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Chapter 2: Brothers

Chapter 2

Brothers

It truly was a blessed day from Jehovah himself.

I was out with Alan in Foxtrot Circle, a large neighborhood full of expensive, well-manicured brickwall homes, each one at least two stories tall, most of them reaching a third.

We were with a group of older folk, us being the youngest of the bunch, so they understood why we gravitated towards one another when going to doors in pairs. Every now and then Brother Loveland would split us up and have us go with one of the sisters, especially in neighborhoods that looked rough, but once we reached Foxtrot we paired up once again and started our journey from house to house, planning to meet the other groups at the car once each door was knocked on.

Alan looked a bit melancholy as we started on our way, having just had a private discussion with his dad behind the car.

“My father told me he can’t take us to the arcade after service anymore.”

“Why not?”

“He says we’re too old to be going on the way we are, and if we aren’t exhausted after service then we should be going in service longer. Plus, it’s been wreaking havoc on his car.” The second part of his explanation was sound, I could grasp it. The first part felt right to challenge, however.

“We are exhausted after service, that’s why we go to the arcade!”

“Actually, I think he has a point. We’re both young and full of energy, we could be giving so much more to God.”

“But what about our mall time?”

“We’ll still be together all day.”

“But we’ll be in witness mode.”

“We should always be in witness mode, Kai. I never stop being a witness just because I’ve taken my tie off.”

“Well, if it’s gonna be like that, maybe I can get a job and save up for a car. Then we can go to the mall whenever we want.”

Alan smiled. “Maybe that’s a good idea. We could go in service together with it too!”

“Yeah.” I said unenthusiastically. “We could do all sorts of things, have all sorts of freedom. We could travel! We could see America!” I was getting pumped up with my own ideas though. Freedom, far away from here, far away from my family and this boring little state. I could go anywhere with my own car, do anything with my own money, and I could take Alan with me.

I just needed a job.

“Sounds like you have a plan.”

“Yeah, who’s hiring?”

He shrugged. “Sister Dercy works at a retirement home, she says they’re always looking for people.”

Retirement home. Far from glamorous, but yet, so was I.

“I’ll ask her if there’s any openings tomorrow night at the hall.” I changed the subject almost as quickly as I had brought it up. “Did you hear SPURRED’s next season is dropping in two weeks?”

“I still haven’t finished the first two. I think I’m on episode ten overall.”

“Wanna come over and watch it? I’m gonna start the whole series over so I’m ready for season three.”

“Can’t tonight, I have family study with my folks. But maybe tomorrow if you’re free.”

“Can I at least tell you something that happens in season 2? It’s standalone.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Season 2, episode 4, is a musical.”

“A musical?” Alan was perturbed. For a cartoon drama about fantasy themed cowboys and outlaws, a musical episode threw a lot of people off.

“It’s good though! I don’t know how they managed it but it doesn’t suck!”

“Why a musical though?”

“It takes a detour from the main story to talk about Scarlett West’s past with her dad.”

“Ohhh, I guess that makes sense, she loves music. I thought it would be Ulysess and Pete showboating like Sinatra!” He laughed at the image, two rough and tough outlaws belting out a song.

“It was apparently supposed to be the opener to the season, but they didn’t want people getting pissed about the show opening on a standalone episode instead of continuing from last season, so they moved it forward.”

“Is the music good?”

“Oh you’ll love it. It’s very broadway, they took a lot of artistic liberty with it. Opens on an old timey stage with Scarlett in children’s clothes, she starts singing about all the shit, er, stuff her dad put her through after her mom died, then it transitions and she starts singing about overcoming that part of her life with Ulysses' gang.”

"Huh, that sounds quite tempting actually. Maybe I'll come over just for that episode."

"My mom is making street corn and tacos if you wanna stay for dinner.”

Alan smiled, tinged with guilt. “I can’t skip family study tonight.”

I nudged his arm as we approached a door and joked aloud, “we could do family study together, like a newlywed couple!”

He bared his teeth with insecurity, looked at me and seethed while hiding a smile. “We’re right at a door, Kai!”

“Fine then, I’ll take this one while waiting on your answer to my proposal.” I walked right up to the door, a giddy feeling in my chest that gave me just enough bravery to knock on the door and impress Alan with an eager attitude.

We waited for a moment, sharing glances back and forth that made each other giggle. It was fun to joke, to pretend we were something we weren’t.

We didn’t know why, but if it wasn’t real then it wasn’t wrong, of course.

I knocked again, this time being greeted by a raspy “hold on, hold on” coming from the other side of the door.

My heart jumped in fear, a human was behind this one.

A tubby older man with stains coating his old gray wife beater and sparse dirt brown hair opened the door, confusion on his face as he sized us up and down.

“You from the gov’ment?” He asked.

“No sir,” shit, I didn’t prep a presentation, “my name is Hezekiah, this is my friend Alan, and we-”

“You queers? You wanna git married? Want me to sign some petition?”

“No, we’re Jehovah’s Witnesses.” Alan corrected, hand over his heart as he leaned in softly.

The man responded by slamming the door in our faces, mumbling something about “wastin’ mah goddamn time,” as he walked back into the recesses of his home.

Alan shrugged, holding back a giggle until we were far enough away from the door to laugh the entire exchange off out of earshot.

“Some brother or sister will be mighty glad to have that home come paradise.” He walked with confidence away from the house, his head turning to look a bit smugly at the scenery before him, a well manicured lawn with a great big tree next to the driveway.

“That’s a bit morbid, Alan.” I saw what he was getting at, but I wasn’t afraid to correct his overzealous thinking. “You realize he’d have to die for that to happen, right?”

“If your neighbor tries telling you your home is on fire, do you just slam the door in their face?”

“I mean, true, but nobody but us realizes how important the message is, you know? You can’t expect people to take it seriously before they get the chance to know it too.”

“Hmm,” his face turned softer, he looked to me with compassion and raised the tips of his lips, “you’re right, Kai. That’s why this is so important in the first place. That’s why God has humans doing it, to relate to the human condition.”

“Exactly, my brother.” It was such a forced way to say it, but it gave me an excuse to put my hand on his back enthusiastically. Touching him, it wasn’t rare, but always left my skin tingling and my face beaming.

That’s the power of the bond between brothers, I convinced myself.

We came to a beast of a home, nestled deep behind a black gate opened by an archway. Four stories high, a garden that could easily resemble a horticultural museum, sections of plants in variously sized circles set by stones adorning the front yard all the way into the back. Ivy was directed up around edges, giving the house a fairytale aesthetic.

“I’ll take this next one then.” Alan took the lead, his face looking confident and full of godly glory as he walked up the stone steps of the not-so humble abode. He knocked on the door, and we both noted the sign too late, “No Solicitors,” along with the sound of at least two, maybe even three, very large and angry dogs barking all the way to the front door.

He looked to me, his face of confidence turnt red as a woman’s voice called out to the dogs, “Bonnie! Clyde! Get the hell away from the door!”

We both gulped as the sound of locks unlatching rang out from behind the wooden barrier, the dogs still barking all the way.

Alan took a deep breath, he seemed to be whispering “God give me strength” over and over, chanting it for courage.

The woman finally nudged the screen door open, the sound of woofs and howls getting louder and less muffled as more of the home was revealed.

She looked tired, her clothes baggy and messy. I often forgot that not everybody woke up at the crack of dawn on random days of the week to go knock on other people’s doors.

“Goodmorning, how are you ma’am?” Alan began, his cheery, happy-go-lucky attitude in full swing.

“Could be doin' better.” She spoke with her words tainted in a country twang. She turned quickly to snap at the gray pit bull who was trying to claw past her through the metal screen door, “Bonnie, down!”

“If this is a bad time, could I just leave something with you?” He was already reaching for his bag, snatching a pink paper tract titled Can the Dead Live Again?

“Do you mind if I just put them outside really quick?” She was holding back the brown scruffy dog at this point, who I assumed was Clyde, being the only thing keeping him from taking Alan’s soul with his big white chompers.

Alan couldn’t get a word in either way before the door was closed, and slowly the barking diminished, until both canines were behind a sliding glass door in the back of the house.

I was looking through a window, probably shouldn’t have been peeking. Though the home’s yard was beautifully manicured, the inside looked rough. Takeout boxes strewn about the kitchen, a large bag of dog food was open and half empty on the floor. Several boxes cluttered the remaining parts of what I could see through the single pane of glass, but I had a feeling it was only worse throughout.

I could see the woman approaching once more, opening the door a little bit wider this time, as though she wasn’t ashamed of the state of her home.

Alan snapped back into witness mode. “You’re right, much more peaceful now.” He smiled wide, radiating warmth and comfort from his friendly face as he directed her attention to the tablet in his hand.

“My name is Alan, and this is my friend Hezekiah. We’re out here today sharing scriptures and working to help build faith among our neighbors. Could I share a scripture with you?”

“I think I got a letter from one of you’s, you Jehovah Witnesses?”

“Yes, ma’am. You got a letter from us?”

“I think I got it right here actually.” She turned her attention to a small chest of drawers near the window inside, mail scattered all around and on top of it. She opened a couple drawers until finally she took out a bright yellow envelope.

My father’s witnessing envelopes.

She gave out a sniffle, excused herself and handed it over.

Alan took a look at it. “Oh, yes, sometimes we send letters to those who have recently lost loved ones or those we can’t reach otherwise. Have… Have you lost someone?”

She nodded, her eyes growing wet. “My husband. He passed not long ago.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Ma’am.” Alan’s compassion was heartfelt. I could tell he wanted to reach out and give her a hug, but something in us both said it would be best not to be so forward with a stranger.

“I’m left with his dang dogs in his dang house.” She held herself, arms crossed, eyes closed, waiting for the nightmare to be over.

“Could, could I share a scripture from the bible with you?” Alan resorted to the only other form of comfort he knew, witnessing.

The woman seemed alright with it though, nodded in response.

He performed a couple well-intentioned taps on his tablet before bringing it up, the legendary Revelations 21:4.

“Here, God is making a promise to mankind, to you and me as individuals along with everyone else on this earth. Here God tells us, he will wipe out every tear from our eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore.”

I was reading along, and caught his clever word change. Subtle, but effective, I thought.

The woman gulped down a tear. “I’m not a very religious woman, sir.”

“Well that’s alright. We are no part of Christendom, we are an independent organization of bible students.”

“You’re a very kind man, Alan, was it?”

“Yes, and my friend here is Hezekiah.”

“Kai, for short.” I butted in, just to say I said something.

“Well, you boys be safe out there. Thank you, Alan. I appreciate you boys tryna help just, this ain’t what I need right now.”

“You have a lovely day, ma’am. As… As lovely as it can be. I do hope you find genuine peace in this time of immense distress.”

“I’ve been looking for that. Peace.”

She shut the door, and we were left there, Alan still holding the pink tract between his fingers as he put his tablet back in his bag.

He brought the tract to his own attention as he began to turn around, contemplating what he should do with it.

I was already facing the other direction, looking back as I was walking away.

“You coming?”

He shook his head quickly, as if shooing away cowardice. He turned back towards the house, and slid the tract carefully through the metal panel of the screen, leaving it bent against the door, holding it in place and ensuring it would fall to the woman’s attention once she opened her home up again.

He turned back around and placed his hands in his coat pockets, looking satisfied with himself.

“I had an unshakable feeling that tract needed to be with her.” He joined me, his long legs not taking him long to catch up as we walked back towards the sidewalk.

“That one specifically?”

“Yeah. I mean, the subject matter of it. Not specifically that tract that I left.”

“I mean, if she got a letter from a witness after her husband died, she probably already has that tract.” I smiled, he held back a laugh with a tight grin.

“Well, now she's got two I guess. Maybe it's not what she needs right now but maybe sometime in the future.”

“You think so? Think she’s gonna come running up to you at a convention?”

“I can’t bet on it, but the thought is nice.”

He was such a cheesy one. We heard stories like that all the time, brothers and sisters running into people they had witnessed to years prior at assemblies and conventions.

I always found it hard to recognize people I had only met once, and I didn’t stand out as a young man to any degree. Ask an AI to generate you an image of an average Jehovah’s Witness teenage boy, and you’d see me.

How anyone could pick out my face in the crowd, without knowing me personally first, sounded impossible. I didn’t believe it could ever happen to me.

So it felt like even if I could make a secret impression on anyone in my ministry, I’d never know it. I thought more about how awful I was as a Jehovah’s Witness because I couldn’t make those impressions on people, I couldn’t be ballsy and challenge their beliefs, I couldn’t insist on leaving a tract when I was told they weren’t interested, I couldn’t look a grieving woman in the face and tell her she was going to see her husband again in paradise.

But Alan could.

And Alan did, every day almost, seeing no need to take a break as he was young, strong, and healthy. He was overzealous to a fault, but he also made my life easier.

If I couldn’t be the quick-witted zealot with a love for the ministry as passionate as the flames of Jah, then I’d be a loyal partner to the man who could be that way, hoping his spirituality would not only rub off on me, but that his love for all of this would ignite in myself just by being around him.

So, we were faithful service partners, spreading truth and righteousness to all who would listen (and all who refused.)

Book of Scarlet was episode 4 of SPURRED’s second season. Despite it receiving low ratings among critics and audiences alike, the music made for the episode became so beloved that it was eventually released on its own album.

There is a line in the last song, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

He’s her new dear, also a queer, laying it down for the man himself.

“Did she just say what I think she said?” I was catching it for the first time, somehow having missed it on my first watch, likely the result of a bathroom break.

“Something about Pete being queer.” I rewound it, and sure enough, up came Chloe, a shapeshifting harlot, belting her part of the song while a symphony of sound erupted behind her voice, he’s her new dear, also a queer, laying it down for the man himself.

“She said it! She said Pete is queer!”

“She was talking about Pete?”

“She’s talking about Scarlet and says her new dear.”

“You didn’t tell me Scarlet gets with Pete.” Alan looked genuinely confused. “I always figured he was gay.”

“Wait, you thought Pete was gay before?”

He nodded. “It’s pretty obvious, Kai.”

“I’ve never taken Pete to be gay.”

“He shares a room in the cabin with Ulysses.”

“They’re cowboys! They don’t have a lot of sleeping space!”

“And Ulysess has been telling Pete he needs to at least pretend to be normal if he wants to leave the gang and join his traditional family again.”

“I thought he meant normal, like, stop killing people and robbing kind of normal.”

“I can’t blame you for being oblivious. It’s pretty coded at times, but it’s intentional.”

“Coded?”

He sighed, as if he shouldn’t know that term. Then he shrugged as he explained, “content created by those who want to address LGBT topics, especially in the past prior to gay rights movements, sometimes contained coded references to homosexuality. It was so those who were not in the know wouldn’t object to the content, and those who were could see themselves represented.” He uncrossed his legs, suddenly becoming aware of his position. “Not that I’m in favor of that, it’s just, that’s how it is in the world.”

“That’s interesting. So it’s like Where’s Waldo but only gay people know how to play.” I chuckled and hit resume on the episode for the sake of respecting Alan’s time here. His dad gave him until 6PM to be home in time for family worship, and it was already 5:28.

Mom had started on the tacos while we finished the episode, the scent of spices and ground beef filling the living room and reminding me of just how empty my stomach was.

Alan looked like he was being tortured by the smell, his stomach giving out an audible gurgle. I had been with him since 7AM, and had only seen him eat a bag of trail mix and half a bagel.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay for tacos?”

“I truly wish I could, it smells amazing.” He sighed as he raised up to his legs. “But I really have to be going.”

Just then, Mom walked into the living room, a rolled up apron on her arm.

“Kai, don’t forget your father and I are going out tonight. Alan, are you staying for tacos?”

“I can’t, I have family study tonight.”

“Well, more for you and your sister then, Kai. I’m gonna go get ready, have a good family study Alan.” She waved goodbye to him as she walked down the hallway and towards her bedroom. I looked up at Alan, raised myself up off the couch and still couldn’t quite meet his gaze face on.

Regardless, I pulled him into a bear hug, felt warm at the chuckle of surprise he gave out before holding me back tightly.

“Why don’t we just move out together and be pioneer brothers?” I mumbled into his chest, muffled by his pink dress shirt.

He patted my back before we pulled away and straightened up. “I’m afraid we’d need money for that. And last I checked, neither of us make any money.”

“If only going in service would earn us a stipend.”

“Hey, we may be poor in physical wealth, but we’re saving up riches with Jah.”

“I don’t suppose we could ask Jah to rent us an apartment, could we?”

“Likely not. I’ll text you when I get home, alright Kai?” He was walking towards the door, making his way out of my circle and back into the world. I took every last glance I could at my friend, following him to the entrance of my home, hands in my back pockets, only coming to realize just then that I was still wearing my suit and tie.

“If you don’t, I’m gonna have to spam your phone with the duck again.”

He hmm’d to himself and let out an audible breath from his nose before smiling deviously. “I won’t let you get the chance!” he said before bolting out the door, running back towards his house and laughing while he looked back at me, giving a small wave while he pulled out his phone.

I rushed back inside, running for my own phone, knowing my duty was to send that duck pic before he could send a text through.

I had it on standby in its own folder especially for this game we played, this mini battle of speed we enacted at least a couple times a week.

But this time, he beat me.

;)

A winky face, just as I was hitting send on the duck.

Foiled again!

He rubbed it in.

I’m gonna learn how to modify my phone just so I’ll have a button that immediately sends you that duck.

He started typing once more.

See what you’d have to do to match a fraction of my power?

I sent the duck twelve more times simply out of spite.

Sister Dearcy was talking to a rotund and tall young man when I saw her at the Kingdom Hall the following night. A chubby guy, with thick arms and a neck so large I was surprised he could find a tie for it at all. He was wearing a black trilby to cover his crisp golden blonde hair, and his bright blue eyes caught sight of mine as I walked over with the intention of stealing Sister Dearcy away from him for a moment.

“Oh, Kai!” She saw me out of the corner of her eye and greeted me with the warmest smile. She hugged me tight, 3 firm squeezes in her frail little arms, before releasing me and laying a hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“Hezekiah, this is Brother Tuppin, he just moved here.” He grinned and looked at me with a sharp turn in his face, doing his absolute best to look cool, and absolutely failing.

I raised an eyebrow at his stance, hands on his hips, his body hardly swaying as he looked me straight in the eyes and moved his mouth with as much exaggeration as possible as he spoke, “Nathan, pleasant to meet you, Hezekiah. Fellow king of Judah?”

