#the original those were the days already slaps but this????? AHH

[loki-hargreeves]

WHY HAS NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT JUDE YORK???? These go so fucking hard

[slvttysstuff]

REBOUND chapter 3

(jay jo x reader)

Chapter 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/slvttysstuff/738042134255583232/rebound?source=share

chapter 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/slvttysstuff/738478643741884416/rebound?source=share

summary: months after shelly and jay broke up he found himself in a relationship with you while he hasn't moved on yet from his past lover (shelly)

Warning: angst, grammatical errors

Note: I'll be taking some scenes from the original story line of wb and I'll be changing some of it also^^

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Weekend ended as fast as I thought and now I'm standing outside the room debating whether I should enter or leave and stay at home for a couple of days, Im not ready to see him yet..

Recalling what Vinny told me I closed my eyes as I hold my breath, slowly opening the door, Suddenly before I could fully opened it someone already did it for me, Dom screamed as soon as he saw me

" ahh- god! You scared me! " Dom yelled as he put his hands on his chest, I mumbled a small sorry to him " what are you even doing outside the door? " Dom asked " anyways, you're nerdy boyfriend is waiting for you " Dom continue as my eyes completely went from Dom to jay who was already looking at me though his glasses, I Immediately looked away not wanting to have staring contest with him

' just ignore him, what's so hard on ignoring someone..or just act normal like before when you were still on your right mind '

Suddenly vinny's words rang through my head, I grip my bag tightly, I looked back at Dom and giving him a small smile before walking inside the room, I sat on my chair that was near at the window, once I sat there, I took my books and start studying before the class started

I feel a pair of eyes looking at my way but I didn't bother to look who it was, it's pretty obvious that it was jay

Dismissal time appered and everyone was now leaving the room while the others were packing up their bags, I was currently putting my belongings back to my bag when minu entered the room and talking about having a training after class today as he asked if the others will be attending

" hey nerd you going? " Minu asked, " yeah " jay answered which made me feel nervous, I'll be training with him fuck.

" you're being quiet today y/n? Are you okay? " Yuna suddenly went to my side as she holds my shoulder looking at me, " i-im fine Yuna thank you " I answered smiling at her gently her worried look hasn't vanished yet, she looks like she's not believing what I said

" what about you y/n? You going? " Dom asked I looked at them who were already looking at me, I nodded my head as an answer " did something happened to the two of you? " Minu asked as he keeps on looking at jay and me " you haven't Interacted yet since this morning " Dom said agreeing on what minu said

maybe I should tell them now

Silence engulfed us, no one dared to talk or speak, I sighed feeling uncomfortable

" we broke up " I answered earning a shocking look from Dom, minu, yuna and Mia while jay was only looking down at his book pretending not to be bother by what I've said

" we should get going now guys so we can practice " I said I acted as if my words didn't hurt me, I gave them a small smile " don't think about what I said, it's completely fine, jay and I talked about it " we did not " right jay? " I said as I looked over to jay who looked at me after I called out his name, everyone looks at him waiting for his answer " yeah.." he answered

" I hope June recovers quickly" minu said as he sighed, last week June was gang up with some dudes, they beat him up and his bike then after some day jay also encountered the same guys who beaten June, luckily we were there to help jay

" I'll beat those motherfuckers when I saw them again " Dom said as he clenched his fists but only to received a slap on the head by Yuna " you idiot! Will you stop acting so though? Stop getting into fight! All of you " yuna said scolding us

" the tournament again was near, who do you think we will race next? " Minu brought up while everyone just shrugged their shoulders, I looked over to jay who was busy ready his book, we were currently having a rest that's why he took the opportunity to study again

" how can you move on when you kept on looking at him? "

Vinny suddenly said, I looked at him annoyed " I'm not looking at him " I lied " who are you looking at then huh? Idiot " Vinny said once again, I bit my lips not knowing what to say " t-the.." I stutter as I looked back at jay and starts looking for something to answer at vinny's question " yeah right! I was looking at the tree there! It was beautiful!" I said and pointed the tree, Vinny's looks turned sour as he gave me a ' the fuck are you saying ' look

" I swear! I was looking over the tree " I repeated as he rolled his eyes " idiot " he muttered, " I'm not an idiot" I said looking at him with full annoyance " I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to the tree " he said sarcastically, pointing the tree behind me I looked over to the tree and looked back at him only to see his finger pointing at me already, I slap his arms I was too bothered to not notice the eyes of the others looking at our way

" since when the two became so close? " Dom muttered receiving a ' I don't know either' from minu, yuna, and Mia

You also didn't noticed the looks that jay was giving at the two of you, and he can't help but to feel jealous at the scene...

im debating whether to let you ended up with Vinny or still at jay😭 what do you think?

[cuiizhu]

Helios Rising Heroes - Grandiose Chinoiserie

Chapter 9:

Faith: I see, a self-defense class huh…

Ren: Why do I need to explain this to you….

Faith: Thank you very much ���

Faith: So there are special missions that don’t involve either Substance or Eclipse. I kind of feel bad for you.

Ren: ………………

Marion: Shouldn’t you be hurrying back to that woman by now?

Faith: Isn’t that awfully cold of you? Since we’re already here anyways, let’s chat a little more.

Faith: Besides, I don’t really feel like returning to that girl.

Ren: Wh–.....

Faith: I originally meant to come here alone, but somehow I got caught on the way here.

Faith: She asked me to make up for cancelling on her the other day, so I had no choice but to bring her here.

Faith: It was pretty lucky I ran into you guys when things were starting to get troublesome.

Ren: ….I meant to ask, but what is that woman to you?

Faith: She’s one of my girlfriends.

Ren: One of…your girlfriends?

Faith: Ahh before I explain this any further, please don’t start preaching about dishonesty.

Faith: Well, I doubt that I’d hear those words from you anyways.

Marion: I don’t care what kind of relationship you have, but don’t waste the tea I made.

Faith: That’s what you’re concerned about?

Faith: Isn’t it fine, she’s tasting that batch….I’ll order another for myself.

Marion: You….

Faith: Sorry for the trouble~?

Faith: But I came here with the intention of enjoying some quiet time. Even with just tea, I want to savor it slowly by myself.

Marion: …….You really are a rude and selfish man.

Marion: You should know this, but I’m a mentor

Faith: Aha, of course I know that, but there’s no rule specifying any kind of hierarchy in Helios, right?

Faith: Maybe it’s because my mentors in particular are the way they are, but no one’s ever tried to reason it out like that to me, so it’s kind of refreshing♪

Marion: Refreshing….?

Faith: Hey, did you know this? We’re the same age, actually.

Marion: What are you implying with this?

Marion: Are you saying you don’t respect me as a mentor just because we’re the same age?

Faith: No, no, it’s not that I don’t respect you. I’ve always thought you were impressive for being a mentor even though we’re the same age.

Faith: Rather, since we’re the same age, I want us to get along.

Marion: ….get along?

Faith: Yup, yup. I can’t really explain it, but I think you and I make a good match.

Faith: Nothing much to be gained by making enemies, so let’s just get along♪

Faith: ….Ah, how about we shake hands as a sign of our new friendship?

Marion: [slaps Faith’s hand]

Marion: Don’t mess with me.

Faith: Oops….

Marion: Brad’s younger brother…..

Faith: …….!

Marion: Who should get along with you? Don’t talk to me so casually.

Faith: Hmm……. :/

Ren: Your personality’s as great as ever.

Faith: Eh? Is that a compliment?

Ren: ………………..

Faith: Aha, yeah I get it♪

Faith: In any case, Marion’s pretty interesting, isn’t he?

Ren: Oi, don’t test him or make him angry.

Faith: My my? Have you gotten that attached to Marion?

Ren: It’s not that I’m attached. It’s because when Marion gets mad, things quickly get complicated….

Faith: Ahh…. I’ve heard he got so mad, he broke the training room door.

Faith: That would certainly be something to keep in mind.

Ren: Your girlfriend…well the one you brought has been staring for a while now. You should hurry back.

Faith: Ehh, what should I do~?

Ren: Don’t cause trouble within the premises.

Ren: [walks off]

Faith: Aah man, I came here to relax…

Faith: Well, whatever. Guess I’ll be good as well and spare them more talk for today.

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you could call it love. ||okuyasu x fem! reader

AYOO MY LAPTOP CHARGER FINALLY CAME IN WHHAGAJBD OKU FIC IDEA I HAD. BIG SEROTONIN HOURS

word count: 3059

summary: Yn, distressed, calls Josuke Higashikata for romance help. She wants to ask out her other best friend, Okuyasu Nijimura. Uh oh, tomorrow is Valentine’s day, and she doesn’t know how to ask him! Josuke crafts a plan to help her out the only way he knows how: an obnoxiously complicated sequence of events that leave her tired, embarrassed, and ultimately, in a relationship with the boy she loves so much.

trigger warnings: none :)

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“That’s it, isn’t it?” He said smugly.

She could hear his idiotic grin from the other end of the line. Josuke Higashikata, the self-proclaimed “True Love” kind of guy, may just be right about his stupid title. Either what she had begun to say was absurdly obvious, or he really was a romance connoisseur. She sat pouting in a sort of petty mourning for her dignity as a howl of laughter came crackling from the other end of the phone. Tonight was the night before Valentine’s day, and she had just called for advice on asking out the third of her trio of friends, Okuyasu Nijimura. Josuke seemed to have already known.

“I knew it! Hahahah!” He beamed with a stupid fit of giggles. “Ahh, eheheh. Hoo. Yeah, Koichi owes me 500 yen.” He chortled. Her eyelids shot wide for a moment only to return to normal a second later and she sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. “You made a BET?” Those words sent Josuke right back into his childish fit of tear-inducing laughter. She truly couldn’t get a word in without being cut off by a wheeze. It wasn’t but another 30 seconds that went by before you heard a shout from who she knew to be Josuke’s mother, Tomoko. He tried to justify himself with an excuse he just so conveniently had shoved up his rear, but she gave him a firm slap and told him off for being so loud so late at night.

Tomoko raised her voice enough for yn to hear and apologized on her son’s behalf before asking her what she was doing up so late. “Well, Ms Higashikata, I was TRYING to get some advice, but he kept being all smug. Thanks for taking care of it for me.” Tomoko let out a single amused huff. “Advice? From JOSUKE? I think you had better reevaluate your options. I’m headed back to bed either way, if you wake me up one more time I’ll --” you didn’t get to hear what she said due to some sort of traffic on their end, but after a few “Hello?”s, Josuke got back on. “Ugh, sorry about that.” Which prompted a chuckle from Yn.

“Hey, don’t laugh!” He whisper-yelled as to avoid another Godforsaken encounter with his mother. “Whatever, I don’t care about that dude, it’s fine. But back to what we were originally talking about --” Josuke interrupted, “Ohh, right. Your little crush on Okuyasu.” She rolled her eyes and rested her head in her hands when he said the words. She hated when he was right. “Shut up. Yes. That’s why I called you . . . I don’t know what to do.” 

“Hehe, well you’re in luck! You called the right guy.”

“Ohh, I’m sure. Look, you gonna help me or not?”

“H-Hey! What’s that supposed to-- ugh, whatever. Yes, I will.”

“Alright, what’s your plan, then?”

“Oh, I’ve got a plan. Listen close . . .”

The next day, a Monday, is never a fun time for anyone. Even when it’s Valentine's day. She woke up with an impending sense of doom; apparently it isn’t just in movies. Higashikata’s plan sounded like something straight out of some romance manga, but at this rate there were no better options. In no way was she going to sacrifice the single shred of dignity she had left by asking him directly. She was a nervous wreck all morning -- her parents even stopped her as she was moping through the door with her bag nearly slipping off her shoulder. “Yn, hon, why are you leaving so early today? You usually leave around 20 minutes from now. You look miserable.” She looked to face her mom and dad in the eyes, mustered a convincing enough smile, and told them she simply wanted to be early today. In reality, this was all part of Josuke’s master plan. Her parents sighed and waved her off with a small smile, and she returned the gesture. She turned and began her walk to Budogaoka with her hands in her coat, fingers brushing over a wrapped box.

She carefully plucked it out and eyed it with anxiety. It was just like any other Valentine’s day gift box you’d see, but she really put her heart into this one. She even tied her own bow with the ribbon, which was a baby pink over the cool white box of all the sweets she knew he liked. Mostly just small chocolates you can find in any Russel Steven chocolate box, but they were all either coconut or had almonds in them. She hand picked them all at the fudge shop out of town just yesterday. She turned the box over and used her right hand to read over the namecard once more, just like she did all those times the night before. 

To: Nijimura Okuyasu

From:

And she so carefully made sure to leave the second spot blank, only in place leaving a neatly doodled heart just as Josuke had instructed. The sun was still below the horizon this time of day, but it was beginning to spill into the valleys nearby. A lot of strange people seemed to make their commutes this early in the morning, it seemed. A tall man with hair as green as grass and an odd diamond-patterned headband made his eyes on her, so she picked up the pace and jogged the rest of the way. 

The school doors were unlocked, and she seemed to be the very first student there. Perfect, things seem to be going well so far! She shut the glass doors behind her and quickly found the stairwell and began ascending to homeroom, the place where the students rest for a study hall as first period to finish homework and read. In this case, for students to exchange love letters and sugary treats. After struggling up three flights of stairs, she tiredly made her way to her homeroom. It was too early for this, she deemed. Directly as she reached for the door handle, she noticed someone in blue coming down the hallway. She gasped and turned to face the tall figure standing a distance away while she swiftly moved her hands into her pockets to conceal the box. She prayed that it wasn’t him.

Thankfully, it wasn’t. It was Yukako Yamagishi, from her and Okuyasu’s math class. She looked at Yn curiously as she walked before slowing to a halt and looking down at her with a curious -- yet still apathetic -- gaze in her eyes. “You usually aren’t here this early, Yn.” She shrunk back slightly under her classmates’ intimidating gaze. “Oh, uh, I’m just…” she stumbled, trying to regain herself from the early-morning startle she’d been given. Yukako quirked a sharp brow and looked down at her right pocket. “Your pocket… you’re hiding something.” It was this day that Yn vowed to never get on the bad side of Yukako Yamagishi.

“I -- uh, no! No, I’m not hiding ANYTHING. Really.” Yukako moved her gaze back to Yn’s face and stared knowingly into her eyes. “You didn’t seem the type to be a romantic. I’m surprised.” She said, the smallest of grins becoming present on Yukako’s lips. “I won’t tell. I’ve got my own gift to give today, so hurry. Whoever it is… I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” And with those words, she continued silently on her way to her classroom. Yn noticed a red chocolate box in her left hand as she walked.

Yn turned back around, still slightly shaken, and entered the classroom. Empty. She was sure that the teacher would have been here by now, but it seemed otherwise. This was it, then. The next phase of the plan. Yn anxiously approached Okuyasu’s window desk and cautioned herself before she placed the box down. She had a worried look in her eyes that hadn’t faltered since she grabbed the box off her dresser that morning. This was it -- she was going to confess to Okuyasu Nijimura the only way she knew how. She wasn’t really ready to fully comprehend what she was doing and she didn’t want to stick around long enough to start second guessing, so she pulled the box out of her right pocket and set it on his desk with the name card facing up. Her hand seemed to be shaking, but she quickly stuffed it back into the pocket and turned on her heel once more to exit the classroom.

Time to head to the women’s restroom. The hallways, thankfully, were still empty and droused in the early morning chill of late winter. The sun spread like warm honey across the walls and floor of the halls through the window as she paced to the bathroom. She pushed the door open and went inside, moved to get into one of the stalls and locked the door. She stopped and took in a deep breath -- this was the last phase. All she had to do was wait. She straightened out her long skirt and  sat down on the toilet in a way the material wouldn’t get wet. She reached into her bag and filed through the books within touch until she felt the familiar texture of the paperback copy of Pink Dark Boy she had grabbed from the shop two days ago. This was how she was going to spend the next half hour -- alone in the bathroom reading manga.

As instructed by Josuke, of course.

By the time she was on the last chapter, 30 minutes later, she heard the commotion of students that had gathered begin to thin out as the first period bell grew near. This must have been the right time then… he was here. She reluctantly closed the book, put it back into her bag, and left the stall after flushing to avoid suspicion. She washed her hands and pulled the door open to see other students in the halls exchanging gifts -- mostly the ones who didn't share first period together. She looked both ways to make sure Okuyasu wasn’t in her line of sight, and she noticed Yukako Yamagishi sliding an envelope into someone’s locker. Odd. Yn ignored it, stepped fully into the hall, and began the trek back to homeroom.

The sun had risen more since the last time she had seen it, the shadows and highlights were arranged differently from the last time her eyes were laid upon them. She made herself keep her head up high, just as Josuke said: “Don’t look suspicious! He’ll know something’s up if you do!” And because of that she kept her typical indifferent resting face present as she strode through her peers with fake confidence. What was she going to do with herself if he said no? The thought kept showing up in her mind and she continued to push it down. She didn’t have a plan B. If this didn’t work out, then…

She stepped into the door of the classroom and nearly stopped breathing.

Who was it but nearly every student, including Okuyasu and Josuke, surrounding Okuyasu’s desk. Josuke was feigning ignorance and speaking to Okuyasu, who was completely dumbfounded. The plan worked. Josuke caught sight of her in the corner of his eye and turned to face her. “Oh, hey! There’s Yn! Maybe she knows?” He called feigning ignorance with his hands on his hips and a grin threatening to crack on his face. Okuyasu turned around as well and noticed her standing in the doorway with her hands in her pockets and a flushed look on her face. She took a step forward and waved softly to her friends and the classmates that looked at her as well. “Hey, guys. What’s going on?” She asked with a nervous voice hidden by her false curiosity. Okuyasu excitedly motioned for her to come over to his desk with a wide-eyed look on his face.

“You’re never gonna believe it!” he shouted, his voice a bit scratchy like it usually is. She took a few steps over to the crowd surrounding the desk and stared at the box, which had yet to be touched by anyone it seemed. Was it that surprising? She stared at the box, her arms falling into an anxious position in her pockets. “No kidding! That for you?” She asked. Okuyasu nodded quickly and looked down at the box again with his hands on the desk. “Yeah! But look, look at the tag.” He pointed to the signature card she’d signed. “It ain’t signed! No one knows who sent it!” He called with his eyebrows raised and he looked back to her to see her reaction.

She had a small grin on her face when she saw how starry-eyed the boy seemed. It didn’t take much to excite Okuyasu, but he looked so purely ecstatic over this small box of chocolates. He looked so happy around her. He looked… happy… with her.. “Who do you think it was, Yn?” Josuke asked, a face of mock curiosity present on him. 

She swallowed her saliva and looked back at the box for a moment. What was the right thing to say here? If she told him right now, would it be too soon? How long should she draw this out for? “Well, Okuyasu,” she began slowly, gently turning to face him. He stood up straight and looked down at her expectantly, glad to hear any ideas she had. He always thought her ideas were good. His top lip was jutted ever so slightly and his head tilted to the side. “Who do you hope it is?” She asked. She didn’t sign it, so that gave her a back door if things took a turn for the worse. The air grew tense for all except the two boys. What was he going to say to her? Some of the students began to let their minds wander, some thinking that maybe Yn was the one behind the strange box.

“Who do I hope it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Well…” He began, resting his hand against his chin in thought. The gears in his brain were turning as he looked at the floor, trying to decide what to say. It looked like he knew the answer already, but didn’t know how to phrase his words. It was simple. Okuyasu wished it was her. He hoped so fully that Yn was the one who put this unsigned box on his desk. Sure, they were best friends, but he wanted them to be just a bit more. He actually had planned on saying something to her after school today, but this might put that in jeopardy depending on what happens. “I’d hope… it was someone really nice. And cute, too.” That garnered a chuckle from Yn and Josuke both. 

However, Josuke was growing impatient. The suspense was killing him -- both of them were too dense to say or realize anything. They’re practically dating already, and they don’t see that? He was gonna go crazy. He approached Okuyasu and put a hand on his shoulder. “I think those are good and all, but I think the person that left this is a bit more than that, don’t you?” He said, loud enough for most to hear. She flinched -- what was he getting at? Okuyasu nodded. “I guess so. She’d have to be pretty smart, too, to think up a whole plan. And just for me!” He joked with a small blush on his cheeks. “Makes ya feel special, don’t it?” Said Josuke with a growing grin. 

