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asexual-spongebob · 11 months ago

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The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 12 - Hello, Mako.

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HERES THE CHAPTER I WOULDN’T SHUT UP ABOUT!!! HERE IT IS *insert celebrate good times come on here* Fun Fact: for some reason this chapter reminded me of “undone” by weezer (probably because Shellington was singing it here, I think he’d enjoy weezer lmao) and I started imagining a pmv or animatic of the events of this chapter to the kitchen tape demo version of undone so I made a little story board for a it . Idk if I’ll actually make it but who knows . I’m also working on a pmv for this au with the h2o theme song (the Kate Alexa version) so that’s fun :) I’ve been writing this since December 15th and I’ve had it done for a bit so yeah.

Shellington had said his goodbyes to Ireland, off to Queensland Australia.

He was going to miss it very much, especially the kelp forests, but he knew that he had a lot to look forward to.

“I’m excited about this.” Kwazii meowed “I’m gonna be going to Mako Island and Peso’s coming with me.” “I never agreed to that?” Peso said, rising its eyebrow “It’s gonna be fun, Peso, don’t worry!” Kwazii assured

“But there’s mako sharks and huge mangroves and poisonous snakes!” Peso argued “yeah I don’t think it’d a good idea to go there.” Shellington agreed “whatever. We’ll be fine. I ain’t afraid of no scurvy sharks.” Kwazii grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Kwazii. You know that Australia is home to some of the most poisonous creatures right? Like the black widow spider and coral snakes for example.” Shellington lectured

“Shellington. Chill out. We’ll be fine. I’ll make sure Peso or me won’t be bitten by anything!” Kwazii assured

“Alright, but I warned you!” Shellington finished.

•••

Kwazii and Peso went inside the Gup-E “Please no turbo speed. I don’t want us to get hurt.” Peso commented “okay, got it.” Kwazii responded, giving the penguin a thumbs up.

“Off to Mako we go!” Kwazii sang, Peso shivering nervously “are you sure this is a good idea Kwazii?” Peso questioned, glancing nervously at the orange cat “yeah we’ll be fine matey.” Kwazii assured.

Soon the two arrived at Mako, Kwazii helped Peso out of the gup, the two walked around for a while, until they found a hole, Peso leaned over to get a closer look, however unfortunately for it, it feel down into it.

“WHOA!!!” Peso echoed as he fell down into the hole with a thud “Peso!! Are you okay?” Kwazii called “yeah I’m fine!” Peso called back “Hold on matey! I’m coming!” Kwazii echoed, falling onto the sand “are you okay?” Peso asked “mhm.” Kwazii responded, dusting the sand off its whiskers.

Kwazii and Peso got up and started looking around “maybe that is a way out?” Peso suggested

“Good idea matey.” Kwazii mrrped

There was a pool of shimmering, sapphire blue water, “that water looks strange…” Peso remarked, “YEOW!” Kwazii cheered, backflipping into the pool, the moon closely looming over.

However soon, the pool began to aggressively bubble, almost as if it was trying to drown Kwazii, “KWAZII!” Peso screamed, trying to pull the orange cat out of the pool, unfortunately to Peso’s dismay, he was pulled down with them.

Kwazii and Peso’s helmets activated “Kwazii why do you think it’s doing that?” Peso mumbled “No idea matey.” Kwazii sighed “Shellington said that the sea caves did the same thing…” Kwazii sighed again, “flappity flappers…” Peso stumbled, face palming.

Soon the pool stopped bubbling, “so how are we gonna get out of this place and back to the Octo-pod?” Kwazii queried, glancing at Peso, hoping it had an idea “let’s swim back up to the surface and find out” Peso suggested.

Peso and Kwazii swam back up to the surface, Kwazii noticed a small hole “I bet we could swim through that small hole” Peso proposed “yeah. Let’s get out of here.” Kwazii agreed.

Soon the two had swam out the hole and into the ocean “so how are we gonna get back to the gup-“ Peso said, turning to face Kwazii “we’re gonna swim back I guess..?” Kwazii replied.

After about twenty minutes they finally made it back to the gup. However, Kwazii spotted something. “Psst, Peso. Look.” Kwazii pointed, “oo… shells…” Peso remarked, bending down and grasping the shells and taking them to the gup.

••

“IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA HOLD THIS THREAD AS I WALK AWAY, WATCH ME UNRAVEL SOON ILL BE NAKED LYING ON THE FLOOR” Shellington sang (which sounded more like a mix of screaming and singing) as the music blared in his ears, dancing.

“I’ll be a sea monkey’s uncle. He can sing.” Kwazii commented at the sight of Shellington dancing and singing, Peso didn’t say anything, he just stared affectionately.

Shellington opened his eyes, only to see Kwazii staring at him and and Peso glancing at him affectionately, Shellington was embarrassed “nice singing!” Kwazii complemented, hoping it’d ease Shellington’s embarrassment

“So how did your trip to Mako go?” Shellington asked, changing subject “We didn’t find much other than these shells” Kwazii stated as he placed them on the desk “oh! Conch shells!” Shellington beamed

“Oh and um… there was this strange pool…”Kwazii added “I think I know where this is going.” Shellington blurted “yeah. We fell in the pool while it was bubbling. It was strange… I guess we’re also mermaids now-” Peso added, Shellington went silent for a moment he looked up at the two “it’s okay! We’ll through this. Together.” Shellington finished.

•••

Kwazii was pissed, he couldn’t find his spyglass “where’s me fucking spyglass?!” Kwazii huffed, as he looked under his bed.

Kwazii got up and dusted off his fur, he angrily squeezed his paw out of frustration, however the glass of water on his nightstand started to boil, catching his attention.

Kwazii stood there, confused “wait what?” Kwazii gasped, moving his paw in the same position, his eyes filled with wonder.

I’m gonna show Peso and and Shellington this. Kwazii decided, sprinting to Shellington’s lab “AHOY SHELLINGTON!” Kwazii shouted in a chaotic manner, Shellington turned around and gave Kwazii a stern stare, Kwazii had awoke Tunip from a nap.

Tunip let out grumpy vegimal noises “look at what I can do!” Kwazii boasted, doing the same motion with his paw as he did earlier, only this time at Shellington’s coffee, they started to make his coffee boil.

“Neat!” Shellington remarked, however then Peso came into the lab, with a concerned expression on his face “um… I don’t know how to say this but I froze the refrigerator-“ Peso admitted shamefully, looking down at the floor “it’s okay Peso! It’s probably not to bad right?” Kwazii meowed “no. it is bad. just follow me…” Peso directed, Shellington and Kwazii following him.

Shellington saw the refrigerator completely frozen “wow- you were not kidding when you said it was bad-“ Kwazii remarked, Dashi walked into the kitchen to get some orange juice, only to see the three with weird expressions on their faces and a frozen refrigerator.

“How did this happen?” Dashi asked “oh um.. we don’t know!” Shellington lied “it’s fine! I’ll just go get some juice from Tweak’s mini fridge.” Dashi exhaled, going down the Octo-chute.

“Looks like we’ll have to work on some things.” Shellington lightly told Peso, Peso shook its head “yeah but matey’s. What are we supposed to do about the refrigerator being frozen?” Kwazii pointed out “maybe you can melt the ice off?” Shellington suggested “oh yeah.” Kwazii replied, turning around.

Kwazii began to move his paw, the ice started to melt, making the floor drenched, the water approaching the three, making them slip, tails appearing before their eyes.

“Oh wow I’ve got a shark tail!” Kwazii cheered “and not just any shark, a shortfin mako shark!” Shellington beamed, he then glanced over at Peso “oh wow Peso! You’ve got the tail of a humuhumunukunukuapua!” Shellington marveled “a what?” Kwazii blurted “let’s just say humuhumu for short-“ Shellington proposed.

“So um. How do we get dry?” Peso mumbled “hm… maybe I can use me powers like a blow dryer.” Kwazii mrrped, moving his paw, his tail soon disappearing “it worked!” Kwazii proclaimed, Shellington lifted the water off himself.

Kwazii used their paw to dry Peso off “thanks Kwazii” Peso thanked as Kwazii helped him up.

#kitty giggles #octonauts #shellington #the waves that lap the shore au #kwazii #kwazii cat #octonauts au #shellington x peso #peso #peso octonauts #peso penguin #octonauts peso

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celestialking · 2 years ago

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I got a Request ideaaaaa for foolish btw

How about the reader was watching Mcc of course their bfs pov and after he won they give him a little gift. Like they bought special lingerie or something for him as a gift for winning or to cheer him up if he had lost.

Just fluffy smut with shark himbo man

Also Gn reader but Afab (i hope that's ok?)

Icarus

I got cha (feel free to bonk me if I did not do good)

Itsssss blurb time ✌️ ♡

◇ NSFW~ 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Warnings: afab, lingerie (red, with a matching bunny ear headband, cause red... red rabbits 👍)

The second he had made it into what could be the final round of dodgebolt you had appeared behind him in the room.

His stream didn't last much longer after winning, the adrenaline plus now you had arrived was all a bit much and he needed a chance to take out his nerves. In some way.

"I won!" Foolish screamed forcing you into a hug. "We won!" He violently shook you by your forearms. You laughed along with him, congratulating him for his win.

It was only after he started to calm down slightly that he realized just what you were wearing.

It was one of his hoodies, but something red was peaking out underneath. "Whats- what's this?" Foolish questioned. His thumb finding the strap on your leg and pulling it slightly. The elastic snapped back onto your thigh.

"I got you a little something," you smiled tugging him to the bed by his arm.

He grinned chuckling. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm, wanna see?"

Foolish tugged at the hoodie. Making you smack away his hands. "Patience," you twirled him around so you could push him back on the bed.

Foolish sat up against the headboard eyes watching very closely as you began to grab the bottom of the hoodie. Slowly you dragged it up your body revealing inch after inch of the hot cherry red number you picked out for him.

"You're drooling honey," you laughed pulling the hoodie off your head.

Foolish didn't even flinch as you pulled out a pair of rabbit ears.

"See I'm a red rabbit too," you grinned moving closer.

"Is there a tail?"

You blinked before flushing. "No there's not a tail, I just saw the ears and thought it would be funny,"

Foolish didn't seem to care however. He seemed more concerned on finding the fastest way to get the lingerie off you before you got to him.

"So, do you like it?" You asked climbing into his lap. His hands settled on your hips, just holding on as you ground over his growing problem.

"Oh f-fuck, I love it,"

You had taken over all of his senses making him shiver with delight. "Can I enjoy my gift now?" Foolish asked kissing against your collarbone.

"Yes,"

Foolish grinned pushing forward. You landed on your back with the taller man above you. He gripped your thighs, loving that this set gave perfect access.

"Now if you'll excuse me all that winning made me hungry,"

You whined throwing an arm over your eyes. "You're annoying,"

"Maybe," his tongue flicked over your clit once. "But you love me,"

#celestial:whispers #icarus●anon #celestial:scribbles #celestial:fooshg #celestial:mcc

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jalapenobee · 2 years ago

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Dreams

Keith sat up in his bed at 1 in the morning. Why? Because of Lance. He was going to appear any second now, Keith knew it. And honestly, he couldn’t wait for the Cuban to show up.

After a particularly hard battle, the paladins of Voltron were getting ready to sleep on a foreign planet while the lions and castle recharged. Keith couldn’t sleep, so he sat on top of the red lion (yes, I like to ignore the lion switch) and watched for any danger.

He was staring off at the stars when he heard a strange rustling noise coming from below. He got on his knees and crawled to the edge of the lion and looked down, but he couldn’t see anything. So, grabbing his bayard, he descended the lion to scout out.

The noise was gone.

And then behind him.

Keith whipped around, aiming his sword at a shadow that he couldn’t really make out (pfft). He scowled.

“Identify yourself.”

“Jeez, calm down Mullet. It’s only me.” Lance was standing there, his hair messy and his eyes still held that dazed, tired look.

“Thank god. I thought it was something dangerous.”

Keith lowered his bayard and Lance rolled his eyes, stepping closer. “You know, Pidge said that same thing to me in a dream once.”

“You dream about Pidge?”

“I don’t know. I helped her with some stuff earlier that day, so yeah.”

“What else do you dream about?”

So Lance started telling Keith about his dreams, like the one where Slav took on the body of a talking dog, or the one where Keith was stabbing a shark and then kissed him (but he didn’t mention that last part).

Lance then burst into Keith’s room, a huge smile on his face. “I think I just had the best dream ever.”

Keith smirked. “You said that last night. And the night before that.”

And the night before that.

Lance pouted, sat next to Keith on his bed, and started to talk about his latest dream. Something about Shiro acting like a six year old and then trying to work his lion.

I could listen to him talk for hours. His voice is nice. I wonder if he dreams of me. Does he? Would that be weird? Maybe. Depends on what I’m doing. What if he- oop, he’s out.

Lance’s energy had been drained while he was talking and Keith was thinking, and he was now passed out on Keith’s bed. Again. So Keith moved him to a proper position and put a blanket over him. Then he grabbed one of his pillows and tossed it on the floor, preparing to sleep. But he remembered what Lance had said.

“You slept on the floor again? Next time, Mullet, just sleep in the bed.”

Keith sighed, put the pillow back, and crawled under the covers, careful to avoid touching Lance. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard some rustling and a quiet, sleepy voice.

“Keith?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re sleeping in the bed tonight, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And when I wake up, you’ll be here, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. I can’t have you sleeping on the floor again. It’s cold, Keith.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sweet dreams, sharpshooter.”

~Timeskip because I didn’t know how to write this~

What smells so good?

Lance woke up, his face in Keith’s hair and Keith’s face in Lance’s chest. He didn’t mind, of course, but now he understood why Keith didn’t want to sleep in the same bed.

Keith was… very warm.

And Lance didn’t want to let go.

So he braided Keith’s hair and hummed a tune to himself, enjoying the quiet. He decided he liked sleeping Keith, because he didn’t look angry or even sad. And he liked the way his breaths were quiet and steady, not big and gasping for air.

However, when Keith groaned and woke up, he immediately pushed Lance in a blushing (gay) mess.

A little too far. Like, off the bed.

“Sorry! I forgot you were there!”

Lance groaned and rubbed his head. “Looks like I’m not the only one who forgets our bonding moments, huh?”

“So you do remember.”

“Hold on-”

“You lied?”

And Lance was running. From Keith.

“Shiro, control yoUR BROTHERRRR!”

703 words

I said I’d write this, didn’t I?

Sorry it was rushed, hope you like

#klance #vld fanfic #fluff #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance fanfiction #my fics

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helpimhyperfixating · 3 years ago

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Merman Jotaro living in Y/N's house. He stays in either the tub or in the backyard pool, or in an inflatable kiddie pool in the living room where's he's mesmerized by the TV

Stay - Mer! Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 3589

Never in a million years did you expect your life to take a turn like this. You met and befriended a Merman a few months ago. He demanded that you return to him regularly - which you did. All in all, it was already crazy to think about. But then fall came and going to the beach was starting to get colder and colder. The merman - Jotaro - he didn’t seem fazed by the chill, you however, didn’t much like the cold water and breeze that accompanied visiting your local sea shark.

So, you explained that it was getting a bit cold for you to come this often and stay so long, saying you would come a little less but when spring and summer came around, you would gladly come every other day maybe even every day again.

Little did you know, a certain merman was not happy with that.

So here you now stood, in your garage, with a fucking massive Mer in the back of your pickup truck.

“Jotaro what the fuck!?” You nearly screamed when you saw him casually sitting in the back.

“Don’t be noisy.” Jotaro snarled back and you slapped his tail that was within your reach.

“I’ll be as noisy as I want! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Good grief, isn’t it obvious?” He questioned and you splayed your arms out in disbelief, clearly stating that- no it wasn’t!

This ticked him off a little cause, were you really that dumb? Could you not see Jotaro had been trying to court you for weeks? And then you had the gal to say you were going to leave him and then get mad when he followed?! The fucking nerve.

When you didn’t get an answer and only had a silent death stare directed at you (as if that was supposed to explain things) you sighed loudly.

“Okay. Guess this is a thing now. You’re looking dry, so we need to get you in some water, come on.” Walking over to the back of your pick up, you unhooked the latches and opened the back, allowing for a flat surface for Jotaro to slip off.

After getting off with a loud smack, Jotaro started tiger crawling into your house. Looking around curiously as to all the new things he was seeing. So this is where you lived whenever you went away from him?

“C’mon keep going, you have to get up the stairs.” You spoke from behind him and he looked back at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Stairs?”

“Yeah. That, right there.” You pointed at the staircase leading to your second floor that sat to the right. “I’ve got to get you into the bath, mister.”

“Bath? You said you had a pool.” Jotaro spoke in confusion but you sighed.

“Did you really figure out that you could- oh my god.” You dragged a hand over your face and muttered to yourself ‘smart fucking fish’ before clearing your throat. “Any other day, yes. Today? No. It’s the last good and sunny day today so people are outside. It’s been forecasted to rain and get colder soon so people are outside en masse to enjoy the last bit of sun and I don’t want them to see you.”

“Of course.” Jotaro grumbled, a faint annoyed growl leaving him as he rested his chin on his arms. He simply sat like that for a few seconds, looking around before he remarked, “Your floor is dirty.”

At that you made an offended noise. “Excuse me, I clean my floors very well, thank you very much. I just didn’t expect a giant fucking merman to act as a duster and health inspection in one today.”

At that he huffed out a chuckle that made you crack a bit as well before you twice lightly slapped his tail, to both get his attention and urge him to go. “You’re really looking dry, let’s get you up those stairs.”

Easier said than done.

Jotaro was about a third of the way up the stairs now, but crawling up when you have a massive and heavy tail behind yourself that you cannot use to help yourself, is quite difficult.

Each move of his arm was met with an annoyed or angry grumble about having to do this. Why couldn’t your neighbours just be indoors then? Why did he have to do all bloody this? (Not once did the thought of going back to the sea cross his mind though.) as he was yet again lifting his arm to place it on the next step higher, his eyes suddenly widened in shock when he felt two hands be put on his tail. With a light pink blush on his face he looked backwards, seeing you with closed eyes and straining to lift his tail to try and help him.

“Jesus, why is this so heavy.” You spoke out through grunts, still barely managing to lift it.

“It’s twice your size, why do you think?” Jotaro answered with his usual gruff tone, but the redness of his cheeks flared out all the way to his ears when you wrapped your arms around it, pressing your chest to the back of it as you tried to lift it once more. “I-I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.” Jotaro cleared his throat before turning his head forward again to get the image of you holding his tail out of his head.

Once he found himself calmed down enough, he continued his slow trek upwards.

- - - -

It took a bit, but Jotaro was in your tub. And by god did he not fit. Even with folding his tail, half of it was still hanging out.

“I- we’ll work on it.” You sighed before leaning over him, turning the knob that regulated heat all the way down to about 18°C to 19°C since you did a quick search as to what the ocean temperature was like during this time of year.

With that set, you turned on the tap. The water splashed onto his tail and Jotaro jolted for a second, curiously looking down at how the water flowed out afterwards.

Going to quickly grab a large measuring cup from the sink in your kitchen downstairs, you returned to your bathroom to sit beside the tub and briefly held it under the running water until it was filled, turning and pouring it further down his tail. A small, barely noticeable sigh of relief left Jotaro when you did that and you smiled a bit to yourself before starting to repeat the motion.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” You spoke between pouring cups, also pouring it over the part of his tail that was hanging out. You had put a towel on the floor by the crack of the door, already accepting that this entire room was gonna be flooded, so you had no qualms with doing it.

“I see it differently.” Was his cryptic response and you deadpanned.

“Of course you do.”

The tub was now filled for two thirds and just to get back at him a little, you filled your cup once more, before abruptly turning and pouring it straight over his head.

Jotaro didn’t flinch but he did turn his eyes to you, sending you a look, to which you giggled. Bringing your arm back under the tap, you filled the measuring bucket again, a sly grin on your face as you moved it back to his face.

Jotaro was faster though, as he grabbed onto your wrist before you could angle it over his head. “Y/N, don’t.” He warned, sending you a stern look. Your surprised ‘o’ face turned into a smirk however, as you simply tilted your wrist forward and splashed the water directly in his face.

An evil giggle left you but it was stifled when Jotaro used his free hand to grab the cup from you and throw it across the room, using his grip on your wrist not a second later to pull you towards himself.

Your balance tipped over the bathtub but you managed to catch yourself with your free hand, slinging your arm around Jotaro’s shoulder to stop yourself while the arm stuck in his grip now touched the tiles of the wall.

He had attempted to pull you into the bathtub but you managed to catch yourself as your upper body now hovered over it.

Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

Jotaro never intended to pull you into the bath. Releasing your wrist, Jotaro instead placed his hand on the side of your neck and jaw, putting his other on your side to pull you closer towards himself and lock you in place. All of this happened in less than a second and a surprised squeak left you.

Jotaro found the sound absolutely adorable and when his teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, you did it again, just much louder this time, making the merman chuckle.

“I warned you.” You heard the smugness in his voice, making you take a shuddering breath.

“O-Okay, I get it. Can you let go now?” You were starting to get very flustered, feeling Jotaro’s breath against your neck as well as an occasional brush of his lips on your skin.

Your question earned you another nip however, this time a little closer to your shoulder, Jotaro having pulled your shirt away a bit to expose it. “Not what I want to hear.”

“You want to hear something?!” You exclaimed, making Jotaro let out a ‘mhm.’ Him shifting his face, almost as if he was looking for another place to playfully bite at you. “I- I-“ You started rambling out things but Jotaro was no longer focused on that.

It was like you put a spell on him. Jotaro had never before felt the urge to court someone before. And then you stepped into his life, being so kind yet always ready with a witty retort whenever he shot you one. And now, he had you so close, almost pressed into his chest, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

Without pause, Jotaro opened his mouth and locked his jaw onto the spot where your neck met your shoulder, a little further down.

Oh how he wanted to claim you. He wouldn’t! But the thought of how he simply had to just clamp down and bite a little harder, marking you as his, was way too tempting to not at least tease. Just get a small taste. The tips of his teeth ever so slightly punctured through your skin and Jotaro closed his eyes in bliss.

All the while, you froze and swallowed, because, that was not just a little nip from his front few teeth, this was a lot of them. A slight pain flared up where he bit and you squeezed his shoulder that you were leaning onto. “Jotaro?” You meekly let out and he then started making a noise that he- was that purring? You didn’t even know he could.

You didn’t dare move nor speak a word, not knowing what was going on and just listening to the calming sound coming from him for the next minute.

Finally Jotaro figured that was enough, lifting his teeth away and silently admiring the very light and small mark he made. It wouldn’t scar or stay, but Jotaro already loved the look of it. He leaned his head down and ran his tongue over it, tasting the faintest bit of your blood as he licked it away, treating your wound with utmost care.

This you allowed, a bit more relaxed by the familiar behaviour, for he had done this as well when you had cut yourself on some broken glass someone had left half buried in the sand.

Finally he let go and you quickly shot up, standing straight as an arrow next to the bathtub.

Jotaro was being forward. He knew that. Maybe even a bit too much so. But he felt he could risk it. Now that he was literally in your house, he didn’t have to worry about his forwardness scaring you away. You literally couldn’t run and avoid him. If you hadn’t picked up on his signs up until now, he had to make them more obvious; marking where the mating mark would come being one of the most obvious things he could think of.

“That’s for not listening to me.” He remarked and you opened and closed your mouth like a guppy, staring wide eyed at your tiled wall before shaking your head and snapping out of your state, slapping your hand onto your shoulder, briefly forgetting he had just licked you there and scrunching up your nose a bit cause- ew.

Lifting your hand back off you wiped it on your pants before walking to the cup Jotaro had thrown on the floor, picking it up and walking back over, nearly slipping as you did. This made Jotaro flinch to try and catch you but you already steadied yourself, meaning all that accomplished was throwing more water on the floor, the reason you nearly slipped.

