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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh Part 8

a/n: okay so since my halloween special was a flop ill write this instead but uwuwuwuwu its also my birthday today so hehe this is kinda a special request too :D

WAIT YOU GUYS THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT IF YOURE NOT A POTTERHEAD BUT OMG I SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SIRIUS BLACK LIKE WHAT :”) I THINK I SAVED A COUNTRY IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING :”)

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anon:

- IF IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! omg :0 i think we can all agree that the ramen shop will get GOOD BUSINESS that day. but it was a total surprise when the upperclassmen basically JUMP you after exiting your last class. vball practice? deliberately cancelled cuz today is YOUR day. kyo leading you, iwa making sure your eyes are closed while oikawa keeps teasing you on how you’re letting a group of men take you BLIND (cue the PUNCH). your smile is worth the XXX amount spent c,:

LOOK HOW CUTE MATTSUHANA ARE IN THIS LIKE OMG ITS LIKE IWAOI SPIRIT SWITCHED W THEIRS AND NOW IWAOI HAVE TO PULL THEM APART INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

okay yay happy birthday to me uwu

i kinda put this request off since my borfday was right around the corner so hahaha to the anon who requested this, here it is!!!

okay anyways!!!

so today is your borfday

obvs this could be any day lmao it doesnt have to be today but it can be any day just pretend the calendar was different lmao

you were born today and your parents and natsu obvs celebrated it the morning you woke up

like you were peacefully holding your squirtle plushie and snuggling close to get more sleep bc it was still early

but natsu quite literally kicked your door down and your parents walked in with a large cake with candles

STEPBRO WHAT ARE YOU-

okay ill stop now

ofc you were startled bc what the hek

like you were so surprised that you rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the floor

instead of being yanno ‘yey! its my borfday!’ you were like ‘dear asahi kill me’

waking you up at the buttcrack of dawn?

lmao 10/10 not recommend

natsu felt really bad and he pulled you up from the floor and situated you back on the bed while your parents backtracked back downstairs

‘ohmygosh babygirl im so sorry i didnt mean to hulk smash you to the floor’

im sorry sir what 💀

this whore

you waved him off but he still felt guilty so he just pressed kisses to your forehead to soothe it

meanwhile youre just leaning against him, eyes closed, bc you grew up with natsu always doing this whenever you got hurt so it was such a soff moment for you

eventually, he was able to bring you downstairs and your parents were lowkey scared lmao but you smiled at them

‘thank you for the cake’

they breathed a sigh of relief and you sat down on the chair to eat breakfast

‘here darling’

you accepted the bowl of rice from your madre and you ate your birthday breakfast with them while yall are saving the cake for later during dinner

when you finished, you were getting up and shouting up the stairs that you were showering first

hehe natsu was all like ‘lmao why? its like 4 in the morning’

you froze, foot hovering over a step and you sighed

‘excuse me what 💀‘

yea no

you were dragged back to the kitchen and you were all pouty bc duh who the hek wants to wake up that early but your parents saved themselves by giving you your parents early

(literally anything you guys want they gave you okay? but only like 3 lmao not a bajillion things)

you were still grateful for everything and you felt very much appreciated

since it was still early, you just decided to screw it and got ready to go to school early and set up the gym for early morning practice

natsu volunteered to go with you to school but you shook your head

‘nah, im okay. the walk is peaceful’

he huffed, crossing his arms, but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because its your birthday’

hehehehe the amount of freedom during your day of birth

you were of course the first one in the gym but you didnt mind bc you actually liked the quietness that was so rare inside there

you turned on some (f/m) (lmao favorite/music) and you were sweeping, unknowingly swaying and dancing slightly

at around 5:40, the third years have arrived and since theyre the eldest, they usually get there first

omg the blush explosion on their faces when they saw you twirling around with the mop and ofc oikawa being the little poopie head he is, he swooped in and held your waist

you got startled but seeing the soft brown eyes of your captain made a soft smile appear on your face

‘hello, oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nuzzled his face to the side of your head softly

‘morning, y/n-chan’

before he could go on, iwa threw him away behind him and you giggled

mattsun raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior

‘hm? why are you so happy today, y/n-chan?’

you stopped then chuckled

‘nothing much, mattsun-san’

you didnt really want to tell them it was your birthday bc tbh you didnt think it was a big deal or anything

the others werent complaining bc they rarely see you so lively and upbeat and they loved it

you were humming under your breath for gods sake

the other boys have trickled in and again, they also went ‘?’

your soft smiles, giggles, and joy was everything to them

god bless for this beautiful morning

poor kindaichi cowered in fright as he braced himself for a scolding from you for missing a block but he got even more scared when you just patted his head

‘its okay, yuu-kun. there’s always a next time’

yea there was something wrong

unfortunately, school was starting and they weren’t able to start questioning you and there aint no way kindaichi and kunimi were going to do that themselves without the upperclassmen who could calm you down if you got too defensive

you were skipping down the hallway and you even looped your arms around your first year friends and they shared a confused look before being dragged by you

during class, darling kunimi was too busy and distracted by your quiet singing of some show that takeru watched when you were over

‘KUNIMI-SAN, IS MATH SO BORING THAT YOU FIND INTEREST ON L/N-SAN INSTEAD?’

yes, yes it is

but he didnt say that and instead turned away so fast that you felt the wind beside you

DID A 180 CRAZY~~~

he texted the separate bros group chat about you still being all happy and they were all curious as to what makes you so happy

during lunch time, kindaichi usually went over to go eat with you and kunimi right?

but he was surprised when he just saw kunimi there without you

‘wh-’

‘i dont know’

‘what do you mean you dont know?!’

nah fam we not dying yet

natsu texted you earlier that he had a bento for you that he made himself and he wanted you to eat it instead of the one your mom made

you were passing by the building entrance door thingy and caught the attention of the third years who were at the rooftop eating their lunch

there was also other students outside and they watched your flowery aura skip over to the equally attractive hiroshi natsu

‘y/n-chan~’

he cooed and you smiled up at him

curse him and his tall height

he let you hold the f/c cloth covered box so he could cup your face and kiss over your booboo again

‘wo mow, matsu-’

translation: no more, natsu!

you whined as he kept kissing your forehead and you were turning red at the attention from the other students

dang oikawa crushed his juice box at the sight even though he knew natsu was just a cousin

‘ill save you, y/n-chan!’

he shouted, already flying down the stairs towards you and the other third years after him to keep him from doing something stupid

but they also lowkey wanna see you too

but by the time they reached the entrance, you were already walking away and even passed by the quartet, giving them a close-eyed smile and a cute ‘hello!’

the 3 were distracted by you and were coddling you while oikawa ran out and shouted after natsu’s retreating form

‘natsu! oi, natsu!’

as if the boy was purposely ignoring him, natsu kept walking forward

‘HIROSHI NATSU!’

his scream finally made him turn around and natsu’s face held a teasing smirk

‘oya? chibi-chan?’

KDJFSLFDFKDSJKFD YES YOU CALLED?

oikawa huffed and panted as he firmly walked over to natsu

‘tell me, hiroshi natsu. why is y/n-chan all cutesy and happy today?’

then the smirk fell, replaced by an actual, genuine annoyed look

‘hah?’

oikawa blinked

‘what do you mean ‘hah’?’

natsu waved his hands around in a frenzy of shock

‘so you mean to tell me, you, oikawa tooru, the dude who literally woke up the neighborhood at the buttcrack of dawn a few weeks ago, in love with my cousin, doesn’t know what today is?’

‘was i supposed to,,,, know?’

KSDLFJSDKFJDS THIS DUDE

natsu’s face became a meme and the guy was so disappointed that he just turned around and continued walking

oikawa gasped and clutched natsu’s arm, begging and pleading to tell him

ofc the little shite natsu is, he smirked down at oikawa’s kneeling form

‘hmm, gotta say, chibi-kun. i like this view~’

KDSLFJSDKFJLSDKFJDKS WHOS CHILD ARE YOU, HIROSHI NATSU

‘tell me, natsu-chan!’

the puppy eyes of oikawa tooru not only affected girls but also boys fully socked homosexual boys so natsu had to turn away, fighting down a blush

stay loyal to katsuki

wait, no, probably tetsu

or kenma

or both

or keiji

‘-me! natsu-chan!’

that snapped the pink-haired boy out of his thoughts and crossed his arms, glaring down at oikawa

‘hm, why do you wanna know so bad? youre on your knees, begging me for information you shouldve already known since you claim to like her so much’

oikawa pouted and he sniffled

‘i wanna know everything about y/n-chan. i wanna know what today is so i can make her as happy as she is today forever!’

‘youre so cheesy’

natsu chided and oikawa pouted even harder causing natsu to sigh and pinch his nose

‘the girl was born today’

oikawa’s face lit up and he hurriedly stood on his feet, hands on natsu’s biceps since he could barely reach natsu’s shoulders bc of his 6′5 height

‘its her birthday today?!’

‘i literally just said that-’

‘oh my gosh! we need to plan something!’

oikawa started but then frowned

‘but we’re in school so it would be too late to do a surprise when we finish’

his mumbles

filled their vicinity and natsu finally realized where exactly they were so he tugged the still mumbling boy over to the side out of people’s view

ohmygosh if i saw 2 handsome, tall, hot boys there, id be staring too omg

‘oi, oikawa’

he still didnt budge until natsu had to kick him at the leg

rip not his knee yall

tooru flinched and hatefully glared at the boy but natsu pointedly glared at him right back

‘before you start bitching to me, i was just gonna suggest i can help you and your little plan to woo my baby cousin’

as if he wasn’t irritated in the first place, tooru lit up and he excitedly clung onto natsu

‘really? you’ll really help me?’

natsu rolled his eyes and tried to pry the brunette off of him but he felt the grip tighten

‘listen, oikawa, as much as i like having pretty boys hang on to me, i’d really appreciate if you just back off a bit and actually understand what im saying’

can i just say how long their lunch break is?

and not at natsu trying to get with oikawa and oikawa completely missing it

‘you can go do your education scam system thing while i can go set things up over at that one noodle place she likes’

natsu explained

oikawa was about to smile until he paused and leaned away

‘theres a catch. i know theres a catch’

then natsu smirked, confirming oikawa’s suspicion

‘ill think about what i really want but for now, i just wanna see that one doggie boy you guys have. also, your friend with the big arms’

lmao imagine the surprise in oikawa’s face

‘YOU GO FOR THEM BUT NOT ME?!’

‘why? you want me to?’

‘YES! i mean, well-no but YES!’

‘*sigh*’

thats how oikawa ended up telling the boys about the last minute birthday surprise for you and the help from natsu

‘yea, apparently its her birthday. also, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, you need to talk to natsu-chan’

‘hah?! why?!’

‘THAT IDIOT?!’

you were minding your own business during class until you saw kunimi raise his hand

‘yes, kunimi-kun?’

‘bathroom’

normally, you wouldve just looked away but you noticed him grab his bag when the teacher wasn’t looking which prompted you to sigh since he was skipping class

i mean, whats the point of skipping class when the day is about to be over in like 15 minutes anyways?

‘make sure to come to practice’

you whispered when he passed and he smiled, making you raise an eyebrow bc that was a smile you knew that had a hidden meaning behind it

when the bell rang, everyone nyoomed themselves out of there and you were just walking past the door when a body came crashing to you which made you distracted and allowed a chance of vulnerability

there was a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind, hands grabbed your own from in front, and an arm around your waist started to guide you forward

‘um, just so you know, i have the power of god, anime, and iwa-san by my side and i wont hesitate to kick you in the di-’

‘its so cute when y/n-chan threatens us’

a voice from in front of you hums and you smiled

‘you wont think im really cute once youre on the floor clutching your di-’

‘oi, y/n, ill wash your tongue with soap’

‘yes, iwa-san’

you continued to walk, completely trusting at the hands of your boys, when you felt yourself being pulled to turn a corner

‘iwa-san? aren’t we going to the gym? why are we exiting the gates?’

the boys exchanged a look of amazement at your sense of intuition and the accuracy of your guess despite being deprived of your senses

‘dont think you can lie to us, y/n-chan! how could you not tell us its your birthday today?!’

you heard mattsun a few feet in front of you whine and you giggled

‘its not important’

then kyotani scoffed, you knowing it was him by feeling him twitch by the arm around your waist

‘boke, of course its important’

‘so your punishment for lying to us, we’re kidnapping you’

makki teased and you rolled your eyes beneath iwa’s hands

‘oh, shiver me timbers’

the walk continued, you still being dragged around, and you heard oikawa laugh

‘oh dear, its a sight to see, ain’t it? if only you can see the looks people are giving us, y/n-chan~ a group of boys taking a little girl like you? how could you trust us to not do something to you-ACK!’

you cut him off when you lifted your foot to kick right where it hurts the most

forget his weewee

its the knee

poor child crumbled to the floor and had to be picked up by baby watari

‘oh wata-cchi, youre the only one who cares about oikawa-san!’

you heavily sighed at the exagerrated theatrics of your captain

‘the one day. the one day when he could be a normal person for once’

you grumbled but stopped when you heard iwa laugh by your ear

‘he’s right you know. you technically lied to us when we asked if there was something special’

you shivered and you leaned your head back

‘its okay, iwa-san. we can talk about it after this event. make sure to give me my present, okay?’

SKDLFJSDKFJDSKFLDS GIRL NO I CANT I WANNA JUMP-

but iwa chuckled and he promised you that you would love his present

kyotani’s arm tightened around you, as if prompting you that he was still there and he wanted your attention too

‘careful there, pup’

he warned when you almost tripped over air

‘hehe, i know ill always be safe when youre next to me, kyo-san’

you teased and he was lucky your eyes were covered bc you would see the way his cheeks tinted red

‘s-shut up, idiot! maybe i shouldve just let you fall and hit your head! not like its gonna do damage since theres nothing there anyways!’

you just giggled and he retaliated by pinching your waist to which you squealed and gripped his hands

then the smell of the ramen broth entered your nose

‘are we-?’

‘nope! not there yet, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice made you whine and complain but then he stopped, making everyone else stop too

‘okay, iwa-chan, kyoken-chan, release her!’

both grumbled something about you being treated like a pokemon but stopped when your eyes widened and contorted into confusion

‘huh?’

oikawa grinned and your eyes met to see the way his eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign that this one was a rare genuine smile

‘come on! lets go!’

you let him take you inside the restaurant until your feet stopped, eyes wide when you noticed the streamers and the cake by the corner

your parents stood with natsu by the table and a large smile decorated your face

‘you,, you did this for me?’

you whispered and the team made noises of agreement

‘we had to do something for you to celebrate the day you were born. its a special day because you came into the world and we were able to meet you’

yahaba grinned and you gave him a big hug but you leaned back a bit so that the others would know you’re talking to them too

‘everyone, thank you. i love you’

they all scoffed a bit to hide their flustered state but they still smiled and each gave you a hug

‘oi! come here and eat the food! oikawa’s paying today!’

natsu shouted, which caught the attention of some customers in the restaurant, but they just ignored it bc theyve seen you and the team so many times that yall practically lived there

‘what?! i didnt-’

oikawa started but your mother came up to him and clasped her hands to his, sharing the same exact grin you have

‘you must be oikawa tooru. y/n has told me loads about you’

excuse him while he descends to heaven bc your mother is practically another you

iwa was already acquainted with your dad so they started talking and you just stood back, observing your two families interact with each other

you were so unbelievably happy that it hurts

kindaichi noticed you and he slinked away from the debate between makki and mattsun to go sling an arm around you

‘so? what do you think?’

you turned to him with glassy eyes

‘im so blessed. so blessed to have these amazing people with me’

poor babie panicked a bit bc he didnt really know how to comfort a crying girl but he just wrapped his arms around you

‘hehe, its kinda the other way around actually. we’re blessed to have someone like you’

he whispered and you giggled then playfully hit his shoulder

‘so cheesy, yuu-kun’

he leaned away from the hug and gave you an offended look

‘but its true! i dont know what we did to have-’

‘Y/N-CHAN! NO! HELP!’

oikawa shouted from the other side, cutting off your soft moment with kindaichi

‘what are you doing, natsu?’

you noticed your cousin wrapping his arms around your captain and trying to drag him away but poor tooru was scrambling to escape

‘we made a deal, didnt we, darling~? i know what i want now and youre going to have to give me you’

oikawa screamed

a/n: can we please pretend i posted this on november 3? bc i was dumb and forgot to post this and KLDJLSDKFJDSKD IM SO ANGRY but its okay at least i am able to publish this haha

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wolfling06 · 4 years ago

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The Bigger they are, The harder they fall

Writer’s note: Hey! this is my first ever fic, I have dabbled some in writing but I have never written a full on fic so I apologize if there is anything wrong with it. anyways, Enjoy! (yes this is my original fic, please do not take it as your own and if you are to reblog or repost it, please tag me. thank you!)

