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jen-with-a-pen · 1 year ago

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F O X ＨＵＮＴ

summary: Not only has HYDRA executed their infiltration on S.H.I.E.L.D., but they have also reclaimed their finest weapon. Your safety isn't the only thing that's compromised.

pairings: WS!Beefy!Bucky Barnes x F!Avenger!Reader

word count: 6.1k

warnings: chasing, being hunted down, implied n0n-con elements, canon-level violence, cursing, implied t0rture, blood, beat1ngs, forced nud1ty, language, HYDRA-level cruelty, Bucky gets Brainwashed (again), there's Steve x Reader if you squint REALLY REALLY hard

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a/n: This was inspired by last year's Whumptober Day 2: NOWHERE TO RUN - CORNERED, CAGED AND CONFRONTATION. I know it's February JUNE, but shit came up and my motivation tanked lmao thanks adhd med trials Literally have never done a dark(er?) fic before and this one has been cooking for god knows how fucking long now. I hope y'all like it <3 (also the hydra victory au is something i discovered from the lovely @lunarbuck reset series and stewed obsessively over for literal months now. still obsessed with it whoops)

dividers by @firefly-graphics | gif by @lost-shoe | @hydravictrix

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Translations

Lisitsa | лисица - fox/little fox

Soldat | солдат - soldier

Syuda | сюда - over here

Khitraya suka | хитрая сука - sly bitch

Moy priz | мой приз - my prize

Glupaya pizda | глупая пизда - stupid cunt

Moye | мое - mine

The infiltration was subtle at the start.

A few missions gone mysteriously wrong, agents killed in action or disappearing entirely, hacks that were, thankfully, contained within an inch of a full-blown data breach. All of it seemed so coincidental when it happened, swept under the rug each and every single time before Director Fury could have a swear-filled say as to what the hell was going on.

But hindsight is 20/20. It always is.

The day S.H.I.E.L.D. fell was, ironically, the perfect day: brilliant sunshine, clear blue skies, a breeze weaving between the towering buildings and skyscrapers. It was almost eerie, in a way, how perfect of a day it was.

You found yourself in the gym, Steve and Sam hashing it out on whose turn it was in sparring. You had all but knocked Sam out cold in the previous round as Steve watched from behind the ropes, cheering you on with a cocky, proud grin as he watched all of his hard work in your training pay off.

Of course, the stubborn ass he was, Sam wanted another go.

“C’mon, Steve! I wanna rematch!” Sam protested, gesturing wildly in your direction with one hand while his other held an ice pack to his bruised temple. Steve stifled a laugh, tossing a glance over his shoulder to you. You shook your head, smiling back as you gulped down the rest of your water bottle. Cool strands spilled out from the corners of your lips and down your chest. You welcomed the relief from the sweat gluing your t-shirt to your skin.

“How ‘bout I take Steve instead of giving you another concussion?” you retorted, giggling as Sam shot a narrow look at you. He huffed, forfeiting his argument by waving a dismissive hand.

“Fine, ’m gonna go find some pain meds,” he grumbled, turning to point a swollen finger at Steve. “I better see you in the infirmary next, Cap.”

He stomped off through the metal doors and left the two of you in silence.

“Whaddya say, sweetheart? You up for round two?” Steve teased, stepping under the ropes and into the ring. He wrapped his hands as he moved to the center, muscle memory carrying him while keeping his eager gaze on you. His eyes carried excitement as they journeyed up and down your figure, rolling his lip between his teeth as he drank you with his stare.

You did little to hide your pride at the Captain checking you out, chewing the corner of your cheek to tame your own smirk at the beautiful blond. You turned away, hiding the heat from your cheeks as you tossed your bottle at your bag. You weaved under the ropes, coming face to face with your willing opponent in the center. You lifted your chin to meet his, the hidden smirk on your lips growing into a grin.

“With you? Always, old man,” you purred. You tossed him a teasing wink as you positioned your fists in front of you, feet planted firmly in the starting stance. Steve lingered on you for a second longer, tongue swiping across his lips hungrily as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, raising his hands to mirror you.

The two of you began to circle one another, dancing in a familiar pattern you knew by heart. Steve took his first swipe at you and you ducked, managing a hit to his stomach. A grunt escaped from him– not of hurt but of thrill. He lunged for you as you dodged again, blocking his failed strike to your head.

“Wow! You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks!” you taunted, dodging another blow, his wrapped fist only grazing your shoulder. You rolled it back, holding back a slight wince as you continued the violent waltz.

You lunged at him, instead faltering and falling to the ground. Readying the curse on your tongue, it stopped short of your lips as you looked up at Steve.

He stood frozen in place, panting, fists at his sides clenching tighter and tighter. As you opened your mouth to unload even more cursing questions, screeching erupted from the loudspeakers around the room. High-pitched tones screaming above, a robotic voice speaking clinically and quickly. You scrambled off the floor, unease creeping in as you latched onto Steve’s arm, his arm tensing under your touch.

CODE WHITE. CODE SILVER. ALL SECURITY AND TEAM UNITS URGENTLY NEEDED. 40th FLOOR. THREAT IS ACTIVE AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS. REPEAT. CODE WHITE. CODE SILVER. ALL SECURITY AND TEAM UNITS–

The message had cut out, static replacing it alongside the echoing alarms throughout the hallways outside the gym. You looked up at Steve. Anxiety surged upon finding his face devoid of all blood, his jaw slack, eyes boring into the metal doors leading to the hallway. He looked scared.

You’d never seen Steve scared before.

“Steve, what the fuck was that–”

“Get to the locker rooms and hide,” he ordered. He pulled his arm from you, jumping over the ropes and sprinting to his duffel bag on the floor. He pulled out his phone and dialed frantically as he ran to the doors.

“Steve!” You stood trembling in the ring as your stomach churned.

“Now!” he yelled. “I’ll come back for you!”

He didn’t wait to hear your response as he slammed the gym doors shut, followed by a whir and click.

He locked you in.

You didn’t– couldn’t– hesitate as a surge of urgency overtook you. You needed to hide. Now. Fast.

Your legs carried you as you jumped out of the ring and raced to grab your duffel bag, sprinting to the back of the gym through another set of double doors. You wove through the tiled maze of the locker room searching for some sort of hiding spot, settling on the showers. You snuck over to the stall at the very end, the closest one to the emergency exit, and ducked under the opaque plastic curtain. Your bag fell to the floor as you climbed onto the stall seat. Blood pumped in your ears, thumping as quickly as your shaky, shallow breathing. Millions of thoughts and questions and worries rushed through your mind at impossible speeds.

White and Silver. Which alert was that for?

You racked through fleeting memories, distant recollections of training and orientation from months ago, searching for anything remotely familiar. You remembered all of the other codes– red, orange, teal– but no white, no silver.

A faint buzzing sounded from inside your duffel. You lunged, unzipping it and fishing out your phone. Natasha. Her name lit up the screen and you frantically hit the answer key before the call could even think about dropping.

“Where the fuck are you?” Her panicked voice hissed into your ear. Her edged tone was enough to make your stomach backflip faster.

“Locker rooms, forty-fifth floor. What the fuck is going on, Nat?” Your voice shook as anger and confusion boiled in your blood.

A muffled swear. “Where’s Steve?”

“He ran out, locked me in, told me to hide.” More incoherent curses.

“Fuck, fuck, okay, look, trust me on this, you need to stay where you are, okay? I can get you out, I–”

High-pitched ringing overtook the speaker, sending you reeling away from the receiver. Static echoed out of the speakers.

“You what? Natasha!”

“No– time– you–”

“Natasha! Hello?”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You tore the phone away from your ear and choked back the bile rising in your throat. Service was out. The blinking bars at the top of the screen mocked you and your sudden plunge into isolation.

The lights went next.

The dull fluorescents flickered. Someone cut the electricity, sending you into almost darkness as the backup generator lights kicked on. Scattered lights from above cast an eerie yellow glow over the shower tiles. You’d only seen this kind of outage happen once before, when New York was hit with Hurricane Noah a few years back.

The fear you felt in that storm paled in comparison to what you felt now.

You sighed, shaky and surrendering, and pulled your body closer to you on the shower bench. A chill snaked its way down your spine as your skin brushed the cool ceramic, an unwelcome addition to the cold already enveloping you. Your sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts failed to aid you and your aching muscles. Fingernails dug into your kneecaps in a struggle to stop trembling as you tried to focus on your breathing. Inhaling, exhaling, in, out. Screwing your eyes shut, praying to any deity imaginable it was all just a drill, it was all an accident or a misunderstanding or–

The ground shook as a loud bang echoed from outside the locker room. A panicked yelp escaped your throat before your hands could scramble and cover your mouth. You froze as the tremors subsided and listened. It, or they, sounded close.

Too close.

Another BANG! Then another.

Rhythmic, steady blows, each quicker and more powerful than the last. Hands clamped tighter over your lips until your blood froze at the sounds of crushing steel and crumbling concrete. The lump in your throat grew as horrific realization flooded over you.

They, or it, broke in.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it– those doors were more fortified than Tony’s lab. Four-inch-thick, steel and plexiglass doors with a three-tier secured locking system. Nothing, nobody– not even the strongest Super Soldier– was powerful enough to make the faintest of dents in them.

Racing through who, or what, could have possibly broken into the gym, your train of thought derailed as echoes of men yelling indecipherable words and mixed commands shattered the remaining air of safety you clung to. Listening intently, a mix of combat boots and tactical gear filtered in with the echoed commands.

The S.T.R.I.K.E. Team.

Your legs begged for reprieve from crouching, but your body disobeyed and froze you in place. Part of you didn’t trust who was outside. Footsteps and gruff voices became heavier, closer. The relief that greeted you was replaced again by panic as you listened closer.

Clear, Russian commands resonated at the entrance to the locker rooms. They were coming in.

Your breath hitched, blood running cold as footsteps closed in. It was one person, but their steps didn’t sound like the heavy boots before them. They sounded more like…

Sneakers?

The rubber from the intruder’s shoes squeaked on the tiled floors. Ragged breathing echoed off the walls. A low growl, accompanied by quiet whirring. Someone big, someone mean.

Your heart made its way to your throat as the intruder inched closer. Slow, methodical, as if trained in search and rescue.

It didn’t feel like a rescue.

The lump almost turned into a scream as an echoed BANG carried from the bathroom stalls around the corner. Silence followed, then a growl, then another BANG. The cycle repeated for the remaining stalls, the intruder slowly creeping along. Growls became deeper upon each disappointment.

Hostages. They were looking for hostages.

Soles squeaked as the intruder changed course, stomping around the corner to search the line of shower stalls. You hiccuped a sob, realizing tears started to trail down your cheeks. Biting your palm only proved a lame attempt to calm your racing heart, a scream threatening to leave your throat as they began tearing the plastic curtains off the stalls. Each clang of metal cracking onto the tile became closer as you ground your teeth into the meat of your hand. Eyes screwed shut, silent prayers raced in your head, pleading to wake up; to wake up from this hellscape of a sick, twisted nightmare.

The intruder’s steps stopped.

Your eyes opened, widening at the blurred, hulking shadow standing outside of your stall. They had to be well over six feet. Towering, bulky, monstrous.

Slowly, the shadow’s hand reached for the curtain. One by one, its fingers closed around the plastic’s edge, preparing to rip it down and rip you open. Eyes burning, hot tears felt like molten metal as you attempted to make yourself as small as possible in your corner, huddling your knees as close as they could be. This was it. This was the end. You prayed– actually fucking prayed– hoping they couldn’t hear your pathetic whimpering, hoping they would make this quick, painless; break your neck or put a gun to your head and get it over with. Leave your body for someone else to find.

“Soldat, syuda!”

The command made your heart stop.

The shadow froze, stopped by a call from the entrance to the locker room. Skin met your teeth as you bit harder into your hand. Lungs began panicking as you started hyperventilating, bile reaching your throat and burning the back of your tongue.

The shadow, the monster, growled in protest. It retracted the curled hand from the curtain, wordlessly moving back towards the bathroom stalls. Footsteps faded as muffled conversation floated away from the locker room.

You needed to get the fuck out of there.

You slid off the bench, legs aching and knees popping as you crouched silently over to the curtain, peeking out behind the plastic. It crinkled quietly and you bit your lip, leaning out ever so slightly over the threshold.

Tiptoeing around the corner, you faced the emergency exit. The glowing sign omitted a creepy, green glow that added to the eeriness brought by the generator lights.

This was it.

You slammed the push bar down, throwing the door open with your body and spilling out into the hallway. Sunlight flashed through the infinite glass hallway, blinding you. In your frozen state, you hear commotion from behind the door as it slammed shut. Banging from the other side, the sound of metal on metal, made your teeth grind. Indents from punches dented the door, deforming its smooth outside. You didn’t stay frozen for long as your body screamed at you to fucking move, now.

Your legs obeyed immediately, carrying you through the corridor to the closest means of escape you could find. As you rounded the corner, the crushing sounds of the door breaking off of its hinges hit your ears. You didn’t dare to look back, sprinting through the twists and turns of the infinite hallway. You followed what felt familiar, burning muscles egged on by the sound of pounding footsteps getting closer and closer.

Finally, you stumbled onto the entrance to a stairwell, pausing to gasp for air your lungs demanded. The burn in your legs and chest only aided in the physiological need to hyperventilate. Sweat dripped from your temple and your head pounded as hard as your feet hitting the ground.

You leaned into the safety bar, inches away from further distancing yourself from whatever, whoever, was on your trail, when a yell erupted from the end of the hallway.

It felt like slow-motion; one of those scenes in those cheesy horror movies Sam always made you and Steve watch on weekends off. The ones with cheap FX, bad sound, but somehow great editing for the budget. The scenes where realization hits the main character and suddenly everything is half the speed while they still move in real time.

You turned your head towards the source. Then, it hit you. Blood drained from your face as the horror of realization hit you, like a speeding sixteen-wheeler head on.

Bucky Barnes stood hulking at the end of the hallway. Generator lights and setting sun illuminated his snarling teeth, gleaming from parted lips that had him panting like a rabid dog. If you hadn’t known better it would’ve looked like he was heading for the gym for his daily workout. Blown pupils, sweat-stuck hair, complimented by a shaking frame– most definitely caused by adrenaline, dopamine, and a slew of Gods-knew-what other drugs he had pumped into his system. Splotches of drying, smeared blood coated his neck and shirt while even more dripped onto the ground from his fists. The crimson contrasted with the medically white floors.

Bile rose in your throat again. The acidic taste made you dry heave at the sight of the blood, knowing from the looks of Bucky it definitely wasn’t his.

He snarled as your eyes finally met. Fists of flesh and metal flexed. Rippling muscles shook as he readied to launch forward.

“You’re mine, lisitsa!” he barked. His voice booming louder than the speed of sound, it made your ears ring.

Your throat finally opened. You screamed as he sprinted towards you, making more ground down the hallway than an apex predator out of hibernation. You shoved the exit door open, heaving your legs forward as you ascended the stairs. No choice but to go up, you refused to look back– nay you didn’t dare to even consider it. Muscles and tendons and joints burned, yearning for you to stop, but the door slamming from flights below you only pushed you harder, flying up and passing floor after floor.

You were fast, but he was faster.

Dizziness overtook you as your vision began to blur. Darkened edges of your peripherals made you stop your climb at level 50, pausing for a split second to hear Bucky’s progress. He was close behind, but you still had more of an advantage. You knew the Tower better than him. You knew level 50 had another stairwell on the opposite side of the floor, through another hallway off the corner of your current one. Sneakers pounded too close for comfort as you shoved the door open and made a break for it down another corridor labyrinth.

If you made it out of this alive, you swore you’d kill Tony’s architect yourself.

“You can’t hide forever, lisitsa!” Bucky’s voice rang out from the stairwell as you rounded the corner, sprinting through more identical-looking hallways. Another corner later and the glowing red EXIT sign appeared above the next stairwell. A beacon of hope, almost. Relieved, you head straight for it, body and mind and soul pushing against the burning and the gasping for air. You were right there, hand outstretched, fingertips grasping the metal bar–

It felt like a car crash.

Not an accident or fender bender. No, it felt like seventy miles an hour meets a tree with no intent of moving. That split-second feeling where your stomach drops and you can all but brace for the deadly impact destined for you to meet.

Time stopped as you were yanked backwards. Cold, slick metal wrapped around your ankle, bloody hand print smearing some poor bastard’s DNA all over your calf as your body fell to the ground. Hard. Your jaw clenched as your chin slammed into the linoleum. Teeth ground into your tongue as copper flooded your tastebuds. Your lungs, with little wind left in them, gasped for oxygen. Another scream rising in your throat became stuck in your vocal cords.

Bucky whipped you around as you struggled to free your lower half. You landed on your shoulder, head bouncing against the floor and teary eyes struggled to stay open and endure the pain. He straddled your form, the weight crashing down on your bones and organs. A sharp inhale impaled your chest as you met Bucky’s darkened eyes, then; the familiar steel blue replaced entirely with dilated, unhinged pupils.

It was the first time you got a good look at his face. His face is speckled with blood spatter and several bruises spread across his cheek down his neck. Two black eyes, a bloody nose– one you hoped was his– and a broken lip. The bloodied collar of his shirt only aided in the mess of his hair. His soft, chocolate strands stuck in mats to his neck and temples with sweat and blood.