After returning to his side, you continued trying to completely wet him; neither of you really saying anything, just staying in a comfortable silence.

After another ten minutes however, you figured that was good enough.

“Alright!” Slapping the edge of the tub, you smiled at the Mer. “I think that’s good enough. In about three hours the sun will go down, then we can get you from here to the pool.”

With that you stood up, but before anything else, your wrist was grabbed. “Where are you going?”

“I have to do some things.” You smiled, only for the hand around your wrist to tighten.

Jotaro held a somewhat sad and somewhat angry look on his face as he held on. “Stay?”

“Jotaro, I’ve got to do stuff.” You shook your head but Jotaro didn’t like that.

“Stay.” He growled it this time, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“No, I have to go do things. You stay here fish boy, I’ll come check on you after I’m done.” With that, you went to turn away, trying to pull your wrist from his hold as you moved to take a step.

Yet you yelped loudly as you were suddenly tugged sideways, falling towards your bath before a pair of arms caught you. You were spun around and pulled down, the sensation of cold water flooding over and enveloping your lower half making your breath hitch.

The water sloshed dangerously, threatening to spill over the edge of the tub as Jotaro settled down, tightly holding you against himself and basically on his lap, his arms like chains around your middle and barely even giving you enough room to breathe, definitely not leaving you any room to squirm.

“Stay.” Jotaro’s voice was low, a faint, deep, rumbling growl from the back of his throat accompanying his words as he spoke almost directly into your ear.

Almost immediately you starred, instinctively doing as he said as you sat still, your eyes staring wide in surprise. Your chest was going up and down fast with deep breaths. It wasn’t that you were afraid of Jotaro, he wouldn’t hurt you, you knew that. It was more that it made you realise how large and dangerous Jotaro actually could be if he so chose to be.

Taking in a deep breath to calm down, you tried to ignore the coming stress of not being able to complete that task for work today (it was fine, you could do it tomorrow, right?), as well as trying to not make your teeth clack thanks to sitting in the cold water. Cause while Jotaro was made for it, you definitely weren’t.

Seeing as you weren’t trying to squirm out of his hold, Jotaro happily started purring, his chest pressed directly into your back while he placed his chin on your shoulder. Shifting his tail, he turned the end around until it was splayed out over your lap in front of you, allowing you to play with the fins.

You gently grabbed hold, starting to stroke over them and Jotaro revelled in your soft touch. You guessed this was gonna be your life for the next three hours. Freezing your butt off in water while in the hold of a grumpy Merman who would not let go.

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“Jotaro, please don’t splash!” You called out from the kitchen.

“I’m not!” Was the response you got, making you look over at your living room. There, past your dining table, in front of the couch, sat the ginormous Mer ...in a kids pool.

You had bought it about two days ago after Jotaro kept complaining that you weren’t coming outside to see him. He loved to ignore the fact that it was bloody cold and raining so hard that you only had to stand outside for a second to be drenched. So, to solve this and not have Jotaro forced to sit in the bathroom on his own, you bought a kiddie pool. One of the bigger ones you could find yet was still able to fit there where your coffee table once stood.

Right now, you were just making something to snack on while Jotaro sat and ‘patiently’ waited for you. He had discovered the television yesterday and was absolutely enamoured. Just now coaxing and urging you to turn it on again. You had agreed and were thus now getting some snacks ready to eat and drink during the marathon.

Marathon of what? No clue.

Walking over to the couch area, you placed the different snacks down on the pushed aside coffee table, walking back to the kitchen to grab the drinks as well before returning.

“Here, drink something first.” You offered the glass in your hand to Jotaro and he scrunched up his nose, as if a kid who has just been asked to take his vitamins. “You haven’t been in the bathtub in a bit and you know chlorine can’t be the best thirst clencher.” You sighed. “So unless you plan to faceplant in the kiddie pool, drink up, Jojo.” You used the nickname he had asked you to call him on purpose, knowing he loved it when you did that.

And it proved true, for he took the tall glass from your hand and threw it back as if it was a shot without any more complaint.

Happy that he did it, you quickly refilled the glass before placing it down on the table by his side, stepping over the furniture with a bit of a wobble (you had to put the table in the walkway or else the pool wouldn’t fit) and walking to the front of your tv.

“So, what do you want to watch?” You asked as you sat crouched down.

A wet hand suddenly got placed on your lower back and right thigh, Jotaro having pulled himself up to you as he was now curiously looking over your shoulder.

“What’s that?” Jotaro asked, lifting his hand from your thigh as he pointed to a certain dvd case sitting at the bottom of the pile in your hand.

“This? It’s a Barbie film. I have it for when my niece comes over.” You raised a brow and turned your head to look back at Jotaro. His eyes were transfixed on the box and you couldn’t help but silently giggle at his cute look. For him, it was the colours. The vibrant pink and silver sparkles just drew his attention and curiosity, having not a clue about anything else. “You wanna watch it?” You asked but didn’t get a clear answer.

And so, you just decided for the both of you. “Fuck it, let’s watch it.” You chuckled, putting all the other DVD’s away and taking the Barbie disc out of its case and into the player.

Standing up, Jotaro finally took his hand off your lower back - where now sat a wet spot - and slinked back to the other side of the pool, patiently waiting for you and for the movie to start.

Snorting softly, you shook your head as you grabbed the remote and walked around the pool, climbing onto the couch and to the middle of it, taking your fluffy socks off as you sat behind Jotaro in your short summer pyjamas, choosing the language of the Barbie film like they always asked before putting your feet in the pool.

A happy rumble left Jotaro as you did that, your legs running under his arms and at his side, the Mer now grabbing your ankles as he made you lock your legs around his torso, leaning back into the bottom of the couch as if it was a backrest. His elbows pointed down, he held onto your legs around his torso, making you keep them there as he petted and lightly scratched them. A content rumbling sigh leaving him as you pressed play on the movie.

You just looked at the back of his head for a bit, feeling his hands glide over your legs. It was a strange, the direction your life decided to take you on, sure. But you had to admit that you did not mind per se.

Leaning forward, you patted the top of Jotaro’s head twice, making him start a bit and look at you wide eyed while you leaned over and grabbed your bowl of snacks, leaning back into the couch cushions afterwards, ready for the movie.

In the end, Jotaro didn’t like it. Barbie was annoying. But the colours were pretty!

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snowstark · 4 years ago

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pay attention.

by @moodystark and @snowstark

Summary: Five times Bucky uses Tony’s credit card and one time Tony uses Bucky.

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for @buckybarnesbingo

Ever since Bucky Barnes had moved into the tower, he couldn't help but notice Tony Stark. Of course, it was expected to see the man considering it was his tower after all, but there was something about him that made Bucky want to know more.

Maybe it was the way Tony Stark was the most sarcastic person Bucky had ever met, or how the man clearly had no self-preservation. Either way, Bucky was hooked and he had a plan to get Tony to pay attention to him, quite literally.

It all started when Clint taught Bucky how to play Mario Kart. The communal living space had a few different gaming consoles that they all shared and the Switch was no different. However, Bucky decided that he wanted his own so he could play other games. Of course, he wasn't about to spend his own money on something so expensive so he went to Tony.

Walking to the lab, Bucky opened the door, not even questioning it when JARVIS let him in. "Hey Stark, will you buy me a Nintendo Switch?" he called, making his presence known.

Tony didn’t even look up from his work, too focused on the holographic screen in front of him. “Mhm, yep, go for it, big guy,” he called back, then had the audacity to kick Bucky out of his lab.

Not the response Bucky was looking for.

A week later, Bucky was sitting in his room playing Animal Crossing on his brand new Nintendo Switch when the second idea came to him. Asking Tony for the Switch hadn't gotten him the attention he wanted so he figured he would have to ask for something even more expensive. He was sure this would work.

Saving the game, Bucky made his way to the living room where everyone was watching some TV show he wasn't interested in. "Hey Tony, do you think you could get me a first edition copy of The Hobbit? It's expensive though," he asked.

At Bucky's question, a whole group of heads looked at him, with Steve asking just how much a book could possibly cost.

"A hundred...thousand," Bucky replied, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, keeping his eyes on Tony to see his reaction.

Tony shrugged. "If it means a lot to you, Barnes, go for it. I wipe my ass with a hundred thousand."

End of discussion.

Tony didn't miss the way Bucky not-so-subtly stomped off to god knew where. In response, he called it a day and headed down to his lab.

He snapped his fingers, sliding a screen away from him, and said, "J?”

"Yes, sir?"

"If Barnes buys anything interesting... I want you to tell me." That was probably a breach of privacy, but whatever. The guy was swiping his card like it was his birthday, so it was warranted.

"Obliged, sir."

Bucky was happy with his copy of The Hobbit, don't get him wrong, but he was feeling defeated. If a hundred grand didn't get Tony's attention, what would?

Over the next few weeks, he came up with a couple of different ways to make Iron Man notice him. First, he started out by no longer asking Tony for permission. Obviously, the man had more money than he knew what to do with, so Bucky figured he wouldn't even notice if some of it went missing.

He did feel bad spending Tony's money recklessly, but the Harley he purchased was well worth it. Besides, Tony didn't even flinch when he told him that he had used his card to buy it.

The next time he used Tony's card, Bucky decided to get a bit weird. Like, purchase a life-size cut-out of Iron Man kind of weird. In his search for the cut-out, he also managed to stumble upon a bunch of merch, so he added two t-shirts, sweatpants, a pair of boxers, and some socks to his cart, all embroidered with Iron Man on them.

There was no way Tony wouldn't pay attention to that purchase or Bucky when he wore the items around the tower. Plus, the boxers made his ass look good.

Tony laughed when he saw what Bucky was wearing for the first time. He patted Bucky's shoulder. "If you wanted a signature, sweetcheeks, you could've just asked."

It was adorable, really, how Tony was turning a blind eye to all of Bucky's efforts.

And evidently, frustrating.

And maybe—just maybe—seeing that flash of yearning flit across Bucky's face was what kept Tony going.

After months of trying to get Tony's attention, Bucky decided to make one last purchase. If this one didn't work then it would be clear the man wasn't interested and he would leave him alone.

The purchase wasn't just any purchase though. Bucky had decided to look at spanking paddles, scrolling through multiple websites to find one he felt would get Tony's attention.

Finally, he came across one that was perfect.

An expensive red leather paddle with the word "Mine" engraved into the leather. It wasn't the kind of paddle where the words were marked into the skin with each spank, but Bucky figured the phrase alone was good enough.

All of the Stark Pads had Tony's bank account information attached and so, with no hesitation, he hit "purchase," not even bothering to ask JARVIS.

Tony had been alerted to his purchase immediately. He expected Bucky to buy a few interesting things but he hadn't expected this.

He had been working in the lab when JARVIS told him: "Sir, Mr. Barnes has made a purchase that I have deemed interesting."

"And what would that be, J?"

Tony grinned, expecting it to be something harmless like another book, but boy, was he wrong.

"It appears he has purchased a spanking paddle made of leather, Sir."

Tony's grin fell off of his face, a groan making its way out of his mouth. "A spanking paddle, really Barnes?" he wondered out loud.

"There's something else you should know, Sir. The paddle has the word "Mine" engraved into it."

Bucky Barnes was trying to kill him.

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For a few days, there was only radio silence from Tony, and certainly no sight of him. That was disappointing. Bucky had thought the last purchase would've earned him some well-deserved attention. And, well, he supposed there was no more to it now. If Tony had gotten the hint, he would've come to see him about his latest purchase for sure.

That was until Bucky came back to the Tower with a Starbucks drink in his hand to see Tony waiting for him.

Tony flashed him a grin. "Hey, soldier. Good walk?"

A mute nod from Bucky, but his heartbeat picked up.

Tony sauntered forward, hands clasped behind his back. He tilted his head, appraising the man in front of him for a few moments, then drew out the very paddle Bucky had ordered a few days ago from behind himself.

Bucky froze.

Tony smirked.

He looked down at the object in his hands, turning it over to expose the word MINE. "Very nice choice," he commented lightly. "You have good taste."

Sputtering, Bucky was silent for a moment before speaking. "Yeah well, didn't think you cared for it much," he grumbled. He felt like a child standing there in front of the man he had worked so hard to gain the affection of. So sue him if he was a little grumpy about the whole situation.

Tony's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, so now you're giving me an attitude?" He shook his head, chuckling. "Look, Barnes. What do you want from me, huh?" He flipped the paddle over in his hand, then stepped closer to Bucky, tilting his head. "I can't know if you don't tell me."

"It doesn't matter, Stark. It's obvious you aren't interested," Bucky replied, starting the walk toward the elevator that led up to the Avenger's floors.

“Like hell, it doesn't matter." Tony yanked Bucky back by his shoulder and held the paddle out. "Tell me what this says."

Bucky paused, staring down at the paddle even though he knew exactly what it said. "It says "Mine."

Tony leaned closer. "Now tell me what it means."

"I want to be yours, if you'll have me," Bucky spoke softly, swirling around the straw in his cup.

“I said, tell me what it means.” Tony stared Bucky down.

"It means I'm yours and I-I want you to spank me… Sir," Bucky stuttered, tacking on the last part.

"That's what I thought." Tony quirked a brow. "So then where the hell do you think you're going? I mean, you used my card to buy this, and you're not even gonna let me try it out? What a waste of money."

“Up to your room?” Bucky asked hopefully. He was beginning to think he had this all wrong and Tony was just mad that he had bought the paddle using his card.

Tony grinned, and it was shark-like and hungry. “Bingo.”

It took them about 0.5 seconds to make their way to Tony’s floor, and the moment they stepped out of the elevator, Tony snapped his fingers and pointed.

“Get over the arm of the couch,” he ordered, twirling the paddle in his hands. “Time to pay your debt, sweetcheeks.”

Bucky let out a laugh before following Tony's instructions, bending over the arm of the couch. He wasn't nervous about the man using the paddle on him—Bucky could handle pain. He was more excited than anything else, finally, he was getting the attention he had been craving.

"Greedy," Tony muttered under his breath, then slapped the paddle against his palm, making Bucky jump—which, good.

Bucky's lips parted in a silent gasp of surprise when Tony laid down a smack without warning, making heat bloom in his cheek.

Tony grinned. "What, you like that?"

"Wouldn't have bought it if I didn't like it, doll," he replied cheekily, feeling more secure of himself now that it was actually happening.

Tony paused. "What'd you just call me?"

Bucky frowned, turning his head to face Tony. "I'm sorry, do you not like that pet name? I won't call you it again."

Tony stared back at him, then said softly, “Wrong name, pal. I’m not doll. I’m Daddy.”

Bucky shivered at that.

Calling Tony Daddy? Yeah, he could do that.

"Yes, Daddy."

"There you go." Tony felt a rush of satisfaction at that, and he rewarded Bucky silently with a small whack of the paddle that he knew had to be louder than painful. "You know, it's not my first time paddling a brat."

"Not a brat," Bucky mumbled, blushing lightly.

“No?” Tony’s eyebrows shot up, and he landed another crack, hard enough for Bucky to really feel it this time. “That’s not why you bought ridiculously expensive items on my card, huh?” Crack. “Not why you tried to goad me into doing this.” Crack! “I mean, was it worth it? Are you pleased with yourself?”

"I-I'm sorry Daddy. I just wanted y-your attention," Bucky gasped, whining each time the paddle made contact with his backside. The description for the paddle had been accurate when it said it would sting.

"Yeah? Are you enjoying it now? Because you definitely have my full attention." Tony paused, then ordered, "Get your pants and boxers off. I wanna see how red your ass is."

Bucky made quick work pulling down his pants and boxers, letting out a little laugh when he realized he was wearing the Iron Man boxers. A little shiver went through his body once his ass was exposed to the cold air in the room.

Although Tony had gotten a few decent swats in, Bucky's cheeks were only slightly colored, his jeans taking the brunt of the spankings. If this was how it felt to get the man's attention, Bucky was more than happy to continue his antics.

"Brat," Tony muttered under his breath. He rested the paddle on Bucky's left ass cheek, then pinched his right one, hard. "You're not learning a single thing, are you?"

Bucky yelped at the pinch. "I don't know. Maybe you should spank me again just in case," he sassed, wiggling his ass teasingly.

"Maybe I should," Tony agreed. He brought the paddle down in a harsh swing, the crack echoing throughout the room. "Maybe I should paddle your ass red until you're crying and your voice is raw from begging me to stop. Maybe I should paddle you to make sure that you learn some fucking manners. Or maybe I shouldn't paddle you at all, because that would just be rewarding your bad behavior."

"W-Whatever you want, Daddy. I'll be good," Bucky promised, focusing on the warm heat radiating throughout his ass.

“I know,” Tony purred. “I know you are. Gotta pay me back somehow.” He paused and rested the paddle on Bucky’s ass. “You ever done this before, Barnes? I mean, don’t we need like, a... safeword, or something?”

“The 1930s were kinkier than people expect,” Bucky commented before pausing to think. “Safewords are important. Mine is Brooklyn. Have you ever done something like this?”

“Yup,” Tony said shortly. “We’ll both stick with Brooklyn. Easier that way.” With that discussion done, he brought the paddle back down. “I’m gonna paddle you until your ass is red and you’re crying your throat raw for forgiveness.”

Bucky wanted that more than anything. “Please, Daddy?” he whined, pushing his ass against the paddle.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Tony snarked. “And because you deserve it.”

That was the last thing he said before properly getting into it, kicking Bucky’s legs apart before widening his own stance.

Bringing the paddle down over and over again onto Bucky’s ass brought a loud crack that resonated throughout the entire room. He kept going until Bucky’s ass was red, and he didn’t miss the way his cock was starting to chub up.

He snorted and rested the paddle on Bucky’s ass. “Look at you, getting off on this. Who would’ve thought? The big, bad soldier, about to blow his load because he’s getting his ass beat.”

"Daddy," Bucky whimpered, digging his fingers into the couch. Not only did he have a thing for spanking but he had a thing for humiliation and degradation as well. The combination of the two was almost enough to send him over the edge, especially when it was Tony fulfilling his kinks.

Taking a deep breath, he worked to stave off his orgasm, not wanting to embarrass himself further by coming so quickly and untouched.

Unfortunately for Bucky, Tony quickly realized exactly what he was doing, and made it his goal to get Bucky off, because he said with a grin evident in his tone, “I bet you could even come untouched from this.”

He laughed when Bucky let out a small, low whimper, and crack went the paddle. “See? I knew it. God, you’re so fucking filthy, Barnes. Daddy’s gonna make you come, right fucking now.”

Bucky let out a loud moan at that, digging his fingers into the couch even harder as he pushed over the edge into the white-heat of orgasm. His cock twitching, releasing his load onto the side of the couch.

He hadn't come like that in a long time and couldn't recall a time where he had come untouched. Breathing hard, he slumped forward, resting his entire weight on the furniture.

“Well, would you look at that?” Tony sounded simultaneously fascinated and turned on.

Bucky turned his head to watch and flushed when Tony ran his fingers through his come before bringing it up to his mouth, sucking obscenely.

He grinned when he caught Bucky staring. “What? I’m cleaning up your mess.”

Fuck.

Bucky groaned, running his hands down his face. "Fucking hell, Stark. You tryin’ to kill me?" he asked, pulling his boxers back up, hissing at the feeling of the tight fabric over his ass.

"What happened to Daddy?" Tony retorted, then ran three of his fingers through the mess again and held it out to Bucky, sending a shudder through his entire body from head to toe. "Now it's your turn. I can only do so much for you when you’re the one who made the mess, honey."

Bucky happily took the three fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, all while maintaining eye contact with Tony. Releasing them with a pop, Bucky leaned in closer to Tony before whispering in his ear.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Tony's lips parted in a silent groan, and he closed his eyes momentarily before looking at Bucky. "I think we've done things a bit backward, soldier. What d'you say to being treated to dinner by me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Italian sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, although I'm sure I'd eat anything you suggested," Bucky commented playfully.

At Tony's eye-roll, Bucky looked around the room, smirking when he noticed his metal arm had torn the fabric in the height of his orgasm. “Hey Daddy, can I use your card to buy a new couch?”

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youllneverknowrac · 5 years ago

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Oscar Diaz-Birthday Bash Pt.1

(Momma Bear Series)

“Birthday party today mommy.” Angel cheers as he is the first one awake out of the whole house, him and Alexander sleeping with you and Oscar like usual. He climbs on to your chest and grabs at your cheeks, wiggling them in his tiny hands,”Wake up mommy. I turn treeee.” He sings, your eyes opening slightly and a smile forming on your face.

“Three?” You ask, faking surprise,”Are you sure about that? You look like a baby to me.” You say as you tickle his sides causing him to giggle loudly.

“Yes! Party today, I’m a big boy.” He says before covering his mouth quickly,”Shhh daddy and Alex are sleeping.” He reminds as he looks over at them and then back to you with big eyes.

“That’s right.” You whisper as you stand up with him in your arms, letting him cling to your neck like a monkey as you walk out of the room,”Want to help mommy make your birthday breakfast?” You ask him, already knowing the answer as he shakes his head in agreement eagerly.

“I always help you silly goose.” He laughs joyfully, causing you to laugh as well.

“Silly goose?” You grin and press your forehead to his,”You’re the silly goose.” You tell him, he doesn’t reply and gives you a messy kiss on the mouth, laughing again seconds later. When you reach the kitchen you set him on the counter, his legs swinging back and fourth as they dangle,”Don’t jump.” You tell him seriously as you walk over to the fridge.

“I know mommy. Angel no jump.”

“Good boy.” You praise and pull open the door,”Now bacon or...sausage?” You ask him as you rummage through what you could make for your large family.

“Both!”

“Okay, only cause it’s your special day.” You smile and place both items next to him before going back to pull out what else you would need.

“And I want beans mommy! With skinny bread.” He smiles

“It’s called tortillas.” You laugh but nonetheless agree with his choices

“Skinny bread.” He retorts as you push him down further away from the stove before you light it up.

“Fine. Skinny bread, but don’t let daddy hear you say that. He’ll go on a whole rant about how it’s pronounced tortilla.” You say, the last word in a exaggerated Hispanic accent. Angel making a tight lip smile and acting as if he was sealing his mouth closed before throwing away the fictional key,”Lets get to it, I’m sure your brothers are going to wake up very soon.”

You get started on the very grand breakfast-cheesy scrambled eggs mixed with potatoes,beans,bacon,sausage and home made tortillas. Even going as far as making a pot of Abuelita Chocolate, all of your kids however preferring it cold so you mixed it in the blender with ice. As you come to a finish and pour some of the drink into Angel’s cup, a tired Oscar walks in with a very happy baby in his arms.

“Morning.” He yawns and comes over to give you and Angel a kiss on each of your heads,”Happy birthday Mijo.”

“Thank you papa.”

“I already changed him, but he wants some teta.” Oscar says as he stands behind you, the baby being held at arms length now.

“Let me see him.” You smile and take the now seven month old from him, pulling your top down just enough to feed him as you work on putting the final touches on everything,”Go wake up those kids of yours.” You tell your husband, doing as you asked with no questions. You hear him walk up the stairs, banging on Junior’s door first.

“Wake up huevón!” You hear him call out to your eldest son, pushing open the bedroom door and turning the light on,”Your mom cooked and it’s your brothers birthday so downstairs in five minutes.” He orders, moving onto Carlos and Anthony’s shared room next and doing the same.

“Wake up! I told you to not be up all night on that video game bullshit.” He says and shakes them awake, tossing the blanket off the both of them as they protest. You shake your head in amusement and serve the plates one by one, a bit hard since Alexander was literally attached to you. Oscar rejoining you a minute later and getting Angel set up in his booster seat before taking Alexander back and putting him in the hand me down high chair you’ve had since Carlos. The rest of the kids coming down together as they sit around the table, all of them thanking you and wishing Angel a happy birthday as well.

“Let me grab his food.” Oscar says and goes back into the kitchen to grab a jar of baby food for Alex, sitting back down when he returns. He feeds himself and the baby, you focusing on your own plate and occasionally helping the birthday boy make a taco with all of the items on his plate.