Summary; Skid and Pump had quickly become the most well known of the extended group of friends as the most teasy, mischievous, and energetic lers. They were definitely a force to be reckoned with. And they both had their eyes on the tallest, strongest of the group. A true challenge to bring down, and one they both wanted to hear laugh. Whitty. (Lee!Whitty and Ler!Pump&Skid)

Warning: Slight language

After the Lemon demon was defeated and all were saved, they began to hang out and visit one another more often, Pico, Keith, and occasionally even Carol would go with Whitty to the skate park or even do some graffiti with him, Gf would occasionally tag along but would also often spend more time with her parents. Skid and Pump were all over the place and visited everyone at the most random times, jumping in and occasionally even startling the others out of their previous activities.

The 2 were quickly known as the most mischievous and ones who would do anything to pull a good prank or 2. The only thing that could be matched with their love of pranks and adventure was their love of hearing their friends laugh.

And oh, how they tried, they did many things. From bad jokes, to silly stunts, to even tickling. And once they found out everyone in the gang was even a little ticklish they both wanted to exploit this new discovery to the fullest. And they did, whether they had reason or not.

Many times they would target Keith, Pico, or even each other from time to time. Mostly because they were around their size and easy to get to. Carol and Gf were also similar in height but they saw the boys more often. However, that didn’t mean the duo weren’t up for a challenge. Whitty for example;

Whitty was very tall, standing at only a single inch short of 9 feet, very tall and lanky with extreme strength and great self defense capabilities that his appearance would blind one from seeing at first sight. He was always calm and poker faced and he rarely smiled out of pure amusement. He was easily the tallest out of all of them. And, with Skid and Pump being the smallest of the whole group, that meant they were very much opposites. One would think it would be impossible for the 2 to take him down, especially long enough to successfully tickle him like they would the others.

And at first, yea, it was very difficult.

Until they discovered a new approach to it.

They first discovered this new technique while they had been visiting his place. They had stopped by on another one of their unexpected visits. At first, Whitty seemed a little bothered, but as it kept happening over and over and it seemed that no matter what he said or did, they always kept coming. He tried to keep polite about it but whenever he would win, he would get the kicked puppy look and they would slowly make their way out looking sad and dejected. Eventually, his guilt would take over and he would either let them stay or they would go and he wouldn’t even object to them the next time they came. Eventually, he just gave up trying all together and let them come and go as they please so long as they dont take or break anything.

However, this time when they came they seemed a little...different.

They were energetic and chatty as usual, but they seemed a little more giddy than usual, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, a feeling he particularly hated. He let the 2 wander the living room a bit before they settled down on the couch, both shifting a little to get comfy. He made his way into the kitchen and pulled out a large bag of Dorito chips and poured it into a bowl, making his way into the living room once more and placing it on the coffee table before setting up the Nintendo Switch and popping in Mario Kart, offering the other 2 one of the controllers. Pump went first against Whitty, it was a loser trade where the person that lost had to give it to the next person that had yet to play. In this case it was Whitty against Pump, who paid more attention to the scenery of the game then that actual race. Skid shouted, clearly hyped up, and stood up on the couch and began waving his arms in the direction he wanted Pump to go. The pumpkin head only occasionally took his advice as Whitty sat to the other end of the couch watching the 2 out of the corner of his eye with a smirk, he was clearly much farther ahead then Pump with him being in 2nd place and Pump being in 8th. The only reason why he wasn’t in 1st already was because of the stupid Metal Mario character, who was practically cheating, and wouldn’t let him pass and it was starting to get slightly annoying.

They went through a couple rounds, Whitty never losing while Skid and Pump passed it back and forth repeatedly. Though he noticed that, thankfully, they were no longer watching him so intently, that was a relief. He began to relax a bit, reminding himself that they were just children and he was much bigger and stronger than them. ‘C’mon, relax! They’re just children, stop being so paranoid.’ he thought to himself as he tried to focus more on the game then his own thoughts, he turned a sharp corner and nearly cursed when his avatar, Bowser Jr., almost went flying off the track. He managed to catch himself at the last second and made a slick recovery. However, hearing a sudden bark of a laugh paired with a whoop from the Spooky Duo didn’t make him feel so confident. He glanced at their side of the screen and noticed they had a blue spiked shell in their avatar’s hand. “Oh shit..” he muttered upon seeing it. Quickly, he slammed the breaks and let Metal Mario, someone he had just managed to pass, go ahead of him just as the shell went blazing by. He sighed with relief, glad it hadn’t hit him.

“Aww, c’mon! That was reserved just for you!” Skid blurted, though there was no real agitation behind his words, allowing Whitty to give him a smug smirk and said “I have been playin’ this for a while, kid, I have seen all the stunts you ever even hope to pull.” He kept his eyes glued on the screen, unaware of the glint in their eyes and the small snicker the two exchanged. “You have seen all the stunts we hope to pull, you said?” Skid asked while Pump was still snickering slightly to himself. “Tch, yea, that's what I said.” He stated simply, not really paying attention to what they were trying to say. Until-

“Now!” “Wha- hey!” Thwump!

The 2 didn’t wait, the game unpaused and still running, they tackled Whitty against the couch, being careful not to hurt him. They had to act quick, they had to! Otherwise, they wouldn’t have any way of getting to him. Before he had time to utter a single syllable, they attacked. Pump and Skid quickly hopping onto his arms to keep them pinned to the couch, they were sill sitting up but he was stretched out enough he might as well have been laying down, and proceeded to quickly skitter their fingers everywhere they could reach; ribs, stomach, sides, neck, somehow under his arms, hips.

They moved quickly and held on for dear life, moving quickly and shifting their own body weight continuously, from sitting on his arms to his hips and at his side to just either side of him to both on one side-. They went everywhere they could, going all over the place so it would be harder for him to catch them or try to find a pattern and stop them. His laughter was loud, belly laughter. Though not unpleasant, he squirmed the best he could in an attempt to find some way to escape, but with them all over the place it was pretty difficult.

“BAHAHAhaha! Whahahat are yohou twoho dohoing?? Gehet off mehehe!”

“Its working! Keep going Pump!” Skid called excitedly. Their plan was working! They continued, unintentionally forming a bit of a pattern, but not enough for Whitty to keep up or be able to stop them. He pulled his arms in and attempted to hug himself to protect the majority of his torso from the brunt of it all. His legs kicked out behind the other 2, though he was consciously making sure he couldn’t risk their wellbeing, he had enough self control for that.

“Stahahahap geheht ohoff of mehehe!!” he laughed out, attempting to carefully push Pump away from his side while trying to fend off Skid from his stomach. The 2 only giggled with glee, proud in themselves that this was working, and ecstatic that they had finally managed to successfully find a way to tickle their Object headed friend silly.

Skid glanced down and an idea popped into his skull, lighting his eyes up with great glee and an idea. Glancing down he noticed that, during his squirming, Whitty’s hoodie had ridden up some, revealing the pitch black, quivering flesh beneath. This was perfect! Taking a deep breath, he wasted no time and plunged his face into that thin like of flesh, pulling his hoodie up a tad for more lee way, and blew.

And by God, the shriek that followed.

“SHAAAAAHAHAHA-! FAHAHACK OHOFF!!” he exclaimed, his laughter reaching a whole new pitch and in a newfound hysteria. Skid and Pump exchanged a look, man this was awesome!! No one had ever heard the bomb head laugh so hard! Skid proceeded to pepper more raspberries along his stomach, lifting his hoodie up some to spread around the love. Pump continued to tickle along Whitty’s ribs. Though, his curiosity got the best of him, he was aware that some people, like Keith for example, had ticklish hands, and other unusual places, maybe Whitty did too? It was a weird thought and definitely one only Pump would have had, but it was a thought nonetheless that he wanted to experiment on. He pressed a sweet spot into his ribs, earning a startled yelp and a hand planted into his chest in an attempt to push him away. Gently of course. But this gave Pump his window, dropping everything, he wrapped his legs around Whit’s arm for a better hold. Pulling his fingers back, gently of course, and fluttered his own fingers along the palm of his hand, from the ridge to the base.

“*snrk!* heheey! *snrk! *snrk!* Stahahap!!” Pump’s eyes widened, Whitty was snorting?? Oh my God, this child’s mind was blown. Skid had lessened the raspberries and had gone back to scribbling so that their bomb headed friend could go longer without reaching his limit, which explained why his laughter had calmed down some. Skid looked up in surprise and noticed what Pump was doing when an idea of his own came, he gestured for Pump to make a raspberry, The pumpkin headed kid was quick to catch on, before making his way further down the couch. Pump proceeded to bury his mouth into the center of Whitty’s palm. A sudden sort, slightly longer in duration that the previous, could be heard in response. Pump smiled and prepared to do it again when-

Quickly, it was soon followed by Whitty suddenly, bolting upright to emit an almost literal shriek before falling back clutching the couch in an attempt to not kick or struggle too much or hard, throwing his head back in absolute hysterics, his face a bright orange blush. Startled by the sudden reaction, he looked for Skid, finding him holding Whitty’s left ankle in a secure head lock, skittering his fingers along his sole. His other leg kicked out but, for the most part, hung off the side of the couch. There was a very evident struggle in the poor lee as he tried to keep from kicking anyone, or anything, out of reflex to the new found sensations. Pump smiled and, giving his hand one final raspberry, dove down to grab the other foot, giving it the same treatment as SKid was the left.

“FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Unable to form any coherent words or responses to this torment, Whitty was forced to just endure it, he tried to pull away, to break free somehow, but his strength had been dwindled down from earlier. Meaning, he was left to succumb to the maddening sensations at his feet. Throwing his head back as hysterical belly laughter poured from him as freely as a faucet.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Whitty! Heehee, your laugh is so loud!” Skid laughed, enjoying the reactions he was getting. “Heheh, yea! Especially when I do this!” Pump agreed, running his fingers under Whitty’s toes momentarily, earning a startled squeal before more peals of bellowing laughter followed. After what felt like an eternity, he felt their hands slow to a stop, releasing him and allowing him a breather. He had to admit, they were good at reading people, they must have noticed when he was beginning to reach his limit and had stopped just when he was really needing a break. He slumped into the couch, pulling his hood over his head, and pulling the laces so it closed around him, thus hiding the massive, practically glowing blush and face splitting smile there. Residual giggles and panting could, however, be easily heard. He pulled his feet away from them and bent his knees so as to tuck them underneath him best he could, his arms dropping onto the couch, going limp. The other 2 smile brightly. Yes, they had been keeping close watch. And both, the entire time in fact, had yet to hear him sound desperate or genuinely angry or upset. If anything, he almost sounded like he was enjoying himself. And the smile Skid could see through the small gap in his hood confirmed it.

“Heheh, that was fun! We should do that again some time!” Pump giggled with glee, clearly pleased. “Yea! That was fun! Be right back.” Skid said, getting up and making his way to the kitchen, coming back a few seconds later with a glass of cool water in hand, handing it to the exhausted object head that rested on the couch. Whitty sat up enough to be able to drink it, losing the rim of his hood so he could so.

“Hff hff.. Yohou both suhuck…” he panted, though both could tell there was no real malice in his voice. Upon being able to see his eyes, both smiled brightly. Why?

Because there was a glitter in them, one that reminded them of Keith, who was open about enjoying being tickled. Both could easily tell, seeing that glimmer alone, that he had enjoyed it. And Pump was the first to call it out.

“Heh, I can tell you liked it, Whits! You look so happy!”

He paused for a second and gulped down that last mouthful of water before correcting the pumpkin head.

“I did not like it!” he protested. Though, the deepening blush on his face told them otherwise.

Skid chuckled lightly, both still smiling brightly. “You go ahead and rest, Whitty, we’re gonna finish this round and make up all the lost time!”

As the 2 sat back down, recollecting the dropped controllers and continued playing, Whitty watched the screen closely as he grumbled to himself. That was humiliating! Taken down and rendered helpless by 2 measly children! Let alone taken down with only tickles! The ghostly after tickles were still there, but he ignored them, they weren’t as bad anymore and were tolerable. ‘But maybe….yea, maybe it… wasn’t so bad..’ he thought to himself, glancing down at the glass he had been given, now only half full.

…

Yea, he would never admit it. But yea, maybe it was a little fun.

But still, he wasn’t gonna show it. Not by a long shot.

He sat up, a new idea forming in his brain and a smirk with a whole new meaning to it forming on his lips. Slowly he edged his way towards the other 2, setting down his glass and cracking his knuckles as he did. Pump glanced up momentarily to notice this before freezing entirely, his eyes wide and a nervous smile forming on his face as he did. His avatar began to slow down and Skid noticed, “hey, what are you slowing down for, Pum-....oh….heh...h-hello...” Skid looked over and noticed the predatory grin on Whitty’s face as he now towered over them.

“U-um, heheh…..bye!” Skid squeaked, dropping his controller on the couch, grabbing Pump’s arm and attempted to get off the couch, to make a bolt for it. But was stopped when he felt an arm wrap around him, pulling both him and Pump into the awaiting lap of the Bomb head above. Pump let out a startled yelp upon the sudden and deft swoop. Both looking up with anticipation and nervousness in their eyes and smiles. And a devious one in Whitty’s.

“Heh, where do you 2 think you’re going? Oh no, you 2 aren’t going anywhere..” he curled his fingers to make faux claws, looming them over the 2 who now squirmed with anticipation. Oh, revenge was gonna be sweet! “Hope you two are ready, cuz you guys are gonna be stuck here for a long time.”

And he wasn’t joking. In fact, their squeals and laughter could be heard by pedestrians walking by for quite a while.

End!

Hope you enjoyed it! I am not sure of the quality of the end there. But still, hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for reading!

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thewildwaffle · 5 years ago

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Entry Log Post Crash: Day 1

In all honesty, I am surprised by the number of our unit that survived the crash. Thank the stars, though. It could have been worse, it could have been so much worse. When the ship’s engines took damage yesterday and we started falling from the planet’s orbit, I thought we were all goners.

I suppose our survival is largely thanks to Human Fatima who risked her life and grabbed everyone and yanked as many as she could reach into the nearest closet. Between her and Human James and Biet Kuhir bracing the walls, we made it out with relatively minor injuries. I mean, we were all hurting, our medic is busy as frewan, but we're all alive.

The humans showed us how to construct some "lean-tos" out of parts of the ship to sleep in tonight. It's not much, but it's better than nothing. Apparently survival training in the wilderness is part of human upbringing? Or part of their required disciplines? I’m not sure. Before, I would have said that such requirements would have been a bit excessive, but now? I and every other survivor are very thankful for their preparedness.