“Duh, of course it does!” Okuyasu said back, smiling too. Yn was clueless to whatever scheme Josuke was pulling right now, but it was making Okuyasu smile and that was okay with her. “Then let me ask you this -- is there anyone in your life that makes you feel special and nice like that? Maybe someone who gives you gifts and always asks how you’re doing and keeps up with you all the time in and out of school?” Okuyasu looked at him with a confused expression. “What’re you getting at? That’s weirdly specific.” He asked suspiciously. “Just answer me, do you?” Josuke pressed. 

“Well, yeah.”

He paused. The face that Okuyasu made was one he’d never made before. A light bulb flickered on inside his brain that made his eyes go wide and his head slowly turn back to face Yn with his lips parted in joyous disbelief. “H-Hey, are you saying…?” Josuke said nothing in the silence that followed. Every eye was on them; specifically on Yn. She was so tense, her shoulders were tight and her lips were pressed shut. He couldn’t believe it; it had really been her. “Yn, you’re the one…?” He took a careful step forward to her. “...” She didn’t say a word but she smiled softly at him. Her face felt like it was on fire -- a mix of  embarrassment and love for her best friend. He’s finally gotten it.

Okuyasu suddenly grew the biggest grin on his face and quickly reeled the girl into a bear hug. “It was really you the whole time!” She began to laugh and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Were… were you hoping it would be me?” she asked. “Yes! What are you talking about?! Who else would I want it to be?.” He cleared his throat and let go. “You’re so nice, and you always make sure to ask me how I’m feeling, and you’re just such a good friend!” She was getting more and more embarrassed. She thought it was endearing, she really did, but they were in front of everybody.

“Okuyasu,” she whispered to him. He perked up and leaned closer. “Let's meet on the rooftop after school. We’ll talk about it then. For now, you’ve got yourself a girlfriend.” She said with a shy smile. She leaned forward a bit more and pecked him on the cheek. His face grew a bright red and he grinned a big, toothy grin and nodded his head. “Alright.” And so the two went back to their seats, Yn followed by the girls and Okuyasu by the boys all to discuss what had just happened. Periodically though, in every class they had together from then on, they’d look over and give a little smile and shoot finger guns at eachother. This was really the happiest they both had ever been.

[believeitseeitdoit]

Back To School Night

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: cursing, fluffy as hell, overload of cuteness? Don’t read if you don’t like happy endings

Summary: you’re setting up your school classroom when your boyfriend Bucky comes to support you and save the day

This is an un-beta’d Drabble, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

You’re sweating like a whore in church as you set up the last of the chairs for your classroom. Every desk had a team logo and every chair had 4 tennis balls on the bottoms to prevent that horrid scraping noise. Your class theme this year was secret agents, and you used the old SHIELD symbol as your continuing logo. Each group was given a team mascot, a different avenger, and your desk was set up as the director’s office. You were insanely proud of how much work you had accomplished and put into this new adventure, finally getting your own classroom and students to teach, you hadn't stopped smiling for a week after you and Bucky had found out you got the job.

Climbing off the floor and dusting your knees off, you shoot a text to Bucky showing him your handiwork and get a thumbs up in response alongside an update on the meeting he’s in with Fury and Sam.

Bucky: I swear if Nick compliments the bird man again on his plans, ima slap a hoe.

You burst out a giggle at your boyfriend’s text lingo, and fire back a simple memo.

Y/N: Darling, murder is illegal, even for dead not dead ex assassin current hero super soldiers 😘.

Setting the phone back on your desk, you take stock of what else you need to be ready for the open house tonight. The interactive board is queued and your presentation bio for the families is ready, you have deodorant and your freshen up bag in your purse so you don’t actually look like a pig, and your work clothes are…. SHIT! You internally screech, you had left the other bag full of your nice clothes in the garage when you left this morning. Fuck fuck fuck, you continue to scold yourself while formulating a plan of how to get the rest of your room ready and get yourself taken care of in the next… hour?! Shit fuck shit damn it aghrrrrr FUCKKKKK ME!

You slap a palm to your forehead and decide to just roll with it. Quite honestly, leggings and a t-shirt in late July is not unheard of, and the parents might even appreciate your casual demeanor…. your boss is kosher, but you still worry about the impression you could make shine you have only been a substitute for her before now.

Instead of dwelling, you decide to speed through the finishing touches on your room; door decorations first, then the string lights in the reading corner, little airplanes and origami hanging from the ceiling tiles last. A few taps to the smart board bring up your classroom friendly Spotify and you get to work as The Lion King original soundtrack chimes through surprisingly decent speakers. The SHIELD logo and your handmade heli-carrier ramp lookalike instantly reinvigorate your spirit of setting up, and you sing along to the Disney tunes while you tack up the lights for a soft fairy glow.

Due to your rather pitchy and obnoxious rendition of “gonna make a man out of you”, you didn’t hear the knock at the door. So when Bucky slid up behind you and wrapped you in his arms for a hug, you screamed bloody murder and elbowed him in the gut.

“Ahh! Fuck what the- Bucky god damnit what are you doing?! You scared the hell out of me!” You run to pause the music and chastise your soldier for his sneaking.

“Doll, I did knock, but you were a little preoccupied getting ready for your Idol audition” he chuckled as he looked around the room.

“This looks great Y/N, your kids are gonna love this. I am so proud of you for finally getting your dream.” He wraps an arm around your waist and his vibranium hand in your hair to angle you up to meet his gaze.

Those eyes are more electrifying than a lightning strike, and a thousand times prettier, you can’t help but be sucked in by them. You smile and push up onto your toes, going in for a chaste kiss.

“I couldn’t have gotten this far without you baby, you have been there for me every step of the way. Now I have one question, can you reach up and fix that banner?” You look above him and notice a team symbol is out of sorts, conveniently the Falcon team.

Bucky chuckles and shifts the cardboard back into its frame, “Sam’s doesn’t deserve to be level, he needs the shift. Oh I came here for a reason, here you are my lady.” He picks up the bag you hadn’t noticed during your curse-scapade.

“Thank fucking god, omygod Bucky I fricking love you so much baby, I can’t believe I forgot it this morning I just had so much junk in the truck already and it slipped my mind.” You profusely thank your boyfriend and go to kiss him again when the intercom buzzes.

“15 minutes until open class night begins faculty, please be ready at your doors in 15 minutes!” The secretary calls out in her cheery voice, reminding you of your current debacle.

“Shit, ok, um I’m gonna change, can you just shut the door please? Stand guard or something so my principal doesn’t get an eye full of my sports bra or my boyfriend?” You run with the bag of clothing to behind your desk and quickly strip down the sweaty items and spritz a bit of smell good on between changes.

Bucky can help but smile at you and laugh as you fall sideways onto your ass trying to shimmy your work jeans on. The tight merlot dyed denim hugs you in all the right places, but in July your sweat does not help anything. Sparing you some bruised pride, he scoops you up and sets you onto the desk so he can help finish getting you ready.

“Doll, arms in the sleeves. I’ll button while you fluff your hair out of that ponytail and I grabbed your dry shampoo so use it. No greased pigs in the heli-carrier please.”

Bucky jokes with you while buttoning your sleeveless blouse.

A handful of minutes later, you are toeing on your ‘Jesus sandals,’ a knock off pair of Birkenstock’s that you love to wear for school. Bucky smiles from your desk chair and gives you a wolf whistle.

“Ya know what’s missing in this room?” He asks as he stands to hug you and walk to the front of the room by the doorway.

“What did I forget?!” You reply frantically, looking around for something else missing.

“Nothing love, I just think you need a sign that says Mrs. Barnes instead of Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky states casually as he pulls two items from his pockets.

You look into his hands and find a custom SHIELD office tag labeled “Mrs. Barnes” and a velvet box.

“Are you fucking serious, James Barnes? I just put on mascara!” You start to whimper and try to hold back the tears of joy.

“Soooo, is that a yes? You gonna be my wife? Make me the happiest man on the planet?” He asks impatiently.

“You bet your super soldier fine ass I am Bucky. But I’ll warn you, you’re gonna be coming to every school event from now on.” You wink at him before reaching up for a passionate kiss to seal the deal.

[bunnie-the-lighthouse]

𝑀𝒾 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓇, 𝑀𝒾 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇

Pairing: ATEEZ Jung Woo-Young & Reader

Warnings: Cursing & It’s Horrendously Long

Inspiration: My Friend & I Being Crackheads

Type: Fluff

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Ay man, how’s it going?” Woo-Young exclaimed while wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder -- San. “Oh, the ol’mighty Jung Woo-Young, the Dancing Champion,” he laughed as the younger smirked. “Are you ready for the Hípica*?” Woo-Young questioned while leaning onto his left hip.

“Ideay, el mae está bien preparado*,” San chuckled while looking at Woo-Young’s attire. The young one had a cotona*, ripped blue jeans with a leather belt, cowboy boots, and finally, a white panamanian hat* -- to stand out from the crowd. “Of course! You gotta be prepared for those events.. Plus, you gotta attract the ladies, man!” he laughed as San grinned and shook his head.

“Do you think there’ll be pretty ladies?” Woo-Young questioned as San shrugged, “Every Hípica is basically the same each year,” he trailed off while brushing his horse’s coat. “Well, up to a point that’s true, but I’m sure that this year’s Hípica will be great,” the younger comforted.

By ten in the morning, Woo-Young and San were at the Hípica, getting prepared for the races and championships. The Dancing Champion petted his horse, an onyx black stallion who adopted the name of ‘Sombra*’.

“Woo-Young-Ah! ¡Los otros ya están aquí*!” San called as the Champion turned around and saw the other ATEEZ members, Seong-Hwa already on his snow white stallion ‘Maltese’, Yeo-Sang on his pinto black and white stallion ‘Gallopinto*’, and finally -- San on his dark brown mare, ‘Gitana*’.

Sombra, Maltese, Gallopinto, and Gitana were the four horses that would compete in the Hípica as the other members were there for support or to help out in their family businesses. For some context, Hípicas are basically small equestrian festivals where people around the country would meet up in one city and showcase their horses’ skills.

The first few races went by, and with Maltese’s agility skills, ATEEZ were able to win against the others. Gallopinto was a master at jumping over fences while Gitana was fast and resistant, being able to dash long distances without getting exhausted.

Now, while the three other members were resting, it was now Dancing Champion Woo-Young’s turn. He clicked his tongue, guiding Sombra as the speakers started playing some tunes, making Sombra immediately react and start dancing (aka trotting in synchronization and order).

The crowd cheered loudly as only Sombra’s moves were truly aweing -- overshadowing the other horses that were partaking in the same competition. And, as the song was ending, Woo-Young got off his horse and danced with the music, moving his hips and gracefully yet sharply executing other moves.

As children ran by to go and play, the ATEEZ boys were eating under the outdoor tent, taking a break while drinking some Cacao* and Chicha*. "Ahh.. Now we have the rest of the day to have fun," Woo-Young sighed out in relief as the heat was starting to get a bit intrusive. After all, it was around one or two in the afternoon. "Indeed, but I think I may be helping my family during the evening since, you know, more people come in order to eat," Hong-Joong chuckled.

The boys then continued on speaking while Woo-Young was distracted by something. You. You were wearing a red güipil* that revealed your shoulders, ripped jeans, and also cowboy shoes. Your hair was styled into a waterfall braid together with some sacuanjoche flowers* that were embedded into the braid.

One of the flowers then fell down, and unknowingly, you walked away into a crowd. Woo-Young placed down his cups and ran towards the dirt street, reaching down to pick up the lone flower. He then looked at the crowd to see if he could find you again..

“Mae, you’ve been holding onto that flower for ages now,” Yeo-Sang stated as Woo-Young twirled the flower, “Of course, because I am searching for the owner of it,” he replied while looking lovestruck.

It was now around five in the evening, the sun setting, coloring the sky with hues of orange, purples, pinks, reds, and blues. Woo-Young then saw you again, helping your family sell the Fritangas* that you guys would make.

The speakers then started playing a cumbión*, making people leave their seats and get into the center of the streets to start dancing. This made Woo-Young have an idea. A perfect one. He took this as an opportunity to stride his way towards the small restaurant.

“Buenas*,” he called as you looked at him with doe eyes, “Buenas, como le puedo servir*?” you asked as he then pulled out the flower. “Is this yours?” he asked as your eyes widened. “Ah!.. Thank you so much for finding it,” you smiled, reaching out to hold it.

He then did a soft, graceful turn, beginning his dance slowly, catching you off guard. “Come! It’s time to celebrate! Don’t you want your flower back?” he asked while his hand was out for you to hold. You chuckled at his smoothness, walking towards him and holding onto his hand, following him into the dancing mob.

You guys danced to the music, feeling it. And as he twirled you, he placed the flower back, snuggling it with the other sacuanjoches. As you then turned back to face him, he smiled lovingly, “Eres como una flor bella, mi amor,*” he whispered, flustering you.

“Gracias*.. I still haven’t caught your name,” you said as he chuckles, “The name’s Jung Woo-Young,” he responded as the song was coming to an end. “(Y/N). I think you should know who my brother is,” you stated as he then held onto your waist and pulled you close, as an ending pose.

You and Woo-Young were close to each other, your lips almost touching as you both could agree that you both fell in love with each other. At least, have a crush. “¡Ayyyy! ¿Qué estás fucking haciendo?*” Hong-Joong yelled as he held onto your shoulders and pulled you away from Woo-Young.

“This is my brother,” you ended as Woo-Young did a small pout. “Hyung!~” he then whined as Hong-Joong looked at him disgusted. “No! I’m not letting you date my sister,” he said as Woo-Young then smirked and winked at you.

“Ma! We have to be care-- Hey!” Hong-Joong exclaimed as Woo-Young snatched you from Hong-Joong, holding your hand tightly as you laughed and followed him. He then whistled as Sombra trotted towards you guys.

He helped you up and later followed, clicking his tongue, making the horse catch the sign and start galloping. “Jung Woo-Young!--” Hong-Joong yelled loudly as Woo-Young took you away from the Hípica.

“Sorry for my actions, mi flor.. But I now find myself incapable of living without you. You make me want to pinch myself in order to make sure that I am not dreaming.. So, mi flor. Where do you wanna head to?”..

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hey fellas, it’s time for me to give y’all a Spanish Vocabulary Glossary thing because yes, I speak fluent Spanish. 

Hípica: Equestrianism. Basically Horse Competitions And Stuff Like That. 

“Ideay, el mae esta bien preparado”:

This needs some information. “Ideay” is colloquial, it can mean: “Seriously?”, “What next?”, “Oh well,” and many others.

In this context, the translation would be: “Seriously?! This dude is well prepared”. (Mae = Dude/Bro <- Between Friends Or Relatives [If Those Relatives Accept It])

Cotona: It’s Literal Translation Is Cotton Shirt. However, It Is A Sort Of National/Typical Dressing In Some Latin American Countries. (Examples: Facebook.com)

Panamanian Hat: (According To Wikipedia, Because I Am Not Panamanian But I Had A Friend Who Lived There,) A Panama hat, also known as an Ecuadorian hat or a toquilla straw hat, is a traditional brimmed straw hat of Ecuadorian origin. (Examples & History: Ultrafino.com)

Sombra: Shadow

“¡Los otros ya están aqui!”: “The others are here!” 

Gallopinto: A Typical Food In Some Latin American Countries. As For Some Latin American Countries, It Is Basically Red Beans And White Rice Cooked Together. The Literal Translation Is Spotted Rooster. (Example & History: Wikipedia.com)

Gítana: Literal Translation Is Gypsy (To Me, The Spanish Meaning Is Better lol). 

Cacao: Delicious Drink. It Is Basically Made With White Rice, Milk, Cacao Seeds. You Can Add Spices Or Sugar To Your Taste. It’s Absolutely Amazing. (Example & History: Nicaraguanrecipes.com)

Chicha: Another Delicious Drink. It Is Basically Dried Maize/Corn Kernels. Sounds Weird, But It Is Good! (Example (You’ll Have To Scroll Down): Eater.com)

Güipil: It’s A Typical/Traditional Tunic/Garment That Is Used By Women In Latin America For Dancing Traditional Dances. It Is Also Made Of Cotton. (Example: Petersalgado.blogspot.com)

Sacuanjoche Flowers: It’s The National Flower For Nicaragua! A Beautiful One. (Examples & History: Granpacifica.com)

Fritangas: It’s A Type Of Typical Food In Nicaragua, It Contains Barbecued Beef, Pork, Tajadas (Friend Plantains), Yucca Roots, And Others. (Examples & History: Theculturetrip.com)

Cumbión: A Fuckin’ Good Shit Ass Song Bro. It Can Be A Latin American Or Caribbean Song That Fucking Slaps -- Makes You Wanna Move And Dance. 

The Song I Placed Is Titled “No Le Pegues A La Negra” Which Translates To “Don’t Hit/Beat The Black Girl”. The Song Is Basically Trying To Talk About How Natives And Africans (Specifically In The Caribbean) Felt About Colonization In The 1600s. <- I’m A Sort Of History Geek)

“Buenas”:

This One Needs Some Explanation. Some United State Students May Confuse This As “Goods” Or Like “Those Are Good (When The Context Is For Example: “Esas Son Buenas”). However, “Buenas” Can Also Work As A Greeting! “Buenas” Can Be Like “Hello” Or “Hi”. It Is Generally Used When Entering Shops Or Friends/Relatives’ Houses. 

“Buenas, como le puedo servir?”: “Hello, how can I serve you?”

“Eres como una flor bella, mi amor,”: “You are like a beautiful flower, my love,” 

“Gracias”: “Thanks” / “Thank you” (Hehehe.. Thanxx)

“¡Ayyyy! ¿Qué estás fucking haciendo?”: “Hey! What in the fuck are you doing?” 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

And that’s it! Now you understand the story better lol. (Or maybe you already did)

As obvious as it is, yes, I know how to speak Spanish and I was born in a Latin American Country -- Granted, I exposed it and it’s Nicaragua. 

Anyway, I think I won’t ramble much since this is long...

But! Thanks so much for reading and the support! Have a great day/night!

[novelist-becca]

Snow Day

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Eda Clawthorne and Luz Noceda

Summary: The Owl Family has fun at the Knee, but then it all goes south.

AO3 link here FFN link here

Luz hadn't even noticed until it was too late.

She'd managed to convince Eda to take her to the Knee to see if they could find more glyphs. They had King and Lilith tag along too, since they didn't have anything better to do.

Thankfully they were alone this time, devoid of distractions. Or so they thought.

Luz took the time to practice her ice glyphs in the snow, and even on some trees to see what happened. As she expected, the ice pillar didn't stay on the bark. Disappointed, but not surprised. She looked over at Eda, who looked frustrated as she couldn't get her ice glyph to work. Lilith looked like she was in the same state. Must have a lot on her mind, Luz thinks to herself. Looking down at the snow, she smiles mischievously, getting an idea.

Eda was about to crumple her fifth piece of paper when something hit her shoulder. “AH! Hey!” She dropped the notebook and pen and looked up. Her apprentice was smirking and holding a snowball in her hand. Next to her, Lilith had snow in her face. Suddenly practicing spells were tossed aside. She scooped up some snow of her own.

“Ohohoho…you are going to pay for that.” Eda snarled playfully, and Luz got ready to run.

Lilith had an irritated look on her face. “But what about--” BLAM! Snowball to the back.

“Too chicken to have a little fun, Goody Lily-shoes?” Luz stuck her tongue out at her.

Lilith growled, though she wasn't being vain. Snowball in hand, she joined her sister. A little fun won't hurt.

Luz and Eda were already chasing each other around the trees, laughing as they tried to throw snow at each other. Luz’s snow landed Eda in right in her gut.

“HEY! Get back here, kid!”

“Catch me if you caaaan!”

“The King of Demons will defend you, Luz!”

King had joined the snowball fight on Luz’s side, throwing as much snow as he could, his snowballs sometimes missing, sometimes hitting Eda or Lilith’s legs. Eventually, Luz and King hid behind a tree, the sisters doing the same.

From behind her hiding spot, Luz waited. A minute passed…and she threw with all her might.

“OOMPH!”

It was a tie. Both Luz and Eda hit their target. Snow slid off both their faces before they both spiraled into a laughing fit. Eda suddenly tackled her apprentice to the ground, squeezing her as hard as she could before rolling them both over, both laughing happily. King joined the hug while Lilith leaned against a tree, catching her breath. She was trying not to laugh from the adrenaline rush.

It was nice to have some fun after everything that's happened.