“It’s really good mommy.” Carlos smiles through a mouthful of eggs, Anthony giving you a thumbs up when you look his way.

“Yeah mom. I want pancakes when it’s my birthday though.” Junior grins before scarfing down some more food.

“Noted.” You smile, taking a bite of your beans when there is a sudden knock on the door,”I got it. It’s probably the water slide company.” You say and wipe your mouth quickly before going over to the door, your guess correct as two older men stand at the door with a big truck parked at the end of your driveway. You talk to them for a bit before showing them the side gate that they could use to set up in the backyard, making sure Oscar already payed before you head back in to finish the rest of your food.

“What time is Uncle Cesar coming over?” Anthony asks excitedly

“Soon, he’s showing up with Ruby so they can decorate for the party.” You reply as you grab your fork.

“Baby shark right mommy?” Angel asks

“Yes, Ruby knows you wanted a baby shark theme.” You laugh

“Wash your plates off if your done.” Oscar orders the older boys, doing as told one by one when they finish.

“Junior! I need you to go pick up the cake in a bit from the bakery.” You tell him, Junior groaning before Oscar gives him a look and he stops the words that were going to come from his mouth.

“It’s a five minute walk, you’ll be fine.” You tell him as you let Angel get out of his chair when he finishes, running over to the window and watching the water slide being inflated.

“Okay.” The teen says with a forced smile before trudging up the stairs, Anthony and Carlos following behind.

“Are you full papi?” You ask Oscar,”There was still a bit left on the stove, do you want it?”

“Yes please.” He smiles, putting a spoonful of the green colored food into Alex’s mouth. You get up with your empty plate and grab Oscar’s as well, placing yours in the sink before loading his up again.

“Here you go.” You say and place the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you mamita.” He grins and swiftly pulls you onto his lap causing you to laugh,”Can I have a piece of you too?”

“Mhm always.” You smile and peck his lips lovingly.

“Kissy for me too?” Angel asks as he walks over.

“Just one.” You joke as you stand and pick his small body up, giving him a peck as well before dipping him down so Oscar can do the same,”Now let’s let daddy finish eating in peace.” You say as you place him back down so you can grab Alexander.

“I’m going to put them in the bath while I shower. You better pick up after yourself.” You playfully warn before heading down the hall to your master bedroom. When you enter the bathroom you turn the water for the tub on, making sure it’s warm. Angel already undressing himself and hopping in. You undress Alexander as well before sitting him down next to his brother. The water not even reaching their belly buttons as you turn it off. You just decided it would be easier to put them in so you could shower real quick and get ready for the day while keeping them occupied,”Mommy’s going to shower, you watch Alex okay?” You tell the toddler, not really meaning it since the shower was two feet away and was made of glass.

“You got it mommy.”

You undress and throw all the discarded clothes into the hamper, tossing the diaper and pull up away as well before getting under the hot running water, your eyes on the boys at all times. You’re just about to finish up when Oscar walks into the bathroom,”Slides all set up.” He informs as he walks over to the sink so he can shave his face.

“That was fast.” You comment back, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair, both kids still splashing about in the tub,”Can you hand me my towel?” You ask nicely a minute later

Oscar stops his actions and reaches for your towel, waiting until you step out to wrap it around you,”Thanks.” You smile and dry yourself off as best as you can before pulling your silk robe on and tying it securely, the towel now wrapped around your hair and sitting on your head.

“Did Junior go already?” You ask

“Just left.” Oscar says, focusing on not cutting his face,”What did you have them make?”

“A tres leches cake and chocolate cupcakes.” Angel shouting in glee when he hears that,”Don’t take too long, your ass needs to fire up that grill.” You smirk at your husband as you join him in front of the mirror, pulling your make up bag from the drawer.

“Ya lo se, I’m hurrying. I gotta look good too, not just you.”

“Just saying.” You smile as you pull your stuff out to do a quick beat, Oscar mumbling something incoherent.

“Oooh make sure my burger is well done. Extra cheese on that shit.” You tell him as you prime your face, pushing his buttons every now and then being one of your favorite hobbies.

“Any other request reina?”

“Actually yeah, I’m going to want a hotdog. So make sure that it’s included on my plate.” You smile sweetly, Oscar putting down the razor as he looks over at you smugly.

“Tengo un hot dog para ti right here mami, all you gotta do is ask.”

“You always gotta make shit dirty.” You laugh as you continue on your face,”Almost twenty years together and your mouth still surprises me...don’t even say anything.” You say when you realize that he can also make a joke out of what you just said.

“You make it too easy.” He laughs, wiping his face off with a wet hand rag after, you just giggle in response. You let Oscar get the boys out and change them into their matching swim trunks. Oscar changing into a pair of cargo shorts and plain white tee since it was going to be a rather hot day and he would be outside, his outfit reminding you of when you guys were younger. Some would say simpler times but those words being the complete opposite for you guys.

#omb #netflix on my block #netflix #one shot #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #spooky x reader #spooky diaz #cesar diaz #jamal turner #ruby martinez #monse finnie #jasmine

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s-oulpunk · 5 years ago

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Sorry Seems to Be The Hardest Word - Reddie

Summary: “Do you want me to be mad at you?” Richie snaps, and Eddie does his best not to flinch. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie admits. “I just want you to know I didn’t mean any of it.”

“It’s okay if you did,” Richie murmurs, which is possibly the worst thing he could say. “It’s mostly true.”

Or, in which Richie finally takes a joke too far, and Eddie has to be there to pick up the pieces from his own explosive reaction.

Richie is, without a doubt, an asshole. Now that’s not to say the losers don’t love him, because they do. Perhaps a bit too much. They let him get away with far more shit than anyone should allow.

But they all have their breaking points.

They have all told him to fuck off at some point. They have all stormed off in a puff of rage. But, no matter who it is he’s managed to piss off, it’s all sorted out in a matter of hours.

Unless it’s Eddie, of course.

Not that Richie knows that. While Eddie always fights back, always has something to say about each and every one of Richie’s one-liners, he’s never been pushed past his limit. Perhaps, in Richie’s mind, he is limitless. So he keeps pushing and pushing and pushing, and, of course, that has to end with disaster. But Richie’s never been good at seeing that far ahead, he wears glasses for a reason.

But there’s a first time for everything.

The day starts simple enough. They’re in the clubhouse, crowded close together in the hammock. The material hangs so low it nearly touches the floor and Ben’s warned them more than a few times that it can’t support both their weight for much longer, but neither of them can find it in them to care much.

Richie’s holding a comic book, his fingers gently curled around the edges, careful not to bend it, and Eddie’s trying very hard to look at the pictures and not the way Richie’s mouth moves as he whispers the dialogue under his breath. But Eddie can’t help it. One moment he’s looking at tiny cartoon Captain America, next his eyes are gliding across the page until they’ve crossed the barrier from comic book fights to Richie. Two entirely different worlds. Both fantasy, of course. Because in no real world scenario would Richie look at him the way he wants him to. But that doesn’t stop him from dreaming. Perhaps a tad too obviously.

“Enjoying the view, Eds?”

Eddie blinks slowly, his brain taking longer than his eyes to realize, oh shit, Richie’s staring right back.

So he says the one thing he can think of in a crisis such as now, “Fuck off.”

Richie cackles, “It would be easier if your mom helped.”

“That is so not funny.”

“It never gets old.”

“It was old when we were thirteen and it’s old now. We’re almost adults, get some new fucking material.”

Richie closes the comic, to show just how seriously he takes this, and gently taps his lips with the corner.

“I’m wounded, Eds,” he says. “But I suppose I could do with new material.”

“Yeah, try to think of something actually funny this time, dipshit,” Eddie snarks.

Then Richie grins wide as a shark and says just about the worst thing Eddie can possibly think of.

“I know what was wrong with my material. You were just jealous all these years, weren’t ya?”

“What?” Eddie squeaks out.

Richie nods, looking far too serious despite the never fading grin that’s plastered on his face. “Mhm. You should be the one helping me out.”

“No. That’s worse.”

“It’s what the people want!”

“People? What people? There are no people.”

“I’m the people.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Unfortunately, his opposition to the idea only seems to spur Richie on.

“Awe, c’mon, Eds. Are you saying you don’t want a piece of this?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” Eddie spits, though he can’t seem to look Richie in the eye for the exact opposite reason.

“Baby,” Richie drawls, “don’t be that way.”

“Fuck off!”

Richie does no such thing. Instead, to Eddie’s horror, Richie rolls over until he’s directly on top of him, held up only by the arms on either side of Eddie’s head. Eddie feels his entire body go cold in the same moment each inch of skin bursts into flames. His lungs have frozen over, he can barely get a breath in, but at the same time he fears he might burn a hole right through the hammock. Ben would kill him, of course, but that would almost be preferred to this torture.

“Awe, you’re all red,” Richie coos. He reaches over to pinch Eddie’s cheek and for once Eddie doesn’t have the brain capacity to stop him. “Does Eddie Spaghetti have a crush?”

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“I thought you didn’t want a piece of this?”

“Richie,” Eddie chokes out. He can hardly hear himself over his own thundering heart. “Richie, stop.”

“I mean, I know I’m hot stuff, Eds, but this is a surprise.”

“Richie, seriously.”

“But you need to know I can’t actually stay away from your mom.”

“Richie.”

“But I guess you could be like my secret lover.”

“Please stop.”

“We have to be careful. An affair would break your poor mother’s heart.”

“Richie, stop.”

Richie drops down until they’re nearly nose to nose. “What? Are you not enjoying - holy shit, are you crying?”

Eddie realizes with a sort of delayed horror that, holy shit, he is crying. Or at least, he’s about to. His eyes burn with unshed tears and he hurriedly shoves at Richie’s chest before any of them can fall.

“Fuck off, Richie, get off me!”

Richie scrambles away from him. He topples out of the hammock and lands with a thud on the floor, where he watches Eddie with eyes as wide as saucers.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Eddie finds himself shrieking. He scampers away from the hammock himself, desperate to put as much distance as possible between them. “Don’t you have any idea when to fucking stop? Or is the fucking joke more fucking important? And, for the record, no one was fucking laughing! No one’s ever fucking laughing!” At this point, his mouth is moving of its own accord. As if someone’s severed the connection between it and his brain. “Actually the funniest part is the idea that I would actually like someone like you!” He can see it in Richie’s eyes, the moment he goes too far, but he can’t get himself to stop. “You’re fucking pathetic! I feel bad for whoever falls in love with you, if anyone at all! I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up alone! I wouldn’t be surprised if you push every fucking person on earth away because you have the worst sense of humor of all time and can’t take a fucking hint!”

A thick silence falls over them as Eddie’s monologue comes to a halt. The only sound that can be heard is the heaving of Eddie’s chest, having prioritized insulting Richie over breathing throughout most of his speech, and chest-rattling sobs from the floor. Because Richie’s crying. Not almost crying, but crying. Sobbing, in fact. Big fat crocodile tears roll down his cheeks, fogging up his glasses and soaking his shirt.

Eddie’s feels a pang of distant regret somewhere in the back of his mind and he nearly considers apologizing. But his brain still doesn’t feel quite connected to his mouth. So he doesn’t say anything at all.

“I’m sorry,” Richie whispers.

And then he’s gone.

Eddie scrubs at his own tears as he watches the empty doorway, hoping against hope that maybe he’ll come back. But he doesn’t, and Eddie’s left feeling no better than he did before.

“Eddie,” says a soft voice.

Eddie just about jumps out of his skin. But it’s just Bill. Which, holy shit, when did he get here? In fact, the entire losers club is there. Because, oh yeah, they had all come down together.

Eddie winces. How could he forget that?

“I didn’t mean to say any of that,” he says. His brain finally feels like it’s reconnected with his mouth, but he still feels distant and fuzzy.

“I know,” Bill says. “Buh-Buh-But maybe you should tell him that.”

Eddie shakes his head. “He was an asshole.”

In an instant, Bill is at his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and squeezing in a one-armed hug.

“He’s an asshole a luh-lot,” Bill says. He pulls him into a more private corner, away from the watchful eyes of the rest of the losers. Away from Stan, who looks like he’s just about ready to burn Eddie at the stake. “But you know he doesn’t really mean any of it.”

“Bill, you don’t understand, he was so mean.”

“So were yuh-yuh-you,” Bill says, smiling softly.

“Yeah,” murmurs Eddie. “I guess so.”

“You know he loves you. Just talk to him, you’ll feel better.”

“But he - I think he knows, Bill.”

Bill cocks his head curiously. “Knows? About th-th-the whole you’re in love with him thing?”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Say it a little louder, why don’t you? Yes, about that.”

He glances towards the rest of the losers in a panic, but they don’t appear to have heard. They’re caught up in their own whispers, and Stan’s already disappeared.

“Well I’m puh-puh-pretty sure you made sure he duh-doesn’t think that anymore.”

Eddie groans. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

Bill smiles sadly. “You should talk to huh-him.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, yeah, alright.”

In a flash, he’s out of the clubhouse and on his bike, ignoring the rest of the losers’ attempts to talk to him. He peddles to Richie’s house as quickly as he can, practically throwing his bike to the ground once he’s reaching his destination.

He knocks furiously against the door.

Once.

Twice.

By the third time, he’s just about ready to kick the door down himself. But then, to his relief, someone opens it. His relief is short lived, however, when that person turns out to be Stan. Stan who still looks like he’s ready to carve out Eddie’s heart.

“He doesn’t want to talk to you,” Stan says shortly.

“No, wait, I’m just here to apologize,” Eddie says, rushing to get the words out before Stan can shut the door on him.

Stan observes him the same one might observe a piece of dirt on their shoe, or perhaps a slug. But he opens the door anyway.

Eddie bolts inside as soon as there’s room, shouldering his way past Stan and thundering up the stairs. He can feel Stan burning holes in the back of his head, but he doesn’t follow him up, which Eddie can’t help but be thankful for.

He knocks softly on Richie’s bedroom door. “Rich? Can I come in?”

For a few excruciating moments it seems he’s not going to answer. Then, a barely audible, “Come in.”

The sight is enough to break Eddie’s heart a million times over. Richie’s sitting, curled up, in the farthest corner of his bed. He’s completely swaddled in blankets, and if the situation were less dire Eddie thinks he might have laughed.

But, as it is, Eddie’s starting to worry he may never laugh again.

“Rich,” he says. Then, because he could barely hear himself, he clears his throat and repeats, louder, “Rich. I’m - I’m really sorry. I didn’t - I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s fine.”

Eddie gapes at him. “It is not. It - Look, I was just upset, alright? I was embarrassed and I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s whatever.”

Eddie knows he should be grateful for Richie’s forgiveness, but he just looks so sad. All Eddie wants is to hug him. Nothing fancy, nothing special. Just a hug.

But he can’t. He can’t even bring himself to go near him. He lingers awkwardly by the door, hand still gripping the handle as if he’s planning to rip it open and escape any moment.

The space between them seems infinite. Like he could walk for a million lifetimes and still never reach him. It’s so foreign to Eddie. He’s so used to Richie being there. They’ve always been RichieAndEddie. Now it’s starting to feel like they’re Richie. Eddie. There’s not even an “and” anymore. Just an infinite amount of space.

“It’s not - It’s not whatever.”

“Do you want me to be mad at you?” Richie snaps, and Eddie does his best not to flinch. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie admits. “I just want you to know I didn’t mean any of it.”

“It’s okay if you did,” Richie murmurs, which is possibly the worst thing he could say. “It’s mostly true.”

Eddie doesn’t respond simply because his brain is short circuiting. How could any of it be true? How could Richie think that? It just doesn’t compute.

Richie, however, must mistake his silence for an agreement, because he continues, “I probably will end up alone. Just me and all my cats.”

Eddie’s throat feels like sandpaper. Richie has to know how untrue that is. He has to know that anyone would be lucky to have him. And Eddie would gladly tell him so. Except the only thing he says is, “There’s nothing wrong with having cats.”

Richie snorts. “Then you can babysit them for me.”

Richie’s laugh, while cold and empty of any sort of life, gives Eddie the courage to step forward. He sinks into the opposite end of the bed, watching Richie warily. The space between them still feels unfairly big, but less so now that Eddie can’t flee at any given moment.

“Rich, I’m serious.”

“About the cats?”

“No! Forget about the cats!” Eddie huffs. “About what I said before. I’m serious. I didn’t mean it.”

Richie squirms. “It’s fine. Can we just not talk about it anymore?”

“No!”

With an over exaggerated groan, Richie tugs one of the blankets over his head. “Why? There’s nothing else to say.”

“Because you still don’t believe me-”

“I believe you. There. Now we’re done.”

“Stop that!” snaps Eddie. “We’re not done!”

“Eddie-”

“Why do you think that? What makes you so sure that you’re never gonna find someone? Rich, someday you’re gonna find some - some perfect girl and settle down and have the worlds loudest babies.” The thought makes Eddie’s insides burn, but he pushes forward anyway. “She’s gonna love you for your loud mouth and your stupid glasses and the weird gap between your teeth. She’s gonna love your ugly style, she’ll wear your ugly ass hawaiian shirts all around the house. And you’ll burn everything you cook but she’ll love you anyway. Hell, maybe she’ll try to teach you how to cook. It won’t go well, obviously, because you’re a menace, but you’ll still be happy. You’ll order take-out instead and watch whatever’s on TV and you’ll make her laugh with all your terrible impressions. Richie, it’s gonna be really good. You’re gonna be happy.”

“I’m not gonna marry a pretty girl,” Richie says, voice muffled by the blankets.

“Richie-”

I’m not gonna marry any girl.”

“Dude, shut up, you’re a total catch-”

“Do you remember when you tried to teach me how to cook?”

Eddie has to stop and recollect his thoughts because, yeah, of course he does. Richie couldn’t have possibly made the connection between Richie’s fake wife and Eddie’s own fantasies, could he?

“Yeah,” he says, choking back a wheeze.

“You didn’t know how to cook anything either,” Richie says. “We burned everything. Took us forever to clean up but we still had fun. We were laughing the whole time.”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie nods. “Rich, where is this going?”

“We ordered take-out and watched TV until we fell asleep.”

“So?”

“Just like what you said, Eds.”

Eddie’s stomach drops to the bottom of his feet. “That’s not - That’s not what I meant.”

One eye peeks out from the mass of blankets. “Sorry.”

“It’s - It’s okay,” Eddie says, though he feels anything but okay. “Why are you sorry? You shouldn’t be sorry.”

“I thought-” Richie stops himself, tugging the blankets down to reveal his face. He wears a pinched expression, eyebrows furrowed and glasses askew. If everything weren’t so awful, Eddie might have taken a moment to internally coo over how cute he was. “I thought you were saying something else.”

“What did you think I was saying?” Richie looks like he’s about to dive right back under his nest of blankets, and in a desperate attempt to get him to stay, Eddie hurriedly backtracks, “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. I’m just - I was just wondering.”

For a second, Eddie thinks maybe Richie is going to tell him. He looks like he’s considering it. But then he just shrugs and sinks further into his blankets. He doesn’t hide again, but he’s only about a hair away from it. Only his eyes are visible.

“Rich,” Eddie says, voice slow and calculating. As if talking to a frightened child. “Can you come out and talk to me?” There’s a moment of hesitation, where it looks like Richie might be considering it. Then he shakes his head. “Okay. That’s okay. I - I love you, Rich. I really didn’t mean any of it. And I don’t know how you found out, but it - it just scared me. I know everything is a joke to you, Rich, but - but this isn’t. Not to me. It’s how I feel and it just hurt for you to make fun of it. I know it’s not an excuse for what I said but-”

“What?”

“The - The - What you said. Back at the clubhouse.”

“I was just messing around,” Richie says weakly. “I didn’t know anything.”

“Oh.”

“Are you-”

“Yes,” Eddie spits the word out before he can think better of it, ignoring how the word burns his lips. Then, because his friendship is probably fucked anyway, “So everything you’re scared of can’t possibly be true because - because I want that. I want to cook dinners with you and laugh when we burn them. I want to steal your stupid Hawaiian shirts and laugh at your even stupider jokes. Nothing’s wrong with you, Rich. You’re perfect. And I - I’m sorry I didn’t act like it.” No response. “I can go.”

He’s halfway across the room when Richie’s voice stops him. “No. Don’t go.”

He turns just in time to see Richie struggle to open the pile of blankets. Eddie doesn’t remember crossing the room, but the next thing he knows he’s burrowed under the blankets, tucked safely into Richie’s side.

“I didn’t know that,” Richie murmurs. “I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just - It was the only way I could tell you.”

“Tell me?”

“That I - That I love you.”

The heat from earlier rushes back to Eddie, and he’s silently thankful for the darkness the blankets provide. He doesn’t think he could stand Richie’s teasing about how red his cheeks are at the moment.

“I love you too,” he whispers. “In case you couldn’t tell.”

Richie chokes out a laugh, but it only lasts a moment. His face has returned to that unfamiliar stony look before Eddie’s even had time to register the laugh. It makes his stomach sink to the bottom of his feet. He hates that look.

“I’m sorry,” Richie murmurs. “About earlier. I shouldn’t have said any of that. I took it too far.”

“I’m sorry too-”

“I know.”

“Just let me say it, asshole!” Eddie snaps, but he’s smiling. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. None of it was true, but that doesn’t make it okay. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“It’s okay,” Richie grins. “But maybe you should prove it.”

Eddie can barely hear himself over his own heartbeat when he asks, “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Eddie doesn’t give himself time to answer. He closes the gap between them as soon as the words have left Richie’s mouth.

Richie’s lips are soft. A bit chapped, but soft. And they press firmly against Eddie’s own, like he’s worried Eddie will disappear. Eddie can’t say he’s not worried about the same thing. He’s woken up from far too many pleasant dreams just like this only to realize he’s, yet again, alone in his bed.

But this is not a dream. This is real and there’s not a doubt in Eddie’s mind that this is the best moment of his life. It’s all downhill from here. But he doesn’t mind. Not when he has Richie to help him through it.

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juniebjoneswrites · 4 years ago

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Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Acceptance (1)

My eyes are closed and my whole body is tingling like I left it for too long in a nightmare and it's finally waking up slow and groggy. I'm surrounded suddenly by cold winter air as a door opens. Someone in the distance calls my name but I can't dig myself back up to reach them. My toes wiggle and dance with the dirt in my sandals and I reach for that feeling. My arms cover my chest, stopping the cold from hitting my wet bathing suit and I can't help but wonder if this is what he felt like, it must have been cold. Wet and cold, with the ocean spraying sand and foam.

"June?" My eyes flutter open. The broken, fluorescent bulbs of a gas station throw sickly, yellowing shadows over my sister. I look around and the only door I'm in front of is the freezer section. The frozen single-serve pizzas are staring back at me sadly.

I look down at her hands and see the Powerade she grabbed, bags of chips, and a gallon of water. "I'm back," I say slowly. I grab the water, becoming fully aware of my cottonmouth. Taking big gulps I think of my brief and tragic winter vaca hallucination and remember it was definitely summer. Guzzling this water as if it were from the Tuck Everlasting spring itself and I'd live forever, I glance at the aisle mirror. Unfortunately for this man I caught him staring at my sister and I. I cap the jug and hand it back to her, "go pay."

I turn my back, heading to the corner where his aisle and mine meet. "What's up?" I ask bluntly, "Do you usually creep on scantily clad women who're minding their business?" getting to him I realize how I shrink in his presence and the tiredness his face holds. And there was something else.. Familiarity.

He looks uncomfortable, "Was just making sure you weren't dead on your feet," he smiles nervously, "I tried to chat with you before your friend came in but you didn't respond."

I squint my eyes, if they weren't so glossy and my head didn't feel like it belonged underwater then maybe I could have placed him. But alas, like offerings to Xibalba, the stars were not in position for this tribute. Aka me. I again cross my arms and let out an "mhm." Angrily plucking a snack from his hand and walking away, I'm very aware of how many he can hold in the same hand as his bottled water.