Hopefully tomorrow we can figure out the rest of what we need: clean water, safe food sources, etc. I'm just glad we have scanners. They could very well be lifesavers for those tasks.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 3

I said earlier that no one in our unit had sustained too serious of injuries. That's not to say anyone's in great condition, but we're hobbling around as best we can. The humans seem to be recovering remarkably fast. I know, I know, that may sound like their typical MO, but even medic Kippari Sefra seemed a bit taken back by their recovery and improved mobility. All's for the best, I suppose, the rest of the unit seems to barely be in commission. The humans have managed to forage and gather food and have been carrying water from a spring they found not too far from our site. They even gathered wood and started two fires in our camp yesterday. They left Kuhir and I and a few others to tend to them on shifts as they continue to gather supplies or construct better shelters. I don't know where they've found this newfound energy of theirs, but may the stars bless them.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 8

Humans are weird, but I don’t think even they are supposed to be this weird.

Our camp has transformed into a nearly proper little village with all the work the humans have put into it. And it’s just the two of them! They are tireless, I swear! But not in the way they usually are, no. Everyone knows humans have ridiculous levels of endurance. This goes way beyond that. They move as if their blood’s been replaced with trimethylxanthine, or as they fondly call it, caffeine. Our scanners have not found any trace of the poison in the air or in any of the plants we’ve been consuming, so it’s not caffeine. Even if it was, their levels of energy still go beyond that. I’ve seen a human on caffeine plenty of times, they took out a third of an enemy boarding party on their own with nothing but a bent pipe. They’re crazy energetic, but then they always crash and need extra sleep.

Humans Fatima and James just keep going though, at even higher and higher levels of energy. Medic Kippari has been monitoring them, but they seem fine. They keep telling us to stop worrying and that they’ve never felt better.

But that’s not even the weirdest part.

Since the camp has been coming along so well, and since I’ve been able to get some rest and healing, I volunteered to go out with Human Fatima to help gather food. There are a lot of trees nearby and many have fruits that our scanners have confirmed are safe for everyone to eat. We were gathering up as many foods as we could in the baskets we had woven from some sturdy grasses when Fatima spied some fruits. They were ones we had found early on to be safe and they were so good we had eaten as many as we could until they started becoming scarce in our immediate area. These were the first ones we had found in a few days. The problem was, they were at the top of a very tall tree. Humans, turriets, and even a few of the larger skeeps are pretty decent at climbing trees, but this tree had no good holds or branches low enough to reach.

Did that stop Human Fatima? IT SHOULD HAVE?!?!?!

She put down her basket, braced herself and jumped. And I mean jumped. Like, five times her own height!

Now, I can’t say that I’m a human expert by any means, but even I know that’s not normal! What in the shining light is going on around here?!!?!

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 9

Okay, still pretty freaked out from yesterday. No one knows how Fatima can jump like that, the gravity on this planet is normal. I suppose that’s a bit lighter than gravity on their home planet, but not by much. Certainly not enough for a 50 crute jump straight up! After we got back to the camp and informed everyone, especially Medic Kippari, who is getting more and more overwhelmed with trying to figure out all the strange behaviors and changes of our humans. As soon as Human James found out what Fatima did, he tried doing the same. The humans have gotten stuck in the tops of trees three times today alone.

The most confounding thing is that no one else in our unit seems to be experiencing the same changes.

No one’s sure how to feel about this. Whatever’s going on with the humans, they still seem to be in a stable condition. Granted, it’s a weird and unprecedented condition as far as anyone here’s concerned, but it’s stable. Even if it wasn’t, it’s not like we can really do anything about it in our situation.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 13

We were attacked today. Wild creatures native to this planet were passing through and must not have liked that we were in their territory. They showed no signs of advanced intelligence or sentience, just feral hunger and viciousness. We could hear them braying long before we saw them. I’ll be honest, I was very tempted to hide myself in the rough shelters with the wounded - the beasts were terrifying! - but I knew I could never live with myself after such cowardice. I grabbed what weapons I could and waited. When the pack of them came into our little clearing, I started praying my last rites. I was sure this would be it.

The creatures were huge, hairy, and had wicked tusks and sharp claws on the end of each of their six legs. What really got me were the pale eyes though. Looking into them, I thought my soul would liquify into my toes. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just hoping beyond a hope that they would leave us be. They didn’t though, the breeze shifted towards them and they started approaching and snarling with what I’m sure must have been hunger.

Before they could get too far, Fatima and James jumped at them, yelling and screaming. This startled everyone, but the monsters seemed to recover quicker and weren’t happy. I know a lot of crews like having humans around because of their reckless bravery and fierce protective instincts for those they bond with, but in that moment, I cursed them. I thought for sure they would be ripped to shreds in front of our eyes.

Instead, as the beasts leapt, the humans would grab them right out of the air and toss them across the clearing like they were a pack of gooji fruits. Their numbers swarmed the humans, but beyond any scrap of logic or understanding, the humans kept fighting, punching, scratching, throwing, etc.

I’m not sure how long it all went on, I was too numb from shock to correctly account for time, but eventually the pack of creatures retreated, squealing in fear of the strange monsters that kept them from what should have been an easy meal.

We checked them over and couldn’t believe what we saw. They weren’t hurt at all. Those beasts had been all over them, cutting, slashing and biting, but the humans’ skin looked like they’d hardly been touched.

I don’t… I don’t know what’s going on. I… something is wrong, or… hhhhhhrrrrr… this is weird. This is weird and I feel sick with worry. What is going on with our humans?!?!

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 16

Okay. I’m going to be honest with you, entry log and whoever finds this. Things just keep getting weirder and weirder, and I fear I’m just starting to get to a point where I can no longer be shocked. That may just be a defense mechanism, after all, if I continued to freak out over everything that’s been going on with Humans Fatima and James, I think I would mentally break down.

I just… I guess this is just happening. … Anyway.

Developments with the humans since we crashed on the planet’s surface include: rapid healing, increased strength and endurance, nearly impenetrable skin (as far as we dare test), extremely high jumping, night vision, increased speed and agility, super-keen hearing, and apparently the radiation of the sun doesn’t bother their skin in the slightest (this is apparently a problem on their home planet), in fact being in the sun all day, hard at work I might add) they seem to end up all the more radiant and full of energy. *sigh* Well, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started flying or whatever next.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 20

The humans can now fly. Well, not properly fly, fly. More like when they reach the zenith of their jumps, they can hover a bit and control their descent. Do you want to know what my reaction was when I saw that for the first time? I just said, “Sure. This might as well happen.” Because that’s basically where I’m at now. No one knows what the frewan is going on. Hopefully the Glip Unit will have some insight.

Oh yea, I forgot to mention, we got a transmitter to work from the ship’s wreckage. Um, yeah, that probably should have been, like, the first thing I said, but honestly humans are flying now so…

Anyway, we made contact with the Glip Unit, apparently they were able to survive as well. They suffered a few casualties and had more injured than our unit, but considering their unit is larger, the probability of that being the case was high. The section of the ship they were in must have broke off from ours when we fell. They’ve got some humans in their unit, so maybe they have some insight for us. They’re bringing their tech too, so hopefully we can build a transmitter strong enough to send an SOS off-world.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 25

The Glip Unit arrived today. They have four humans in their group. That’s how they were able to pack over what must have basically been half the wreckage from their part of the ship. As well as their injured, supplies, and important resources from near their crash site. Everyone carried as much as they could, but they, or I mean the humans, carried the vast bulk. They crashed over 40 PS units away from us. So obviously their humans are experiencing the same changes ours are.

The ship’s chief science officer was with them though, and they did have a few interesting theories as to what caused these impossible changes. The most widely believed ones have to do with radiation. We’re not sure from what though, or why it’s not affecting anyone else. Human James brought it up that it was from the sun’s radiation. This planet is orbiting a blue giant. I think he was jesting because he also went on to explain about some “super man” who was from a planet with a red giant of a star who came to Earth and the yellow star’s radiation gave him incredible (and I mean that literally that they surely cannot be credible) super powers like super strength, x-ray and heat vision, super speed, and flight. Okay, that last one really made me stop and consider for a second. Well, those last two points actually.

But… no. That story is preposterous and obviously fictional. I’m pretty sure I even heard something about a “comic book.” From what I understand of human culture, I believe that means it’s just a fictional story made for entertainment or propaganda. Even the other humans, although more willing to entertain the idea, surely have taken it as a joke the way they are laughing and going on about it.

There must be some other reason. A logical explanation.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 38

I realize it’s been a while since my last entry. I had to share my “bunk” as it were with some of the newcomers from the other unit and somehow misplaced my comm device in the shuffle. I’ve spent the better part of two days looking for this flargin’ thing. Turns out I had left it by the meal preparation fire spot. How did I find it? I didn’t. Human Rafael of the Glip Unit did. How? Apparently, when he found out I had lost it, he tracked it down through scent.

I’ve read the human handbook. I know that humans don’t have the greatest sense of smell, especially not in comparison to my own. And yet, I couldn’t track down my own comm device, but a human could. I’ve added this to the very long and still-growing list of new and improved abilities the humans have exhibited since arriving.

Well, um, also there’s been a bit of activity in the past twelve days while my comm was missing. Like I said, the Glip Unit moved in. Everything has been very smooth with combining forces and resources. We managed to set up a transmitter that’s been sending out a signal and how to find us this last week. We haven’t had any feedback from it yet, but it’s only been a few days.

We had a few more native creatures visit our camp. None as scary as the first beasts that attacked us, though there was a flock of small flying reptiles that took to dive bombing and biting at us. Once they were scared off, we later found that Humans James, Mae, and Boris had caught a few and were attempting to keep them as pets. We had them release their “tiny dragons” as they called them.

They weren’t happy, but listened and followed. Honestly at this point, I’m just glad the humans are still respecting the established line of authority. This is a wild planet, after all. We’re surrounded by nature’s laws of the strongest doing as they please, and honestly, the humans are without a doubt the strongest here. I don’t think they’ll do anything, stars forbid if they decided to mutiny. I do believe in our bonds though. I have faith in their loyalty and our friendships. Humans, even before all the weirdness this planet has added to them, have always been renowned for their legendary familial ties and pack bonding. I don’t think these new powers can strip them of that.

And honestly, I hope that my faith is accurately placed, because if not, we are in trouble.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 44

I hope that our signal will be found, but no one knows how long that will take for it to heard and then send a response and for them to arrive to save us. It could be tomorrow, it could be… well it could be a long time from tomorrow.

The humans are concerned about food supplies. At first, many of us were confused at why. There’s plenty of fruit in the trees, roots in the ground, and non-poisonous wildlife to hunt. It was pointed out by some in my unit that such supplies could change. Their home planets, as well as the human’s planet experience what are known as seasons. It could be warm and plentiful for a space of time now, but it could rotate through times of cold barrenness that we are not currently prepared for.

We don’t know enough about the orbital path and tilt of this planet to know if such seasons could affect us.

Even though we’re not sure, the humans have been arguing that we should prepare for “winter.” They want to do this by reinforcing our huts for possible cold weather, gathering extra wood and storing it for fires, gathering soft plant fibers or tanning hides from some of the beasts that the humans and biets have killed for food, saying that they could make extra clothes with them to keep warm. For the most part, these actions seem pretty harmless, they are using the resources or byproducts of resources we’re already using. On some, the preparations are a bit time-consuming, but honestly, if it’s keeping the humans busy and occupied in their “spare time,” all the better.

The only real qualms some have with their preparations are the human’s requests to start planting seeds from the fruits and plants we’ve gathered for food. That would make sense in the long-run, but I had to voice my concerns with everyone - I know enough about human cultures to know that if they begin cultivating crops, the rest of humanity might view this planet as a human colony. It wouldn’t matter if the humans had only planted the crops for survival. Or if those humans were crew members of a Galactic Confederation crew. Similar things have happened with planets in the past, and the political disputes are still going on. I just… I don’t want to go there. The humans have argued that if they don’t do something to stock up for winter, we won’t even be around for such future disputes. I argued that we don’t even know if this planet will have a winter.

Acting Lieutenant Greetch decided that we would not allow crops to be planted. The humans weren’t happy, and honestly, I’m a little nervous. Not just because the humans are upset with the decision, but also because, what if they’re right? What if winter comes and we starve?

By the stars, I hope we’re found soon.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 50

We received a response to our SOS signal! It’s from a Galactic Confederation ship. They’re coming for us! We’re getting out of here!

Everyone’s thrilled. We’re preparing a party of sorts - lots of food and games. Might as well use up the resources we’ve gathered, we’ve got plenty and will be gone soon anyway. We’ll even have left-overs to bring aboard the ship when it arrives, barring no one aboard has any allergies to our local fruits.

Entry Log, Post Crash Day 61

We saw the ship hovering in the sky this morning, high up in the atmosphere. By midday, several shuttles had been launched down to ferry us and our supplies aboard.

The Captain of the ship, Captain Benga, and a few officers and medics came down to survey our condition. They were impressed by our camp and even more so with the means of how it was put together. They’re just as baffled with the humans’ current condition as we are, though their medic did agree that some form of radiation did seem a possible cause. Captain Benga has asked that I turn in my entry logs once we get settled on the ESS Chickar.

I thought the humans would be happy to leave. However, I noticed they were the last ones to board the shuttles. They wandered forlornly through the huts that we were leaving behind, claiming that they were going to give the place “one last check to make sure nothing important is left behind.” Human Fatima had to be ordered to her seat after the second “all aboard” call was given.

I have a sneaking suspicion, or rather, maybe more of a foreboding feeling, that humanity is not done with the planet that they now insist on naming Krypton.

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End Entry Log. Recording uploaded Galactic Stardate 208.147.4.2601 Data stored and copied aboard ESS Chickar.

Additional Notes:

Chief Medical Officer Squifra Gharti under Captain Liutan Benga. Concerning the humans found and rescued from the planet Tarsi 6 (Krypton) among Units Glip and Sen of the former ESS Luxena.

The six humans in question were found possessing awe-inspiring capabilities. From the included Entry Log, as well as from our own testing, we have listed their abilities to include prolonged stamina, vastly increased strength, agility, hearing, vision, smell, and speed. Healing speeds have been recorded up to 62 times more rapid than usual with certain injuries, though more serious wounds are unknown and will remain untested for obvious ethical reasons. Muscular structure appears to have remained largely unchanged from control group (humans assigned to ESS Chickar, as well as human anatomical information sources) and yet and capable of feats such as jumps over 67 standard miets, and are able to hover at the peak of their jump for up to a recorded two moortiks. Since the rescue, the limits of their new-found capabilities seem to be waning, albeit slowly. Time and additional study will be needed to know if the effects from the still-unknown source any of these changes on the planet will be permanent, or cause any additional side-effects in the future. Recommendation will include additional study as soon as we arrive at an appropriate facility. In the meantime, we are keeping the humans quarantined from our own crew’s humans in case any residual radiation affects them.

Many of the Luxena humans have shared insights that their changes were pleasant and wish to return to the planet. I would recommend keeping the information of all this within the Galactic Confederation confidentials for now. We do not need rogue humans or Earth agencies traveling to Krypton and then wreaking havoc on the rest of the galaxy.