Out of sheer habit, because he looked like your Bucky, you couldn’t help but reach a hand out to him. A soft plea for the man behind his eyes, one you begged everything holy was still there. He held your stare, face contorting into unrecognizable emotions. Tears brimmed your eyes as your hand stretched further, sobs escaping as your fingers inched closer and closer to his battered face.

“Bucky, it’s me–”

Your appeal transformed into a shriek, quickly snuffed out as Bucky wrapped his crimson-spattered metal hand around your throat. You choked, sputtering lost pleas as your hands flew to your neck. Fingernails flailed in futile attempts to claw off the weapons-grade titanium.

“You’re done running, khitraya suka,” Bucky’s hot breath fanned your face as he leaned in. His mouth grazed your jaw, titanium hand on your throat flexing with each syllable. He slowly made his way down your neck, pushing harder into your chest with his forearm. A heavy growl. His grip only tightened as you tried to knee him in the groin, picking you up by your neck and slamming you down again.

Stars circled your blurred vision, eyes rolling back into your head. The corridor, the lights, everything split into two.

“You owe me for my victory, lisitsa,” Bucky’s husky whisper resonated in your ear as he licked the side of your face, his hot, wet mouth against your tear-stained cheek. As his free hand moved to the waistband of your shorts, another surge of panic washed through you. You tried to sputter a weak cry from your closed-off throat, blood turning cold, another scream building and building in your chest and aching for release.

“You owe me what’s mine –!”

BANG!

Something from somewhere all of a sudden. The object slammed into Bucky, throwing him off of you and spilling across the floor.

Finally, your lungs lunged at the chance for air, leaving you a heaving, choking, coughing mess. Spitting at the ground as you made your way shakily to your hands and knees, a freed hand traveling to rub the fresh strangulation bruises forming on the column of your stiff neck.

“Get the fuck off her, Bucky!”

Steve.

As your vision cleared, the shield whizzed past you as it ricocheted back into Steve’s open arms. Bucky groaned, low and guttural, but only for a moment is he subdued. Slowly, he rose, like smoke from extinguished ashes, looking to his metal vice. A large dent adorned the weathered, bloodied appendage where his bicep met his shoulder. He then turned his attention to Steve, baring his teeth, anger coursing through him as he immediately disregarded you. His sights set on a new target, launching himself at Steve without a beat lost.

Steve grunted as Bucky’s metal fist met the vibranium shield with a deafening clang. Steve gritted his teeth and pushed back, managing to break Bucky’s attack and aim a kick for his stomach.

“Go! I got him!” Steve yelled to you through a gasp as Bucky countered with his own swipe at Steve’s middle. Your body stayed put, relishing in the ability to fucking breathe again, also painfully aware how screwed you’d be if you didn’t escape as you had the chance. You willed yourself to move, to run and to keep going, to no avail. As Steve landed a blow to Bucky, his eyes met yours once more. His baby blues, pained and tired, begged for you to listen to him for once in your life.

“Now!”

The strain in Steve’s voice seemed to ignite a fire underneath you. Pushing yourself up, you willed your legs to carry you to the exit. Bloody shoe prints tracked your route as you slammed through the doorway. You cursed, knowing they’ll give away which way you’d go, knowing your life matters more than a twenty-dollar pair of sneakers. Kicking them off, throwing the pair down the exit, praying they made it far enough Bucky wouldn’t know any better.

You threw yourself up the stars, tremors and pain afflicting every limb as the cold concrete seeped in through your socks in each step. The railing helped as you heaved yourself forward with help from the railing. Sweaty palms slipped on the bars, but your grip only grew tighter.

You didn’t know how you, or your body, was able to do it, making it up seven more flights of stairs before your knees buckled on level 57. Heaving the door open and slamming it shut, you stumbled out into the new hallway. You hadn’t visited that level before. Something Steve and the others– especially Doctor Banner– said was “just a business floor.”

The sign on the wall directing to ‘SAFELAB’ said otherwise. Nothing in the Tower was “just business.”

What you did know was that every SAFELAB on every floor was located in the same, far-east hallway.

Wiping the sweat from your temple, you turned right, jogging down the darkened, emptied-out hallway. It felt like the apocalypse. No sign of anybody else. Doors left ajar, papers and bags and other employee memorabilia scattered throughout abandoned offices and cubicles. You hoped everyone was able to make it out, at least.

Part of you didn’t hope for much, though.

The door to the lab came into view as you rounded the last corner. The door was still locked, the lab inside sterile and untouched. A sigh of relief escaped you. Holding your palm to the door’s scanner, it answered your prayers in a soft beep and whir, miraculously allowing you in.

You maneuvered through the multiple security doors, four in total, crouching low once you managed to slip into the lab itself. The gigantic window at the front of the labspace spared no room for you to hide easily, but you had zero room to complain about it. It was your only option, after all.

Well, besides the roof.

Crouched, you snuck your way around the counters and various equipment to one of the supply closets. The furthest corner from the entrance. You scoured through drawers and cupboards for some sort of weaponry; the most you could find was a new scalpel out of a box of extras.

You closed in on the supply closet, reaching up and grasping the handle, turning it slowly to prevent any squeaks from the inner hinge. A tear glided down your cheek in relief. You hadn’t realized you started crying. Again.

The door swung open. It greeted you mostly empty, deep enough for you to cram your body into. Crawling inside, bones and limbs contorted into the most comfortable position you could manage. You pinched the edges of the doors to close them as best as you can, accepting they, in fact, couldn’t close all the way from the inside. A curse under your breath, the sliver of dim light through the crack cast onto your face. Once settled, you crumpled your damp t-shirt up from the collar and shoved the fabric into your mouth. Teeth and tongue greeted sweaty cotton and hints of copper as you bit down on the collar, covering your mouth with a free hand.

At last, after Gods knew how long it had been since you ceased moving, a silenced sob heaved out of your chest. Tremors only worsened as your nervous system rode out the fumes of its adrenaline high and flight mode instincts. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks, mixing with snot further down your face, slipping down to your neck and leaving behind streaked paths in the bloodied, hand-printed bruises adorned on your flesh. The pain from the near-strangulation you suffered broke through the shock and endorphins that were keeping you sane until then. You knew, though, you couldn’t break down. Not yet. Not until you saw Natasha or Steve or someone you trusted face-to-face.

You started counting your breaths. Mind racing, thoughts traveling near sonic speeds through your mind carrying questions at how the hell it all happened.

You thought for sure S.H.I.E.L.D. was secure, especially after the ordeal with Bucky, Steve, and the whole ‘defeating HYDRA’ ordeal from a few years back. Hell, you thought it was safer than taking the FBI’s recon mission that was offered to you before being referred to Tony himself. Your mind raced, what-ifs and endless possibilities flashing across your eyes like a snuff film. You hoped Steve was okay. You hoped Natasha was on her way to your location any second. You hoped Sam was safe and made it out okay. You hoped Bucky –

Bucky.

Christ, you hadn’t even stopped to think about how the hell everything happened to him. He’d been doing so well in his recovery program. Steve was even telling you about it that same morning, bragging about how well Bucky was doing, how much progress he was making, how soon they’d finally be able to move in together once Doctor Banner cleared him. Another sob overtook you. How you’d never seen him like that before, the feeling of his titanium arm slowly crushing your windpipe, the weight of his entire body crushing your internal organs as he’d held you down. The things he’d said. You tried to wrap your head around what he’d said, what he was going to do–

Crashing followed by shattering glass emitted a muffled yelp from you as your blood ran cold. Another wave of tears flooded out of your burning eyes, chest heaving unevenly. Your hand clamped even tighter over your mouth as teeth bit into the salty fabric of your shirt, drying up any more moisture your mouth was grateful to finally have.

BANG! Then another. Then more in rapid succession. Shattering, crashing, shattering, silence. The final blow to the security doors sounded from inside the lab itself. Your breath hitched and bile began bubbling in your stomach, reaching the back of your throat and across your tongue. You forced yourself to swallow the acid, listening intently to the crunch of sneakers on shattered glass.

He’d found you.

“Lisitsaaa,” Bucky drawled, his voice dropped to a primally low octave. Lower than before. You almost couldn’t make out the words, a mixture of growled mumblings of English and Russian. Knees folded closer to your chest, you tightened your grip on the handle of the scalpel. Bucky’s footsteps were slow, methodical, predatorial.

His heavy steps inched closer, each followed by a pause, then sudden crashing of lab equipment and smashing of drawers. More glass and metal slammed to the ground and walls after each pause. He sounded feet away. Then inches.

Your breathing stopped as the sliver of light clouded over. The lump in your throat threatened more puke to rise as you dared to peer up through the crack, heart dropping like a dead weight to your stomach as your eyes fell on freshly bloodied sneakers. A stifled scream in your lungs choked you. You refused to think about whose blood that was.

Eyes darted back up. You could see Bucky’s blurred features clouded in shadows. The only light visible, then, was the glint from his wicked smile. Bloodied teeth shone as he licked his lips hungrily, a predator finally cornering its prey.

Ever so slowly he crouched, shoving his face closer into the seam in the door. Tears and snot continued to stream down your face, your body hyperventilating as you forced yourself to look into his eyes. There was nothing else you could do. Nothing else to say, to cry about. There was nowhere left to run. He got you.

“There you are, moy priz,” Bucky hissed before reaching through and throwing the doors open, heavy hands leaving imprints in the flimsy metal. Frozen, your fist was still closed around the scalpel, your muscles tensed as joints locked in place. His evil eyes scanned your body greedily, looking for which cut of meat to divulge in first. His gaze stopped at your fist and he chuckled, tisking in a disappointed tone.

“Oh, glupaya pizda,” Bucky shook his head, amused at your meager choice of weaponry. Compared to him, you might as well have been waving a white flag. His smile only grew, tongue jutting out to lick his lips. Specks of blood coated the sides of his cheeks and edges of his mouth, smeared about from ear to ear with the back of his hand.

“Come with me and they might consider your life, lisitsa–”

You sprung into him, swinging your arm, landing the scalpel into the middle of his flesh hand, impaling straight through it. In an instant, blood spewed from the impact. Bucky screamed out in pain, a slew of mixed language curses reverberating in your skull. You scrambled out of your hiding place, bashing him with a balled fist to the face as you tumbled out and onto your feet, sprinting to the lab’s only exit. Freedom was only an arm’s length away when an overturned stool tripped you. The impact didn’t hurt near as much as the millions of shattered glass bits shredded cut into your skin, your hands and knees and arms and face littered as blood smeared under you and across the once-sterile white floors. You cried out, writhing around. Battered and bloodied, struggling to rise and run again despite the searing pain in your ankle.

Before you could form your next thought, a rough hand snatched your scalp and dragged you up by your hair. You uttered a panicked scream as Bucky hoisted you to eye level, snarling like a rabid dog as he shook you hard.

“I thought you were smarter than that, lisitsa,” he sneered, “but I was wrong.”

He hurled you back onto the floor, his bloodied, titanium fist still gripping your hair, dragging you over to one of the disheveled lab tables. More glass shredded your skin, blood and sweat and tears mixing and pouring over your face and hands and body. With ease and a free hand, he swiped the rest of the contents off another counter; beakers and burners crashed to the floor. His grip tightened as he threw you up onto the stainless steel counter, the dead weight of your body banging onto the table, landing you hard on your back. Eardrums rang into your skull and jaw, radiating down your spine and out your limbs. Your hands slip against the smooth metal from the blood, futile attempts to grab onto something, anything. You groaned and huffed excess sobs. The pain, unbearable; the fear, unimaginable.

Bucky hoisted himself onto the table, landing on top of your broken body, his knee hitting your spine and knocking your last breath out of you. Straddling you, his thick thighs bulged through tattered sweatpants, squeezing into your rib cage. He looped another fist into your hair, raising your head and slamming it down. The side of your face smushed into the steel table, smearing around more blood as he did it again. And again. The cartilage in your nose cracked and throbbing pain radiated into your eyes, your skull. Warmth from the break and the blood poured over your face. The pain, dulling into numbness as you began to fade in and out of consciousness.

Your vision started to blur and blacken, stars and specks orbiting around Bucky like a halo of hallucination. Your body, finally surrendering to him. No fight left. Any strength you could have mustered, funneled into staying awake, proved useless.

A new sound, then: ripping.

You didn’t have to look to witness Bucky unrelentingly tear your t-shirt away from your body, training his eyes on your open form. Bruised skin exposed to cool air, your chest still momentarily held together by your sports bra. He made quick work of it next, the nylon snapping off in one swipe, sending goosebumps racing down your spine.

Ice-cold titanium fingers untangled from your matted hair and made their way from your nape, to the small of your back, to the waistband of your gym shorts. Muscles tensed as you felt each digit wrap almost leisurely onto the elastic. He tore them away swiftly, baring the rest of you and your skin to him. A growl, one of pleasure, vibrated into you from him, emitted he palmed the skin of your ass. His fingers journeyed languidly in a slow trail from your back to your core. You squirmed, wasting the last of your strength, a hopeless attempt to get away one last time.

A crack came across your face. Flesh against flesh, he slapped you. A punishment. A command for obedience. Your body fell limp. Breathing raggedly and gagging on blood and spit, you shuddered as he took your wrists and tied them together with your t-shirt.

Satisfied, his prey finally submitting, Bucky paused, panting as he leaned down to you. He wet his lips before speaking, gruff words slurred against your ringing eardrum. As he spoke, cold metal grazed your entrance, a threat of what was to come.

“Now, I get to take what’s mine.”

Your screams echoed as the world fell dark.

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koi no yokan 24: closet door (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: greetings from hell! we are now more or less completely certain that I have sprained my wrist due to the fall down the stairs on Wednesday. this shouldn't affect any update schedules, however, because of the difference in how my brain functions when using the dictation software versus just typing, you may notice a difference in writing quality. I have done my best to keep it at the same quality and the same voice as usual, but there's only so much I can do when I can't type. Even so, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: The final days before prelims.

Warnings and tags: emetophobia, references to child neglect, light suicide ideation

Words: ~3800

You do not answer the door.

Not the bell, not the knocks. Not phonecalls or texts.

And Yuu, predictably, is worried.

He'd assumed, when you didn't leave the house this morning, that your night had been about as rough as anticipated, but the radio silence throughout the day is concerning. Concerning enough that, after ringing the doorbell twice and waiting ten minutes, he's about to go get the camping gear from his house and wait you out.

He rings the doorbell a third time. His phone buzzes a moment later.

[name] to Noya at 19:48

[name]: go away

Noya: not until I know you're okay

[name]: im not

He sighs. He's not going to get anywhere like this.

He remembers the spare key and locates it with ease, walks right in as quietly as he can manage. You're not in the living room, so you must be upstairs—he climbs the stairs, winds down the hall to your room, where the door is shut but not locked. He cracks it just a bit, then knocks. There's a shuffling from within the room.

"Come on, [name]-san," he says softly through the crack.

You don't reply. He opens the door the rest of the way—your futon is still laid out, and in fact looks freshly vacated, based on the fact that you haven't so much as smoothed out the comforter. You've got no less than four plushies laid up in said futon—he suppresses a smile when he spots the one that had been a get-well-soon gift from Shouyo—but you're nowhere in sight.

[name]: I said go away

[name]: I look awful

[name]: I don't want to be real right now please don't make me

"Are you sick?" he asks out loud, frowning. The text comes back quickly.

[name]: in the head yeah

[name]: did you seriously use the spare key to get in because I didn't wanna talk

He shrugs. "I was worried. Last time you skipped a day you at least came to the door."

[name]: getting punched in the face and telling you about my mom wasn't all that bad. Just exhausting

[name]: I literally want to die right now please just go

His heart cracks at the words. "Yeah, when you put it that way, there's no way I'm doing that."

[name]: senpai

[name]: please

He sits down on your futon, legs crossed. "I'm not leaving until I know you're okay, but I can text Okaa-san and let her know you're not up to dinner tonight."

A muffled fuck! leaves the nearby closet. He huffs and moves to sit with his back against the wall beside the closet door. You must have forgotten.

[name]: see now I just feel bad

"You didn't already feel bad?"

[name]: you know what I mean

[name]: you'll miss dinner for sure if you wait until I feel better

[name]: you're gonna die here at the rate I'm going

He shrugs. "I can miss it. I'll be fine."

"Don't you fucking dare," comes the muffled reply. It's obvious, when you finally speak, that you've been crying. "You have games. Tomorrow. You need to be at your best."

"Oh, she talks!" He smiles. It's progress. "You're still coming tomorrow, right?"

Silence, both from the closet door and his phone. His heart drops.

"[name]-san?"

The closet door creaks a little. "Do you want me to?" you ask quietly.

"I don't think I'll play half as good without you there to watch me," he says honestly. "And I need you there as a good luck charm."

"But do you want me there, because—"

"[name]-san. I want you at dinner with my family, and I want you at the matches tomorrow, and I wanted you at practice today, and I want you at every practice after this, and I want you at every match I ever play."

Silence. You pull the door shut. For a moment, he thinks he's said the wrong thing, but then—

[name]: can you get out for two seconds so I can get dressed

"You're coming to dinner?"

[name]: im actually bisexual

"What?"

[name]: im coming out of the closet

He lets out a startled bark of laughter. "Marry me. Don't even get dressed; I don't mind."