I want to ask my sister if listening to all those true crime podcasts have done nothing for her since she's waiting for me in the darkened parking lot. But I figure the wrong place, wrong time. The lot is riddled with potholes and faded paint and there's usually one kid hanging around the outskirts, seemingly waiting for someone. She tosses me the Powerade and some Visine eye drops. "That bad?" I ask.

"They're as bad as your sunburned ass," she laughs, I shrug. We can't win them all.

We cross the deserted street to the ocean where the fire is blazing and our six closest friends are waiting for us. The waves lap the shoreline and the moon shines high above like a nightlight I had once wanted to kiss, but now holds my secrets. I disliked the dark, but I dislike the heavy stare the moon now follows me with even more. I heard laughing, crackling fire, and the subtle sounds of a playlist through speakers. I could almost forget why we were there. I vaguely register a car driving off as my sister takes my hand.

"Is it time?" she asks, standing near the fire. Sam gets up from a log, shakes his brown curls from his face and stands at the shore line. Craning his neck upwards he checks the moon's position. Just this once I wished it would close it's eye. He makes a sound that seems like a "yes," as it struggles to leave his throat and I can't tell if it's from the angle of his neck or the emotions of what we're here to do.

Sam grabs the box and we walk to the boat they probably used in the Notebook. We row over to the crag of ocean rocks that leads to a trail up a cliffside. No one speaks. I can feel a wetness coming over my cheeks that I'm certain had nothing to do with the ocean spray. We tie the boat to a tree and move up the cliff. I will my sandals to corporate and keep me right but that's like asking seaweed to keep the shark steady so I let the cliff wall guid me instead. Slowly the rocks and granite turn to dirt, and grass and I know we made it to the top. From this point, the moon sits perfectly centered over the cliff's edge. I can feel the choices we've made and how this is completely and utterly the best one.

I hear laughter again, feel the excitement, the friendship. However this time it's not something any passing person would see. It's a memory of many times that had come before and many times that would not come again. We open the box. A small blue and silver ceramic pot sits inside. Sam pulls it out, walks over to the edge and pours a little in his hand. He tosses his brother's ashes into the sea that took him. The final middle finger Elijah would have given if he had been alive to do so. Except if he was alive he could give two and I know one would be for me. I close my eyes as he throws the rest.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

That beach and gas station were still part of our stomping grounds, but that summer it was less frequent and we spent more time cuddled on couches and wandering graveyards. Death will make you do strange things. Guilt will make you do stranger. I watched days, weeks, even months blur together until finally it felt like the fever broke and I woke up. Fall feels like a rebirth, a brief moment of clarity before winter asks if that's what you really want. I dress and drive to the gas station.

Turning off my car I can feel the cool wind coming from the shoreline. Walking to the waves I crane my neck the way Sam did and wish for the moon above me. I need to know what it saw. The ocean spray cools my body and nerves while waves kick sand on my boots. I stand there listening to the crashing for some time before someone pulls me from my depths.

I turn around to see the gas station worker, he waves. "Where did you kids go?" he calls over the crashing. "I thought you forgot about old Seb," he chuckles as he walks to meet me. "Was worried something happened,"

"Something did... happen," I reply. He frowns, understanding my emphasis. "Yeah," I say heavily. I start walking away, I want to go to the cliffs. He stops me.

"You know that guy came back a few nights later," he pauses, "he was looking for you. Said something like wanting 'to make sure that girl was alright,'" he pauses. "It took me a minute to realize he was talking about you. He said you looked sad," I must look confused because he fumbles on, "uh.. he uh was there the last night you and your friends were here...." he trails off, gesturing to the shore, "tall, dark hair, had an accent."

I trace that night back to it's beginning when a memory hits. Oh. Now, how does one tell Mr. Harry Styles, "Sorry about last night, it's just that I was sad and angry and had to spread my friends ashes"? Because unlike John Mulaney I haven't lost the best excuse I have.

"Has he been back since?" I ask.

"Only once," he replies.

I smile a smile that has stopped reaching my eyes and pat his arm as I walk away, "Thanks, Seb." I say. I make it a few yards before he calls again.

"Oh! I gave him your name," I hear the triumph in his voice. Seb wasn't always the best for remembering. He's getting older and lost his wife a few years back.They ran the station together but ever since she passed it's just been him. We told him to hire help, even to hire one of us since that was our go-to snack shop when we're at the beach. However, he's a stubborn man and refuses the help he doesn't think he needs. I turn around to see him smile his wide, goofy smile and for a brief moment I'm happy with him.

"Did you now?" I ask playfully, "Then why hasn't my mysterious man found me yet?"

He shrugs, "Maybe just waiting for the right time, or to find you at my shop again," he smiles wide.

"Maybe," I respond, "I guess I'll have to come around more," I start walking away but suddenly I turn on my heels, as if forced by unseen hands, "Maybe instead, Seb, you could hire me? Increase my chances at seeing him."

He pauses to think. I know he thinks he doesn't need help, but I know he does and I need to help someone since I can't help myself. Or maybe I'm a masochist. Or maybe if I can meet my "mystery" man I'd have a break from this nightmare.

He sighs and walks over, "Well I guess it would be okay, since it's for love and all,"

I almost kiss him. "You're one lucky man, Seb." I put my arm around his shoulder, facing his station, and wave it in an arch like we were imagining a better world, "With my help we might even fix those potholes." He laughs and I lead him back to the station to fill out my paperwork.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I never make it to the cliffs, I end up helping Seb well into the night. When I pull up to my apartment I see my sister's car in a guest spot. I sigh heavily, taking a long drink of my melted slushie and make my way inside. She's asleep on my couch with reruns of the Golden Girls playing and a plate of uneaten food on the coffee table.

She wakes as I sit on the floor between her and the table and pick at the food. "Where were you?" she asks.

"I got a job working for Seb," I hold up the slushie.

"What? He actually hired you?" she half sits up, "What kind?"

I stick out my blue tongue and she lays back down in disgust. She likes the red. "Yes, Jo, my sweet talking is good for more than drinks in a bar," I say dryly.

"Well maybe you can get him to have better snacks," she opens the covers for me to join her. I crawl under the blankets with my big sister like I'm a child again and hope the protection she offers will keep my dreams at bay. But like many sailors and ships lost to its melody of waves, the siren sea calls me back.

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animeniacss · 4 years ago

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A Palette of Emotions - Artist!Taehyung x Teacher!Reader - Chapter 6 - Art Class

Synopsis: Taehyung dreams of being a professional and famous artist one day, but finds that the sea of creativity can be lurking with blood hungry sharks, as well as bland, motionless starfish. Swimming through the sea of opportunities somehow washed him up onto the shore of Bright Star Preschool, as an art teacher. This wasn’t where he expected to be 4 years into his career, but anything to get his big break though, right?

Feat. BTS, TXT, ITZY, Jisoo (BlackPink), Taeyong (NCT)

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, School Setting, Working!AU

Length: approx. 5.2k words

Chapter 6 - Art Class

Taehyung had to admit, he was excited for the first day. Decorating the welcome banner with the kids through painting was something that everyone seemed to get behind, especially the kids. Taehyung looked around, holding a clipboard in his hands as he headed towards the paint. He still had a few things left to set up, but he wanted to learn their names so he could get started. As he was fumbling about, Hoseok tapped his shoulder.

“I’ll set up the rest of the paint, go meet the kids.” He said happily, grinning. Taehyung nodded, hurrying back towards the group of children anxiously waiting for their instructions.

“Okay,” Taehyung said, plopping himself right beside Yuna, who was grinning ear to ear. “I’ll take attendance so I can learn everyone’s name.”

“You already know my name,” Yuna interjected, and Taehyung smiled.

“I know I do.”

“Well, my name is Kai!” Kai said quickly, lifting his hand.

“I’m Yeonjun!” Before Taehyung knew it, the kids were eagerly shouting out their names in hopes that Taehyung could remember them. As he looked around as the shouting children, he laughed a bit, somewhat out of amusement, but mostly out of nervousness. He had no idea how to settle these kids, and he didn’t want to mess up day one. However, a loud clap rang through the room and it all went silent almost immediately. You could almost hear a pin drop. The kids looked towards the sound of the clap, as did Taehyung, and saw none other than Hoseok. This was the first time Taehyung saw Hoseok with anything other than a grin on his face, as a stern frown stood in its usual spot.

“Boys and girls, you’re being very rude shouting at Mr. Kim! He can’t learn all your names if you all yell them at once! I don’t know if Teacher will be happy if she comes back and finds out you’re already being rude, huh?”

“…Yes, Mr. Hobi…” The kids mumbled, shifting back to their sitting positions. Hoseok nodded.

“Good. Now listen, or there’s not going to be any painting.” Taehyung saw Hoseok look at him, and almost as quickly as the clap, Hoseok’s grin returned on his face. “There you go.”

“Uh, thank you…” Taehyung nodded. “Okay…” Lifting his clipboard, he began to read off the names. Students such as Yeji, Soobin, Taehyun, and Yuna, provided polite little greetings and hellos, while rambunctious students such as Beomgyu, Kai, and Ryujin were throwing their hands up with a great big cheer and an even greater big hello. It made Taehyung smile. “Alright, so today I just want to learn about who you all are. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. So, what’s a better way than finger painting?” The kids gasped, a few having to cover their mouths to avoid whispering about how excited they were. “Mr. Hobi is putting all of the paint into plates that we’ll have on the floor for you to use, but we need to make sure we’re keeping the paint on this paper okay?” Taehyung pointed to the paper. “Everyone put your hands on it.” The kids immediately leaned forward, their hands slapping onto the paper. “Say ‘I’m going to keep the paint on the paper!’”

“I’M GOING TO KEEP THE PAINT ON THE PAPER!” The sea of children screamed in unison, grinning. Taehyung chuckled as he got up.

“Perfect.” Taehyung stood up, walking over to Hoseok, who was beginning to set paper plates full of different colored paints on the floor, giving the children easy access to a wide variety of colors. “I want you to decorate the entire banner, then when it dries, we can hang it back up!” The kids wasted no time, sticking their hands in the colorful goo before smearing it across the white banner before them. Taehyung stood above the children, watching as they scribbled and drew whatever came to mind as far as their arms could reach. As he walked past Chaeryeong, he plopped down beside her, making her lookup. “What are you making?”

“I’m making a princess.” She said, pointing to the crudely drawn figure, whose head was slightly too big for the dainty dress, yet whose twig arms and legs shot out of the dress like arrows being fired from their bow.

“Oh, a princess. She just needs her crown.” Taehyung pointed to the little spot above her head, and Chaeryeong nodded, pointing to the yellow paint that was currently being used by Yeonjun and Jisu, who made sure to include that she preferred to go by her nickname Lia.

“I’m waiting.” She said happily. Taehyung smiled a bit as he got up, continuing to watch the rest of the kids as they painted. With every step he took, every enjoyable squeal and giggle coming from the mouths of these children, the color was spreading all over the page, personality and imagination pouring out of the hands of preschoolers. As he passed by Seokjin, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re doing a great job.” He said. “This project is a great introduction for everyone and it’s going to look cute when it dries.” Taehyung felt as if a huge weight fell off of his shoulders, and he grinned.

“Thank you.” He said. “I’m just glad that the children like this.”

“These kids never finger paint,” Hoseok said. “It’s too messy.” Taehyung raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Yeah, that’s the point.” He said. “I’ll never understand why she’s such a stickler for that stuff.” Suddenly, it happened.

“Oops.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Mr. Kim!”

“You’re in so much trouble, Yeonjunie…” These scattered mutters of stunned children were suddenly overshadowed by a sound of light sniffling. When the three teachers looked in the direction of the noise, their eyes widened. Chaeryeong was sitting in front of her picture of the princess, and Taehyung immediately noticed the problem. On top of her adorable pink princess was a splatter of yellow paint. Not only that, but her little preschool uniform was covered in the yellow goo as well, some of it tangled in the tips of her hair. Yeonjun sat beside her, eyes widened. His hands were covered with yellow paint, lifted in Chaeryeong’s direction. He immediately looked towards the teachers, watching as Taehyung walked over.

“I didn’t mean to…” he said softly. “I just turned to fast. I promise…” Taehyung could hear the trembling in his voice as he knelt beside the whimpering and sniffling Chaeryeong.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently. She looked up at him, sniffling.

“He flicked me with my paint and ruined my picture!” She hiccupped, unable to control her tears.

“No!” Yeonjun said quickly. “It was an accident!” Taehyung scanned the rest of the children, who were staring intensely at the scene before them, wanting to know what the outcome would be. Taehyung leaned over to one of the tables, grabbing a little box of tissues. He pulled a few out and handed them to the sniffling little girl.

“Wipe yourself up, okay?” He said gently. “I’ll tell your teacher and we can get you cleaned up…” Chaeryeong, finding herself calmed by Taehyung’s deep and gentle voice, took the tissues and attempted to clean herself up. Taehyung used a tissue to get some of the paint out of her hair before it began to dry. “There we go.” The two of them looked down at her pink princess, the adorable drawing now given a slash of yellow paint across the dress, strawberry lemonade instead of just an adorable little strawberry. “Do you want to remake your princess on another part of the banner?” Chaeryeong nodded, wiping her eyes.

“Mhm…” she said softly. Taehyung nodded, offering his hand to her. The little girl put her hand in his and got up, following him to a different part of the banner, where there was still an ample amount of room for her to redo her picture. When she sank back down onto the floor, she leaned towards a plate of red paint, dipping her fingers inside as she got right back to work. Taehyung still noticed her glossy eyes and could see she was still upset and embarrassed about what happened. His eyes immediately lifted to Yeonjun, who was turned to Hoseok, trying to explain himself. He too had glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

“It was an accident, Mr. Hobi, promise.” He choked out. Hoseok nodded.

“I know but we need to be careful,” Hoseok said gently, motioning to the abandoned picture. “See what happens when we don’t listen to the rules?” Yeonjun nodded.

“…What should you say?” Taehyung asked, making both Hoseok and Yeonjun look at him. When he noticed the slight confusion on the child’s face, he offered a slight smile. “What do you say when you do something wrong?”

“…Sorry, Chaeryeong,” Yeonjun called. The little girl looked up.

“It’s okay…” she said. “I made her dress even bigger now…” Yeonjun leaned forward slightly from the other side of the banner to try and take a look. “I’m not sad no more.” She assured, grinning a bit. Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair as the children finally got back to work.

“That’s just one of the millions of issues you’ll come across, I’m sure,” Seokjin said, patting Taehyung on the shoulder with a supportive grip. “They’re a handful, but they’re good.”

“I guess she did teach them well, huh?” Taehyung chuckled a bit. As he continued to walk around, his eyes continued to check the time. He still needed to gauge how much time it would take for the kids to get cleaned up and ready to be sent back to you before you returned from down the hall.

He had no idea what kind of process he was in for.

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When you walked into the room after a good forty minutes of silent lesson planning, you had no idea what to expect. How would Taehyung’s first day go, providing children who still could barely count past their ten fingers paint to dip those fingers in? You wanted to sneak a peek many a time as you typed days of lessons away, however, you didn’t want to seem pushy. So, as soon as your alarm went off, you shut down your computer and hopped out of your seat and practically rushed out of the classroom, having to slow your pace just slightly the closer you got to the next room. As you got closer and closer, the sound of children giggling and squealing could be heard.

“Yeonjun did you wash your hands?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Ryujin!”

“Oh, I forgot!”

“I said it three times, you’re the only one who is in line with dirty hands.”

“Mr. Kim, look! I’m helping Mr. Hobi! Does that mean I get to put another thumbprint by my name?”

“Don’t do that, Kai! Now you need to wash your hands again, just look at them!”

“Oh yeah…”

The sound of Taehyung’s voice frantically scrambling to clean the kids up was amusing. It even made a cocky grin form on your face. You had to see this chaos with your own eyes, you just couldn’t help it. Finally, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. Upon entering, you saw a line of children standing in front of the sink. Taehyung was helping them scrub their hands with soap and water, while those who were done were told to line up by the door and wait. The keyword here was told. You could see a few kids ready to go, such as Yeji and Taehyun, however, Yeonjun and Kai were standing by the table where Hoseok was cleaning up some of the paint plates, tossing them into the garbage while he put the closed bottles into a cabinet.

“Can we help?” Yeonjun asked curiously.

“No. What were you told to do?”

“But I wanna help.”

“Yeonjun.”

“….Okay…” He pouted, finally sulking with his friend off to the line. When he saw you standing at the door, his eyes lit up. “Teacher!” He shouted. Just hearing that turned your cocky grin into a beaming on, as you knelt to see five students surround you.

“How was the art class?” You asked curiously.

“We painted that whole banner! Look what I made!” Kai took your hand, leading you along with the other children to the banner that was moved to the corner of the room to dry. “I write my name, and that parts me!”

“That’s so good.” You said happily, kneeling. “You’ve gotten better at writing your name, haven’t you?” Kai nodded, grinning proudly. He nestled himself into your arms and continued to show you things he made before you gently reminded him that it was time to let someone else have a turn. Kai nodded, remaining in your embrace as more kids approached. A few other children took your hand into theirs, wide eyes eagerly pointing to the stuff that they created. You tried to listen to one at a time, but they were all so excited to share with you that you ended up having to listen to 14 conversations at once. As you were doing so, you looked over to see Chaeryeong take your hand. When you got a good look, you immediately noticed the faded yellow paint on her uniform and the drying water that was washed over it. “W-what on earth happened to your uniform?”

“Yeonjunie spilled yellow paint all over Chaeryeong’s dress, Teacher.” Yuna quickly cut in, her head poking into your view as she took your hand. You blinked, immediately turning towards Taehyung, who was just now finally turning off the water at the sink. The faint voice of little Yeonjun once again trying to defend himself was heard, but you chose to ignore him, instead of heading towards Taehyung as he wiped down the sink with a paper towel.

“I told you this would happen if you used to paint.” You hissed under your breath. Taehyung didn’t look up at you, simply continuing to clean as if you were not there.

“I don’t plan for the negatives, unlike you. It was the only thing that happened and they had fun. What’s the big deal?”

“Now her uniform is cover in yellow paint. I have extra changes of clothes; I could’ve gotten that stain out if you sent her back earlier.”

“She wanted to keep painting. Besides, all the paint comes out in the wash. I handled it; she’ll be fine until she goes home.” You scoffed. Before you could continue to release your anger at Taehyung, Hoseok quickly approached you.

“Hey, don’t worry. It wasn’t that big of a deal.” He assured, offering you a hopeful smile. “If you want, I’ll explain to her mom later. It was an accident.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“I just don’t want her spending the day in dirty clothes. It can be uncomfortable.”

“She hasn’t complained,” Taehyung assured. Your eyebrow twitched, and Taehyung was quick to notice. “But I understand where you’re coming from.” He said quickly.

“Let’s just get them back.” You said simply, turning your attention once again back to Taehyung. “Thank you.” You walked back to the front of the line, gently offering your hand to Chaeryeong. “What do we say to Mr. Kim, everyone?” The group of kids turned to Taehyung, who was still holding that wet paper towel in his hand. They bowed in his direction, before standing up.

“Thank you, Mr. Kim!” They cheered, beaming. Taehyung blinked, feeling an overwhelming feeling overtake his chest, a feeling of overwhelming happiness and…honor? He wasn’t too sure what that other feeling was, all he knew was that he felt so happy to have spent the past 40 minutes finger painting. You took a moment to study his face, before letting out a soft sigh.

“You should come out to the playground at the end of the day. I’m sure the kids would love to play with you and see them off.” You offered. Taehyung blinked, the sound of scattered gasps of excitement filling the room for a moment before Hoseok quickly encouraged them to stay silent.

“Uh. Yeah, sure. That sounds fun.” He smiled. You nodded.

“See you then.” You said, “Let’s go, everyone.” As you headed out, a few kids offered quick and scattered goodbyes to Taehyung once again, grinning.

“Bye~.” Hoseok waved, following the kids out. Taehyung watched them go.

“Teacher, Mr. Kim said we all got good day thumbprints. If we get 10, we get a prize!” Yuna said as she followed behind you in line.

“Wow, I can’t wait to hear all about it back in the classroom.” You said, before disappearing around the corner, each kind following behind with every step that was taken. Once they were gone, Seokjin closed the door, leaving him and Taehyung as the only two in the room.

“Day one is complete.” He cheered, clapping his hands. “Congratulations.”

“Was she upset that I used the paint?” He asked.

“I don’t think so. She’s more upset that you used paint and fewer kids got messy.” Seokjin grinned. “She’ll come around. You keep doing what you’re doing and the kids are going to have a great time.” Taehyung nodded. “I need to get back to my office, but let me know if you need anything okay?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” Taehyung said. Seokjin nodded.

“Awesome. Go take your lunch and rest. You’ve earned it. Mr. Kim.” Seokjin chuckled to himself, before finally excusing himself and walking out of the room. Taehyung walked to his desk, sinking back in his chair. Finally, he got to take in the past forty minutes that he had just experienced, from the hectic attendance to the even more hectic clean up. A chuckle escaped his lips as he lifted his phone, turning it on to see multiple texts for Jimin from the past forty minutes. 4 texts to be exacted.

Have a good day! Fighting! (12:25 p.m.)

Call me when you can! (12:45 p.m.)

Let me know if you find Namjoon-Hyung’s son! He’s super cute. His name is Kai! (12:59 p.m.)

You dead yet? (1:15 p.m.)

Taehyung snickered, finally opening up his messages and being sure to reply with a simple thumbs-up emoji. After that, he tossed his phone onto his desk and reached into his bag for his lunch. He hadn’t realized until the kids left that he was starving, his attention was 100% dedicated to them.

And he didn’t care in the least.

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The rest of the day went smoothly, the children had gotten their art out of their systems and were ready to move onto the rest of the afternoon lessons. The kids gathered around and spoke to you about the art class. They told you about the paint incident, the behavior chart, the prizes, anything they could think of. Kids even repeated things that their friends said, that was how excited they were about the new class. It made you happy to see them buzzing with all of this excitement, but that happiness came with a feeling of incompetence. No matter what you did with them they never once left arts and crafts that excited. At least, it had been awhile.

Fortunately, you had absolutely no time to dwell on that, instead of moving to a math lesson. Hoseok and you gathered the children up to play a basic counting game. Teams were created and given a pile of blocks. You would call out a number between one and ten and the teams would have to count out those exact number of blocks to get a point. The slight competitive edge kept the kids engaged, and it was enjoyable watching as they cheered and worked together as best as they could to make sure they could get the point. However, having a slight competitive edge almost always guaranteed one thing: tears. Lots of tears.

“But I wanted to win a prize, Teacher.” A sniffling Soobin sniffled. “I tried my hardest; I did.” You smiled as the little boy curled himself into your embrace. Hoseok was giving the winning team, consisting of Yeji, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu, pieces of candy that you stored away for moments like this.

“I know you did. There’s always next time, right?” Soobin, normally a bit more sensitive boy despite his high levels of independence, was just overcome with sadness about his defeat. He sniffling, hugging you tightly as he continued to whimper. “Awww, Soobin, don’t cry. Nobody else is sad.”

“Yes, they are. Kai tolded me so.” He huffed, crossing his arms. You smiled, your eyes wandering up to Hoseok. You both offered each other a slightly amused glance.

“Soobin, how about we move onto the next thing okay? No need to be upset. Tomorrow, we can play again if you want too.”

“Promise?” he asked. You nodded, patting his head. Soobin nodded, wiping his eyes before finally returning to his seat. With that situated, you stood up and dusted off your skirt.

“Okay. Are we ready to move on everyone?” The class nodded their heads, looking up at you as they waited for their next set of instructions. You could see Soobin continue to wipe his eyes, before Hoseok walked past and handed him a tissue, kneeling to help him wipe his face. “I need everyone to stand up next to their seats.” You said. “We’re going to dance.”