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #space #aliens #super powers #we just get weirder #can you imagine #krypton for earthlings #planets

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bellaslilpapercut · 4 years ago

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Eclipse reread part 2! This is gonna cover a lot of chapters because I forgot to include stuff from chapters 4, 5, and 6 in part 1 (in my defense your honor, this book is very grating to read). Awayyy we go:

1. so chapters 4-6 really could have been one chapter tbh since the plot is: Bella ditches work at Newton’s Outfitters to hang with Jake and then writes some graduation invites with Angela. She pushes her rusty old behemoth as fast as it can go through driving rain but then hangs outside with Jake the whole time so I don’t really know where the rain went. She also manages to hear Jake gasp through her closed car door! Super sonic! Anyway, Bella insists that Edward is a good guy, Jake makes Bella hold his hand, Jake explains imprinting (yuck we can skip that), and then Edward drives threateningly past Bella while she’s on her way to Angela’s house. Angela reminds Bella that, at his core, Edward is a teen boy who is Totally Jealous of how Ripped and Sexy her 16 year old best friend is. Then Alice kidnaps Bella. Fun times!

2. During the imprinting convo it becomes very apparent that Meyer thinks the worst thing that can happen to a girl is getting broken up with. Somehow Leah got the “worst end” of the Sam/Emily/Leah fiasco despite Sam turning into a “monster” and Emily getting literally mauled in the face. What’s worse is later in the book, during the “Legends” chapter, when Bella wonders if Leah thinks Emily’s scars are a form of “justice.” Yea, Bella, that’s justice.

3. I love this Rosalie quote but hate the entirety of they way meyer writes her story. Others have mentioned it before but Meyer writes Rose's dialogue there as if Rose is an author and not like...a person telling a story. An easy fix would be to format Rosalie's story "flash back" style rather than have her narrate all the way through. Then you can include all the superfluous details of exactly what everyone's voice sounded like and all the excessive dialogue tags you want.

I also Violently Abhor this quote here:

Yea, meyer, the Hot Girl hates your self-insert because her stupid ass brother didn't have the hots for her. It just reads like weird middle school revenge fantasy "I only hated you because you were so Special!!!" Sure, sure. Also "all those females!" People don't talk like that @stephanie

4. I do love the scene when Bella “escapes” from Alice with Jake (I don’t know why i put escape in quotes, Alice could definitely murk Bella) but then that whole adventure ends with Jake telling Bella he’d rather she die than turn into a vampire. And yeah, fair buddy, but also you’ve known Bella for a long time. This should not be a surprise to you at all even a little bit. a) she mentioned it before, b) you knew she would never get over Edward even if your plan in NM had worked, and c) you’ve known that she’s fully obsessed with the Cullen’s since you started hanging out with her again. The last time you guys hung out she went on an impassioned rampage about how lovely and good and fantastic Edward is (footage not found) I really don’t know why you’re surprised that this hard-headed girl is prepared to commit to vampirism for him. She is not normal lmfao.

5. The legends chapter. Oh boy. Stephanie, Meyer, Smeyer. Honestly it might have been less offensive if she had just made up a whole new tribe to give these backstories to, for all that they have in common with real Quileute legends but actually that would still be offensive and terrible anyway. I don’t know how to describe this adequately but if you’ve ever seen G.I. Joe’s portrayal of indigenous people that’s exactly what meyer made Old Quil and Billy’s dialogue sound like. Just absolutely dripping with Mystical Native/ Magical Native trope from the content to the tone. https://mthg.org/ Because it can’t be plugged enough.

6. The legends chapter ends with this Wuthering Heights quote:

I have no qualms with it's inclusion, if you really want to push the Edward is Heathcliff and Bella is Cathy agenda, I don't believe it but fine, whatever. But those last two paragraphs are such a dumb way to end a chapter. Every chapter ending should make the reader want to turn the page: this makes me want to shut the book (actually I did take a long break after this lmfao). Anyway, just end the quote on "drank his blood," bold those three words, and end the chapter there. Don't go back and say "the three words that stood out were... Anyway it could have fallen to any page I believe in coincidence teehee!!" That's just annoying.

7. Okay guys I hate to say it but Edward does get a lil bit of ~character growth after the first few chapters. He comes home after having Bella kidnapped (she decides not to be angry, surprise surprise) and is all "so I've been thinking about it and you're right my Beloved Angel Face or whatever, please hang out with Jacob but also wear a helmet on your motorcycle my Beloved Dumb Idiot or whatever" (paraphrase). And he also says this in chapter 12:

Which is like, man I hate when I agree with Edward but I agree with Edward here. Now I know from MS that he only wants Bella to stay human because he's creating an Unfolding Drama in his head but this bit of dialogue is really sweet. And it's funny that he thought Bella didn't want to marry him because she just wanted to use him for immortality but it's also a Dark Reminder that he's literally only romantic with her because he can't read her mind and can't tell that she's just as obsessed with his looks as the other Teen Girls TM.

8. uuuh Jasper’s Backstory Time. This is so infuriating to read for so many reasons. So we know that smeyer got Jasper’s name from a confederate memorial/ listing (from a New Moon Q&A but the link isn’t secure so I can’t share) so I know that his backstory was always meant to be Confederate Soldier which makes everything else about his characterization just baffling. Again, he was the only Cullen that was genuinely kind to Bella besides Carlisle for the entire first book and he’s still incredibly kind during Eclipse (which is another issue I have though because no one mentions again that Jasper tried to eat Bella and they stand close to each other and hang out and Bella’s never like “this is scary, this dude tried to kill me” but i digress). The point is: smeyer knew he was going to be a confederate from book 1. She never addresses that this was bad, she never has Jasper mention that he regrets his role in the war, he is the only Cullen that’s actually capable of empathizing with humans anymore (Carlisle cares but I would not categorize him as empathetic), it just... None of these pieces fit together. This is a fraught and bloody history that smeyer throws in with no thought to how it might alienate black readers (though tbh she constantly emphasizes “white beauty” throughout the series so I doubt she cares) and the editors don’t question it either. No one, at any point in time, said “Hey, steph, you know confederates fought for slavery, right?” Every black american deserves reparations. White women and men who glorify the civil war should be the first to pay up.

9. I’m gonna jump back to chapters 9 & 10 here (target & scent, respectively) to say: no tension is being effectively built. I get it, someone stole your clothes. You’re annoyed because you have nothing to wear and Victoria is scary. But where is she? Where is the volturi? Move it along, please! This is one of the challenges of 1st person narrative because the author is stuck in the eyes of, usually, the person who knows the least. Meyer is not a talented enough author to make this interesting. Not to bring up THG again but Suzanne Collins really knew how to work 1st person. Everything that Katniss asserts with certainty throughout the series gets either confirmed or denied by the narrative, keeping it interesting. She assumes the worst of the people around her so we’re pleasantly surprised when people violate those assumptions. We’re kept on edge by how little Katniss knows and SC never gifts Katniss with more knowledge than she could be expected to have. Bella is constantly gifted with knowledge and her assumptions are rarely proven wrong. You can dig into the canon a little bit more, read the lexicon and the guide, and find all the examples of Bella being unreliable or making wrong assumptions. But within the narrative she is rarely incorrect. She doesn’t get opportunities to grow out of her false assumptions (while Edward does, at least in Eclipse). So to keep the Victoria debacle interesting, smeyer has to plant seeds like- during these two chapters- Bella thinking of Laurent and Victoria while the cullens discuss who could have been in Bella’s room. That just doesn’t cut it for me.

This is hella long and I’m only halfway through the book. I probably should split the second half into two parts as well but based on how talented smeyer is at stretching out the mundane, especially just before the climax, I probably wont need to.

#eclipse reread #saga reread #the twilight saga #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #long post

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heeeeeyadora · 4 years ago

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Finally, A First Date

Finally, A First Date:

“Excuse me sir, have you seen Bow?” Catra held in her laughter while she spoke in a snooty accent. “He’s about your height but mmm--” She gestured to her midriff area. Bow playfully punched Catra in the shoulder and laughed. Catra fell onto the bed cackling and kicking her legs. She was cracking herself up.

“Listen, Glimmer wants to go to a ‘fancy restaurant’ for our first official date so I figured I’d clean up a little. She’s a queen!” Bow looked at himself up and down in the mirror. “Who am I kidding?” Bow briskly ripped his shirt perfectly exposing his abs. “This does it for Glimmer.” He admired himself in the mirror, then turned to Catra. “Is that what you’re wearing on your first official ‘we-don’t-have-to-worry-about-the-universe-being-destroyed’ date with Adora?”

“What’s wrong with this?” Catra squeaked defensively.

“Nothing, nothing! It works, you wear it daily. It’s just a little Horde-y and I know you all are trying to move on. Plus, I bet you clean up well.” Bow joined Catra on the bed, licked his thumb and wiped a patch of dirt from her cheek, giggling. Catra slapped bows hand away, licked her finger and screamed, “WET WILLY!”

“No, no, no you’re so gross.” They ran around the room laughing, arguing and wrestling.

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“Did you hear that?” Glimmer listened carefully. She could only make out some laughter and thuds. “I guess that’s how Catra and Bow are getting ready. It’s so sweet that Bow suggested we all go on our first official “we-don’t-have-to-worry-about-the-universe-being-destroyed’ dates. What do you think of this dress? We’re going to Luna, it’s kinda fancy.”

“It’sfine.” Adora answered quickly.

“You’re lying.” Glimmer rolled her eyes.

“It’s sooooo long Glimmer and you know….THICK THIGHS SAVE LIVES!” They both laughed as Glimmer danced and lifted her dress to make it shorter.

“Trrrruuuuuuuue! Let’s see what else I have. “So--,” Glimmer hesitated. “You’re going to wear that?”

“Yea! It’s my She-Ra outfit but Adora size. I got it made last week. Catra *loves* this outfit. I feel powerful and look at these guns!” Adora flexed in various poses for Glimmer.

“Fine, Adora, what are you two going to do anyways?”

“Uh--.” Adora scratched her head. Glimmer began to spiral.

“Adora, we were supposed to choose the location and Bow and Catra would figure everything else out.” Glimmer began to feel anxious. She worried Catra would be upset. It was a lot being in the Adora/Catra tension tornado. That’s what her and Bow called it. “Ok, maybe you can get a reservation with us or visit another Kingdom and sightsee or visit Perfuma for a past life regression session or -- ”

“Roller derby! Frosta’s team, the Razor Bladez, are playing tonight. Perfect! A bunch of bad asses skating around and knocking each other down. Maybe I could even get in there!” Adora began flexing and grunting again. Glimmer shook her head, laughed and joined her.

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“You hear that?” Bow put his ear to the walls.

“Adora’s flexing and showing off her muscles. Watch. 1...2...3…” Catra mouthed the words as Adora’s words were heard through the walls.

“WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS? THIS IS MY HOUSE!!! AHHHHH! FOR THE HONOR OF ADORA!!!!” Catra and Bow looked at each other and began laughing so hard tears streamed down their face. Catra slapped her leg and Bow stood up and swayed around the room as he laughed looking for something to hold on to.

“Stop...stop...stop laughing and I’ll stoooop.” Catra was rolling on the floor. “No, but it's so cute to see in person.” Catra stood up and mimicked Adora “For the honor of ADO…” She couldn’t finish as Bow held his stomach and waved at her to stop. Finally, they took a collective breath. They continued to wipe the tears from their eyes as they composed themselves and avoided making eye contact so they wouldn’t start up again.

Catra finally looked at Bow. He was staring at her with huge sparkling eyes. “What?” Catra shrugged.

“I think we’re...BEST FRIENDS!” Catra initially cringed at those words. She had never had a platonic best friend before. She had always loved Adora and wanted more. Bow was different. She liked being around him. They laughed a lot and got each other. She realized they were becoming best friends.

“Yea, I guess.” Bow rushed Catra and squeezed her. Catra grimaced but hugged him back. She felt safe.

There was a loud knock at the door. Now Bow and Catra were holding each other out of fear. “Y-y-y-yes," they both said.

“Were you two laughing at me!?!?!” It was Adora! She heard them through the walls. Catra and Bow looked at each other and broke into uncontrollable fits of laughter. They attempted to suppress it, but this just made it worse. They both shushed each other. “Open the door right now!” Adora demanded.

“In a minute. Finishing touches.” Catra managed to squeeze out as her and Bow silently fought over who would answer the door.

After a few minutes, they were able to pull it together. Catra looked in the mirror. Her and Bow were practically matching. He had convinced her to let her ‘abs breathe.’ They wore black slacks with a white dress shirt wrapped around their shoulders and chest. Bow’s had a heart on it but Catra’s didn’t. They straightened out each other’s bow ties. ‘Best friends,’ Catra thought. She moved to the door and opened it. There she was. Adora.

#adora #catra #catradora #catra x adora #glimmer #bow #glimmbow #she-ra and the princesses of power #fluff #She-Ra #She-ra fandom #she-ra fanfic #fanfiction #but like bow and catra would be best friends

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tickleraptorss · 5 years ago

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i spent 15 minutes trying to think of a title for this fic and came up with nothing so it’s just called “untitled xbc au fic” fuck you

not a super long fic but considering i havent posted any writing in forever i guess this’ll do

this fic takes place in an au where the telethia and mechon don’t hurt people, but instead feed off of laughter. yea we all know where this is going. i dont actually like this fic all that much but ive been working on it for too long so. idk fucking take it.

word count: 1318

Shulk wandered through the brush of Makna forest. He’d dropped something earlier and was currently retracing his steps in order to find it, although quite unsuccessfully. He made a vow to himself to be more wary of his things, because nothing made him more nervous than walking through the forest by himself.

As he pushed bushes aside, he found a small clearing in the middle of the forest. He remembered that they had stopped here to rest for a bit, and thought maybe he had dropped it around here. He cautiously stepped into the clearing, trying not to make any sudden noises that could alert nearby creatures. Shulk tip-toed across the clearing, spotting the ether crystal he’d dropped. He slowly made his way towards it, until suddenly a branch snapped beneath his feet.

“Damn it!” He hissed quietly as he heard rustling in the bushes. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of a Phoenix Telethia, a rather small one, about a quarter of his height taller. He saw the Telethia’s wings flare up in excitement, and he started to feel very, very nervous.

“Oh, how cute!” The Telethia squeaked. “A little Homs! What are you doing out here all alone?”

“Uh… I-”

“Dropped something? That ether crystal over there, right?”

Shulk gulped, frozen in place as the Telethia picked up the ether crystal in its claws. Shulk nodded when the Telethia pointed at the small crystal, and was surprised when the creature handed it to him.

“Th-thanks…” Shulk stuttered, starting to back away from the Telethia.

“What are you so nervous about? I’m not going to hurt you!” The creature said. “I know we look scary, but we’re really gentle, I promise!”

“I-It’s not that!” Shulk shook his head. He turned to run, but was pulled back by the Telethia grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting him up. “Put me down!”

“Nope! You’re so tense, I can sense you’ve been carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders! You’ve gotta get rid of all that stress, because it’s not good for you to be so nervous all the time,” the Telethia lay Shulk in its lower set of arms.

“Please! Don’t!” Shulk pleaded, already knowing what the Telethia was planning.

“Don’t what?” The Telethia asked innocently. “Don’t… tickle you?” It laughed when Shulk nodded. “Why not? Don’t you looove being tickled?~”

Shulk’s face flushed a bright red as he squirmed. The telethia chuckled at him as it cradled him in its arms, while raising its other arms and wiggling its fingers in the air. Shulk squeaked, trying to curl in on himself.

“Aww, what’s wrong? I’m not even touching you!” The telethia teased, before it started scritching at Shulk’s belly with a single claw. Shulk let out a choked gasp and broke into snickers, swatting at the Telethia’s finger.