“AHH, noo…betrayaaalll!” Luz said in a dramatic way.

Eda would admit, that was fun. Just like last time, they'd gotten distracted from their main goal, but this time it happened in a good way.

“Ha…you've got good aim, kid!” She laughed.

“I learn from the best!” Luz said.

“I will admit, that was…fun. I actually enjoyed that!” Added Lilith.

They all got up and started walking until they got back to their original spot. Luz decided to help her mentor keep practicing the glyph, despite Eda’s protests that she almost got it.

~

About a minute passed, she finally did it. Eda tapped the rune and an ice pillar just like the one Luz could make came out of the ground. Luz was practically glowing as she hugged the witch tightly.

“I knew you could do it!” She squealed excitedly. A surprised Eda wrapped an arm around the girl just as tightly.

Beside them, Lilith smiled at her sister and the human, happy that despite everything she's been through, and everything she put her through, Edalyn was found.

Unfortunately, a gust of wind blew the rest of their paper off their rock, causing Luz to let go and without thinking, run after them.

“Nononono! We need those!”

“Luz, wait!”

Finally, Luz gathered as many pieces of paper as she could. The adrenaline rush blocked out the frantic voices yelling for her to get off.

Luz turned around and noticed Lilith, King and Eda's extremely concerned faces. She heard faint cracking beneath her, but didn't notice until it was too late.

“NO!”

Everything was cold when Luz fell into the water. It filled her boots and weighed down her coat, making it hard to swim or even stay afloat. “Eda! Eda help me!” She cried out. The figures above her were the last thing she saw before everything went dark.

~

When Luz fell through the ice, Eda felt more scared than she ever felt before. Anything King or Lilith said to her was blocked out.

She felt her heart racing, running to the lake and almost tripping on the way.

“No no no no no no no!” She gasped. Eda drew a circle in the air, intending to magic her kid out of the frigid water, but the circle faded, reminding her of her current state. “Urrgh, dammit!” She growled, hands shaking. Eda could see a limp Luz floating in the water, close enough to the surface where Eda could grab her.

Without thinking twice, Eda tore off her hat and quickly half-dipped herself in the water, her legs staying on land. As quickly and carefully as she could, Eda hooked her hand around the collar of Luz’s coat and pulled. As soon as the girl was close to her, she felt her sister and King tug harshly against her own coat, hauling them out of the water.

When Eda was done coughing, she looked over at the limp body beside her. “Luz!” She cried, quickly taking her apprentice in her arms. “No, no! Come on. Luz, open your eyes. Don’t leave me, kid! Please just wake up!” Eda wailed, frantically shaking the limp child. She gently brushed the hair out of Luz’s face, her hand cradling her cheek. The girl looked like she wasn’t breathing. Gold and grey eyes took in the cold and pale skin. Eda thought she could feel her heart stop.

“Please, no…just open your eyes…Luz…” Eda held her child close and tight as she sobbed. “It's gonna be okay, I'm here…I'm right here…” Luz couldn't be dead. They were both having a fun time minutes ago, and then this happened. Eda loved this girl like she was her own. She won't deny it. She knew Luz had her own mother to go back to, but Eda couldn't help but feel the need to take care of her. And at every turn, Luz made her proud. Eda didn't want her to go.

Lilith stood by, watching the heartbreaking scene before her. She never imagined Edalyn to fit a maternal role, but it was clear she loved this human girl with all her heart. It made her feel worse about what she almost did to her at the bridge back then.

But right now, she looked devastated as she held the girl close.

A sputtering cough brought Eda back to the present.

“LUZ!” Cried the witch, holding her back. The girl was coughing the water out of her lungs. Eda helped her into an upright position, patting her back and rubbing her arms, hoping to bring some sort of warmth. “That's it, deep breaths. You're okay.” Eda was trying to breathe as well, still shaken up from what just happened.

“Eda?” Luz asked, looking up at the woman. The color was slowly returning to her face.

“Yeah. Yeah, it's me, kiddo.” Eda smiled, almost crying in relief. “Don't do that ever again, okay?” Scooping the girl into her arms once more, Eda slowly stood up to head back home, with King on her head. It was best to get her warm first, then talk later. “You're going to be okay, I promise.”

~

“Hiya guys--”

“Shut it, Bird Tube.” Lilith grit her teeth at the annoying creature.

“Fine! Hoot!” Then the door slammed shut.

“Shit, shit, shit, we need to get her warm, she's gonna freeze to death!” Eda rambled as she set a shivering Luz down on the couch. She looked at the fireplace. “We need a fire!”

“Th-there's emergency g-glyph in my bag-g.” Luz stuttered, pointing at her messenger bag on the coffee table.

Eda nodded and dug through the bag until she saw the glyph that looked like a picture of a flame, brought three over to the fireplace, and slapped them over the logs, sighing in relief when the flames appeared. She went over to Luz and helped her to the fire. “Here, let's get you out of that coat, it's sopping wet.” She glanced at Lilith. “Lily, can you get me a basket and some blankets?” She asked.

“Of course.” And she left, wasting no time.

Eda helped her kid out of her coat and boots, before taking hers off as well. She wasn't the only one drenched and shivering. But Luz was more important right now.

Lilith came back with a laundry basket, putting the discarded winter clothing in it, and then draping thick blankets over Luz and Eda. “I'll just…leave you two be.”

Eda had sat next to Luz, who was holding out her hands near the fire, sighing in the relief it brought. Noticing her still shaking, she brought a hand up to rub her back. Luz looked at her. “Are you okay?”

The witch snickered. “Am I okay? I should be asking if you’re okay! You scared me!”

Luz chuckled. “Normally I would be like ‘I'm fine’ but that's obviously a lie.” She said hoarsely.

Eda smiled. She's glad the spark wasn't gone, but the vision of the kid, her kid, in her arms, limp and freezing, would haunt her for years. She brought the girl into her arms, holding her close and stroking her hair.

“Eda?” Luz hugged her back.

“You weren't even breathing…” the woman was holding Luz as if she would vanish if she let go. “I was so scared of losing you. I just got you back.”

Luz closed her eyes and snuggled closer to her mentor. “You won't.”

[karajaynetoday]

family means nobody gets left behind—or forgotten | ashton irwin

Thank you so much to everyone who has interacted with part one of the godparent!Ash series so far! I’ve decided to call it “Charlie Rose, ten fingers, ten toes” in honour of our favourite sassy, loving, hilarious little goddaughter. Part two explores the family holiday I included in the original blurb, and depending on what you all think, we’ll see if there’s enough interest for a part 3 and beyond! For those of you currently in summer, remember to always hydrate, be sun smart and don’t forget to slip, slop, slap!!! 

(Also I have no idea if toddlers/small children can typically speak like Charlie does in this part, they probably can’t, but let’s just call it artistic license lol)

Part one here | send thoughts/feedback/suggestions here | more writing here 

Word count: 4.4k words (the longest thing I’ve written for tumblr, oooof)

Warnings: There’s like two swear words?

(This is a fem reader insert)

A few months after Ashton had come to your babysitting rescue, Alice and James toyed with the idea of flying back to Australia for Christmas. But the reality of a fourteen hour flight with a wriggly toddler was just not something they wanted to deal with, at least not yet, so instead they settled on a holiday to Hawaii. Naturally, they begged you to come along (“Charlie will miss you too much if you don’t!”), and Ashton had a last minute band schedule change that meant he could join you for ten days of sand and sunshine on the island of Maui. So despite the butterflies you were feeling, you found yourself sitting besides Ashton (who had graciously given you the window seat) on the 6 hour flight to Honolulu. 

Charlie was well-behaved for the first few hours, but at about the four hour mark she started squirming in her seat and demanding to be let out to run up and down the aisles. James took her for a few laps of the plane, but that wasn’t enough and if you didn’t do something soon, you’d have a full-blown Charlie Rose meltdown on your hands. Out of nowhere, Ashton produced an iPad with a drumming app on it, and pulled Charlie into his lap and plugged in her toddler headphones. You all collectively breathed a sigh of relief when Charlie clapped her hands in excitement, and “playing” the drums kept her entertained for the remainder of the flight. Uncle Ash to the rescue, once again. 

After a brief stopover in Honolulu and a short flight across to Maui, you had finally arrived at your hotel, which was right on the beach in Ka’anapali. It was a boutique hotel that mostly had private villas with ocean views, and you found yourself praying for a nice comfy bed sometime soon as you and Ash kept Charlie entertained while James and Alice checked in at the front desk. They seemed to be taking longer than you’d expect, but you also figured your brain was exhausted so who even knew what the concept of time was anymore. Charlie had climbed onto Ashton’s lap and was poking his cheeks, and you caught yourself smiling like an idiot as you watched the two of them giggle together. They truly were two peas in a pod, Ashton and his darling Charlie Rose. 

Finally, Alice and James made their way over to you, room keys and luggage in hand. There was a look on Alice’s face that you couldn’t quite figure out, but James spoke up before you could ask her what was going on.

“So, turns out they messed up our booking, and they only have a two bedroom villa for us, not three.” James said slowly, his gaze flicking between you and Ashton.

“So, Charlie has to bunk in with you guys? That seems fine… right?” You said slowly, not quite understanding what the issue was.

“Nah, we wanted the 3 bedroom villa so you and Ash would have a room each. But now you’ll have to share a room. And… also a bed?” James continued, with a look on his face that silently begged you not to murder him on the spot.

You could feel the heat starting to rise in your cheeks, and you opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. 

“Fine by me if it’s fine by you, darlin’.” Ash spoke up from behind you, where he was currently holding Charlie upside down by her legs and she was shrieking in delight. 

“Sure, no problem. Besides, nothing we can do about it, right?” You responded, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. Damn it, there were those butterflies again. 

You headed across to your villa, and to say it was beautiful would be an understatement. There was a small kitchen and living area that overlooked a deck with direct beach access and a breathtaking view of the ocean, and then there were two bedrooms either side of the kitchen with their own bathrooms and sliding doors with access out onto the deck as well. The resort staff had already brought in a high chair and a portable cot for Charlie, so you and Ashton put your luggage into the other bedroom while James and Alice got Charlie settled into her new surroundings. A resounding “YES!” met your suggestion of room service pizza for dinner, and you sat out on the deck with Ashton, Alice, James and a very tired but stubborn Charlie and watched the waves roll in as the sun set above them and you waited for your food to arrive. 

After you consumed your pizza, and Alice and James retired to their room (and their somewhat arduous task of convincing Charlie that yes it really was time for bed, and yes, you and Uncle Ashton would still be there for cuddles and playing tomorrow, and no, they wouldn’t go swimming in the ocean “like Moana” without her), you stayed out on the deck a little longer, transfixed on watching the waves crash into the shore and listening to the peaceful sounds of your surroundings. 

Ash had trekked inside about ten minutes earlier to take a shower and get ready for bed, and the sound of the sliding door opening broke you out of your tranquil ocean reverie.

“Bathroom’s free, if you need it. I’m gonna read my book in bed, but don’t worry about disrupting me, do whatever you want to.” Ashton’s cheerful tone cut through the clear night, and you turned to see him in the doorway to your room, shirtless and slightly damp from his shower. You trailed your eyes down his body before you caught yourself and cleared your throat hurriedly. “Thanks, I’ll be in in a minute.”

After taking a moment to regain your composure, you shuffled into the bedroom where Ash was, sure enough, sitting under the covers and reading a book. You avoided eye contact as you gathered your pyjamas and toiletries before heading into the bathroom. You may have taken longer than usual to shower and work through your evening skincare routine in the hope of avoiding awkward pillow talk with Ashton, but he was still awake and reading silently when you peeked out the bathroom door. Damn it. It’s fine. You’re adults. You’re friends. You’re single adult friends who can share a bed platonically. It’s fine. The voice inside your head was particularly vocal tonight, and you took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door and stepping back into the bedroom.

Ashton glanced up at you and smiled gently, before resting his book in his lap.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking the right hand side. I like to wake up with the sunrise, so I figured this way the light from the window would hit me but not you!” Ashton chirped, patting the bed.

“Oh no worries, that works for me!” You tried to match his enthusiastic tone, but god damn you were nervous. 

You quietly folded your clothes and put them into your suitcase, before retrieving your headphones from your purse and slipping into bed beside Ash. Your pyjamas for this summer vacation were an old band t-shirt and some bike shorts, and all of a sudden you were self conscious about the amount of exposed skin they gave you, with Ashton mere inches away. You pulled up the covers as high as they would go, being mindful not to tear any blanket space from Ash, and opened up the mindfulness app on your phone in search of your nightly wind-down meditation and sleep soundtrack (which was a soothing loop of rain and ocean noises). Pressing the on button on your wireless earbuds, you let out a sigh when they flashed red at you, indicating no battery. 

“Damn it.” You muttered under your breath, reaching over to plug them into the charger you’d set up for your phone on the bedside table. You would be able to get to sleep eventually without the meditation, but you knew the anxiety of having Ashton so close to you (but also so far away) was going to keep you up for hours.

“You good?” Ashton asked softly, marking his page in his book and closing it, adding it to the bedside table on his side of the bed. 

“Ahh.. yep. All good. I just usually do a meditation to help me sleep, and listen to some white noise during the night, but my headphones are dead so I’ll have to go without. But I’m sure I’m tired enough from the flights that I’ll be asleep in no time!” You tried to play it off as totally fine, but you could hear the nerves in your own voice. 

“Why don’t you just play it off your phone? I’m down for a meditation and some white noise, sounds like a recipe for a great night’s sleep on our first night in paradise to me.” Ashton angled his body towards you as he spoke, propping his head up with his elbow in the pillow. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to fuck up your routine or anything Ash, it’s supposed to be a holiday and I know you’ve been so busy with the band these past few weeks - “ You babbled nervously, hands fiddling with the bedspread you were tucked under until Ashton reached over and squeezed your hand in his reassuringly.

“I’m sure. Let’s do it.” His tone was firm but gentle, as he used his other hand to switch off the bedside lamp and snuggled down under the covers. You did the same on your side of the bed, and hit play on the mindfulness app as you were bathed in darkness.

“Welcome to your wind-down meditation. Let’s begin by closing our eyes, and focusing on our breath. Breathe in for four counts, hold for seven, and then breathe out for eight. In, two, three, four…” You could feel your heart rate steadying, as you closed your eyes and concentrated on your breathing. As you drifted towards sleep, you were vaguely conscious of Ashton lying beside you, also breathing deeply, his hand still intertwined with yours under the covers. 

The next morning, you were awoken by the sunlight streaming in through the window, and some whispers and hushed giggles outside your bedroom door that sounded suspiciously familiar. You stretched out your legs, and suddenly became very aware of another set of legs that were slotted amongst your own, and an arm that was loosely pressed into your side. Half of your brain began to panic about the crossed boundaries and impending awkward conversation you were bound to have when Ash woke up and realised he was spooning you; but at the same time, the other half of your brain was calm, and letting you enjoy how safe and serene it felt to have woken up in Ashton’s warm embrace. 

Before you could decide whether to stay put or break up the current scenario happening beneath the sheets, the door that led out to the kitchen creaked open, and Charlie Rose shuffled into your bedroom still dressed in her Mickey Mouse pyjamas. You squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating her next move, and gasped loudly in mock surprise when Charlie clambered up onto the bed and launched herself at you and Ashton, giggling in delight.

“Gooooood morning! Time for SNUGGLES!” Charlie proclaimed in her sing-song voice, bouncing up and down on the bed where your feet were. You and Ashton both groaned, and rolled apart from each other to sit up in bed. You immediately missed his body heat, but your heart burst when Ashton leaned forward and tackled Charlie into the bedspread, tickling her and smothering her face in kisses.

“Good morning, Charlie Rose. Did you have a good sleep?” Ashton asked, brushing Charlie’s crazy bed hair out of her eyes as she snuggled into his arms and maneuvered herself under the covers. 

“Yep!” Charlie said, popping the P sound loudly. “Did you sleep good, Uncle Ashta?”

“I sure did, angel. Are you excited to go to the beach today?” Ash continued, rolling over so Charlie was snuggled in between both of you.

“Yay, beach! Did you sleep good because you got to snuggle with auntie? Mama says she always sleeps good when Dada gives her cuddles.” Charlie asked innocently, peering up at both of you with her big brown eyes. 

You felt your face get hot, and your mouth was suddenly dry, when Ashton shot you a wink and tapped Charlie’s nose affectionately. 

“I sure did, Charlie Rose. You know your auntie gives the best snuggles, don’t you?” Ashton said teasingly, as he kissed Charlie’s head gently.

“Yeah! BEST snuggles!” Charlie exclaimed, wriggling her tiny body towards yours and smacking a slobbery kiss on your cheek. Ashton laughed, and stretched his arms above his head. Damn, that chest though.You shook your head to clear it of the train of thought you were about to delve into. Not the time for that. 

“You two stay here and snuggle, I’m going to get us some breakfast, alright?” Ashton spoke, leaning over to kiss Charlie’s forehead before moving to stand up out of bed.

“Nuh-uh, Uncle Ashta! Kisses for auntie too, good manners!” Charlie said, her tone suddenly serious and slightly demanding. Ashton laughed heartily, before a solemn look crossed his features. 

“You’re right, Charlie, that was rude of me. Kisses for auntie.” He said gently, locking eyes with you for the first time all morning, before leaning over and pressing his lips to your temple. 

“Better!” Charlie half-yelled, smacking her own kiss onto your forehead. Ashton chuckled, before pulling a shirt over his head and stepping out to the kitchen, where you could hear Alice and James pottering around and making coffee. Your face was still hot, and your mouth was still dry, but after a few more moments of snuggles with an increasingly wriggly Charlie, you pulled yourself out of bed and made a start to the day. 

After a short breakfast and a discussion about what was on the itinerary for the day, you broke off into your separate rooms to get ready for a trip to the beach as the first activity. 

Ashton was quicker at getting ready before you, and by the time you emerged in your bathers and a t-shirt dress as a pullover, he was in the lounge with a very excited Charlie who was almost literally bouncing off the walls, while Alice and James were packing supplies for a beach picnic in the kitchen. 

“Now, Charlie Rose, what are the rules for the beach?” Ashton asked firmly, gently gripping Charlie’s shoulders to get her focus. 

“Stay with a grown up. Don’t talk to strangers. No ocean by myself. No throwing sand.” Charlie listed dutifully, twisting her hands together.

“Good. And what do we have to remember before we go outside?” Ashton prompted, tapping the sun hat on her head as a reminder.

“SLIP, SLOP, SLAP!” Charlie yelled, clapping excitedly in pride at herself for remembering.

“That’s right! And what do we need to do for slip, slop, slap?” Ashton continued encouragingly. 

“Slip on a shirt… and… and…” Charlie’s voice trailed off, and she looked up at you for assistance. 

“You got this, Charlie Rose. What do Mama and Dada put on your face and arms to protect from the sun?” You knelt down to her level, rubbing your arms in demonstration.

“Slop on sunscreen, slap on a hat!” She babbled excitedly, grasping her yellow sun hat with her tiny hands as she remembered. 

“Yes! Good job!” You and Ashton cheered, exchanging high-fives with Charlie and each other. Once you were all lathered in sunscreen, and wearing shirts and hats (Charlie solemnly inspecting each of you in turn), James and Ashton led the way out of your villa towards the beach. You and Alice walked slowly behind them, swinging Charlie in between you as she held both of your hands tightly. 

There was barely anyone on the beach when you arrived, and soon you found the perfect spot in the sand to set up camp for the day. Charlie was tugging on James’ hand and begging to go into the waves, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her shrieks when she felt how cold the waves were when they washed over her tiny toes. 

Charlie splashed around in the water with each of you for what seemed like hours, with sandcastle building and snack breaks in between her “Moana time”, as she’d taken to calling swimming in the ocean. By the time lunchtime rolled around, the sun was high in the sky and beating down on you, and Alice announced that it was probably a good idea to go back to the villa for a nap, in part she had a slight headache from being outside in the heat for so long. You could see Charlie’s bottom lip start to tremble at her mother’s suggestion, so you quickly offered to stay at the beach with her a little longer, and Alice could head back for some rest. Ashton volunteered to keep you and Charlie company, and James said he’d head back with Alice a little too quickly (something told you that there probably wasn’t a whole lot of actual napping planned in Alice and James’ immediate future). They packed up some of the belongings you’d brought to the beach and headed off towards the villa after some salty goodbye kisses from Charlie, and you settled into your spot on your beach towel and opened up the book you’d started reading on the plane yesterday.