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The sound of rustling backpacks was heard as children finally began gathering their belongings. You were cleaning up, while Hoseok was beginning to get what he needed to wipe down tables and chairs. The kids were lined up, the straps of their bags locked tightly in their grips. You were just glad today was coming to a close, the mental exhaustion you were putting yourself through today was just hitting you differently than normal.

“Are we ready to go outside?” You asked.

“Is Mr. Kim going to come to play with us?” Yuna asked curiously.

“I’m not sure.” You admitted.

“Can I go ask him?”

“Me too!” Kai said. You sighed, leaning out the door to see the art room door was closed. You looked down at the two little kids, who stood at the door with their hands interlocked together. If you didn’t let them, you didn’t think you would hear the end of it. You couldn’t handle that today.

“Okay, fine.” You said, motioning to the room. Immediately, the duo began to run down the hall. “Walk in the hallways!” You shouted before they finally slowed down. You watched the duo knock on the door. It took a moment, but when it opened Taehyung poked his head out.

“Mr. Kim, can you come to play with us?” Kai asked curiously. Taehyung chuckled, looking over at you, however, you were now kneeling and helping Yeji fix the straps on her bag.

“Sure. I’ll be right out, okay?” He said to the little ones. They beamed in excitement. “Now, hurry back to your teacher and get ready, okay?”

“Okay!” They said together as they hurried back to your line.

“He said he’ll come.” Yuna hummed happily before she got into the line. You chuckled to yourself, watching as Taehyung closed the door to his room again. By now, the children were ready to go, and you lead them out to the playground to wait for their parents. The sound of children discarding their bags as they hurried to the equipment overtook the area, and you rested against the wall, crossing your arms. Hoseok followed behind shortly after. Shortly after that, you saw Taehyung walk out onto the field.

“So, is this when they leave?” Taehyung asked you curiously.

“Yeah.” You said. “Hoseok usually plays with them and I usually watch everyone. Sometimes Mr. Kim comes out too, but most of the kids get picked up pretty quickly.” Taehyung nodded. Before he could say anything else, his name was called by Yuna and Chaeryeong, standing at the top of the playground.

“Look!” Yuna shouted eagerly. Taehyung smiled, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked over to the playground.

“The kids seem to like him,” Hoseok said, looking over at you. You sighed.

“I know they do. I’m glad they do, I guess. I want them to like going to art class.” Hoseok chuckled.

“You don’t seem convinced.” He said. “Just relax. You’re going to get stress wrinkles.” You had to admit, that made you chuckle. “See? Smile more. He’s not doing anything bad, is he?”

“No. I guess not.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m just-.” Before you could begin to vent, a car pulled up to the front of the school. It parked and you knew exactly who it was. Kim Namjoon. When he stepped out of the car, Hoseok went to find Kai, who was with his friends sitting beside the swing set looking at whatever bugs they could find in the grass. Kim Namjoon pulled his glasses off his face and he set them in his jacket pocket, locking his car as he walked up to you. You stood straight and smiled a bit.

“Hey.” He said happily. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” You said. Namjoon smiled, unable to hold up an awkward chuckle. “How are you after that little stumble on your car this morning?” Namjoon groaned, scratching his head as he thought back to it.

“Aaah, come on now.” He muttered. “Don’t remind me, that was so embarrassing.”

“I thought it was kinda funny.” You admitted, smiling a bit. Namjoon put his hands in his pockets and let out another playful, yet still frustrated sigh, which made you laugh.

“Changing the subject, Jimin told me that you guys got your new art teacher today.” He said, looking around. He took a moment to scan the playground. Finally, his eyes landed on Taehyung, who was still watching the girls go down the slide, a small smile on his face. “Is that him?” he asked.

“The one and only.” You hummed. Namjoon nodded.

“He looks familiar.”

“He’s pretty popular on Instagram.” Namjoon looked over at you.

“Instagram? N-no, no that’s not where I recognize him from, come on.” You both chuckle a bit. “But he looks familiar.” You were silent for a moment, watching as Namjoon scanned Taehyung from a distance. After a moment, he snickered and ran a hand through his brown hair. “Aaaah, it’ll come to me.” He said. “Anyway, we need to get going. I have a meeting with a client tonight and I need to get Kai ready, Jungkook is coming over tonight.” You nodded. “But I’ll be free these next few weekends. I’d like to take you out to dinner.” He said. You smiled a bit.

“Well that’s nice but I-.”

“She would love to!” A high-pitched voice shouted form behind you, startling both you and Namjoon. It even caught Taehyung’s attention for a moment. A pair of large hands hit your shoulders, and you looked over to see Seokjin, standing behind you with a grin. “Hello, Namjoonie~.” Seokjin grinned. Namjoon blushed, smiling a bit.

“Mr. Kim, stop getting involved with my life.” You begged.

“I will when you finally settle down and get married. Now, that won’t happen unless you go on dates. So, Namjoon, she would love to. Just pick a date and I’ll make sure she’s there.”

“Mr. Kim-.” You groaned, watching as Seokjin approached Namjoon, greeting him with a tough handshake. “I’ll call you later. Good luck with your meeting.”

“Thanks,” Namjoon said. He turned his head. “Kai!” He shouted. “Get your stuff and get in the car. Jungkook is coming over tonight.”

“YAY!” Kai shouted, hopping up. He quickly said goodbye to his friends as he hurried to the pile of bags by the door. Namjoon finally turned back to you, seeing your cheeks tinted pink as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’ll call you.” He assured. You nodded.

“I look forward to it.” You said, forcing a small smile onto your face. Namjoon nodded, saying goodbye to his friend before leading his son to the car. As you watched them get in, Seokjin turned to you, grinning. However, you were in no way planning to grin back. “I hate you.”

“Awww, you’ll thank me on your wedding day.” He scoffed, before quickly fleeing the scene and hurrying back into his office.

“Wha-. You’re leaving already?!” You shouted, turning back to him. “Then why did you come out?!”

“I saw Namjoonie’s car pull up from my window!” Seokjin called back. “You’re welcome!” You groaned, covering your face in hopes that the scream you wanted to rip from your throat would just stay there for a little bit longer. As you finally returned your attention to the children, Taehyung walked over to you.

“Is that your boyfriend?” He asked. Just the sound of that word made your face beam a red that not even the children’s paint could rival.

“What?! NO! Mind your business.” You quickly looked away, crossing your arms in an annoyed huff. Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“Alright, alright sorry. He had such puppy love in his eyes I just had to assume.” You looked at Taehyung. “It was cute. I thought I was looking at a painting or something.”

“Oh, shut up.” You scoffed, and once again. Taehyung let out a deep and amused laugh. You waked towards the front gate of the building, and Taehyung watched you silently, his hands in his pockets. More parents were beginning to pull up for their children. Good, you needed to get your mind off all of this crap.

You changed your mind. Kim Taehyung was doing something bad. He was being just as nosy as your kids, and that was the last thing that you needed. That nosy punk.

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“Kook!” Kai shouted eagerly as the tall young adult walked into the living room of Kim’s luxury apartment. Namjoon was quick to follow, watching as Kai jumped into Jungkook’s arms.

“Hello there, little monster. Ready to have some fun tonight and stay up at midnight eating ice cream and cookies?”

“Yeaaa!” Kai giggled. Namjoon sighed, patting Jungkook on the back. When Jungkook looked over, he grinned sheepishly.

“I’m only kidding, Mr. Kim.”

“I know you are.” He admitted. “But maybe save the ice cream and cookie night for the next time you come over, okay?” Jungkook blinked as he watched Namjoon lift his son from his arms, as his tiny arms wrapped around him to give his father a great big hug.

“Another meeting?” Jungkook asked curiously. Namjoon shook his head, rubbing his son’s back.

“Not this time.” He said with a grin. He thought back to the way your eyes closed into little half-moons when you laughed at his slip up this morning. He thought back to the high-pitched laughter you had as you both spoke about it, and how hard Namjoon tried to keep that laughter going as long as he possibly could. Seeing you smile like that made all of his clumsy moment worth it, and he would be willing to do a million more just to see you laugh again. Knowing what this afternoon’s event has now begun to lead up to only got him even more excited. “I have another date coming up.”

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mgnifiqueyoo · 4 years ago

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“Run Away” - THEORY

"YEONJUN : RESIDENT OF A DIFFERENT WORLD"

TXT Storyline - Part 2 of ???

(a/n: I rewatched the Run Away mv and im confused. I will literally sacrifice my brain for TXT fhkdjcdk. This is the second part of my theory series for TXT's mvs and im pretty sure it will not end early since there are more mvs to come and more migraines to attack me.)

(another a/n: I will clarify things in here better than my theory before because I theorized that thirty minutes after I woke up lmao help.)

0:08 - 0:22 - In the first scene, we see Beomgyu looking all troubled. His facial expression showed a mixture of being confused, lost, and frustrated. As I stated in the previous summary, Beomgyu is a sociopath but he also has the real side of him that rarely ever showed up. In this scene, he shows that side (lonely, regretful, lost, etc.).

0:22 - 0:28 - In this scene, Yeonjun is cutting up a square-shaped hole in his notebook. It also shows that he has a cut on his thumb and he also owns a small stuffed toy that was lying beside his notebook.

This particular scene honestly made me confused but in my understanding, I think the toy was like a symbol of his youth.

Or for some reason, it made me think that the toy was representing either him or Beomgyu.

0:29 - 0:37 - Hueningkai is vandalizing the school road with a yellow and blue chalk = representation of his youth. The sketch somewhat represents a lightning.

My dumb ass knows that yellow and blue are like TXT's colors for that album but I JUST HAD TO RESEARCH WHAT DOES THE TWO COLORS MEAN? (I'm an overthinker, I know)

Yellow = mind, intellect, optimism, and cheerfulness. But it also meant impatience, criticism, and cowardice.

Blue = trust, peace, loyalty, and integrity. But also means conservatism and frigidity.

The meaning of the colors reflects to Hueningkai's character in the "Can't You See Me?" MV perfectly.

0:37 - 0:44 - Soobin (like in the CYSM MV) is alone in the classroom (probably with Yeonjun). I took a long ass glance at the whiteboard Soobin was drawing on.

We see the stuffed toy = Yeonjun (or Beomgyu dhcbjcb) Cats = reference to previous song "Cat and Dog" A shark = ??? A door = the concept lmao Fire = The thing that will happen later on (or BTS jvfhj)

So UM- hELLO??? THERE'S THE WORD FIRE ON THE WHITEBOARD???

Something tells me that Soobin knows what's about to happen...

0:45 - 0:55 - We see Taehyun flexing his airpods bc tXt rIch aND priVilEGED- I MEAN jkdfnj

lmao back to the topic, Taehyun takes off his airpods and stands in the middle of the school halls. He closes his eyes as if he was vibing to music or he sees a vision...

Could it be a vision from the future?

0:56 - 0:59 - Soobin takes a look at his drawing and puts on red filtered glasses. He, then, sees symbols that move around his sketch of the "door".

It's either Soobin knows the other world or Soobin knows what the future beholds.

1:15 - 1:21 - We see Beomgyu putting a band-aid over Yeonjun's cut.

mHm- This was Beomgyu's pretentious act of kindness towards Yeonjun since this clearly connects with the idea of Beomgyu's sociopathic intentions.

It is said that when a person is manipulative, they most likely don't physically appear scary.

They appear as the nicest and softest people.

Very much alike with Beomgyu's character. (ARE WE SURE HE SOCIOPATH THO???)

1:25 - 1:29 - In this scene, Taehyun stares at the camera all the way up until Yeonjun and the others came.

If you took this the "mETapHOriCal" way, Taehyun is staring into the eyes of something that cannot be seen by others.

1:32 - 1:37 - Yeonjun's glasses caused the fire in the room. The other boys noticed but they did nothing until Beomgyu came with a fire extinguisher. How did Beomgyu know about the fire when he was floors away from their classroom? Yeonjun looked worried and hopeless like it was all his fault.

Why does he looked so panicked? Why does it feel like he knows what's about to happen and what he was doing?

1:52 - 1:53 - In this scene, Beomgyu failed to stop the fire from burning Yeonjun's notebook EVEN with the fire extinguisher. Beomgyu gives that same look he gave Taehyun in the "CYSM" MV (Time stamp: 2:14 - 2:16//CYSM MV) and also from the start of the this MV (Time stamp: 0:08 - 0:22)

2:09 - 2:17 - In this shot we see the boys hanging out in the school's balcony, the symbols outside the school, and a magical fire extinguisher.

Symbols outside the school = also the symbols Soobin saw with his red filtered glasses.

The fire extinguisher Beomgyu brought was the reason why the fire was never prevented. The fire extinguisher had something to do with the world Soobin saw with his glasses, the world Taehyun saw in his vision, or the future that Beomgyu wanted to prevent from happening.

2:21 - 2:28 - Here we see Taehyun reading a book titled "Put Out The Fire" while Soobin and Hueningkai were trying to help Taehyun. In this scene, the lighting changed to red again as we see Beomgyu resting his head on a sleeping Yeonjun.

This scene showed that Beomgyu was trying to distract Yeonjun from helping the three find a solution to stop the fire from spreading throughout the school.

This is a sign of manipulation as he is forming a deep connection with Yeonjun throughout this MV.

2:38 - 2:59 - Yeonjun finally wakes up from his sleep as the fire started spreading more quickly. The five of them ran outside of the library, clearly failing to put out the fire.

They arrived at the school's gym pool and if you look closely...

there's an art of a shark deep down in one of the pools.

I think this is proof that either Beomgyu or Soobin knows about the future events or the other world.

3:06 - 3:13 - The five boys are playing together again, clearly distracted from the fire that's spreading through campus. Then, we see a shot of Taehyun and Soobin doing a handshake together.

Taehyun = seeing the future (???) Soobin = seeing a different dimension (???)

3:27 - 3:35 - Soobin watches the other members play together lovingly as he finds out there is a door in the pool. He wondered who in the world could've put a door in the pool?

Then, he realizes that he is near it.

3:37 - 4:16 - The five of them went underwater, discovering a new world and the door Soobin has been sketching.

I forgot to mention earlier that the sketch that Yeonjun was cutting up on his notebook was the exact same door Soobin drew on the whiteboard.

Does this mean all of them know that there's a new world/dimension?

Yeonjun pulls out the same glasses that caused the fire earlier and guess what? The door was on fire again.

4:18 - 4:20 - They started to have fun while Beomgyu gives the look of victory, knowing that he won and that he distracted them from the fire that was occuring outside the world/dimension they were in.

4:20 - 4:27 - It showed Taehyun and Soobin staring at the camera during different times = they have visions.

It also showed a glimpse of Yeonjun's keychain/stuffed toy as it transitions to them running from the fire.

Lastly, it shows that Hueningkai is still in the water. Hueningkai's face expressed both confusion and worry.

There is definitely something off.

4:31 - 4:35 - This scene showed glimpses of the past events

~Yeonjun causing a fire ~Taehyun reading the "Put Out The Fire" book ~Them arriving at the gymnasium pool ~Yeonjun cutting the sketch of the door in the notebook ~Them seeing the fire spread as the notebook Yeonjun drew on continued to burn

4:39 - 4:51 - The five of them looked at the burning door in amazement since they discovered a whole new world underwater. Yeonjun looked at it like he's seen this door before and HE WASN'T EVEN SURPRISED. Then, he removed the band-aid and the cut he had earlier was completely gone.

How?

4:54 - 5:16 - The five of them decided to leave. Weird thing? It was like they were just casually leaving a place and not A WHOLE NEW WORLD. The MV ends with Taehyun being left with Yeonjun's stuffed toy.

Summary/What I found out through listing every scene with details:

Soobin and Taehyun were the only members who were seeing visions about the different world. However, Soobin sees visions of future events while Taehyun only sees visions about the other world.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, turns into a NEUTRAL CHARACTER. A different creature? Could be. A good person? Could be. For me, his character is very hard to read and understand due to MY LACK OF SOURCE. He is either protecting Yeonjun from the different world or he is trying to blind Yeonjun from seeing the truth. Also, Beomgyu clearly knows what goes on in the future so we don't really know who's the bad guy here.

Yeonjun is a resident of the other world. HOW DID I CONCLUDE THIS? The last part really got me, okay? The four other members were amazed but he was just keeping up this blank face... like he has already seen it before. He was also the one who lead the members to the gymnasium pool like he knows what's there.

If you think Hueningkai is the only one who doesn't know anything, you're wrong. (Time stamp 4:20 - 4:27) In my guess, I think Hueningkai either has telepathic abilities...

or he sees visions, too.

The symbolism in this MV is too much for my brain to handle so I might do that next time. There might be a part two of this Runaway MV Theory and Analysis.

IN CONCLUSION: - BEOMGYU IS NOT A VILLAIN (???) BUT A NEUTRAL CHARACTER - YEONJUN IS THE RESIDENT OF THE OTHER WORLD - TAEHYUN AND SOOBIN ARE SEEING VISIONS - HUENINGKAI HAS MINIMAL SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES BUT IT IS STILL LEFT UNKNOWN

The question: how does this story line piece up with "Cat and Dog"? Does it also piece up with "Crown"? How does this even piece uP wITH THE NEW COMEBACK???

//the end//

stream “Can’t You See Me?” folks :D and y’all are free to message me when I forget something to take note of- :’)

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Double Penetration

Kinktober Day 16

Tetsutetsu and Kirishima x fem! Reader

Okay so... sorry this is so late but I think I made the wait worth it I have read over this myself like three times and I love this. Happy belated birthday to my favorite bnha boys Kirishima and Tetsutetsu and I hope y’all enjoy this fic!

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You had been dumbfounded when you found out that both Kirishima and Tetsutetsu liked you. You didn’t think it was that odd considering how similar they were, but at the time they both asked you out you didn’t have the heart to say no to either of them. You couldn’t lie, you liked them both, you had figured that if either of them liked you whoever asked first would be who you were with, but when they asked you at the same time that plan went down the drain.

They had given you some time to think, but when you really let yourself think about it you got upset knowing that you’d have to say no to one of them and you simply couldn’t make yourself do it.

You couldn’t choose. They were so sweet together and funny and always doing their best to make you smile, you couldn’t just choose one of the shark-tooth sweethearts, you liked them both.

When you told them that they seemed confused at first and looked at each other before beginning to laugh. You at first hadn’t understood what was going on but when they admitted that that was what they were asking the whole time you were the one to wear the confused face.

They had both liked you for so long that they made a deal to share you if you’d let them, and hearing that you were overjoyed, and the rest was history. Sure there were issues sometimes, especially in the bedroom, but things worked out well, and now years later you all three were still going strong.

You absolutely loved your boys, and they showed constantly how much they loved you too, and you couldn’t help but be happy with that.

After high school ended, you all found a place together, and while Tetsu and Kirishima went on to be pro hero’s you stayed in recovery units when needed, which made intimate moments with both of them very difficult.

However, it didn’t matter how difficult it was to be together sometimes, there was always one time of the year that you never failed to get your night with them.

Their birthday had always been something you celebrated together. It was always easy to remember birthdays with them because of their shared day, and it made things so much more fun.

Luckily for you, today was that day and you had been planning all year.

See, being with the both of them so long you had managed to learn what made them both tick. Kirishima was obsessed with your breasts, Tetsutetsu couldn’t get over the curve of your ass, and both of them were addicted to you.

They had been gone most of the day leaving you home alone to prepare, and prepare you did, you had begun cooking early in the day knowing that it was beyond easy to get them in the mood after they’d relaxed after a big meal, and you had put on something you were sure would get them going quickly.

You had slipped into a lacy little thing that barely covered you with straps and silk. A pair of red lace thigh highs, with a matching bralette and panty set custom made to fit you perfectly. It was styled to combine the grey and black from Tetsu’s costume and the black and red of Kirishima’s. A thin black lace collar was the only thing visible above your shirt, just giving enough of a hint to your boys to show what was in store. You hid the rest under one of Tetsu’s hoodies and a pair of Kirishima’s old sweats.

After spending the day perfecting your dinner you were thrilled when you heard the door open and you all but sprinted to meet them. You smiled happily as you ran into the first of your boys to come through the door which happened to be Kirishima. You smiled happily up at him and hugged tightly as you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek.

“You’re home!” You smiled softly, gladly melting into the gentle embrace that Kirishima wrapped you up in.

“Yeah! Tetsu was right behind me, he’ll be up in a minute. What smells so good?” He smiled at you with his wide toothy grin and you chuckled softly.

“Dinner, but you have to wait for Tetsu, okay?” You smiled and pulled the other inside. You tugged Kirishima along, the other still wearing his hero outfit which made you smile more.

“Ah, do we get time to change or are you making us eat right away?” He chuckled as you forced him down into one of the seats at the table and shook your head pouting.

“I don’t want it to get cold.” You murmured an excuse as you started getting things out on the table and smiled when the door opened a second time and you ran to greet Tetsu the same wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“Hey there! You sure are excited to see us.” Tetsu chuckled happily, ruffling your hair and kissing your forehead as you pulled him to the kitchen as well. His eyes went wide at the food and Kirishima and Tetsu smiled.

“Wow, (y/n), you’ve outdone yourself!” Kirishima spoke with a smile shifting in his spot happily as he waited for his two lovers to join him.

“You really have, did I miss some special occasion or something?” Tetsu questioned looking down at you with an honest smile. You blinked at his lack of realization as it dawned on you, they had forgotten about their own birthday! You smiled and shook your head coyly before slipping down into your seat.

“Just wanted to make something nice for you two that’s all.” You giggled happily as you opened everything up deciding to let your little surprise be what reminded them.

As you all began to eat the room was filled with jokes from the two males and happy laughter from all of you. It was, in your eyes, perfect. Your boys had done nothing but treat you right since you had started dating and you couldn’t have asked for a better pairing.

Once all the food was finished and both of the boys were leaned back in their seats full as they could force themselves to be, and the table was cleaned off, and everything put away, you decided that it was about time to unwrap their gift.

Just to tease a little before you left the room you walked over to Kirishima and sat in his lap pressing a few small kisses to his neck gently. The male melted at the kisses and you shifted a bit in your place noticing Kirishima was feeling it when a familiar bulge began to poke you in the back of the thigh. Tetsu was another story. You had found out he had a bit of a voyeurist streak and not only was he enjoying watching you two he was also beginning to get a bit jealous. You smiled noticing this and stood up slowly moving to give Tetsu a kiss on the cheek.

“I have a bit of a surprise for you.” You smiled softly as you looked between the two your eyes lidded as you traced shapes over Tetsu’s chest, neither of their hero suits leaving much to the imagination.

“Oh? A surprise?” Kirishima’s voice piqued, seeming interested as he shifted in his spot picking up on your signals a bit. You hummed and nodded in acknowledgement.

“Mhm, stay here, and come to the bedroom when I say I’m ready.” You let a small giggle slip past your lips as you immediately started toward your bedroom gasping and letting out a little squeak when Tetsu let his hand come down quickly on your ass. You smiled and looked over your shoulder shaking your head happily at him who stayed in his place chuckling and smirking.

You quickly retreated to your room pulling your clothes and slippers off throwing yourself on the bed after looking yourself over in the mirror a few times.

“I’m ready!” You called loud enough for the boys to hear. The room was pretty dark. A few candles lit for mood and you in the center of your large custom bed made to comfortably fit all three of you. You were growing more excited every step you heard from the others and you could barely contain your excitement when the door creaked open. You held your breath biting your lip as the door opened and Tetsu and Kirishima stepped in.

You were sure that both of their jaws hit the ground when they saw you, their eyes looking over you with growing arousal.

“So this is your surprise, huh?” Tetsu smirked being the first to walk over to the bed leaning down to quickly kiss you. You smiled and nodded, pulling back and looking invitingly toward Kirishima.

“Mhm. I wanted to do something special for your day, but...” You teased softly as it seemed to sink in what was going on.