“Nice to meet you too.” I lied. I didn’t like him already.

“Oh, isn’t this wonderful, boys? Now you and Alan won’t be so lonely being the only brothers in your age group here!”

We aren’t lonely, I wanted to say, but I bit my lip and returned to what I originally came to Sister Dearcy for. “Sister, can I speak to you for a moment?”

“Of course!” She turned her attention back to Tuppin rather quickly, “Oh, Nathan, that boy over there, the tall one? That’s Kai’s best friend Alan, he’s a wonderful brother. You should go introduce yourself!”

Nathan bowed at her. “I think I shall then, sister!” He walked off towards Alan, and I felt a hot heat travel up my spine.

I had nothing to be concerned with, though. Alan would be able to see through that phony demeanor, I had no doubt about it.

I returned my attention to Sister Dearcy. “Sister, I’ve been looking for a job and I was wondering if there’s any openings where you work?”

“Oh!” She touched her heart before raising her eyes heavenwards, then returned to face me, putting a hand on my arm. “Let me tell you something, not two weeks ago, my boss asked me if I would assist in decorating for the holidays this year. I told him I’m sorry, Mr. Palmer, but I’m afraid my conscience would not allow me to participate. He told me Dearcy, it’s not that big of a deal. He said he lets me have far too much leeway in terms of my faith, and that even one of my Jewish coworkers was assisting in the decorating. I told him well Mr. Palmer, you can have this dang job!” She nodded her head fast, reenacting nearly the entire exchange.

I looked at her for a short moment of silence before responding. “You quit?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t have liked working there anyways, being around a bunch of old grumpy people all day?” She laughed through her nose, her lips tightly closed in a hum as she shook her head. “You can find a job, Hezekiah, you just need to pray!”

I felt a little let down, but it wasn’t Sister Dearcy’s fault. She was right, though, there were plenty of jobs available for me, I just needed some faith that God would lead me to the right one.

“Thank you, Sister Dearcy. I’m sorry you lost your job over that.”

“It’s just a matter of faith, dear!”

She said her goodbyes to me and moved on to continue socializing with the other congregants. Hands in my pockets, I turned to see Alan walking up to me, making his way through brothers and sisters equally who kept stopping him to tell him this or that. At some point his father had handed him an envelope full of cash that he was to drop in the donations box, himself feeling too weak once he had sat down to do it himself.

My sight of the Tuppin kid was lost, until I caught him all the way in a corner chatting up Loretta and her dutiful companion Patricia.

As much as it irked me, Lorrie had a good head on her shoulders for the most part. She was my big sister, surely she could smell Nathan’s bullshit from a mile away. She was probably just being nice.

“Kai, you get a job yet?” Alan grinned at me, expecting the conversation with Sister Dearcy to have gone swimmingly.

“Nope. Sister Dearcy quit her job because they wanted her to decorate for the holidays.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kai, I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright.” I waved my hand. “I’m thinking tomorrow I’ll have my mom drop me off at the mall so I can go apply to a bunch of places at once.”

“Be funny if you could work at the arcade.”

“Wouldn’t that be the dream?” It would be fun, I figured. Could probably get good enough at the games that I eventually beat Alan in a few of them too.

“Have you met the new guy?”

“I have.” I nodded, he was still over there talking to Loretta, Patty had wandered off elsewhere and left her alone with him. Lorrie was giving him her phone, exchanging numbers it looked like. “Don’t like him.”

Alan turned in the direction I was looking. “Well, sure, he’s a little off but he seems alright.”

“He’s under the age of 50 and he’s wearing a hat in the Kingdom Hall.”

Alan shrugged. “Maybe he has a bald spot?”

“I highly doubt it. Plus, he talks like he’s in an anime.” I corrected myself, people in anime can be cringey, but they’re still far cooler than Nathan thought he was. “Thinks he’s in an anime, at least.”

“I’m sure if you could wear a cowboy hat to the Kingdom Hall you would, Kai.”

“Cowboy hat would be way cooler than that eyesore on his head too.” I felt that heat again when I saw him reach out and hug Loretta for far, far too long.

It was my first time going to the mall for something other than unwinding with Alan. In fact, this was my first time going to the mall without Alan, this mall specifically at least.

Mom dropped me off and told me to call her when I was finished. She offered to come in and help me, but I wanted to do it alone. I wanted to feel, for the first time in my life, that I was a capable adult.

I had a folder full of resumes that stated nearly nothing except my volunteer work as a Jehovah’s Witness. Dad told me he once got a job based purely off the fact that he reasoned his experience in the ministry counted as sales. I found it hard to believe, but it was literally all I had.

I started with the booths that were scattered throughout the mall, first asked them how they started working there and if they’d pass my resume along to their higher ups. When I happened to turn around at one of the booth workers I just spoke to only to find her tossing the resume in the garbage, my heart sank, and I started going to the stores instead.

At the first shop, a loose tea store with overpriced canisters and beautifully decorated teapots, I was turned down by the manager herself because she already had all the staff she needed.

Rejected, I moved on to the cellphone shop next door, only to be told they only take online applications.

The jewelry shop seemed iffy to even talk to me, I guess I looked far too young to be trusted with criminally expensive bracelet charms.

And each stop in the food court returned similarly daunting results.

However, I still had a folder full of useless resumes, and I had only covered the first floor. I had a good ways to go, so I grabbed myself a pretzel with the $10 Mom gave me, and hopped on the elevator to the second floor.

There wasn’t much difference here. “Applications are online only.” “The manager isn’t in right now, but I can give him your resume.” “Sorry, we aren’t accepting applications right now.” “Are you sure you’re old enough to even be working?”

I felt defeated, my feet were tired, and there were hardly any stores left that I hadn’t been rejected from. I was taking a break and checking my phone on one of those massage chairs, spending the final $5 that was left after I got my pretzel, when I realized I hadn’t yet asked the arcade workers if they would kindly reject me and send me on my way yet.

I messaged Alan to let him know how my adventure in job finding was going, and he responded with that picture of the duck, making me chuckle a bit. A slice of joy on this otherwise dreary day.

Have you tried the arcade yet?

Not yet. Was thinking about stopping there next.

Do it!

He sent the duck two more times.

Albird demands it!

Albird needs to chill, I’ll do it when I’m done wallowing in my misery.

When you’re finished there, I’ll get a ride with your mom to come get you and we can watch SPURRED tonight.

My heart jumped with joy at the prospect.

The only thing that could make this day any better in that case would be if I get a job.

He sent the damn duck again.

Albird believes in you.

And so do I!

I sent a smiley face back, my back massage having come to its destined end. I got up, pink folder under my arm, and I waltzed into the arcade.

It was pretty empty this early in the day, the only populator being a lone worker in her purple polo, her name tag reading Trisha.

She was obnoxiously chewing a wad of gum, her hazy eyes glued to a phone that was laying on the glass display case she stood behind, her cheek resting on her hand while she scrolled along on her device.

I had seen her a handful of times before, but usually there was a short, skinny dude working the front. He probably came in later, and therefore they wouldn’t be needing me.

“Hey there!” I announced myself, and her bright green eyes shot up to mine.

“Hey, arcade is self-serve, you can get coins from the kiosk.” She was hoping to return to her phone when I walked a bit closer and made my case clearer.

“Oh, I’m not here to play. I was wondering if-”

“Job application?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Give it here.” She held out her hand, her eyes returning to the phone. I fumbled a bit before opening up the folder and grabbing two resumes by mistake, putting one down in front of her before trying, and failing, to peel the top one off.

She slapped her hand down and grabbed them both, taking a quick look before looking back up at me quizzically.

“For experience you just put sales?”

“I’ve never had a job before. But, I volunteer in field service as a Jehovah’s Witness, it’s like sales.”

She laughed, covering her mouth to keep from seeming rude. She straightened up and looked it over further, flipping to the other page only to find it was just another copy.

I shrugged. “Gotta have faith, right?”

“Alright. You want a job? How’s $8 an hour for cleaning boogers off arcade machines sound?”

“Sounds great, anything is better than nothing.”

“Alright then…” she trailed off, looked for my name on the resume and raised her eyebrows when she saw it, “Hezekiah Whitman, what a name.”

“They thought I was a girl before I was born, my name was going to be Orpah Anais Whitman.” I don’t know why I confessed that, but she seemed amused by it.

“You must’ve heard that one and grew a pecker before you popped out, huh?” She giggled to herself before handing the resume back over to me, “when can you start, Mr. Whitman?”

“You can call me Kai. And I can start as soon as tomorrow if you need me.”

“Good. My other guy stopped showing up for work three days ago, hasn’t responded to messages, probably OD’d in an alleyway so, job is yours.” She walked over to a cardboard box sitting on a black metal folding chair in the corner, started sifting through it before pulling out two purple polos with the logo for the arcade on the left hand side.

She put them on the display case in front of me before switching her attention to the register and checking a couple drawers underneath it, the third one containing a couple blank white name tags. She grabbed one and turned back to me.

“Write your name, doesn’t gotta be your real name, you could put Orpah on there for all I care. Tomorrow…” she cut herself off and turned around to look at a neon blue analog clock on the wall, “can you show up at like, 1PM? I’ll show you the ropes before it gets too busy, usually around 5 is when we get anything resembling a crowd.”

“Sure, that sounds perfect!” I was elated, felt like I was walking on clouds, I got a job!

And at the arcade too! I couldn’t wait to tell Alan.

“Alrighty kid, I’ll see ya then.”

I thanked her profusely, and we quickly swapped phone numbers before I gathered my things and went on my way.

My legs were shaking with excitement as I walked away, my face beaming while I looked for Alan’s name in my contacts and gave him a ring.

“Alan! Guess what!”

“You got the job at the arcade?”

“Yes!”

“I was praying you would!” I gave a little jump in my step at his proud tone. “Faith! That’s all it takes!”

“I’m thanking Jah so much right now!” I laughed, nearly dropping my new name tag off the shirts I was holding in my other arm. “I gotta call Mom though and have her pick me up.”

“No need! She’s right here!” He was at my house, for all I know he was praying with my mom that I’d get this job.

“Congratulations Kai! We’re on our way to get you now!”

“I’ll be meeting you guys at the front entrance then.” I said my goodbyes to Alan and my mom, a smile on my face a million miles wide.

I did it. I got a job!

Now what?

#ex believer #ex catholic #ex jw #ex christian #ex mormon #exjw

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shinahbee · 2 years ago

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Feb favorites 2023!

GREETINGS

Feb 12/2023

Hello,

Welcome to the February monthly favorites, I was actually on time this month and I have some good reads to share, which is surprising since last month I talked about this possibly going downwards in terms of being interesting.

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Okay then …

Happy reading!

Alice in borderland 2:

If you have read my Alice in borderland review before this will just be a continuation of that. The second season was okay, I didn’t feel like there was anything outstanding in terms of the “life and death” aspect of the game. I think the only part that stood out to me was the jail cell game where people had to find the mastermind through lies.

But Netflix can we please stop with the unnecessary sex scenes…it really does not add to the story it just takes you out of it and really does not need to be there.lol. This is literally the prime example of what I talked about in my last monthly favorites.

Anyways, other than that the ending didn’t really make sense to me as to how these people got there in the first place. But judging from how it ended it looks like there may be a continuation? Who knows.lol.

The last of us:

Okay I know there is a show right now airing on HBO and my friend and I are watching it together but before that, I have watch the entirety of someone’s game play so I know the story well, and it’s a really good game, I can’t play it myself cause I’m not good a shooting games lol, but I will watch other people play it instead, and live vicariously through their experience. I have only seen the first two episodes so far and even though it feels like if you know the game you know who these characters are, it wasn’t really indicated who was who and their importance, but I guess that it what TV shows do, my friend watches the walking dead and she enjoys theses shows so it wasn’t that had for her to follow, which is good.

Recap:

I’m just going to put up the ongoing list only. I also eliminated some titles because they are now completed or I dropped them for now

Ongoing

Liveta (hiatus)

Pearl boy

The third ending

One night mate (hiatus)

Night fragments (hiatus)

The pizza delivery man and the gold palace (hiatus)

The foul (hiatus)

Killer crush

The insatiable man

I became a lousy side top

Updates on ongoing titles:

There is only one we need to talk about this month…

Pearl Boy:

Oh boy here comes the landmine, there was so much drama concerning the latest chapter (chapter 70) and honestly there should have been a trigger warning is to what you’re about to experience. This chapter I have not read yet and I don’t think I will read until the English translation is out, because it has a lot of uncomfortable things in it…ie. R*pe and assault and the classic UB’s. But how that chapter ended up like that ties in with the overall story, of jooha wanting to escape his past and inevitably having to be forced to go through it again, this time taking the last bit of happiness he felt in just one day…that’s how it gets you, the author had stated many times that her story goes from two extremes and you won’t know when that will happen. Which is why when I update you on this story I always say that it is anxiety inducing every Saturday. This chapter from what I’ve seen in the spoilers, was the worst these characters have had it.

Dooshik trying to find where jooha is located and probably having to witness the assault and have a mental shut down is what I’m guessing will happen. And jooha having slowly recovered a little will again fall into despair and want to end his life…I really hate this, but things like this do happen to people and all because of one as*hole who has nothing better to do but harass boys….WTF is wrong with these people? people on twitter were also complaining about the story and how it just became traumatizing and disgusting, which is funny to me because if you have read the story from the beginning it was like that from the start, clearly these people have selective memory or read the story in the middle or something because what they are saying makes no sense.

I knew from when the author drew fan art of the series I dropped called “married man/missing love” that she had read all the torture P*rn stuff and possibly decided to use that. So I kind of already suspected this scene, and honestly I think it’s used as a shock factor and nothing more. It wasn’t shocking to me but it is getting repetitive to see this scene in a lot of works. I do agree with the fact that some people stated that it’s not original and recycled from other authors, but in the context of the story it made sense, so it wasn’t out of the blue. Still seeing characters you love suffer like this honestly made me cry especially in chapter 71 which is the one from last Saturday, the looks of despair and embarrassment and guilt was really portrayed well, and dooshik just went from being conscious to “I’m going to slaughter them all….” As much as I do want that, it’s going to break his mentation, he wasn’t able to protect the ones he love in his past from abuse and this time he thought he would be able to, I know for sure he’s going to blame himself for everything.

And after seeing the earlier premonition of dooshik on a stretcher, there was a gunshot at the end of the chapter. I really hope that douche didn’t make jooha shoot dooshik cause that will definitely be the end for the both of them. I still really want for jooha to have his moment and this could be the time for him to stand up on his own and fight back. Jooha had been feeling guilty of being happy and having nothing to give back to dooshik for all the love he has received from him. He even prayed for his mother to give him the strength he needs to do one good thing for him. I hope this isn’t going to go the way I think it will let’s just say that.

In summary I knew that a*hole was bad news when he was first introduced but y’all simp for people like that and I’m worried for all of you. Lesson 1 don’t approach people with money you know they’d be doing shady sh*t with all of that.

Welcome to some spicy reads (21+)

Okay I’ll do my best to remember as much as I can about these stories, I have read them a while back so I don’t remember much.

Secondo Piatto

““The sympathizing romance between two men letting go of their unrequited love?!

Tae Hyun-wook is the young team leader in charge of the Violent Crimes Unit who graduated from the National Police University. He believed that someday he’d marry Heesun, his female friend for whom he bears a long-time one-sided love.

“Hyun-wook, I’m getting married.”

At the announcement of Heesun’s marriage, Hyunwook pretends hard to look calm and congratulate her. Besides, to help her prepare for the wedding, he even stupidly meets her in a restaurant called ‘Secondo Piatto’ in an attempt to put on a prideful act… Seo Wonyoung is the owner and chef there. He’s an old friend of Minseok, Heesun’s soon-to-be husband.

But the detective’s intuition tells him that there’s something odd in the way Wonyoung looks at Minseok…? At first he pretends it’s just a passing coincidence, but he proves himself right on the wedding day, when he sees Wonyoung, on his knees, crying out for Minseok in the empty restaurant…!”

This is a really good story, let me just say that now instead of leaving it to the end. The struggle to leave something behind and starting something new is a really hard thing to portray especially in fiction because you can technically just make these characters get over something quickly if you write it in, but it won’t resonate with people if it seems like the process was rushed. This story is slow portrayal of two people getting over their unrequited love of a married couple.

At first I was like..okay how many of these have I read now? Wonyoung and Hyunwook had been in love with their best friends for the longest time and when both their best friends met and decided to marry, they were in shock since they thought that they would be the potential partners for them. They all met and the groom (minseok) and the bride (heesun) decided to have their wedding venue at the restaurant that wonyoung managed since he was a really renown chef who studied in France and moved back to korea and take over his family’s restaurant “Second Piatto” Wonyoung already had accepted the fact that his best friend would not return the feelings of a gay man and decided to bottle those feelings up and hopefully it will pass. When he met hyunwook and the bride heesun he could tell that they were close, it was later at the wedding day when hyunwook revealed to wonyoung that he was in love with heesun but that didn’t matter since it’s over now and they should put their feelings at rest. Hyunwook mainly didn’t want wonyoung to interfere with their relationship since hyesungk and minseok seems to be happy together. The result of that is the two of them getting wasted and getting in bed with each other. After their first night together they acknowledge that it was a mistake and they took it too far. But seeing wonyoung being in a mess with his feelings hyunwook couldn’t help but want to support him, at first it just meant satisfying his desires to be with minseok, but evolved into wanting to stay close with him until he is able to move on. Wonyoung didn’t really like the idea that hyunwook cared about him so much, but after a night of drinking with some old classmates he had realized that minseok can’t be there anymore whenever he called since he’s happily married now. So after minseok left the party to go home to his wife, hyunwook called and one of his classmates asked him if he can pick up wonyoung since he is pissed drunk and can’t move. Hyunwook hurried over to the place and piggy backed wonyoung home. They decided to be there for each other until they both are able to move on with another person. That night when they were having sex, wonyoung told hyunwook about his first relationship and how it ended up with the guy almost committing suicide because ending a relationship to that person would be devastating and that guilt had stayed with him throughout his life.

Just a PSA, this needs to be said but what that person does is not your fault don’t let a person threaten you with their life, I know some people who would do that an blame it on you. Just remember it’s not your fault and you are not responsible for their actions. Which is what hyunwook said to him and it needed to be said.