[name]: 875

[name]: I mind

[name]: I PROMISE I'll actually let you back in the room once Im dressed

"Fine, fine." He gets up. Leaves the room. Closes the door behind him. There's a moment of shuffling from within—your footsteps approaching. He thinks you're about to open the door for a moment, and then he hears you fumbling with the lock and jerks it open, careful not to hit you with it. "Oh, no you don't. You promised!"

You don't fight it. You let him push open the door the rest of the way, greet him with your hood pulled firmly over your head and an adorable pout. "Only because I promised," you say quietly.

God, you're in a state. Your eyes are red with tears, face swollen. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?"

"He bought me a late birthday cake. He said he didn't know last month was July."

"That's… good, right?"

"He did it right when things got tense and just left. He walked."

"O…kay?"

"So I immediately had a complete mental breakdown and he came back with cake to find me hyperventilating where he left me because the last time someone went for a walk after a tense conversation they fucking died." You lean into him, slowly bringing your arms up to wrap around his torso. He returns the hold tentatively, resting his chin on top of your head.

"Oh." Ohh. He holds you just a bit tighter as the realization sets in. "I'm so sorry."

"'N then he apologized and we talked about Okaa-san for a while and I thought maybe he might actually listen and be home more, but he hesitated and said he'd try." A sniffle. "And we watched volleyball to distract me, but then he—he—"

Your shoulders shake. He pulls away, guides you to sit with him so he can cradle you just a little bit better. (Now is not the time to think about the fact that you started watching volleyball for comfort. He files it away for later.)

"I can't ever come out to him, Noya," you mumble. "He said he was glad I wasn't playing volleyball because all the women—it was some match between women's teams—looked like lesbians. Like it's a bad thing."

A bunch of potential responses race through his head. Everything from what an asshole to okay, like lesbians aren't hot which he's pretty sure he's slightly more qualified to say than the average guy but probably isn't very useful right now. What comes out feels lame and not nearly enough. "That's messed up."

You nod. "It's like—I don't even know what I want from him. Him not being here makes me feel like shit. And when he's actually here I feel worse. And now I have evidence that he'll never accept me for me, and probably if I did come out he wouldn't get the bisexual thing or pull something about how it's fine if I grow out of it and end up with a man, and—and—" You pause. Buckle in on yourself a little as your stomach growls loud enough for Yuu to hear. "I feel sick."

"Have you eaten today, like, at all?"

You shake your head. "I… I didn't get out of bed until I heard you coming up the stairs."

"[name]-san!" he admonishes. "Alright, that's it. Get everything you need for tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"You're coming to dinner. You're gonna eat."

"But why—"

He tilts his head. "I'm gonna ask you to stay the night, and I don't want you to have any "nos". So you gotta get your stuff together and bring it with you to my place before I ask so you don't have the "no" that your stuff is all here and you don't want to drop by in the morning."

You let out a soft laugh, melting into him just a touch. "You're gonna casually ask me to stay the night."

"Well, yeah!" He shakes your shoulder playfully. "You're good luck. You proved it at the training camp. Gotta absorb all the luck I can off you! And, y'know, I sleep way better when I'm cuddling someone, and—"

"Okay, okay. Message received, you wanna cuddle. Is Rina-san gonna be okay with that?" You wriggle out of his hold, go hunting for clothes.

"What do you mean? She loves you."

"I think any reasonable parent might raise an eyebrow at a girl sleeping in the same bedroom as her son. I don't exactly have the concussion to use as an excuse anymore."

He shrugs. "If Satsuki can have her girlfriends stay the night, I don't see why you can't. Besides, it doesn't mean anything, right?" He flashes a smile, winks at you.

You roll your eyes. "I don't like your implications, Mister. And yes, strictly platonic."

"As long as you still come along. Come on, give me more reasons to say no so I can get you to admit you wanna sleep with me tonight!"

It might've been on the nose, but at your flustered squawk and the bag suddenly flung at his face, Yuu thinks it was worth it.

Even better yet, you play along—you're clearly still down, but you set up arguments for him to knock down one by one, even as you finish packing and walk with him back to his place. By the end of the night, over video games and bantering with Satsuki, you've given in—you steal the shower, cuddle right up to him with no pretense. His chest swells with pride at the feeling of your head resting on it at the end of the night, and threatens to burst when he catches a whiff of his own body wash on your skin.

Strictly platonic, his ass.

You wake up to a commotion on the bus. When you turn around in your seat, leaning over Noya to investigate, you find Hinata leaning into the bus aisle, his head between his knees.

"What's going on?" you ask.

"Shouyo's not feeling good," Noya says. "Anxiety, apparently."

You furrow your brow. "Is he going to be okay?"

Tanaka pokes his head into the aisle. "He gets like this before matches. Before our first practice match he literally threw up in my lap."

You cringe. That sounds… bad. "Okay, wait—Tanaka-senpai, switch seats with me."

He blinks. "What?"

"You heard me." You grab Noya's shoulder and slide over his lap. He lets out a strangled noise, hands coming up to steady you as you slide right past him into the aisle. The shuffle is quick and, for your part, painless. You slip past Tanaka—Noya moves into the seat you'd had, and Tanaka takes the newly-opened aisle seat so that you can sit across from Hinata. "Hinata, do me a huge favor and hum for me."

He looks up in confusion, but before he can say anything, he slaps a hand over his mouth and drops his face back between his legs. "W-what?" he asks weakly.

"You heard me. You can hum anything, it doesn't matter what, but your body's gag reflex can't actually work if you're humming."

He begins to hum—the sound is tuneless, and you're not sure it comes from any particular song so much as his anxiety. You smile softly and reach out a hand rub small circles into his shoulder blade.

"Okay, that's good. Just keep humming for me no matter what while we wait for Coach Ukai to pull the bus over." You speak quickly and softly, but for the last part, you raise your voice insistently so that you're heard. The sharp look you flash in the rear view mirror catches Coach Ukai's eye, and you think he nods in reply. Good.

"I can't believe you're getting nervous like this again," Tsukishima says. "You know, if you didn't gorge yourself like you were talking about this morning, you might not have made yourself sick—"

You don't look up when you speak. "Tsukishima."

The anxious buzz of the other guys falls quiet.

"Do you think you're helping right now?"

Silence.

"Exactly. Not the time. So shut up."

There are a few stifled laughs, but you don't care about those right now. Your focus is on Hinata. It seems to be anxiety, rather than panic—that's good. You have better techniques for anxiety attacks than panic attacks anyway.

"Okay, Hinata, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, but you can't stop humming, okay?"

He nods shakily.

"So what I need from you right now is to just look around, and I want you to focus on picking out five things that you can see, okay?"

He nods, and as he continues to hum the same random notes, he picks up his head to look around.

"When you're done, you can just nod at me to let me know, okay?"

You watch his eyes settle on distinct points—first to you, then to Tanaka in the row beside you. Then to the roof of the bus, then to a sulking Tsukishima a few rows back, and finally, to his own shaking hands in his lap. When he's done, he looks at you again and nods.

"Good. You're doing great. Now, I want you to find four things that you can touch right now. Can you do that for me? When you do, I need you to go out of your way to actually touch those things. Focus on how they feel, alright?"

Again you watch him work—he reaches out and brushes fingertips against your arm. Then against the seat of the bus, then against his shorts, and then, after a moment of hesitation, against his own hair. You keep your hand rubbing his back the whole time and nod.

"Tanaka-senpai, can you hand me my bag from the row? Thanks. Keep humming for me, okay, Hinata?"

He nods. He's switched to a random lullaby, and you smile when you recognize the tune.

"Okay, I know this will be hard because you have to keep humming, but try your best for me, okay? I need you to find three things that you can hear for me. It can be any three things, including your own voice, but I want you to take a moment to notice how they sound as you're listening to them."

He tilts his head this way and that, and for just a moment, his humming falters. You force down the surge of panic as you see him lurch a little, but he picks back up with the humming and nods to you when he's picked out his three things.

"Good." You rifle around in your bag for a moment, searching for something. When you find it, you bring it to the top of the bag and open the cap. "Two things you can smell next. You've probably got the one from the bus air, but just in case, I have something to make it easier."

He sniffs at the air a moment, and once he has, you hold out your open bottle of hand lotion—vanilla-scented—for him to smell. Once he's done, you put it away and immediately reach back into your bag for your water bottle. With honestly perfect timing, the bus slows to a stop on the side of the road.

"Almost done, Hinata. We're gonna make our way off the bus first, and then we'll get to that last one."

You walk behind him down the bus aisle. The entire time, your hand doesn't leave his back—you're careful to keep soothing him, to keep him as grounded as you can get him. When the two of you are clear of the bus, you purposely remove your hand from his back and take three very large steps away. "Alright. Stop humming and let it out."

He obeys to the letter—the humming stops, and then he lurches over and begins to throw up. It's loud and gross and smells bad, but at the very least, it's on the side of the road and not on the bus where you'll be trapped with the smell for another forty-five minutes or so. "I'm so sorry," he cries, doubled over with his hands on his knees.

You uncap the water bottle and hand it to him. "None of that. We weren't finished with the grounding exercise. Here's one thing you can taste. I would recommend swishing and spitting to get the stomach acid off of your teeth and the taste out of your mouth a little bit."

Again he obeys, swishing the water in his mouth and spitting with a distasteful look on his face. "Ugh. That was disgusting."

"Does it feel a little better, though?"

"Yes, it does... Thank you…"

"You can keep that water bottle; you'll want to drink the rest of it in slow sips until we get to the tournament. Hydration and all that."

At the mention of the impending matches, he looks a little pale again. You reach out and replace your hand on his back, hoping that the motion will soothe him a little bit. The two of you get back onto the bus and into your seats, where you lean in with a sympathetic look.

"Nerves about the matches, then?"

He nods weakly. "I just—I don't want to mess up today. I don't want to bring everyone down. I just want to stay on the court as long as possible."

"And you're going to. You know that, right? Even if you have one bad day, you've earned a place on the court already. It's not like Coach made you a starter just because he felt bad."

"But…"

"I mean, you're going to be fine. All of you are. Sure, anxiety is a thing and I don't expect you to just stop feeling it, but you should know that all you have to do is everything you've already been doing. And if that's the case, then you don't really have to worry, because you already know you can do it. You've been doing it. So you know you're capable of it. Y'know?"

He looks at you with tears in his eyes. "[surname]-san…"

"In the first place, I've spent the past two months watching you guys play and I'm pretty confident that you're gonna do just fine today. Even if you can't trust yourself, you can trust my judgment, right?"

"Yeah... you're right. You're so nice... seriously."

You shake your head. "I'm not nice. I'm talking about statistics. You know that we keep those, right? And I like to look at them. so I can say with absolute certainty that all of you have been getting more solid in the things that you're trying and that you've been steadily closing the point gap between you and high-level teams. So you should know that when I say that I'm confident in you doing well today, it isn't based on feelings. It'd be rude not to trust me when I put so much thought into it, right?"

He smiles. An unfamiliar arm reaches from the row in front of you and shoves your shoulder playfully. It's Tanaka. "Man, Noya-san's right. You really are a tsundere. It's okay to say that you like us and trust us to win, you know?"

You bat at his hand with an unimpressed look. "Yeah, when I feel that way, I'll say it. Until then, I'll say what I mean. Thank you for the suggestion, though."

"But man, [surname]-san, you handled that really good." Hinata tilts his head. "How did you know the trick with the humming?"

You laugh and shrug your shoulders. "Had the stomach flu last year and had to ride it out alone. I think I threw up every hour at exactly the hour for like, two days straight or something. I didn't really want to have to clean anything up, so I figured out how to make sure I didn't have to. And you know what? It worked!"

He furrows his brow, giving you a sad look. "You had to go through that alone?"

A nervous laugh, a shrug. "It's not that big a deal. Otoo-san was busy with work, and it's just the two of us, so I didn't really wanna bother him. In any case, I got through it just fine, and if I hadn't had to deal with that, then I wouldn't have had the trick to share with you now. So it worked out! I'm glad for it."

"If you're sure…"

"Anyways, how are you feeling now?"

He smiles. "Better. Thanks."

You spend the rest of the bus ride to the tournament venue talking to Hinata. He seems, for the most part, calmer than before. You'd like to think that you do a pretty good job of keeping his mind off of the anxiety—you manage to ramble engagingly enough about the most recent book that you read, although you don't remember much about it given that you read it before the concussion. By the time you're all getting off the bus at the venue, he seems more or less thoroughly calmed.

You wait for Tsukishima, hands behind your back. When he steps off the bus, you grab at his arm with a tilt of your head. "Sorry for snapping earlier, by the way. I don't mind the way you act the rest of the time, but I was just worried about making sure that everything was sorted out right now. It wasn't personal, you know?"

He shrugs. "It's fine."

On the way in, a pouting Noya falls in step with you. You roll your eyes. "Dare I ask?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh. Nothing. Are you jealous? Is that it?"

"Yes," he says. "I'm very jealous. Next time, I'll be the one to get sick on the bus so you can lovingly rub my back for ten minutes."

"You're gonna make yourself sick from nerves?" You roll your eyes. "You? Yeah, sure. I'll believe that for sure. And lovingly? Dude, he was gonna throw up. Physical touch grounds people when they're anxious."

He sighs, draping his arms around you. "Fine. You were really good with Shouyo. I'm proud of you."

"Proud of me?"

"Yeah. You know, the flu thing."

Oh. Yeah. You guess you didn't really get too anxious talking about your family or anything. You shrug. "Thanks, I guess. It didn't feel good."

"But you did a really good job. Marry me?"

You huff and bump your head against his shoulder. "Let me run the numbers... Maybe if you ask another eight hundred and seventy-four times."

"I can do that."

You're starting to worry that he actually can.

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 2 years ago

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clockwork I am so normal about this specific prompt:

"your lover gets clingy when sick so now you've to deal with their adorable, bubbly but sick, half dozing version. you love them, so no complaints"

WAIT ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU

"or your lover's sick habit is being too stubborn to let someone else help"

these were very cute and I couldn't not combo them together

Sick Days || Default (Moon & Sun x Reader)

Part 1.

Animatronics don't get sick. This was something you've known for a long time. It was practically knowledge before you even knew about animatronics as entities themselves. Common understanding followed that a being without an immune system or biological functions couldn't physically get sick.

And yet, you were witness to animatronics being sick.

There tended to be variations of ailments. Sometimes the joint mechanisms seized up, almost like a cramp. Sometimes some muck or well-aimed glitter package got in the face, interfering with the eye camera lenses and endoskeleton interior. Sometimes it was a general matter of wear-and-tear. You likened it to your aging phone at times, the way that sometimes it would jump from 50% to 13% battery, before staying on 6% for the next two hours until it died abruptly. When reflected into an animatronic, you would be witness to the individual suddenly slowing down out of nowhere, acting rather shaky and fatigued, almost as if suffering from being severe lightheaded. This would drag on and on until out of nowhere the individual would shut down and leave you with a haphazard pile of limbs. Or they would allow themselves to go back to either a servicing team down in the basement or just their charging pod.

Whenever it seemed to start happening to the Glamrocks, they would be quickly shepherded away by another member of staff before some precious guest in attendance had to witness their favourite rockstar going off-script, so you weren't entirely certain if the effects were the same among all the animatronics. But with Sun and Moon, you had hands-on experience for certain - especially since getting them to Parts & Services to get their battery checked was a no-no until the daycare was cleared, alongside a whole world of other issues to manage. It could leave you in a heavy pickle....quite literally, if it came to physically carrying them around. Neither of you were in a good position if their limbs decided to buckle and stop being of any use.

While that was all the physical side-effect of the battery issues, you couldn't help but notice certainly behavioural effects too. Ones that definitely reminded you of people when ill.

Part 1a. - Sun

The day was winding down to an end, and you were not trying to hide how glad you were of it. Six hours of racing after kids, no matter how sweet or bubbly they were, could not be looked happily upon when you'd realised that Sun was beginning to seem droopy and sleepy about three hours into your shift.

His shoulders slouched inwards, curling inwards more like Moon than his usual bouncy tall self. Even his sunrays seemed to be melting, although you were certain was just a trick of your eyes following along with how slumped over his full body posture was. You were well-learned of his tendency to flamboyantly trip over, to the delight of the little ones, but by the time he'd stumbled and face-planted at least four times within the space of an hour, you were getting the picture that this wasn't a jester routine. Even a few of the kids were cautious in coming over to help him back to his feet.

"How's your battery doing, Sunny?" you asked him as he wobbled over towards your desk.

"Just fine, sunshine! Abso-doodley-lutely fine! We're having a wonderful, wonderful time!" he replied, voice warbling slightly in and out of pitch.

You stared back at him, unconvinced. His slouching shoulders curled in further, like he was trying to shrink back into the ground as he squeezed his hands together.

"There may be some technical difficulties going on," he mumbled.

"You feeling up for a Parts & Services visit?"

"Not at all! Fit as a fiddle!"

"That wasn't an actual question. You're going after this shift."

"But sunflower!" Sun leaned in over the desk, getting very close up to your face. His grin had shifted down into a woeful expression, eyes a little wider as if going for the world's best/worst puppy dog expression attempt. "What if I don't need to go to Parts & Services? What if - What if I just need a nap?"

"You...You've told me multiple times you can't sleep."