“Oh my god...” Kirishima chuckled and moved to the other side of the bed happily. They both laughed a bit looking at you with a smile.

“We forgot...” Tetsu chuckled and shook his head as it sunk in finally.

“Happy birthday!” You smiled happily kissing them both softly. “I wanted to surprise you, but it seems I didn’t have to try very hard. How do you forget your own birthdays?” You teased happily, shifting to gently kiss them both again, Tetsu, who was closer, first, then Kirishima.

“Guess it just slipped our minds” Kirishima smiled and moved closer on the bed moving so he was behind you.

“We’ve both been so busy with work we must’ve lost the date. However, I think I’d rather focus on unwrapping our present?” Tetsu chimed in with a smirk gently snapping one of the straps on your bra pulling a gasp from you as Kirishima tugged you back into his chest. You smirked and looked back at him letting out a shocked hum when his lips caught yours, the pressure of his face guard pressing gently against your face. You hummed softly, the idea of being the one to peel off their hero suits suddenly making you very horny.

Tetsu countered watching you two as he leaned in, his lips pressing against the cool skin of your neck kissing and licking over your soft skin. You shuddered as Kirishima pressed his tongue into your mouth and began to explore. Your hips shifted back against Kirishima’s as Tetsu let his teeth graze your neck, the sharp points of his teeth dragging across sensitive skin as Kirishima continued to invade your mouth keeping your head turned toward him.

“I gotta say, baby, you look super sexy. When’d you get this?” Tetsu smirked softly as his hands slid up your stomach and chest sliding over red and black lace humming deeply. You gasped for air as Kirishima pulled away from your lips allowing you to breathe.

“I-I got it as a surprise. U-Uraraka helped me pick it.” You spoke softly a blush tinting your cheeks as Tetsu went back to kissing your neck and Kirishima slid his hands around you, his palms cupping your breasts. You gasped at the feeling as Tetsu let his teeth sink in a bit making you squirm in your spot. You let out a moan as you felt Tetsu dip his hand between your thighs, the pads of his fingers running over the already soaked lace and silk of your panties causing him to chuckle into the crook of your neck.

“You’re this wet already? We’re just starting baby.” He chuckled, pulling a chuckle from Kirishima as well.

“We turn you on that much?” Kirishima teased softly, nipping the back of your neck and making you shiver. You shifted in your spot whining before you suddenly turned in your spot pouting up at Kirishima as you pressed your lips roughly to his surprising him with your sudden forwardness.

Tetsu watched with a smirk, his hands sliding up your thighs gripping your ass between his hands pulling a soft moan from you as he kneaded your ass in his large hands.

“Someone’s eager.” Tetsu teased as you broke away from Kirishima’s lips with a moan and Tetsu’s fingers moved back to your heat teasing you again. You shuddered and looked up at Kirishima pausing a moment before beginning to gently kiss down his chest letting your hands trail over the toned muscles of his abdomen.

You moaned as Tetsu spanked you once again. You shifted in your spot as you leaned more into Kirishima sliding down and looking up at the other as your hands rested on the large bulge in his pants. He groaned as you kissed the tent forming there and you smiled up at him waiting a moment before slowly beginning to tug them down. You bit your lip when his cock sprung out of his pants and you swallowed, licking your lips and looking at him with lidded eyes as Tetsu continued to play with your cunt through your panties.

“You’re so big, Eiji~.” Your voice purred out deeply as you kissed the flared head of his cock pulling a shiver from the male. You hummed hearing Tetsu’s chucking behind you as you carefully kissed up Kirishima’s length letting your tongue run over his slit. You happily let every moan you pulled from him sink in as you gently parted your lips around the head of his cock and slowly took his length in your mouth. You hummed around him, your hand wrapping around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you began to bob your head slowly, moaning around his cock while Tetsu began to touch and abuse your dripping heat through the fabric of your panties.

“You’re such a good girl for us, look how well she’s taking you, Eijirou.” He smirked as his fingers found and roughly pinched your clit.

Kirishima moaned, biting his lip at the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock his hips rolling up slightly making you gag. He hissed in worry beginning to pull back but your hands on his thighs prevented his apologetic movements.

“D-don’t hurt yourself.” He redhead hissed one hand moving from supporting him to tangling into your hair as your movements slowed attempting to get him to move his hips again.

Tetsu laughed again behind you bringing his hand down once more on your ass watching it bounce and leaving behind a prominent red mark, squeezing roughly as you moaned out.

“You’re such a tease, baby. So pretty with his cock in your mouth.” Tetsu chuckled as his fingers dipped under the fabric of your panties and into your heat. You felt your eyes roll back a bit in pleasure as Kirishima bucked his hips up into your mouth. You moaned around Kirishima as his cock hit the back of your throat and Tetsu began to curl his fingers inside you. Your hips rolled and Kirishima groaned as he moved his hips up and deeper into your mouth.

Tetsu leaned down over you after a few moments and pressed gentle kisses over your back and shoulders.

“F-fuck, (y/n), you’re so good to us.” Kirishima’s voice was strained as you hollowed your cheeks and looked up at him with lidded eyes. You continued this action a few more times enjoying the sounds you pulled from the other before suddenly Tetsu’s motions stopped and he pulled you back off of Kirishima who groaned in protest his cock standing at attention, twitching and close.

“Paying so much attention to Kiri, it’s my turn, baby.” He purred as his hand trailed up your sides, cupping the swell of your breasts before roughly pinching at your pert nipples and pulling. His lips trailed over the back of your neck, teeth grazing the skin before biting, pulling a gasp and a low moan from you. You trembled under his touch and leaned back against him as he played with your breasts making Kirishima shift in front of you knowing full well Tetsu was playing with him.

“T-Tetsu~.” You moaned out as you rolled your hips back against the hard bulge in Tetsu’s pants. You panted and whined when he growled low against your neck, his hands moving down, fingers gripping your hips tightly. Kirishima’s breathing was still quick and labored as he stared up at you biting his lip as Tetsu’s hands roamed your bare skin pulling at your hard nipples again and leaving love-bites and marks down the sides and back of your neck, claiming you while Kirishima watched.

Tetsu’s attack only continued for a few more moments before Kirishima sat up injecting himself into the action as his hands roughly grabbed your hips pulling you forward and he began to kiss and bite and lick at your neck on the side opposite of Tetsu. You moaned as Kirishima groped your tender ass pulling a gasp from your lips as his teeth sank slightly into your skin. You moaned and bucked your hips against nothing, all your strength focusing on keeping balanced between the two heroes. Tetsu smirked as Kirishima began to feel over your body, his hips grinding against your thigh already beginning to get restless for his release having been so close with your mouth.

“Looks like someone’s not gonna hold out much longer?” Tetsu teased, gaining a moan from you as one of his hands left your breast and moved down to press roughly against your clit pulling a moan out of you and causing you to fall forward into Kirishima making him groan deeply as your thigh pressed against his aching length.

“T-Tetsu~.” You whined when his hand didn’t move the pressure cashing your hips to move until you were practically humping his hand for more.

“S-so pretty.” Kirishima groaned one hand moving to cup your cheek the pad of his thumb sliding over your bottom lip before slipping between them pressing down on your tongue. Tetsu was having far too much fun watching the expression you made and hearing the sounds that left you to stop. He pinched and pulled your nipples as his fingers began tracing slow circles around your clit making you shake as you sucked teasingly on Kirishima’s tongue.

The male beneath you groaned as you sucked his fingers greedily and Tetsu massaged your ass and clit watching the way the fat of your ass trembled under his touch. The constant stimulation, however, was beginning to get to you. You trembled in your place as your hips rolled and you whined.

“K-kiri, T-Tetsu~ please. I-I want you.” You breathed out shakily as Kirishima spread; he spit on his thumb over your lips making them shine as he looked up at you. He groaned and nodded looking up at Tetsu with a smirk.

“I don’t know how much more I can hold out if she keeps making those faces.” He groaned as his hips rolled up and Tetsu brought his hand down once more on your plump ass making you moan again.

“Okay, baby. Tell me who you want first.” Tetsu spoke softly massaging the red of your ass with his hand causing an aching sting to sear through your body only bringing you more pleasure.

You hesitated a moment in desperate though before shaking your head, your hips still rolling against Tetsu’s hand as it continued to slowly rub your clit.

“N-no...” you paused sitting up as your hips rode Tetsu’s hand giving yourself more pleasure before turning over your shoulder and kissing Tetsu deeply as your hands gently rubbed over Kirishima’s chest.

Your eyes lidded as you blinked and an innocent smirk played your lips.

“I want both of you.” You hummed glancing between the two bewildered heroes as smirks spread across their faces in unison.

“Such a naughty girl. You think you can take us both?” Tetsu teased his hand arching up against your heat making you moan as you shifted in your spot, nodding desperately.

“Y-Yes, please!” You gasped as he pinched your clit again and Kirishima’s hands groped your chest roughly.

“Hell, Yes.” Kirishima hummed deeply. “I wanna see you stretch yourself on both of our cocks.” He spoke bluntly as he leaned up running his lips and the points of his mask up your neck before roughly biting your bottom lip pulling it between sharp teeth pulling a pleasured hiss from you. Tetsu groaned at the sight, his hips pressing forward.

You could feel them both. Kirishima exposed cock against your thigh, twitching and begging to be touched. And Tetsu, his clothed, aching member now against your ass showing you just how ready he really was. You moaned softly at the idea of having them both inside of you and you sat up more shivering as your tongue ran over your now swollen and red lips. You glanced back at Tetsu and smirked leaning forward again and pulling the fabric of your panties to the side exposing your dripping cunt. You looked down at Kirishima kissing him roughly and whining as you pulled away, your face flushed, lips swollen covered in spit, and earlier pre from Kirishima, your eyes lidded and your pussy aching.

“Please fuck me~.” Your voice was a soft plea that seemed to make both of your boys snap. Tetsu’s hands moved to roughly grip your ass, the spectacle in front of him enough to drive any man mad, and Kirishima ground his hips up against you, his hands still cupping your breasts.

“Fuck, baby...” Kirishima groaned out as Tetsu looked past you to Kirishima.

“You first.” He hissed palming himself through his pants as he started pulling his pants off sloppily and Kirishima nodded lining himself up.

“Sit down for me, Princess~.” Kiri smirked holding your hips as he teased your entrance making you whimper as you steadied yourself on his chest slowly beginning to sink down around his cock. You gasped as his girth entered you already feeling stretched by him. You keened softly as you realized just how stretched you were about to be shifting in your spot as you tried to mentally prepare yourself for Tetsu as well.

Kirishima’s thumbs gently rubbed your hip bones reassuringly pressing soft kisses along the marks on your neck groaning whenever you’d tighten up around hum.

Tetsu bit his lip kissing down your back as he lined himself up pausing as the head of his twitching cock pressed against your entrance.

“You sure you can handle both?” He spoke softly, his hands sliding in soothing motions over your sides, the concern the two had for you making you smile softly. You whimpered a bit as you moved your hips back toward Tetsu and you nodded.

“L-let me take both of my birthday boys.” You smiled softly glancing back at Tetsu as you felt the pressure against your entrance and he nodded growling under his breath.

You relaxed yourself as best you could letting the soothing motions of Kirishima and Tetsu calm you down. You let out a shaky breath as Tetsu slowly pushed into your tight cunt. You tensed up a bit and alley out a small yelp as he pushed into your heat making your body shiver. You moaned in pain as tears pricked the corners on your eyes.

Your body shook. You’d never felt so stretched and full in your life. It took you awhile to get used to the size of both of them inside you, each boy keeping their patience and not moving as they both whispered praises and sweet words of encouragement in either ear.

“So good to us baby.” Kirishima groaned.

“I can’t believe how well you’re doing.” Tetsu hummed softly kissing your back.

“You’re so pretty.” Kirishima breathed out shakily. With each praise you felt your pussy twitch around them making you tremble.

“Tell us when you’re ready, baby. We don’t want you to get hurt.” Tetsu cooed gently into your ear as their gentle motions on your hips and sides continued slowly relaxing you enough to test moving your hips a bit. You gasped at the feeling but nodded as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“I-I’m okay. P-please, move.” You trembled as you held onto Kirishima, his hands gripping your sides gently as you felt his hips roll up pressing himself farther into you.

As soon as they began to move you felt as if you’d be ripped in half. They moved in unison pressing against every sensitive spot inside you. The curve of Kirishima’s cock pressed against your most sensitive place perfectly as Tetsu’s length pushed past places you’d never felt before. Your body shook and you moaned loudly the sound of Kirishima’s groaning beneath you and Tetsums grunts and growls behind you only spurring you on. Your hips rolled down against their movements, any strength in your hips practically gone as you got fucked deep and rough by both Kirishima and Tetsu.

Your head rolled back when they picked up their speed, their thrusts becoming a bit uneven, one pressing in farther than the other at different speeds. You were a mess. Overstimulated tears rolled down your cheeks as you moaned, Tetsu’s hips slapped against yours from behind as you bounced as well as you could on Kirishima’s member being met with shallow thrusts upward. Your hands grabbed onto whatever they could as you moved your walls clamping around their cocks every now and again as you moaned and cried out loudly.

“Fuck, look at you baby~. You’re all stretched out, and so tight for us~.” Kirishima groaned, his hands gripping your hips roughly as he fucked forward into you, his back arching in the bed for a better angle. Tetsu groaned deeply in agreement as he slammed his hips forward making you shudder with each thrust.

“Making s-such pretty sounds too~!” He groaned his breathing low and labored as they moved. You could feel yourself veering too close to a steep edge as you moaned out loudly. Your sounds echoed off the walls as they took turns pushing further into your head. Your nails dig into the comforter beneath you as you felt yourself pushed a bit too far.

Your back arched as you saw up one of them hitting a place inside you that you would’ve sworn made you see sparks.

“I-I’m cumming!” You gasped out loudly, your eyes rolling back in your head, feeling them both beginning to twitch inside you. Their erratic movements pushed you over even quicker as your walls clamped around them tightly and you came over their cocks.

Kirishima suddenly gasped out his motions stilling as his fingers dug bruisingly hard into your hips.

“Shit! If-if you clamp down that hard— ah!” He gasped his hips spasming upward into you as he came as well painting your walls with thick cum as Tetsu thrusted into you with quick, rough, shallow moments only keeping up for a few more seconds before his teeth sunk into your shoulder and his hips snapped forward burying himself inside you, his hand moving to press against your stomach pulling another loud moan from you while he came as well, his hips shaking against yours as his release spilled into your aching cunt in long spurts.

You gasped for air, collapsed against Kirishima’s chest, whimpering softly as Tetsu and Kirishima finished. You felt the world around you darkening as Tetsu pulled out of you, your eyes unable to keep themselves open. Your body trembled as Kirishima pulled out as well and your mixed fluids poured out of you and your sight went dark resting your head on Kirishima’s broad chest.

You heard deep chuckling around you feeling yourself being moved and cleaned before you felt two sets of large arms wrap around you kissing peppering your face and neck and a warm blanket was wrapped around you.

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

“And thank you for the present.” You faintly heard the whispering as your consciousness slowly slipped away and you fell asleep in the arms of your lovers.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #kirishima eijiro #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #kinktober #lemon #x reader #happy birthday

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angelofthequeers · 5 years ago

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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 29

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Chapter 28 | Chapter 30 | AO3 link

“– rinette! Marinette!”

“Hmm?” Marinette is forcibly yanked out of her thoughts by Alya’s snapping fingers in front of her face.

“Finally!” Alya says. “You didn’t hear a word of my rant about Mr Alternative News blogger. Man, wherever you were just now, you gotta take me there too.”

“I wasn’t anywhere. I was just…thinking.” About her date with Chat Noir. But Alya doesn’t need to know that.

“Mhm. If you say so.”

“It looked like you were halfway across the solar system!” Lila says. Why she’s here, Marinette has no clue, but either Rose or Juleka or Alix or Mylène had invited her along to their Saturday hangout at the Louvre, and it’s not like Marinette and Alya can refuse to include her without getting labelled raging bitches.

“I really am fine,” Marinette says. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.”

“Like your crush on Chat Noir,” Alix teases. Marinette’s cheeks start to boil.

“What? No!” Had someone seen them on their date? No, of course not, the girls already know she’s crushing on Chat Noir.

“That’s so cute!” Rose says.

“If you two get together, tell me!” Mylène says with a mischievous smile. “I want to be sure I win a bet against Ivan, since our Adrienette one was a bust.”

“Mylène! You cheater!” Juleka says. Mylène’s cheeks pinken.

“What?” she says. “I just…have inside information.”

“I hate you all,” Marinette mutters. “And even if I did get together with him – which is not happening –” Lies, but necessary. “– why would I tell anyone? He’s a superhero. I’m a civilian. Hawkmoth would love that.”

“True, true.” Alya raises her hand, like she’s going to clutch at her chest, but then aborts that movement and lowers her hand. Marinette resists the urge to smirk, since she’s not supposed to know that Alya is Rena Rouge and wearing the Miraculous under her shirt.

“You and Chat Noir would make the cutest couple!” Lila coos. “It sucks that I wasn’t here for the Adrienette hype!”

“Does everyone call us that?” Marinette throws her hands in the air. “What are we, fictional characters?”

Before anyone can reply, Rose and Juleka scream. The reason for this becomes apparent when they try to jump away from each other but can’t due to literally being attached at the hip, with Rose’s pink dress melting into Juleka’s black one.

“What the –?” Marinette leaps away from them, immediately scanning her surroundings for any sign of the perpetrator. “Akuma!”

“Where?” Lila immediately leaps behind Alya.

“Alya Césaire!” An orange blur soars off a building and lands in front of Alya. “You think the Ladyblogger can compete with Faux News?”

“Faux – wait, Lars?” Alya’s eyes bulge. “Lars Vos? The Alternative News dipshit?”

The orange man – Faux News – snarls at Alya. He’s…a fox. Or, to be more accurate, a guy in a fox costume, just like Rena Rouge. Unlike Rena Rouge, however, his orange suit is skin-tight, with a white torso and white down his inner upper arms and thighs. He also has short, chunky black gloves and boots, an orange and white bushy tail that looks like it sprouts out of the back of his suit, thick black rings around his grey eyes, and short fox ears poking out of his pale blond hair. Also unlike a Fox superhero is the lack of flute on his back and, instead of a Miraculous around his neck, there’s a little black cravat like a high collar. It’s like someone had tried to create a Fox wielder but left out just enough that it feels…wrong.

“You think you’re the best just because your little blog’s so popular?” Faux News growls.

“Uh, no,” Alya says. “I think I’m the best because unlike you, I actually get my own footage. I don’t jack it from someone else and then whine that it’s shitty quality.”

“At least I don’t harass people for the fun of it!” Faux News says.

“Harass you? How? All I did was leave a comment asking you to shut the fuck up and stop taking jabs at me for actually doing my job! And at least I post the truth!”

“What the heck did you do to Rose and Juleka?” Marinette demands. Oh, how she wishes she could get away to transform, but she’s right next to Alya and Faux News will most definitely notice her trying to slip away.

“I guess they’re just such good soulmates that they’re joined at the hip,” Faux News shrugs.

“You’re twisting reality!” Lila gasps. “Faux News! Alternative News!”

Faux News’ grin is more like a shark’s than a fox’s. “Exactly. Whatever I say is true! And I think that little girls such as yourself should be seen and not heard.”

Lila opens her mouth to say something else…but no sound escapes her. Her eyes widen and she once again tries to speak but again, she can’t. While Faux News is distracted by Lila’s predicament, Marinette grabs Alya by the hand and hightails it the hell out of there before he can remember that they exist.

“Marinette!” Alya tries to yank herself free. “You can’t – I need to –”

“Césaire!” Faux News bellows. Marinette ducks into the first store she encounters.

“Go and hide!” she hisses to Alya. “I’ll go and see if I can find Ladybug and Chat Noir!”

“But what if he gets you?” Alya says, grabbing her upper arms.

“It’s not me he’s after,” Marinette says. “I’ll be fine! Just go and hide!”

Alya bites her lip and her eyes flick down to her own chest for a split second. Then she nods and pushes Marinette away before weaving through the racks of clothes in the direction of the changing rooms. Reassured that her best friend is now able to transform and is therefore safe from Faux News’ hunt for Alya Césaire, Marinette barrels out of the store and down an alleyway to transform.

“Tikki, spots on!”

“Chat Noir! Down here!”

At the sound of his name, Chat Noir automatically leaps off the rooftop to the street below. Ladybug’s waving at him from inside a store, and he takes a quick look around before sprinting inside.

“What the hell kind of an akuma is this?” Chat Noir says as Ladybug shuts the door behind him and beckons him further into the store, away from the windows. “Some guy was barking up a tree! Literally! And a woman tried to talk my ear off about how climate change wasn’t real!”

Ladybug snorts. “His name’s Faux News and he can warp reality. He attached R – uh, two girls at the hip because they were “soulmates” and he took another’s voice because “little girls should be seen and not heard”.”

Chat Noir wrinkles his nose. Ick. One of those people.

“It’s my fault.” Rena Rouge emerges from one of the changing rooms. “He’s this Alternative News blogger who I told off for not telling the truth.”

“And for taking cheap shots at you,” Ladybug says.

“Yeah but –”

“Hey. We talked about this when I found you in here, remember? You’re not responsible for his akumatisation. Hawkmoth is. And if he hadn’t been targeting you and your blog, you wouldn’t have attacked him.”

“I still might have,” Rena Rouge says. “If he reckons he’s a “real journalist”, he can’t go around telling lies. I mean, saying that you hate cats? All we need is for one person to grab that lie and blow it up, especially because he had no sources!”

“I don’t think that’s the point right now,” Chat Noir says. “How powerful is Faux News? Can he just take our Miraculouses with his powers by making it the truth?”

Ladybug purses her lips. “I’m not sure. And I’m kind of hesitant about finding out. But we can’t just sit in here forever.”

“He might not be able to just will them to him like that,” Rena Rouge says. “Otherwise, Hawkmoth would’ve made an akuma like that ages ago. Every akuma you’ve faced with control over something has had to brainwash you, but they still didn’t figure out who you were or get you to reveal yourselves. Like Dark Cupid, remember? He totally could’ve made Chat Noir take the ring off. But he didn’t.”

“Hmm,” Ladybug says. “You know…I think you’re on to something. Wait here.” She ducks into the changing room and there’s a bright flash of pink light as she detransforms. Chat Noir and Rena Rouge exchange awkward grins as Ladybug talks to her kwami in a hushed voice, both very much aware that all they’d have to do is slam the door open to see who’s behind the red and black spotted mask, and then Ladybug’s once again transformed and is pulling the stall door open.

“Tikki says that part of the Miraculous magic means that we can’t compel each other to give them up,” Ladybug says. “If we get immobilised or brainwashed into standing still or whatever and they physically take them off us, sure. But an akuma can’t force us to take them off ourselves or to reveal our identities if we’re transformed. The only one of us who could directly affect a Miraculous is Chat Noir with his Cataclysm, but then it’d take my Miraculous Ladybug to fix it. And Tikki says that the Butterfly can akumatise a Miraculous, but it still can’t make that person reveal themselves unless they want to. Hawkmoth’s kwami must have told him all this because Rena Rouge is right: he would’ve made an akuma like this one ages ago if that worked.”

“That also means that you can’t just Lucky Charm Hawkmoth’s Miraculous straight off him,” Rena Rouge says. “Aww, man. But that’s a relief, knowing that Faux News can’t make us give our Miraculouses to him.”

“And we also can’t be exposed through, say, mind-reading akumas,” Ladybug says. “Although there’s nothing stopping a brainwashing akuma from forcing us to physically out ourselves by, you know, outright saying who everyone else is or ordering all Miraculous holders to come to them, which is why I’m so insistent that Chat Noir and I don’t reveal our identities. It would be bad if Hawkmoth learned who Rena Rouge was, yeah, but figuring out me or Chat Noir would be a disaster.”