“Stahahap it! Noho!” Shulk giggled as the Telethia tickled him. The creature lifted his sweater up to expose his belly, tracing its claw along Shulk’s waist and lower tummy. “Nohohot there!!” “Not where, here?” The Telethia asked sweetly, continuing to trace tickly shapes against Shulk’s soft skin. “Too ticklish?” Shulk shook his head. “No? I guess you can handle it then!” The Telethia wiggled its fingers over Shulk’s lower belly, then started tracing its other hand up and down his side. Shulk’s giggles increased in volume significantly as he kicked uselessly against the Telethia’s hold. It didn’t help that the Telethia was covered in feathers, so every time he squirmed, he’d feel the soft fluff of the feathers brush against his back and sides.

“What a cutie! You’re so ticklish! I don’t think I’ve ever met a Homs as ticklish as you,” the Telethia teased. “Kitchy kitchy koo!~”

“Dohohon’t tease!!” Shulk’s laughter pitched as he unintentionally tickled himself by squirming against the Telethia. He tried his best to stay still as to reduce the tickly feelings, but found he couldn’t.

“Aww, are my feathers tickling you?” Shulk’s efforts against squirming certainly didn’t go undetected by the Telethia. It reached behind its back and plucked a loose feather from its wing, waving it in front of Shulk and smirking. “Something tells me you’re pretty feather-ticklish… perhaps I should test it!”

“No!” Shulk pleaded, trying to crawl away from the Telethia, only to be put right back into its arms. “Plehease! Don’t!”

“Begging already? I haven’t even started!” The Telethia chuckled as the feather made contact with Shulk’s right side, prompting him to squeal. “Wow, you homs really are feather-ticklish, aren’t you?”

The telethia stroked the feather up and down Shulk’s side, making him arch away from the soft touch. He tried curling in on himself, but the Telethia only held his arms above his head every time he tried, leaving him with no defenses. Shulk panicked when he felt the Telethia starting to remove his shoes, trying to kick its talons away from him with no success.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” The Telethia asked, laughing when Shulk shook his head. “I hope you’re not lying to me! You know what I do to liars?”

“Wh-what…?” Shulk nervously responded as the Telethia grabbed his ankle.

“I tickle them to death!!~” With that, the Telethia’s claws descended upon Shulk’s foot, scribbling and scratching at his sole. Shulk squealed loudly before trying to kick his trapped foot free, but to no avail. His laughter became high-pitched as he wiggled around in the Telethia’s arms. When the creature’s claws reached his toes, he all but shrieked.

“Ohoho… this seems like a real good spot!” The Telethia giggled to itself, taking the feather and sawing it between Shulk’s toes. When his laughter increased in volume, the Telethia gasped in awe. “Aww! Someone’s got ticklish toesies!!~”

“I D-DOHOHON’T!!” Shulk protested, trying to curl his toes in order to protect himself. It only succeeded in trapping the feather there, which certainly wasn’t helping. At this point his laughter was starting to becoming squeaky, which is exactly what he dreaded, knowing for sure the Telethia would tease him about it.

“Listen to those squeaks! Looks like someone’s a bit flustered!” The Telethia commented, tracing the feather up Shulk’s calves to the backs of his knees. His laughter died down a bit, but he was still kicking his legs in order to avoid the tickly sensation. The Telethia continued to coo at him, seemingly amazed at how ticklish Shulk was. Eventually, the Telethia stopped, leaving Shulk as a giggling, blushing mess in its arms.

“Seems like you enjoyed yourself,” the Telethia looked at its victim. “Actually, I think we should go on for just a little bit longer…”

Still flustered beyond belief, Shulk barely had time to process the Telethia’s words before claws were skittering over his ribs. The visionary shrieked in response, his squirming became more aggressive, and his laughter echoed throughout the forest. He tried desperately to block out the Telethia’s claws, but it was useless.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!~” The Telethia cooed. Shulk squeaked at the creature’s words. “You’re too ticklish for your own good! Better watch out, or else others might start taking advantage of it… not that you’d mind, riiight?~”

“ST-STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEASE!” Shulk pleaded, arching his back when the Telethia’s claws made their way to the sides of his ribs. “THAT’S ENOHOHOUGH!!”

“Alright, I’ll stop now,” the Telethia lifted its hands, and Shulk let out a sigh of relief. He panted as giggles uncontrollably poured out of his mouth. When Shulk finally regained his composure, the Telethia released him from its arms.

“How was that?” The Telethia asked. Shulk didn’t respond. “Aww, c’mon! Don’t be all grouchy with me! Was it at least fun?”

Shulk paused, before reluctantly nodding. The Telethia leaned forward and gave Shulk a quick pat on the head, before it took off, probably to look for another victim.

As he watched it fly away, Shulk couldn’t help but think maybe the Telethia aren’t that bad.

#dumbass sword game #raptor writes #sword game au #tickling #tickle fic

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jflashandclash · 5 years ago

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Tales From Mount Othrys

Surprised Parenthood (Is this How Gods Feel?)

Timeline: During the events of PJO 2: Sea of Monsters.

When Flynn saw the sheepish, goofy grin on Jack’s face, the one he got when he held doors open for her or carried around her battle equipment, she knew whatever came out of his mouth was going to be annoying.

Monsters and demigods alike where rejoicing over the double win. They roamed the Princess Andromeda’s halls, chatting, pushing each other around, and generally having real camaraderie for the first time. After several discouraging defeats on the Greek side—Flynn refused to use Luke’s phrase of “calculated setbacks”—her troop’s victory in their surprise attack against the Romans came as a morale booster.

The set up had been too easy: a dozen Romans on their day off inside a laser tag facility that the Romans didn’t know Flynn had taken over. Luke wanted her to convert the praetor. He figured having someone so high ranking would be useful.

Luke underestimated one thing: Romans were much more loyal to their legion than the Greeks were to Camp Half-Blood.

Had one Roman not turned traitor, Flynn was sure the scene would have been a massacre instead of a capture. Most of the Romans got away, but they had gained two valuable pieces: a Roman that the Romans didn’t know had turned spy and a praetor.

And then Jack’s spectacle of turning Julian’s death into a tournament sent the monsters and demigods into a party mood.

She had wanted to congratulate Jack as soon as the event was over. He’d been so sweet and corny about getting her flowers, a card, and making her a poem to celebrate her victory. Even if she thought it was dumb, Flynn wanted to get better about supporting his endeavors too.

Jack had also been quieter the last few times she’d seen him. He got spacey sometimes when his medicine first kicked in, but this seemed different. With anyone else, she’d force them to tell her through charm speak. That was something she swore never to use on him.

All they needed was some alone time. There had been a lot going on with that child of Poseidon and child of Athena sneaking onto the boat with a Cyclops.

First, she needed to find Luke to debrief him on the mission, to see if Lucille really did want to leave the fighting unit after proving herself so capable, to destroy Dr. Thorn for almost impaling Jack during Praetor Julian and Axel the Lion’s fight, and to find the new Roman recruit, Mercedes?, to interrogate her.

Hours later, she found out that Jack had taken a centaur to go offshore. Flynn dug her nails into her palm. Jack wasn’t allowed off shore on his own. If he got the wrong Disney song stuck in his head, he might accidentally play musical chairs with cancer or kill a whole restaurant.

When she asked one of the children of Hephaestus if he’d seen Jack, the blond Viking giggled, “Told you we should have put a tracking chip in his bracelet.”

After thirty minutes of panicked searching with Luke, a centaur ride, and some broken faces later, she and Luke found Jack with that dumb grin.

His red hair acted as a messy flag amidst a line of Cyclopes, snake women, nymphs, and other nature spirits inside the bright interior of Monster Donut.

A giant began to protest when she approached Jack, seething about demigods cutting the line. One look at her companion—Luke—and the complaint silenced.

“Jack,” Flynn and Luke snapped at the same time.

That’s when she realized Jack wasn’t alone. There was a child holding his hand and another demigod by his side.

Jack turned, saw them, and gave them an excited wave with the hand holding the child’s. The small thing had to go on its tiptoes to accommodate Jack’s height.

“Oh! Oh! And that’s Flynn! That’s your new mother!” Jack said so quickly the average person might not have caught his words.

Flynn stopped in her approach.

She must have misheard him.

“No,” Luke muttered.

“Isn’t she beautiful! Here! You’ll have to meet her—she’s the coolest, and I mean the coolest and most beautiful person in the world! Flynn!”

Jack went to pick the child up from under the arms. Jack seemed not to realize how heavy the kid was and almost tumbled over. By balancing against a bolted in table, he managed to lift the child, Lion King-style. “Oh, aren’t you a tiny ball of muscle,” Jack choked out.

With Jack’s gracelessness, Flynn thanked the fates again that Luke agreed Jack shouldn’t go onto the battlefield anytime soon.

The child went limp, glancing between Flynn and Luke with wide eyes. Flynn didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl. It had one, bright hazel eye and one dark. Its black hair twisted and curled out wildly, a little too short to be a proper female bob, and a little too long to be a messy boy cut. Its skin was pale, with a warm tint that made her think of Central America. It wore a dirty button-down shirt that might have once been red, but looked more like a muddied brown. Based off its height and the soft roundness of its features, Flynn guessed it couldn’t be more than nine or ten years old, too young to have developed any demigod powers.

She had to give the kid credit: when she leaned down to examine it, the child didn’t flinch away from her face. Most adults couldn’t handle looking at Flynn’s mutilated face. She liked it that way.

Instead, this tiny one broke into a massive, dimpled grin. “You have beautiful eyes,” it said.

Jack made a gasping noise. He peeked from around the child’s head to see her reaction.

Flynn flinched backwards, wondering if Jack had set the child up to that. Only Jack was supposed to talk like that to her.

“Jack, what is that?” she asked, gesturing towards the child.

“Our new son,” Jack said, his arms starting to shake. He looked so proud.

The boy beside them stared skeptically, like he was waiting for Jack’s arms to break off.

“Dude, we talked about this. You need to tell someone before you leave the ship,” Luke said, brushing off the comment that left Flynn temporarily speechless.

Jack’s arms finally gave out, and he set the child down. “I told Clops.”

“The Cyclops?” Luke said, “You know that doesn’t count. And where did you get—wait—are you the one who won the fight against the praetor?”

The boy to the side of Jack pulled his shoulders back. His black hair was coarser than the other’s and dangled past his shoulders. There were braids twisted into random locations and a segment behind one ear was shaved. His skin was a rich caramel and his dark eyes darted up to Luke’s with such defiance, she thought he might have been looking for another fight.

He wore a shirt too big for him, one that must have been an extra band shirt of Jack’s. The praetor’s medals sparkled against the blue material. One of his hands rubbed the lower right medal like it might disappear if he didn’t touch it. Flynn considered warning him that the oils in his fingers were going to rust them.

Flynn wasn’t sure what country he was from, though guessed somewhere in South America. Other than a pair of ears he hadn’t quite gown into, he might look conventionally attractive if he cleaned up.

“Yea,” he said, “What’s it to you?”

Jack paled. “Oh, uh, Axel, this is Luke. He’s the leader of the army. We’re nice to Luke.”

Axel tilted his head skeptically. “So, you’re like the cult priest or something?”

Luke’s charming smile twitched. He glanced to the beaming redhead. “Jack… what did you tell our new recruits about us?”

Jack tilted his head to the side, holding out a hand to list things on his fingers. “That there is absolutely no running by the pools, Tuesdays are Terrific Taco Nights, which I figured they might like since I think they’re both Hispanic—are you Hispanic? I guess I should have asked—”

Flynn held out a hand for Jack to stop. He trailed off, noticing her frown. The delight in his eyes dimmed to anxiety.

“What did you call them earlier?” she asked, her tone careful.

Jack swallowed. “Our sons.”

The look she gave him must have been intense. The smaller child took half a step behind the bigger one.

“Oh man…” Luke sighed.

“Flynn? Jack? Luke?”

Flynn glanced further down the line. The space between them and the order counter had cleared of customers.

A frail blonde girl was beckoning them to the counter. Her icy blue eyes shot nervously to Luke and then back to Flynn. “To what do I owe the honor on my first shift?” She gave a curtsey that looked far too delicate in her yellow and pink apron.

“Lucille!” Jack said. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and shuffled the two boys forward. “We wanted to come see how you were liking the new job!”

Although Flynn could tell he was trying to hide it, his voice shook. She reached forward to touch his shoulder and found that her hands were shaking too. What was wrong with her?

She lowered her hand without touching Jack’s shoulder. When she felt Luke’s eyes on her, she scowled at him.

Luke put his hands up in a defensive gesture and mouthed, “Don’t look at me.”

He was right: there was no way Luke could have known about this “son” business. He’d been with Flynn the whole time.

Lucille’s cheeks went rosy with her smile. “We just opened, but we’ve already helped so many monsters. I—” She froze, her eyes trailing back to Flynn. Choosing her words carefully, she said, “It’s a nice change of pace.”

Axel perked up, looking the girl over. “What is this place?” he asked.

The frail girl clapped her hands. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new? I’m Lucille.”

“Axel,” he said and stood up a little taller.

Flynn wondered if Axel was about to become one of the many boys, Luke included, that were baffled with Lucille’s sweet, biting disinterest. The two looked about the same age.

“We help monsters here—hold on—Vicky, can you take over?”

Lucille stepped to the side, letting another associate take over the main line before any monsters began to grumble.

She fluffed out her apron. “Like their half-mortal children, gods often abandon their monster children. Mortal children usually have at least one parent that can help take care of them. Monsters often don’t. They’re abandoned to starve in the wild.” Lucille frowned, rubbing her wrist.

Luke snorted. “Yea, leave it to the gods to be the role models for ‘worst parents ever.’”

Axel and the other child exchanged a glance.

“That’s awful,” the tiny one said.

She nodded. “Yes. That’s why we run the Monster Donut shops. They’re charity-based with no strings attached. Monsters don’t need to join Kronos’ army. We just want them to have a safe spot to get a free bite to eat and socialize with each other and friendly demigods.”

Jack nodded. Although his voice kept light, he kept trembling and wouldn’t make eye contact with Flynn. “We wanted an environment where they could see that not all demigods would try to kill them on sight. It’s kinda hard to undo centuries of the ‘who can kill whom first’ thing.”

Axel touched his mouth with his fingertips. “That’s a really cool idea,” he begrudgingly admitted. “Who funds it?”

Luke grinned. “That’s the beauty of these babes. The establishments pop up any time a super powerful monster—in this case a hydra—lends some of its life force to support its brethren. Flynn helped start this one.”

All eyes turned to her, except Jack’s. Everyone else made it sound so complicated. It hadn’t been. She was irritated to realize they were waiting for her to fill in an explanation. “Children of Aphrodite have an easier time talking to monsters that can’t speak as well,” Flynn said, “We just had to make sure the hydra was alright with losing a head to release the energy and start this facility.”

Lucille nodded. “All the materials show up on their own. We just need to bake the donuts and man the register. Now, sweetie, what would you like?”

She winked at the tiny child.

Its face lit up as it hopped up and down. “Strawberry-frosted donut with a jelly donut with a—

“You only get two,” Axel snapped and bopped the little one on the back of the head.

“Ayeeeee!” it whined and grabbed the black locks.

Jack crossed his arms. “Hey! Don’t hit your brother!”

The smaller one stuck out his tongue at the larger one. Axel scowled. They must have actually been brothers based off that interaction, even if they didn’t look related.

“But, you really can only have two. They can’t run out for the hungry monsters, else they might eat you,” as Jack said the last part, he bopped the tiny one’s button nose. He turned to Axel. “And you?”

Axel jammed his hands into his pockets, trying to look disinterested. “Chocolate glazed.”

Jack ruffled his hair.

Axel swatted his hand away. His face went bright red.

Lucille giggled. “How about you, Jak-Jak?”

“A chocolate glazed and… Ajax, what was the other one you wanted?” Jack asked.