The part I like the most in this story so far was this scene where wonyoung opens up about that to hyunwook and just buried his face in the blanket, and hyunwook just holds him in his arms affectionately, I don’t know why but that was really romantic to me than all the sex scenes combined.lol. It’s the way that he held him, his body looks really strong and warm and I was in love with hyunwook at this point, he is one fine man ladies and gents…

So for a while they spent their time together, wonyoung giving hyunwook food when made too much, and hyunwook visiting wonyoung when he was sick and took care of him, they spent a lot of their time together even though they weren’t officially dating or anything, hyunwook was slowly putting wonyoung first before anything else which signifies that he really does care about him.

Soon afterwards when hyunwook and wonyoung met up with minseok for drinks, hyunwook slowly realizes that minseok likes to be affectionate towards wonyoung, and although one person just behaves that way in a brotherly aspect the other does not feel that way. This made hyunwook a little jealous and call minseok out for it, knowing that minseok would never be replaced inside wonyoung’s heart he decided to go on a blind date set up with one of minseok/wonyoung’s friends.

She was the girl that picked up the call at the drinking party with the classmates, I mentioned earlier and had told minseok that she’s like to go on date with hyunwook if he’s single and interested. Hyunwook knows that the thing he has with wonyoung will end as soon as they are able to move on so he took the first leap and went on the date with the friend.

It had been days since he had been in contact with wonyoung, ever since the drinking night with minseok they had decided that maybe it was time for them both to move on. Hyunwook and the girl was doing well on their date until they went to a nearby café and found wonyoung there with some other guy. Hyunwook didn’t like the way he was touching him, it seems forceful and disrespectful, so it had been on his mind the whole date. The girl noticed that he hyunwook didn’t seem like he was alright and hyunwook admitted that he was sorry and that he had someone else he was in love with and thus ended their date.

He went to go see wonyoung at his apartment and found wonyoung coming back soaking wet from the rain. Possibly running away from the other guy when he forced him to do things he did not like, hyunwook noticed the bruise on wonyoung’s lip and confronted him about going to see partners that were abusing him. They had a scuffle which then made hyunwook confessed that he liked wonyoung and that’s why he’s here, but wonyoung didn’t want to admit that he already caught feelings for hyunwook and was afraid to move on from his comfortable place of being in love minseok. But later he began to accept hyunwook’s affection and went on a date with him, still finding ways to reject him, they met up with heesun and minseok for dinner because it turns out that heesun is now pregnant and they wanted their best friends to know about it first. All the other two could do was congratulate them on the baby, they talked about how they were in the past and how different they are now after heesun and minseok got married. They asked hyunwook how the blind date went and hyunwook said they weren’t compatible and said he liked someone else.

After the 4 left, wonyoung took care of the drunk hyunwook and drove him back home to his apartment, in the car he answered all of the questions hyunwook asked by text in order to get to know him and ended up saying how a straight man can never really fall in love with someone whose gay and how he can’t give him a family and children which is what ultimately societal depictions try to push on us, so this part made me cry a little, these characters are in their 30s and so am I, so I understand thinking about your future aspect in life.

Hyunwook had sobered up at this point and addressed all of wonyoung’s concern saying that he’s not straight anymore and had not been for a while since he met him. All hyunwook wants to do is think of them dating now and not worry about the future when all there is now is the present, so finally wonyoung accepted hyunwook’s feelings as well as his own and try out this new relationship.

I’m going to stop there since the next part has a lot to unfold but, I’m really enjoying this manhwa so far, it’s different from the ones that just have repetitive stories and it’s really heartwarming. Please support the author by reading it on its published platforms.

Tread lightly on thawing ice:

If you are familiar with series like the Untamed (MDZS) or heavens official blessing and any of that danmei genre then this is one that falls into that category. I have to say after I finished anything MDZS related back in the day, I could not find anything that came close to being as good as that series, I have read the authors other works and did not like any of them. This series is from another author, I’m actually not sure if it is Chinese manhwa adapted into Korean but I have seen both titles in the respective languages so I’m not sure. I read this in Korean so I’m just going to assume that it is a Korean original story line.

This manhwa starts off with a battle between two clans and goes into a scene that I’m assuming is a time skip between the two characters. Then it cuts into a scene with a young man going off to see his master and on his way he saw a male slave being abused by one of the attendees to his master. He rushed over and saw the man looking pale/thin and bruised all over and wanted to confront the attendant for his abusive behavior. This is a time period where the slaves have no rights and social status is the hierarchy, and since the young man was the 3rd disciple of the grand master he had much more authority than the attendant. He helped the slave up and escorted him where he needed to be, it turns out the slave was a maid of his master (the grandmaster) and so he took him to where is master was. Upon arrival the master was so happy to see his disciple, but seeing the maid in tow made him a little anxious…hmmm. I wonder why? The disciple, Kangho thought it was weird that his master turned a blind eye to his personal maid being beaten, since he’s always known his master to be a kind and generous man, but he was intrigued by the maid who can barely stand on his feet and really wanted to help him. So he had asked his master if he can investigate the matter, the grandmaster was against the idea but kangho seems to like to do things his way. Kangho had followed the maid a couple times and assisted him and learned that his named was woo, so he addressed him as such in a friendly matter. The attendant saw that the maid was getting special treatment and decided to remove him from the estate and made him live in the woods without food and under poor living conditions. He was basically banished here to die on his own. But upon noticing this removal, kangho visited the maid and gave him survival equipment, medicine and food. Woo didn’t like the idea that kangho was there to support him, it turns out that woo was once a grandmaster in another estate that fell under attack and had been betrayed by his own people, he was almost murdered by his general and fell off a cliff with a young boy in his arms, that boy was …you guessed it…kangho.

Young kangho was apparently a lost relative of the other grandmaster and it was woo who found him and took care of him while he was at his estate. But the two clans had raged a war and kangho and woo ended up falling off a cliff and the other clan grandmaster found them and woo was near death.

Woo wanted to stay in the enemy clan and watch kangho grow up despite the grandmaster telling him off to go back many times, he even tried to disfigure himself in order to not be recognized. The grandmaster let him be and just treated him like a shadow that didn’t exist, which is why all the abuse happened and he did nothing for him. In the end woo ended up staying in the enemy clan for 10 years since that time and not once had he ran into kangho cause the grandmaster made sure they didn’t cross paths, until now.

Kangho was insistent on helping woo out in any way, but it seems that woo had did all he could to behave like a slave and take nothing from him. After that night when woo had been attacked by wolves, kangho had confronted his master about the abuse and told him that he wanted to take custody of woo in his household, and so the grandmaster transferred the rights to kangho and now woo was now in his custody as a maid. Kangho then showed woo to his room which was very extravagant and not fit for a slave, kangho apparently just used the slave custody as an excuse to rescue him, he meant to treat him like a guest and not his personal maid. But no matter how much kangho gave him, woo never took anything from him and that made kangho really upset.lol. He is so cute…

I’m going to go off tangent and say that kangho…man he’s so pretty, he is actual eye candy, a lot of characters in this series is like that too, woo is really pretty as well. It’s just a nod to the artist who made this manhwa so gorgeous. But kangho though…he is so fine. If anyone has ever watched the anime “Basilisk” this webtoon reminds me of that art style

Anyways, back to the actual story. Kangho was obsessed with getting woo’s attention and in some cases woo accepted kangho’s kindness because he knows from the past that was just how he is. There were reasons why woo avoided kangho and that was because when they fell off the cliff kangho was severely injured and woo had actually in his last breath moved them both into a secret location that belonged to the enemy clan, the grandmaster was there and woo told him that kangho was his blood related nephew. Woo had momentarily died at that point and the grandmaster was going to leave it at that since he wasn’t able to revive him. Kangho woke up and was looking for woo and upon seeing his dead body, he tried to take his own life multiple times. This made the grandmaster seal away his memories. The grandmaster was worried that if woo and kangho were to be together often those memories may resurface as well as the pain that he had to bear.

That didn’t stop kangho and woo from being close though, they both enjoyed each other’s company and wanted to know the other better, which really leads to them having a romantic attraction towards each other to a certain degree. But the grandmaster had met up with woo a couple times and had suggested to woo that if he wanted stay he will need to obey him and with that made him drink poison everyday so that woo’s body will be under the grandmasters disposal when the time comes, there was also a maid named Yeon jin, I don’t really know what role she plays as of yet but she had been threatened by the grandmaster and others to spy on woo and report on his activities, as well as give him the poisonous soup to drink each day. Yeon jin also had spent a lot of time with woo so she somewhat knows that he is not a slave, his mannerisms were not like a slave but as an important figure, so she had been secretly removing spoonful’s of soup each day so that woo would not get poisoned.

As time went by the two of them became a lot closer and kangho noticed a lot of things about woo, despite being a slave he was literate and smart, if it was not for his weak body and not having spiritual energy, he would have made woo one of his guards. As much as woo wanted to stay by his side he knew that would mean triggering his lost memories, pain and he didn’t want any of that, he asked the grandmaster to take him in because he wanted him to live happily. This made woo request to leave the estate as soon as possible, kangho had been looking for a place where he could send woo to if he wanted to leave, but he didn’t think he would do it soon. The 1st disciple who had always disliked kangho, had found out that this maid was not an ordinary person and upon further inspection, he noticed that he looked like the other clan’s grandmaster woohyo ( which is woo's actual name). While the clan had sent some guards to search for the grandmaster for 10 years, his suspicion was confirmed when he plotted a scheme to lure out woo and confronted him. He wanted woo to join him in his plans and promised to restore his honor and title. Woo didn’t want any of the sort and still played the role of a servant to the end despite being confronted. Later on woo decided he wanted to stay after all to help kangho overcome all of his enemies.

That’s where I’ll leave it for now since the manhwa is still ongoing at this point. I really like it, it’s not like the average master and disciple plotline so it was really interesting when I first read it. Of course the art is what made the tory so appealing in the first place so props to the artist for bringing this story to life. If you get the chance to read it please do, you can read this on ridibooks in Korean and in Chinese elsewhere, not sure about that one. I hope this will be available on other platforms soon because it is very underrated but deserves a lot of attention.

Trash segment (21+)

a.k.a the part of the series where I shit on your favorite manhwa/manga/webtoon etc. Joking but not really, you have been warned.

This is the new section where you’re going to find titles that I dropped and the reasons why I discontinued the series all together, fair warning if you triggered by people criticizing your favorite series then you may want to skip this section all together. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and not every series that is “popular” or well liked by others will be like by all...therefore if there is content that makes a person uncomfortable enough to stop the series, that is on them and please don’t judge them for their morals.

Trash List:

Love or Hate

Yours to claim

Wistful summer

Anti-p.t.

The sound of fire

Kiss damnation

Cherry blossoms after the winter

Chasing Mr. CEO

Who’s a sweet cheater?

Another sequence

Love is a fantasy

Missing love/married man

My reason to die

I’m just going to say this, the only reason I read this was because the main guy looked a lot like sunghyeon (secret relationships) and that was the only thing that drew me in. But I’m going to be honest, it was really underwhelming, I mean if you like shoujou manga and like watching k-dramas then sure this will be up your alley. The only difference is the girl is a professional athlete or something and she can fight, which is all good but she comes off as quite a selfish person and I don’t enjoy that type of personality, it makes her character seems really one dimensional, to make her more interesting they had to give her premonition powers .lol. I would kind of compare it to something like horimiya, where the girl discovers something about a certain student that she can’t help herself but be drawn to him and there was nothing that indicated that chemistry, so it was just weird to me how she just started to be interested in him out of nowhere…literally chapter 1, he’s done nothing but call her a pervert and she’s was like…I’m in…it happened so sudden and there was no reason for it.

Yeah so I’m probably going to drop this, I’m not really into reading generic shoujou webtoons or manga for that matter, years of reading the same thing will do that to you.lol. Though if I have to give this manhwa credit to one scene I thought was good

Was when the two characters meet again later in life and she came to borrow money from him, just to see him again and he told her to leave cause it’s dangerous and gave her money for a cab fare, but took said money and placed it in the back pocket of her jeans…lol. It was kinda hot, not going to lie. But other than that…nothing seems to stand out, the guy is also nothing special I just thought the way he looked like sunghyeon would be a good way to be interested in shoujou manga again…but nope.

ANIME? Haven’t watched a single anime in a while…lol.

Still lacking in the music department so let me know some of your favorite songs to listen to.

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Ending note:

Hey! You’ve reached the end, something a little different this time with all the shows huh? I’ll try to incorporate more of everything but as you can tell somethings have been left on the back burner for a while now.

I have a few more that I have read recently but waiting for the season finale to really talk about it here, so they will be included in the next update.

Like I said earlier I have a new shop update on Valentine ’s Day themed stickers and bookmarks so please check out my shop and support me! I will be forever grateful to you!

Check out my other social media and follow me for more updates, thank you for reading and see you next month.

sheena

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fandomsfunyeah · 3 years ago

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Obey Me! You got (Fan)Mail Levi x Mc

A certain otaku gets concerned when Mc gets letters from other students

"Agh I hate that thing so much...here's a suggestion how about a normal drop off box?!"

Mc groaned as they used a cleaning spell to purge the red gunk from their uniform and gathered up the letters with great annoyance. They were going to put a strongly worded note in there later.

But for now time to get back to the student counsel room where Levi was waiting to sort mail with them.

The door opened and Levi glanced up from his phone,Mc was back,he perked up as they sit beside him and dump the satchel.

Well he wants to get their sorting duty finished asap,then they can go home...and maybe Mc will come to his room and watch that new anime episode with him after dinner..

The huge pile of mail looked daunting...there had to be 200 envelopes at the very least....seems the students had been busy this week.

Mc looked at Levi and sighed. "Well I guess we'd better get started."

The two grabbed letters at random and started reading.

There was some requests and...quite a few complaints involving Mammon and one with Beel because he ate all the cafeterias Abyss Delight...whatever that was,but into the boxes they go.

Then several signed envelopes were uncovered.

"Oh! Fan mail,look Levi this is super easy to sort."

Mc was smiling at him...holding up letters.

Levi blinked,sometimes he couldn't keep up with their enthusiasm for normie activities.

He looks through the pile...two names are scrawled on them,15 for Lucifer and 20 for Asmo.

It wasn't uncommon for those two to receive mail from the RAD occupants...notes of admiration,love confessions,attempts to curry favor.

Levi sighs,he never gets any letters. Well who would want to send love letters to a yucky otaku like him anyway? Stupid normies.

"If only I had Lucifer's power and influence"

Levi sighed once more before turning his attention back to the pile.

He was still stewing in bitterness when one of the envelopes caught his eye. It was bright pink and had cute bloody heart stickers on it.

Another love letter for one of his brothers no doubt.

He picks it up and flips it to read the name...Mc.

"HUH?!"

That snapped Levi out of his brooding. He reads it again,yes that was Mc's name.

"Levi why are you gaping like a fish out of water?" Mc asked.

"Umm...This one has your name on it."

"Oh? That's different,here I'll read it later." They say,taking it from his hands.

The third born was still surprised...but he focuses again and resumes sorting.

He comes across a second with Mc's name...then a third,fourth and finally after sorting everything a total of 40 letters were found.

Levi was in shock...all these people sent Mc mail? It was like something out of a manga.

So was Mc apparently. "That's...a lot more than I thought there'd be."

They stuff all the letters in their satchel,somehow it all fits.

"Okay we're all done let's go home." Mc grabs Levi's hand and pulls him impatiently.

"Ow...Mc! Can you be less rough?" Levi said grimacing.

As the two walked back to the House of Lamentations,Levi hopes they don't notice how clammy his grip is.

Why does Mc have to be so forward,just taking his hand out of nowhere...kinda like that romantic anime he watched the other day.

They finally get home,to his relief and he was about to go to his room when Mc grabs his sleeve.

"Hey...Levi,want to come to my room and read through all these with me?"

The third borns eyes widen like saucers...he would have said no but the prospect of getting alone time with Mc was too tempting,even if it made him nervous.

"Ahh...Sure!" He squeaked a little.

Mc smiles and takes his hand again...Levi let's them lead him to their room...his stomach flip flops.

They get inside and sit on the plush bed,moving several pillows to make space for two people and a letter pile.

Levi settled on the bed and looked around. He should come in here more often. The tree gave the room a pleasant,faint earthy scent and while it wasn't as cool as his room the stone wall adjusted the temperature nicely...and nearly everything smells like Mc.

They always smell so good,he wanted to bury his face in their pillows and blankets and...if Mc wasn't here he might have...but what if they think he's a creep?

He didn't want Mc to think that...

"Levi? Hey?"

"Ack!?" He's jolted from his thoughts.

Mc is waving a envelope in his face. "First one,let's see what it says."

They rip it open while Levi watches..then skim over the words.

"Oh isn't this nice...Look Levi it's from that one guy in Magical History class..he said he thinks I'm awesome and smart."

"I think that about you too Mc" Levi mumbled.

"What's that?"

'N-Nothing." He spluttered.

Mc goes through the pile,there were a few more letters saying Mc was cool and how much they admired their magic skills.

But then they got to the love letters.

"Your butt is thicker than a Madame Screams pound cake." Mc reads on one letter.

Levi groans. Oh that was bad,even he knew that.

"Yeah,this person isn't the best with words." Mc said as they glance at him.

They read through more letters,all peppered with complements about Mc's appearance.

Levi tried to stay calm. Oh Mc your so cute,hot,beautiful,handsome ect. The words mocked him,but it was tolerable.

Until people were actually confessing their love and asking Mc to go out with them.

Levi was seething,his envy started flaring up.

These normies....have the audacity to try and win his Henry over?! It wasn't fair,why did they have to be more assertive,to say all the sweet little things he wants to tell them?!

He nearly summons Lotan out of anger and frustration.

"Levi,you okay?"

Mc's voice snapped him back to reality. He stares at them before getting off the bed.

"Mc...I..I need to go,I can't take this anymore."

He bolts from the room,to their surprise. Was the cringe too much,they wonder. Hmm they'll stop by to check on him in a bit.

Levi ran all the way to his room and shut the door...now out of breath he gasps for a few moments,before crawling into his bed...wrapping the blanket around himself and hugging his legs.

He laid there a while,then the thought of Mc being with another person caused him to panic again...his poor otaku heart can't handle that.

Levi sits up...a couple tears prick his eyes...No he can't let that happen..

He walked over to his goldfish.

"Henry I don't know what to do...I can't let Mc fall for someone else...how do I make them mine? What can I do?"

Henry 2.0 fluttered his fins and a couple bubbles bloop from his mouth.

He sighs,sitting on the floor by the tank wondering.