“My life would be over if Hawkmoth knew who I was.” Chat Noir closes his fingers around his ring, as though this is enough to shield it from Hawkmoth’s greed. “Now that I’ve had this taste of freedom…”

“Well, Hawkmoth won’t figure out who any of us are,” Ladybug says firmly. She rests a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and soft warmth seems to radiate from her hand through Chat Noir’s suit. “Anyway, come on. We have to stop Faux News!”

To find Faux News, all they have to do is follow the trail of sheer chaos throughout the city, from a group of floating men shouting about defying the laws of gravity, to a child who’s screaming and running away from a life-size, nightmarish teddy bear.

“This is sick,” Ladybug growls once Chat Noir’s torn the bear apart with his claws and Rena Rouge is comforting the little girl. “He can make anything a reality and he does that?”

“I told you he was an arse,” Rena Rouge says. She pats the girl on the head and directs her to hide in the nearest building, then turns to Ladybug and Chat Noir with her arms crossed. “I just didn’t know he was this much of one.”

“Ladybug! Chat Noir! Over here!”

Chat Noir whirls around, raising his staff. The speaker is a middle-aged man who’s got his phone trained on them and a wicked gleam in his eye.

“That’s it!” the man says. “Only the best footage for Faux News!”

“Uh, excuse me?” Rena Rouge says. “Faux – uh, Alternative News is shit. Everyone knows the Ladyblog –”

“Ladyblog? What’s the Ladyblog?” the man says. Rena Rouge’s eyes widen.

“No,” she breathes. She yanks her flute off her back and swipes to extend a little screen out of the end, just like with Chat Noir’s baton. “Are you fucking kidding me? That son of a bitch – all that work –”

“What happened?” Ladybug says. A fuming Rena Rouge thrusts her flute out at them to show her search results for the Ladyblog…which is nothing. Well, there’s technically one result, but when Chat Noir taps it, it brings up an extremely poor-quality webpage with one pixelated, clearly amateur video. In contrast, when Rena Rouge takes her flute back to search for Faux News and shows Ladybug and Chat Noir again, they’re taken to a crisp, professional webpage with scores of posts and videos and comments.

“That – he stole my work!” Rena Rouge’s eyes fill with tears. Thankfully, the man nearby doesn’t hear, or it would be bye-bye Rena Rouge and her secret identity. “All that effort – I’ve put so much work in – and he just – he just spoke a few fancy words and now I’m the amateur knock-off! He even stole my superhero look!”

“Hey.” Ladybug grabs Rena Rouge by the biceps and squeezes gently. “We’ll take care of it, okay? We’ll defeat Faux News and the Ladyblog will go back to normal.”

“What milady said,” Chat Noir agrees. “Like we’re gonna let some ugly Rena knock-off win. Hawkmoth deserves our Miraculouses if we lose to this guy.”

Rena Rouge snorts and wipes her eyes, even though her mask conceals any traces of tears. “Thanks, guys. I just…god, I can’t stand people who steal others’ work.”

“You hear that?” Chat Noir calls at the recording man. “Faux News is going down like the fake he is!”

The man’s jovial smile darkens into a horrific scowl. Before any of them can react, he’s scurrying off down the street and around the corner.

“Well,” Ladybug says. “I can’t say that was the smartest move, but at least now we can find Faux News, assuming that guy’s gone to tattle. Let’s go!”

Faux News does turn out to be in the next street over, with the tattletale man next to him and at least a hundred other people who don’t seem to be affected just yet. Of course, ‘don’t seem to be’ isn’t the same as ‘aren’t’, as they demonstrate moments later by turning around and staring straight at the superheroes like one many-headed, many-limbed being.

“Don’t worry!” Chat Noir puffs himself up. Time to show Faux News who’s boss! “We’ll save you –”

“It’s them! The criminals!” A woman points at Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Rena Rouge. “They’re trying to destroy the mighty Faux News and Hawkmoth!”

“Ah,” Rena Rouge says. “When we figured out that he could bend reality, we should have suspected he’d do this.”

“Go and spread the word, my loyal fans!” Faux News announces, and half of the crowd around him starts to scatter in all directions. “I bestow the gift of gospel upon you all!”

“Gospel?” Chat Noir scoffs. “This guy’s pretty up himself.”

“Uh, yeah,” Rena Rouge says. “It’s not like I just told you that before.”

Ladybug frowns. “He’s making them go and twist reality to make others believe that we’re the bad guys? Does that mean that he can only directly affect his surroundings, and he has to imbue his minions with the power to twist the truth for others?”

“What about the Ladyblog thing, then?” Rena Rouge says.

“With a phone or something connected to the internet, it’d technically be in his surroundings,” Ladybug says slowly. “We have to keep him occupied to limit the damage!”

“That’s something we can definitely do, milady,” Chat Noir grins, then hefts his baton and shakes it to its full length. “Hey, Rena, wanna legally beat the shit out of this guy and not get in any trouble for it?”

“Chat!” Ladybug protests, but even she doesn’t say anything when Rena Rouge’s eyes start to gleam rather terrifyingly.

“For truth and justice!” Rena Rouge bellows and charges at Faux News, flute ready to strike. She’s met with a wall of brainwashed bystanders forming a shield around Faux News, but this doesn’t curb her enthusiasm one bit.

“Hey, that should be our catchphrase!” Chat Noir says. Ladybug rolls her eyes while simultaneously taking out two minions at once with a flick of her yo-yo.

“We are not having a catchphrase, you silly cat!” she says.

“Aww but why not?” Chat Noir throws his staff at a minion creeping up on Ladybug, then deftly dodges one behind him, kicks her to the ground by her back, and rolls under another minion’s outstretched arms to retrieve his weapon.

“There’s too many of them!” Ladybug says. “And Rena’s too angry to focus on a proper Mirage!”

“You no-good fake!” Rena Rouge shrieks in the background, inadvertently confirming Ladybug’s assessment. “Stop hiding behind your little fans and face me like a proper fox!”

“Rena, take a chill pill!” Chat Noir calls. Naturally, he’s ignored. “Okay, uh, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to let her take this one?��

“We should’ve made her sit it out,” Ladybug agrees while elbowing a young man in the solar plexus and dropping him like a sack of bricks. “Too personal. I think I’ll have to…Lucky Charm!” A little red and black candle falls into her hands.

“We’re gonna throw him a party?” Chat Noir says as he ducks to let two minions slam into each other in their haste to grab him.

“No…I can’t see what to use it for…” Ladybug frowns and turns on the spot, while Chat Noir covers her from the advancing minions and Rena Rouge continues to wreak havoc in her attempt to get to Faux News.

“Maybe you can smoke signal for help,” Chat Noir jokes. Ladybug’s eyes widen.

“Of course! I mean, it’s not ideal…I’d prefer not to throw them into a battle with no training…but we need a shield!”

“Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes?” Chat Noir says. Ladybug shakes her head.

“Not necessary. I trust you to pick the right ally. I need to stay here and keep Faux News from getting away and turning all of Paris against us…and keep an eye on Rena Rouge. It wouldn’t be a problem if she wasn’t so angry at this guy.”

Chat Noir winces when Rena Rouge bashes someone across the head with her flute. “Totally with you there, milady. I’ll be back. Try not to miss me too much!”

“Finally, a break from you!” Ladybug calls at him as he bounds away. He flips her off over his shoulder with a cheerful little smirk, then leaps up to a rooftop and turns his sights in the direction of Master Fu’s place.

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #aotq fic #aotq: hold me #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #alya cesaire #rena rouge #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #mylene haprele #alix kubdel #lila rossi #anti-lila #ugh #alya does not take kindly to plagiarism

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miachanelparker · 5 years ago

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Friendly Fun

INVOLVED: Mia Carter, Tyler Carter, Nova Taylor, and Aaron Moore TIME FRAME: Wednesday, April 1, 2020 LOCATION: Waikiki Aquarium; Waikiki, Honolulu, Hawaii SUMMARY: The group go out for some fun.

Tyler walked through the aquarium, his arm around Mia’s shoulder, his hand rubbing her arm lovingly as they walked, and he handed her the ice cream cone he had just bought with a smirk. “Here ya go,” he said knowingly as he handed it over. He smiled at her before turning his eyes, looking at the array of colorful fish as they walked through the glass tunnel.

Mia adjusted the front of the sundress she was wearing; they were out enjoying activities and her ankles were not swollen which was something she was grateful for. She knew it had concerned him previously and herself, but she didn’t want to worry on this trip, and she didn’t want him to either. As they walked and he handed her the ice cream cone she smirked at him, accepting it and giving it a lick. “You don’t want any?” she asked, holding the small Jacquemus bag in her other hand as they strolled.

Nova drank a little water down from the bottle she had as she and Aaron followed behind Mia and Tyler. As they moved through the aquarium, she smirked to herself, she held the bottle of water in the same hand her Prada bag was in and she reached for his. Soon enough they enjoy moments like this with their son, showing him new sights and educating him on the world around them.

Aaron walked, trailing behind Tyler and Mia with Nova. He looked around at all the fish and he smirked slightly. This place was pretty cool. Looking to Nova as she grabbed his hand, he smiled and tugged her closer. He pulled her to his chest, pressing a kiss to her hair as they walked. “What you thinking about?” he asked her lovingly.

Smiling softly, Tyler looked at Mia and said, “no, I’m okay, I bought it for you.” He slid his arm from around her shoulder hugging her close by her waist. Leaning down some, he nuzzled the side of her face a bit. “You feeling okay?” he asked her now in a whisper as they walked.

Mia smirked at Tyler again and he hugged her close, she licked the ice cream cone once more and smiled “thank you baby” she told him gently. At his question she looked into his eyes “yeah” she said nodding her head “I feel fine” she told him honestly.

Nova looked at Aaron pulling her eyes from the massive shark that swam by and she sighed softly as she grinned. “Picturing us taking bean to an aquarium” she confessed. “I know it sounds crazy,” she said, chuckling a little. “But I was just thinking how wild it will be that we will get to show him these things and educate him on it” she said looking at the fish.

Aaron watched the giant shark swim by, and he had to do a double take. Why in the hell was a shark in the tank with all the little fish? He had no idea. Looking back at Nova, he smiled at the thought and he placed his hand on her belly. “That’s not crazy,” he said softly. “I picture us with him too,” he admitted, chuckling. “It is wild though,” he added with a smirk as he rubbed her belly. “Who do you think he’s going to look like more?” he asked her curiously. He had a feeling it was going to be him; he had some pretty strong genes in his family.

Tyler walked idly, looking around a bit as he did. “You’re welcome baby,” he said as he looked down at her, giving her a small squeeze. As she explained that she felt fine, he nodded and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Okay baby,” he said gently. As they moved into the giant, circular room, Tyler smirked. “Damn,” he said looking around at the massive shark before his eyes moved to the turtles.

Mia smiled, eyes closing as he kissed her forehead, she looked up at him and said, “I would tell you if I didn’t feel like myself baby,” she reassured him. As they moved to the next spot, Mia licked the cone twice taking in the large sea animals. She looked at the massive turtle and she said “look how big this thing is” pointing with her finger before she licked the ice cream again. “I can’t believe there are things this huge in the ocean swimming around” she told them.

Nova looked at Aaron and she looked down at her stomach poking out in her dress. She never admitted it to him, but she loved when he rested his hand on her stomach. Mainly because of how calm and soothed their son became but also because of the love she felt in each touch. “You” she said easily with a shrug “I just want him to have those dimples” she said looking up at Aaron, she pecked his cheek. As they moved into the next space she looked around before she looked at Mia chuckling “right” she said to her.

Aaron rubbed her belly gently, moving his hand in slow soothing circles idly as they moved. “Oh, just my dimples, huh?” he questioned her with a wide smile, his talked about dimples creasing through his thick beard. “You can’t even see them,” he chuckled. As they moved into the large, open area, he looked up, eyeing all the variety of fish and sea creatures. “Wow,” he breathed. “Remind me to never get in the ocean again,” he chuckled.

“I know baby,” Tyler said gently, rubbing his hand up and down her side. Looking to where Mia, pointed, Tyler chuckled. “Yeah, when you think about it, it’s actually kind of eerie,” he said. “The ocean is so vast, and we don’t even know half of what's down there,” he said, getting a chill at the thought.

Mia licked at the cone once more looking up at Tyler with a smirk as he spoke. “You nerd” she joked, chuckling a little at him before she looked back in the tank. At Aaron’s words she looked back at him and smirked, licking her cone before she bit off the top of the vanilla ice cream, chewing it a little as it melted in her mouth.

Nova looked at Aaron and nodded her head “yeah” she said softly before she chuckled. “But I know they are there” she added with a wink as he smiled at her. “It’s beautiful though” she added in behind all of them as she watched the fish move.

Aaron smirked at Nova’s words and he asked, “think I should trim the beard down?” curiously, nuzzling her a bit with his beard. Looking around them, he nodded and said, “it is, it really is,” spotting a bench as people stood up from it, he ushered Nova over quickly, sitting down himself before he pulled her down in his lap, his hands on her belly once more.

Scrunching his nose at Mia, Tyler snorted. “That is common knowledge,” he said with a shake of his head and a smile. Watching Nova and Aaron sit down, Tyler walked Mia over, sitting as well, he gripped her full hips, bringing her down into his lap. “So, what do you guys want to do next today?” he asked curiously.

Mia giggled softly at Tyler “mhm” she said teasingly before she bit into the cone munching lightly. As Tyler brought her over to the bench, gripping her hips and resting her in his lap she munched quietly to herself. However, at his question she licked her lips and said “let’s go to that one eating spot with the music and stuff” she said as she bit into the cone again. “I think it was by the beach,” she said softly.

Nova moved with Aaron easily “I kinda like the beard” she chuckled “giving me papa Moore vibes” she chuckled lightly before she took a sip of her water once more. He sat down and brought her down with him and he looked at him offering him some water. “Want some?” she said to him before she looked at Tyler. “Um” she said thinking to herself as Mia spoke up with an idea.

Aaron laughed out at Nova’s words. “Papa Moore?” he asked her, “yeah it’s getting trimmed,” he said easily. “Just because I am a dad doesn’t mean I want to look like a dad,” he said smirking. At her offer of water, he nodded, “yeah,” he said as he took it from her, sipping a bit down. Looking at Tyler and Mia as they spoke, and Mia thought of something he pulled the bottle from his lips. “Yes, food,” he chuckled.

Tyler looked at Nova and Aaron, then at Mia as she suggested the eating place and he nodded, “okay, good, ‘cause I’m hungry,” he smirked.

Tyler sat at the table, gazing over the menu with a hum. There were a lot of options. Looking around, he asked, “what y’all getting?” Reaching over, he placed his hand around Mia’s thigh lovingly.

Mia looked at the menu cutting out of the seafood considering she thought about what she wanted from the remaining items that were available. She licked her lips and said “I don’t know yet, maybe ribs” she breathed “or chicken” she said to her husband.

Nova looked at the menu, she couldn’t decide what she wanted. She was probably going to have a salad and make a bunch of changes to it. “I don’t know yet” she told Tyler as she sat in the nice breezy air, it was beautiful out and very worth eating outside to enjoy it.

Aaron gazed over the menu, looking at the variety and he shrugged a bit. “I’m torn between the Loco Moco and the Huli Style Roasted Chicken,” he admitted. “I think I’m going to go with the Loco Moco though,” he said as he lifted his head slowly, looking at Tyler before he glanced over to the beautiful beach.

Tyler listened to everyone as she spoke and he nodded slowly, looking back down at his menu. “Hmm,” he said biting his lip. “I might do the Sauteed Salmon,” he said, “or the Spaghetti Bolognaise,” he shrugged some as he picked up his glass of water, taking a sip. He sat his menu down before returning his hand to Mia’s thigh under the table, rubbing her there lovingly.

Mia looked to Aaron and Tyler as they spoke, she nodded her head at them before she looked back down. She felt Tyler’s hand and she smirked to herself gently before she decided on what she was going to get and sat the menu down. “Are we doing any starters?” she asked them.

Nova looked at Aaron before she looked down at the menu in front of her, she tucked her leg beneath her in the chair fixing her dress around her as before she placed her hand on her stomach. “I say the guava chicken wings if we do,” she told Mia.

Aaron shifted in his chair slightly, looking over at Tyler as he spoke and he nodded, “sounds good,” he said before looking at Mia, then Nova. “I’m always down for some wigs,” he smirked, “we could get the Acai Papaya Boat too,” he suggested.

Tyler sat his menu down now, looking over at Mia as his hand continued to rub her thigh. “Get whatever you guys want,” Tyler offered as Mia mentioned starters. He looked back at the menu, eyeing the options Nova and Aaron laid out and he said, “sounds good to me,” he said with a small smirk before he leaned over, pressing a kiss to Mia’s jawline.

Mia smirked widely at the group and she nodded her head, as long as she got wings for a starter, she didn’t care what else was added to the order. “Wings, yes,” she said with a smirk on her face and Tyler leaned over to kiss her. Mia leaned in a little closer to him resting her head on his arm before she leaned up fixing her dress again. Noting to herself that the dress was cut far too low for all the boobage she was sporting.

Nova looked at Aaron wiggling her brows, wings they would have apparently so that she was happy and excited about. She rubbed her stomach gently before she grabbed Aaron’s hand and pressed it into her side as their son moved.

Aaron nodded his head at everyone, and he looked over at Nova as she grabbed his hand. He pressed it into the side of her belly, smiling softly at the feel of their little bean moving. “He’s so active,” he mused with a smirk.

Tyler smiled at Mia and he chuckled as she leaned over, resting into him, Tyler pressed a kiss to her temple. Looking around, he let out a content sigh.

The waitress walked over to the table with a small smile. “Are you all ready to place your orders?” she asked curiously as she stood there, holding her notepad and pen ready to write.

Mia blinked slowly before she pushed long braids over her shoulder gently, she looked to the waitress and she nodded her head. “Yes” she said before she told her “as a starter we would love the guava wings and the acai boat” she told her. “And I think we all can order food as well” she said looking at everyone else. “I wanted the loco moco” she said softly “no kimchee though” she said politely.

Nova nodded at Aaron “I know it’s crazy, this kid doesn’t rest” she breathed as the child continued to move, seemingly doing flips in her stomach. She chuckled at him and shook her head before she looked at the waitress. “I want the harvest salad with added chicken breast” she told the girl next. “Can I have Caesar dressing, instead of the one that comes with it” she told her. “And just a side of French fries” she said sheepishly.

Aaron looked up as the waitress approached their table. He looked at Mia, then at Nova as they ordered and he said, “I’ll take the Loco Moco as well, hold the kimchee.” He looked over the menu a bit more before he added, “if possible, can we change that white rice to brown rice?”

Tyler looked Mia over lovingly before the waitress approached and he looked at the woman as everyone ordered. Licking his lips, he said, “may I have the Spaghetti Bolognaise with a side of grilled Salmon?”

The young Hawaiian woman nodded as she began to write the orders down one by one, making eye contact with everyone briefly as they spoke. “Brown rice,” she mumbled to herself as she scribbled it all down, nodding a bit more. When she was finished, she asked, “would you like something else?” as she began to tuck the pad away in her apron, moving to collect their menus.

Mia hummed to herself gently as everyone ordered their food and she licked her lips. “I’ll be back” she told them as she got up, she moved towards the inside of the building to find a restroom.

Nova looked at the woman as she scribbled everything down and she said to her “may I have lemons for my water, and I think that’s fine” she said to her nodding her head. She watched Mia leave to go use the restroom and she sat back still holding Aaron’s hand against her stomach even as their son settled down.

Aaron looked back at the waitress shaking his head. “No thank you,” he said for himself, glancing at Mia as she excused herself from the table. Looking back to Nova, he smirked, and he asked, “have you come up with any names?

Tyler shook his head at the woman before looking to Mia. “Okay babe,” he said easily as she got up from the table and he watched the sway of her thick hips. Looking over at Nova, Tyler asked. “How far along are you again?

The waitress nodded at the couples and she jotted down, the lemons for Nova before she said, “alright I’ll go put this in for you all and I’ll be right back with your lemons,” she said before she moved to walk away.

Nova looked at Aaron and shook her head gently “not yet, not any that have stuck out” she said quietly. “But I have been looking,” she told him sweetly. At Tyler’s question she smirked and said “26 weeks” she said with a smirk as she looked at Aaron. “You are going to blink, and he’ll be here, you’ll be a whole god dad” she chuckled looking at Aaron again.

Aaron nodded slowly at Nova, licking his lips as he gripped the bottom of her chair with his freehand, pulling her closer to him. “No rush,” he told her with a hum. Glancing at Tyler, he smirked his hand still rubbing Nova’s protruding belly. “Yeah, so be prepared to babysit before yours gets here so mom and dad can have a moment of peace,” he chuckled.

Tyler smirked, looking across at Nova and Aaron and he said, “I actually wouldn’t like that it’ll be good practice.” He chuckled a bit. “I’ll teach him about basketball and girls,” he said easily.

Returning to the table, the waitress placed down a small plate of lemon wedges, “here you go,” she said sweetly before she looked around the table. “Your appetizers will be out shortly,” she said before she scurried away.

Nova looked to Aaron and she nodded at his words, as he rubbed her stomach and she leaned into him a bit. “That would be good practice, for you and Mia” she said with a smirk. “We will have to set this up” she chuckled looking at Aaron. “Girls” she said offering him a knowing look “I hope the right things about girls, right?” she asked him slyly. “Thank you” she told the woman as she placed the lemon in the water.

Aaron laughed out at Tyler’s words and he said, “please don’t corrupt our son,” with a smirk. Looking at the waitress as she placed down the plate of lemons, he nodded at her. “Thanks,” he said easily before he looked at Tyler. “How are you feeling about being a dad?” he asked his friend. They honestly hadn’t talked about it.

Tyler looked at Nova and he nodded, “yeah it would be fun,” he said with a hum. “Though I feel like Mia won’t need the practice,” he shrugged, “seems like it just comes natural to mothers,” he said looking over at Nova. “I mean you know I gotta teach little man how to mack,” he said as he began rubbing his hand together like Birdman. At Aaron’s question, Tyler dropped his hands as he shrugged. “Uh, you know, I’m excited,” he said, licking his lips. “It’s going to be an adjustment but I’m eager,” he admitted, as he looked around, wondering what was taking Mia so long.

Mia moved out of the bathroom after having washed her hands and freshened up a bit. She moved back for their table and when she arrived at it, she sat back down in her chair. She fixed the front of her dress once more and she looked to her husband and friends wondering what they were talking about.

Nova looked at Tyler “that’s what they say” she replied back to him easily at his statement. “As Aaron said, please don’t corrupt him” easily as she dropped her hand from Aaron’s now. As he mentioned his feelings towards having a baby with Mia, she smirked gently to herself and she nodded her head at him. “You guys have what it takes,” she said with a soft chuckle before Mia returned and she took a sip from her water glass.

Aaron looked across at Tyler, nodding at his words and he said, “I feel the same way bro.” Looking down at Nova he said, “I’m nervous as fuck but like I’m just ready to hold my son in my arms man,” he admitted. As Mia finally came back to the table, Aaron reached for his glass of water, taking a sip.

Tyler looked across the table at his friends, nodding his head a bit. “I will try my best,” chuckled. As Mia sat back down, Tyler placed his hand back on her thigh easily. “Well thank you,” he said to Nova with a smirk. Looking at Aaron he said, “well you’re more than halfway there…”

Mia looked to Tyler and everyone else, listening to them as they spoke, and she rested her hand on Tyler’s sweetly.

Nova looked at Tyler and said “you are right” with a head nod, they were more than halfway there now. She smiled and looked at Aaron “I can’t wait either” she confessed “that is when the real fun begins” she chuckled.

Aaron looked at Mia and Tyler, then at Nova and he smiled. “Fun?” he questioned, smirking a bit. “I don’t know how fun dirty diapers and 3am feedings will be,” he said, licking his lips knowingly.