The tiny one hopped again. “Bavarian cream.”

Luke and Flynn gave their orders as well. Then, Lucille filled a yellow and pink Monster Donut box for them. Before Flynn could grab Jack’s shoulder and see what he was up to, Lucille called Flynn back to the counter.

Lucille told the other associate she was taking a quick break, hung her apron, and led Flynn to the girl’s restroom. Flynn wondered if this was some kind of trap. The only person she trusted here was Jack, and he could easily be manipulated into doing the wrong thing. Could Lucille use her charm speak on Flynn? The half-sisters had an unspoken agreement not to try it on each other. If Lucille was about to pull something, Flynn would need to come up with a way to disable her, other than charm speak.

When they got into the stalls, they checked each, one huge, one medium, and one small for the various sizes of monster and demigod customers, to see if they were alone.

“You sure about your decision to work here?” Flynn asked, deciding Lucille wasn’t up to anything malicious. “You didn’t even celebrate the victory over the Romans.”

Lucille had been vital in capturing Julian. On her own, Flynn sometimes struggled to get strong-willed people to harm themselves. Although Lucille’s charm speak wasn’t as powerful, without it, Julian might have been able to fight back.

The frail girl bit her lip, nodding. “Yes—I—change of pace.”

Flynn scowled.

Lucille touched her wrist. “I was nervous that you and Luke were here to say I had to come back.”

Flynn wanted to. Until they got Krios out of Tartarus or Atlas out from under the world, Flynn was stuck leading the Assault and Battery unit. While she liked the unrestrained violence, she hated having others look up to her for encouragement or direction.

Lucille had come here to help people. Flynn had come here to kill people. It made the monsters respect Flynn more and the demigods trust Lucille. Between Lucille and Luke, Flynn would never need to take a leadership role. Now…

If Luke wasn’t such a coward about battle, maybe he could lead the damn group on his own.

“We were just looking for Jack,” Flynn said.

Lucille gave her a fragile smile. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you remember when we were playing MASH while getting ready for the mission?”

Flynn considered making Lucille slap herself. Eileithyia, the Goddess of Childbirth, didn’t understand why the girls had wanted to play a game that would predict the future of where someone would live, who they would marry, what their occupation would be, and how many children they would have. Why not just ask an oracle?

No matter how many times Lou Ellen, a daughter of Hecate, told Eileithyia that not knowing was part of the point, the goddess got confused.

Lucille put her hands up in a surrender motion. “I swear it’s relevant. I wouldn’t have brought it up otherwise. I respect the oath we took to never speak of it again unless it was important.”

Both of them glanced around, like Orkus, the God of Oaths, might be lurking in a stall. MASH with demigods was serious business.

“Jack heard our conversation. He and Matthias had come by to drop off some extra supplies and he brought a gift for you,” Lucille said, like it was a big deal.

Flynn wished she could charm speak Lucille to the point. “And? I didn’t say anything that he doesn’t already know.”

Flynn thought the game was stupid and opted out of playing. Then, Lou Ellen, someone who didn’t fear Flynn nearly enough, decided she’d fill Flynn’s MASH out for her. There were no options under marriage. The girls cooed that Flynn had to be with Jack, despite several of them knowing Flynn had whomever she wanted whenever she wanted them.

Jack was just her boyfriend. Though, they all seemed to sense the thing that separated him from the other guys: he was the only one that mattered to Flynn.

She’d gotten “apartment” on housing, “20” on children, and “chainsaw murderer” under occupation. Then Eileithyia had killed the joy for all the other giggling idiots when—

“It’s not what you said,” Lucille explained gently.

--Eileithyia said Flynn couldn’t have twenty children because she was infertile. She was too damaged.

And Lou Ellen pointed out this is exactly why they didn’t play these kinds of games around gods.

At the time, all Flynn cared about was that everyone had stopped the stupid game and gotten ready for the mission.

Now, Flynn closed her eyes and exhaled, trying to conjure the audio of one of Nǎinai‘s favorite Huangmei operas to calm herself down. Of course Jack had heard that. Of course he was the one eighteen-year-old that would be thinking about children when we’re at war.

“Don’t get mad at Jack,” Lucille begged. “He just gets—”

“Confused,” Flynn ended, hating that word. Even though she’d gone back to visit her grandmother with Jack that weekend, she couldn’t conjure the music. “Damn it, Jack,” she hissed, her fingers curling into a fist. Now, she had to figure out what to do and possibly how to get rid of her two new “sons.”

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Surprise Adoption: consider this for your loved ones this holiday season.

XD Thank you for reading;I hope you guys enjoyed! I’ve had a lot of fun figuring out Flynn’s pov. Stay tuned next week to see how she takes to her new babies!

#Tales from Mount Othrys #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #PJO #HOO #fanfiction #TFMO #luke castellan #Jack #Flynn #Ajax #Axel #Lucille

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catch22inareddress · 6 years ago

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Love is a Verb

So this was a request from anonymous for an epic blow job for Captain America. I ended up adding a bit of a song fic with it from Incubus so feel free to listen to the link.

I hope you enjoy this--IT IS VERY SMUTTY. GUARD YOUR DELICATE EYES.

**I haven’t added GIFS ...yet. I know, I’m sorry. I will do it later, please forgive me.

Words 4633 - sweet Odin

Actions were what made up Captain America's day and were what his entire life consisted of. How he acted on the information that was given to him was a constant thought they plagued the man's dreams and made him ever weary. His broad shoulder was burdened by the actions of the world and his reaction to them. How he had to fight the never-ending fight that had him stuck on the same Ferris wheel of the hopelessness as of late.

After several tumultuous months, Tony had brought in a highly sought after therapist just for the team who had been working with the soldiers and spies. For the past six months whenever they needed an unbiased ear to listen to their troubled thoughts or to just vent about who stole the remote last. To everyone's quiet wonderment there was an unspoken relief in having you at the tower. You had easily become everyone's friend, and while your door was always open, you often took to speaking with everyone in their own comfort zone.

Nat like to talk while in hand to hand combat so this worked out as you also learned some very sought after Black Widow combat techniques and were getting well toned. You were readily available for a sneak attack should Sam decide to fight you for the last slice of cheesecake.

While some would expect Clint to enjoy archery that was not the case. You could get him to talk while climbing through the lengthy crowded shafts above everyone's head. Once you had a very chill conversation about greatest fears while watching Tony view kitten youtube videos for 45 minutes, unbeknownst to his overhead spies.

Sam liked to go hang gliding, and while you hated heights, you knew it calmed him. He let his defense mechanism of comedy go and just talked about his best friend and Afganistan, just letting go high in the air.

Bucky likes to go for motorcycle rides and long walks through Brooklyn. While he was hard at first, he was easy once you got through. Now you couldn't get him to shut up, especially now that he was dating and the charm was shining through. James Buchanan Barnes was your biggest fan and would sing your praises to every corner of the tower.

Tony loved the lab and showing off. You enjoyed tinkering with him, and he would loosen up and tell you his fear of Pepper and fatherhood while building a fireproof crib to your laughter. He was happy to have you join the team for the sheer fact that he had to replace less broken tech from the team's tantrums and squabbles.

Bruce was the quiet one but he loved to just read to you in the lab, and while reading philosophy or the latest of science weekly, he would talk about Nat and how he didn't know how to open up to her. His greatest fear was intimacy and not the big green guy. He was terrified of Nat, sweet man.

Wanda loved to watch the stars and talk about life and Pietro. She would talk about anything and everything once she trusted you. She and Bucky were your closest friends, to be honest, and while they were the two hardest to get to trust you, they were the most rewarding. You treasured them like extraordinary jewels.

Now Steve was a whole separate obstacle for you. You found that he enjoyed hikes, motorcycle rides and walks with you. Getting him to unwind and talk with you was the most significant hindrance and still is ever present. You have found him to be the tensest person and you knew that he need only to allow someone to help share said burden with. As of lately, you had discovered that you wanted to help alleviate some of that for him.

So now has come the conundrum of the doctor-patient bullshit and the fact that you would break his trust entirely if you hit on him. What would make it even more humiliating and awkward for him is how he would feel if he didn't see you that way and you were still his doctor. You could go round and round on this merry-go-round and never stop.

So as you sit with Tony and the team in the briefing room as he discusses the final plans for the evening party, you were immersed in thoughts of Steve. Figuring out how to push down your emotions of the Captain in question and how to help him let go. You knew that the best way was to get him to date like Bucky, find a girl that could get him to relax. Jealousy is a bitch though, no matter how good of a therapist you were. You needed someone to talk to, now you just had to figure out who.

It came down to Bucky or Wanda. Wanda had zero experience and wasn't really close to Steve, so you voted on Bucky. Till the end of the line, you knew that he wouldn't steer you wrong and risk causing either of you harm.

"Great! Well now that most of you have done nothing to listen to a damn word that I have said, you are dismissed. Just make sure that you are dressed to impressed and there on time. No excuses. For the love of God, don't mope Rogers! You're making my stomach curdle." He pointed at a very glum Steve and you heart clenched knowing that his mind was probably on the next mission rather than hanging out with all of you and drinking.

You HAD to get through to him.

As you all filed out, you ran up to Bucky and linked arms. His brows shot up, and he smirked down at you. "Somethin' I can help you with, dollface?" You nodded and looked around. "Actually, yea. Can we talk in private?" He nodded and led you to the elevator pressing his floor number.

What you didn't see was the frown on Steve's face, and his hands ball up in frustration as he witnessed the exchange. "Told ya' you should've acted faster, Capcicle. Old Brick-House-Barnes must've already dropped the charms on the good ol' doctor."

Steve huffed at Tony's offensive remark. "Shut the hell up, Tony." He stormed off down the hallway with Tony smirking against the wall. "If anyone needs me. I'll be in the gym!" Tony mutter profanities under his breath. "Try not to bust allll the punching bags, Cap."

As you stood in the middle of Bucky's room, he found a seat on his sofa and patted the spot next to him. "C'mere. Talk to me?"

Your composure was solemn because you took your job seriously, but you also knew had a walking lady boner for Steve Rogers. Hell, you were in love with him! His sessions felt more like dates, and you indeed had fallen for the beautiful, brooding soldier.

"Well?" Bucky snapped you back to the present, and your confession came out like an express train to sin-town.

"I'm in love with my patient. I'm in love with Steve, and I don't know what to do. I know the best thing for him, in my clinical opinion for lack of better phrasing is to get laid. He needs what you did, a woman. He needs a partner and someone to share his life with. Someone to get him to loosen up. Well, you get women. He needs a woman. Singular." Bucky just laughed.

"Is that because you would bitch slap the procession of women lining up to be his cockslut?" You slapped his metal arm, instantly regretting it when the pain shot through your hand. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He grabbed the pained appendage, kissing it and smirking while doing so.

"Why are you telling me this and not him?" You leaned back on the plush sofa, closing your eyes. "You know why, he's my patient."

"So what? No one here care's. Take him out of your files and tell him to strip and fuck him." Your eyes went wide. Gone was the timid Winter/Bucky you first started treating. Now was the foul-mouthed Casanova that had you laughing from his sexual endeavors. He came to you gaping when he got his first blowjob after seventy years, and you've been best friends ever since, laughing at all the shit he shares.

"Are you kidding me. I would scare him off?" Bucky just rolled his eyes and looked at you earnestly. "Can I talk you, seriously?" You shook your head quickly and earnestly. "With therapy and your sessions, Steve is..well he's maintained. He's..not going to tell you everything because it's you."

Your brows pinched together. "But I'm his therapist." Bucky laughed and scoffed at your statement. "Yea, well your hot. We all could tell when Steve saw you the first time that he ...took a..ah fuck it. He was incredibly attracted to you. I hadn't seen him that flustered since he met Peggy. Anyways, all of us knew you were off limits even if we did want to take you on a date, ain't gonna happen. So therapy for us has been easy."

You nodded your head as you realized why it's been so troublesome to get through to him and get to progress like the others, while the sessions felt more like dates. He can't relax with you because he's attracted to you and can't turn it off, because he turned on. While part of you was elated at the revelation, the other part was melancholy. You wanted to help him, and now you felt like it was all lost.

Bucky saw it all on your face and sighed. "He wants you, but he doesn't think you see him that way. You're the best thing for him, we all see it. He needs someone to tell him what to do, make the easy decisions for him so he can make the hard ones for us." You nodded your head and kissed Bucky's cheek.

You got up and walked out while he stood up and called your name. "What are you doing, doll."

"Oh, nothing. Just going to get ready for tonight. I've got a Captain to seduce." He barked out a laugh as you hurried to your room to get ready for the evening.

You walked into the massive room with a sashay and confidence, but underneath you were a ball of wirey nerves. You had to pull a front and seduce THE Captain America, and you planned to tease him, then ...well that was as far as you got. You knew to beg would play a part, you just were praying that it was him and not you.

You saw Steve talking to Bucky and Wanda in the corner ignoring all of the wandering female eyes and telling your possessiveness to shut the hell up as you walked over.

Bucky was the first to see you, and you could get nearly hear him gulp as he took in your frame and dress. "Holy shit, dollface. You look ravishing. Doesn't she Stevie?" Steve looked over at you, and you saw his hand shake and heard his beer bottle crack under pressure.

"Y-yea, doll. Did you bring a date?" You coyly smiled and saw Bucky cough to cover his laugh as he asked Wanda to dance. "No date. Sadly no one asked me." He blushed and looked down at his feet, blushing. "Out of all of these soldiers, not one of you gentlemen asked me." You took the beer, that had thankful not broken under his manhandling, and took a drink from it.

"Well, chivalry isn't all dead. C-can I ask for a dance?" You smirked into the bottle and sat it down. "That's the best invitation I've had all night." He couldn't stop the smile that graced his beautiful face as he took your hand and led you to the floor.

Incubus came on with vocal serenading you two, urging your bodies closer.

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This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in full-blown Technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight

If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here

Yeah, love is a verb Here in my room Here in my room Here in my room Yeah, love is a verb Here in my room

You enter and close the door behind you Now show me the world as seen from the stars If only the lights would dim a little I'm wary of eyes upon my scars

If the world would fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here

Yeah, love is a verb Here in my room

Pink tractor beam into your incision

Head spinning as free as Dervishs' Whirl

I came here expecting next to nothing

So, thank you for being that kind of girl Kind of girl

Like the cavalier man he was, he kept distance between you two, but you were no lady. Not tonight. You closed the gap, and his facial features showed the shock that your movements had on him. Your arm slithered up his muscular shoulders with fingers intertwining and mussing his perfectly coiffed hair. "Don't worry, Cap. You won't break me." He cleared his throat as his large hand encompassed the majority of the skin on your back. His head was lowered, and you could feel his warm breath on your ear, deep and steady like he was sincerely focused on it.

"You do look beautiful tonight. Everyone is looking at you." His voice was deep, with the jealousy that you felt when other woman looked at him looming underneath the calm facade.

"I didn't dress up for them." Your fingers scratched his scalp, and you could feel the low rumble through his chest and longed to hear it instead. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Nat came over pulling your two towards the bar for shots. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes.

You grabbed his hand instead of leaving him, and he smiled, looking at your intwining fingers and following you. His thoughts thinking that he would follow you anywhere, he was just too chicken shit to say it. He was always too scared to say anything to you. Save the world, sure. Ask you out, never.

As you pushed him into the bar stool, he found you settling between his muscular thighs and his eyes went wide. He looked around and saw Sam and Bucky smiling at him from ear to ear with thumbs held high. Was this the night? Could he do it? What if you said no? He wanted to high five the goofy ass smirks off the assholes faces but was brought back to you, so close to him.