A thought strikes him. Wait...maybe he could write his own letter to Mc,yes that's what he'll do.

Levi digs through his school things and is able to find a envelope and a sheet of paper.

Now what to write?

After about a half hour he folds the paper and seals it with a cute Ruri-chan sticker.

He takes a deep breath,he needs to give this to Mc. He can't risk putting this in the suggestion box at school.

Levi peeks out of his room to see if it's clear,then quickly makes his way to Mc's room.

They're still there...but the door is closed.

Levi tensed up,he feels anxiety bubble up in his stomach...now that he's in front of the room...can he do this after all?

He decides to slide it under the door,knock and run back to his room. Mc hears a noise and looks to see something stuck under their door.

"What's this?"

Mc picks up the envelope it has their name on it...Is that Levi's handwriting...and a sticker?

They open it.

Mc I couldn't stand hearing all those things anymore...I want to tell you all those same complements and how I like it when you come over and watch anime and listen to me talk about Ruri-chan and dress up in cosplay with me and....

The letter rambles on it seems Levi wrote down whatever ran through his mind at the time,they get to the end.

I mean that your my dearest Henry and I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you...Leviathan with hearts scribbled around it.

"Is that what all that was about?"

Mc smiles...Levi can be dramatic and cheesy but...he's also very sweet...when he can get past his shyness.

Well it would be rude not to reply wouldn't it? They grab a pen.

Levi was freaking out in his room,why did he write that? Why did he have to spill his heart to Mc like that,how are they even going to respond? They're probably going to be disgusted.

"Why do I do these things Henry...What if I messed up forever and Mc doesn't like me anymore?!" The goldfish just blooped again.

Mc could hear him yelling through the door...it was probably best to knock and stick it under like he did. They wait a another minute for him to calm down,then knock and leave as quickly as they came.

Levi jumps at the noise...he sees something poking out from under his door...Wha?

He picked it up,it was addressed to him,he opened it and started reading the note.

To my beloved Lord of Shadows,you have no need to worry because you already have my heart and I also like doing otaku things with you too...your dearest Henry,Mc.

It was short and sweet...and Levi feels his heart flutter...he starts dancing around the room and squeeing in excitement.

"I didn't mess up after all Henry!"

He smiled wide. Levi was going to text Mc now and ask them to watch anime with him later after all.

#obey me levi #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me fic #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi fluff

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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Seven Drinks

Bucky x f!reader

Summary: There's a reason Y/N has never had more than 3 drinks around the other avengers, and they're about to find out.

Warnings: depression, thoughts of suicide, panic attacks, angst (don't worry there's fluff too)

Word Count: 4322

a/n: This is inspired by that episode of Brooklyn 99 with 6 drink Amy (I adopted that concept!) and also Halsey's album Manic. :) I hope you like it. Anything in bold is a lyric from one of the songs on the album!

Please let me know if I messed up the trigger warning tags! I've never written anything like this before, so I just want to make sure I do it right.

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"We're having a party tonight." Tony's announcement was met with the usual groans of annoyance at having to schmooze with the typical socialites that attended Tony's party. "You know, you are so ungrateful sometimes. here I am trying to throw you a party, and you're complaining!"

"Tony, we all appreciate the effort you go to, but- at least speaking for me- I don't like people." Y/N's response was effortless, swiftly calming Tony and explaining the reactions.

"That is why-" Tony stuttered when he actually registered the words you said. "That doesn't sound like you at all. And besides, this is a party for just us. It'll be more like team building, but without any pre-planned activities. No "smarmy, rich people" to deal with." He directed his last sentence at Bucky, Steve, and Sam.

The team actually seemed excited at the prospect, albeit skeptical of Tony's motivations.

Unsurprisingly, Nat worked up the courage to question him on it first, "what's the catch?"

"No catch. Just friends, food, and lots of alcohol." His grin quickly shifted into a smirk as the entire room turned to look at you.

You groaned slightly, not wanting all the attention. "Look, there is a reason I cap myself at 3 drinks." Holding up one finger, you started to explain, "One drink Y/N is barely any different from my sober self."

Wanda quickly cut you off, "not true! You get louder." She smirked, happy to have added that tidbit of information.

"Fine." With a laugh, you admitted she was right. "I might get the tiniest bit louder." You held up a second finger to continue your explanation, but were once again cut off.

"It's not a bad thing. It's just your happy, bubbly, and slightly louder than normal personality shining through!" Nat added, seeing an opportunity to tease you for being so positive all the time.

"Thanks Nat. Anyway," emphasizing the rudeness of being interrupted twice, you continued, "two drink Y/N is more touchy feely than normal. Not in a creepy way though!"

"I love two drink Y/N. She gives the best hugs!" Thor eagerly added to the conversation, glad to have dropped by when he did.

"Thanks Thor." With a small smile in his direction, you held up a third finger. "Three drink Y/N is the perfect amount of just past tipsy to have fun without doing anything extremely embarrassing. It makes the most sense to stop there." You finished her little speech with your typical smile and a resolute nod of your head.

"Seriously, you need to relax. Just let loose this one time!" Sam tried to encourage you. With the eyes of nearly every avenger set on you, your resolve didn't last very long.

"Fine! Maybe I'll have a fourth drink." You were met with cheers as you rose from your spot on the couch, trying to prepare for the night that was to come.

As soon as you stepped off the elevator, you had a drink in your hand. Clearly your friends were going to make sure you got a fourth drink. even Steve seemed excited when he saw you, although his golden boy personality didn't disappear completely.

"You sure about this? I don't want you to feel pressured!" Bucky nodded, weirdly enthusiastically, before adding, "Yeah doll, don't drink more than you want to."

"You two are too sweet. Sam's right, but don't tell him I said that." You winked at the two super soldiers, emphasizing the joke. "I should let myself relax sometimes. I'm in a safe place, with friends who won't let anything happen to me. What could a few more drinks really do?" You couldn't help but smile at how true that was. You were surrounded by people who care about you.

"Oh, so now it's a few more drinks? What are we talking here, six drink Y/N? Seven?" Bucky teased.

"You'll have to wait and see, Ducky." You teased right back, knowing how flustered he got at the pet name. Steve laughed at his friend as you walked away, ready for your second drink.

Before long, you had your fourth drink in your hand. It was slightly odd how literally everyone was staring at you, but your were three drink Y/N at the time, so you were drunk enough not to care.

You downed the fourth drink, unprepared for the consequences.

"So, Y/N... how do you feel?" Clint braved the waters, everyone eagerly awaiting your reaction.

"That is so nice of you to ask! I feel great! I don't think I've ever been this happy." You jumped up and down, hugging Clint with a huge smile on your face.

"How did you get even happier?" Tony chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Do you not like it?" Like a switch had been flipped, you were nearly crying.

"What?! No!" Tony was so taken aback at the tears pooling in your eyes, he froze, unsure how to fix it. He looked around the room for help, but everyone else was just as shocked as him.

"I'll fix it!" You were at the bar, fixing another drink before anyone fully comprehended your mood swing.

You walked back up to the group, sipping from your fifth drink as if nothing happened. "What?" You questioned the odd looks, but before receiving an answer you squealed, again jumping up and down. "Let's dance!" You turned around, ready to move to the more open area before looking back over your shoulder, "Wanda! Nat! Pepper! Come on!"

The women shared a look, ultimately shrugging before joining you on the makeshift dance floor.

"Bucky, you've been staring at her for 20 straight minutes. When are you finally gonna talk to her?" Steve couldn't help but pester him about his feelings.

"I can't help it. I've never seen her dance so much. I mean, I know she's always happy, but this is a whole new level." He didn't take his eyes off of you, even when he was responding. "I can't tell her tonight, though. This is the most she's had to drink in years."

He watched as you moved back over to the bar, needing another drink after dancing so much.

"Here we go, six drink Y/N." Bucky gestured to the bar. Steve shook his head, but allowed the change of topic.

About five minutes after your sixth drink, you were somehow bounding around with even more energy. You were nearly running around the room, trying to talk to everyone at once.

"Ducky! Have I ever told you I took gymnastics lessons for 7 years when I was younger?" You were bouncing with pent up energy, excited to be sharing more information about yourself.

"No, you've actually never mentioned that." He smiled, enraptured by your childlike enthusiasm, so enraptured that he didn't notice the mischief in your eyes.

"Well, I did! Watch this." You handed a confused Bucky your now empty glass, turning and throwing your arms up. Bucky realized two late what was happening, and with both yours and his glasses in his hands, he couldn't physically stop you.

"Y/N, wait!" His shout had everyone turn and look as you flawlessly executed two cartwheels in a row.

Bucky would swear your smile got even bigger as you turned around to look at him again.

"Normally I can do more, but" you hiccuped, then lowered your voice to a really terrible whisper, "I'm a little drunk." You leaned into him, laughing as if you just told a joke.

Wanda walked up to you with a seventh drink, hoping seven drink Y/N had a little less energy, but happy to see you having so much fun. "Here ya go! One more of your favorites, just like you asked."

"Thank youuuuuu!" You shifted to hug Wanda, leaving Bucky to miss your added warmth.

You sipped your seventh drink slower than the rest, quickly running out of energy. Sliding the empty glass across the bar, you slipped out of the party unnoticed, making your way to the kitchen for some pickles- your favorite drunk food.

Your seventh drink hit you just after you opened the pickles. Gone was the happy, bubbly persona you showed the world. The mask slipped away, leaving you alone to contemplate your life choices.

You made your way to to the lounge just outside of the kitchen, choosing to lay on the floor behind the couch and stare out of the large floor to ceiling windows.

"Where's Y/N?" Bucky glanced around the room, an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"Huh? Oh, she said she wanted a snack." A very drunk Wanda turned to look at where the food was set up, scrunching her face in confusion when she couldn't find you. "Weird. Maybe she went to the bathroom?"

Bucky, having noticed your absence 8 minutes ago, didn't think you left for a bathroom break. "Maybe." Plus, you always took the girls to the bathroom with you. His eyes flitted about the room, taking one more glance before deciding to go look for you.

He decided to head for the kitchen since Wanda said you wanted a snack. He laughed at the open jar of pickles, knowing you at least passed through this room. He put the pickles away before popping his head into the lounge area.

"Y/N?" He called out, figuring this was the most likely location for you to end up.

You hummed in response, not moving from your spot on the floor. Bucky walked further into the room, slightly confused as to why he could hear you but not see you. That is, until he realized you were laying on the floor behind the couch.

"Why are you on the floor?" He smiled when he found you.

"I'm just looking at the sky." Your voice held a melancholy air as it floated through the room. Bucky's smile faltered, not used to hearing you sad. In the three years he's known you, he's only ever seen you sad because of a movie or tv show. Otherwise, you were quite literally always happy.

"Why-" he faltered, unsure how to check on you. "Is everything okay?" he nearly choked the words out, feeling slightly stressed at your sudden gloominess.

"Yeah." You took a deep breath, slowly letting it out in a deep sigh. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... I don't know." You sigh again, still looking at the sky.

Bucky chances another question, wanting to get you talking since you're acting so off. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel... so sorry." You words were so soft that Bucky could barely hear them.

"Sorry?" He tried to hide his confusion, matching your soft tone as he sat down a few feet away from you. "About what doll?"

"Just... because I feel so sad." Tears pooled in your eyes, but you didn't stop staring at the sky.

"What are you sad about?" It's taking everything in him for Bucky not to hold you right now. He doesn't want to make you even more upset, especially because he's never seen you like this.

"No one around me knows who I am..." He watched as a tear rolled down your cheek, shining in the light from the moon.

Bucky moves closer, just close enough for him to reach out and hold your hand. You squeeze it, instant relief flooding through him that he hasn't crossed any boundaries.

He goes to speak, but you cut him off. "I'm not breaking. I won't take it. And I won't ever feel this way again." Your voice is harder, as if your angry with yourself.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay to have feelings. You're allowed to feel like this. Don't push it away. Talk to me. Why don't you think anyone knows who you are? We're all here for you, Y/N." He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, trying to convey how serious he is.

You let out a dry laugh, wiping the the tears from your cheek. "My self preservation..." Bucky can tell there's more to, choosing to wait for you to continue. "All of my reservations..." You sigh again, sitting up, you scoot closer until you can lean your forehead against his shoulder. "I bottle it up. I'm my own biggest enemy." You let out another dry laugh, shaking your head without moving it from its resting place on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky wraps his arm around you and leans his cheek against your head. "Take your time. You can talk to me." He whispered, trying to keep you talking without getting mad at yourself again.

"Well, I'd like to tell you that my sky is not blue, it's violent rain." The sounds of your sniffles break his heart. "I just pretend everything's fine because that's what I had to do when I was younger." Rather then interrupting, Bucky continues to rub small circles on your hand and your back, encouraging you to continue when you're ready. "Can I tell you a story? I... I think it'll help explain some of it."

"Of course. Anything you need, doll." He curses himself for the pet name, not wanting you to think he's joking. He just can't help it when it comes to you.

"Thank you, ducky." You chuckle, but your words are just as sincere as his. "You know I have two sisters, and I love them with all my heart, but sometimes growing up with them was hard. My older sister, she put so much pressure on herself to succeed. And, she did. She was so good at everything she did, that I felt like I had to be just as perfect.

With my younger sister, it was like it was effortless. She put just as much, if not more pressure on herself. but, she could do anything she tried to, with almost no learning curve. I always felt this crazy amount of pressure to be just as good.

My parents, they didn't really help with that. I mean, they were so supportive and I'm so grateful to them, but it was a lot of pressure. The summer between my junior and senior year of college, I wanted to get an internship. Ya know, to get some experience. It would set me up better for getting a job after graduation.

I spent months looking and applying, but nothing was working out. So, I went home for the summer. My mom would come home everyday and ask me if I got a job yet.

I spent nearly every waking hour looking for a job, even just a part time one for the summer. So one day, when we sat down for dinner and she asked if I got a job yet..."

Bucky could feel how tense you were telling this story, but he knew you needed to get it out.

"I told her, 'no, not yet' and she just seemed so disappointed. She asked if I was even applying and I snapped.

I yelled at her, something that had never really happened before. I told her I was trying. I was doing everything I could. She yelled at me for yelling and said it wasn't unreasonable to ask for updates.

I yelled right back. I kept saying I spend all day everyday trying and just when I finally get a break, she walks in and brings it all up again. I was stressed enough without her constant reminders.

I ended up running away from the table, in tears. I hid in the bathroom, there... there was a pair of scissors on the counter and I really thought about killing myself that day."

The tears are pouring out of you at this point. Bucky threw caution to the wind. He picked you up, maneuvering you to sit across his lap and lean your head on his chest. He kept rubbing circles into your back, murmuring words of encouragement.

"My younger sister tried to check on me, but I wouldn't open the door. My mom stomped down the hallway to her bedroom. I was full on having a panic attack in the hallway bathroom. I think I stayed in there for an hour before I went back to the dinner table.

My dad was in the kitchen. He put my plate in the microwave to heat up dinner for me. I ate through near constant tears, it only got worse every time he tried to ask me what happened. Why I snapped like that.

I wanted to apologize to my mom for yelling, so after I ate I went to her room. I knocked, and when she told me to come in I opened the door. I just remember her looking so angry.

I apologized. I told her I was sorry for yelling. She said something about not being unreasonable again. I cried again. When she asked what was wrong, I told her I was scared.

I couldn't put it into words though, so when she asked me 'of what?' I just shrugged. Then, she asked me if I was on my period.

God. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at her again, To make her understand 'I only wanna die some days. But if I decide to break, who will fill the empty space?' I decided that day that I would never try to tell anyone how I actually felt."

Bucky holds you as you cry. You're not sure how long it's been when you can finally breathe enough to talk again.

"I just, so many people have bigger problems then me. I grew up in a loving household. I went to college and made friends. I got a job after I graduated. So why am I so sad sometimes? I just wanna scream but what’s the use? At night, I lay awake and I stare at the door, I just can’t take it no more."

Bucky continues comforting you when he speaks again. "Just because other people have problems, doesn't mean yours are irrelevant. You are 100% allowed to feel however you feel, even if it seems like there's no reason for it. Have you ever thought about talking to someone about all of this? I know you just said you haven't told anyone how you actually feel for years, but I think it could help." He smiled nervously when you raised your head to look at him.

"I have actually. I joked about it a lot with my roommate right out of college. I always used to say 'everybody needs therapy' as a joke. Of course, I meant it. Most people probably do need therapy." You laughed, moving your arms around Bucky's neck to hug him. "Thank you for listening to me. I like talking to you."

Of course, Bucky noticed your smile didn't reach your eyes. He was confident in his words when he spoke again. "You can always talk to me. I'll always be there to listen." He followed that with a less confident "What's been bothering you today?"

"Oh, nothing that serious. It's just all pent up inside, ya know?" You smiled again, hiding your face so he couldn't see your lies.

Of course, he could still hear it in your voice. "Y/N, you can tell me. I want to be here for you."

"I... It's just, my insecurities are hurting me." You laughed at yourself. "Here we go with the fucking riddles, again. On the plus side, I think I've cried so much I'm back to one drink Y/N."

"Well, it has been 3 hours since I left to come find you." You were grateful for Bucky's joke, needing something to lift the mood a bit. "But, don't try and change the subject. I still want to know what's got you all sad." His words were light, but you knew how serious he was.

You took a deep breath, burying your head in his neck. "How could somebody ever love me?" You spoke into his shirt, not moving your head back even an inch.

"You know I can't understand you when you talk into my neck like that." Bucky tried joking, but even he knew it would do little to calm your fears.

You moved back, lips still grazing his skin when you repeated yourself, "how could somebody ever love me?"

Bucky wanted to scream. He wanted to tell you how much he loves you. He would gladly spend every day of his life loving you, but he didn't think this was the right time. Not when you just poured your heart out to him. So he settled for the almost truth.

"Anyone would be lucky to love you. You are selfless. You put everyone else first, no matter what. You always make sure everyone has a reason to smile, even when things aren't going right. You tell the best jokes. You're great at cuddling." He squeezes you closer to him, emphasizing the point. "You are beautiful, inside and out. Everyone who comes into contact with you automatically has a better day. You are incredibly strong and independent. I've never met anyone so incredibly good. Even Steve. Anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

His words brought more tears to your eyes, pooling in the corners. "Then how come everyone that I’ve dated says they hate it cause they don’t know what to do with me? I feel broken."

"They were all idiots. You're not broken. Not even a little bit. You're learning how to express your feelings. You just need someone who would take it slow." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, struggling not to tell you everything.