Ashton and Charlie were collaborating on a “sandcastle masterpiece”, as Ashton called it (“I’m creative director, Charlie is head of logistics and construction!”) beside you, and Charlie was being extremely well-behaved for a small child who had spent almost ten hours on flights and in airports the previous day (and was about to miss her afternoon nap). There were a few other groups of people around you on the beach, and you were deeply involved in the chapter you were reading when a soccer ball came flying out of nowhere and bounced onto your towel, giving you a fright. It rolled away and stopped just short of Ashton and Charlie’s sandcastle masterpiece, and Charlie bounded over to pick up the ball with her small hands. 

A young boy and a woman you assumed was his mother approached, and you saw the boy tug on the woman’s hand and point towards Charlie when he noticed the ball in her hands. 

“Hey Charlie, can you bring the ball back over here? I think we’ve found its owner!” You said brightly, beckoning Charlie over to you and where the boy and woman were standing. Charlie skipped over and offered the soccer ball to the boy without complaint, and ushered a cheerful “You’re welcome, have fun!” when the boy thanked her quietly before running off with his ball.

“Well, don’t you have nice manners, young lady?” The woman praised Charlie, smiling down at her from behind her sunglasses. “What an angel you two have on your hands. It seems to come so naturally to you both, were you married long before you had your little one?” She continued, looking expectantly between you and Ashton, who stood up and brushed the sand off his hands with a laugh, lifting the sunglasses off his face. 

“Oh, you know what they say, when you know you’ve found the one, everything else falls into place. Feels like we’ve been together forever, but then Charlie came along and your heart just grows, you know? She makes it easy though, Charlie’s a special kid.” Ashton spoke proudly, and you were taken aback at how easily the little white lies rolled off his tongue. 

He chatted to the woman for a few more moments before her own family called for her and they parted ways. Ashton returned to his sandcastle masterpiece with Charlie, who was waiting patiently for him, and shot you a smile before digging the small plastic spade into the sand and helping Charlie press it into the bucket. 

You eventually decided it was time to pack up and head back to the villa for a break, and upon arrival you managed to convince Charlie to go down for a nap (which she agreed to, as long as she got to snuggle her Uncle Ash in the process). You sat out in the lounge and continued reading your book, and did some research on dinner options while everyone else was sleeping. There was a local restaurant about ten minutes’ walk away, so when Alice and James arose from their slumber, they agreed that it sounded nice and called ahead to make a booking for your little family group. 

Dinner was fairly uneventful, but you could’ve sworn you caught Ashton giving you a double take when you emerged from your shared bedroom in the low-cut, green maxi dress with sunflowers on it that you’d bought especially for this trip. But then again, maybe the butterflies in your stomach were messing with your head. The restaurant provided colouring pages and crayons to keep Charlie entertained while you were waiting for your meals, and you and Ash took great delight in working on your own beach themed artistic creations alongside your goddaughter’s “scribble everything in one colour” approach. 

After dinner, you walked along the beach on your way back to the hotel. James and Alice were up ahead, listening to Charlie babbling about the big sandcastle she and Ashton had built earlier in the day. Ashton offered to carry your sandals so you could use your hands to hold up your long dress, and you gratefully accepted. Alice, James and Charlie disappeared around the corner on the path that led back to the villa, and you found yourself pausing for a moment to admire the sunset and take a deep breath.

Ashton stepped up beside you, and you could feel his gaze as you stretched your arms above your head and wriggled your toes into the sand.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You said softly, watching the waves crash into the shore a few metres from you.

“Not the only thing that’s beautiful tonight, just quietly.” Ashton mused, and you could hear the smile in his voice. And it was on his face, when you turned to roll your eyes at him and laugh when he winked at you. 

“Do you ever… do you ever worry about what the world will be like by the time Charlie’s our age?” You questioned, looking down at your feet in the sand. 

“I mean, I’ve thought about it a lot. It’s hard not to imagine what Charlie’s going to be like when she’s older, because if current Charlie is anything to go by, good fucking luck to Alice and James on that front.” Ashton chuckled, settling himself down into the sand and patting a spot next to him. You tucked up the hem of your dress and sat down, your legs pressed against Ashton’s as you sat closely. 

“But I don’t worry too much about it, because there’s so much in life that we can control. We can’t control the whole world Charlie’s growing up in, but we can control her world with us, you know? We can love her, and support her, and counsel her when she needs or wants it, because we’re her family, and that’s what family is for.” Ash continued, nudging you gently with his elbow.

You took a moment to reflect on what he was saying. “We really are a little family, aren’t we? Like, I know I might not ever have children of my own, but with Charlie, and Alice, and James, and you, I just feel so content. At peace. At home, I guess.” You could feel yourself smiling as you spoke, and when you glanced up at Ashton he was doing the same.

“Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.” Ash said seriously, before you both burst out laughing. Disney movies on your Charlie babysitting days were starting to take effect on you, and Lilo and Stitch had been a popular choice in the lead up to your Hawaii trip. 

As the laughter subsided, you felt Ashton’s hand brush your hair over your shoulder, before resting on the sand next to your thigh. Somehow, you’d gotten a lot closer in the last few moments, and you found yourself licking your lips as you realised how close Ashton’s face was to yours. He was studying you, and glancing between your lips and your eyes, and then he leaned in to brush his lips against yours softly. It took a second before you realised what was happening, but as you reached up to wrap your arms around Ashton’s neck and pull him even closer, you heard James and Charlie’s voices calling for you and you both sprang apart. Pressing your fingers to your lips, you stood up and turned to look for the voices.

“Hurry uppppp! We’re gonna get ICE CREAM!” Charlie cheered, jumping up and down excitedly. 

“Sounds great! Coming! Sorry!” You called back, smoothing out your dress and glancing back at Ashton. He stood up and brushed the sand off his jeans, and gave your hand a squeeze when he passed over your sandals. You quickly made your way towards where James and Charlie were waiting on the footpath, and moved onwards to the ice cream place in the lobby of the hotel, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt when Ashton kissed you and basicaly took your breath away. Day one of your Maui vacation done, only nine more to go… who knew what the universe had in store for you next? 

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[catnaples]

Why are you wearing clothes? NSFW

This is sinful and I’m very ashamed lmao. I really hope you like it! Fics like these aren’t my specialty, so i hope it’s well written enough! 

You’re drunk and impatient, and Kuroo’s hot and ready (like a pizza, y’know?)

CW: Attempted C*ckwarming, Cre*mpie, Cursing, Overstim

KUROO IS AGED UP!

“Oof” you grunted as you fell once again into your boyfriends side. He chuckled and stared down at you, amused by how clumsy you were when you were drunk. 

 “Wow, Y/N. You only had two glasses of wine and you’re already trying to force yourself onto me?” He asked, giving you his signature smirk. He knew that it was an extra strong wine, but still. It was fun to tease you. 

 Instead of shooting a smart remark back, you simply pushed yourself further into him, grinning. “Kuroo...why are you wearing clothes right now?!” You asked, your eyes dramatically widening. Kuroo laughed again. “Y/N, we’re literally walking around in a park right now. Also, it’s freezing out.”

You wiggled you’re eyebrows and pushed him against a tree, hiccupping. “Well, big boy~ Let’s change that?” You tried to sound sultry as you growled, but it came out as gurgling instead. 

 You and Kuroo looked at each other with wide eyes before you both bent over and began to laugh hysterically. “Is-is that an attempt to be sexy?” Kuroo asked between streams of laughter. You were on the ground, holding your stomach as you switched between laughing and wheezing. “I was just tryna seduce you!” You cried, your cheeks beginning to hurt.

 Your laughter began to die down after a few minutes, and Kuroo helped you back up. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “I haven’t laughed that hard in months, Y/N. What would I do without you?” He asked, embracing you tightly. 

 Instead of responding, you settled for wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling into him as the cold air finally started to eat through your jacket. “Let’s go home and watch a movie.” He suggested. 

 You continued to hold on to his arm as you both made your way back to your apartment, laughing at each other’s stupid remarks. The closer you got to your home, the more the alcohol wore off. The buzz was being replaced by sleepiness, and the cold was making you uncomfortable.

 When you finally made it through the door, you made a beeline for your room. Kuroo followed, knowing that you still had some of his comfy clothes in your dresser. 

 The exhaustion was showing on Kuroo’s face as he got changed with you, and you knew that a movie probably wasn’t going to happen. But as you watched him pull his shirt off and you got a nice view of his muscular chest, you felt your cheeks get hot. 

 You both were exhausted, but you still wanted something. As you pulled on an oversized t-shirt, an idea crossed your mind. Before Kuroo could finish putting a pair of sweats on, you pushed him down on the bed. You climbed onto his lap.

“Y/N?” He asked, his narrow eyes staring up at you. “I wanna try something tonight.” You said, your hands slipping up to play with his hair. “Oh?” He asked, a small grin finding its way to his mouth. “I know we’re both tired, but I still want you.” You mumbled, grinding lightly on his lap. 

 His large hands found your hips and he began to knead them softly as you continued to ride his lap slowly. “Maybe, since were both so tired, we can try cockwarming?” You suggested, eyes hopeful. 

 Kuroo didn’t need any convincing, instantly agreeing. “Let’s get the room ready. Once I’m in you, I don’t want you getting up for anything.” He growled, gently pushing you from his lap. You felt yourself clench at those words, and wasted no time in getting the lights turned off and the bed set up.

You threw yourself onto the bed and under your covers, holding your arms out for Kuroo. He lowered himself down next to you, placing a long kiss on your lips. He pulled you into his chest and placed your leg over his hip. His dick was already half-hard, and you knew it was only going to take a few strokes to get him fully erect.

 You let him run his tongue along your lower lip as your hand drifted downwards, lightly gripping his long cock. He groaned and pushed his tongue into your mouth, bringing his long fingers down to your clit. He lightly pinched and rubbed at it, causing you to grind your hips down. 

 You began to stroke his cock, rubbing the precum off of the head every now and then while you both got lost in the pleasure. Kuroo went to slip his fingers inside, but you were already so close that you pushed his hand away. “We’re supposed to be cockwarming.” You mumbled, releasing him. He nodded, his lips puffy and his eyes hooded.

 “Well then, sweetheart. You’d better stay still while my cock is sitting inside of you.” He commanded, his voice deeper. You moaned as he positioned his dick at your entrance, teasing your sensitive hole. “And you’d better not cum right away either.” You teased him, instantly regretting your words when his dick pushed into your tight walls. 

 You both let out a long, lewd moan as he bottomed out, clinging to each other as you both tried not to finish right then and there. Kuroo had you in a position that let you feel all of him; every vein, every twitch of his stiff cock. You bit your lip as you fought the urge to grind down on him. “Ahh...baby...stop clenching around me like that...if you don’t want me to fuck you into the mattress.” He groaned.

 “Ughn-fuck it. We don’t need to cockwarm right now,” you moaned out, flipping him onto his back. “Just fuck me.” An evil grin spread onto his lips, and you found yourself groaning. You knew exactly what he was about to do. 

 He flipped you over and hovered over you, the slight movements of his dick in you making you moan. “But I thought you were too tired to fuck?” He asked, his lips biting at the smooth skin of your neck. 

 His strong grip kept you in place, preventing you from grinding down on him. You growled in frustration. “Yeah, well I changed my mind.” You groaned, scratching at his back. You knew that he had three weaknesses, and you were going to go straight for them.

 Scratching at his back was one of them. He instinctively bucked his hips into you, and you moaned. “Baby...” he warned. You shot him an evil smirk. “Why don’t you just fuck me already?” You moaned out, reaching your hand up to tug at his hair. That was his second weakness. 

 You pulled him down and locked your lips onto him, yanking his hair as you bit at his lower lip. And that was his third weakness. “Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, ripping his mouth away from yours. There was a fire in his eyes as he pushed your legs back, your knees almost touching your chest. “You wanna be fucked that bad? Fine, I just hope you don’t have anywhere to be for the next few days. You won’t be walking for two days when I’m done with you.”

You felt yourself clench around him again, and without warning he began to pound into you mercilessly. The room was instantly filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and your loud moans as Kuroo groaned. 

 “Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight...and-UNGH. You’re so fucking warm” he pushed you down further into the mattress, as he continued to pull his dick out to the tip, before slamming it right back into you. His balls slapped your ass each time, only spurring him on. 

 A small sliver of a thought passed through your mind of your neighbors and how they must be trying to sleep, but you didn’t care. Kuroo’s dick was pounding you into oblivion and all you could do was lay there and take it. His tight grip was unyielding, and when it started to feel too good and you tried to move away, he only held you into place. He grinned and gave a low chuckle. “Oh, Y/N. You’re not going anywhere.”

You were rapidly approaching your high, but before the words even left your lips, he pulled out. You began to whine, but quickly switched to lewd moans again when his mouth found your clit. He began to suck and lick like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

 He shoved his fingers into your needy pussy and curled them up to find your sweet spot. “Go ahead and cum for me kitten. It won’t be your last for tonight, that’s for sure.” He growled, the vibrations on your swollen nub sending you straight over the edge. He held your legs against the mattress as you tried to kick and buck through your orgasm, the waves of pleasure crashing over you and bringing tears to your eyes. But instead of stopping, he continued to assault your clit with his long tongue, a fiery look in his eyes when they met yours.

He continued to suck on your overstimulated clit until he could feel your walls clenching again, ignoring your pleas for him to stop as a second orgasm rapidly approached. Before you could cum again, he was flipping you onto your stomach and pushing himself back into you. His hand pushed onto your back, forcing you to lay flat on the bed as he resumed pounding you. 

 He wasn't lying when he said he’d pound you into the mattress. The feeling of your walls clamping down on his throbbing cock had him going faster and impossibly harder as he reached a mind blowing orgasm, demanding that you cum on his cock. As he screamed through arguably one of the best orgasms of his life, you felt another powerful orgasm wash over you, your vision turning to white as your mind felt like it was breaking. The feeling of his cum spraying against your walls only prolonged the orgasm for you, and tears once again pricked at your eyes as your body began to shake. “F-fuck, Kuroo, please, UGH”

Once he reached his high, he pulled out, his cum slowly leaking from your aching pussy. The lewd sounds disappeared, the room now being filled with the sound of your panting. You both were shaking from the intensity of your orgasms. 

 “Y/N, here. Let me clean you up.” Kuroo murmured in your ear, his voice soft again. He carried your shaking form to the shower and rinsed you off before doing the same for himself. 

 You both were more exhausted than when you had originally come home, and all you wanted now was to cuddle him with him so you could sleep. He shuffled back into the bedroom with you, too tired to pull on clothes. 

 As he held you tightly, your back pressed up against his chest, you turned your head to look at him. “I still want to cockwarm.” You whispered, your eyes drooping. Kuroo said nothing, opting to grin instead. “Alright, baby.” He mumbled, his dick hardening a little bit.

[alonelytinywriter]

Dark Shadows

Yandere! Ex-Villain! Present Mic / Yandere! Ex-Villain! Eraserhead / Original Female Character

Warnings: Lemon-ish (mentioned), Self-Harm mentions (nothing described, just heavily implied), strong language, kidnapping, mentions of pretty typical yandere stuff. Ye Have Been Warned. 

Playlist ~ Chillhop Radio

Name: Oshima Mia ~ Birthday: January 3rd ~ Age: 24 ~ Hair Color: Black ~ Eye Color: Rose Gold ~ Gender: Female ~ Height: 5′2′’ ~ Quirk: Feline ~ Occupation: Bartender

Appearance: Mia is a small, fair-skinned girl. She has rose-gold eyes with full, dark lashes, and a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her canine teeth are more pronounced and that, along with the full pointed ears and long, thick tail the grows from the base of her spine, are not the only aspects of her Quirk that manifest physically, although they are the most noticeable. Her hair, like her ears and tail, is black and typically styled into twin messy buns, braids, ponytails, or the like. She rarely wears her hair down, as she doesn’t like to fool with it. ~ Mia’s causal outfits normally consist of shorts or jeans, simple t-shirts, and comfortable flat shoes, although while working as a bartender, she amassed a collection of short skirts, shirts with too-low necklines, and dresses that where barely there. Whatever helps bring in those sweet, sweet tips at the end of the night. 

Quirk: Feline ~ Mia’s Quirk causes her body to possess many characteristics akin to a feline, such as retractable claws, paws on the surface of her hands, and her spine growing differently, resulting in her developing a flexible vertebrae with elastic cushioning on the disks and a much longer rotation along the spine, much like a cat itself. Despite all this, her Quirk never really leaned toward the Hero side of the spectrum, and she therefore decided to explore other career options, leading her to take a job as a bartender. ~ Power - 1/5 ~ Speed - 2/5 ~ Technique - 3/5 ~ Intelligence - 3/5 ~ Cooperativeness - 4/5 

~ Dark Shadows ~ 

~ The entryway to the club was like trying to walk through a wall of sound, and the inside was filled with dry-ice smoke, colored lights, and slender limbs that appeared and disappeared inside the churning smog as the patrons danced. Hizashi and Shouta had only just stepped past the bouncer when Hizashi’s eyes were drawn to the bar and he stared. She was beautiful - hair nearly the precise color of black India ink and piled atop her head in a pair of messy twin buns, liner smudged around her eyes thickly, lips painted red as blood from an open wound, and skin so pale it nearly glowed. She wore a knee length black dress that clung to her curves in the most delicious ways, a scrap of silk and lace that accented her cleavage (although there wasn’t much to show) and showed her legs (which seemed to go on for miles, despite her height), while covering her arms. And a body harness that encircled her waist, chest and neck added a wildly dark aspect to her outfit that fit the club perfectly. 

~ It wouldn’t be any of this, however, that would draw Shouta’s attention. It would be the two pointed cat ears that flicked impatiently atop her head, the tail that curled and uncurled in time with the music, her slitted pupils which widened slightly as she glanced over the crowd. Someone sauntered to the bar, leaned forward, and said something so funny that the bartender threw her head back and laughed - a sound like resonated through the club like a beacon, light and clear and 100% female - and her canine teeth glinted sharply in the dim light. She was a heteromorphic feline, and it was noticeable. 

~ Twelve minutes. It took Shouta exactly twelve minutes to case out the bar, for Hizashi to approach and make first contact, for Shouta to order the first drink. In that twelve minutes the two ex villains realize two things - One: The girl was clearly anxious around them both. Two: She didn’t recognize either of the ex-villains . . . or she didn’t care. There was fear in her eyes, that much was true, but it wasn’t directed towards them. It seemed more broad than that - the sounds, the lights, the bodies pressed against one another. Whenever a patron would lean in to closely the girl would pull back, ears flattening against her head as she frowned minutely. If the second bartender behind the counter brushed against her reaching for a bottle of liqueur, the girl violently flinched. 

~ Her voice was smooth as she spoke to them when they took their seats, and both ex-Villains noted how her cheeks dusted brightly with a rosy tint as she took their order, how the blush deepened when they complemented her as she poured the two shots into the rainbow hued glasses before them. It was adorable. The way she pouted when she couldn’t reach a bottle she needed. How her cheeks puffed out when a extremely large, extremely drunk male ordered the same drink, for the fifteenth time in a row, her breath whistling between her lips, alerting the bouncers standing near the door that the man had clearly reached his limits. How she hissed at the man who was brazen enough to reach out and stroke his hand along one of her ears. She slapped the man, and Shouta was the one to notice the pink and black dappled pads along her hand that oh-so-closely resembled a cats’ paws. They talked of nothing but the girl when she attended to the other patrons, and when she stood before them, all doe eyes and blushing cheeks, the two had a hard time hiding their attractions. 

~ They want nothing more than to kidnap her then, as she walks home from her shift at the bar as the sun rises, but as Hizashi stares at her small form he worries that she may not like either of them very much if they do so and after several quite moments of deliberations, Shouta agrees. Instead they follow their darling from the bar to a bus stop, and from the bus stop to her home, which is nothing more than a small apartment settled above a flower shop that smelled, of all things, peaches and wine. They couldn’t see into the apartment, due to its location on a main road, and being on the second floor, but they knew where she lived, and they both attended to their own plans to investigate the apartment later. To make sure it was good enough for their Darling, of course. 

~ The two spend weeks at the bar after that first night, talking with the bartender, Mia as they found out, laughing through their drinks as she poured them and speaking softly of Mia when she attended to other customers. But one night, nearing the third week, they enter and realize that Mia is not behind the bar. It shouldn’t have been so surprising - she had worked every day up until then - so that she finally had a day off should not have shocked the two as it did, but when they realized that Mia was not where they expected, they glanced between themselves and the bar as if she would appear from their will alone. 