Tyler looked at Mia and he leaned into her slightly, nuzzling her neck as he whispered. “You alright?” he turned his palm up on her thigh, taking her hand into his and lacing their fingers. He looked over at Aaron and he smirked. “I mean… sounds like great fun to me.”

The young waitress returned to the table holding a large circular tray. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said quickly. “Here are your appetizers,” she said as she placed the large plate of wings on the table, then the bowl of fruit. “Your entrees are just about done,” she explained, “should be out shortly. Did you all need anything else?” she asked tucking a loose strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear before placing four plates on the table for them.

Mia smirked, closing her eyes as Tyler leaned into her “yes baby” she said, lacing their fingers along with him, she clutched his hand. “You don’t have to worry so much you know; I only went to the restroom” she smiled as she kissed his lips before the starters surfaced. She looked at the woman and nodded her head “thanks” she said to them. Mia grabbed a wing or two, placing it on her plate and tasting them with a hum, she licked her lips slowly before she took another bite, a small moan leaving her.

Nova chuckled at Aaron and Tyler, shaking her head and she looked to the wings happily. “Looks so good” she said softly as she grabbed a few putting them on her plate, she began to snack on them. “These are good,” she said softly to everyone as she cleaned the bone.

Aaron looked at the woman as she placed their appetizers down and he said, “thanks,” as he grabbed a plate and added a few wings to it. He dipped his head, saying a quick prayer before he began to eat one of the wings with a hum. “They are,” he said listening to Mia moan and groan and watching Nova suck her bone clean. He looked across at Tyler with a smirk, shaking his head at their women.

Tyler whispered back to Mia, squeezing her hand. “I know but you were gone for a cool minute,” he said with a small chuckle before he looked at the woman as she placed down the food. He nodded at her saying, “thank you,” as he grabbed a plate. He used his fork and moved a bit of fruit to his plate before he added some chicken. He looked across at Aaron and he snorted at the boy's face, shaking his head as he bit into one of his wings.

Mia licked her lips as she picked up another wing, dropping the clean bone down she moaned against softly as she ate. She was hungry and the food was good, she couldn’t help it. She licked her lips clean of the sauce and she moved to another piece of chicken.

Nova quietly ate, she knocked down three pieces of chicken easy on the plate before she licked her lips and cleaned her hands. She picked up her water and drank it down before she grabbed another piece of chicken.

Aaron snorted at Tyler’s snort and he dropped his head as he cleaned his bone before picking up the next wing from his plate, eating it as he looked at Nova and Mia watching them devour the wings hungrily.

Tyler looked away from Aaron, trying to hold in anymore laughter. Nova and Mia loved food and they were pregnant. No judgement. Looking over at Mia, Tyler licked his lips as he ate his wings. “Good babe?” he asked her softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Mia looked over at Tyler, she dropped another bone saying “mm” to herself quietly as she moved to up another piece of chicken. She watched the men laugh and she raised her brow before she looked at Tyler. “Are y’all picking on us?” she asked in response.

Nova licked her lips again before she added three more wings on her plate and she looked at Aaron and Tyler, before she looked at Mia and back at the men. “Oh, is that what they are doing?” she asked her friends before she looked at Aaron.

Aaron looked at Mia, then at Nova at their words and he looked taken back. “What? Of course not,” he said looking over at Tyler with wide-eyes.

Tyler smiled as Mia said she was enjoying the wings before he choked on his food a bit at her question. “No,” he said quickly, reaching for his water. He took a quick sip, clearing his throat a bit. He looked at Aaron, then at Mia again. “Babe, you know I would never,” he said.

Mia narrowed her eyes at Tyler before she sat another bone down, she raised a brow at him moving to reach for her virgin pina colada. Mia took a sip of her drink for a while before she sat it back down against the table. “Mhm” she said as she looked over at Nova before she sat back in her chair. She had enjoyed her moment with the wings now she was finished.

Nova looked at Aaron and Tyler, she said “oh” before she moved back to her food. She looked at Mia and then picked up another chicken wing still eating the food without a care. Call her what you wanted she didn’t give a fuck; the food was good.

Aaron looked at Tyler and he lifted his eyebrows a bit before he dropped his head, looking at his plate as Mia stopped eating. He ate his wings quietly now, looking at Nova out the corner of his eyes as she continued eating.

Tyler watched Mia as she sat back in her chair and he sighed, “babe,” he said as he wiped his hands on his napkins. “It wasn’t even like that,” he told her as he turned to face her in his chair. “Eat your food,” he said gently.

Mia looked at him and she smirked nodding her head slowly and she licked her lips “I’m finished though” she said honestly as she picked her drink up and sipped it, passive aggressively.

Nova snorted at Mia before she moved to another piece of chicken “we should have ordered two platters” she said amused as she looked at Aaron. “Cat got ya tongue now” she said, nudging him a little.

Aaron looked over at Mia, then at Nova and he said, “nope,” as he ate another wing before he wiped his hands and reached to get some fruit. “Technically I wasn’t talking before,” he said easily.

Tyler nodded slowly at Mia’s words before he looked at Nova and he said, “I can have her put in another order,” easily. Licking his lips, he picked up the next piece of chicken off his plate, eating it without another word.

Mia looked to Nova shaking her head “you are gonna feel all that sodium later” she reminded her easily. Mia licked her lips as she shifted in her seat a bit.

Nova dropped her leg, losing feeling in it now and she shifted in her seat as she looked to Mia. “Do not start” she said too easily “I have gained nothing this entire pregnancy. I can pig out these last 2 weeks. Right A” she said looking at him. “Nah” she said, shaking her head at Tyler. “These are enough...”

Aaron picked up a piece of banana on his fork, eating it easily before he picked up a few berries, eating those too as he listened to Tyler, Mia, and Nova. “I mean…” Aaron shrugged. “If you feel that you want to,” he said, shrugging again.

Tyler nodded slowly at Nova, eating more of his food easily. “Alright,” he told her before he glanced at Mia, licking his lips. He reached for his glass, sipping down more water.

The waitress came back to the table, holding another circular tray and a stand. She carefully set up the stand before she sat the large tray down on it. “Okay so we have…” she trailed off looking at the plates, “a Loco Moco with no kimchee,” she said placing the plate before Mia. “Another Loco Moco with no kimchee and sub for brown rice,” she said as she moved around the table, placing the plate near Aaron. Moving back the tray, she picked up the salad with added chicken and placed it near Nova before she sat down the plate of fries as well, along with the two small dishes of Caesar dressing, “chicken salad and fries,” she hummed out before picking up the last plate and moving around to Tyler, placing her hand on his shoulder as she sat the plate down. “And last but not least spaghetti bolognaise with a side of grilled salmon,” she said as she stood there, hand still on Tyler’s shoulder. “May I get you guys anything else?”

Mia looked to Nova and raised her hand “fine” she said with a chuckle. She looked as the woman brought the food finally and she looked at it with a smile of appreciation. She smiled at her and said “thank you” as easily as her, everything was correct and in order. She looked over at Tyler’s food before she looked at the woman, looking at her hand and she pulled her eyes away before she looked at Nova and then down at her plate. “Yeah, it all looks perfect,” she said.

Tilting her head Nova, looked at Aaron before she looked away from him rolling her eyes a little. She will forever hate that about him truly. As the food came and was placed before them, she smiled at the woman thankfully before she said “looks good” she said softly “everything looks good” she breathed.

Aaron looked at Nova as she rolled her eyes at him and he said, “what?” quietly before the waitress returned, handing out their plates. “Thanks,” he said easily, looking his plate over with a nod of approval before he looked up, eyeing the waitress with a raised eyebrow at her hand on Tyler’s shoulder.

Tyler sat his glass down, looking at the waitress as she returned. He watched as she passed out plates before she sat his down and lingered at his side. He turned his head, looking at her slightly until she placed her hand on his shoulder and he squinted a bit. He reached over and picked her hand up by one of her fingers, moving it off of him easily before he said, “this is good, thank you…” Shaking his head at the woman’s antics.

Mia grabbed her fork, clearing her throat gently choosing not to say anything, the more things like this happened the more she told herself that it was simply something she had to deal with while being with him. She forked some rice into her mouth as she ate quietly to herself. It was kind of embarrassing for it to happen in front of their friends.

Nova looked at the woman, tilting her head at the girl did she want her ass to be beaten. She looked at Aaron at his words and she said nothing looking at Mia for a moment before she looked down. Awkward. She licked her lips and moved to dress up her salad.

Aaron looked at the woman as she continued to stand there, and he cleared his throat as he picked up his fork and knife separating his ribs a bit. With that done, he picked one up, biting into it hungrily.

Tyler looked over at Mia, then at Nova and Aaron before back at their waitress. “We’re good, you can go,” he told her easily as he eyed her up and down, a bit upset by her actions. Picking up his fork, he broke into the salmon before he dug the piece up bringing it to his mouth.

The young woman stood there, shocked by Tyler’s actions and when he told her to go, she frowned a bit before she quickly moved to collect the tray and the stand, rushing off.

Mia picked a rib up and she bit it hungrily, humming at the taste and she placed the bone back down gently as she forked some sides into her mouth. She looked back up looking over at Tyler for a moment before she picked her bone back up.

Nova looked at Tyler and the woman before she looked at Aaron. If the shoes were on the other foot, she would have knocked his ass out by now. Tyler never did anything else in private why shame the woman in private now? He should have barked at her with the same force he did with her during UNO for embarrassing Mia. But who was she was to judge; her boyfriend never gave a fuck most times?

Aaron was quiet as he ate his meal and he mumbled, “it’s good,” as he munched on his ribs. He was shocked that Tyler hadn’t said more to the woman at her actions, his friend was usually zero to one hundred. However, it wasn’t any of his business at the end of the day.

Tyler spun his fork around his spaghetti a bit before he ate some, slurping just slightly as he did. Tyler looked at Mia as she looked at him before he returned his eyes to his plate. She had begged him over and over again to calm down and to not get so riled up about things. So, he was heeding her words, finally, though deep down, he was pissed. That woman knew damn well there were two couples at the table, and she had no business trying to get his attention like that, especially not in front of Mia. His nostrils flared a bit as he reached for his glass, taking another sip of his water.

Mia cleaned the bone; the food was good, and she nodded her head at Aaron as he confirmed it for them both. “How is your food babe?” she asked him sweetly.

Nova looked to Aaron and said “good” back to him as he continued to eat his food and she forked a piece of chicken into her mouth with a smirk. It was a salad, but it was a good salad so though she didn’t pick anything heavy she was enjoying her meal.

Aaron smiled at Nova slightly as he nodded. “Your food good?” he asked her now, licking his lips before he forked some of his rice into his mouth. Looking over at Mia and Tyler, he just watched the two of them.

Tyler ate more of his spaghetti and bolognaise before he returned to his salmon, breaking off pieces at a time with his fork. “It’s good,” he said to Mia, looking over at her, his eyes saying it all, about how he felt about the waitress.

Mia moved her clean hand to rest against Tyler’s thigh, she picked her fork up and ate more food. “Good” she said in response to him gently as she forked more food into her mouth.

Nova nodded her head at Aaron “for a chicken salad, yes” she said smirking at him. She sat her fork down drinking some water down before she picked her fork backup and ate a little more.

Aaron nodded at Nova and he said, “good,” before he looked back to Tyler and Mia. He eyed them before he looked at Nova again. Eating more of his ribs, he sucked the bone a bit before he said, “I’m surprised the food is so good.”

Tyler gazed at Mia as she placed her hand on his thigh and he reached down, placing his hand on top of hers, giving it a squeeze before he sighed out. “Yeah it’s pretty good,” he said, licking his lips as he returned to his spaghetti. “Did anyone want dessert?” he asked.

Mia looked at Tyler and she nodded her head at him, he having repeated what everyone kept saying at the table. She licked her lips and she nodded her head before she smiled and said “I want the cheesecake” with a chuckle, cheesecake for a favorite of hers.

Nova looked at Tyler and Aaron, she raised a brow and said “okay, the food is good it ain’t that good” cutting the bullshit out. “We can definitely say something to her damn boss” she said seriously. “She can’t do inappropriate shit like that to people, man” she said.

Aaron nodded at Tyler then looked to Mia as she spoke. “I think I saw key lime pie on the menu,” he said thoughtfully before he looked at Nova. He licked his lips a bit before he said, “shit was definitely out of line.”

Tyler nodded at Mia’s dessert order before he looked at Nova, then at Aaron. “I’ma handle it,” he said easily as he forked more bolognaise into his mouth. “Key lime pie,” he said with a nod, “and cheesecake,” he looked at Mia, then nova, “dessert?” he asked her.

Mia looked at Tyler, she grabbed her glass and sipped through her straw at his words. She sat her cup back down and said nothing in response to him.

Nova looked at Aaron, Mia, and then Tyler before she said “I guess cheesecake too” sweetly as he asked her what she wanted again. She looked at Aaron again before she said “babe let me have a rib” with a smirk.

Aaron looked at Nova as she asked for cheesecake too before he smirked at her. He picked up one of the last two ribs and handed it to her with a smile.

Tyler nodded at Nova before he moved to stand up. “I’ll go put in the orders,” he said as he began to walk away from the table.

Mia looked at Tyler as he moved to stand up “I can go babe, and you f-finish your food. Because I am full” she lied to him easily as she licked her lips looking to Aaron.

Nova looked at Aaron with a smirk and she grabbed the rib biting into it, as Tyler got up and left the table. She moaned at the taste of the rib as before she licked her lips slowly and looked at Aaron.

Aaron looked at Nova, smiling as she bit into the rib before he looked at Tyler, watching his friend get up from the table. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. This could be very bad, he thought to himself as Mia stood up.

Tyler looked back at Mia. “Nah, babe it’s okay, I got it,” he said as he continued on.

Mia nodded her head at him, sitting back down and tucking her lips. She looked at Aaron and said “go stop him A, he may listen to you” she said quietly.

Nova looked at Tyler and then Mia before she looked at Aaron giving him a knowing look along with Mia’s words.

Aaron looked at Mia, then at Nova. “From what getting desserts?” he asked them confused. “Tyler not about to do nothing,” he said even as he moved to get up anyway. He walked in the direction his friend had.

Tyler moved into the restaurant, looking for the waitress and when he found her, he said, “excuse me,” to the people at the table she was talking to as he grabbed her by her arm and shoved her towards the back of the restaurant. He gripped her arm tightly as he forced her into a cleaning closet before he shut the door and he flicked on the light. He gazed down at the clearly scared young woman and he sneered at her. “That is my wife!” he screamed into her face. “I don’t know what the fuck, you called yourself doing, but don’t get fucked up,” he huffed, his chest rising and falling. “That’s rude as fuck to sit there and try and come into my in front of her and all of my friends and don’t play stupid and act like you didn’t fucking know we were together,” he sneered at her. “You saw us come in,” he huffed as he slammed her back into the wall hard. He let her go before he turned the light back off and he punched the wall beside her head before walking out the room casually, flexing his hand a bit.

Mia watched as Aaron got up to follow behind Tyler and she looked at him thankful for what he was about to do. She looked at Nova and said “he gets so angry; I can’t get through to him sometimes” she said sadly.

Nova looked at Aaron as he left, and he looked at Mia nodding her head “I get it” she said softly. “Tyler has always had a temper” she sighed, “Aaron will calm him down it’ll be fine” she said.

Aaron moved into the restaurant, rubbing the back of his neck a bit as he looked around for Tyler. He turned in a full circle in the middle of the restaurant before he saw Tyler and he walked over to him, looking down at his hand as he flexed it and Aaron sighed, “what did you do?” he asked, shaking his head.

Tyler looked up to see Aaron and he squinted slightly at his friend. “I handled it,” he said before he flexed his hand one more time. He clapped his hand against Aaron’s shoulder before he walked off, moving to the other side of the restaurant so he could place the order for the desserts.

Mia looked to Nova, before she looked back towards the restaurant nervously. Maybe her friend was right, they were on vacation he could have just been getting dessert.

Nova looked at Mia for a moment before she said “don’t worry” to her and she then continued to eat her food idly.

Aaron shook his head at his friend, and he looked in the direction Tyler came from, not seeing anything. Licking his lips, he turned and followed Tyler over to order the desserts. “Man, what happened to your hand?” he asked.

Tyler placed the order with another waiter before he turned to Aaron. “I took my anger out on a wall,” he said easily before he shoved his hand into his pocket and moved to head back outside. Getting to the table, Tyler sat down and said, “dessert should be out shortly.”

Mia looked to her husband as he surfaced and her heart raced, “everything is okay right?” she asked him, turning in the direction of his chair.

Nova licked her lips as she stole Aaron’s other rib, eating that too and when she was finished, she grabbed the Caesar dressing and she ate her fries dipping them in it as Tyler returned.

Aaron moved behind Tyler, following the man back outside and he sat down in his chair, looking to his plate before he looked at Nova. “The last rib tho?” he questioned her with a deep sigh.

Tyler looked at Mia and he picked the fork back up, flexing his hand a bit still. “Yeah, everything fine,” he said as he swirled some spaghetti around before placing it into his mouth with a slurp.

#thread #thread: friendly fun #thread: tyler amari #thread: aaron ezekiel #thread: nova kennedy

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detroit-become-hurt · 6 years ago

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Roommates and Friendship pt.2

Hiya! Here’s part 2! sorry it took a while, I’m a bit behind on requests!

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It had been nearly three weeks since Ralph had started living with you, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to do this much longer. It turns out living with Ralph was more challenging than you thought it’d be. For starters, he carved up the bathroom walls, inscribing RA9 on them with one of the kitchen knives. When trying to retrieve the knife from him, he nearly lodged it in your throat before quickly realizing what he was doing. Frantically he apologized, and if he still had his LED in, it would be spinning red. That was another thing that had happened. Ralph ended up digging the LED ring out of his head after seeing other androids without theirs. While his behavior was still very much on the fence, you viewed this as an improvement to him adapting to his new life.

After calling a repairman to come fix the bathroom wall, you took the liberty in hiding any shark objects in the apartment, before sitting Ralph down and asking him why he did what he did. However, Ralph wasn’t sure why he continued to do such things. Perhaps old habits die hard for androids to. He never voiced it, or showed it, but he had started becoming comfortable around you. To Ralph, you were really the only person he could trust not to harm him right now. And he was so frightened of ruining whatever there was between the two of you. Ralph was aware that his current behavior was unsettling, especially after he nearly knifed you. Not wanting to frighten you anymore, he tried his best to show how much he cared for you.

After coming home from work, you found a small succulent plant on the kitchen table with a card with your name on it. Opening the card it merely said thank you inside, no handwriting or signature. Just the printed letters that the cards are manufactured with. Picking the small succulent up you saw it was an aloe vera plant, one of Ralph's favourites. You can’t help but smile at the tiny plant, a warm feeling in your chest at the thought of Ralph giving you something. You decided it was best to not say anything right now, seeing as the android was nowhere in sight. The last thing you would want to do was cause unneeded embarrassment for the skittish android.

The next morning you see Ralph, quietly reading a gardening magazine you had received in the mail. He was circling different flowers with a red pen, leaving smiley faces next to them. Looking up his face flushes the lightest shade of blue as the two of you made eye contact. “Good Morning y/n.” He says quietly, before looking back down to the magazine. Grabbing a mug you make yourself some coffee to take with you to work. “Good morning Ralph. How are you today?” You ask. “Ralph is good. Ralph is very good. How is y/n?” He asks. You’ve tried to help Ralph stop talking in third person, but it seems that in order to fix that he would need to go see a professional. Someone who specializes on the software that dealt with communications. “I’m good….thank you for the plant.” you say glancing at him from the side of your eye as you sip your coffee. You see his face grow an impossibly large smile, and he slightly bounces in his seat. “y/n is very welcome! Ralph thought the plant reminded him of y/n!” the excitement is hard to miss in his voice.

Chuckling you pour the rest of your coffee into a thermos, grabbing you bag and keys. “That’s very sweet of you Ralph.” you say, “I’ll see you after work!” Saying goodbye you head out the door and begin making your way to work, unaware of the android watching you walk down the street. This time, when you came home from work, you found another small succulent with another card that said thank you once again. This time Ralph was sitting, watching t.v. He says hello, but refuses to look at you. He didn’t want you to see the dark hue of blue staining his cheeks. Greeting Ralph you go put the succulent in your room, before coming back out to make dinner. For several days this continued, you leaving and coming back home to find more succulents and plants from Ralph. After each encounter Ralph seemed to gain more confidence, much to the point of where he eagerly gave you the plant himself.

Upon taking the most recent plant from him, your fingers brushed over his causing him to almost drop the plant. “I’m sorry!” You rush out quickly. Up until now, you had been so careful not to touch Ralph without warning and permission, knowing how anxious touch made him feel. He viewed it as something bad, something unwanted. But feeling your soft fingers ghost over him made him realize that maybe, touch wasn’t so bad. At least...not from you. The short encounter made him crave the warmth from your hand again. “Ralph...Ralph did not mind.” he says quietly. And surprising both of you, he gently takes your hand in his again, “Ralph does not mind someone touching him, if that someone is y/n.” He says. Now it was your turn to blush heavily, breathing uneven as Ralph looked at you with such an intense gaze. Slowly placing the plant on the table, you reach your other hand up to his face, hesitating right when you’re about to touch his cheek.

Ralph initiated the contact first, placing his cheek in your hand, eyes closing. He didn't know why he was doing this, why he trusted you so much, or why he wanted you to touch him. He just knew that something about you was safe. Just as quickly has it had happened Ralph pulled away, disappearing into his room. You didn’t see him after that for several days, and eventually you apologized if you made him uncomfortable, talking to him through his door. But once again, Ralph surprised you by swinging the door open. “Why does y/n like Ralph?” He asked you suddenly, not mentioning your apology or what had happened a few days ago. “What?” You asked, eyes blinking not understanding. “Why does y/n like Ralph….when he looks like this?” He asks, voice soft and sad. That’s when it all made sense to you, why he locked himself away for several days. You assumed Ralph was self conscious of his face, but never realized how much it affected him.

“You’re my friend Ralph.” you say, catching his attention, “You’ve always been there for me, and been patient with me when I don’t know how to help you, or what to do. You’re always so sweet, trying to make me happy, make me smile. And I love you for that. You make me so happy.” taking his hands in yours you pull Ralph to you, gently wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Ralph was stunned. You like him? Love him? These were things Ralph had never heard before, stirring up emotions he’s never felt. All he’s known was sadness, anger, and pain. But after meeting you….he felt...happy. Wrapping his arms around you, Ralph returns the hug, perhaps a bit to tight but you didn’t mind at the moment. He didn’t know it, but you were already planning on how to help Ralph out even more.

It took several days of calling different android repair places to even find someone who would be able to repair the damage on Ralph's face. Every place was so busy, having thousands of other androids to be fixed and repaired so that they could walk around with confidence. But somehow you managed to find a place nearby that was certain they could help Ralph. Now the hard part, was convincing Ralph to go out with you. After lots of begging, Ralph agreed to go out, only if you would hold his hand. Agreeing to his terms you quickly fled the apartment, hopping on a bus to take you two to the repair shop. Confusion flitters across his face as you both enter inside, unease filling him. “Ralph....I brought you here cause um...well I found someone who I think can fix the scar on your face.” You say, watching his reaction. You didn’t know how he’d react, seeing as you’ve never discussed with him the possibility of getting his face fixed.

Ralph stares at you, processing your words. “Someone….can fix Ralph?” he asks, still not quite able to understand. “Mhm. Only if you want though, I know how sensitive this is to you. I just thought….I just wanted to help you-” You’re cut off by Ralph once again hugging you a little to tightly, making it slightly difficult to breathe. “Ralph thanks y/n very much. It makes Ralph happy, to have someone like y/n, as his friend.” He says not letting go. Hugging him back just as tightly you smile. Sure, you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into when you first met Ralph. But in the end, it was all worth it because not only did you gain a new roommate, but a new friend as well.

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