"Just a small nap. Just a little sleep." Lifting his hand, Sun squeezed his thumb and forefinger together, neverminding the fact he was nearly draped over your shoulder. Glancing him over, you let out a long sigh.

"Fine. We'll see how you're doing after a recharge boost," you said with a gentle smile, poking his cheeky. Immediately he straightened up, hands flying up into the air before he brought them back down and around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Thank you! Thank you sunshine! There's a reason you're our favourite, our loveliest sunflower," he chirped away, before promptly slumping completely against you.

"Is Mister Sun okay?" one of the kids running by asked you.

"He's fine. He's just a bit tired," you reassured them, slinging an arm around Sun to shift him better and so he wasn't outright crushing you. He giggled quietly, his voice box echoing and repeating himself: "lovely, lovely, loveliest sunflower, favourite sunflower". This perhaps you could live with.

You'd expected him to go back to running around with the kids, even in this state, but he seemed perfectly content to perch on the desk. Taking on-board his dizziness and mindless happy mumbling, you sat forward more to keep better watch. But then you felt weights clench around your waist, and glanced down to see Sun's arms locked around you in what looked like a loose hug but felt like a metal trap.

"It's okay, I'm staying here," you reassured him. A static-y grumble was the response, but his grip loosened more significantly. It certainly made it easier to help sign out the children when pick-up time arrived, although it was harder to explain why the daycare attendant was hooked onto the assistant and not...doing attendant things. The general explanation of 'the battery started running out earlier than expected' was frowned on but not argued with. Just another reason for people to complain about animatronics being put in charge of things like childcare.

But soon enough, it was just you and Sun in a large empty daycare, and you were faced with the next challenge - getting a blanket of an animatronic from the ground floor to the celestials' upstairs room where their charging pod was located.

Part 1b. - Moon

When you heard Moon's familiar chortle, you could hear something was different. Off, more like. The key was off-kilter, warbling in and out of his usual tone like someone was trying to shove his voice box in and out of auto-tune.

"Hi Moon," you called out into the empty and the dark, swinging your flashlight around slowly. No sign of a drifting shadow or red eyes bobbing around the ceiling.

Another chuckle, this time closer.

"Hello friend," Moon whispered through the air. "Shh, shh, quiet now. Quiet for sleepy times and resting. Naptime, we're going to have naptime."

This was a lot more disjointed and rambling than Moon's usual level of disjointed rambling. Squinting up, you glanced around more nervously. Was the virus ticking back over? That usually came with more aggressive behaviour though and right now all you were getting was incoherent giggles and mumbles about sleepy and rest - oh.

"Did Sun overwork again today?" you asked Moon. One of the major downsides of two AIs in one body was that if one AI ran the battery charge down a lot without taking pause to recharge, then the other AI had to deal with the low battery issues. And that meant you had to deal with a mildly delirious Moon.

"Busy Sun, busy as a bee. Buzzing here and there and here and there and - " Wire spun rapidly from overhead, and you had enough sense to step backwards quickly as Moon literally dropped down into where you'd been. "Hello!"

"AH!"

"Shhhhh." He swung forward, still dangling off the wire, pressing a finger against your lips. "Quiet time, starlight."

"Sorry," you whispered back. This was something you could deal with, being a bit quieter than usual. "Are you okay, Moon?"

"Sleepy, sleepy." Moon started to hum the intro lines to Mr Sandman as his wire continued to unspool, finally landing him on the floor to stand up on shaky legs. On instinct you offered him an arm to keep him steady, and he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders.

"Good starlight, sweet starlight," he mumbled, beginning to nuzzle into the top of your head. "You'll see us through the night."

"I know you're on rota to do security, but I really think you need to recharge tonight instead," you said firmly.

"How can I sleep when my starlight is out tonight?" Moon warbled, voice modulating back in and out. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, tendering cupping your face as he pressed his face-plate to your head in what you assumed to be a kiss. If your torch were switched off you could probably have lit the way with how your cheeks were glowing. Without further comment, you wrapped your arms around Moon's arms and began to trek through the Pizzaplex, carrying the animatronic like a large, painfully heavy backpack. So long as he didn't realise you were carrying him back to the celestial's room (and in his current condition, you highly doubted it), you were in the clear to fumble along and listen to sweet nothing mumbled against your ear.

Part 2. - You

Animatronics could not get sick, technically speaking. You however were fully at risk of whatever viral illness or flu or cold came drifting your way from the crowds of people that swarmed through the Pizzaplex on a daily basis. And you did. Often enough that you ran out of sick days within the first five months of your starting year, and shifted instead for coming in wearing a high-grade face mask and with a bottle of hand sanitiser clipped to your belt. It was rarely bad enough that you considered needing to go via the walk-in doctor's clinic on the way home, it was more general coughs, headaches that would frequently transfer into migraines, and a plethora of other non-lethal symptoms.

The one ease of guilt you could get through was altering your work schedule so you would be far away from other people. Evening shift cleaning up after guests, night shift of security work, early morning prep work. Anything so you'd be out of the way but still able to plow through your work hours.

Unfortunately your coworkers couldn't carry infections or sicknesses and therefore made sure you were aware of their upset.

You pushed a janitorial cart into the daycare area, having peeked through the windows to make sure any and all people had left. Sun was in the process of his own clean-up, filing scattered papers into drawers of the craft cabinet and picking up stray crayons off the floor. Hearing the door open and close behind you, he swivelled back upright, head going through a spin at the sight of you.

"Hello sunshine!" he chirped.

"Hiya Sun," you replied, hoping that your rasping throat didn't carry too badly, that he wouldn't notice. But the facemask had to have been enough of a giveaway if your tragic vocal chords weren't, and Sun's head slowly tilted to the side.

"You're not seeming very chipper there," he said, setting another drum onto a stack but still cautiously looking over you. Trying to ignore the watchful stare, you began to replace trash bags from the various bins around the daycare.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm functional," you called back, waving an airy hand as you dropped a full trash bag into the cart. "Just don't expect me to be very chatty."

"Hmmm..."

When Sun didn't respond again, you assumed he'd gone back to his cleaning up. But once you turned back around, several bricks of coloured paper in your arms, he was so close behind you that you very much dropped the paper blocks with shock.

"F- Sun!" you hissed, ducking down to grab the paper with Sun swooping down to assist. He shuffled the wrapped blocks onto the desk next to you, and pressed his hand against your forehead.

"Mmm...higher temperature than normal," he said quietly. "No coughing, inflamed throat - "

"It's just a run-of-the-mill cold. See, I've got this on." You tapped your finger against your mask. "No worry about it spreading."

"Cute." He tapped your mask also. "Freddy design."

"Well, you have to wear Fazbear employee appropriate facemask covers if you come in with one, and the merchandise shop apparently doesn't stock Sun and Moon ones," you explained with a huff of disappointment.

"Shame, shame. But you're still sick."

"Not too sick."

"Admittance from the guilty!" Sun slung his arm around you, the long limb managing to wrap around your shoulders and up so he could pat the top of your head. "You are sentenced to mandatory rest break with frequent hydration! We have refillable bottles and a water stand just for these reasons."

"I need to finish off my checklist, Sun! I can't just...sit in the daycare until my hours are up," you said, wriggling free of his grip and returning back to bringing out the restocking items.

"Why not?"

"Because I'll get a warning if I don't? And too many warnings means no more job." Setting the last pack of coloured pencils on the desk, you gave him a warm look. His hands squeezed together over his chest, head tilted to the side as he looked down at you with....disappointment? Sadness? It took the nugget of guilt in your chest and amplified it.

"Sun."

"Yes, friend?"

"I'm going to finish up my checklist, except for my last daycare things, and then I'll come back and finish my shift here. Maybe my last few chores will take up the rest of my hours."

"Okay. Thank you, sunshine." Leaning down, he bopped the nose of his face-plate against your forehead. "Take it easy, and come back here right away if you start feeling worse." His hand cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing slow circles before he nudged at your shoulder. "Go, go on friend. Don't stay too long or I might change my mind."

With one last smile over your shoulder, you shuffled your janitor cart back out from the room. The rest of your duties blurred by - not because they were fast to do, but because your head began to ache and turned your perception of time into a funk of molasses. By the time you finally returned to the daycare doors, the lights were out behind the large windows. A new pang of guilt hit you, that you weren't able to say goodnight to Sun before Moon stepped out.

Pushing open the door, you switched on your flashlight to light the way back over to the storage cupboard. Just a couple boxes of restocking left, snack bars for the kiddos, which was a good thing because from the looks of it there were only half of the snacks left. No immediate sign of Moon which was normal. But as you shut the cupboard door, you felt arms wrap around your waist and promptly drag you upwards.

"MOON."

"Starlight needs to rest."

"That was my last task I - WHY AM I-" Your half-yelled words of indignation are cut short by your throat trying to twist itself inward, pain turning into dry coughs.

"Last task means no more tasks for you to do. Now you rest." You were vaguely aware of the walls blurring around you, whether from speed of ascent or your mind deciding it was time to check out, that this was far too much to deal with. Moon finally came to a stop, setting you both down on the balcony overlooking the daycare. Inside it was dimly lit, and...cleaned? Set up? A pile of blankets and pillows had been put together in one corner of the room, with a handful of snacks and two bottles of water.

"...That for me?" you asked, sluggish in comprehension.

"Yes." Moon's hands pushed into your back, ushering you forward.

"I - I really don't think -"

"Rest until shift is up. You promised Sun." Goddammit, you had done that, hadn't you? With a slow exhale, you sank down into the pillow pile, watching as Moon settled down right behind you. It didn't take much effort on his part to make you lay down against him, a pillow under your head and a cool hand across your forehead.

"Thank you," you murmured. Moon's eyes flickered down, gentle red and white, and his smile softened.

"Rest," he insisted. You complied, letting your body slump down into the cozy nest, Moon's lullaby ticking through your ears.

#answered #clockwork writings #zelda7999 #friendly neighborhood mutual #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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home for new years — husband!reiner x fem!reader

contents: fluff, sex, m!pen

happy new years to everyone!! last fic for the year but not the last from me! the last 4 months on here have been great and i cant wait to see what 2023 brings us! thank you to everyone whos supported me and my work so far i love u all MWAH! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

home for new years will have you declining invitations and calls from your friends who are asking both you and reiner to back the nye party sasha and niccolo are hosting.

“i’m sorry, sash! not this year. me and reiner already planned to just have a night in between the both of us.”

“but you can come and spend it together with us!” she’d whine into the receiver.

you could only chuckle at her. even though she may have come across as invasive or unregarding of the quality time you’ve decided to dedicate to spend with your spouse, you knew she came from a place of love.

sasha wasnt the only one. both of your respective messages were blowing up; relatives who lived in different countries already wishing you the new years well due to their forward timezones, friends asking about the motives and misc notifications.

none of them, however, were as adamant as reiner’s younger cousin.

“why cant i spend new years with you two?! if you’re only staying home then that means you’re not doing anything important.” gabi moaned.

“what we want to do is important enough that we dont need you around. we literally spent christmas eve, christmas day and even boxing day with you, isnt that enough?” your husband responded.

reiner was definitely tired of gabis back and forth notion that she practically needed to be in your hair on all seasonal events. even though he was too kind to say it to her face, he definitely made it known to you through the agitated expressions he occasionally made behind her back.

“no, it’s not enough! there’s no reason for you not to see me if you’re free.” she haggled.

reiner sighed loudly. you could tell that he was tapping out from the argument as from the way he rested his head against the sofa back.

seeing him no longer want to entertain his cousin, you decided to step in. with an easy smile, you replied to her instead.

“just because we’re staying home it doesn’t mean we’re free.”

she didn’t say anything but she definitely considered your argument a lot easier than she did reiner’s. reiner always said she listened to you better.

“if it makes for anything, we can spend new years day together?” you kindly offered.

gabi huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest and bounced herself onto the couch.

“that’s such a cheap excuse. no one does anything on new years. it’s a free holiday. you wouldn’t be sacrificing anything to be with me, you guys don’t even go nowhere. i am literally the only fun in your lives.”

even though you were surprised at her level of rebuttal, you couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the twelve year olds words. whilst you and reiner may not be the childless lavish-life living adults she wanted you to be, she still seemed to want to spend every waking moment with you both.

but alas, you and reiner were okay with that life for now because it meant you had room to spend new years at home.

you didn’t have to worry about childcare expenses or who was willing to have your kin on a holidays like this. you didn’t even have to worry about answering to anyone for anything. you both had the night to spend it within each other and that alone was the reason you were fine with how things were.

“i’m really happy we’re spending new years like this.”

reiner placed the last platter down onto the coffee, the look on his face giddy as sat down next to you.

“same. i feel like we don’t get to spend a lot of our holidays with it just being the two of us. it’s a nice change.” you replied, fingers already sneaking into one of the snacks.

reiner’s arms found solace over your shoulders, his warmth already seeping into you as you pressed play on the remote which started up the movie.

“we should deffo do it more often then.”

he said more quietly due to his awareness of the movie starting. still, looking down at you, reiner couldn’t help but plant a closed mouth kiss to your temple.

“deffo.” you agreed, your attention already captivated with the movie introduction.

there was no doubt; reiner would definitely treasure this new years.

throughout the year, the two of you were always so busy. if it wasn’t work then it was extra-curricular commitments and even in between those times, the both of you were deeply involved with the lives of your family and friends.

deciding to simply spend it with just the two of you was a well curated decision. really and truly, the both of you could have spared yourselves once again and indulged with the lives of others.

but deciding to chose each other just this once was the best decision you could have ever made.

“god, i love you so much.”

reiner endearingly muttered into your ears as he pumped himself in and out of you. the soft whimpers you poured out into his were just as sweet as your arms hooked around his neck.

“i-love you too, rei.” you breathed, the feeling of his dick stretching your insides so familiar yet estactic.

and oh how you did love this man because when he first offered for the both of you to ditch all new year plans just so he could spend it with you, in you, you couldn’t help but to allow him what he wished.

making love to reiner in the most enchanting low light and soft candle glow was such a way to go into the new years.

rough and lustful sex had its place and it was definitely one of your favourite past times with reiner. but there was none of that right now. there was no biting, rough handling, guttural or carnal intent, nothing.

just you and reiner underneath the blankets, vulnerable and opened for the other to indulge in.

and you loved that, because this, was how you wanted to spend new years. with reiner, and totally enamoured by him.

and just as the neighbouring fireworks bursted outside your bedroom window, and your phones simultaneously buzzed with texts, you couldn’t think of a better way to go into the next age but within his arms.

with the indication that you had been graced into a new year, the both of you wispily smiled into the others embrace.

reiner continued to chase his climax as he lightly kissed the top of your shoulder, his face then burying into the crook of your neck

“ha-happy new year, baby.” he said with a grin, his hands still working over your curves beneath the duvet.

“happy…new year to you too, rei.” you muttered back, your hands gently caressing the short bristled hairs on the back of his neck.

#reiner braun #reiner headcanons #reiner aot #reiner x reader #reiner imagines #reiner smut #reiner x black reader

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year ago

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D-Side BF Lol

Well, another one of @starlightgirl242 's Monday Night Munchin' requests are complete! I hope all you MNM fans out there are excited! Enjoy!

Edit: Why is this post showing up just fine in literally every other tag EXCEPT the "Monday Night Munchin" tag? The one without the apostrophe...like bruh...

Edit 2: Apparently it’s a technical issue, probably on the side of Tumblr’s desktop/computer version. Still annoying, but at least I know it’s working on mobile. ****

“...so I was just chillin’ there in my paraglider, right? But then all of a sudden I see this giant-ass Seagull coming up towards me from the right, and apparently the stupid thing didn’t have the common sense to just stop flying forwards…or it just had terrible reflexes…or it didn’t care…but whatever, the dumbass Seagull ended up crashing straight into me, and then it shat itself and went tumbling into the ocean. Don’t worry, though, none of the poop got on me. But yeah, anyway…”

Just as you had done before within the many, manny, many days gone by where you had enough time and energy to hang out with him, D-Side BF had been contentedly jabbering on to you about his wild, assorted misadventures, everything from going caving, to visiting a volcano, to attending various conventions, whilst the two of you casually strolled along the city sidewalks on the way to your chosen destination. Attempting, yet failing, to hold in a rather powerful bout of undoubtedly immature laughter after hearing about the Seagull’s reaction to the mid-air collision, you eventually eventually managed to gesture towards D-Side BF to keep going after managing to pull yourself back together, causing your chaotic, purple buddy to give a gaggling giggle himself.

Once he, too, had gotten all the funnies out of his system, D-Side BF naturally proceeded to take in a deep breath in order to proceed with his rambling, and continue on with what had happened upon that wondrous day at the beach as a result…before seemingly out of absolute nowhere, a rather abrupt, deep, growling, and gurgling noise piped up to interrupt him. At least, it appeared to be from absolutely nowhere to you. This was until, of course, D-Side BF came to a halt right there upon the rugged, filthy city sidewalk, in order to give a good poke to his middle, with a rather displeased look on his face to go with it.

“Hey! Be quiet down there!” he brazenly scolded his belly whilst giving it a second poke, causing you to give a stifled chortle once more.

“...as I was saying, I was-”

Yet another bout of growling, and one that appeared to be slightly louder than the bout before, at that, promptly forced its owner to quiet down yet again, before aggressively striking the organ with his finger one more time.