Here you were nestled between his legs with his tailored suit surrounding you. He felt his cock twitch when you turned around with two shots in hand, one for you and one for him. The realization that you indeed turned him on was giving you a high that you could feel through your veins, you needed more.

You handed him the shot, noticing his eyes were lust blown already, and you had barely touched him. It made your breathing pick up marking that he was already a bit hard in the darkened edge of the bar. You were fortunate that you grabbed the end seat, as it was the only one and offered some privacy.

"To Steve Rogers losing up a bit." He smiled and took the shot, following you. Both hands remained on his tasty thighs as the team continued to talk amongst themselves and you decided to make small talk and touch him, nonchalantly. Play a bit and test his resolve.

"I was thinking of maybe going for a bike ride this weekend." His face turned into a bit of a scowl, and it left you wondering what for. The nails on your right hand scratching the fabric on his suit, causing his eyes to find yours. You knew the emotions in them, jealousy. "Bucky taking you?" There it was.

"Why would you assume that?" You pressed into him further, and his hands gripped your waist. Goodbye panties.

"After the meeting, you went to his room, yet here you are with me. I'm confused?" You smirked deviously and ran your hands further up his legs to the gathered fabric closer to his hips, and he moaned at full attention.

"I had to ask for advice, Bucky and I are simply friends, nothing more." You leaned into his ear and wrapped your arms around his neck. "See I was hoping that a different super soldier would take me on a ride." You pulled back to take a look at him were pleasantly surprised to see him slightly wrecked.

"W-Will you go with me then?" You narrowed your eyes and bit your lip. "Say it with confidence, soldier." His breath hitched and his brows arched at you. "Go with me." His voice was low, and it sent chills down your spine. "Better."

"What are you playing at, doll." You shrugged slightly at him closing some of the gap separating the two of you. Your faces so close you were almost touching. "Perhaps, I'm just wanting to see what the real Steve Rogers has been concealing from me." His eyes widened as he looked around the room and then back at you. You leaned forward and nipped on his lower lip, teasing him and then moaning a bit. Low enough only his ears could pick it up. "Delicious." Without a word you walked away from him, making your way to the elevator.

As Steve saw you leave him, the warmth was replaced with coldness. He instantly wanted to return it, but he didn't know if he should. Should he go after you, what right did he have? He was scared if you only wanted him for a one night fling. Fuck? Bucky walked over quickly and slammed his drink down, startling Steve.

"What the fuck, pal? That dame is the best-looking one here. Including my date. Now you've been pining after her since you met and she wants you. Go get your girl, man. Or I will dick punch you so hard for passing that up. Fucking hell man, I'm hard just from watching that exchange, and she's my best friend. I mean fuck! I feel like I either need a shower or need to get laid. I have mixed feelings here, pal." That was all he needed for a pep talk, the soldier stood up and walked with semi confidence after you to the elevator just before it closed.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't follow." He smiled and looked to his perfectly shiny shoes. "I'd be a damned fool not to." Your laugh echoed off the walls as you turned to face him. "Well, that can be argued to this point, anyway." Each small step you took to him, he made a step further back until he was pressed against the mirrored wall.

"Do I make you nervous?" His swallow was audible, and you smirked to yourself as you could see his body tense. You couldn't wait to see how tight you could wind him until he snapped before you. Your body was tingling at the thought of the things you could make him do.

You reached up to his bow tie and untied it as he looked to the ceiling, unable to make eye contact with you. "Tell me Steve, how many women have you been with?" He looked down at you, and his face was several shades of crimson.

"S-shit. Doll. I-Um." You began to unbutton his shirt, and he kept looking at you. "Tell me." He bit his full lip so hard that you thought it could bleed. "I-I was with Peggy. Twice." You heart grieved for him, to be a centenarian soldier and to have such a limited experience, no dating. No wonder he was all business and no pleasure.

The bell dinged on his floor and without another word you took his hand and led him to the couch. "Sit." He did as you said while you pulled up your dress showing your thighs and straddling his thick legs. His breathing was picking up and his chest heaving. How he could be this massive, sexy, soldier that saved the world and led armies, look so innocent while you were sitting atop him? Your heart was a flutter, and your skin was begging to be touched, but his hands lay dormant on the couch, afraid to hold you.

You knew you would have to take control, so you pushed off his jacket and finished with his shirt. "Is this ok, Steve?" He nodded as he watched your delicate fingers undress him. "You need to use your words, handsome."

"Yes, doll." You took his jaw in your hand and moved his face so you could lay kisses on his jaw towards his lips. "Fuck, dollface." His voice was low and desperate and caused you to grind against his hardened cock. "I think we need a safe word for you, soldier." He moaned at the statement, and you smiled at his bodies response to you.

"Say green for good, red for stop and yellow for slow down. Yea?" He agreed verbally. "Now, I want you to kiss me." He looked at you with those blue eyes that gazed through you. "Hard or soft?" Now you were getting somewhere. "How would you like to kiss me, Steve?" He smiled boyishly at you and lent in, threading his hands through your hair and drawing you in. The kiss started off slow then became more intense, your fingers tugged on his hair harshly, and he whined into the embrace.

He pulled away breathless with his forehead touching yours, his fingers digging into your hips. "Color?" He laughed and shook his head. "Green, definitely green."

You smiled as you kissed down his muscular chest wiggled between his legs. When you took a glance at him, he was white knuckling the couch. You took his belt in your hands and watched his face as you undid it. "Do you want me, Steve?" He looked down and then with more confidence back up to your face.

"More than you know, Y/N." You palmed his cock through his pants, and his head fell back on the couch. "I want you to know that you can use your words with me and you can put your hands on me. You have no idea how often I've thought about it late at night. Touching myself." He let out a growl to your words and as your hands worked him over and freed him from his confines. “Does that turn you on? Knowing that it’s you, I think about when I make myself cum.”

“Fuck yes, baby.” You let out a whimper when you saw just how large he was when fully aroused. For a moment you just admired him, and he was unsure if you were left wanting. "I-I-is? Am I ok. ..enough for you?" His was was husky with lust but laced with worry.

You looked up at him and licked your lips. "Oh baby, you're pure perfection." You settled in just right between his naked thighs and ran your nails up and down his chest and looked at his eyes at you kitten licked the precum off his tip. "Oh, doll you don't have to -to do that--ah fuck." You tried not to laugh at his nearly pained expression. He was so conflicted. He wanted to be the perfect gentleman, and in his mind, he wasn’t sure that you wanted this. You could finally read him like a book, so fully exposed like this. You swirled you're tongued over the wet head, and his let out a strangled moan.

"You pretty mouth shouldn't be on my cock, doll. Please don't." You licked up the shaft and put your hand on his balls before asking his color, and he grunted out green. He gently pushed the hair out of your face and over your shoulder as he saw you take his behemoth cock into your mouth as far as you could with your hand gripping the remainder, so no part was left untouched.

"Oh, shit doll. You are so beautiful. Too beautiful for me. Your pretty little mouth taking me so perfectly. Shit, I can't." He was trying not to move and adjust himself too much while you steadily bobbed your head, but then it occurred to you what he was struggling with.

You backed away, and he whimpered. "Stand up, Captain." He was confused but did as you asked without questio9n. "Do you like my mouth on your cock?" He nodded. "Words!"

"Yes, doll. Fuck you know I do. I love it, so warm and perfect." You smiled as you ran your hands up and down his chest. "Good." You unzipped your dress and let it fall revealing your naked body to him, and he muttered a string of profanities that would make Tony blush and Deadpool give him a high-five.

"What are you doing to me, woman." You laughed at his question. "It’s what I want you to do to me." You used his strong forearms to brace yourself as you slowly lower yourself before him, wearing your stilettos just for show. "I want you to use me. Fuck my mouth." He shook his head. "I-I can't do that, love."

You began pumping his cock slow and steady, teasing him as his fought control. "I want you to, Captain." You were using his title to help condition him, to help him find a way to be able to relax with that role and also with you. His hands were in fists at his side, and you took them and led them to your hair.

"This is about give and take baby. I want to give this to you because I get off on it too. I love being able to see you come undone and wreck you. We both want this. What's your color?" He closed his eyes before firmly saying green.

He thrust his cock in your mouth slowly and timid at first, afraid he was going to hurt you, but when he heard you moan and felt it run through his sensitive member, he was a goner. He picked up speed with his grip on your hair tightening, his confidence building.

Your fingers and nails dug into his plump ass, making marks that you were hoping to admire later. "Shit, doll. If your pussy feels anything like this, I ain't ever leaving this floor."

His thrusts became faster, and all you could hear was grunts, and when he felt your hands return to his balls and run up his shaft, he became much more vocal to your delight.

"Ah yes, doll. Right there. Ah, fuck. This mouth and that pussy are mine. Ya, hear me? You're mine!" Two more thrusts into your mouth.

"I'm gonna claim you after I'm done fucking your mouth. Gonna lay you down and fuck that pussy. The whole tower is gonna hear you scream my name." Three more sloppy thrusts. "You gonna scream for your Captain, dollface?"

You gagged as he made his last thrust and deepthroated ribbons of hot cum down your throat. Your name a prayer repeated off his tongue.

He pulled you up into his arms while both of you were breathless and silently carried you to his room. As you lay there nestled in his bed, with his perfect scent surrounding you, he got you cold water and calmly laid next to you.

You curled up into his side wondering what he thought but were afraid to ask. You took the plunge knowing the silence was deafening.

"Color?" He kissed your head but left his face buried in your hair. "Bright Green." He tilted your face up to his. "I need to know what I am to you though. I mean this was fucking amazing, and I never expected it. I’m just not very...knowledgeable on the times and forgive me but what is it that you want with me." He was so vulnerable and the night's activities up till now to him were surface level and purely sexual. He needed answers and that you were willing to give.

“You were never my patient if that's what you're wondering. I felt like whatever we had was something....different more complex. Whenever I went out with you, it felt more like a date and then I found myself hoping that it was. Bucky told me to act on it, so I did. What am I to you, Steve?"

He rolled you over, so he lay slightly atop your frame, careful not you crush you. "You are everything that I want to be. Sociable, fun, carefree, sexy, fuck are you sexy." He laughed and kissed your neck. "I-I love you. I have since our first excursion, and I would very much like to go on a real date with you, and I would also like to have every sexual experience that I can.... with you."

Your eyes widened at how honest he was being, how relaxed he was in your arms right now. He was just Steve Rogers. "So you are finally comfortable with me?" You squeaked it out, and he smiled from ear to ear at your honest enthusiasm. "Well, considering had my first blow job and blew my load down your throat, yeah. I'm pretty fucking comfy. What else can we try?"

You started giggling at the naughty words that just spilled out of the all American hero. Whatever you had broken you were glad you had done it. "Well, Cap. I'm all for you using that exercising that pretty little mouth of yours this time and then fucking me into this mattress. Whatya say, soldier?"

He bit you shoulder playfully then licked it. "I'd say you keep talking like that and you've got a deal, dollface."

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iwritethat · 6 years ago

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Older Batsis: Birds

Request: More badass older Batsis~

A/n: When your bros find out you have a secret tattoo, but asking your scary sis about it takes guts.

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Having you as their older sibling could be... difficult. They knew you respected them and at least acknowledged them as your family members of sorts, despite the fact you refused to work with them. Ever.

They assumed you got your independent attitude from Bruce Wayne, your vigilante father figure, except when you sternly told the Justice League or anyone else for that matter that “I work alone.” they immediately believed you. Batman just didn’t have that lone wolf aesthetic with his deadly following of birds and batgirls.

Dick was probably the only one who remembered the warm heart underneath the frosty scales of your armour, you didn’t team up with them nor did you really stick in one place for a lengthy duration of time so when you rocked up to the Batcave with an arm slung over Wally’s shoulders they instantly paled.

“Hey Dick, pretty bird here flew from the nest and isn’t in the best of shape.” The speedster briefed your family, although you were balancing on the verge of semiconsciousness you pushed away from Wally with scoff.

“I’m fine alright... why’d you bring me here? Ah shit!” Pain sprinted through your nervous system and you instantly found yourself swooped up into the scarlet speedsters arms again.

“You’ll thank me later, I promise but even if you never forgive me I’d rather you be alive.” West gazed at you with concern filling his emerald irises and carried you over to the medical bay where he was met with Alfred and Bruce glaring at him.

It was expected that you remove you outer layer so the wounds were reachable but upon Alfred’s request you flatly declined.

“Not happening, at least not until I’m given some privacy.” This hushed the interrogation from your brothers who left the room because they weren’t stupid enough to argue with you, Damian was but Dick ushered him out before he could speak.

They’d definitely return, you regretfully couldn’t avoid your family forever even if it was to protect them. After Jason died, you all went your separate ways as your family were too broken to repair themselves when you attempted communication - they pushed you away in their state of grievance, so you stayed away. Bruce was seething at Wally for having to be saved - not that it was his fault, the man was protecting hostages at the time and you couldn’t exactly let the Flash die, it’d leave Central City unprotected and you were not replacing him. The Rogues would piss you off too much.

Alas you were correct, whilst preparing to leave since Alfred ensured you were at least stable (no prolonged stay necessary/wanted) and slipping on your jacket when Dick burst in.

“Woah wait you’re leaving?!” Upon hearing his yell, Tim and Jason bolted over from the Batcomputer to correspond a farewell.

“Just like that? (Y/n) stay for dinner or something...” Jason muttered, tugging your jacket to gain your attention although their surprising discovery muted oncoming persuasion.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo!” Tim excitedly commented marvelling at the work depicted on your shoulder blade where your jacket had fallen to reveal your camisole underneath.

“Shit...”

“Is this what you didn’t want us to see earlier (L/n)? It suggests it is meaningful to you.” God you didn’t even hear Damian come in but he deduced the situation quickly, the boys immediately even more involved plainly to bug you like the little brothers they were.

“It’s nothing. Now move.” You coldly replied, securing your jacket to hide the object of their heightening intrigue.

“4 birds though?” Dick mindlessly stated, brows furrowed as he thought through numerous possibilities whilst you brushed past them toward the exit.

You gave an exasperated sigh, knowing that they were considering the meaning behind your creative secret but you were more focused on disappearing.

“It’s us!” Tim smugly clarified, smirking at your frozen figure. Damn his superior detective skills.

“...”

“Timbers, our badass, cold hearted sister would never.” Jason sternly stated, referring to your usual uninterested nature.

“He’s right. Tim is right okay?” Mostly you wanted Jason’s way of thinking to be the stereotypical view of you but it was overshadowed by your underlying love for them which was displayed by your defeated posture.

With a deep breath to replenish your confidence, you began by stripping your jacket, turning away from them to hide your expression and expose your detailed artistry.

“There’s 1 for each of you because I never want to forget, if something ever goes wrong then this is my anchor. Anyway, this bird represents Dick, it’s wings are spread because he’s always flying. He’s not afraid to fall and I admire that... but if he ever does I’ll be there to catch him.” The sincerity in your tone set them all on edge as you pointed to the highest bird, it was unexpected as they never believed you truly viewed them that way.

With their bewilderment, you continued, the action made easier being blind to their facial reactions. “Hm. That one is Jason’s-“

“The feathers are falling, it’s because I died I’m guessing.” The tallest commented, quite abrupt about the subject but you immediately corrected him with voice of determination.

“Originally it never had the falling feathers it was - still is the brightest colour since you were so full of life and intelligently bright too. I added them after you returned because I let you down, you lost apart of yourself but no matter what, you continue to fight. You’re so strong Jaybird, y’know that?”

“(Y/n) you-“ Before he could pipe in you briskly moved on, running your finger down your skin to pinpoint the next target.