~ “’Zashie! Sho - O - ota!” 

~ Mia’s hair was down for the first time since the two had first meet her, pooling on the plastic vinyl of the booth as Mia waved wildly, a drink resting on the table before her, as well as enough empty glasses to knock out an American frat party. She was visibly swaying in the seat, her eyes glinting between the two men as they approached, surprise written across their faces. It doesn’t take long for the two to get Mia talking, and once she does she’s brazenly open for the first time, her answers coming freely as they ask about her childhood - which had been normal to the point of boring - to her Quirk - which she playfully describes as “Beautifully useless.” - to the bright ring that seemed to run through the tip of her tail - “My parents hated it, but when I was a kit, one of my older brothers accidentally shut my tail in a door, breaking two of the bones. They had to remove then to prevent infections and it made that part of my tail . . . floppy, I guess is the word for it. It didn’t sit right. So I wanted something to make it sit. And the piercing didn’t hurt at all cause it’s all numb through there anyways cause of the bones bean gone an all, and look ~!” Mia waves her tail in front of their faces, its long length unfurling and twitching, causing a ringing bell to sound. there, attached to the ring, was a small golden bell. 

~ It was almost a good enough act to hide the shadows beneath her eyes, the way her ears laid back at the smallest of movements, the way her hands rubbed over her forearms again and again. They laughed, and pretended to drink with Mia as she continued to chat, seeming for all the world as if they were simply drinking with a friend but there was something . . . darker. Something darker that seemed to blanket the group as the questions became more personal and the responses became more clipped. Shouta’s question of her family had been met with stony silence, and for a moment the group feel silent as the club continued to blare around them. Finally, Hizashi broke the silence. 

~ “What made you deride to drink so much tonight, Little Listener?” 

~ Mia almost looked like she wouldn’t respond for a moment, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted, but then she spoke, and her voice was barely audible over the din of the club. “Ahh, you know, life isn’t the best. Ever. So sometimes I drink so I don’t reme-mem-ber just how . . . not the best it is.” 

~ She refused to go into more detail than that, even when Hizashi tried to get her explain again and again. In the end the two escorted Mia to her home as the sun rose above the rooftops, despite her never telling either men where she lived. She was slurring heavily, eyes nearly closed as they shouldered her door open and led her to her bed. Her breath was already calm and even by the time her head hit the pillow, and Hizashi wondered if she hadn’t been sleep walking after all. 

~ Hizashi makes sure to leave a glass of water on her nightstand, along with several Advil, his hands fluttering over her form as he debated whether she would be more comfortable out of the hoodie and jeans she wore, but before he could come to a resolution Shouta moved forward and drew the sleeve of her hoodie up her arm, revealing a patchwork of bruises and fine line cuts that seemed to span the length of her forearm and biceps. 

~ It’s nearly lucky that Mia had already passed out from the drink at that moment, because Shouta is not quiet as he striped her of her clothes, revealing more bruises along her legs, although there didn’t seem to be any more of the cuts.

~ Shouta seethes silently, but Hizashi’s voice, when he speaks, holds enough emotion for them both: “We will save her.”

~ They begin to actively coming around more and more after that, running into her outside the bar, the park, the grocer, the butcher. It happens so often that Mia stops wondering if she’s going to see them again and merely wonders when. They became a group, one that went to events together and on the nights when Mia and the boys would go out together, the nights when the sun was rising on the horizon as they attempted to stagger home, it becomes common place for the boys to crash on the couch together. One or the other would make a light breakfast if they woke before Mia, and if she woke before them they would wake to donuts and coffee from a shop down the street. She had admitted a few weeks into the arrangement that she didn’t really know how to cook, and she didn’t have time to learn, so why both when she could just get everything she needed already cooked for her?

~ Summer fades into fall and by the time winter comes the two ex-Villains have more than learned that despite her happy and lighthearted front, Mia was suffering from both depression and anxiety. They knew when it bothered her more becomes her clothes, which would normally display more than enough skin in their opinion, would become revealing no matter the weather. It was due to the bruises, the cuts, they were sure, and as they had found no evidence of a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or even an abusive family member, the two had been forced to confront the notion that Mia was doing that to herself - that she was harming herself. 

~ They decide to confront Mia about it, but the night they plan on bringing it up Mia never shows to the coffee shop. At first the two assume that she had to work, something that had made her late or a no show to their meetings before, but after visiting the bar and learning that she hadn’t even been scheduled for that day Shouta and Hizashi decide to visit her apartment. And it’s a wreak. Door broken from its hinges, furniture tipped and thrown across the room, and there, in the bedroom along the door - blood. A single, bloody hand print smeared against the creamy paint. Pinned beneath a knife is a note with a brief message: If you want the girl back, you know where to find me.

~ And they do. It takes nearly three and a half days to find the cocky little fucker who took their darling from them and the moment they step through the doorway of the Yukaza hideaway, blood begins to fall. The last body - the little punk who lead the operation - hits the floor long before they actually find Mia. And when they do Hizashi openly begins to weep while Shouta stares in horror.

~ Mia was drugged, clearly so, and hurt badly. She was hung from the rafters of the hideaway by her wrists, her toes barely touching the ground. Her clothes had been cut from her, non to gently judging by the smooth red line that ran from the hallow of her neck to her belly button. Both lips were swollen and bleeding, her cheek was clearly broken, and bruises covered nearly every inch of her body. But, Shouta sighed in relief as he carefully cut her down and began wrapping her in his over sized coat, she seemed to have been used as a human bunching bag rather than a sexual toy, and for that he was grateful. 

.~ Mia wakes up in the hospital, and afterwards Shouta and Hizashi offer to allow Mia to stay with them. “You’re place isn’t safe anymore.” Shouta points out, using her fear against her. “The men who kidnapped you must have had a reason. What if they come back for you?” In the end, Mia agrees, and through the next few months the two help Mia as she begins her painful recover and by the time winter becomes spring Mia is fully healed. Physically at the very least. She suffered from nightmares nearly every time she laid her head down to go to to sleep, and during the day the smallest of noises, which bothered her before, would send her spiraling into a panic attack. She, on more than one occasion, took swings at both Shouta and Hizashi in her sleep, but neither men resented her for it. It broke their hearts to see their darling this way, and one or the other commonly sleeps with her at night despite her protests that she can sleep alone.

~ A free weekend comes up, something that rarely happens as both men are much too often busy with their jobs - although Mia never does learn where the two work - and the group decide to spend that Friday night binge watching Studio Ghibli movies and drinking their way through a tall bottle of sake. Their nearly to the end of Pom Poko when Hizashi makes the first move. They had planned this for weeks now, and the both were sure of how this would end, whether Mia truly wanted this or not. They had been kind and caring. They had waited. And now, with Mia laying on the couch between the two of them, cheeks rosy from drink, they knew it was time for them to have their reward. 

~ Mia nearly bolts from the couch when Hizashi suddenly leans into her and she fills his lips on her neck. But Shouta’s hands where on her shoulders, holding her down and rubbing soothing circles all in the same motion. “Guys, what are you -” but she doesn’t get to finish her sentence before Shouta’s lips are on hers and Hizashi whispered hushed words into her neck. Their hands were every where at once, pressing against her skin, slipping beneath her clothes. Mia couldn’t breath past the lips on hers, the smell of wine on their breath mingling with hers made her dizzy causing her mind to spin. 

~ It isn’t until their laying together in the bed, skin sweaty and slightly out of breath that the words where spoken under Hizashi’s breath: “I love you.” And when the words are whispered back to them both, softly and of so sweet, the two ex-villains can barely believe it. it seems so sweet to hear after so long, and the face that she falls asleep only moments later, head pillowed on Shouta’s chest and cradled against Hizashi’s front, they feel as if they are on top of the world. Finally, Mia had accepted them. Finally, after nearly a year of conditioning their Darling, all their hard work had finally paid off.

~ They’re both gone when Mia awakes however, and she thinks little of it. They’re both often gone when she awakes nowadays, so she goes about her business, even a little grateful that the boys where gone. It gave her time to muddle over her actions the previous night. It was hard to remember how she had acted. She had been so . . . so wanton. She hadn’t even questioned the two men, and looking back she wondered if she should have. Memories still cloud her thoughts as she walks into the kitchen, towel drying her hair, a blush coating her cheeks as the look in Shouta’s eyes as he stared up at her from between her thighs replays in her minds eye. But a voice stops her train of thought just as she reaches the fridge, the voice of an anchor man from the news, speaking urgently.

~ “ - in the area are urged to use extreme caution. both Villains are known to be extreme dangerous, and despite their four year hiatus, we are still told that the Villains Eraserhead and Present Mic are not to be approached. If spotted, please, report to a profession, and they will respond. Again, all citizens in the area are urged to used extreme caution. Both villains are known - “ It isn’t the words that stop Mia. No. Its the reflection of the T.V. screen in the window. A screen showing to photos of men that Mia knew disturbingly well. 

~ Shouta and Hizashi. Shouta and Hizashi dressed in gear that Mia had seen them both leave in more than once. Shouta and Hizashi staring at the viewer with glares hard enough to shatter ice. Shouta and Hizashi were villains.

~ Before Mia can process what she’s doing, she finds herself at a window, fingers tugging desperately at the latch. They lived at the edge of the city, in a low structured two story home that wouldn’t be a problem to jump from - she had fallen farther for less as a teenager - if only she could get the stupid fucking things open. No matter how long or hard she tugged, she couldn’t seem to make a single one budge. And when she approaches the front door, already sure of what she’ll find, she can’t help the sob that escapes when she finds it locked as well. 

~ She was so stupid. How could she have fallen for them? It had never been a problem before. They had made no effort to convince her to leave the house, and why would she? They had always brought everything she had ever needed. Food, clothes, toiletries, anything she had ever mentioned or stated she needed or wanted. They had always appeared with it the next morning, and when Mia had lamented how none of Shouta’s cats seemed to like her, he had left the house without a word and appeared only hours later, a simple ginger kitten in his hands. They had cooked for her, and cleaned after her, held her after her nightmares and been so . . . so . . . so kind. No matter what, they had both treated her as if she were something fragile, something could easily be broken. Even when she had been sandwiched between the two, heavy breath on her neck and their bodies pressed tightly against hers, they had treated her as if she were nothing more than a porcelain doll. 

~ By the time Shouta and Hizashi arrive at the house that night Mia has calmed a bit, sitting with the small ginger cat in her lap and a large knife next to her. To say the two men are surprised is a understatement, but the moment their eyes locked on the T.V. they understand. “You know.” Mia doesn’t say a word. She merely stares. “Did you see the news?” A small head shake and Shouta sighs, stepping forward lightly but Mia reacts violently, her ears flattening against her skull, her tail puffing with rage or fear, they weren’t sure. She bolted from the couch, Ginger falling the floor with a disgruntled meow, knife already in her hand. “Mia. You don’t want to do this.”  

~  “Fuck you ‘Zashi.” Hizashi startles at the use of his pet name, his eyes meeting Shouta’s for a moment before Mia draws their attention back. “Why? Why could you just tell me the truth? Why did you lie to me? Why - “ Mia bites back a sob, the knife clattering from her fingertips as she stumbled backwards.

~ “Didn’t you watch the rest, baby?” Hizashi croons. “Didn’t you see the part where the two Big Bad Villains died?” And it’s true. Hizashi forces her to watch the T.V., really watch it for the first time in hours, and she saw that his words were true. The Hero All Might had defeated both Villains, whipping the floor with them both. They were pronounced dead on scene and while the news station continued to show repeated clips of the fight as a newscaster spoke, Hizashi walked forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Don’t you see, little listener? We killed ‘em, those Villains. All Might owed us a favor, and we finally cashed it out.” 

~ “But what you did -” 

~ “Does it really matter any more?” Shouta moved forward and melded to her front. “We can be with you. And we will. We’ll spoil you rotten and give you everything in the world. You just have to say you’ll be ours. That’s all. Just say it baby.” Mia refuses to listen, sobbing and moving to pull away, but both men refuse to let her go, cooing soft words of reassurance.

~ “It’s okay, little listener.” Hizashi soothes later, his hands stroking over her skin as they lay in bed together, Mia fully exhausted from her tears. “You don’t have to love us right now. we love you plenty to make up for it. And we’ll never stop loving you.”

[stonebreakerseries]

Day 6: Luxury + “that was impressive”

Day 6 of @oc-growth-and-development‘s OC-tober, as well as the Fictober20 prompt. This one takes place some time after the final round of the Red Fury, and basically continues from THIS piece I wrote a while ago.

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Series: Stonebreaker (Original Fiction)

Character(s): Riin & Crosus.

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When Riin walked into the South Gate tavern near the outskirts of Vetrose, he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. All around him, bodies were pressed close around tables, hunched over dice, deep in conversation, laughing raucously as they poured ales and wines and harder drinks down their throats.

Nose wrinkling, Riin slipped inside as casually as he could, doing his best not to stand out among the distracted patrons. Which was surprisingly difficult, all things considered. He’d put on quite a show in the arena, and already, eyes were fixing on him, flicking away the moment he looked. Idiot, he chided himself as he sidled between chairs and tables, stopping abruptly as a waitress cut past, a tray of thick brown stew balanced on one hand. He’d spent almost a full ten years in Talvera without revealing what he could truly do. Now, it seemed to be all anyone spoke about. The demand for him to compete in the arena - to engage in a friendly fight with a champion from one of the noble houses - had become incessant. It didn’t seem to matter how many times he refused, a new offer always presented itself the following day, the wording more insistent, the payment higher. Do us this one favour, before you depart for your homeland.

Huffing, Riin managed to pause in an empty space and scanned the room. It didn’t matter how much they offered, he could not be bought. He was a Kyriin; a soldier representing his people, acting on behalf of Kal-Kriyan interests. He was not a spectacle to be gawked at and gambled on.

It was a concept Talverans didn’t seem to understand. Not fully, at least.

A boisterous shout from his right drew Riin’s attention, his gaze snapping across. A drunken man stood, albeit barely, a card in one hand, a tankard in the other. Liquid sloshed dangerously as he ranted at the other players around the table, accusations of cheating and trickery being thrown back and forth among the competitors. 

Luckily, seated at a table just past them, was the man Riin was looking for.

Crosus grinned wide, spotting him at the same time, his huge hands wrapped around a flagon. A collection of admirers crowded him on either side, partially obscuring him from view, explaining why Riin hadn’t been able to spot the giant sooner. As he approached, Riin glanced between Crosus and his companions, brow tensing into an uncertain frown. This… wasn’t what he’d been expecting. When he’d received the man’s message, he had assumed they would be speaking alone.

Luckily, Crosus either read the misgiving on Riin’s face or never intended for his sycophants to remain in the first place. Before Riin reached the table, Crosus was already shooing them away with his bear-like hand. “Right then, off with you lot,” he said. When the demand was met with hesitation - even disappointed whines - he tossed a small pouch of coins to one of young men with a good-natured wink. “Enough of that. Tavern’s got plenty of room elsewhere. Go on - get yourselves drunk on a champion’s coin.”

Apparently, all was forgiven. There was a collective whooping - loud and sudden enough to almost startle Riin into taking a step back. Bodies pushed past him, the men and women seeming utterly unaware of his presence as they rushed towards the bar. 

“That was… quite a crowd,” Riin said as he finally approached the table. He paused, then gestured to one of the newly vacated seats. “May I?”

“Sure,” the big man drawled, raising a bushy brow. “Didn’t ask you here just to make you stand all evening, black-eyes.”

Riin’s shoulders tensed, but he hurried to mask it by sitting down, resting his forearms on the table. Unfortunately, as he feared, Crosus far from an unobservant man.

“No good?” the northerner asked, and to his credit, he seemed genuine. “Sorry. Heard folk calling you that lately. Figured it was proper.” He snorted, bringing his flagon to his lips. “Should’ve known it was probably an insult. Fucking Talverans…”

Riin had to admit, the man was oddly disarming. And relatable. So much so that he found himself relaxing into a smile, offering a resigned shrug of his own. “It’s not an insult. Just…” He hesitated, but decided it didn’t hurt to share. “I’d hoped no one would find out. That’s all.” He huffed. “I was so close, too. Being called that name just reminds me of my own failure.”

Crosus grunted. “Yeah. That kind of fame’s more trouble than it’s worth, isn’t it?” Raising a hand, he flagged one of the waitstaff, who seemed to have been loitering nearby. “You - yeah lad, you. Bring my friend here some of the good stuff.” He paused, glancing at his own drink. “Another for me, too.” Again, he tossed a small pouch of coins, the scrawny young man catching it between shaking, over-eager palms before scurrying away. Crosus just smirked, leaning in, brown eyes gleaming wickedly. “Turns out, tipping well gets you special treatment.” He leaned back again, laughing, and slapped the table with a thunderous palm. “Who knew, huh?”

Every soul in Talvera, Riin thought, amused. But he just shared in the man’s laughter, enjoying the luxury of being away from the palace. Of not having to second-guess every move he made. Soon, he had a drink in his hand, and before he knew it, half of it had already vanished. “I can see why you would come to a place like this,” Riin remarked loudly, fighting to raise his voice over the din. He glanced around, noticing a large number of watchful eyes flicking back and forth towards their table. “Being champion has made you well-sought.”

“Hey now - three time champion,” Crosus corrected, then chuckled. “The first time wasn’t nearly this rewarding. That said, they’re not all looking at me either. What you did out there?” He huffed, nodding to himself. “That was impressive.”

Riin just stared at his hands, wrapped firmly around his drink. It hadn’t felt impressive. He took another long, deep pull to delay responding. He could remember the moment so clearly, as though it had happened that morning instead of over a turn ago. When he’d seen Crosus land that blow… when Adiran had gone down and couldn’t get up again… he’d just...

“It was panic,” Riin said suddenly. He looked up at Crosus, mouth twisting into a rueful smile. “Not something I would call impressive.”

“Maybe,” the man agreed slowly, then shrugged. “Not sure your princeling would feel the same way, though.” Hesitating, Crosus sat back a little, taking a moment to regard Riin carefully. “I, ah... take it there’s no hard feelings about all of that?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Crosus barked a laugh. “True enough.” Then he jabbed an accusatory finger at him. “But you wouldn’t be the first person I’ve gone drinking with to tried to kill me after. Got my eye on you, Kyriin.”

A smile tugged at Riin’s lips. “I take it those men are no longer with us?”

“Who said anything about men?”

Riin grinned as Crosus bellowed a laugh, raising his flagon in makeshift salute. “Ahh... all the same,” he continued after draining another full mug’s worth of dark ale and setting it down with a thud, “wanted to thank you for what you did. Saving the princeling’s life.”

That was enough to stop Riin mid-drink. He lowered his flagon, eyes fixed questioningly on Crosus. “Thank me? Why?” 

What did Crosus have to thank him for? As far as he knew, he’d done nothing to help the man. In truth, he’d barely even acknowledged him, when he’d leapt the barrier and rushed the arena. The most he’d done was shove him aside, sending him sprawling in the sand. In truth, all he remembered clearly from that moment was Adiran, lying there, suffocating inside his crushed plate... 

“I know why people watch that tournament. The Red Fury...” Crosus' voice was softer, stirring Riin from his thoughts. The man’s mouth twisted, expression grim. “Everyone in that crowd wanted blood. Especially the ones who would never admit it. Must make them feel better about themselves, to watch good men die before their time. Your princeling…” Sighing, Crosus reached up, running a hand down his face. “I’ve killed plenty, Kyriin. Right bastards, most of them. But taking that young man’s life for a crowd? For sport?” Grunting, he just shook his head. “No. I have enough people looking at me like I’m no better than a wild beast. Don’t want to start believing it myself. I never meant for it to go that far.”

Stunned into silence for a moment, all Riin could do was look at the man - really look at him. The boisterous personality, the bellowing laugh, the tangle of dark hair that framed his face. For all of his strength, deep down, Crosus doubted himself. Who he was. What people thought of him. What he thought of himself.

It was something Riin understood all too well. 

“Adir---” Riin caught himself quickly, “Prince Adiran knew the risks, Crosus. A fight is a fight, and it would be foolish to treat it as anything else. Even if I had not been able to…” Shei-tar’s gaze, the thought alone was enough to turn his stomach. He cleared his throat roughly. “The prince does not resent you. In truth, you might be one of the few men he actually respects.” He caught Crosus’ gaze. Held it. “As for me... I saw you by his side.”