“Hey! I said shut up down there! The candy store’s just a few more crosswalks away! You don’t need to keep whining like that!”

D-Side BF proceeded to stay in that same, annoyed position until he was absolutely, positively sure that his tummy had gotten the message.

“...but yeah, later that day, I got to go scuba diving, and I was able to come across a group of sharks! Or like…what’s a group of sharks called? A pod? No, that’s dolphins. Maybe a school? ‘Cause they are just large fish afterall. Ah, whatever. The point is, I was swimming all among them, and then…wait.”

The following bout of lighthearted teasing that resulted from this single verbal mistake would, indeed, continue on until you and D-Side BF had finally reached the candy store doors, at which point you were forced to calm down in order to not get kicked out of the establishment, much to your friend’s great relief.

****

The instant that those candy store doors swung open, and you and D-Side BF stepped inside, things went just about how the old metaphor implies, even though one would be forgiven from thinking that you and D-Side BF were kids from just how excentric the two of you were acting, D-Side BF in particular because of his height. Regardless, the unspoken rule was more so that you couldn’t make too many verbal distractions, something which the aforementioned teasing would’ve crossed the line of, rather than just be pretty jittery. This, plus the fact that the two of you did indeed have money meant that you and D-Side BF were still able to snag up your candy from the shelves without much issue to speak of.

The candy store in question was named “Confetti Candy Carnival”, and had gone with the more bright and colorful, kid-attracting theme, rather than a more old-timey nostalgia based theme for a more generalized audience. (Another reason one could think you two were kids). This choice was because the store was near a large apartment complex, where naturally, a great number of small children lived. With vibrant pink and purple stripes lining the walls, displays such as a giant plastic gummy bear holding a bowl full of gummy bear packages (even though that’s a little messed up upon deeper thought), and happy, upbeat music playing overhead, you and D-Side BF swiftly filled up your arms with everything from peanut butter cups to sour gummies; glow-in-the-dark jelly beans to soda-flavored gum; chocolate-caramel cubes to peppermint disks; and black licorice ropes to flower-shaped lollipops.

When the two of you had finally rung up all your stuff, promising the cashier you would space out all the treats as well as you could, the doors were once again flung open, and the two of you at last began your trek back to D-Side BF’s place to hang out for the rest of the day.

****

Approximately five minutes into said stroll back to D-Side BF’s place, the two of you had taken note of a public city bench in the distance, and ended up deciding amongst yourselves to rest there for the moment being. This did come with a little back and forth teasing along the lines of “Sugar crash already?” and “Fat person moment.”, all with an overarching lighthearted tone, of course, whilst you sat yourself down on the left side and D-Side BF on the right (relative to the front of the bench). But ultimately, once you had gotten yourselves all settled, the both of you did have to admit that it did feel nice to just sit down and enjoy your stash for a moment, causing you to delve right back into your casual ramblings of conversation as a result. Though most of the “conversing” was to be done by D-Side BF, of course. But it wasn’t like that bothered you. Not at all! You quite enjoyed hearing what D-Side BF had to say, especially considering all the ridiculous conundrums he always got himself into, as an individual radiating the energy of a true chaotic neutral.

“So there I was, face-to-face with that buck. I was just giving him a glare saying: ‘If you even dare thrust those antlers at me, I will personally ram you into a tree and stick those antlers inside its trunk, and then you’ll be easy pickings for any random lucky lone wolf or something’-wait a second does that lollipop actually have the power to shrink people, or is it that just a marketing thing?”

The lollipop in sudden question was one of the flower-shaped lollipops you had picked up at the store. This particular pop was called the “Shrinking Violet”, and possessed a grape soda flavor. It also purported to have the ability to shrink those who consumed it, a claim which was rather perplexing to D-Side BF.

“I mean I know that if you’re clever enough about it, you can get away with some pretty ridiculous shit when it comes to marketing, but…something like that?”

To D-Side BF’s bewilderment, you could only give a friendly shrug, acknowledging your own incredulity, before hastily removing the lollipop’s wrapper, and shoving it into your mouth.

“Well, I guess the only way to find out for sure is to eat it.” D-Side BF ultimately concluded before promptly continuing on with his story about the aggressive buck.

Whilst D-Side BF went on with that, you were naturally simultaneously preoccupied with the lollipop in your mouth. The flavor was of a very sharp concentration of grape soda flavor, similar to a grape jolly rancher, except a lot more sweet. Shifting around the melting piece of candy in your mouth as it left a fine, sticky, grape-flavored stain on the right side of your tongue, you began pondering just when and how the shrinking would set in if indeed the lollipop’s package was factual. Swiftly shrugging again, as you knew that you would be given your answer soon enough, you merely continued to suck on the lollipop, allowing the rich, sugary flavor to positively melt into your taste buds as you did.

“...so eventually, I just ended up running towards the river. It wasn’t like, a particularly fast one, or a particularly wide one, but it was just fast enough and just wide enough to deter the buck from going across, whilst I could swim through it no problem. And so, I ended up escaping after all. Even though I did get all wet.”

Concluding the buck story with a nice and poignant “Yeah, fuck that buck. Hey, that rhymed!”, D-Side BF was finally able to notice that you had taken the lollipop stick out of your mouth by this point, promptly continuing to watch as you successfully tossed the thing into the trashcan next to your side of the bench before taking a glance down at the wrapper which was still present in your hands.

“So…feel anything different yet?”

You were just about to reply with a slightly disappointed “Well, no, not yet…” before all of a sudden, it happened.

Neither you nor D-Side BF could scarcely believe the accuracy of what your own senses were telling you as the shrinking process finally began, right before your two sets of working eyes; but, suffice it to say, that it took quite a while for the both of you to regain your bearings after such an unexpectedly astounding surprise, not just so you could process the shock, but also so you could process your exhilaration.

“...no…fucking…way…” D-Side BF decided to break the silence at last, whilst slowly lowering his left hand down towards your shrunken form. You, now at the size of a peppermint, swiftly clamored into the center of the palm, and off of the lollipop wrapping which you had previously been holding as such. D-Side BF proceeded to lift you up in his left hand, whilst reaching over for the wrapper with his right. Once he had finally brought both hands up to eye-level, he had finally pulled himself back together to the point where he could formulate full sentences again.

“I guess the package really wasn’t lying! Huh!” he managed to conclude to himself, before picking himself up off the bench in order to make his way over to the trash can and throw the now unneeded wrapper away.

“Welp! I guess this means you’re getting a free ride all the way home!” D-Side BF at last deduced whilst gathering up the candy stash into the bags in order to carry them all in his right hand. “Lucky.” he lightheartedly added on a tease at the end.

And with that, D-Side BF was just about to place your tiny form upon his shoulder where you could ride upon his giant body more comfortably, and also so he could use both hands to carry the candy bags, before, in yet another display of outside forces activating the both of your jolting, immediate, instinctive, and primal instincts to freeze in paralyzing shock, sending a horrid jolt of terror down both of your petrified spines.

Once the eardrum-bursting boom of the thunder had rolled its way off into the endlessness of the rapidly darkening sky, and the both of you were once again able to properly think and function, D-Side BF glances up towards the graying azure, observing as a result the briskness at which the storm clouds were gathering. It would then only take a couple more seconds, before the reality fully set in.

“We…” he shakily stuttered, his mind still considerably scrambled from the recent chilling panic. “We-We need to get you somewhere safe. The rain’ll be a lot more dangerous for someone your size, and I…I’m not taking any chances…” he allowed his lightly quivering voice to trail off.

“But where…” he eventually continued on, glancing down at your form with a soft and worried gaze. “Where do I-”

And then, a significantly more tame, yet undeniably recognized noise emulated out from D-Side BF’s midsection.

And yet, this time, it was no unwelcome sound by a longshot, and the gears in D-Side BF’s head, as well as yours, promptly began turning.

“D-do you think…” D-Side BF begins sheepishly suggesting after a good, long moment of thinking. “Do you think you’d be…comfortable? Um…in there?”

You could not have given a quicker, more affirmative, yet more understanding cry of “Of course!” if you tried. Upon hearing this response in such a manner, D-Side BF appeared to subconsciously blush from all of the much-needed, friendly affection for a second, considering the horrific startle the two of you had just experienced together, before immediately snapping back into conscious thought barely an instant later, giving his now slightly embarrassed body a light shake, whilst reminding himself just why he needed to do this in the first place.

Upon said reminder, then, D-Side BF recognized that it would be best to get you down there as soon as was possible for the both of you. Thus, he hastily raised up his hand to his mouth, gave a slight head cock over to you to confirm you were going to be okay, before, upon receiving yet another affirmative answer, taking in and out a deep breath, and finally unveiling his maw.

A few goopy tendrils of saliva promptly break apart as the squishy, pink maw of D-Side BF lies open and gaping before you, his smoothened, slimy tongue extending outwards in order to bridge the gap between his palm and the inside of his warm maw. Quickly shuffling on your hands and knees up and along the bridge of the tongue, before breaching the natural barrier of D-Side BF’s lips, (being mindful of his sharp teeth as you do), the dramatic difference in temperature proceeds to strike your skin almost immediately. The warm, cozy atmosphere of the air up against the cold, and now, considerably windy, storm-brewing outside world is what cues you to scramble all the way inside and onto the middle of the tongue so that D-Side BF would be able to close his maw.

Hastily shifting some of the bags in his right hand to his left, before beginning to walk once more, so the two of you would be able to get back to his place faster, D-Side BF then raises up the roof of his mouth so you on the inside wouldn’t feel as cramped, before lifting his salivating tongue up just slightly so he could gently slide you on down towards his gullet.

You, upon realizing that D-Side BF is indeed considerably anxious to get you down to his stomach, so he could be absolutely, positively sure you were safe, swiftly squish yourself down and gently nuzzle your cheek upon the sleek surface of his tongue in appreciation of his loving concern. Wrapping your arms all around the pink muscle before carefully squeezing it tight, you only hold this state for just long enough so that D-Side BF could understand the message you were trying to send, quickly unraveling yourself from the muscle after the moment had passed, and finally allowing the law of gravity to aid you on your journey as you cautiously slid your way down D-Side BF’s slippery tongue, down past his plump, dangling uvula, and into his gullet as such.

D-Side BF wastes absolutely zero time before lifting up his chin just slightly, and gently gulping you down. For you on the inside, as your head was practically shoved right inside of the upper esophageal sphincter, you were able to see D-Side BF’s epiglottis covering up the entrance to his windpipe, as the powerful muscles of said sphincter immediately squeezed you down into his purple esophagus.

A few seconds after, as he is able to feel the slight bulge squelching its way down his throat, D-Side BF heaves out a hefty sigh, knowing that now, he had done all that he could, and that it was time for his body to handle the rest.

Meanwhile, back on the inside of the relatively gigantic man, the constant, soothing, almost massage-like motions of peristalsis consistently compressed the smooth, cushiony esophageal walls up against your body, before shoving you forwards through its muscular tube, releasing the walls’ hold for a moment, and finally, starting all over again. With such rhythmic bodily contractions, it wouldn’t be very long before you had disappeared behind D-Side BF’s collarbone, leaving you able as such, to faintly pick up the pounding of his heartbeat, something which would only grow louder and louder as time marched on and you were shoved deeper and deeper into your giant friend’s body.

Eventually, after quite some time of being squeezed and squelched through the natural, tight, heated tunnel, you were able to gain sight of the lower esophageal sphincter, leaving you fated to be shoved out into D-Side BF’s stomach by the powerful shove of the natural valve as such, before subsequently splash landing into the harmless liquids within.

Swiftly sitting up inside the tummy before giving your body a slight dog-like shake and shuffling on over to the stomach wall in order to lay yourself up against it, you casually squish yourself into, before subsequently nuzzling against the cushiony muscle, softly exhaling a sigh of relief and contentment. Listening in pure and peaceful bliss to the ambient gurgling and groaning reverberating around inside the smooth, purple stomach, the constant light shifting and churning of the walls cause the waters around you, as well as you yourself to an extent, to shift slosh about just slightly, within the growling chamber of D-Side BF’s stomach.

Accompanying your head-nuzzling with a bit of hand-rubbing as well, you were able as a result to give D-Side BF a definitive message letting him know you were not only safe, but cheerful and comfortable, as well.

Now that he on the outside didn’t have to worry about his little friend being endangered by the rain anymore, or about him getting embarrassed by his blushing, D-Side BF subsequently allowed his cheeks to fully flush, his midsection pleasantly tingling from the gentle internal rubbing as he casually trodding along the darkening streets of the city.

D-Side BF wished deeply to return the loving gesture, and yet, with both of his hands occupied by the bag, and with the weather very very quickly turning bad, thereby forcing him to be in a hurry to get back to his place before the rain began, he just simply couldn’t.

Nonetheless, the simple, yet so deeply touching wondrousness of the internal rubbing did quite a lot in helping D-Side BF calm down, despite the fact he was in a rush to get home, and despite the trembling scare he had gotten back from the thunder. D-Side BF knew that his little friend was safe, and he also knew that his little friend was currently returning the gesture of said safety. This, to D-Side BF, within that very moment, was all that he needed to know.

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scuffle-with-spirals · 2 years ago

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Introducing: Chi *vine boom*

Hihihi fellas hows it hanging!!

Okay so, as some people may know (if you’re in the vocal synth server I’m in... Heehoo...Howdy) I’ve suddenly revitalized a brainrot on one of my only successful UTAUs. While she was made a couple years ago, I’ve found myself always interested in her solely for the fact, well. Um. She’s the closest thing I have to done, lmfao

So!! I’m going to brainrot on her now if that’s cool haha hoohoo

Disclaimer: Chi’s backstory involves, albeit intentionally over-the-top and Spirit Halloween level blood and viscera. I’m talking like, blood spurting all over the walls just out of nowhere level silly. Nobody gets hurt; but due to the excess of it I thought I’d disclaim anyway. Please stay safe!!

LONG POST UNDER THE CUT SORRY I JUST !!!!!!! WAOUGH!!!

Please ignore her broken wrist I was so busy making sure her kimono wrap was correct that I forgot anatomy was a thing

Chi Mori, (森血), is a young girl who was brought up entirely in the forest after being abandoned by her parents. Shortly after, a demon by the name of Inori appears before Chi, going “damn bro what I’m literally from hell and even I think that’s not cool dude what the fuck”, taking Chi under his wing from infancy as her new father. Due to not knowing her name, he elects to give her his own, with her and him becoming Chi and Inori Mori respectively.

He actually is a good father! Living deep within the forest off of fruit and (stolen) entertainment, Inori found himself treating Chi similarly to an overprotective father, especially when it came to outsiders.

As a preventative measure to protect Chi for anyone who wandered too close to their whereabouts, Inori’s version of child safety involves any stranger eventually seeing a bunch of stupid wacky jumping demon devil witch gore gore splatter party all over the place to scare them off. Because Lord help anyone who gets near his daughter while he’s nabbing her Haribo Goldbears Original Gummy Bears Bag, 14 oz—

This strategy (which Chi was entirely immune to seeing herself, by the way), was incredibly successful, at the detriment of making the forest an immediate area of fear and superstition, many formulating theories that the forest was cursed.

Many dared one another or challenged themselves to venture in as far they could, but couldn’t make it far enough in. Eventually, a journalist for a local paper by the name of Addison manages to brave his way through demon man’s freshman year horror flick, reaching Chi. Not knowing how to react, he tries to react as calmly as he could to not startle her, resulting in the conversation first starting off as Addison: “Oh! Hi! I love your outfit, wow, uh— where are your parents”

Chi:

Before he knows it, Inori’s busting in, angry and threatening to go beast mode on him, only to calm down upon Addison insisting that, if they were family, he didn’t want to ruin that, he just wanted to make sure Chi was healthy after living in the forest so long. Inori (hating this stupid man and his ugly stupid soft kissable handsome mortal face) begrudgingly agrees.

After confirming Chi was fine and listening to Inori rub it in his face for a hot minute, with their privacy exposed, Addison asks if he could help Inori raise Chi; seeing that she had an interest on things outside of the forest, and, despite the good job Inori was doing so far, thinking that it wasn’t healthy to keep her sheltered all her life.

Inori (absolutely wanting to eviscerate this mortal by big spooning him back to the shadow realm) scoffs, seeing he has a point. So, now Chi, slowly learning English and making new friends outside the forest, lives a tranquil life with her author dumbass and demon dads, helping her follow her passions, hoping that one day, maybe, somehow, they can help her fulfill her dream of singing to an audience.

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Chi’s personality is rather mellow. While she enjoys social interaction, she loves hearing anything anyone has to say, often waiting several seconds after they’ve finished speaking before she responds. Many people think she’s zoning out constantly due to this, coupled along with a seemingly constant mile-yard stare that makes her look like she rarely blinks. There’s no reason behind her staring, she’s just. Absorbing.

She likes kimonos, sour foods, television, and books. She dislikes overly sweet foods, bright colors, and public schools.

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Technical Info + Voicebank examples!!! woagh!!

Voicebanks (Most completed to. not):

Chi Mori -ACT 1-

Original CV. Recorded in 2018. Logical range is E1~C5.