"I wonder if you’d take it slow." Your eyes go wide when that slips out. You hadn't meant to make things uncomfortable. One look at Bucky's face has you freaking out. He looks stunned. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out! Oh god, you've been there for me all night and I go and fuck it up by admitting I'm in love with you."

Your eyes grow even larger. You would move out of his lap, but his arms are still holding you in place. "Shit! Maybe I'm still drunk because apparently I have no filter." You say the last part more to yourself, but he can still hear you.

"Y/N?" Your name comes out of his mouth in a soft whisper.

"Yes?" You cringe internally at messing everything up.

"I would take it slow." He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours while he waits for you to absorb his words.

"Yeah?" You whisper back, a smile ghosting your lips.

"Yeah." You both lean in, exchanging soft, slow kisses and sleepy smiles.

The two of you ended up falling asleep leaning against the back of the couch. The sun streaming through the windows, combined with the noise of the other avengers in the kitchen, wakes you up.

You nudge Bucky, grinning when he pulls you closer.

"C'mon. Let's get some breakfast." He groans again, but eventually stands up.

The two of you walk into the nearly full kitchen, surprising everyone by coming from the lounge rather than the elevators. They share amused expressions, unaware of the emotional hurdles you jumped last night.

You head right for Sam, hugging him tightly before moving on to hug everyone else.

"I just wanted to thank you all. For encouraging me to live a little last night, but also for being there for me." Tears spring to your eyes again, shocking everyone but Bucky. "You're all like a family to me and I'm so glad I have you all to lean on." You made your way back to Bucky, leaning into his side while he poured both of you some cereal.

You smile when you look at him, kissing his cheek before sliding into the stool next to his.

As if broken out of a day dream, Sam sputters out a question. "What the hell did seven drink Y/N do last night?" Thrown off both by your behaviour with Bucky and the short emotional speech.

"Oh, seven drink Y/N is an emotional little bitch. I think I cried eight years of suppressed tears." You laughed, grinning at Bucky when he squeezed your hand. "Also, I think I need a therapist." Your casual admission has Tony spitting out his breakfast.

"What the hell happened last night after you disappeared from the party?" He guffaws, trying to put the pieces together.

"Also, why aren't you even a little bit hungover?" Nat chimed in, upset at missing out on seeing you anything but cheery.

"Well, to answer Nat first, I don't get hungover. Never have, even the one time I blackout out." You shrugged at everyone's slightly jealous expressions. "To answer Tony, I had an emotional breakthrough. Bucky helped me talk through it, something I never thought I'd be able to do. Long story short, i'm going to learn how to share my feelings instead of suppressing them all."

"Suppressing them? What are you talking about? I've literally never felt anything but happiness from you before?" Wanda questioned the new development.

"Well, that's because I'm really good at hiding how I feel. I'd rather not go through it all again, so just watch the security footage from the lounge last night, yeah? I want you all to know, even if it took seven drink Y/N to share it." You quickly finished eating, pulling Bucky to the doorway.

"While you do that, we're going out. Bye!" Before they could question anything else, you ran to the elevator, dragging a very willing Bucky behind you.

"We're going out?" He questioned when the elevator doors shut.

"Yep. Get dressed, I want to see all your favorite places in New York. Even if they're different now. Take me to all your favorite spots." You both smiled, sharing another soft kiss before parting to change for the day.

"Hey," Bucky called, causing you to turn over your shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too."

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nitewrighter · 3 years ago

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for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

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"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV.

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.”

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against.

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping,

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling.

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this.

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers.

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning.

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib, but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...” Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him.

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

#dickkory #dc #teen titans #I loved hearing Kory speak Tamaranean in the show--it sounded almost klingon? In a good way #...ironically I'm talking about the live-action trainwreck and not the 03 show there #anyway cuddling: we should all do more of it #robstar

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bi-bard · 3 years ago

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Milkshakes - Team Free Will Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Milkshakes

Pairing: Team Free Will X Platonic!Fem!Reader (as put in the request)

Requested: @gabrielasilva1510

Word Count: 1,846 words

Warning(s): violence, death

Summary: [Early Season 11 (Before Episode 10)] Sam and Dean think that there's something that can be The Darkness. Castiel warns them but... who knows? Maybe God's ultimate weapon isn't as scary as it seems.

Author's Note: I used dodie for outfit inspiration because the outfit matched the vibe but change it if you want. I only used a female read because it's in the request and it helped with clarity because the whole imagine is in 3rd person (I do usually use they/them pronouns in my work). Finally, I thought the milkshake flavor sounded good, but you can change it in your mind if you want to.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third Person P.O.V--

Sam was leaning over a lore book in the library. It was too early for him to be so focused on the book but he felt like he needed to. The Darkness being released was his fault, he needed to find a solution.

Dean walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and was clearly still half-asleep. He sat across from his brother.

"What're you reading," Dean grumbled out in between sips of coffee.

"I found this book about the most powerful beings," Sam explained. "Most of them are just rumored to exist but I thought it'd give us a jumping-off point on where to find something to help us defeat Amara."

"Anything interesting," Dean asked.

"A Nephilim; kid of an angel and a human," Sam said. "There's no mention that they could kill someone as powerful as God. Then there's..."

Sam trailed off and went back through the book, hunting for a particular page he had read nearly an hour ago. He pointed to the page once he found it.

"This doesn't even have a name but it describes a creature created by God to be a weapon," Sam explained. "I was doing some snooping on some message boards when I first found out about it. There's a lot of religious nuts and self-proclaimed hunters who think this thing is gonna be the end of the world. They say it's a prophecy that can't be stopped."

"And you think hunting it down is a good idea," Dean asked.

"Listen, I don't think it's fair to think this thing wants to end the world," Sam replied. "I think it's the best choice we have right now."

"Alright, fine, where do we look," Dean asked.

The boys didn't have to look far before Castiel popped into the library. He asked where they had gotten on their path to defeat Amara. His eyes went wide when they explained what they wanted to do.

"Are you two insane," Castiel asked.

"Listen-"

"No, I know more about this than either of you," the angel stopped Dean's argument. "This creature could kill you both with a look and end the world with a flick of the wrist and you want to track it down?!"

"Isn't it worth trying," Sam asked.

"'Trying,'" Castiel was so unbelievable done with the idiotic decisions of the Winchesters at that point.

"If we don't try something, then Amara kills all of us anyways," Dean said. "We need something Cas. This could be the thing."

Castiel sighed, letting his head fall forward for a moment before looking back up at the boys.

"Fine," Castiel threw his hands up. "Do you know how to find this thing?"

"Looks like a spell," Sam turned the book so Castiel could look at the page. "We should have everything. It's strange no one's tried-"

"Succeeded," Castiel corrected. "People have probably tried if the spell is so simple."

"Okay, good, let's get the supplies and give it a shot," Dean clapped his hands and stood up.

In a matter of minutes, the boys and their angel were back around the table and ready to start the spell.

Castiel and Dean jumped when Sam grabbed a knife and nicked his hand.

"One of us needs to be bonded," Sam explained. "Like a human compass. It feels right that it's me."

He didn't wait for the other two to respond before he started reading the spell of the book. Castiel and Dean exchanged a look for a moment.

As he finished the spell, a purple flame shot up from the bowl for a second. Sam felt his arm tingling from the wound up. He shook it out, trying to understand what it was telling him.

States over, a young girl, a college student visiting home, is sitting in a booth at a small diner.

In between page turns, she sits up straight. Her eyes flash the same purple as the flame from the spell before she snaps out of the trance.

She looks around. Everything feels different. It's like the air had shifted around her. She furrowed her eyebrows... what the hell was that?

--time skip--

Dean pulled the impala up to the curb of the street. The three of them look at the nice house. White picket fence, two stories, a garden.

"Are you sure about this," Dean asked Sam. "This seems like a pretty normal house."

Sam nodded, "I can feel it. It's here."

"Alright, let's go," Dean replied.

The three of them got out of the car and made their way up the pathway. None of them knew what fight they were going to get once they opened that door. It could've been a deadly fight. They may not have even had a chance to fight.

Still, with one last silent check with the others, Dean lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

The last thing they expected was for a girl to open the door with a wide smile. She had a white dress on with an orange cardigan over the top.

"Hello," she said happily. "What can I help you with?"

"Sam," Dean looked at his brother. Sam just nodded. He could feel it in his gut. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," the girl replied. "And you are?"

"I'm Sam," the taller man answered. "This is Dean and Cas."

"Nice to meet you," she held a hand out.

Sam awkwardly accepted, shaking her hand. They both froze, eyes flashing purple before they both stepped back from each other.

"That was weird," (Y/n) mumbled, frowning at her hand. "What was that?"

The boys looked at each other but before they could speak, there was a crash from inside the house. The girl jumped.

"Who's that," Dean asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "My parents are gone. No one else is supposed to be here."

Sam and Dean grabbed their guns before all of them walked inside.

Before they could get any answers for themselves, an angel rounded the corner and tried to grab (Y/n), who ran behind the others as soon as she saw the angel.

She stumbled backward toward the wall in shock and fear. She covered her mouth as the more angels walked into her living, not that she knew that's who they were.

Sam, Dean, and Cas were getting thrown around.

"Stop," Sam yelled as they walked toward (Y/n).

"We need something to defeat the Darkness," one of the angels said. "This is our option. Thank you for leading us to her."

(Y/n) was shaking more as she listened. The Darkness? Why was she so important to them? To the boys or the others who had broken into her house?

"Come on, (Y/n)," one of the angels had a hand out to her. She shook her head and the angel chuckled. "Fine. Make this harder."

The others came running at her.

"No," she yelled, dropping to the ground, and covering herself with her arms.

A pulse of energy shot out. The angels that had broken in had burned in front of her.

Dean, Sam, and Cas looked at each other.

(Y/n) slowly looked up from where she was.

"Hey," Sam walked over, kneeling next to her. "You alright?"

"What was that," she asked, shaking. "Who are you? Who were they? What did I do?"

"Hey, hey," Sam touched the girl's shoulders. "It's alright. Hey... how about we go somewhere to calm down? How about some food, yeah? Is there a restaurant nearby or something?"

She nodded. Sam helped her stand up fully and led her to the impala. Dean and Cas sat in the front while Sam and (Y/n) took the backseat.

(Y/n) rambled about a small diner nearby, giving Dean quick directions before falling silent again.

The four of them took a booth in the farthest back corner. (Y/n) sat leaning against the wall, Sam next to her and Cas and Dean across from her.

"Umm... do you know what you want," Sam asked quietly, making (Y/n) aware of the waitress there.

She was an old friend, "You alright, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) nodded. "I'm just a little tired. Umm... can I get a cherry vanilla milkshake?"

"That it for you, dear," the waitress checked. (Y/n) nodded with a grin, playing with the end of her cardigan's sleeves.

The waitress took the other three's orders before walking away.

"Who were those people," (Y/n) asked. "Why did they break into my house?"

"Because God made you a weapon," Cas said bluntly, making (Y/n)'s eyes go wide.

"A weapon?"

"He means," Dean jumped in, "you have powers that you don't know about. That's why you were able to get rid of those angels."

"Those were angels," she tried to keep her voice down. They all nodded. "I thought angels were supposed to be good?"

"They are supposed to follow orders," Cas corrected. "Not all of them are good."

She nodded, "Are you guys angels?"

"No, well, Sam and I aren't," Dean pointed between him and his brother. "Cas is."

"Oh," she muttered. "You're not-"

"I'm not gonna force you to go to heaven to defeat the Darkness," Cas promised.

"The Darkness," she said. "What's that? Why do I need to fight it?"

"The Darkness is... kind of our fault," Sam explained. "She's trying to create a new world in her image, which includes destroying this one."

"So, how'd you find me," she asked.

Before they could answer, the waitress came back, dropping off their food and drinks. (Y/n) leaned forward and took a sip of her milkshake and grinned to herself for a moment.

The boys were so confused. This was God's weapon?

"Well, Dean and I are hunters," Sam continued once (Y/n) back over to him. "We hunt monsters. Our grandpa was part of this group, the Men of Letters. They have a book in their collection that talks about you. There was a spell that led us to you."

She nodded but furrowed her eyebrows. Monsters? God? Hunters? After what had happened today, she struggled to deny all of it but was still hesitant to believe them?

"Well, if the Darkness knows I can defeat... her... won't she be looking for me too," (Y/n) asked.

"We can keep you safe," Dean promised.

"You're sure?"

"As sure as possible," he nodded.

(Y/n) looked down for a moment, "Okay. I'll go with you. I just... I need to get some stuff from my house and tell my parents that I'll be gone."

"You can't tell them where you're going or why," Dean said. "It'll put them in danger."

She bit her lip, "If it saves them in the long run, fine."

(Y/n) asked a lot more questions that day as they ate in the diner. They told her about monsters and the big bads they had faced. Monsters' weaknesses and abilities. Their other hunting buddies. People she could trust.

Sam, Dean, and Cas trusted her immediately. They felt like they needed to. Like she was a person to rely on.

And there- over a cherry vanilla milkshake- (Y/n) watched her entire life change forever.

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sfb123 · 3 years ago

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I just read your drunk Liam fic and I just HAD to send you some prompts!!! From the prompt list you hyperlinked 9, 16, and 17 maybe? (Preferably liamxriley) pretty plz?* insert puppy dog eyes🥺*

Well… since you inserted puppy dog eyes…

I wanted to try to incorporate all three of these into one story, which actually worked out really well. Then, the issue came of how to make that apply to Liam and Riley. Luckily, my current binge obsession is the 90′s sitcom Mad About You, and there was an episode the other night that set a lightbulb off in my head, so this fic is loosely based on that episode.

Prompts:

“We should grab coffee together sometime.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“You need a lift?”

(Prompt pulled from this list. Feel free to send me more!)

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings: Adult language, mild innuendo

A/N: Thank you @phoenixrising308 for pre-reading. Your kindness and support are unparalleled, and I love you dearly.

Also a thank you to @txemrn for dealing with my unnecessary back and forth about this moodboard. I ended up going with it, even though we were both so wishy washy about it.

A/N 2: This is my third prompt story this week, I’m going to take a break and quietly write by myself for a while. I’ll continue to work on the asks I have received, and please please feel free to send more. I’m having so much fun! I just don’t want to bombard you all, so I’m going to start pacing my posting. When I finish a piece, I just get so excited when I finish something that I want to show you all so badly!

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Liam and Riley sat across from each other at the table, sharing the piece of cake that sat between them. They were in New York visiting Riley’s family for a few days, and her mother had insisted that Eleanor spend the night, so the royal couple was taking full advantage of their child-free night, wrapping up the evening with dinner at one of Riley’s favorite restaurants.

“Hey, check that out.” Riley tipped her head toward the bar, where a man was approaching a woman who was sitting alone at the bar. “He’s going to shoot his shot and try to pick her up.”

“How do you know?” Liam asked, watching as the woman nodded, the man immediately sitting down beside her.

“I worked in a bar long enough, I can read the body language and tell you exactly what’s going to happen.”

He turned to his wife, a skeptical expression on his face. “Prove it.”

“Wow, you don’t even believe your own wife. I’m wounded.” She placed her hand over her heart in mock devastation. “Fine, I hope you saved room after that cake, because you’re about to eat your words.”

Riley went on to explain what each was saying to the other, and accurately predicted each move that was made. Liam was so impressed that part of him felt like she may have hired these people specifically to act out this scene.

“Now watch, he’s going to pull out his phone and try to get her to put her number in.” She said, as the man reached into his back pocket.

“Is he going to get it?” Liam couldn’t help but be invested in the story that his wife was narrating for him.

“She’s going to give him a number, but see how she’s already almost standing up?” Liam nodded, waiting with baited breath for her to continue, “She’s going to give him a fake number, and then leave immediately. She doesn’t want to reject him to his face.”

“That’s cold.”

“It’s life, we’ve all done it.” Riley replied nonchalantly.

Liam’s gaze snapped to face her. “You’ve given men fake numbers before?”

She nodded and shrugged. “Lucky for you. You never know, I could have ended up suckered into marrying one of those creeps. Or like locked in their basement or something.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I consider myself very lucky for that.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

“Oh oh, here we go, look!” Riley brought his attention back to the bar where the woman was shaking the man’s hand. “Ooooh, not even a courtesy hug. Game over, dude.” They watched the woman exit the restaurant, as the man started typing on his phone. “He’s sending a text to the number she gave. It either won’t be delivered, or he’ll get a reply from someone who is most definitely not that woman.”

“That poor man. He just wanted to find love.”

Riley sighed, shaking her head. “Ahh my sweet, romantic king, your naiveté is so heartwarming. That man is just looking to get laid.” She laughed, “For all the normal experiences you missed out on, aren’t you glad that you never had to pick up women at bars?” She paused for a second. “Present company excluded, of course.”

Liam laughed, his expression quickly turning serious. “Actually, I kind of wish I could have had the opportunity. I think I would have been good at it.” Riley arched a brow at him. “I mean it, I got you to quit your life and fly all the way to Europe because of one night, didn’t I?”

“Touché.” She drummed her fingers against the table in a brief moment of thought, “But can lightning strike twice?”

“What do you mean?”

“Pick me up. I’ll go sit at the bar, you come over and shoot your shot. No social season, no friends, no boxy work uniform. Just a regular guy picking up a regular girl.”

Liam smirked at the proposition. “You’re on.”

Riley left the table and took a seat at the far end of the bar. Once she was seated he put down some money to cover their dinner, and made his way to the bar. “Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?”

She looked up, smiling politely and shaking her head, motioning with her hand for him to have a seat.

“I’m Liam.” He extended his hand.

“Riley. Nice to meet you Liam.” She placed her hand in his, and he brought it to his lips. “A hand kiss instead of a shake, bold move. You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No, I actually just moved to the states from Europe.”

The bartender approached and took their orders. Liam instructed him to open a tab to cover himself and Riley. He took Liam’s card and stepped away to make their drinks.

“So, why is a beautiful woman like yourself sitting here all alone?” He asked once they were alone again.

Riley tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at the bar, playing up her role. “You’re sweet. I uh… I was supposed to be meeting someone, but I think they stood me up.”

“Well, their loss is my gain.” As the bartender set down their drinks, Liam lifted his glass in Riley’s direction. “A toast,” He waited for Riley to raise her glass before he continued, “To the missteps of old friends, which allow the opportunity to make new ones.”