Another memory, clear as day, flashed behind Riin’s eyes. It was of Crosus, crouched beside Adiran, a lone shape in the middle of the arena. It was of the crowd, roaring their shock, their approval, their delight at the blow that had flung Adiran, bodily, over and past the red-marked ring. It was of Crosus’ large hands, frantic but ineffective, tugging at the suffocating prince’s ruined plate...

Crosus just raised his brows. “You did, did you?” When Riin met his gaze and nodded, he gave another low grunt. “Huh. You know, most folk thought I was trying to finish him off. Already had three offer to buy me a drink for it.”

For whatever reason, that shocked Riin. “What?” He rose half-way out of his chair, heat and anger rising like a storm beneath his skin. “Who? Show me.”

“Easy,” Crosus said, voice concerned. He rested a large hand on Riin’s shoulder, urging him to sit down. “Relax. It’s nothing personal against your prince. Just their small way of spitting in the eye of that shit they call a King.”

Somehow, that didn’t comfort Riin. The indignation he felt on Adiran’s behalf rose like bile up the back of his throat. But at the same time... he supposed he could empathise. He’d like nothing more than to spit in the King’s eye himself, if he knew no one else would have to suffer for it.

Slowly, he complied with Crosus’ request, sitting back down, catching his flagon as the northerner slid it back towards him. He took another drink, still bitter. Still sure he hated the idea of people wishing harm on Adiran just to hurt his father. “The prince,” was all he said after a moment, feeling strangely tired. Simply correcting Crosus was easier than acknowledging the rest of what he’d just said. “Adiran is the prince, not my prince.”

If he’d bothered to look up from his ale, Riin would have seen Crosus raise a dark brow at that. Would have seen the way he smirked slightly and shook his head. Instead, the only thing Riin caught was his final, amiable shrug.

“As you say,” Crosus replied. Then he sent for another round. 

[sammyloomis]

fic writer tag meme

god damn yall i got tagged by @love-fireflysong AND @queenofbaws, flattered so i am not much of a writer these days but lets give it a whirl ;w;

author name: fudgeroach :V

fandom(s) you write for: almost exclusivley until dawn!! but ive dabbled in some azumanga daioh and danganronpa stuff, and if we go WAY back i used to write twilight fanfic,,,,, it never saw the light of day so dont even try lookin for it

where you post: ao3

most popular one shot: Hot Mess which is a story abt ashleys drunk ass falling out from behind the partition and foiling the prank and thus saving everyones fkn lives :’] idk if i was expecting this one to be the most popular but thats p rad!!

most popular multi chapter fic: the squad be lit fam which is one of those chat fic things where everyones just chattin shit in a group text. i made it cause i wanted to do something goofy n fun between more serious stuff but reading it back its kinda just.... bad... not too keen on my characterisations, they all feel kinda samey

favorite story you wrote: hoooo boy idk if i even have a fave tbh tho maybe Dead Air cause i remember bein really hyped about posting it. even if it doesnt feature the ud kids that heavily, i rly Love my ghost au n thought it was a fun idea to have a couple of idiot internet people try and tackle the story of the blackwood tragedy 

story you were nervous to post: okay warning cause its porn. Closet Boinking. as im sure you can guess Why i was nervous to post it cause its fkn porn and thats all there really is to say on the matter (tho it IS my second most popular one shot so,,, clearly u guys like it)

how do you chose your titles?: sometimes i like bein rly cagey abt it and making it some obscure reference thats like 10 thoughts removed from the original concept, and sometimes its just as simple as me not being creative enough and just slapping something last minute into the title bar

how many of your stories are complete?: 13/17 and thats only cause theyre one shots fghjkl i Suck at multichap stuff

in progress?: uhhh 2 i guess?? the other 2 are vague enough that i could stop em now but tbh im probably not gonna be finishing any multichap stuff hh tho Hopefully the last chapter of Grapevine

coming soon: uhhHH NOT MUCH TBH FGHJK i cant even think of anything im writing that ill actually Finish rn. i have a few bits n bobs laying around, couple danganronpa one shots n half finished chapters, but im not rly confident in my writing skills to make more atm ;w;

upcoming story ur most excited to write: see above

do you accept prompts?: ahh not really, not for writing stuff anyway. but im always down for a drawing prompt!! lord knows im lookin for ideas all the time fghjkl cant garuntee ill do it tho

top 5 authors: hhHHH i HATE pickin people i know, im always scared im gonna forget someone so, in lieu of that, just assume that if ive left a review on ur stuff it means ur one of my faves (but it we’re talking like, published fiction authors i love me some ‘david wong’ for cosmic horror and ‘becky chambers’ for gay n emotional science fiction)

tag 6 people: DFGHJ AGAIN IDK WHO TO TAG FOR THIS so if u read this n wanna do it go for it!! i think everyone i woulda tagged already did this meme anyway ;w;

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Femsasusaku request. How about one where it's sasuke's birthday and as a extra present sasuke's girlfriend (aka sakura) gives sasuke a sexy strip tease lap dance? If you want to.

Thanks for a great prompt! I decided to make it a Valentine’s fic, then thought “what the heck” and ended it with a lemon. Sorry it’s a day late, editing took forever. I hope you like it! :)

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In Her Lap

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Sakura really didn’t expect anything special from Sasuke for the Valentine’s. Her girlfriend had scorned that day since their Academy years. When Sakura had asked her for a reason, Sasuke had told her that she found the notion of setting one arbitrary date to celebrate romantic love utterly ridiculous. Sakura suspected the animosity might have stemmed more from Sasuke’s deep dislike of sweets. The tradition of gifting home-made chocolate to men she had no interest in also didn’t help.

Sakura was blindsided when the same Valentine-hating Sasuke not only gifted her chocolate, but also surprised her with a romantic candle-lit dinner in their house. Sakura bought her flowers, red roses to symbolize her passionate love, but she felt that wasn’t quite enough to repay her for all that effort.

“Sasuke, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked as they cuddled together on the couch, sipping from wineglasses as a romantic comedy played on the big screen of their TV. “To repay you for this wonderful evening?”

Sasuke sighed. “You don’t need to repay me. Just… be yourself. That’s all you need to do,” she said with a fond look.

Sakura couldn’t help herself, she kissed those gently smiling lips and for several pleasurable minutes they made out on the couch. “How was that?” she asked, leaning over her thoroughly kissed girlfriend. “Enough like myself?”

Sasuke licked her ravished lips and nodded.

A familiar beat came from the TV and Sakura glanced over. A girl in the movie was gyrating her hips on top of her boyfriend, but still fully clothed, no doubt for some hilarious purposes given that it was a comedy. A lightbulb switched on in Sakura’s head and she grinned. Maybe this was the wine in her talking, but she’d just had a brilliant idea.

“Sit up,” she told Sasuke as she hopped off the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Sasuke did as bidden, then gave her a raised brow as if asking ‘okay, what’s next?’

Sakura started dancing to the beat of music on TV, then slowly unzipped her red shirt as she bent down to her girlfriend, giving her a generous view down her cleavage before kneeling over her lap.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked, amused but interested.

“I’m giving you a lap dance,” Sakura whispered seductively into her ear as she moved her body in rhythm to the music, undulating her hips up and down in a wave-like motion.

Sasuke still had an uncertain look in her dark eyes, along with a very appreciative gleam, but she had too much pride to voice her question. That was alright, Sakura intended to show her the meaning of a lap dance anyway, not talk about it.

The pink-haired woman bent backwards and shrugged off the shirt off her shoulders without stopping the movement of her hips. Next, she ran one hand from the waistband of her skirt up the middle of her body, circling her navel on the way up, then between her mounds and ending at her throat. The gesture brought attention to how muscles in her abdomen rippled and shifted under her porcelain skin while she danced. Sakura gave Sasuke a coy smirk and moved her hands over her lacy red bra, as if feeling herself up, before reaching back and unclasping it.

Sasuke’s mouth turned dry. She stared in rapture as Sakura took off her bra and dropped it on the floor. Her perky tits jiggled from the rocking of her pelvis, light pink nipples standing up in the cooler air of the room. She cupped her breasts briefly, rubbing her own nubs with a soft moan. Sasuke’s hands flew to her hips, but Sakura grabbed them and put them back on the couch.

“No touching, this is a lap dance,” she reprimanded teasingly, knowing full well that her naked chest brushed against Sasuke’s face when she leaned closer.

Sasuke bit her lip and nodded in acceptance of the new rule. Sakura smiled and gave her a lightning-fast peck on the lips before drawing back.

She started singing along with the song, naughty lyrics getting her even more into the mood. To spice things up, Sakura stood again and turned around, still dancing. Then she shimmied her skirt down her hips and legs, exposing the red lacy panties and pantyhose from the matching set. She gave Sasuke a provocative look over her shoulder, then slapped her own butt, making the juicy soft flesh jiggle. Still shaking her hips to the beat, she backed into the couch, bending forward with hands on knees as she twerked her peach-like behind over Sasuke’s lap until the music cut off and the film moved on to the next scene.

Sakura’s dance came to a halt and she craned her neck to look back at Sasuke. She felt powerful in her own skin, sure of her sexuality and prowess. It was a heady feeling, better than any aphrodisiac known to her. Her green eyes were darker, pupils blown up with arousal as she met her girlfriend’s sizzling gaze. It gave her even more of a kick that she was capable of putting such a lustful look on this reserved, regal woman. A strong current of desire charged the space between them. “How was it? Did you like my lap dance?” Sakura asked breathlessly.

Instead of answering, Sasuke snaked her hands around Sakura’s middle and pulled her down to sit in her lap. “You know I did,” she said in a raspy, low tone as she nosed over the side of Sakura’s delicate neck. “Though it was a bit… unsatisfying,” she added, blowing at the earlobe, then nipped it lightly.

Sakura squeaked as Sasuke’s hands went up and took possession of her breasts. She arched her body into the warm touch. “Ah… but the satisfaction is supposed to come after the lap dance,” she remarked smartly. Then Sasuke kissed her neck and rubbed her sharp peaks skillfully and she lost the ability to think.

“Sa-Sasukeee…” she moaned, gripping her lovers’ thighs. “Ahh…” she sighed.

One slim hand slid down over her taut abdomen and slipped between her legs. Sakura opened them wider, eager for the touch. Sasuke’s hot breath hitched. “You’re this wet already?” she asked with amusement colouring her voice on par with deep arousal as she idly stroked the silky petals with sweeping motions.

“Please…” Sakura whispered raggedly, thrusting her hips into the caress, begging for more.

Sasuke pushed a single long digit inside her and it went in with a sucking sound. Sakura’s inner walls clenched on it and she gave a keening moan.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed and pulled her hand away. Sakura whined and bucked in disappointment, but then Sasuke had her turn around in her lap and devoured her mouth in a hungry kiss. Sakura returned it with fervor, their lips and tongues tangling together in an intimate dance. As they deepened their kiss, she raised one knee and eased it between Sasuke’s legs to very deliberately start rubbing on her heated crotch through the black pants.

Sasuke drew back with a husky moan and Sakura went on attack without hesitation, necking her passionately while she unbuttoned the purple blouse. She kept grinding on Sasuke’s slit through the clothes as she found her pulse point and sucked onto it with relish, at the same time pushing down the sexy black bra and plucking at the small brown nipples.

“Ngh… Saku-Sakura…” Sasuke moaned, spurring on her pink-haired lover.

Sakura kissed over Sasuke’s cleavage and breast, then closed her mouth around a hard nub. Her girlfriend arched her back with a moan, offering up her chest for ravishment and Sakura took it up, licking, nipping and sucking the creamy flesh. The material of Sasuke’s pants was getting in the way, so she deftly opened the button and slipped her hand inside. She brushed past the trimmed little patch of hair and went straight for her prize. Sasuke gasped and bucked her hips wildly, reaching the crest of pleasure as her lover mercilessly stroked her hidden pearl.

“Ahh… Saku-… Sakura!” Sasuke cried out and with a quiver came all over Sakura’s fingers.

The intense release made her feel all relaxed and fuzzy and she looked at Sakura with hooded, sated eyes. The woman slowly pulled her hand out and kissed Sasuke on the cheek. “Good, love?” she asked to make sure.

Sasuke nodded lazily, but then her eyes narrowed when she realized Sakura had gotten her completely sidetracked from her original intentions. She growled low in her throat and pulled her lover up by her shoulders. “Get over there, I have to taste you,” she ordered.

Sakura blushed, but she couldn’t deny the flood of juices soaking into her panties at her girlfriend’s command. She scrambled up on her feet and Sasuke wasted no time to slide the lacy underwear off her smooth, stocking-clad legs. Sakura put one knee on the back of the couch, leaving herself open and vulnerable for her lover’s viewing pleasure. Sasuke eyed her blooming flower hungrily, then spread the dripping folds with her fingers and delicately dove in.

The sensation of the first wet lick of the tongue over her slit had Sakura crying out in surprise. Her hips rocked forward, seeking more contact with her lover’s mouth, and she ground her needy pussy all over her face. Sasuke grabbed her girlfriend’s butt to keep her still as she ate her out, thrusting a tongue inside. She explored every nook and cranny of the slippery depths, savouring Sakura’s intimate taste as she licked off all of the flowing honey.

Sakura gave a high-pitched moan when Sasuke’s soft lips encircled her throbbing clit and gently sucked it into a warm mouth. Her legs trembled under her and she panted, the scorching pressure in her groin becoming unbearable.

“Sasuke, I’m-ah!… ah, close… Please, don’t… stop,” she whimpered between hoarse moans.

Knowing this, her lover doubled her efforts, laving and lapping on Sakura’s sensitive, swollen nub with her tongue as she delved a long finger into the greedy little hole that clamped down on it snugly. Sakura braced herself on the couch and screwed her eyes shut, the pleasure in her core reaching the boiling point before it erupted.

Sakura’s body lurched and she came with a strangled cry as she saw stars beneath her closed eyelids. The volcanic release rolled through her like a deep, rumbling earthquake and filled her veins with liquid magma. In the throes of her passion, a stream of love juices gushed out of her on Sasuke’s face.

Sakura’s supporting leg buckled under her and, lightheaded from pleasure, she slumped over before Sasuke helped her sit back down on her lap. With a content sigh, Sakura relaxed in her girlfriend’s steady embrace, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

When she regained her breath, she gave her lover a tender look.

“What is it?” Sasuke asked.

“I love you,” Sakura declared simply but with much feeling.

Sasuke blushed furiously. How funny that she was able to eat her out without a shred of shame but talking about their love embarrassed her like nothing else. “You don’t have to say it again,” she said with a grunt.

“I’ll say it as many times as I want and every time I would be even more in love with you,” Sakura replied resolutely.

Sasuke hugged her tighter, hiding her face against the pink hair. “Annoying,” she murmured.

“Do you like Valentine’s now?” Sakura asked with a mischievous smile when they parted.

Sasuke brow furrowed before she got the reference. “No. It’s still a ridiculous, arbitrary holiday.”

“But we had fun, didn’t we?” Sakura asked.

Sasuke smiled and nuzzled her. “Yeah,” she said softly into her ear.

The two lovers stayed like that for a while, reveling in their closeness, before gathering their clothes and relocating to the bedroom. This Valentine’s Day became one of their most treasured memories.

[manjuhitorie]

Hitori-Escape Tour 2019 concerts 10-13

The previous 1-9 concerts of the tour: https://manjuhitorie.tumblr.com/post/188358977881/ Shinoda on vocals and guitar, Yumao on drums, and ygarshy on bass. performing Hitorie’s songs as the trio.

The standard setlist was: 

01 Senseless Wonder 02 Shutter Doll 03 Nichijou to Chikyuu no Gakubuchi

MC, usually consisting of Shinoda sharing greetings with the crowd, and breaking the ice a little bit.

04 Namid[A]me 05 Garandou Mae Zero Banchi 06 Inperfection

MC

07 SLEEPWALK 08 Loveless

MC

09 (W)HERE 10 Gekijougai 11 Talkie Dance 12 Unknown Mother Goose

MC

13 Karanowaremono 14 Little Cry Baby 15 Ao 16 Polaris

Encore intermission + MC

17 Odoru Mannequin, Utau Aho 18 Rolling Girl

10 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 10/17/2019 at CLUB RIVERST in Niigata prefecture! Report!

SND “Everybody, everybody everybody. It’s all about love. Do you have enough love? Do you have enough love in you, do you?”

During the intro of Loveless before the bass comes in, ygarshy had his instrument muted as he tuned it. Within that time frame, Shinoda, with his handheld microphone in one hand, went over to ygarshy and slapped his cheek twice (inducing laughter from the crowd). ygarshy’s face was hidden behind his hair, but what kind of expression did he make I wonder...

●SND was performing with a handheld mic, up until the guitar solo when the staff brought him a guitar to play.

●Which was, Leader’s own jaguar guitar. SND used it throughout (W)HERE and Gekijougai after. The emotional screaming numbers.

●For a while ygarshy had his head hung, performing with his back turned away from the crown or looking to his side, but during Talkie Dance his inner switch seemed to suddenly turn on, and from then onward he was aggressively approaching front stage. ●Then the encore intermission MC chat. SND stands in his usual position, but for this Yumao comes up front and uses ygarshy’s microphone so he can be closer to the crowd. ygarshy tucked away behind him.

●Yuma at SND “So, you were nervous about singing at the start of the tour, vyr are you feeling better now?” SND “I’m used to it. We’ve made it halfway through the tour and all.”

SND “But ahh, one day I dream of walking on top of the crowd’s heads and bridging all the way to the other side of the floor." Crowd “Get on us! Ride us!” SND “Naw, I don’t want to do something that’ll make the internet angry.” Yu “You're chill enough to want to walk on top of people. That’s a good sign.” SND “Yeah?” Yu “We’re halfway through the tour right, and you’ve already gotten halfway on top of the crowd. you were sitting on and climbing over on the stage railings earlier after all! You’re halfway there, next up is the other side-” SND “Uhm-”

●SND and Yumao jested about a role swap between them and the crowd, how crazy it would be, with hundreds of people on stage and three down in the crowd…. Crowd “Let’s do it!” SND “We’d get banned from the venue!”

SND continued to ask the crowd how they were feeling, as to which the majority responded “Hot.” While Rie were feeling comfy on stage, thanks to the air circulation system they set up. SND “For once! For once the tables have turned! We’ve always been hot up here and not vice versa. Is this a sign, is the crowd⇆stage role-swap going to become a reality next!?"

●Continuing, Yumao had a story to tell. At the commercial area near Niigata station, he and yga went out for food at a seemingly normal onigiri izakaya bar. (Here’s the store they probably went to: http://onigirisenka.com)

Yu “We walked in, we sat down, nothing out of the ordinary. But after a while we were like ‘? Why is the waitress still here at our table? What’s going on?’ We look around to see 5 girls who were blatantly hired based on looks alone, and one girl assigned to each table.” SND “You found your way into a god damn hostess club!”

Yuma “I'd be fine with it but this guy, ygarshy… Well, he's ygarshy. He can’t handle this kinda thing. We came to chat with each other but now there’s a girl barging into our conversations! And then she even asked us ‘Did you just come here on work~? You kinda look like you’re in a band~!’” SND “Hahaa you don’t wanna be caught up in that!”

Yumao loves to talk about this stuff, so on normal terms he would’ve just burst into conversation. But here he didn’t want to put yga in a traumatizing situation. So he bit his tongue and said “Band!? We can’t even play instruments!!”…. SND “Hahahaa.” Yu “Then she responded with ‘I love bands, I play the drums!’. Way to make it even more suffocating for me! She was talking to us so much that, ygarsh’s rice was gettin’ crusty.” ? “..Pot....”  yg, for the first time in ages, opened his mouth. He didn’t go up to the microphone or anything for this callout either, he just vocalized loud enough to be heard.

Yu “Pot!? Pot? I remember now... We had beautiful white rice inside of a pot, drying up!” The price was of your average izakaya, despite the hostess part too. SND “~~~” Yumao “.….Let’s go again”

●Yumao “Alrighty then let’s play...”