Note: Chi’s original voicebank was entirely re-otoed and given a hiragana alias by the user lungkid!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m still so so very grateful for them for doing this for me, so please check them out and support their work. ;v; I can’t Chi’s original bank being as smooth as it is without their input. :”>

-Sleepy-

A CV bank intended to be bipitch. Recorded in 2019. Logical range is A3~D5. Would’ve contained two pitches, Open (O) and Closed (C). Open would represent a more vibrant voice for Chi, sounding more awake. While Closed would be an updated version of her original tone. Only the Open pitch is finished, although some samples have still yet to be oto’ed lol.

-Oni-

Still pissed I never finished this lmfao

A power append CV. Recorded in 2020. There are 10 samples, but only 3 are oto’d, if I recall correctly. The VB actually does sound a bit decent when used right, but due to the limited samples I’ve had to really slice and dice USTs sometimes to get it to work. @_@

-Drowsy-

Combo vb of all the above lmfao. Logical range is E1~F#5.

It seems the resamplers she works best with is fresamp and the default. Moresampler is decent for her too. :0c

Voicebank Samples:

Despite having Chi for several years, I really haven’t finished many covers with here. However, here’s a WIP of Psyche Luger using her ACT 1. :”>

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Other fun facts:

- I initially didn’t even think about Addison and Inori having romantic feelings for another because 2018 me was on some next level tomfoolery. They’re 100% dating now though, haha.

- Inori’s original name was Akumu (nightmare in Japanese), which is so on-the-nose so I changed it to have a little more irony LMAO

- Chi’s birthday is October 26th! :>

- I’ve been considering recording an updated CV voicebank of Chi when she’s older at 17! Part of the reason being, I think my voice simply can’t get to that tone as easily anymore, haha, plus to be honest I really don’t feel comfortable voicing a character canonically so young now that I’m an adult, hah? That’s just not my thing, sorry. :”> (Not to mention I have way too many updated design ideas for her oh my god awaahaodfm

I think a part of the reason why I still hold Chi in such fond regards is because she somewhat serves as a time capsule for my former passions, and with her background, an example of my former skill when it came to art and writing. I’ll admit, both writing and especially technical-wise, she’s nothing to ride home about, but it just is so interesting knowing that in a way, a part of me was preserved from what feels like so long ago, especially after the pandemic. @_@ The PC I recorded Chi had a. Big accident and entirely broke one day, and honestly, out of all of the stuff I already had backed up there, me having Chi’s VB on an old shitty flash drive is something I’m so glad I thought ahead about LMAO

SORRYYY AGAIN FOR THE SUPER LONG POST GUYS BUT!!!!! I’ve been on mega Chi brainrot lately, so!! I thought I’d share!! I hope this post was interesting you guys hamfua aough aoau ngogoasm *disintegrates*

#UTAU #rambles #chi mori #NOT ME ACTUALLY FORGETTING THE PAGE BREAK SO SORRY GUYS OH MY GOD SOBSIOFMMIOSDF #scufflin with ocs

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personal-life--dontjudge · 1 year ago

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October 17, 2023

Yup, making a comeback.

So it’s been four years since I’ve last written an entry here. I don’t know why I feel so inclined to write here now, but so much has happened.

So this entry is going to be about my sister. I have three younger sisters, but the one I’m going to speak about is the second child so one right after me. She has always been the type of person to think she is entitled to everything she wants. And of course, as we grow we mature, but I think that’s one thing she’s never learned to change and it’s hurting her now.

So quick recap: my sister got a boyfriend, moved out, had a baby, had a house bought for her in CT, had another child, and has two dogs. We also bought a house for my parents, myself and my two younger sisters.

So now we’re at 2021 if I’m not mistaken, where she has a job offer. This job offer requires her to move back to New York which, of course we’re all supporting her that includes her husband and us, her immediate family. So she comes takes over the house takes over a whole room which we’re fine because obviously her four person family needs some type of space. We welcome her in with open arms expecting that she’s here for a job and she’s gonna be working hard. Little did we know the drama that was about to unfold.

Now just so you know, my family has never been part of any drama we like to keep to ourselves, any problems are in-house literally. So she had a lot of drama within her own little family to the point where I guess she wasn’t happy with her husband anymore. She then proceeds to tell me a couple weeks after she’s moved back that she wants to leave him and that she’s met someone else. This is the part where I was confused because it’s crazy to me that you build a life with someone who you can tell we’re crazy about each other and now all of a sudden it’s over because she met someone. This is where I was a little upset not because she wanted to leave her husband because that’s not my business; she was trying to make a huge change without thinking about her children. This is not to say where I think you should stay in a loveless marriage just because you have children together, everybody is entitled to receive the love that they deserve.

This is where it gets really suspicious, she makes the official announcement that she’s leaving her husband and then out of nowhere: three days later there was a “covid outbreak” at her job, where she can no longer be at home.

It turns out she moved in with a woman who she felt she was in love with, and left her kids and her husband in our house, so what am I supposed to think? Because the fact that you have left your whole family for one person you just met is unbelievable to me. She was also still married so I don’t understand why she didn’t go through the process first before she decided to get with another person.

My sister is a lot of things and one of those things is she likes to rush things or she thinks that she’s right the first time. So I always thought she got with her boyfriend/husband too soon but love is love and they made it work. But now she’s realizing that this isn’t the man for her And her solution is to just rush off and get into a new relationship. Fast forward to the part where she comes back two months later to pick up her kids, as if she wasn’t gone for all that time. To the point where her kids cried every night because their mom wasn’t there. Sure she called and they would ask her when she was coming home. Idon’t know what she told them, but it wasn’t the answer they needed to hear they needed their mom there. Anyways, she came back to grab all her stuff and her kids to move into this woman’s house. We are now going to refer to this woman as “the bitch“.

My sister supposedly is living her best life, but we noticed there’s a change in her. We then found out she was getting physically abused by this bitch. And when we found out, we moved her out of there, but she moved back. This happened five times over the span of three months. We were now getting to the point where we were realizing she didn’t want to be saved, so we just had to pray for my niece and nephew.

Right now, my sister and her husband are going through a custody battle as well as divorce proceedings and I can only imagine how this is affecting the children. I just try to give them the most love I can when I see them. I hate that I can’t do anything more because they didn’t deserve what happened to them or I should say what is still happening to them.

Let’s refer back to the job that she came down here for. She no longer has it because she was fired. And I honestly think that the behavior that she exhibited while she was with this bitch is the reason why she lost her job. So now, because of this bitch, she doesn’t have a husband, she doesn’t have a job, and she lost her home. Of course, she was living with us, but it wasn’t her home, it wasn’t what she had back in Connecticut. In Connecticut she had her own space. She had a huge yard. The babies had their own rooms and now because of the bitch, the job that she so desperately wanted to do, that she studied hard for is gone. Now that she was fired, there aren’t going to be many opportunities for her to go back in that field. She lost her dream job.

Right now my sister and I are estranged. We don’t talk because she moves back into our house like she owns the place. She doesn’t pay rent and she thinks she can do whatever she wants. She has currently moved her dog into our house and the dog is not at fault obviously but there’s a reason we don’t have a dog. Everyone in the family, including her, is allergic, but she doesn’t listen to reason so she just invaded our space and it’s no longer a place where I can feel like I can be completely comfortable.

Honestly, I want her out of there, but I know if she leaves so will my niece and nephew, and I don’t want them going anywhere because she doesn’t have the right state of mind to prioritize her kids. I think she’s capable of just bringing them anywhere and it just being convenient for her. I pray every day that things get better and for there to be a solution because she used to be my best friend but now she’s been brainwashed by this bitch and now she thinks she’s the tyrant of the world. Who knows if she is still with her, but she still thinks she can do no wrong in coming to our home to do whatever she wants.

I might be completely unreasonable, but this is my story, and I just feel like she could’ve done better. There’s a reason I am a big sister, even though I don’t have the same experiences as her I offer a different perspective, but she completely disregarded everything and acts like I’m nothing to her.

So if I’m nothing to her then she is nothing to me.

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keefwho · 1 year ago

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September 13 - 2023 Wednesday

9:03am

I'm having the thought that I won't be able to focus on work today since I'm not streaming. I'm having the thought that I keep making things weird with people and thats a form of pushing them away. I'm having the thought that I won't be able to figure out what it is about myself that makes me believe I'm so unlovable. I'm having the thought that nothing I do today can make me feel better and lighten up.

11:00pm

This morning was the same breakfast as yesterday which was lovely. I watched the second episode of the Mia and Me show, it's pretty bad but I'm still intrigued by it. Something about it feels cozy in a way, something about it gives me PS2 vibes.

I didn't stream today, I tried to do my work alone. I did just about as bad a job as yesterday in the sense that I wasted a lot of time goofing off even though I did get it all done within the time frame I absolutely needed to. I want to get better about conforming to my schedule when conditions aren't favorable. I can do it fine if everything is perfect. I figure part of being mature means you can't wait for just the right conditions for everything. I mowed the lawn real good before lunch and also split some wood. It's one of my weekly workouts until it all gets split.

Lunch was beef stew with pasta in it. I played some HOI4 pony mod and watched some Chris Chan documentary. When work time came around I told myself I'd be better about it than I was earlier in the day and I was. I did the request and moved onto personal stuff, getting it done with much less time wasted than before. I had meant to make up for the 20 minutes I missed on commissions but I didn't do that. After work I booted up Starfield and spent an ungodly amount of time in the ship editor just to get basically nowhere. I might stick to premade ships unless I get some inspiration to build my own.

I had asked Daisy if she wanted to do something new and interesting this evening which she agreed to. When the time came to hang out we both didn't know what to do. I was down to pick literally anything as long as we've never done it or hadn't for awhile. I have the bad habit of not being able to settle on anything when I know any choice would be fine as long as I stuck to it. She seems to have the same trouble figuring out what to do sometimes. I want to overcome this so I can not only stop being bored but so I can also maybe be a sort of activity leader for those that are also stuck. Sometimes all it takes is that one person who takes the leap into doing literally anything to kickstart others.

We ended up searching around Roblox for a little bit and peaked into this horse game that we determined was pretty bad. In hindsight I wish I had tried to do some actual RP of sorts, that would have been new and interesting. I think I was too afraid to try at the time or wondered if I could even keep up with something like that. She also showed me some EPCOT posters on pinterest before she headed upstairs where we played Sky briefly. She was super tired and went to sleep while I played more Starfield which felt very cozy. It's not often I commit my attention to something like I did with Starfield tonight.

Tonight I was noticing how I try to conserve energy a lot and also try to do things in the laziest way possible while calling it "efficient". I guess in some ways it is but I was thinking about the value in deliberately putting no cap on my energy use for the sake of doing everything to the best of my ability. It also helps to keep me from overthinking because it demands a lot of mental process as well.

Today I had also forgotten all about focusing on what I'm working for rather than what I'm working against. It was helping a lot to keep my eyes on the prize but I forgot that already. Perhaps tomorrow I'll remember.

A good thing I did today was committing my attention to Starfield in my free time. I really got invested and it felt nice. Also the commitment I had to making something fresh happen tonight even if it didn't completely work out.

#journal #diary #thought

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indigo474 · 1 year ago

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July 15th-electric energy-

so much happens in my life.. daily.. so much life. my back doesnt hurt, i'm not exactly sure what i did, the weight was relatively light, 135.. i think i may have been in my head a bit and not really focused on what i was doing and ouch.. i did upper body on Thursday and it was heavy.. he really pushes me it seems more so on upper.. 112.5x2.. he keeps upping it.. i was disappointed in myself with the whole back thing.. i feel like it was a set back, because it was. James says it it all part of the process, i have to trust that it is and not be hard on myself..Kika looks great. Not the same happy pup but getting there. she's moving a little slower. the cute guy said bye to me Bye April.. see i remembered.. funny thing is.. i don't know his name.. I'll have to ask him the next time i see him. he's such a baby.. 20 something.. he's always talking about books.. he had a copy of the art of war in his gym bag.. intelligence is so sexy.. oh you read 💦

I was going to see my friend today but decided not too for various reasons. Mads has off from work and wanted to spend time together.. i was fine doing that but i had to tell her to stop treating me like shit.. i told her i didn't want to be around her. she gets in these moods where she is just on me.. everything i say she has a negative comment. she's been ok since i said something to her. we were going to go to the beach- she would rather go to a pool so we are going to the pool..

in the past few days i had 3 cardinals fly in front of me. 2x in my car and 1x in the woods. numbers numbers everywhere.. i realize i give meaning to things but dam it's weird seeing the same numbers everywhere.. 322 constantly.. i was running through the woods and 2 little dogs appeared out of nowhere.. i think i scared them just as much as they scared me.. i was so pissed- i cursed at their owner.. I tired to run and failed.. my inner critic came out loud.. hard. i didnt really fail i just didn't do what i wanted to do and i started to really beat myself up over it and i haven't gone down that path in a while but it's still there.. i had to catch myself.. why are you doing this to yourself? Why? I dont even know who's voice it is.. is it mine? x? my mom? who's voice is tell me im a total waste of space and a failure and nothing and unlovable and worse.. i cant imagine i was born thinking those things abut myself. And i catch myself and tell myself none of it is true.. don't fight it, love it, show yourself compassion and support and be your own friend. there is an old version of myself who would have quit a long time ago. there is an old version of me who wouldn't have even been able to recognize the loop of self hate that was being played inside her head, because it was normal to have those thoughts and feeling about herself.. this all happens within a 15 minute time frame as i am walking and running through the woods battling myself.. at war with myself. By the time i get to my car i feel like i've had some sort of breakthrough.

I was told i am too white by a black co worker. It happened during a supervisors meeting. there was a lot of cross talk going on so im not sure if anyone else heard it. I literally had to bite my lip to not say what i wanted to say because i knew if i said it the room would fall silent and i would be escorted out the door or this co worker would have wanted to fight me in the parking lot.. so i just documented it.. yep learned all about documentation in training. it's not the first comment i've received about me being white. something else happened this week.. with one of my reps and the ice queen. I documented it but.. i have a feeling.. i dont know what but this might not go away and it will be my word and the reps word against the ice queens word.. not sure how well i will make out in this situation.. the ice queen was wrong and she knows it.. i dont have anything to hide as i wasn't the one doing the talking.. i tried to make things better.. i learned a valuable lesson.. i just dont know if there is going to be a price to pay for said lesson.. there usually is.. i'll know come next thursday.

My mom texted me that my Aunt has cancer.. she thought i should know. I saw her at the park last year 2x and kept running. i told myself if i ever see her again i would stop and talk. i dont know how to tell Mads as i think she will be upset. I thought maybe something was wrong with Ryan. I guess not.. still in jail.

Other things .. explainable.. i feel the electricity in the air. there is a current of excitement.. i cant explain it but i can feel it. i can see it too.. in the clouds and the trees- the birds and butterflies.. i can feel it in the air- i can feel it.. so many people telling me they feel lucky.. i feel lucky i feel lucky.. its a good energy.. its a great energy..

the office narcissist left a gift on my desk this week. last week she ignored me and talked shit to my reps about me.. this week gifts.. i know i shouldn't be surprised.. i mean, i was married to someone who talked shit on me.. but i'm still surprised at how shitty people can be..

I have no idea what i'm doing as far as moving.. i saw a house but its too much house for me and honestly thats not what i really want.. i do and i dont.. a 30 year mortgage sounds horrible.. truly fucking horrible.. i dont want more stuff.. I want less stuff and more experiences.. sitting in an office all day is not living.. people laugh and say i spend more time at work then at home.. thats not a good thing that is messed up that we are made to believe thats normal.. so yeah.. still trying to figure out what it is i want to do..