“So we’re friends now?” Riley asked as she tapped her glass against Liam’s. “That’s awfully presumptuous.”

“Well, we’ve only just met. I’m hoping that perhaps we could get to know each other and see where the evening takes us.”

Riley agreed, and they began with some small talk. Riley stuck to her pre-Cordonia life, while Liam had done a pretty good job of coming up with a non-Royal backstory. They sat there talking, and drinking and ‘getting to know’ each other. Riley was impressed with Liam’s subtle flirting skills and decided that he was right, he would have been pretty good at this had he been given the chance.

The lights came up, and Liam’s bill was dropped on the bar in front of him. “It looks like they’re closing up.” He said as he reviewed the receipt, signing his name at the bottom. “This was a lot of fun Riley, I would like to see you again. We should grab coffee together sometime.”

“I actually don’t drink coffee, I think it’s gross.”

“Oh.” Riley smiled to herself at the disappointment in his voice.

“I would like to see you again, though.” She reassured him.

He looked up at her and smiled. “Could I take you to dinner, maybe?”

“Dinner would be nice.”

“Great!” He noticed the annoyed expression on the bartender's face, they were officially the last customers in the bar. “We should probably go. I’ll walk you home.”

“I actually have a car waiting for me outside.” He dropped his head, again disappointed by the rejection. “You need a lift?”

He smiled widely, standing from his seat. “I’d like nothing more.”

He offered his arm, she slid off the stool and linked hers through his. They exited the restaurant, and were greeted by Bastien, standing in front of their SUV. Before the guard could reach the door handle, Liam released Riley’s arm and jogged ahead, opening Riley’s door for her.

“Such a gentleman.” She smiled coyly as she slid into the backseat. He smiled and got in after her.

“Back to the hotel, your majesties?” Bastien asked as he entered the driver’s side.

“Yes please.” Riley answered.

Liam looked at her curiously. “Assuming I’m going to come home with you, bold move.”

She laughed. “You don’t have to come, but I promise you’ll have fun if you do.” Riley said in a sultry tone, closing the distance between the two of them.

“Riley…” Liam’s voice was just above a whisper as she leaned in, finally pressing her lips to his. They pulled back breathless from their kiss, their eyes remained closed as they rested their foreheads together. “I guess lighting can strike twice.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the second time I picked you up in a bar, and the second time you kissed me first.” He grinned triumphantly.

Riley leaned back, laughing as her eyes met Liam’s. “I guess that means you win?”

“Great, let’s go back to the hotel so I can collect my prize.” He brought his hand to her cheek and pulled her in, kissing her again.

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anunvalidcritic · 4 years ago

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INVINCIBLE: S1-EP8

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

It’s the last episode.... Let’s dive in boys, girls, and non-binary folks!!!

WHERE I REALLY COME FROM

Is it just me or did this week go by really fast??? (went by to fuckin’ fast bcuz I fuckin’ forgot!)

alright so we’re starting off by staring at the grass... that’s a pretty calm start..

nvm it’s raining blood

INVINCIBLE looks sick asf

well, I’m glad that was his first reaction

“It’s me Mark, It’s just me.” - OMNI-MAN

BRO VILTRUMITES ARE FUCKIN’ SAVAGES

DEBBIE has always been a baddie

Bro OMNI-MAN’s storyline is fuckin’ amazing

“You love me, you love Mom! I know you do.” - INVINCIBLE MARK

go ahead and that shit out now my dude

“Do you have any idea how long we live? The older we get, the slower we age. Viltrumite DNA is so pure you’re nearly full-blooded. You’ll live for thousands of years. Do you understand what that means? Everyone you know and love will be gone before you even look thirty.” - OMNI-MAN

well damn thanks for dropping this knowledge on us, sir.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

OMNI-MAN - “I do love your mother. But she’s more like a... a pet to me.”

MARK - “A pet?”

OMNI-MAN - “This is the only way, Mark.” *as he reaches for MARK’s shoulder*

MARK - “Don’t touch me!”

NO THIS MOTHERFUCKER DIDN’T!!!!! DID Y’ALL HEAR WHAT HE JUST SAID!!!??!!?!?!?! I CAN’T DO THIS BRO!!!!!!

go off MARK, talk yo shit!

“I don’t give a shit about Viltrum. And I don’t care if I live a fuckin’ million years. This is my home and I won’t let you destroy it!” - INVINCIBLE

Bro, don’t let your daddy beat yo' ass! You are a grown man now.

dude, this title for the last episode is fucking exceptional!

those dudes in the jets are gonna lose their fuckin’ lives

You know, it’s unfortunate that they know that shit is just a distraction for him and not life threating.

He didn’t have to demolish that man like that...

this man is ruthless

“Did seeing that man lose his life distrube you? Did it hurt you?! Well, let’s see how you handle this.” - OMNI-MAN

👁 👄 👁

Don’t you just love it when motherfuckers just stop and stare when they see a disaster happening??

Now I understand that the building is more than likely collapsing on it’s own, but I wouldn’t be surprised if his dad is pushng it from the other side.

They’re really fuckin’ up Chi-Town right...

I could’ve told you that woman wasn’t gonna make it...

as evil as this man is... his character is amazing

I love seeing MARK rage this dude just goes in!

“For the first time in your life, I’m telling you the truth.” - OMNI-MAN

what is he aboour.

THAT WASN’T FUCKIN’ NECCESSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!

... their suits need more than a deep dry cleaning

He didn’t have to swerve MARK like taht!

the clouds look nice...

okay, that’s enough OMNI-MAN!!

I wish they would’ve at least kept ZACHARY QUINTO’s voice because I miss the guy

See, this episode is a prime (pun intended) and I mean a PRIME example of how raising your kids with a good upbringing is important. If MARK was raised the way OMNI-MAN had intended to raise him, then he would’ve been a complete asshole... an extremely strong asshole, but an asshole.

you know this is very triggering... RIP GLENN

“You wanna die for this planet? Fine. What’s seventeen more years? I can always start again... make another kid.” - OMNI-MAN

FLASHBACK

YOUNG MARK = LITTLE LEAGUE BASEBALL

“Look at Mark. You and I made him. He’s ours. When he feels joy, we feel joy. See that look on his face. How can you see this and not feel the same way. As we get older it’s harder to feel that.” - DEBBIE

GOD! Can Sandra Oh be my fuckin’ mom!?!?!

NOLAN still ain’t shit....

~~~~~~

I like how he had that flashback while he was beating his son to a pulp

homeboy has to get dentures now...

only a narcissist would say some shit like this

“You dad, I’d still have you.” - MARK

that’s fuckin’ heartbreaking....

ik it’s not funny but MARK looks horrible..

looks like OMNI-MAN went back home cryin’

AMBER feelin’ like a complete dick as she should!! (I was rooting for y’all)

how long was he out??

DEBBIE you married an evil motherfucker, but it’s not your fault

Who tf cursed MONSTER GIRL?? She must’ve said or done some foul shit... And who tf fucked up CECIL’s face??

let it out DEBS let it out..

ik tf AMBER just didn’t!! deadass thought it was EVE...

lol the way WILLIAM saved that was hilarious!!

“We can try but it’s literally all anyone is tlking about in the world” - WILLIAM

come on now dude

😆 I could’ve sworn DUPLI-KATE looked asian and not white like EVE. WILLIAM is trifflin’

I was gonna say during the montage clip I knew one of those species looked familiar.

MARK + ALLEN THE ALIEN = BEST BUDS

Mars is gettin’ fucked up from the ground up.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

ALLEN THE ALIEN - “What’s the plan in the meantime?”

INVINCIBLE - “Finish high school, I guess.”

ALLEN THE ALIEN - “Oh, alright good. Sounds good. What is high school?”

_____

I liked the way it ended! It’s unfortunate that we must bid ado to this lovely grotesque show of INVINICBLE, but alas we must in order to move onto greater things and the world beyond. Hopefully, they’ll get confirmed for a second season because I really don’t want them to end on such an extraordinarily high point...

List of Episodes with link :) ~

EP1 - EP2 - EP3 - EP4 - EP5 - EP6 - EP7 - EP8

EDIT: Thank god Amazon has decided to renew the series for not just the second season but a third as well!!!! FUCK YEAH!!

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xoxomswr1tez · 4 years ago

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Saved - Hank Voight

Request : @mcgreads : Hey can I request a Hank Voight and reader where the reader is younger and apart of the unit and her and Voight are together as well as her being best friends with Casey and she's with Platt during that episode where she' on the T.V. interview and the bomb goes off and Voight is worried and giving out orders as not only his bestfriend is in there but also his girl and he communicates with Casey as well. Lots of fluff in the end please❤

Please forgive me if the lines aren't said by the correct people I have the transcript but it does not tell me who said what so I am going off memory!

Word Count - 1733

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You work as a secretary at the front desk of District 21, you had been working there for a few months when Trudy asked if you would go to an T.V interview with her, having not wanting to go alone and embarrass herself

Walking up the stair to intelligence you dropped their mail off to them and made your way into you boyfriends office closing the door behind you

Walking over to him you sat your self down in his lap and rested your head on his shoulder

"Trudy and I are going to leave soon" You informed him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your forehead

"Be safe please" he said while resting his heat on top of yours

"I will I promise" You reply looking him in the eyes he leans down and you two share a kiss that was interrupted by a knock on the door

The door opened reveling Trudy

"Hey Voight is Y/N in here" She asked with out looking up from her file

"Yep right here" he replied as you sit up in his lap

"Oh good it's time to go, I'm driving" She said then turned and walked out

"Alright ill see you later when we get back" You say giving Hank one last kiss and taking his brown leather jacket with you before leaving

--------- At the interview ---------

You and Trudy had just gotten to the news station where the interview was being held, walking onto the interview set Trudy was taken to a seating area to starts the interview

"I'm so excited to be here today with Trudy Platt" the host says as Trudy sits with a smile, before Trudy could reply a beeping sound is heard through out the studio

"What is that" one person asks

--------- Before the explosion at 21 ---------

"Platts on in two. Everyone! Adam!" Kim yells

"Antonio, come on" Kim said

"We're not staying, I'm gonna do paper work at home" Antonio said looking up from his desk for a split second

"Hey, Eva. What's up, kid" Adam said as he walked out of the hallway

"My father's a fascist" she replied

"Okay, I don't know what to do with that" Adam says surprised

"Okay, everybody be quiet" Kim said "Platt's on TV.

"Betty's sitting down to discuss the new friendly face of the Chicago PD" the producer said

"What friendly face is that" Jay joked

"Betty" the producer said

"Thank you Shri, I'm so exited to be here today with Sergeant Trudy Platt, from the 21st District" Betty said

"She couldn't possibly hate this more" Adam joked

'It's my pleasure, I'm hap-I'm happy to be here." Trudy said with a big fake smile

"I wonder what Y/N's doing and if she's laughing as hard ass we are" Erin chimed in

"Is everything okay?" Trudy asked as they all heard a beeping

"I think that's coming from my office" Sheri said before an explosion went off

"What the hell happened" Kim said as they all grabbed their coats and things before making their way to the News Station with their boss who was pissed more than ever

--------- Back at the New station Y/N's POV ---------

"Sheri, Sheri hey stay with me" Trudy said

"All the exits are blocked we're stuck" I said coughing slightly

Trudy looked up scared then looked around the room

"Okay we are going to go into the back room and wait for help, and everything will be okay, because we are getting out of here" Trudy said while dragging Sheri's barely conscious body into the back dressing room

As Trudy and I made it into the dressing room I noticed a sink and check if the water was running, which it was, I grabbed 3 rags and soaked them in water then handed Trudy two of the

"Sheri, are you still with me? Sheri, come on girl stay with me, Stay with me Sheri" Trudy said while trying to get Sheri to keep her eyes open

I sat on the floor next to Trudy slightly panicking when heard people walking and yelling

"Fire department. Call Out" I looked to Trudy and started to yell

"Here, we're in here" I yelled as many time as i could before i started coughing again

The door swung open and revealing Mouch, Kelly, and Matt

"Okay lets get you ladies out of here" Kelly said while picking Sheri up while Mouch help Trudy and Casey helped me

"Are you okay are you hurt" He said going into protective friend mode.

"I'm okay" I said while coughing, matt picked me up bridal style and carried me out the building

"Hank" I said when I seen my boyfriend who looked more pissed than ever, once he heard me he rushed to Casey who was helping me stand

"OH thank god" Hank said relived to see me

"You're going to med" Hank said with Matt agreeing

"We don't need any more surprises today" Matt said

"Hank you take her, ill try and meet you both later I got to go" Matt said to his two closest friends as he turned to go back into the building with his squad

--------- Third person POV ---------

Hank rode in the back of the ambulance with Y/N to the hospital, holding her hand the whole time

At the hospital Y/N was put into a trauma room and checked over thoroughly as she was close to the blast

"Okay you seem to have no major injury's, I am going to do some blood work, and put you on some oxygen for a few hours to get your levels back to normal, but other than that you seem fine and should be able to go home by tonight" Dr. Halstead said

"Thank you" Y/N replied before Will left

"You should go back to work, ill be okay" Y/N said to hank as she laid her head back onto the pillow and looked up at Hank

"No I should be here with you" He protested shaking his head

"I'll be okay I will call you if I need anything you should be out there helping your team" Y/N said

"Fine but i will be back to check up on you soon" Hank said

"Okay" Y/N said with a small smile, Hank pressed his lips to hers and left, soon after Will came back into the room

"Okay your blood work is back" Will stated "You both look good, try and keep it easy for the next few days, no heavy lifting for at least a week" He said

"Wait both" Y/N said

"Oh, you didn't know. Congratulations, Y/N your pregnant" He said with a smile "I'll have Nat come in for an ultrasound to see how far along you are" he stated before being called out for another trauma

Matt walked into the room still in his turnouts

"Hey peach, how are ya?" He asked with a smile

"I'm okay" Y/N said with a small smile

"I have a request though" Y/N said with a big smile looking at him

"what?" He said looking at me suspiciously

"Chick-Fil- A" Y/N said with puppy dog eyes

"Your lucky I like you, ill see what I can do" He said before kissing my head and leaving

Nat came in a little while after and we did the ultra sound and Y/n is 5 weeks pregnant, soon after Nat left both Hank and Matt walked in

"Hey baby" Hank said as he kissed my head

"I came with your food but I cant stay long" Matt said holding up the fast food bag

"Yay thank you" Y/N said happily, they all sat for a while and talk, later on Matt left and not long after Y/N was discharged she and Hank made their way home

Y/N sat on the couch and put her feet in Hanks lap letting him rub her feet

"Hey, We need to talk" Y/N said moving her feet from Hanks lap and moving closer to sit next to him

"What wrong, Hun" Hank asked worriedly

--------- Y/N's POV ---------

"So I got some news after you left the hospital earlier" I stated looking at Hank " and it's good news depending on how you take it and if you don't take it good then I don't know what I'm going to do be-" I said rambling only being cut off by Hank

"Hey, hey, hey take a breath and try to calm down alright" Hank said while pulling me into his lap, taking a few deep breaths I was able to calm down

"I'm pregnant" I said looking into his eye's

"A-Are you sure" He asked looking at me with hope, I nodded and he pulled me close to his body

We stayed like that for a while and I could feel my self falling asleep in the warmth of Hanks arms

I felt Hank lift me and carry me to our bedroom he laid me down and got in bed next to me, that night Hank's arms felt tighter around my waist and I could feel his hand resting against my still flat stomach

The next morning Matt had come over for brunch and we told him he was over the moon to become an uncle just as Hank and I are over the moon to become parents

--------- Authors Note --------- Aaahhh I finally finished this story and I am proud because I have worked so hard on this request over the past week! If you find any typo's please let me know I did my best to fix them as I went!!

Thank you for reading have a god day/ night love ya byeeeeee

#hank voight imagines #hank voight x reader #hank voight #matt casey #chicago med #One Chicago #Chicago Fire

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pluto-art · 3 years ago

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Your Hand in Mine

And now for something completely different...

Title: Your Hand in Mine Fandom: Green Eggs and Ham Rating: T Words: 828

Summary: One-shot introspective on Sam and his mother. Takes place during the tent scene in episode two.

Disclaimer: At the time I wrote this, I’d only seen the first two episodes of the second season. I’ve now seen the third. No spoilers for anything beyond that, please. I want to be surprised. Heh.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38307265

She was exactly the way he imagined her... in his dreams.

Sam clutched the feather-down pillow a smidge tighter, his legs curled up tight against his body, trying to suck in the warmth that wasn't there, to inhale the long-forgotten scent of that whom should have been snuggled up next to him. He could almost feel the soft touch of her breathing against his forehead as her body rose and fell -- rose and fell -- in tune with the fantasy she was now lost to. She was, after all, in the neighboring bed beside him.

His eyes never wandered from her frame as he lay there, pondering. How could they, really? To him, she was, in every sense of the word, beautiful. Strong. Competent. Undeniably sure of herself and her responsibilities. Versatile. Adaptable. Someone to look up to. He admired her. Obsessed over her. Longed to feel the embrace of her arms around him.

And this was where his face fell.

Yes. She was beautiful. She was everything... and yet nothing.

She was everything when she protected him from the dangers at hand, diverting bullets, forcing him to duck for cover. Everything when her hand accidentally brushed his shoulder as they dove under a table. Everything as she shared with him the seemingly bottomless bag of secrets and super important plans she had stowed away in that intelligent brain of hers, covered by that lovely upward waterfall of golden hair. Oh, was she everything as her lips brushed out those four little words from earlier: "It's time for dinner."

And yet....

She was nothing without that smile on her face, the one he remembered so well, all those summers ago. She was nothing without the physical touch, the look of compassion, the "all the good things" that made a mother a mother. She was nothing like he had imagined.

In his dreams she was kind. Gentle. Conversational. Eager to listen to his every joke, and laugh at each in turn. The rock he sat on that refused to soak up his tears would be replaced with a warm bed of fur that wiped away every drop of uncertainty, isolation, and self-deprecation that threatened to consume him. On the rare occasion he caught her as she mysteriously ran into the night, such pursuit was met with compassion; rewarded with a healthy plate of his favorite meal in the whole world, so real he could almost taste it. And then he'd wake up.

No. She was nothing like in his dreams. But she was still mom. And did that not make all the "nothings" nothings themselves? It was in him to simply be content -- to try and not let the "nothings" bother him.

His smile was still lying on the floor, yet he had not the heart to retrieve it.

Instead, he stared at his mother, and, almost subconsciously, reached out a hand....

/\/\/\/\/\

He was holding her hand again.

She sighed. It was the second time that night. The first time, she'd shaken off the sentimentality, earning two furrowed brows and a wounded look in return, but this time something stayed her hand.

She watched him, watched the rise and fall of his yellow-painted chest -- up and down, up and down -- as he drifted off into an uneasy slumber. Soon, he was completely unconscious. She could remove her hand now, if she wanted to. But she didn't.

Another sigh.

He looked so much like him -- that son of a Yipp. That no-good Flubian defector who believed in the efficacy of compassion; of morality. His heart was too big. His brain? Too small. And so he had gone over the wall. And she hadn't seen him since. No. Not at all.

Could they blame her for succumbing to the inevitable? For relinquishing her son? T'was better, she knew, to send him away, far away, from the war that was soon to come. Woe betide the other widows who didn't give up their children, only to find that they couldn't provide. Was it not better to give them a chance at another life instead of a dead end in this one? Or perhaps she was being selfish. Perhaps she just couldn't bear the thought of having her own child die in her arms, and so eliminated the possibility altogether.

Sam's hand tightened around hers. Somehow, that smile had found its way back onto his face again. He really was a lot like him, right down to that insatiable appetite for hugs. A small part of her wanted to feed that appetite, but she knew better. Her heart had been broken once. She wasn't about to let it be broken again. She wasn't about to get attached. Attachment led to disappointment.