SND “Ah did you hear... It’s, an emergency it’s an emergency ygarshy! Apparently like 50 fire ants were found in Tokyo Harbor.”

yg *>>>BWOOOON<<<<* 　*It was in the news that yesterday. 50 poisonous specimens which could’ve easily been queens fertilized, + their offspring could’ve easily spread further into the country, was a fright. Especially for those with entomophobia-. SND’s tweet Niigata concert: complete, thank you. Take care not to catch any colds y’all,,, We’ll be back. Next up is the city where Leader was born and raised, Kagoshima. Hope to see you there.

11 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 10/22/2019 at SR Hall in Kagoshima prefecture

SND “Y’all are from Leader’s city, and this all you’ve got?!? Dance more! Yeah! I’d expect nothing less from the city that made him!”

During Loveless this time, SND tried to kick ygarshy. And while SND was floundering on stage, being crazy as he bounced to the music, he hit ygarshy again. And he bumped into ygarshy on the way onto the stage after the encore break. ●Yuma came out wearing the new Hitorie sweatshirt to promo it today. SND questioned his capability perform through the heat, Yuma responded with guts to continue!  SND “Well, you’re locked in now!” Crowd “You’re so cute~!!! Yumao~!! ” Yumao “Thanks~~” SND “How many times will we do this!? “So cute~~!!” “Thankies~~!” “Awww~~!” “Thanks. “ ●SND moaned and groaned with good means to back it up: the heat in the venue was crazy again. SND still holds the near-death Takutaku as the ultimate trauma but- It seems that wherever Rie journey to, the temperature outside rises up into the high 20’s. SND “Everywhere I go it suddenly gets hot, so people have started to call me Matsuo Kashuuzou. Yet the other members and the staff all come along too, so why am I the only one being framed? He’s not in me!” 　*Matsuo Kashuuzou, dubbed the fire fairy, is a former pro tennis player who has an optimistic flaming soul, abd never stops shouting things like “light it up!!” He was such fire that once upon a time on the internet he was memed to be the origin of urban heat island and global warming etc. ●Crowd “Did you eat Shirokuma ice cream?” (*A treat which is sold nationwide, but originated in Kagoshima). SND “No, but our cameraman Nishimaki did.” 　‘Nishimaki doesn’t tag along for the whole tour, typically he’s only around for the first and last shows. So Leader’s hometown really was a special one... ●Yumao took SND’s water bottle, gazed at the label and got the crowd to cheer the name of it: “Zaihou!” with him. “It’s a local but, famous mineral water provider. Cool.” Yu “Whoop” *Proceeds to throw the water bottle back at SND* ((What’s up with Yumao showing his wild side these days)) ●SND conveyed a sweet spot for the sashimi there, but since it’s something of taboo to eat such raw food up mid-country in Tokyo... “Don’t post what I just said on Twitter okay, the twitter police are out there, don’t expose that I eat food raw.” ●Yumao went up to the mic in the front but fairly quickly shifted back to his in the back; apparently because he wanted to be in range of the electric fan set up there. ●SND resisted drinking yesterday to preserve sober sanity before the concert, while next to him Yuma and yg were whole hog on “Beer! highball! beer!” “I now understand what it’s like to be on the other side, to be the one surrounded by drunks instead of being the loggerhead.” Yumao then begins combs his hair back with his fingers* “Ahh~~ so gwood~ delish~” SND “Is.. Is that supposed to be me?” Yumao “I’m topped off~” “Ahh I drank like a dream~~ *still holding his hair up*.” SND “Oi! If you’re gonna mimic me then at least raise the production value!!”

●SND “Alright Let’s perform” Crowd “Yumao you’re so cute~” Yu “Alrighty!” SND “You’re getting a life’s worth of cutes. In response to being showered in cuteness, all you have to say is ‘alrighty’ now?!?” Yu “..Alrighty!!”  (Disclaimer: he was announcing that he was alright and ready to start). ●SND “ygarshy, you know what sandbags are, right? yga *Nods*  SND “Apparently those are stuffed with a bunch of cloth, not sand?” yg ..... >>*BWWOOON*<<

SND’s tweet “Kagoshima concert: complete, that was crazy! How did you fare? I was fucking hot, thank you all so much. We will be back.” Also SND’s drawing was on display at the merchandise booth: https://en.deli-a.jp/products/item_Info.php?itemID=846

Nishimaki, the photographer, tweeted "It's been 6 or 7 years since I was last in Kagoshima, time well spent. Next is Fukuoka!!"   Megane Hirai, Rie's trusty trusty sound engineer, went to the concert and posted this too:

“Many emotions were felt during the 2 days I spent Kagoshima As I watched each song, The way he strummed his guitar right adjacent to me The way I would jot critiques as he sung his lyrics from the other side of the glass The way I would hear him say “Then how about this!” as we practiced trial and error with each mix The sights from those days would come flooding back. There’s different feelings and means of acceptance For me, going forward, I’m going to keep supporting these four”. 

12 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 10/25/2019 at SR Hall in Kagoshima prefecture

The concert was a musical marvel, Rie never cease to amaze... But I'm hopping right into the intermission chat. Because, after they left Kagoshima they stayed at a vacation lodge in Aso Kumamoto....!! Antics ensue! Shinoda “The sheer amount of flying ants the size of peanuts out there left me squealing, I’m really bad with bugs, but they didn’t faze Yumao at all” Yu “In the end it's only ants? No matter the size, right? And then I was bored, and also the air in the room was suffocating so...” SND “This fucker started opening the windows!”  Yu: “Yeah I opened them all up.” SND: “One guy who hates bugs and another who hated the indoor air, the worst combo.“ Yu “Ultimately we BOTH started sneezing like crazy and closed them though.” Yu “I'm exhausted though. The goal was to go there for a vacation, but, cause I drank too much the day before or whatever, I played around so much..!  Do you know how attics in the log lodges are like? A bunch of pillars? Of wood? coming together? What are they called? *Makes hand gestures to try to shape it out*" Crowd “Beams!” Yu “Yeah, beams! I dangled and swung from the beams up in the lodge roof. When yga walked through the door, he was in for it! “What a surprise~”, he laughed after he got a spook!” SND “Yumao was like a monkey.”  Yu “It sounds like I was the only one playing around but, this guy! He doesn’t talk about it much in front of you, hey he doesn’t talk about it much in front of us either but. ygarshy was jumping all over the beds! From asocial to bouncy. He was playing around more than us!” SND “As soon as we came back to our 3 bed lounge after a drink with the crew, I see these two bouncing on them. yga looked like a fish the way he was twisting his body.“ Yu “He still had his usual emotionless expression, even when he was beautifully bending." SND “He played a lot eh? He had the damndest smile when he took fireworks in his hands…”  Yu “He’s so mean sometimes, he smirkingly creeped up behind Shinoda and stuck fireworks right against his ankles! It took SND a bit to notice, but when he did... Boy did he scream! And yg doubled up with laughter!” Yu “It had been raining outside then too, so we were doing them under the small awning outside. When SND realized what ygarshy was scheming, he had ran away shouting “It’s hot it’s hot!!”, but then found himself shouting ‘It’s cold!!!’ out in the rain.” SND “I was hit with hot and cold element attacks both at once.” Yu “Don’t do try this at home now!” SND “Ahh yg don’t look so gloomy! Seriously we have no idea how you’re feeling over there....”  Yu “He laughed the most back when he saw me dangling though~!!” SND “That’s why we're saying yg, stop looking down, put your chin up!” ●SND “So uhhh, ygarsh, please share with us a few words about the Fukuoka Soft Bank Hawks victory!”  yg *>>BWOOON<<* 　*The Hawks are the pro baseball team of the prefecture, and they just won the entire Japan Series that week. They’ve won for the past 5 years straight now too. ●Cameraman posted the “Early winter fireworks”.

●Rie’s manager too posted:  The Kagoshima live, Kumamoto Aso, the Fukuoka live. Fireworks to bring the summer to a close. So many things to make our venture to Kyuushuu a heart-wrenching one. Good night😴💤 ●SND’s tweet: Fukuoka concert: complete, thank you. Baritone felt great to do today. I think it's been a long time since I last played on a high stage,,, Or has it been? Has it? Nonetheless I performed with my feelings at full power. Thank you so much.

13 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/6/2019 at LIQUIDROOM in Tokyo prefecture. The first one.

From 7 years ago till now, our dreams are still relentlessly crying out their first words evermore!!

●Yuma’s mom, Yurika was spotted at the venue! The family of two does live in Chofu of Tokyo after all.. Tabuchi of Unison Square Garden too. They sat in VIP seats. ●There were flower bouquets on display inside the lobby, one from fans and another from the Hitori-Atelier staff. ●Among some of SND's snazzy mid-show quotes were him screaming “A banger? An epic masterpiece? That's what you're about to hear... Karanowaremono, a present from Leader.”

●“I think I might be getting too old for this.” *Proceeds to do heartfelt vibratos, physical tricks, and giggle tons during the encore break! They didn't talk about the DVD which had released two days prior, but they did delve into some Hitorie history.... yga had recruited SND, who within 0.5 seconds of being contacted said “I'm in!” He didn’t know wowa’s face back then so he was nervous, but when the crew got on a skype chat and wo shared the first mp3 files, SND thought “This is the start of a revolution”... He was excited then, and that excitement lives on. ●SND “It’s been like, so long since I’ve last performed in Tokyo. Yumao you’re out doin’ truckloads of stuff, ygarsh you're doing the Wasure-whatever stuff.. But all I do is draw manga! I’m either stuck at home or in another part of the country! The last show we did here in Liquidroom was the nexUs with Passpied, and our last solo one was, 5 years ago?" Yu “Yeah, the one with a video up on Youtube, back when I was still performing in T-shirts instead of dress shirts.” ●Yu "At our first tour date you were so nervous about singing weren't cha SND. You were like 'Don't put me on the same level as you guys, work harder...’  But now you're fine haha! ...I've started to tease SND.  SND "Though backstage I tease you." Yu "When? :O "  SND "....Thinking about it, I don't really, do I-." ●They talked a little more in detail about their "relaxing" retreat to the Aso resort, which they had first mentioned in the Kagoshima MC up there ↑ .  yg came out of the bathroom, to see the back of strange black-haired drunk swinging from the wooden beams of their remote cottage. He was so scared! Until he realized the perpetrator was a restless Yumao. ●The story of when the trio were lighting firework sparklers and yga stuck them against SND’s ankles. SND “I didn’t even notice the flames until brown hair came into my line of sight.” Yu “And yg even had his phone ready! He recorded the entirety of SND's panic: from him running away from the heat right into the rain, to him shouting out there in cold.” SND “Ain’t he a freak psycho killer....  What are you even thinking about as you listen to us right now.” …Awkward silence. yg remains.

●Yu “In the cottage we were watching Mito Kōmon, the historical drama, ‘cause it was coincidentally playing on TV. Komon is supposed to be this hero of justice yet, he was taking down enemies with real underhanded tactics, it got SND and I cackling so hard. We kept calling out 'Ahh so underhanded! So underhanded!’ yga had been silent so I we assumed he wasn’t watching... But when the end credits hit, he spoke up to tell us “That was entertaining”. SND “So he actually was watching! I thought.” Yu “He does tell us things like ‘Today’s MC chat was long’ after shows too.” SND “Then you do it nice and concise yourself, I say!” ygarsh then turns his face to look right at SND* SND “What are you looking at... Wait, don’t look at me with those sparkly eyes...! Don't, don't...!!” ●Yu “Ahh. We haven't changed a bit huh…. I’m always like ‘wooAHHH! *💪 poses*’ levels of excited, SND is like ‘OY VEY SHUT UP!!’, and yg silently watches over us." ●Before they went back into the show Yumao promoted the merch. He uses the pouch to store his drum supplies, he likes it a lot, and he modeled too. To show us how the logo gets covered by the hood on the sweatshirt, he pulled it over and off~ over and off~ his head.

●Then the usual...  SND “As soon as we get home and already, Masashi Tashiro got arrested again, did you hear?“  yg *>>BWOON<<* 　*SND is using the news for this one. The celeb has gotten arrested countless times now for drug possession. He'd gone to rehab, and recently he’d been publishing books/posting videos/doing lectures to teach people about the horrors of meth but.. He's truly proving how fearful it is.. SND tweet: Tokyo concert: complete, thank you so much. Being up on the Liquidroom stage after so long moved my heart. We’ll be at Liquidroom again next week, hope to see you there. Though Takamatsu comes first!!

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aaahh, thank you so much!! you're definitely cooler, tho òwó since the thighs of thunder comment has inspired me so, how bout a pre-game scenario in which best friends Jack, Will, and reader are hanging out at an ice cream shop or something and during their convo reader "casually" comments that Jack is hella fine, in so many words? maybe she drops the thighs of thunder comment verbatim, LMAO. their reactions are up to you. female preferred, neutral's fine too! (I hope this isn't too vague ;v;)

Jack Joyce X Reader – A Hypothesis

A/N – Ahh, my first fic in awhile, I hope you enjoy it Quantum Anon.

Warnings – Mild language.

Rating – T

The sun cast a warm glow over Riverport, reminding the small town that summer was coming and it was going to be a hot one. You, Will and Jack were seated on a small metal table under the awning of Gabrielle’s, Riverport’s favourite long-time Ice Cream Parlour. Sixties music played lazily from the building’s speakers, setting up the perfect atmosphere for friendly conversations. The general mood from the staff and families inside the building were generally happy since the Ice Cream parlour had recently been saved from bankruptcy by a new company, though you couldn’t remember the name of it; Monty Solutions, or something similar.

All in all, it should have been a marvellous day, and it would have been, if it wasn’t for the on-going tensions between the Joyce brothers. Unless things got better between Will and Jack quickly, you knew Jack would leave Riverport. That was why you’d suggested the outing in the first place; evidently it was a mistake to do so.

“Unbelievable, Will!” Jack exploded from your left, making you flinch. “Seriously, I cannot believe you.”

“As is the definition of unbelievable,” Will countered snarkily from your right.

“Asking me to give up my inheritance for you over some half-baked scheme is crazy. You won’t even tell me what it is!”

“How many times? It’s not a scheme, it’s a scientific endeavour.”

“Call it what you want. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re insane.”

“And you’re insufferable.”

Jack threw up his arms frustratedly, “Why are you even here? (Y/N), why is he here?”

Will rolled his eyes, “I could ask the same thing if it wasn’t so painfully obvious.”

Both men fell silent, turning their hard gazes to you, though Jack softened marginally. You gave an awkward half-smile, having hoped neither of the brothers would have commented on the fact you’d invited them out under false pretences. Both originally thought that it would only be you and them individually; you knew if you’d have told them the truth they wouldn’t have come.

“C’mon guys, it’s not that bad, is it?” You asked helplessly.

“Yes,” They answered simultaneously.

Will’s chair scraped against the sidewalk as he got up, “That’s it. I’m done.”

Irritated by the quick turn of events, you slammed your fist against the table, “Sit down this instant.”

Will eyed you carefully, lowering himself back into his seat. He doubted he would have done the same for anyone else, but he cared about you greatly, even if he didn’t often show it. When the Joyce brothers’ parents passed away and Jack assumed responsibility for Will, you and Paul were the only ones from Jack’s original friend group to stick around through the bad times. As such, Will had grown a sort of detached fondness for you, like you were another sibling there to settle the arguments between him and Jack when they hit a stalemate.

“I invited you both out so we could have a nice day, just like the old times. Remember when we used to come here after school and talk about whatever was bothering us? Jack, when it was your finals, Will helped you study algebra here, and Will, when those idiots in class started bullying you, Jack taught you how to throw a punch here. Now it’s your turn to sit down and stop arguing for one day for me, because this may very well be the last day we get together like this. Can you do that?”

Jack looked away sullenly, mumbling a rushed, “Yeah.”

You glanced at Will who nodded curtly, embarrassed at being reprimanded by you.

“Good. I’m going inside to order now and when I get back, I expect to find the two of you talking nicely.”

Once you’d left Jack spoke again, “Jeez, looks like we made mom mad.”

Will wrinkled his nose disgustedly, “Gross. Don’t tell me you see (Y/N) in a parental light. That is hardly appropriate.”

“What are you talking about? You’re always saying stuff like that.”

“Exactly.”

“What? Wait, you’ve lost me.”

Will sighed, hating that he had to explain the paths his mind took, as usual; he might not have been as agitated about it if he and Jack hadn’t been arguing only minutes before. All the same, he tried to explain his thought-process to Jack, “Okay, think of (Y/N)’s relationship with you like… like an egg.”

“An egg?” Jack echoed.

Will could see from Jack’s confused expression that it wasn’t the time for metaphors. “Okay, forget the egg. Long story short, (Y/N) has a crush on you, so you can’t ever make a parent joke again.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, chuckling to himself, any previous anger towards Will forgotten. “You think (Y/N) has a crush on me?”

“No. I know (Y/N) has a crush on you.”

“No offense Will, but you’re hardly good at reading people.”

“Once again, you’ve proved my point. I,” Will pointed to himself, “Can’t read social cues. It’s rare that I’m ever sure what people think or feel, so when I say I know-”

“-You know,” Jack finished thoughtfully. “Alright, I’m game. How do we prove your crazy hypothesis?”

Will looked through the parlour window to make sure you weren’t coming out any time soon. There were a few people in front of you, so he figured he had some time if he spoke as fast as his mind went. He leaned closer to Jack, “Okay. You’re basically a male chimp.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, “A chimp…”

“Yes, keep up. In the wild, male chimps show their interest in mates by displaying their genetalia-”

Jack pointed warningly at Will, “If you’re suggesting for even a second that I send a dick pick-”

Will slapped Jack over the head, “Don’t be disgusting. I was going to say if we translate that behaviour to a socially acceptable equivalent, all you need to do is show you’re a worthy partner through a feat of skill or strength that highlights your muscles. See that guy behind the counter about to serve (Y/N)?”

Rubbing his sore head, Jack turned to examine a gangly forty-something man with an unflattering porn-stache. “Yeah.”

“You have to assert your dominance by punching him.”

Jack stared at Will disbelievingly, “I’m not punching some random guy.”

“He’s not random. I picked him because he short-changed me the last time I was here.”

“Fine, then I’m not punching some guy because you don’t like him.”

“Well then what do you propose?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Jack replied sarcastically, “how about I just ask (Y/N) how (s)he feels about me?”

“We’ll call that plan B.”

“I’m not punching-”

“Quiet, (Y/N)’s coming.”

You took your seat between the pair, “Ice cream will be here soon. Did you two find something nice to talk about while I was away?”

“Sort of,” Jack smiled playfully.

“’Kay, then hit me with it.”

“The guy behind the counter is a menace to society,” Will jumped in.

You nodded agreeably, “Tell me about it. He tried to short-change me. I should have decked him for it.”

“See,” Will said to Jack. “I told you my plan would have worked.”

“Plan?”

Jack was practically grinning from ear to ear, “Yeah, Will had a pretty fun hypothesis.”

“Do tell,” You said eagerly, awaiting yet another one of Will’s crazy theories that you had grown accustomed to over the years.

Will looked away awkwardly. You turned your attention to Jack, wondering exactly what you had accidently stumbled upon.

“(Y/N), do you have a crush on me?” Jack said, waiting eagerly for you to get flustered.

Instead, you answered coolly, “Sure I do. Who could resist those thunder-thighs you got?”

Just then, a server came out with a tray of ice-cream sundaes. Before she could pass them out, Will got up and grabbed his off the tray. “I don’t want to be here for this,” He said, heading for a table inside.

The server didn’t even bat an eyelid at the unusual scene. She placed a sundae in front of you and another in front of Jack who was laughing into the palm of his hand, practically convulsing, and without a word went back inside.

“THUNDER THIGHS!” Jack sputtered in hysterics.

You smiled. “I didn’t hear you deny it.”

Once his laughter had subsided somewhat, Jack looked at you quizzically. “Seriously, what does that even mean?”

You grabbed your spoon, tucking into your ice cream before gracing Jack with an answer. “Remember in high school when you decided to join the football team?”

“Yeah.”

“Back then I only went to those dumb games to watch you play.”

“And here was me thinking it was for the love of the sport,” Jack quipped.

“Alright, I get it, you knew that already. What you don’t know is that I led you to believe I was there to support you, but really I just went to watch you in those cute gym shorts. When you tackled, you looked great, or rather, your thighs did.”

“I think you’ll find all of me looks amazing; if you weren’t so focused on my thighs, you’d have noticed that by now.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me I inflated your ego further,” You groaned.

“While it was obviously indecent of you to stare so brazenly at me, especially without an escort, I find myself flattered that you think I’m the most beautiful creature you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”

“Careful or I’ll find someone else to stare at.”