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arixordragc · 2 years ago

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To expound upon my hatred of the Bolas arc, here are a few moments that immediately leap to mind - 1. The Gatewatch as a whole. A big problem I have with planeswalkers as the protagonists is that they’re naturally disconnected from the conflicts at hand. Planar natives are the ones most directly affected by what goes on in their world, why can’t they be the ones we focus on, the ones who have to fight to save their homes, their livelihoods, their loved ones, their very lives? Instead we have to put the focus on glorified isekai protagonists who just kind of show up out of nowhere, have little to do with the conflict at hand, solve everyone’s problems for them, then vanish to do it all over again somewhere else. This can work, if the story is more about a planeswalker’s personal journey than an external threat to the plane, like Sarkhan’s jaunt on Tarkir for instance. But the Gatewatch were explicitly about saving worlds from external threats. They robbed the story of any emotional attachment, since they weren’t attached to the threats they faced. I mean, sure, sometimes there was SOME relation there, like Chandra on Kaladesh, but even then, it’s nowhere near as strong as it would have been had we followed someone who had built up an entire life there that was now being threatened, someone who didn’t have the option of just poofing away if things went south. This was especially apparent when it came to Amonkhet, which was explicitly about a plane the characters had no idea even existed a week ago, let alone had any attachment to. This soured the Bolas arc because while there were characters who did have legitimate, well-established ties to Bolas - Ajani, Sarkhan, and Vivien immediately leap to mind - they were thrown to the background and not allowed to do anything because we instead had to make room for these random nobodies who just up and declared themselves the heroes one day. Oh sure, Liliana had some ties to Bolas established. And if she was grouped with the above three, it might have been fine. But the fact that only one character had any ties to the villain, and even those ties were retconned in at the start rather than having been previously established, it was pathetic. 2. Bolas himself was boring as sin. He was as painfully generic a villain as can be. What does he want? To be super powerful. Why does he want that? Uh, because he’s a villain and that’s what villains do, I suppose. A generic villain can work if they’re treated less like a character and more like a plot device for a story that focuses more on the development of the heroes, but as I mentioned above, the heroes didn’t really get a whole lot either. The result was little more than “Generic good guys vs generic bad guy”, and it was just as lame and boring as it sounds. The bigger problem, though, was that he wasn’t even very threatening. Oh sure, he’s super duper powerful. And yes, a villain needs to be powerful to be threatening. But that misses a key second component - competence. Who cares how powerful a villain is if they have no idea how to effectively use that power? And for all we’re told that Bolas is a diabolical mastermind, a long-term planner with plots upon plots and schemes within schemes, what do we actually see him do? Blow up his own self-sustaining minion factory for literally no reason whatsoever, then basically just sit around and gloat evilly until he’s defeated. Uh, yeah, thrilling. Oh, speaking of that time he blew up his own self-sustaining minion factory for literally no reason whatsoever... 3. The destruction of Amonkhet was an abysmal way to try and introduce stakes. The fact that none of the heroes have any ties to the plane meant that its destruction didn’t actually mean anything to them - nor to us, since it was just introduced to us purely for the sake of blowing it up. What actually happened here is that the villain had something incredibly useful to him and decided to break it for no reason, gaining nothing by doing so. Meanwhile, the fact that the heroes can go up in a direct confrontation against one of the most powerful beings in the setting with no plan, no strategy, no backup, no advantage to speak off, predictably get their behinds handed to them, and STILL have nothing actually bad happen to them as a result, just made them feel even more invincible than ever. This is why Amonkhet block was one of the worst stories not just in the arc, not just in Magic, but one of the worst I have ever read in general - not only did it fail at accomplishing its goal, it failed so hard that it ended up accomplishing the exact opposite. Instead of raising the stakes, it destroyed them. Instead of making Bolas look threatening, it made him look incompetent. Instead of making the Gatewatch look vulnerable, it made them look more invincible than ever. 4. Liliana’s “redemption”. Now I love a good redemption arc. Done well, it can be powerful, memorable, meaningful, it can be the best part of the story. But done badly, it immediately makes me hate the character way more than I otherwise would - and the story as a whole for thinking I should sympathise with a character who does not deserve sympathy. Motivation is always important for a character (which, as an aside, is another reason the Gatewatch failed - none of them had any motivation beyond generic “do hero things because we heroes now”). But it’s especially crucial for a redemption arc, because motivation determines whether the character is actually redeemed, or if they’re just doing something that happens to be useful to the heroes. And Liliana’s motivation for betraying Bolas was explicitly that she didn’t want to be his slave anymore. She wanted to take control of her own destiny. She didn’t do it for the good of anyone else - she decided that her own freedom was more important than her own life, but it was still all about her. That puts her squarely into “Alliance of convenience” territory, not redemption. And then she proves that she hasn’t actually changed, learned, or grown as a person by doing exactly the same thing she always has - flee the scene as soon as it’s convenient. Because silly things like “Taking responsibility for her actions”, “Facing the consequences for a change“, and “Trying to make amends to those she has harmed” are still not as important to her as preserving her own safety first and foremost. And no amount of “bUt BoLaS wAs MaKiNg HeR dO iT” will excuse it, since it’s entirely her fault she’s in that position to begin with. She made a bargain with demons, completely willing and in full knowledge of what it entailed, purely for the sake of her own power and vanity, tried to weasel her way out of her end of the bargain...and I’m supposed to feel bad when this course of action doesn’t turn out well for her? 5. Gideon’s dumbass sacrifice. Again, a good heroic sacrifice can be a great, powerful moment in a story, but again, it needs to be handled with care. Gideon’s was just...nonsense. So he saves Liliana by...giving his power of indestructibility to her. So, can planeswalkers just swamp their powers around like, fittingly enough I suppose, trading cards now? If Jace ever gets tired of telepathy can he just slap Ajani in the face and say “You read minds now” and then we’ll get Ajani, the Mind Sculptor? Is that a thing that can happen? Because I don’t recall that being a thing that can happen, which made the whole thing come off as very contrived. Not to mention, why does doing this even end up killing Gideon? Does the contract sense that it isn’t killing Liliana so it just decides that Gideon is the next best thing? And why didn’t Bolas, in all his infinite incompetence diabolical genius, see this coming? You’re telling me he had a plan in mind in case the person with a crippling fear of her own mortality suddenly got over it, but not if the guy known exclusively for his martyr complex decided to sacrifice himself? Or did Bolas too not even realise that this was something that could happen? For that matter, whatever happened to the story portraying Gideon’s martyr complex as a bad thing? That was the impression I was getting, but now suddenly it’s exactly what ends up saving the day and everyone is praising it as though it was always an admirable virtue, rather than a flaw that he needed to overcome or at least learn to manage better, like the story had been building up to the point? ...I could probably go on but gorrammit this is long enough already.

No offense, just an impression of a very difference: The excitement and joy of the Bolas arc vs the 'couldn't care less' and fatigue Phrexia arc. And to be clear: The story is for sure not the problem...

I've not been getting that sense, but I'm curious if that's how people feel.

a) Did you enjoy the Bolas Arc?

b) Are you enjoying ther Phyrexian Arc (so far)?

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alphahyuck · 3 years ago

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animalistic

pairing: f!reader x alpha!haechan

genre/warnings: a/b/o au, smut, reader is a human, somnophilia, spitting, f oral receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, nipple play, slapping, mating press position, reader leaving scratch marks on his back, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, morning after pill

word count: 3.6k

summary: maybe showing up unannounced at your best friend’s apartment during his rut wasn’t one of the best ideas. or maybe it was.

author’s note: first haechan fic, not entirely proof read. have fun reading though! 💜

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You are met with a strong musky scent as you step into Haechan’s apartment. It smells like him but the boy is nowhere in sight. Closing the door behind yourself, you walk further into the hallway, your eyes wandering over into the kitchen. It’s a slight mess, unwashed dishes piled in the sink and various food wrappers laying on his counter, his apartment always is but before you can call out his name, he comes staggering out of his room.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, his tone half breathless and half annoyed. Haechan stands in front of his bedroom door, in a pair of grey shorts and a white shirt hanging loose on his body. He’s face looks hot, a hint of pink settled across his cheeks and his hair is messy. He’s been in bed most of his day, preoccupied with other stuff since he wasn’t expecting any visitors today.

You notice how the scent lingering out around his apartment is suddenly stronger with his presence and it’s overwhelming. In a good way and you take a moment to just breathe it in. Your body and mind suddenly feel slightly fuzzy from the scent alone, before you open your mouth to give a reply. “Came to see you-”

“Why?” He frowns, his voice laced with an unpleasant tone but you try not to let your mind dwell too much on the words that fall from his lips next. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

You let out a light chuckle, albeit a rather nervous one before opening your mouth once again. “Why?”

“I’m,” He pauses for a small moment, his knuckles going pale as he tightens his fists. “I’m in a rut.”

Oh.

That would explain the musky scent within the apartment.

“I’ve taken my suppressants,” Haechan tenses his jaw before continuing. “So I’m okay for now… but you should still…”

‘Leave?’ You complete his sentence without saying a word. Haechan’s rut came every three months and lasted around a week, but during that week he would avoid you at nearly all costs. You don't know why, it’s not like your scent drove him wild but never questioned him about it.

“Oh, Haechan, it’s not like you’re going to pounce on me.” You speak in a joking tone but Haechan doesn’t find it funny.

‘If only you knew…’ Haechan thinks, still standing by his bedroom door and his gaze is rather intimidating.

You swallow, an anxious feeling bubbles in your stomach as you carefully choose your words. “Do you… do you need me to get you anything?”

“No, I’m fine.” Haechan grits his teeth as he lies, body beginning to feel hot again and he thinks the effect of his rut suppressants are wearing off which isn’t good.

“I could…” Haechan watches you bite your lower lip in between your words. “I could help, you know? I don’t mind helping you with… it. Your rut I mean-”

“Don’t think about starting something you can’t finish.”

・・・

Haechan can’t believe you’ve managed to convince him, or maybe he was thinking more with his dick than his brain but you’re currently laying in his bed. You’ve fallen asleep trying to understand what he meant by ‘not starting something that you couldn’t finish’.

Though, Haechan is still awake. His shirt is lying on the floor of his bedroom as he stares at the blank ceiling. He’s too hot to fall asleep, literally. Even with his shirt off and the air conditioning on, it’s just too hot. On top of that, his suppressants are in the kitchen and he cannot find the energy to go get them so he finds himself turning to you.

“___?” He shakes your shoulder over his duvet that you’ve wrapped yourself in. Haechan knows your heavier sleeper so he decides to shake your shoulder a little harder, raising his voice and moving onto one elbow as he repeats your name but it’s no use. You don’t even move an inch under the covers.

Haechan let’s his head fall back on the duvet before he rolls over to his other side. He’s about to get up when he gets an idea.

What if he knots you instead of taking another suppressant? They weren’t all that good for ruts and after all, you wanted to help, right?

Haechan moves back to face you, pushing off his duvet from your body as he moves you around and into a position that allowed him to comfortably kneel in between your legs. Your thighs rest on either side of his own, his cold fingers coming up to hook around the cotton fabric of your underwear and as he pulls them down your legs, his cock throbbing within his shorts.

You’d taken off your jeans before getting into bed earlier and Haechan watched you with a certain look in his eyes. He was looking down at you with that same certain look once again. His mind racing all over the place as he removed your underwear and he doesn’t remember having this many filthy thoughts about one person.

He leaves the item of clothing around one of your ankles, he’s too impatient to remove them fully and then pushes down his own shorts. His cock springs free from the confining grey fabric and it’s slightly swollen at the base. He wraps his fingers around the length, jerking it a couple of times before he leans forward to rub the tip across your slit.

Haechan doesn’t realise that he’s been holding in a breath, only letting it go when he spits over your hole and then moving his face dangerously close to your heat as he darts out his tongue. Flicking it over your clit as he maintained his eyes on your face to see if you would respond in any way but you don’t.

He moves his face close, burying his tongue into your hole and wrapping his arms around your thighs. The tip of his cock grinding against his bedsheets as he moves his tongue inside of you, his nose brushing against your clit. With his eyes closed now, he focuses solely on the way his tongue moves around inside of you and over your clit, all the while he subconsciously humps the mattress.

Fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he began sucking your clit and his eyes are back on you. A light sigh falls from your parted lips and Haechan momentarily stops, raising his head as he fingers toyed with your wet hole. He dips two of his fingers in, perched on both his elbows and watching your face as he moves his digits inside of you.

Raising your hips ever so slightly, you allow him to slide his finger even further inside of you as you remain fast asleep and Haechan finds this whole thing rather amusing. Then a small moan falls from your lips and your walls are clenching around his digits, planting a smirk on his face.

Haechan picks up the pace of his fingers, thumb drawing fast circles over your clit as his digits scissor and curl up, searching for the sweet spot but also stretching you out just for himself. Soon, you’re edging closer to your climax and Haechan pins down your thigh as he moves his fingers even deeper. The tip of his middle finger brushing over that sweet spot and your walls begin convulsing around him at a rapid pace. Gasping, your back arches off the bed and Haechan’s lips part as he watches you closely.

Were you orgasming in your sleep?!

He’s still got his digits inside of you when your eyes flutter open, body and face feeling hot as your eyes meet Haechan’s.

“Did you cum?” He asks, a surprised look painting his face and you’re still half asleep, tongue feeling dry when you answer him.

“I think… I think I did.”

・・・ “Does that hurt?” You are staring at the swollen part of Haechan’s cock as he aligns himself to your hole. You know it’s rude to stare but you can’t help it, the sight is strange and foreign to you but you suspect that Haechan is used to dealing with this at least four times a year.

“Sometimes…” Haechan pushes the tip in and you’re already clenching. “If I can’t cum…but you’re gonna help me right?” He tilts your head back by your chin, making you look at the smirk on his face rather than his cock, as he eased his length inside of you.

“Yea- Yes!” You breath out, grabbing onto one his arms, nails digging into his skin and Haechan curses under his breath, watching half of his length sink into you.

When he finally thrusts the whole of his length inside of you, he stays there, splitting you in half with his length and your walls squeeze around his cock. You can feel the swell present at the base of his cock against your entrance and the thought of Haechan pushing that part of his dick into you has your eyes rolling back. It was so big-

“Gonna move now.” Haechan warns and your eyes shoot open, looking at him. Your walls clench around his length and he reminds you to relax. You try your best to but when he pulls out, only to thrust right back inside of you and fill you right up, you cry out his name. Haechan’s knot hits your entrance with each and every thrust but as he continues, you manage to adjust to the odd feeling.

“Hae-Haechan…” You moan his name, your breathing uneven as you listen to the rhythmic noise of the headboard hitting the wall as he pounded into you. “The…the-”

“Shut up.” He speaks through gritted teeth, the veins on the side of his neck becoming visible and if words wouldn’t work, he presses his lips to yours, truly shutting you up. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, letting his tongue slide past her lips as he took control, he knew what he was doing after all. Hands slipping under your top, pushing it up as he toyed with your nipple.

When he pinches it, you yelp into his mouth and push his hand away. “You’re mean.” You complain in between staggering breaths as you give him a frown and Haechan laughs at your facial expression.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow, hand moving down to squeeze your thigh before giving it a harsh slap and you whimper. “It’s true though, I am mean.” Haechan resumed thrusting in and out of you, not giving a single care about the way his headboard banged against the wall.

Haechan pulls your thighs closer to his waist, moving into the mating press position. Being in a rut meant he had this intense desire to breed and that’s exactly what his hormones have been screaming at him to do but he had to prepare you first. If only you were an omega, that produced a ridiculous amount of slick so you didn’t require foreplay…

Haechan rearranges your arms around his neck, moving his own around your shoulders and sliding his length back into you. His thrusts are aggressive as he’s slapping his hips into you at an animalistic pace and you can feel the build up of an orgasm in your stomach, a fiery knot just waiting to snap. Haechan’s tip brushes over that spot with each thrust and you are writhing underneath him, whining, crying, your nails digging into his back harshly, enough to leave marks but he doesn’t care. They’ll heal and it’s not like he has to hide them from anyone.

His thrusts start to slow down as the base of his cock swells even more, grunting as his breathing becomes irregular and you’re growing concerned. How big was it supposed to get?! He finds himself cumming, grabbing your hips so he could push his dick even deeper into you and trigger your own orgasm in the process.

If you weren’t sure you had cum before, you definitely were sure now. The feeling washing over you in waves and it only intensifies when his knot swells up completely. Partly inside of you as Haechan thrusts into you a few more times but soon it’s too big to even move at all, stretching your hole to it’s limit. So Haechan stays idle, the sole purpose of his knot to prevent his load from spilling out of you and Haechan plants both his palms on either side of you to keep himself steady as he looks down at your dishevelled figure.

You have got your eyes half closed, panting and Haechan doesn’t know why, since he’d been the one doing all the work but he chooses not to say anything. Leaving you to bask in your post-orgasmic bliss with his knot stuffed inside your hole.

It truly feels amazing, your walls squeezing around his cock as he stays still and Haechan asks himself why he hadn’t done this earlier, why hadn’t he asked you to help him? All those times he could’ve been emptying his load inside of you, yet he chose to take matters into his own hands. But at least now he’s got you to relieve his rut and he’s so glad you showed up at his apartment, unannounced.

“Are you going to move soon or…?” You speak up awhile later, breathing returning to the same it was before and Haechan blinks.

“Oh,” Haechan presses his lips together, unsure of how to tell you. “I can’t do that.”

“What? Why?” Your browns knit in confusion. Did he not want to?

Haechan attempts to pull out but the knot stops him from doing so. It’s too big and it hurts you more than him when he attempts to move out of you, making you pull him back by wrapping your legs around his waist. “So it’s just… supposed to stay like that? How long for?”

“A few hours.” Haechan shrugs, the sarcasm in his tone going unnoticed by you and the panicked look you have in your eyes makes him chuckle. “I’m joking, dumbie.” He brings his head to the crook of your neck, pressing his lips to your neck. “An hour tops.” He mumbles, tongue licking up the area he kissed and to just below your ear.

You shiver, walls closing around his cock and knot as he kisses alongside your jaw line. “An hour?” You repeat, tone all whine and Haechan plants both his palms on the pillow you have your head resting on.

“Or 30 minutes at least.”

You hum, body relaxing as you close your eyes. You push down your top and Haechan comments on that, lips curling up into a smirk as he speaks.

“I’ve just made you orgasm twice. Once with my fingers and then with my dick,” Grinding his pelvis against your clit, making you mewl. “And you’re worried about me seeing a bit of boob?”

“Not really…I just-”

Though, you really don’t know why.

Perhaps it was the way he was looking at you, a lazy smirk painted on his face as he spoke or the fact that the base of his cock was swollen inside of you, and he was towering over you as he kept his release in you.

Haechan keeps you well distracted. Kissing various areas of your neck, watching your face contour in pleasure keeps him entertained too, that you don’t even realise his knot has returned to the size, allowing him to pull out without hurting you and when he does, his release oozes out of you. Leaking onto the bed sheets below yourself due to the sheer quantity or it and Haechan decides it’s best to finger it right back into you, where it belonged.