~~~

The sun shone brightly through the single window, illuminating two figures draped about their beds. As Sam opened one bleary eye, yawning widely, he blinked in surprise, only then realizing that the hand he'd extended last night was still wrapped up in hers.

- End -

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My theory is that, during the time Sam was still an infant and living with his mother, relations between Yookia and Zookia started to become unsettled. What with the cities' sketchy past, rumors of war began to circulate. Mrs. I-Am's husband, a humble, compassionate man of some authority in government, wanted to heal relations between the two cities and so did what everyone else was too afraid to do -- he went over the wall to talk to the Zookian leaders. He was never seen again. Fearing the worst, Mrs. I-Am sent Sam to an orphanage, believing war was inevitable and being unable to provide for her son financially. War broke out two weeks later and lasted for five years before a peace treaty was signed. Mrs. I-Am ended up working for the government herself during this time as a spy and continued her employment with them in other areas during the time of peace. She was certain war would break out again, which it did, albeit not for another fifteen years. By the time Sam finds her, she's become so hard-lined and bitter that the person he knew from years ago is buried so deep down that bringing it back out again would be a feat, although she still loves her son.

Regarding Sam, I'd like to think that his looks mirror his mom, but his personality mirrors his dad -- hopeful, happy-go-lucky, and caring. However, the more rascally side of him, as well as his proficiency at doing undercover work, comes from his mom.

Also, I'm sorry that my writing is so rusty. I haven't written any fan fiction in... a year, I think? ALSO, I'm sorry if I'm getting *any* of this wrong regarding backstory. I'm probably way off the beaten path, but it's fun to guess at what happened in the past. Guess we'll see how on (or off) the mark I was as I continue to watch the show....

#green eggs and ham #geah #fan fiction

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multifandhoem · 5 years ago

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fluids.

fluids. || Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader x Matsukawa Issei

A/N: Honestly, I don’t even know what to say about that one, apart from that I am deeply sorry and will see you all in hell.

Genre: smut (pure filth)

Summary: Y/N wants to try something and being the perfect and willing friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki help her with her problem.

Warnings: where do I even begin cursing, cum eating, threesome, butt stuff (lots of butt stuff), a lot of toys, double penetration, spitting, slight humiliation, slight slut shaming, spanking, oral giving and receiving, dom!Matsukawa, dom!Hanamaki, sub!Reader, mentions of MxM, lots of fingering, have I mentioned toys?

Word count: 7.406

Hanamaki and Matsukawa were your best friends for years. You trusted them with your life. So why were you so nervous just at the thought of asking them that dreaded question.

You were currently in their shared apartment, a place you visited quite regularly due to your horrible roommate in your college dorm. You were all spread over their three-seater couch, a generous donation of Mattsun’s aunt after all cheaper couches were way too small for the former volleyball players who by now were pretty close to the 190 cm mark.

“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet today.”

You flinched a bit, and it would have been unnoticeable, if you weren’t laying across their laps, with your head on Makki’s thigh and your thighs over Mattsun’s. The former only raised his eyebrows at your reaction at his question and Mattsun soon joined him in his questioning glare. Suddenly feeling cornered you shrunk a bit under their gaze, clearing your throat quietly.

“It’s nothing.”

Makki’s eyebrows rose even higher and you desperately tried avoiding his eyes, finally sitting up, successfully eliminating your physical contact with them.

“Yah, what’s up with you?” Mattsun looked legitimately concerned, his eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle.

“You shouldn’t make a face like that or it’ll stay.” He rolled his eyes at your teasing, while you mustered a grin, standing upright after. “I just need to take a piss, no need to worry!” With that you sauntered off to the bathroom, hoping that they would’ve forgotten that awkward conversation when you got back.

You didn’t need to pee at all. You just stood there in front of the mirror, not believing your own stupidity. How could you even think about asking that question? How could you even think about them in that context? An exasperated sigh left your lips. Hopefully, they wouldn’t press on the matter further.

For good measure, you pressed on the flush and washed your hands, so they wouldn’t be suspicious.

“When you’re already standing you can bring me another beer!” Hanamaki waved his empty bottle in your direction with a grin and you felt relief washing over you. They decided to drop it, thank god. “Wait, wait!” Mattsun reached for his bottle on the table, finishing the remains in three large gulps before extending the bottle your way, too. “Just be thankful I feel guilty for crashing here so often!” You rolled your eyes with a grin but reached for their bottles anyways. On your way to the kitchen, you heard Mattsun’s loud burp behind you, commented with a deep laugh that could only belong to your light-haired friend. “Gross!” You commented while taking new cool bears out of the fridge, putting new ones in from the stack of beer crates, conveniently located right next to it.

It wasn’t really that much of a deal though, was it? You were back in your previous position and again the thoughts invaded your mind. They were your best friends. And they were on their third beer over the course of like two hours, so they had a bit of alcohol in their blood but weren’t drunk. You always felt comfortable around them. And even if you didn’t, they made sure you were loosening up soon enough.

The episode of the sports anime you originally convinced them to watch was forgotten, you just had to watch it at home to be up to date again. Should you just ask them? Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped after your second beer. Maybe you would have more courage then.

“You guys are bi, right?” Both heads turned to you in an instant. “That’s what you were so worked up over?” Makki sounded downright appalled, expecting something much bigger than that. “I thought you knew that?” Mattsun sounded as unbelieving as his friend, both paying no mind to the show anymore, just watching you squirm again.

It was uncomfortable under their stares, but at the same time, touching both of them made you feel a bit more confident.

“No, I mean, I knew that but… that means you both have experience with guys, right?” Your eyes were focused on your hands on your stomach fidgeting away. “Yes, we fucked a couple of times if that’s what you’re asking.” Mattsun’s dry answer made you shoot up in shock, nearly hitting Makki in the chin on the way. “What? No, that was NOT what I was asking! You did what? When?” That was an outcome you really didn’t anticipate. Makki laughed behind you, apparently finding your reaction incredibly amusing.

“Why are you asking, princess, wanna join in?”

That was not what you had planned at all. You felt your face heating up, eyes fixated on the old hardwood floor. “Fuck, you do?” You don’t think you have ever seen Mattsun’s eyes as wide as they are now.

“NO. I mean kind of. I mean not really. I didn’t even know you two fucked!” You were waving your hands around nervously, still avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, okay. Let’s calm down for a second. Take a sip and then tell us what you’ve been thinking about.” Makki seemed equally as surprised as Mattsun (and as you, tbh), but still tried to take control over the situation, handing you his beer bottle.

“It’s just… with you being bi and having experience with guys… you have tried anal, right?” Your face was burning with embarrassment at this point. You were nervously clutching the bottle, rolling it around in your hands, completely missing the look the other two shared.

“Yeah, what about it?” Mattsun scooted a bit closer, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, to not stir your nervousness even more.

“I have never really tried it. I mean I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in the last years, you know that but I’m really curious and I kind of tried it, but I didn’t really work, and I kind of want advice.” Your voice kept going quieter in the end and you still couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head.

Makki cleared his throat. “Verbal or physical advice?” You bit your lip. Now or never. “I don’t know.” You were a wimp. “Look at us, princess.”

Both of them had serious expressions on their face when you finally met their eyes, but they were in no way angry or disgusted. Thank god.

“I mean, I totally get why you’re curious, but if you tried it and it didn’t really work, maybe you don’t like it?” Mattsun offered you a small smile, but you just shook your head wildly. “All my friends say it’s great. And I don’t even know if I tried it correctly. I didn’t do any research or something like that. That’s why I want advice!” You began talking faster again, flaying your hands wildly in the air and nearly making a mess, if Makki hadn’t taken the bottle out of your grasp right before. His fingers remained around your wrist, slowly taking your hand in his. “Stay calm, princess, we’re not judging you. What did you try exactly?” You could see the slight blush on his cheeks when he asked that question and seeing him a bit nervous made you feel a bit better.

“Just a bit fingering. I mean I tried, but it didn’t even go in.” Makki smiled a bit at the way you whined, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Did you use enough lube?” You turned to him with wide eyes. “I didn’t use any.” Mattsun let out a scandalous gasp. “Oh god, princess, of course, it didn’t really work. Lube is like the most important part of anal play!”

A blush adorned your cheeks once again. “I don’t have any at home, I usually don’t need it.” Both their eyebrows rose high at your statement and you buried your face in your hands.

“Okay. If I understand that correctly, you want us to try anal with you.” It was more of a statement than a question, but you nodded, face still immerged in your hands.

“Okay. Okay.” Mattsun sounded a bit overwhelmed with the situation. “We can’t really do anything today. We ate a lot of ramen like two hours ago and drank beer. And trust me, doing butt stuff after eating is not the perfect way. Especially not for your first time.” Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Come here, princess.” They pulled you on their laps again and you finally looked them in the eyes again. “No need to be ashamed anymore, okay? I mean we’re down for it. You got a cute butt.” Makki grinned at you in a way that made you immediately feel more at ease, but the following pinch to your butt made you yelp in surprise. They both laughed and after a short moment, you joined them as well.

Why were you even worried? They were your best friends. You have nothing to be ashamed of in front of them. They have done way more embarrassing things in front of you for there to be any kind of space for shame.

“We shouldn’t do much today, but we could still set some guidelines, are you okay with that?” Mattsun had scooted all the way over to Makki, you being perched on one of each of their thighs. “Guidelines?”, you echoed dumbly, turning your head to look him in the eyes. “Yeah, well, anal is a very sexual thing. So it obviously has to be sexually enjoyable. And if we would know what you like beforehand, it would kind of help!” He grinned wickedly at you, hands finding their place at your hips, thumbs softly caressing the skin between your sweatpants and your shirt.

“Oh.” Oh. You didn’t really think that far. Of course, it was something sexual. It is called anal sex for fucks sake. You knew it was something sexual. But still, the topic of the conversation together with you being on their laps made a blush rise to your cheeks again.

“Don’t be shy, princess.” You felt Makki shift a bit, leaning forward until his lips were on your neck, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

“Well, I don’t really like being in control.” You finally brought some words over your lips, feeling Makki’s lips change into a grin at your neck.

“Wouldn’t have guessed that the way you were practically begging both of us to train your asshole.” Mattsun’s amused words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t deny that this situation turned you on a bit.

A whimper escaped you when Makki bit down on a particularly sensitive spot and both boys chuckled behind you. “You should come next Friday. And stay for the weekend. Is that alright?” His tone was surprisingly casual. Weren’t they affected in any way? “That works for me,” you still answered softly.

“Perfect. Why don’t you turn around for us, princess?” Mattsun pinched your hips in an invitational manner and you got up to straddle their thighs right afterward.

“Are you alright with kissing?” Each one had a hand on your thigh, Makki’s even laying right under the curve of your butt.

“What kind of question is that? I want you to put something in my ass, of course, I’m alright with kissing!” They chuckled at your answer before Makki leaned forward to capture your lips with his. It was soft at first. Not a lot of tongue. He cautiously tested your boundaries, starting with little pecks, and working his way up to a slow and sensual kiss.

Mattsun’s hands had begun roaming your body, pinching and grabbing everywhere, but never on any of the places where you wanted him.

That was until Makki straight up grabbed your ass to pull you closer towards their bodies. A surprised gasp escaped you and he used that to deepen the kiss, practically ravishing your mouth. Mattsun by now has moved on under your shirt, his rough fingers caressing your sensitive sides, making you shiver in the process. Soon his hands started kneading your breasts over your bra and you moaned in Makki’s mouth when they suddenly both retreated. You whined at your loss, eyes switching between them pleadingly.

“Look at you,” Mattsun cooed, his hand moving up to squish your cheeks slightly together. “We haven’t really done anything and you’re already so desperate.”

He then leaned towards you, kissing you for the first time himself. His lips were softer than Makki’s, but he used more force, pressing his tongue into your mouth almost immediately. But there were no roaming hands this time. And Mattsun soon leaned back again, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“We shouldn’t go too far today. But it’s good that you’re comfortable kissing us. We should keep that going at least until Friday. You alright with that?” You nodded at Makki’s words, still trying to process what they were saying.

Were they just going to leave you high and dry? Okay, they didn’t know you were so turned on, just by the talk about sex and that bit of kissing. And you would not tell them. This encounter was already embarrassing enough, you didn’t need to give them, even more, to tease you about.

You nodded again, moving into a less straining, and less sexual position from straddling their thighs to just sitting sideways over their laps, leaning against Makki’s broad chest.

“On Friday… please shower beforehand.” Mattsun’s words startled you a bit. “Like, should I clean inside? How do I do that?” You were so clueless about anything anal related, it was kind of amusing to the two guys. “You don’t have to clean the inside. And we can help you with that, too, we have some water enemas, but they shouldn’t be used too regularly, please remember that. But for Friday just making sure that you are clean on the outside is enough.” Mattsun rubbed comforting circles on your thighs, explaining everything in a calm voice.

You relaxed a bit at his words, leaning back down against Makki.

“Don’t forget, there’s no need to be nervous. We’re always happy to help!” Makki pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Especially with sexual things!” Mattsun added with a perverted grin, pinching your inner thigh again.

“Do you usually like being praised or being talked down onto?” Apparently, they haven’t quite left the topic of what you like in the bedroom.

“Ehm, I mean, usually more talking down, to be honest, but with something I’ve never done before I’m not so sure…” You knew you shouldn’t be nervous. They were so understanding and willing to help you, they wouldn’t judge you for something like this. But you still couldn’t help your face flaring up again.

Both of them nodded with a knowing smile, seemingly already scheming a plan on how to handle you in a couple of days.

“It’s alright, princess, we will be careful with you. Now let’s go to bed, we have class in the morning. Do you wanna sleep with me or with Makki?” Mattsun carefully repositioned your legs when he stood up, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, and one on Makki’s right afterward with a sly grin on his face.

You stayed quiet. How could you choose now? “Let’s all sleep in my bed,” Makki finally ruled after you hadn’t said anything for a couple of seconds, avoiding eye contact during that time. You shot him a thankful smile before climbing off his lap and getting dragged by Mattsun towards the bathroom.

You stayed the night more often than not, already having a toothbrush and the most important toiletries on a space reserved just for you over the sink. Usually, you would sleep on the couch, though.

“About time.” Mattsun grinned at you and extended his arms in your direction when you finally emerged from the bathroom after removing your makeup and doing a very small skincare routine. They had left you after you all brushed your teeth, waiting for you on Makki’s king-sized bed, with a spot reserved for you in the middle.

Both pressed small kisses to your face when you laid down in between them, making you giggle. “Night, Makki. Night, Mattsun.” You mumbled when you all had found a comfortable sleeping position. “You should call us by our first names, you know?” Oh right, that actually made sense.

“Night, Hiro. Night, Issei.” You corrected yourself with a smile and after their chorus of ‘Night, Y/N.’ the room became quiet.

They had managed to make you feel comfortable every time you saw them. But now that it was Friday and you were standing in front of their door, every ounce of nervousness came back. With shaky fingers you pressed on the doorbell, hearing it echoing from inside. It did not take very long for Hiro to appear in the doorway, a bright smile on his face, and a kitchen towel over his shoulder.

“Hi, princess!” He tugged you towards him in an instant, leaning down with puckered lips. With a small chuckle, you kissed him, your nerves immediately feeling calmed down after experiencing his carefree attitude. “We were just doing some dishes, do you want something to drink?” He leads you towards the kitchen where Issei was positioned by the sink, yellow gloves on his hands, washing the last set of plates that were probably resting on the countertop for the last couple of days.

The scene was strangely normal, apart from the kiss you two shared again after he ditched the gloves and could snake his arms around you.

Well, what did you expect? It’s not as if they would jump on you as soon as you entered. You made yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to soothe your dry throat.

Hiro didn’t take long finishing drying the dishes and soon you found him pressed against your back. “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay, princess?” You could only nod, taking Issei’s hand and following him towards his bedroom. It was uncharacteristically clean, and the bed was even made, a sight you have not seen in the three years those two occupied the apartment.

“Don’t be nervous, okay? We can stop anytime you want.” Hiro appeared behind you, his hands on your hip and lips pressed into your neck.

“I want this.” Were you trying to convince them or yourself? You didn’t know, but it worked, either way, a small feeling of excitement spreading in your stomach when Issei kissed you.

Being caged between your two best friends was never a position you imagined yourself being in (or realistically imagined) but here you were.

Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in Issei’s dark locks, him slightly moaning into your mouth when you tugged a bit too hard. His hands moved under your shirt kneading your breasts, while Hiro’s hands already dipped a bit into the front of your pants, fingers fiddling with the zipper and it didn’t take long until you were left without any clothes on.

“Look at you! Dressing up all pretty for us?” They appreciatively let their eyes wander over your body, only clad by a black lingerie set.

You felt incredibly exposed, with them still being fully clothed and looking at you so hungrily.

“Damn, you have great tits!”, Hiro exclaimed when pushing the lace covering your breasts down, immediately taking them into his hands for good measure. He let out a deep groan and Issei soon joined him, lips latching onto your right breast, gently nipping on the sensitive flesh.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands, shyly caressing their arms, lightly dipping into their sleeves to feel their biceps under your hands. “Take them off, please?”