“It’s far too late for that. At your age, it’s time to settle down with someone, before you’re put out to pasture. That’s why I’m going to make a one of a kind offer to you. If you go out with me tonight, I promise you won’t die alone… My thighs will be there too.”

You rested your hand over his, smiling the entire time, “Well, when you put it that way, I’d say you have yourself a date Mr Joyce… Should we call Will back now?”

Jack glanced through the shop window where Will was sat at the back, eyeing the two of you cautiously. “Give it a few more minutes. I think if we both stare at him for a while, the paranoia might break him.”

“What an interesting hypothesis.”

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Do You Know the Way to Santa Fe?

This was originally posted as part of the newsies fic contest run by @suddenly-im-respecsable, and placed second. (Thank you to those who voted for it!)

Word Count: 3381

Summary: Jack convinces Davey to join him and a bunch of the boys on a road trip to Santa Fe over spring break. Chaos ensues.

Warnings: None. Maybe lack of seatbelt wearing?

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“Davey, pack your bags!” Jack announced, bursting through the Jacobs’ door. “We’re going to Santa Fe!”

“Do what now?” Davey asked, poking his head out of his bedroom door.

“Pack your bags! We’re going on a road trip!” Jack exclaimed, plopping down on the couch. 

Davey closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head. 

“Jack,” he started, walking out of his room toward his best friend. “We can’t just… go to Santa Fe.”

“And why not?” Jack asked, bouncing on the couch.

“Because...because of a lot of reasons,” Davey said, crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah?” Jack asked, leaning forward. “Like what?”

“Like...school,” Davey said. 

Jack laughed. “Davey. It’s spring break. We don’t have school.” 

Davey frowned. “Okay, but how would we get there?”

“We’ll drive!” Jack said, standing. “Me and you, we’ll trade off.” He clapped Davey on the shoulder. “Come on, Davey! It’ll be fun!”

“Jack,” Davey said, “we don’t have enough time to drive there and back.”

“Sure we do!” Jack exclaimed. “We got a whole week! And ‘sides, I looked on Google and it’ll only take like a little over a day to drive there.”

“Yeah, if we don’t stop, which is super dangerous, Jack!” Davey shot back, shaking his head. 

“Ah, come on, Dave!” Jack said, pouting a little. “All the guys wanna.”

“Oh, all the guys?” Davey asked, crossing his arms. “How many people are going on this trip?”

“Not that many,” Jack said, clearly sensing danger. “So far just me and Crutchie for sure. But Race wants to, and if Race goes, Albert will. Hopefully you. Maybe a few more.”

“Jack…” Davey said, narrowing his eyes. “My van has seven spots. No more than seven.”

“Does that mean you’ll go?” Jack asked, his eyes lighting up.

“If-” Davey said, interrupting him. “If we plan everything, and we’ll take turns driving, and no more than seven people.”

“Right,” Jack said, fidgeting. “Me and you and no more than seven.”

“No more than seven, including me and you,” Davey clarified, glaring at Jack.

“Yeah, ain’t that what I said?” Jack replied innocently.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Davey said, giving up. “When are we leaving?”

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A few hours later, Davey pulled up outside Jack’s house.

Jack came running out, carrying a backpack. Crutchie followed behind him more slowly, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hiya, Davey!” Jack said, throwing his backpack in the trunk.

“Hey, Jack,” Davey said, smiling at him. “Where are we headed first?”

 “How about I drive while we’se picking everyone up?” Jack suggested, leaning on Davey’s door. “Seeing how I’m the one that organized everything.”

“Alright,” Davey said, climbing out of the driver’s seat. Jack playfully punched him on the shoulder.

“You’re the best, you know that, Davey?” Jack said.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Davey said.

“I call shotgun!” Crutchie cried, already opening the passenger door.

“S’only fair,” Jack agreed, and Davey nodded, climbing into the seat behind Jack’s.

“Who all are we picking up?” Davey asked, buckling his seatbelt.

“We’re picking Race and Albert up first,” Jack said, not meeting Davey’s eyes.

“And then?” Davey asked.

“And….then we’ll pick up the rest of the guys,” Jack said, shrugging.

“Uh-huh,” Davey said.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Crutchie said, buckling his seatbelt as well.

Jack started the car, backing out of their driveway. Davey glanced at Jack’s unused seatbelt.

“Jack…” Davey started.

“What?” Jack asked, twisting around to look at him. Davey looked from Jack, to where his seatbelt hung uselessly, and back to Jack again. “Oh, right,” Jack said, quickly buckling it without argument.

Before long, Race and Albert appeared in the distance. Upon spotting the van, both boys started jumping up and down and waving at them. Jack pulled over next to them.

“Road trip!” Race yelled, catapulting into the backseat.

Albert swung open Davey’s door. “Road trip!” he repeated, climbing over top of Davey into the backseat.

Davey grimaced. “Al, there’s an open seat literally on the other side,” he pointed out. Albert just shrugged.

“It’s faster,” he said.

“Do you guys have everything you need?” Davey asked, turning to look at them. 

“Aw yeah, all the essentials right here,” Race said, patting his backpack. “Hot Cheetos, Mountain Dew, toothbrush, and all my money.”

“Don’t you need a change of clothes or something?” Davey asked, frowning.

“Nah,” Race replied. “Who needs that?”

Davey closed his eyes for a moment, before turning to Albert. “What about you? Where’s your stuff?”

Albert started emptying his pockets. “I got my wallet, my phone, a pair of underwear, and….” he dug around a little, before triumphantly holding up a slightly smashed pack of gum. “Gum!”

“You can’t just-” Davey started, before stopping himself. “I give up.”

“So, are we good to go?” Jack asked. 

“LET’S GO!” Race yelled back.

“Road trip!” Albert yelled too.

“That’s gonna get old really fast,” Davey said.

“Where to now?” Jack asked. Crutchie consulted a list.

“We’re picking up a bunch of the guys at Specs’s place,” he replied.

“On it,” Jack said. 

“Ninety-nine bottles of Mountain Dew on the wall!” Race and Albert started. Crutchie bobbed his head along to their song.

As they pulled up to the curb next to Specs’s place, Davey narrowed his eyes at the number of boys standing around waiting. Specs, Romeo, Finch, Elmer. Four people. He counted again, before glancing around the minivan to make sure he wasn’t wrong. Two seats open.

“Jack…” Davey said slowly. 

“Yeah, Davey?” Jack said lightly, as Elmer opened the door, crawling into the backseat.

“We don’t have room for all of them,” Davey said warningly. Specs opened the trunk, carefully placing his duffel bag inside.

“Aw, sure we does!” Race piped up. Davey shot him a look over his shoulder, while Specs settled into the seat next to Davey.

“No, we don’t,” he said. “Jack, please tell me you’re not…”

Jack purposely did not meet Davey’s eyes.

“What up!” Romeo crowed, climbing over Specs into the backseat.

“Jack, look at me,” Davey said firmly. Jack whined, and looked into the rearview mirror. “We cannot fit anyone more.”

“Come on, Davey,” Jack protested. “How do ya expect me to choose who gets to come? ‘Sides, they’re all already in here.”

Davey looked over, and sure enough, Finch had perched himself on top of the box of food in the aisle. Elmer and Romeo waved from the backseat.

“Why stop at this?” Davey asked. “There’s still plenty of room, isn’t there? I’m sure we could fit someone in the trunk.”

“Davey, don’t be ridiculous,” Jack said, unbuckling his seatbelt and spinning to make direct eye contact with Davey.

Davey leveled his most disapproving glare at him. Jack flinched, but kept his puppy-eyes fixed on Davey.

“Davey,” Jack pleaded. “It’ll be fun.”

“Jack, it isn’t safe.”

“Technically, you can’t stop me….” Jack pointed out. “I am driving.”

“Is THAT why you wanted to drive first?” Davey said, rubbing his forehead.

Jack pushed a hand through his hair guiltily.

“Fine,” Davey said, sitting back in his seat. “I give up. You win. It’s not like I can stop you.”

“Did I hear a…..ROAD TRIP!” Race shouted from the backseat, setting off a chorus of “Road trip!” from the rest of the backseat.

Jack put the car back in drive and started down the road. He glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to catch Davey’s eyes, but Davey refused to look up at him. Jack sighed and turned back to the road. 

They had barely made it three blocks before Davey looked up.

“Hey Jack?” he said.

“Yeah?” Jack said, glancing back at him.

“Put your seatbelt on.”

Jack grinned at Davey, and buckled it in one smooth motion.

Davey smiled in spite of himself.

-----

Two hours passed before they hit the first snag. They’d made it out of New York and were somewhere in Pennsylvania. Davey was studying the map Race had dug out of Jack’s backpack. 

“Hey, Jack?” Race said hesitantly from the backseat. Davey turned to look at him.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Jack asked. Race sheepishly held up an empty bottle of pop.

“I gotta pee.”

“Can’t you hold it or somethin’?” Jack asked. “We don’t need gas for a few more hours, and the less we have to stop the better.”

“No, I REALLY needs to go,” Race insisted. 

Jack sighed. “Let me find an exit. Dave, help me look?”

“Yeah, I’m looking,” Davey said, squinting at the map. “There should be one in a few miles.”

Meanwhile, Race was bouncing up and down in the backseat.

“Hey, Race,” Albert said, an evil twinkle in his eye. “Think about waterfalls. Lakes. Rain.”

“La la la la la I can’t hear you!” Race said, sticking his fingers in his ears.

“Dripping faucets, rivers, oc-” Romeo slapped his hand over Albert’s mouth.

“Dude. We’re all crammed in the backseat here. Race is practically on both of our laps. If he pees himself, it’s gonna be so gross.” Romeo shuddered at the thought.

Albert just glared at Romeo.

“Ahh!” Romeo said, jerking his hand away from Albert. “He licked me!” 

Albert laughed. “Serves you right.” 

“Take this exit, Jack,” Davey said, leaning forward.

Jack veered suddenly into the exit lane. Davey gripped the door handle to anchor himself.

“Why do you do that?” Elmer asked curiously.

“Do what?” Davey asked, peering out the window for a gas station.

“Grab the door like that.”

“Oh, that,” Jack said, shaking his head. “He does that every time I turn. It ain’t like it’ll do you any good if we crash. Drives me nuts, ‘specially when he’s shotgun. It’s like you don’t trust my driving or somethin’.” Jack shook his head. “Hurts my feelings, Dave.”

Davey playfully punched Jack in the shoulder. “It’s not that. It’s just instinct. You turn too tight.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jack said. “Oh, hey, gas station!” He turned suddenly into the driveway, and Davey grabbed at the door.

“I swear to god, Dave,” Jack said.

“You can’t even see me!” Davey protested as Jack shut off the minivan.

“But I can feel it. In my heart.” 

Davey rolled his eyes and opened his door. Race climbed overtop of him, scrambling out of the van and running straight inside.

“Who’s all getting out?” Crutchie asked. 

“Everyone,” Jack said. “We are not stopping again until we need gas again.”

The other boys in the back grumbled, but crawled out of the backseat.

Davey stretched as he walked inside. Race had claimed the single person bathroom, so the other boys all stood in line waiting. 

“Race, hurry up!” Albert called, pounding on the door. “Get a move on, ya little-”

Race opened the door, a bright smile on his face. “Much better,” he announced, before darting off towards the candy aisle.

Before long, most of the boys had recongregated around the van.

“Want me to drive, Jack?” Davey asked. Jack shook his head.

“Nah, I can drive until the next gas stop.”

“You sure?” 

Jack nodded.

“Hey, can I drive?” Albert piped up.

“You are not driving my car,” Davey said.

“Absolutely not,” Jack said at the same moment, whacking Albert.

“Come on! I’ve only crashed like three times, and they’s all been Race’s fault,” Albert complained.

Jack raised one eyebrow, and Albert sighed.

“You guys is no fun.”

Jack climbed in the front seat, starting the car. Davey stood outside, waiting for Race who was last. Finally, he appeared, carrying a pile of candy and a six-pack of Mountain Dew bottles.

Davey just looked at him. Race stared right back at Davey. “I regret nothing,” he said, as if he was challenging Davey to say something.

Davey just shook his head. “Get in the van, Race.”

-----

“Wait, was that our exit?” Crutchie said, watching it disappear into the distance

Davey whipped his head around, staring at the offending sign. “Yeah, yeah it was,” he sighed. 

“Oh, shoot, you’re right,” Specs agreed, staring at the map. 

“Now what are we going to do? That exit was the only one that won’t take us miles out of our way,” Davey said, frowning.

“Don’t worry!” Jack piped up. “That’s just plan A.”

“Oh yeah?” Davey said. “Then, what exactly is plan B?”

“This!” Jack said, taking a sudden left turn. “Lefting!”

“LEFTAROO!” Race chimed in from the backseat. Davey buried his head in his hands.

“What do you got for me, Specs?” Jack asked.

Specs adjusted his glasses. “That actually wasn’t the worst turn. We’ll just take this route, take a few back roads, and get back onto our road. It’ll only add like twenty minutes.”

“Perfect!” Jack said. They drove in relative silence for a few minutes.

“Uh, guys?” Jack said suddenly.

“What now?” Davey asked.

“We’re low on gas.”

“Onto plan C?” Crutchie offered.

-----

Davey was almost relieved when it was his turn to drive. That relief didn’t last long, though, before he remembered how terrible of a backseat driver Jack was. 

“Davey, Davey, if you turn here it’s a shortcut.”

“Jack, that is a gravel road. That’s not a shortcut, it’s a ticket to getting lost. We don’t have time to get lost.”

“Your turn is in like ten miles,” Specs said, studying the map.

“Specs, give me that map,” Jack said, making a grab for it. “See, Davey?”

“Jack, sit down!” Davey put out an arm blocking Jack as he glanced back in the rearview mirror.

“Hey, give that back!” Race shouted. A quick glance told Davey that Albert had stolen Race’s hat. Again. 

Romeo was asleep against Elmer. Another glance, and Davey was pretty sure Romeo was drooling.

Finch was still perched on top of the food bin, a bag of chips in his hand. He was completely calm amid the chaos. Crutchie was also curiously calm, having not looked away from the window in probably two hours.

“Come on, Davey,” Jack said, starting to stand again.

“I swear to god, Jack, I will stop this car if you don’t put your seatbelt on.”

Jack settled back in his seat with a huff. “How come I’s the only one you ever yell at about seatbelts? Race and Albert aren’t wearing theirs, and Finch don’t even have one.”

“God forbid I care if you live or die,” Davey said, shaking his head, before reevaluating what Jack said. “Wait, Race and Albert aren’t wearing seatbelts?” He took another look in the rearview mirror. Albert, now wearing Race’s hat, shrugged at him. Race took advantage of Albert’s distraction to reclaim his hat. “Oh, my god, I’m driving a car full of idiots.”

“Hey, now!” Crutchie objected, looking over from his constant gazing out the window.

Davey sighed. “Fine. I’m driving a car made MOSTLY of idiots.”

“Imma take that as a compliment,” Race said, settling back into his seat. “Oh, by the way, I have to pee.”

Davey groaned.

-----

Around two in the morning, Davey pulled over to let Jack drive.

“Get some sleep, Dave,” Jack said, clapping him on the shoulder. Davey nodded tiredly.

He settled back into his seat, closing his eyes. However, as soon as he felt himself start to slip off to sleep, a loud voice startled him awake.

“Albert give it back!” Race cried. 

Davey shifted in his seat, moving his sweatshirt hood to cover his ears. Still, he could hear Race and Albert bickering in the backseat.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you sharing is caring?” Albert shot back.

“I DON’T CARE!” Race yelled, and Davey could hear the sounds of a struggle behind him. 

He raised his arms to cover his ears, when something landed in his lap. He opened his eyes slowly.  A bag of Twizzlers sat on his legs.

“Them’s mine,” Race said, leaning over and grabbing it.

“Let me have it!” Albert yelled, also grabbing it. Davey flinched, blinking at them sleepily.

“Let. Go. Of. The. Twizzlers,” Davey said slowly. Both boys released the bag and retreated. Davey took one look at the bag on his lap, and passed it up to Crutchie.

“Thanks, Davey!” Crutchie said, immediately grabbing a piece of licorice and taking a bite.

“Those is-” Race started, but Jack cut him off.

“Race. Albert. Shut up and let Davey sleep,” he said, reaching a hand back and patting Davey’s knee.

Davey looked up at him. “Jack,” he said slowly. “I love you, but don’t touch me.”

Jack’s hand went back to the steering wheel, and finally, Davey could drift off to sleep.

-----

When Davey finally woke up, the van was stopped at a gas station. He looked around, slightly disoriented. None of the other boys were in the van, but Jack was filling the tank outside.

He sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Jack noticed him, and waved.

Davey opened his door and climbed out.

“Morning, Davey,” Jack said, smiling. “You sleep good?”

“Yeah, actually,” Davey said, stretching. “I can drive now. Just give me a minute to wake up.”

“Alright. The other guys are inside, so if you want anything to eat, go get it.”

Davey nodded, and headed into the store.

Once everyone had something, they piled back into the minivan, with Davey behind the wheel. 

“Everyone ready?” Davey asked. A variety of “yeah” and “yes” echoed back at him.

Davey started down the road, eating his breakfast sandwich. They couldn’t have been driving for more than ten minutes before Davey glanced back, and saw Jack’s “breakfast.”

“Jack, are you eating fruit snacks for breakfast?” Davey asked.

“What’s wrong with that?” Jack asked, opening another pouch.

“They’re literally candy,” Davey said.

“But they has fruit in ‘em,” Jack said lightly, popping another in his mouth.

“What? Jack, no, that’s not...that’s not how that works.”

“Then why is they in the breakfast aisle?” Jack complained.

“But they’re not?” Davey replied, setting his sandwich down.

“They’re by the pop-tarts,” Jack corrected him. “They’s breakfast.”

“Wait, fruit snacks ain’t breakfast?” Race asked, perking up from the backseat.

“What? No!” Davey replied.

“Next you’se gonna tell me Gushers ain’t, either!” Race said, shaking his head.

“They’re not, though?” Davey said incredulously.

“You’se not my mom,” Race said, glowering.

“Don’t upset Mom,” Albert whispered, poking Race. “He don’t like when you say that.”

“Albert, what-” Davey cut himself off, shaking his head. “Nevermind, I don’t even want to know. Race, please tell me you don’t have Gushers right now.”

Finch silently handed Davey a potato chip, who took it.

“And seriously, Jack,” he continued, without missing a beat. “Fruit snacks are not a good breakfast. You’re gonna feel really sick later, and it won’t be my fault if you are.” He gestured wildly with the potato chip, and Jack followed it with his eyes. “Please, eat some crackers or something at least.”

“Are you gonna eat that?” Jack interrupted.

“Huh?” Davey asked, then looked at the potato chip in his hand. “Why am I holding this?”

Finch dissolved into laughter. Jack grabbed it out of his hand and popped it in his mouth.

“Jack!” Davey complained.

-----

As they drove past a sign that said, “Santa Fe, 20 miles,” Jack could barely control his excitement. “Davey, Davey, it’s really happening!” he said, hitting Davey’s shoulders repeatedly. “Crutchie. Crutchie. We’re almost in Santa Fe.”

“We’re almost in Santa Fe,” Crutchie replied.

Jack pretended to faint.

“You good back there, Jack?” Davey asked. Jack sat back up with a spring. 

“I’ve never been this excited in my entire life,” he exclaimed. “Are we there yet?”

“Jack. Look out the window. You’ll know when we’re in Santa Fe.”

“There are MOUNTAINS!” Jack said, eyes wide.

“Whoa,” Elmer added.

“Jack, you’ve been painting these mountains since you were six years old,” Crutchie pointed out.

“And they’re BEAUTIFUL…” Jack sighed.

The next twenty minutes passed in silence until….

“Santa Fe!” Crutchie cried as they passed the town sign. Jack was startlingly quiet.

“Jack?” Davey asked, looking in the rearview mirror.

“I’m actually in Santa Fe,” Jack whispered, his voice caught in his throat.

“Hey, Jack, are you crying?” Race asked.

Davey checked his blind spot, and pulled over to the side of the road. He put the car in park and turned around to look at Jack.

“Jack, are you okay?” he asked.

Jack nodded, his eyes all watery. “It’s just...beautiful.”

“Welcome to Santa Fe, Jack,” Davey said, smiling at him.