“Wouldn’t want any going to waste, right?”

・・・ Having fallen asleep after your third climax, you’re awake once again but this time Haechan’s fingers aren’t inside of you. He’s got them resting against your bare hips, face buried into your shoulder and you carefully move his arm away.

The search for your panties is shorts, they’re settled around your ankle and you crawl off the bed before sliding them back on. You’re happy to not have to be looking for them within the dark room with a bare ass and your eyes wander over to Haechan’s figure as he sits up.

“Where ya going?” He mumbles, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. “Morning after pill.” You answer, reaching for your jeans but Haechan seems to have you covered.

“There should be one in the second cupboard in the kitchen.” His words are slurred and he drops his head back into his pillow straight after.

Moving slowly towards his bedroom door, you open it, the comfortable heat of the apartment welcoming you warmly, your jeans left on the edge of his bed. Haechan had fully turned up the air conditioning and you had been too exhausted to pull his duvet back over your body.

In the kitchen, you search every cupboard not exactly sure which second cupboard he meant and a while later, Haechan emerges from his room. A white hoodie hugging his shoulders, the hood pulled up over his hair and his hands shoved in the pocket. He’s grabbed another pair of shorts, black ones this time. “Can’t find it?”

Shaking your head, you watch Haechan walk up to the second cupboard from the entrance of the kitchen, open it and then place down a box on the marble countertop. You don’t ask him why he has them, grateful you didn’t have to make an early trip with wobbly legs to go buy a pill.

You open the box, popping out the pill into your palm and Haechan grabs a glass, filling it up with water. Waiting until he fills it up completely before reaching out a hand but he drinks from it first before turning to you. You’d kissed him already so sharing a glass didn’t seem out of the question but what he does with the mouthful of water in his mouth, is.

His hand wraps around your jaw, your lips parting just enough for him to bring his own closer to, to spit the water into your mouth. You’re surprised by the action, eyes wide as you swallow without a second thought, unsure if he had another pill laying around if you let the one on your tongue fall on the floor.

A few drops of water drip down your chin and you whip them away with the back of your hand, gaze on Haechan.

“What?” He looks at you, smiling as he sips from the glass in his hand.

You just-

“No-nothing...” Voice a pitch higher than usual, making him laugh and you change the subject quickly. “Breakfast?”

“Sure…” Haechan has the same look in his eyes he did when he had you caged between his arms on his bed and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Hoping not to soak the panties you were wearing as Haechan edged closer to your figure.

・・・

The marble of the kitchen island feels cool against your stomach as Haechan hammers into your hole. Arm hooked around your shoulders, hips aggressively thrusting up into you, reminding you how truly mean Haechan was. Watching you struggle to grip onto the expensive material as you inched closer to your orgasm and broken moans falling from your lips. Underwear ruined and resting around both ankles on the floor, body shaking with each pounding he gave you.

This feels right.

“Take it.” Haechan grunts, the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin accompanying your trembling moans and whimpers. “Take it all.” His voice falling deeper, sending shivers down your spine as your thighs began to give in. You attempt to weakly grip onto the edge of the marble, laying more of your upper torso against the cold stone.

The build up of another climax becomes more intense and Haechan’s knot begins to swell up once again too. He groans when you press your thigh together, squeezing his knot even more tightly as he slamming his hips into you and it was only in a matter of moments that your legs gave in, falling to the kitchen floor on your knees.

Haechan doesn’t stop though. Following your body as he continued to thrust into you at an insane pace, like an animal. His desire to breed unbearably high and he lets go of your shoulders, pulling down your hand that remained on the edge of the marble. All whilst maintaining his thrusts.

You feel a hand grip onto your hips after tugging the panties off your ankles just so he could push apart your legs to ram his cock into you deeper. His hand comes around to rub circles with three digits over your clit and when he does, your walls squeeze his length.

This being the final push for your orgasm to completely wash over you. “Haechan, Haechan, I’m-” You cry out, face leaning down to rest your cheek against the cold floor as he continues his movements until he can’t.

But nothing stops his hands, not even the expanded base of his cock acting like a plug yet again, keeping his cum inside of you and your second orgasm soon follows. Body trembling at the pleasure washing over you and Haechan grabs the material of your top. Using it as a way for him to pull you back, until every bit of his knot rested inside of you and he didn’t care if your shirt ripped.

You scream, eyes rolling back and it doesn’t help when he begins slapping your clit, making your jerk under him. Shirt freeing from his grasp and soon you’re laying against the kitchen floor. Twitching with his cock and knot inside of you. Haechan’s body is pressed against yours, panting as he squeezes your hip with one hand when your walls convulse his cock too harshly. He can’t pull out and you know it, laying under him as you feel the onset of another orgasm.

Is this what he meant by ‘not starting something that you couldn’t finish’?

・・・

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cartoonsbyandie · 2 years ago

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I almost got scammed! How to avoid my mistakes.

I’ve been pretty quiet on my social medias for a bit for a lot of reasons, and one of them being that I very nearly fell for a scam that would’ve cost me $2000. Several calls to my bank later, it’s finally all been sorted out, which means I can finally talk about the whole thing. Even though I didn’t end up losing much of anything (certainly nowhere near $2000), I don’t want any other commissions artist to go through this for the crime of giving someone the benefit of the doubt that doesn’t deserve it.

I do commissions online. I got a message on Instagram from someone wanting me to do a picture for their daughter’s birthday this month, offering to pay me way above my commission rates ($200) for what I assumed was a rush job. They provided pictures and lots of details about what their daughter liked and what would be good to include in the picture, and I even drew up a sketch for them. The way my commissions work, I take the full payment once the sketch had been approved, and so far, everything was looking normal.

That is, until, they revealed they were going to pay by check. And really I’m just going to give you the biggest TL;DR piece of advice: Just don’t take checks. It’s not worth it. The reason is that they’re prone to scams because when you deposit a check, the funds will show up in your account. That doesn’t mean the check has cleared, and won’t bounce. This is incredibly annoying to research because so many google results will tell you that a check ‘clears’ within 1 to 2 days, but that’s because the law requires the funds to be made available that quickly. If they find out the check is forged or bad-- WHICH CAN TAKE A MONTH OR LONGER-- you not only get hit with a returned item fee, but the money vanishes from your account.

So say, if the person you’re assuming is trustworthy has told you they “accidentally” wrote a check for $2000 instead of $200, and gave some excuse why they couldn’t simply write a new check, and came up with the brilliant suggestion of just having you deposit it and then Zelle them the remaining $1800-- If you do all that, suddenly you’re out $2000.

I came dangerously close to falling for it. When the person wanted to email me a scan of the check (so I could use mobile deposit, which I did because I figured it’s a rush job and they didn’t want to wait to mail the physical check, look I’m not smart okay--) AND THEN suddenly demanded I use Zelle to instantly give them the money, that’s when I got suspicious. I literally googled “Scams that use Zelle” and found my exact situation. But I figured it’d be fine if I waited until the check fully cleared and kept my bank in the loop, which is why I risked depositing it. I figured I was at no risk until I actually sent them the money, and I still wanted to believe this was a legitimate customer, and I really liked the idea of making $200. Which definitely blinded me to better things I could’ve done. Like, you know, not depositing the check and demanding a different method of payment.

It’s been about a forty days since I deposited the check. Three calls to my bank’s fraud department + one physical visit (two of which told me they might find me culpable for depositing the check and burn my account, which was scary) is what it took to get this mess sorted out. ONE OF THOSE CALLS TOLD ME THE CHECK HAD 100% CLEARED AND HAD A 0% CHANCE OF BOUNCING. I almost Zelled this person the money that night.

Seriously. If you get a bad feeling, trust that. That’s the only thing that saved me here. So did getting lots of advice from family and friends about how this stuff works.

TL;DR Here’s a quick and dirty list of red flags I learned just from this single experience:

Insisting on paying with a check is a red flag by itself if I’m honest, but especially if they just mail you an image of it and expect you to mobile deposit it. Seriously just don’t do this I don’t know what I was thinking

Especially especially if they insist on paying with a check and then want you to give them money with some instant form of payment, like Zelle.

If all their accounts have different names. (This one was Jessie something, their email was Shawn, they wanted me to Zelle to another account with a different name.)

If their account is a generic name + number thing. (Like jessie.10 or something.) I know a few legitimate people with accounts like that but it’s just one of many boxes to tick.

If they seem way too trusting to give a stranger on the internet a crazy amount of money with the expectation that you’ll pay them back. I’d never met this person and they were saying they trusted me with the $2000, I just had to give them my word that I’d give it back.

If they’re offering you well above your commissions prices. They want to blind you with the idea of a big payday when they’re paying with imaginary money.

If they put a ton of pressure on you to respond quickly. This person kept spamming me with Instagram audio calls early in the morning or while I was at work.

If they say stuff like this, which honestly was the biggest gift they could’ve given me because it just removed all doubt:

#not art #I don't even know how to tag this #There's a lot I'm leaving out like. A lot #Like I'm aware I'm an idiot but there's gotta be a million idiots like me out there and I don't want anyone else to learn the hard way #Or the REALLY hard way of the scam actually succeeding #I don't want to think about what would've happened if I gave them the money #The account's name right now is andrea_34vo though #And I'm sure these accounts are a dime a dozen #But I might as well share since apparently they're targeting people like me

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cjjohansson · 3 years ago

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YOU'RE IT FOR ME

SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.

supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff

angst/fluff.

fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.

As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.

However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”

“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.

“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.

“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.

Meanwhile

you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.

You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.

You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.

Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.

You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.

“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.

To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.

Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.

“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.

“Yes”

They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.

“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.

Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.

The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.

“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.

“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.

“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.

“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.

“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”

Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.

“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.

“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”

“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.

“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.

“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?

“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”

“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.

“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.

You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.

“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.

You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.

The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.

“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.

“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Chaotic vibes only!

Hope y'all enjoy reading!

Pairing (s): MSBY Four - Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo and Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn! reader

Genre: fluff!

Warning (s): None!

Enjoy!

Bokuto Koutarou

The grocery store is packed during the weekend, and the two of you are only free during the weekends to do your grocery shopping.

You knew that you would easily lose him during such busy days, so you insisted that he never let go of your hand.

Obviously, he is more than happy to hold your hand because he loves how big his hand is compared to yours.

You pushed the trolley around, filling it with fresh vegetables and fruits while he looks around the mart.

While you were busy choosing the watermelon, unknowingly, Bokuto decided to explore the supermarket on his own.

He just went to the snack aisle and got a few snacks and heads back to the fresh produce section, and you were not there.

Bokuto reached out to his pocket to find it empty.

His phone was with you, and you were nowhere to be found.

So, what does he do?

"The caretaker of Bokuto Koutarou, your child is currently at the customer service counter. Please come and pick him up." A loud announcement rang through the store, and you wanted to hide your face.

Everyone around you started whispering about the professional athlete Bokuto Koutarou really lost, or was it another child with the same name as him?

You asked a kind soul for you to help you look after your trolley while you went and go collect your lost child.

"Baby! You're here!" He ran up to you and threw his arms around, slightly lifting you up.

Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and you apologised profusely to the receptionist at the counter while pulling your giant boyfriend away.

The young kid that was waiting with your trolley was excited when he saw Bokuto with you. He was a big fan of your boyfriend. You helped them take a picture, and he wraps his arms around you.

"That was so embarrassing...Kou, can you just hold onto my shirt and never let go?" He shook his head, and you tilt your head in confusion.

Did he want to get lost again?

"Nope, I'm going to hug you and never let you go!" He got behind you and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

Miya Atsumu

Normally, you did the grocery shopping alone since he is tired after training and doesn't drive.

So, the grocery shopping chore became yours.

He has a rest day and offered to pick up the groceries with you on this rare occasion.

It was a pleasant surprise, and you were glad to have a helping hand to help you.

You brought him to Costco, and it's going to be easy to lose him, a new-timer who has never been to Costco.

You warned him and told him to stay close to you and don't stray away from you.

He just nods his head and proceeds to ignore your warnings.

Atsumu was kind of upset that you were treating him like a child, but he overestimates himself.

Because within 15 minutes of entering the store, he has already lost you.

So, instead of calling you and asking where are you, he got another trolley and proceeded to do his own shopping.

Since you were busy with the shopping list, you didn't even notice your boyfriend was not following you anymore.

He was fascinated by the big store and got lots of stuff, ones that you two don't really need.

After a while, he realised that you have actually forgotten about him and literally went and did your own shopping.

When he was about to make a quick call to you, his phone died.

So, he went and paid for his stuff first and head to the customer service counter.

"Y/l/n Y/n, your child Miya Atsumu is currently at the customer service counter; please come and pick him up." Everyone heard it, so did you, but you continue your shopping.

This man, even after you warned him, still went and got separated from you.

So, you deliberately took your own sweet time and went a few rounds around a particular aisle.

You purposely lined up at the longest queue for your payment.

By the time you were done, he has been waiting with other lost kids for an hour or two.

"That was mean of ya! It was so embarrassing!" He buried his face in the crook of your neck; you awkwardly apologised to the cranky receptionist that was grumbling about how youngsters were so irresponsible.

Atsumu recounts his tale of how the lost kids there were laughing at an adult who got lost and has to be sent to the customer service, but he voluntary went himself.

"Serves you right. I told you to stick right next to me. Tsumu, why did you buy all of these? We have it at home..." You gaped at the amount of stuff that he bought.

"Really? I didn't see it. Oh well, it's just more stocks then." He grinned playfully, expecting you to laugh, but you let out a deep sigh.

"This is why I have a shopping list for a reason; it is so that we don't overbuy! Tsumu, you're such a hoarder!" He opened his mouth and tries to explain himself, but nothing came up.

You loop your arms around his neck and kisses his cheeks.

"It's fine; I can deliver some to Samu. Don't worry." You reassure him when you notice his crestfallen expression.

"Stop pouting. You did well today, but next time, just stick close to me?" He nods his head and you two head to your car.

Hinata Shoyo

It was all a small mistake that leads to you two in the current situation.

Hinata knows the danger of losing you in the grocery store because your purse has his phone and his wallet.

But he holds your hand tightly as you two entered the store.

At first, it was going well, there were not many people in the store, and you two were out on a date.

Until the sudden increase of patrons in the store.

Hinata was sure to hold your hand tightly, but you heard of some discount from the housewives nearby; you let go of him and head towards the frozen aisle.

Oh no, he is left alone, and there was nothing he could do.

His fans came up to him and asked for photos and autographs, so he stayed and interact with them, hoping that you would come back for him.

Yeah, you were definitely not going back to find him as you made friends with the housewives as they give you tips about discounts.

Even the butcher chatted with you for a while.

So, he went to the customer service counter and requested them to make an announcement.

"The guardian of Hinata Shoyo, please proceed to the customer service counter to pick up your child." That was when you realised that Hinata was no longer beside you.

You picked up the remaining items on the lists and head to the register to pay for the groceries. Gosh, you felt like an awful significant other, losing him and not realising earlier.

But, the new knowledge and tips that you've gotten might be worth it, just kidding.

You were going to make a delicious meal for him to make up for your mistake earlier.

He looked relieved when he saw you walking towards him.

"Sho-chan! I'm so sorry! I lost you and even forgot about you. Can you forgive me?" You apologised profusely, and he chuckles, seeing your guilty expression.

You buried your face into his chest, and he pats your head to tell you to not blame yourself. It was all good, but still, you felt awful.

"Let's go home. I have picked up some good cuts of beef; I'll cook a good meal for you!"

"Sure, let's go." He kisses the top of your head and you two head towards the parking lot.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Alright, Sakusa would make the perfect housewife. He is good at household chores, cooking? He is the perfect husband in the making.

He does the grocery shopping, and you would stay at home.

But, you felt like accompanying him to the store, so he allowed you to follow him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of black sweats, and he was wearing similar attire to you.

He made sure you held his hand since you were short and could easily blend into the crowd. (a/n - omi is just a giant.)

It's been a while since you came out shopping with him, and it was fun getting out once in a while.

You can't help but want to explore the supermarket on your own.

So, you went on your own; after all, you're a grown adult. Nothing bad would happen.

Right?

Oh ho ho, Sakusa turned around, and you were gone.

He starts to panic because you were not behind him, and he couldn't see you in the crowd.

Sakusa calls you and felt his left pocket buzzing.

It was your phone buzzing in his pocket.

He sighs and decided to finish his list before finding you.

Meanwhile, you had enough money for a popsicle, and you got your favourite flavour and head to the customer service counter.

"Excuse me, can you please make a lost child announcement?" The receptionist immediately sat up in her seat and apologised for not noticing you earlier.

"Where's the lost child?" You pointed at yourself. She nodded her head blankly.

"Yeah, Sakusa Kiyoomi is my guardian. Thank you." This whole situation was bizarre, but she made the announcement for you anyways.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, your child is at the customer service counter; please come and pick up your lost child."

You were literally chatting with the receptionist when he rushed over to the customer service counter. He sighed, relieved that you were safe. He apologised for the inconvenience he caused.

"You got me worried. Just stay at home, okay?" He kisses your forehead. You shook your head.

"Nope! I'm coming with you from now on!"

Oooh, my first headcanon where I did four characters at once! It was quite fun and I might write more of these in the future!

I hope y'all enjoy this!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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