In your mind, you scolded yourself for how unsure you seemed, but those thoughts were quickly erased when they both complied, exposing their toned torsos.

“Do you wanna lay on the bed, princess?” Hiro phrased it as a question but there was an unspoken command. You made a step towards the bed behind them, Issei quickly undoing the clasp of your bra when you passed them to obey Hiro’s command. “On your stomach.”

Quickly you corrected your position, your hands lying next to your head.

Butterfly kisses were pressed onto your naked shoulder blades, four hands roaming your back, butt, and thighs continuously.

“You’re very tense.” You didn’t know what to answer to that, only muttering a quiet apology. Your words got lost in a moan, when suddenly a finger was pressed to your core, playing with your vagina through the lace fabric of your panties.

You tried grinding back onto the finger, but strong hands held your hips in place, both boys chuckling at your exasperated whine. Your underwear got pushed to the side and soon the finger was back, slightly toying at your entrance.

“Oh, I know now why you said you don’t need any lube. Hiro, fuck, look at that. She is wet wet!” A second finger joined, and Hiro chuckled surprised, moving some of your slick around and towards your clit, loosely rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“Lift up your ass for a second.” You obeyed and soon you were completely bare in front of them, one hand still toying at your vagina, while two others were caressing your butt, spreading your cheeks and groping the flesh in a rough but still kind of soft manner. That was, until a slap echoed through the room, combined with the moan that escaped you as you felt the impact a hand with your butt. “I knew you would enjoy that.” Hiro sounded incredibly smug, repeating is former action a bit harder and on the other cheek. Again, a moan escaped you, trying once more to grind back into their hands, again to no avail.

“You really are quite a horny slut, aren’t you?” Issei’s mouth was extremely close to your core and you shuddered when you felt his breath over your lower lips.

“Raise your hips again?” You immediately did as you were told, feeling a pillow being stuffed under your hipbone to raise your hips permanently.

The finger, that has been rubbing very slow circles on your clit, disappeared, but soon enough your legs were spread. The cool air hitting your wetness was a tease in itself, but it was right away replaced by a hungry tongue, lapping up your juices. Hiro reappeared in your field of vision, connecting your lips again, to muffle the moans that were escaping you.

Issei’s nose was pressing into your vagina, his lips, tongue, and teeth relentlessly working on your clit.

“Please, please, I’m going to come!” It was embarrassing, really, how fast your best friend was able to bring you to that point. “Already?” Issei was less surprised, more smug when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you and latched onto your clit again.

“Come on, princess.” Hiro slapped your ass again and with a loud moan, you released onto Issei’s mouth, who greedily lapped up everything you offered him.

“Well, you look a lot more relaxed, now!” You could hear the teasing out of his voice when he reemerged from between your legs, tongue slipping out to get the rest of your glistening arousal. You were a lot more relaxed now, still panting from your orgasm, that you didn’t even flinch when a huge drop of lube got placed on your lower back. And your asscheeks. Four hands were immediately on your backside, massaging your cheeks and lower back in a slow and sensual way, getting small moans from you as a response. After a couple of minutes, your cheeks got spread, another dollop of lube falling right in the center.

A finger softly began massaging it into the area around your puckered hole and soon, more lube was added.

You were incredibly nervous. But both of their hands on your backside was kind of comforting. And when a kiss was pressed onto your shoulder blades you relaxed with a shaky exhale.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” Issei pressed another kiss on your back and you whimpered a bit as a response. “Hand me the vibe, will you?” Hiro’s words made Issei sit up again, his lips leaving your skin. Vibe? What vibe?

Your question soon got answered when a small buzzing sound started, and the silicon bullet got pressed lightly against your hole. “Oh,” you gasped, hips jerking for a second but again some hands stopped you. And then a finger found its way back towards your clit, circling it again. Hiro was alternating his fingers and the small vibrator at your asshole, continuously adding more lube and sometimes pressing harder, but still keeping everything fairly light.

It was feeling really pleasurable and the next time he pressed the vibe harder against your hole, you couldn’t hold back the small moan anymore.

Hiro cooed at the way your asshole clenched around nothing, tentatively pressing a tip of his finger inside. You moaned when his digit passed the rim. It didn’t hurt at all, like that time you tried it by yourself. Apparently, lube really was the savior. Or it was your best friends, who have been patient and soft with you all the way through, gently leading you to this moment. More lobe got added to your hole and Hiro’s finger disappeared, but reentering you more slicked up just after a second. He still only put the tip of his finger inside, slightly wiggling it around before replacing it with the vibrator again.

“You look really good with my finger in your ass. And Issei’s working your pussy. Is that why you asked two of us? You want to take it so far to get double penetrated, take each of us in a different hole?” You knew it was only dirty talk. He was trying to take your mind off the slight stretch of your ass when he pushed his finger in deeper. But you couldn’t help the way you desperately moaned at the comment.

“Oh? Look at your hole twitching!” Issei sounded incredibly amused, his finger moving from toying with your clit to your vagina, which was clenching around nothing. “You like that thought? Every hole of you filled with another cock? Maybe we should ask Iwaizumi or Oikawa to join, too. So that you can be stuffed like the little whore you are!”

With another moan you tried to move your hips once again, this time successfully burying Hiro’s finger deeper in your ass. A slap to your cheek was the immediate answer. “Impatient slut. Better behave or we won’t be so gentle anymore!”

You nodded shakily, already feeling full by the finger in your ass and one at the entrance of your pussy.

But Hiro soon pulled out again, dropping even more lube on your now slightly looser hole, before the small bullet vibrator came into action again. You moaned loudly when it got pressed into your hole, slightly wider than Hiro’s finger it was still a stretch.

“I love your ass. It looks really cute like this.” Accommodating his words Issei pressed a kiss to your left buttcheek.

Hiro still worked the vibrator in your ass, fingers massaging the flesh around your rim. “I’m going to plug you soon, you alright with that?” You could only nod, desperate for more friction. You asked for gentle and slow. But you wanted to come again. And, as embarrassing as it was to admit, you loved it when they talked down on you, ordering you around.

You felt his lubed up pinky join the vibrator in your hole and moaned again when suddenly both vanished and got replaced by a cold metal object. “She’s going to look so pretty!” Issei rubbed your clit a bit harder, while the cold object got greased up in the juices around your hole.

Another drop of lube followed when Hiro finally began pushing it into your ass. You soon realized what it was, a small plug, thinner at the tip but wider in the middle.

The widest part was a bit bigger than every other thing you have taken in your hole so far, but it still didn’t hurt, just a tight stretch, but with the lube and the fingers massaging your lower back, it went in without a big hassle.

“You look so good, do you wanna take a look at yourself?” You nodded and turned around, finally seeing your two friends again. Issei immediately tugged you onto his lap, pressing your back against his chest and turning towards his closet, where a huge mirror adored one door.

And there, right between your buttcheeks, rested a jeweled plug. You moaned again at the sight and at the proud grin that was on both of their faces. Issei reached down, pressing his palm against the red jewel, slightly wiggling it inside. You threw your head back on his shoulder, grasping his wrist to press it closer against your core, nearly humping his arm in desire. “Now, now, no need to get ahead of yourself,” Hiro intervened, taking your hands from Issei’s arm. “If you beg nicely, we give you something you can fuck yourself on.” His grin was downright evil and it got even worse, when he pressed the vibrator from before against the plug, making it move inside you.

“Please, please, Hiro, Issei, please, I really want to come!” There were tears prickling in your eyes. The constant stimulation at your ass felt good, but it was nothing you could orgasm from. You needed something in your vagina. Something that fucks you, preferably.

“You know, maybe if you crawl a bit on your knees, it would help.” Your eyes went wide at Issei’s words, but obediently you slipped from his lap, getting on your knees in front of them. You crawled towards the door on all fours, hearing them groan behind you. “You know what we should invest in? A tail plug.” The thought of them making you literally your pet excited you, again clenching around nothing, but still wishing something was filling your other hole, too.

“Sit on my lap again.” Your back was once again pressed against Issei’s naked chest, your legs being kept open by his strong thighs. “Here, princess.” Hiro’s eyes caught yours in the mirror and with a playful smile, he handed you a medium-sized purple dildo. “Fuck yourself.” The command was simple. But you still hesitated. You never masturbated in front of somebody else before. It seemed kind of humiliating. But that thought was it, that made arousal shoot to your core once again. And with a firm nod, you lined the dildo up your entrance, slowly easing it inside.

Leaning your head back on Issei’s shoulder you began moving it inside your core, pleasure slowly filling your body with each thrust. “Look at us, princess.” You raised your head again, eyes meeting theirs in the mirror, fastening your pace and letting moans escape you.

A small cry left your lips once you found that special spot inside you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your movements became sloppier. On the one hand, you were desperately chasing your orgasm, but on the other hand, the pleasure was too much to have much control over your movements anymore. You cried for relief, when suddenly another hand closed around the dildo, continuing your thrusts with new harsh ferocity.

“I said, look at us!” Hiro growled in your ear, pushing the toy harder into you. After you took too long to react Issei closed a hand around your neck, pressing at the sides and forcing you to face the mirror again. It was a downright sinful picture. You were completely fucked out, so close to your orgasm, being chocked by one man and fucked with a purple dildo by the other.

With a cry you let your orgasm wash over you, clenching around both toys stuck inside you while throwing your head back on Issei’s shoulder once again.

“Fuck, you look filthy.” With a chuckle Issei broke the silence, his hand slowly falling from your neck again. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” With a smile Hiro fell to his knees in front of you, slowly tugging the dildo out of you. Next, it was the small plug. You groaned at the overstimulation, hips twitching.

“I don’t wanna. Can take more!”, you mumbled, trying to sit yourself up straight. With raised eyebrows Hiro shoved two of his fingers inside your asshole again, chuckling at the way you winced. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You’re here for the whole weekend, we don’t have to wreck you on the first day.” Issei got up with you in his arms, slowly carrying you towards the bathroom and filling the tub with water.

“But what about you?” Your eyes were big, trailing to their respective bulges in their sweatpants. “You wanna suck us off while we wait for the water?” Issei was gentle with you, setting you down on the soft mat in front of the tub, softly caressing your cheek. You nodded wildly and amused both men pushed their sweatpants lower.

You first took Issei in your hand, your tongue trailing up and down on his dick, wetting it before finally enveloping it with your mouth. A rough groan escaped him and his fingers weaved themselves into your hair, slightly fucking into your mouth when Hiro’s tip bumped against your cheek. You looked up and were immediately greeted with another groan. “Fucking hell, princess, keep looking at me!” Despite Issei’s words, you took his dick out of your mouth, moving on to Hiro, while jacking Issei’s now thoroughly wet dick off with your right hand. Hiro’s cock was a bit smaller and thinner than Issei’s and you couldn’t help but remember his words from before. Having both of them fill you at the same time was a new sexual fantasy that manifested itself in your mind in the last hour.

“Who knows, maybe tomorrow it will be in your ass.” He seemed to read your mind and you couldn’t help but moan again at the thought, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

You switched again back to Issei, who immediately started softly fucking your mouth, chasing his high. “Come on, princess.” Hiro groaned, taking over from your hand and jacking himself off even faster than you had done it before. You gagged around Issei’s cock, tears falling from your eyes but still desperately trying to please him. They made you come twice today. It was only fair you gave some back.

With a final moan, Issei pulled out of your mouth releasing himself all over your face, partly inside your mouth. “Keep your mouth open.” Hiro’s command was harsh, and his breathing labored. He was close, too. So you turned towards him, Issei’s cum still swimming inside your mouth, cheeks painted a delicious white.

Hiro managed to release most of his load inside your mouth, but he still got some spurts over your face and in your hair.

Panting both boys looked down at you, cooing at how cute you looked with their cum all over your face. “Swallow,” Issei instructed, holding your chin between his fingers. The mix of their seamen left a salty taste in your mouth, when you opened it again, to show them that you swallowed every last drop. With a groan, Hiro began scooping up the rest of the cum on your face and pushing it into your mouth. “You’re a cute little slut, aren’t you? Our slut.” With that possessive mark, he leaned down, letting his spit drop into your mouth, which was still held open by Issei, who repeated the action.

Their gazes on you were proud as you swallowed that second load also.

“You were great, princess.” Hiro was pressing kisses on the top of your breasts. All of you squeezed into the tub, washing each other carefully with a loofah they apparently got only for today. “Should we order some food?” You just nodded, leaning back onto Issei contently. “Wanna eat you.”

Hiro’s eyebrows rose and you felt Issei chuckle behind you. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“And here I was, wanting to be lenient since it’s your first time trying anal. But oh well. You asked for it, princess.” With a broad grin, Hiro heaved you out of the tub, haphazardly drying you both off with a towel, before both men were already leading you back to the bedroom.

You soon found yourself back in your previous position with your hips perched on top of the pillow and Issei’s fingers buried deep in your still stretched ass. The main difference was the vibrator stuck in your pussy and that you were trying not to choke on Hiro’s cock.

“Keep your legs open, princess. I will not hesitate to use a spreader bar.” The casual mention of the utensil made you wonder just how many sex toys those two had. Four of them were already used on you, but Hiro had told you that they started with the smallest plug, hinting at a bigger assortment.

“We really wanted to go easy on you, princess.” Issei sighed in mock sadness, quickening the pace of his two fingers, making you cry around Hiro’s cock. “But you just had to be even more filthy than we expected.” A harsh slap met your left asscheek.

“We already knew you were perverted since you didn’t ask one of us, but both to help you with your problem.�� Next was your right cheek. Hiro gathered your hair in one hand, tugging it back harshly to start fucking your mouth right away, making your saliva drip down from his cock and onto the bedsheets. Your hands desperately clawed themselves into his thighs while Issei still wrecked you from behind.

“You think you can take a third one?” Issei didn’t wait for you to answer his question, before dropping more lube onto your asshole, slowly easing his ring finger into your loosened hole. His other hand pushed the vibrating dick in your vagina even deeper and you had never felt as full as you did at that moment. The cry that you let out around Hiro’s dick showed them that you were close to coming, so, in a matter of seconds, everything was gone.

“No! Please, please let me cum!” Tears streamed down your face and if your mascara wasn’t already be rolling down your face due to the seamen shower you took earlier it certainly would now.

“Aww, you’re looking so cute all desperate and shit. Completely wrecked but still crying for more.” Hiro took your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together in the process.

Issei resumed his actions at your backside, this time not entering you with this finger, but another object. Another dildo you presumed. It wasn’t really that thick, so it was comfortable to have in you, but it was long. And when it started vibrating, every ounce of strength left your body, hands falling down onto the mattress, face only being held up by Hiro’s hand.

“Do you want to fuck her, or should I go?” The way they talked so casually about your body, like it was only another fucktoy, like the multiple ones they had lying around, made arousal shoot to your core, electing a desperate whimper from your lips.

“You can go, I don’t mind having her mouth. Besides, we have tomorrow and Sunday, too. I mean unless our little princess still hasn’t had enough?” Hiro’s voice was teasing, his fingers around your chin tilting your head up to make you look into his eyes.

“How desperate are you for our cocks, huh?”

“Please, please. I want it, I want your cocks, please, Issei, Hiro.” You were just babbling, hoping that it would be enough for them to finally fuck you.

You couldn’t believe that this encounter started off so soft, with them carefully massaging you, when they were now slapping your ass with each movement, spitting on you and talking to you like you were a slut.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Such a desperate princess. Well, since it’s still kind of your first time, we will give you what you want. But just know that it won’t come as easy the next times.” With that Issei finally rammed his cock into your waiting pussy and you cried out his name in pleasure, being rewarded by a harsh slap on your ass in an instant. Hiro shoved his cock back into your mouth, taking up a harsh pace immediately, slapping your hands down as soon as you wanted to take a hold of his thighs again.

“No hands.” He told you and you desperately tried to keep your head up for him to fuck your mouth all while Issei started moving the vibrator in your ass in the same rhythm he fucked into you.

It didn’t take long for you to come, the continuous stimulation with the thought of being used in every possible hole being enough for you. But they weren’t done.

Their pace didn’t slow down a bit, Hiro only going back to holding your face up for him. You could see in his eyes that he was not happy at all with your failure and you were sure you would encounter punishment for that soon enough. He spat down on your face again, spit mixing with the tears from your eyes, as his dick repeatedly hit the back of your throat.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is swallowing me whole, feels so good, come on, princess, just a bit more.”

Issei was groaning behind you, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Still, Hiro was the one finishing first, releasing on your face for the second time that night.

Once he let go of your head you immediately fell down onto the mattress, still being fucked harshly by Issei, who kept on moving the dildo in your ass. You felt another high approaching and apparently, they did too, since Issei started slamming into you even harsher. But when Hiro moved to rub your clit, you were screaming their names, body twitching, and hands clawing into the bedsheet.

You were sure you never came so hard in your life. Everything went numb for a second, but you realized what was going on, when the dildo got pulled out of your ass, leaving an empty feeling behind.

“You alright there, princess?” A soft hand weaved itself into your hair, turning your head to look at the two men who just showed you heaven on earth. You hadn’t even realized that Issei came as well, but the feeling of something dribbling out of your vagina was explained that way.

“You look so good, princess.” Hiro leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, fingers pushing a bit of his come into your mouth right after he detached himself. “Let’s take another bath, you seem to need it even more than before.”

Their hands were all over you, softly caressing every inch of your body, cleaning every last drop of spit, come and lube. “You looked so beautiful, all wrecked beneath us. And you did so well, too! I honestly didn’t expect you to take us this well on the first day.”

They were muttering continuous praises, making you feel all soft on the inside.

“Pizza is here!” You were nearly nodding off in Issei’s arms, blinking slowly as the words were whispered in your ear.

Hiro was missing from your other side, apparently retrieving said pizza, which the boys insisted on ordering, especially after you admitted to not having consumed any solid foods that day, to be extra clean for them.

Soon Hiro came crawling back into his bed, handing each of you their respective pizza. Sitting up, you felt a shoot of pain from your butt and winced. “Sore?” The grin on Hiro’s face was entirely too wide to be sorry. Stupid piece of shit.

If someone would look at you now, three friends sitting on a bed and eating pizza, while a stupid reality show played in the background, nobody would even think twice about it. Nobody would expect, that just a bit earlier, in the other bedroom across the hall, you were absolutely wrecked by them.

But you wouldn’t want it any other way, excitement already bubbling up in your stomach with anticipation for the days to come.

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