“Smallest one is Damian, not due to his height but because he has the most room to grow and I can’t wait to see it. That bird has the kindest eyes, to match Dami’s heart.” A brief smile crossed your lips at that and you could only hope they’d wear one too.

“And the final one is for Timbers, the bird looking like it’s landing, he found his home here or at least I’d hope so. I wanted you to feel welcome and loved Tim, despite what you have to put up with. Even from me.” You hadn’t realised the lone stream staining your face, nor the crack in your voice during the final sentence but the boys likely picked up on it.

Your hand fell back to your side, their ongoing silence lead you to feel uncomfortable, you’d shredded your armour both literally and figuratively before them and they had nothing to say which encouraged you to throw on your jacket, stealthily wiping your eyes in the process. This is why you kept your feelings hidden, buried under sarcasm, silence and mild violence (you were a vigilante after all).

“Heh, but whatever. I better get outta here anyway, later losers!” Your tone was quiet and mildly awkward, shrugging off the previous soft atmosphere with a defensive insult.

“Hey, uh check this out. Ridiculous right?” Jason started, hesitantly grabbing your fleeting shoulder to show you an old battered photo he’d dug out of his jacket pocket. It depicted the two of you and Dick pulling immature faces, a joyful moment captured in time before his death.

“Yea-yeah... that’s so stupid Jay.” Neither of you meant it, the insults conveying a deeper sense of emotion to one another.

“Not as stupid as that.” Tim gestured to the handwritten instructions taped to the Batcomputer, the ones you’d given him when he first arrived as a guide. The boy picked it up so quickly that you didn’t think he even used them, let alone kept them.

“Don’t give us the cold shoulder (Y/n). We’re here for you, like you are for us.” Dick grinned, pleased with his remark.

“Right, because you guys have always got my back.” Was your unimpressed but amused reply, though Jason couldn’t resist the urge to mock you.

“I mean the tattoo is on your shoulder but nice try sis.”

“Your sense of humour is insufferable.” Damian muttered, he’d heard enough puns from Dick Grayson to last him a lifetime or 3.

A small laugh escaped you as you waved goodbye to your brothers, feeling like you’d strengthened your bond with them.

They were a good family, your tattoo would always remind you of that - maybe that was why you chose your shoulder blade? Because they’d always be looking over your shoulder, because you’d always have their back and they’d have yours. Because they were your little birds, not matter how tall or muscly they get.

-Bonus-

“Hey Wally, did you know about (Y/n)’s bird tattoo?” Dick casually asked his best friend once he returned from Bruce’s lecture.

“Obviously, it’s kinda hard to miss. It’d be even worse if I didn’t know about it.” Wally honestly responded, hands lazily shoved into the pockets of his black hoodie.

“...”

“Uh huh, and how exactly do you know about it?” The suspicion in Tim’s tone immediately caused the speedster to rethink his choice of words, they were playing him.

“We - um, why does that matter exactly?”

“As family, it’s of importance so I suggest you start talking West.” Damian lowly answered, hand placed over the hilt of his katana displaying his lack of patience for Wally’s sassy comebacks.

“(Y/nnnnn)!”

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ikonislife · 6 years ago

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Shame 04.

-Junhoe x Reader

-Angst, Smut, CEO!Junhoe

-Warning: Mature content.

-Somewhere in between his haughty smirk and sultry whispers, you let yourself lost in a path of no return with the man who doesn’t love anyone.

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A heavy breath mingled with the thickening air of the stuffy office, uneasiness not even the exorbitantly priced whiskey his father had given could ease shrouded his body. As he thought of you and thought of your smile, Junhoe drowned further in the worst kind of regret, the kind that couldn’t be fix, the kind that brought on nothing but hopelessness. He knew there was nothing he could do if you were in fact just as innocent as you were that night… Well, as innocent as two people fucking each other’s brains out could be. He loved your sinful wholesomeness. Such a beautiful mess of contradiction yet you were just so perfect for him. As raw as the intimacy you both shared, there was something so basic, so simple in the happiness glowing so alluringly behind your fucked-out eyes the moment you realized he did in fact wanting, needing to see you again in much less sweat and nakedness. Your eyes seemingly grew three times its size and the smile that blossomed on your lips, it was nothing short of pure bliss, as if he had just resolved all the tangles of your heart. As the memory of that night streamed endlessly in his mind, the anger too risen once more in his heart but this time, this time it stemmed from just how idiotic his action had been. How he had ripped himself away from happiness before even giving it a chance, giving you the benefit of the doubt.

The longer Junhoe remained in this cursed seat, the more his body ached with the weight of your tear and the cuts of your disdainful glares. He got up, shoving the content so neatly arranged atop his desk to their demise in one fell swoop of his hands. He huffed then he puffed but that bitterness in his soul wasn’t going anywhere. It was here to stay, here to remind him of every fuck up things the women of the past had done unto his soul and everything he had just done to you. His beautifully sinful angel, he hurt you even before he got a chance to cherish you. So, with one last glance at the mess he had just made, Junhoe stormed out of his office leaving the crime scene behind hoping a long walk about would sooth his heart, even if it was only temporary… Perhaps just stealing a glance at you would help. The soft humming of the elevator seemingly put Junhoe in a much better mood, or perhaps it was the lingering emotion laid behind the memory he still had of this place, of how obedience you were. Or perhaps deep down his heart knew, that the second this elevator ding loudly to remind him of the destination, Junhoe will once more be able to look at the face he had become fond of even if the owner of that face no longer viewed him the same way. Whispers and soft giggles littered the path he taken, employees flocking to catch a rare glimpse of the man scarcely appear even though his last name boldly embossed on every aspect of the building, down to the toilet paper. Junhoe wondered if there was a time when you’d do the same, abandoning a few minutes of your lunch just to crowd the hallway with your friends, catching a glimpse of him passing by. The thought of you shyly smiling as he walks pass put a smile on his lips that only seemed to fuel the murmur in the air further. Yet he paid no mind, much to occupy with the thought of your whereabout to really taking in what the words being whispered was truly about. He rounded the corner, stealing a quick glance at your office only to find it painfully empty, an omen of the near future if he fail to solve this knot in his heart. Right, it was lunch time. Junhoe mentally cursing himself for being so forgetful. In a way, he wasn’t really to blame for the past few weeks of lunch had been spent with you. And even though not much was said aside from work, he still got his time with you, watching as you unpack the cutest little lunch box filled with amazing homemade goods, he was too fearful of crossing the lines, too shy to ask for a taste. Now as he made his way toward the busy cafeteria, even more regret filled his heart at the thought of never being able to taste your homemade food even just once. The door swinging wildly as he entered the buzzing food hall, lines of employees far too busy, far too focus on food to realize their boss was lurking about just feet away. Junhoe scanned the room, searching for those familiar locks of hair and beautiful smile. A thankful smile broke over his entire being, a light shone down on his soul as he caught your features, light and happy of the days before this entire mess happened. You were giggling away at something the head of HR had said, hand swatting gently her chopsticks prodding at your lunch box. Suddenly there was a scowl being worn on his lips and a tinge of jealousy steeling in his chest. He thought about making his present known, yet as the soft utterance of his name, so fleeting in the clutter of noise during the height of lunch yet reaching his ears miraculously, Junhoe halted his steps. He made his way behind a corner and listened, as ridiculous and wrong as it was, he needed to know what his employee thought of him. “That party was amazing, wasn’t it? I don’t think I’ve properly seen Mr. Koo before. I was stunned.” Must be just an office worker, a girl he didn’t recognized spoke up enthusiastically, completely missing the strained smile on your lips at the reminder of that night. “Hm, it’s your first, right?” You replied so quietly, hammering guilt into his heart in the way you stopped mid bite, no doubt all appetite lost just from the distant mention of him. The girl nodded furiously, recounting just how wonderful the food was and how much better it was compared to the last company. Once more his name was mentioned but it was more of the same praising, strict but fair, not the typical stingy old man CEO, handsome, and of course, fuckable. Each time his name was mentioned, it pained Junhoe to see you near flinch at each syllable passing through. By the time you had coughed less than inconspicuously just to cut into one of the girl’s rant of just how amazing the CEO was, Junhoe could bear no longer watching the way your eyes dimmed out to something so dismal. That was never something he wanted to see in you. So to save himself, Junhoe turned on his heels, walking away because he got his wish of seeing you even if it was behind a corner, hidden and stalker-ish. Just as his foot stepped away, a sentence that…Perhaps resonated so perfectly the fear he had in his heart. “Did you hear the boss got another notch in his belt?” The sentence echoed through the large room as the rest of the chatter melted away into oblivion. It was whispered so carefully, shared between the 6 girls huddling over lunch, seemingly isolated from the rest of the world but to Junhoe, it was perfectly loud and clear. It was loud and clear because he knew that was how you heard that dreadful sentence. Panic engulfed his body as he rushed to watch your face grimly darken. Your entire body frozen as did his, every minute expression on your features mirrored so perfectly the one washing over his fearful one. His heart drumming in his ears as he patiently awaited the next sentence, awaited your reaction. “No way. How would you know.” Another girl he vaguely recognized spoke up, determination in her words as if knowing for sure he hadn’t done the deed. “I heard Ashley from design saw him last night. Waiting in the gold elevator, just leaning against the railing as if he was waiting for someone.” Your face ghost white the moment that little bit of information was given, a tremble settled in your fingers as the girl continued her telling of that night. “That doesn’t mean anything though…” Irene shooed away the thought with a wave of her hand, vaguely knowing exactly what had happened. “It’s not like she saw him with someone.” “No but he had that look, you know. And a very evident bulge in his pants… Pretty, ahem…” She lowered her voice to a bare minimum, hushing the important details. “Pretty pretty, pretty above average if you catch my drift.” She added with a bit of giggle to her voice, to which the rest cheered in excitement, aside from you and Irene. If he could, Junhoe would punch himself this very second for being so careless, for putting you in such risky position just because he was too horny to think straight. “Oh, now that you said that…” The girl sitting across your way chimed in. “I heard that just before he made the speech, someone from marketing saw Mr. Koo fixing himself near the elevator. If that isn’t evident, I don’t know what is.” “Uh, how about actually seeing him with someone? This is nothing but conjecture. If you have picture evident then come back and talk to me.” Irene unknowingly raising a fist defensively, voice gravely and threatening. Even with the revelation of his mistake playing out right before his eyes, Junhoe managed to somehow made a mental note not to cross Irene, ever, especially since she knew how much of a coward he was. “Wow, someone is super touchy. You got anything to confess to us, Irene?” “Nah, Irene isn’t enough of a slut to do that shit. I mean she is, but she got a good head on her shoulders so… Who is it?” A second girl added in with a teasing smirk on her lips. “What do you mean?” Irene responded indignantly, eyes glancing inconspicuously toward your silent self, shrinking so small that Junhoe wanted to do nothing more than wrap you up inside his embrace. “Like she said, you’re not the kind of slutty that would suck the boss’s dick for a raise. But since you’re being all touchy, that mean you know who it is. Spill, who is it?” “Yea, spill some tea. Let us have some of the fun too!” “There was no one. How are you all so sure that there was? For all we know, he could’ve gone to his fucking private bathroom in his fucking private office and fucking rubbed one off!” There was an underlaying contempt in each word your best friend uttered, Junhoe felt a chill tearing his spine apart as if faced with a mama bear protecting her cub. “Oh, come on. We all know Junhoe is a saint compare to his father and grandfather. But do you really believe that with the reputation senior and senior-senior had, that he wouldn’t dabble?” “And you know all these bitches will kill to have a chance with him. He’s hot, and talented. Who wouldn’t? I would!” Their laughter like knives throwing at his heart, and each wince shuddering through your body like salt rubbing on the wounds. “We all like to be high and mighty but come on, give yourself up a little bit to a super hot guy for a raise?” A teasing wink left a stain on his heart that you had to sit through this without being to defend yourself, knowing that he had given you nothing to defend yourself with. “I won’t lie, honestly, who need love when there’s great sex and money.” Junhoe was truly horrified at the words spewing through the lunchroom. He knew there was gossip, and part of him expected for there to be some rather unsavory things to be said about his love life but this… There was an anger rising in his chest and he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him wanting to fire everyone who dare say anything about the topic he was so sensitive about. Yet he knew well within his heart that it wasn’t their fault but simply history predicting the future. His father, as faithful as he was to his mother, wasn’t able to defend himself, unable to stay out of the murkiness of the ocean of rumors tied to their last name. You had been staying so silent, biting back the tear brimming your redden eyes and it pulverized his inside. He could barely kept himself still watching your fingers gripping harshly at the fork pulverizing the food in your box, knuckles going white. Yet with the last statement leaving your coworker’s lips, your heart couldn’t contain the disgust any longer because you truly felt for him. It wasn’t just sex and it wasn’t just because he was Mr. Koo. One hand over your mouth, you uttered a quick “excuse me” before tearing away from the seat, quoting needing the restroom. Irene thrown in a quick cover of late-night drinking and long hours of meeting to fool their simpleton minds, aiding your getaway. Junhoe was far too lost in his own world of pity to realize that you were heading straight his way, running right to the corner he had been hiding for so long. The second he came to, you were face to face with him, tears already streaming down your cheeks and the most painful expression wrecking your beautiful features. “Y/n…” He whispered gently, hand reaching out to pull you into his chest yet much to his dismay, you shoved him out of the way continuing your hasten steps. He chased after you, calling your name over and over like a beautiful song yet you couldn’t hear any of it. Your steps continued toward the empty restroom in the far part of the company hardly anyone frequent, wanting nothing more but for Junhoe to go away. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to see him, or to hear him calling for you but rather, seeing you like this… If you didn’t want to see yourself in the mirror, why would he? Little did you know, he needed to see you, desperately needing to make it right… His last chance to fix this.

“Y/n.” There used to be a time when you long for his calling, wanting nothing more than to be at the center of his attention, anxious to hear his sweet voice rings out your name… This moment, this wasn’t one of those time. For the past week, everywhere you turned, every moment your gaze crossed path with another, there he was with that disapproving scowl on his lips and laser sharp stare as if nothing you do will ever be right again in his eyes. You tried so hard to hide, did the best you could to avoid confrontation yet the worst moment of your adult life by far, there he was to witness it all and as if that wasn’t bad enough… Did you really think you’d get a moment alone when you were still very much under his roof, well within his reach. Hand clasped tight over your quivering lips, you choked back a sob that you knew will be much too loud if you let it escape, backing further away from the thin piece of wood that separated you from the rest of the world even if the falling footsteps only grew louder with each ragged breath you take. “Y/n… I know you’re here. If you’re worry about those gossipy girls, I made sure my assistant blocked the path leading here. We’re alone, Y/n… Please, talk to me.” Junhoe beelined for the furthest stall, his feet halting to a stop in front of the only one with its door tightly shut. Even if the dead silent meant he was the last person on Earth you wanted to see, he couldn’t leave you, not like this. He had made the mistake of walking away from you too many goddamn times before and if he were to do it now, Junhoe was certain in his heart that he’ll lose you forever. A hand gently rasping at the wooden surface that if he really wanted to, Junhoe could easily kick down but now is not the time for him to be selfish even if all he desired was just to see your face, right now he needed more than ever for you to trust him. “I know I haven’t been the kindest to you these past few days but you have to understand, I am not the man they’re making me out to be. All the rumors, it’s all a big lie, a big misunderstanding so just one chance is all I’m asking. Allow me to explain myself.” Something in the way he begged, the desperation in his voice that reminded you so much of that fateful night, the moments that followed the last screams of each other names. In the moments where he held you in his arms, bodies sticky with sweat and sweet remnant of the love fucking that had gone on for who knew how long, his finger gently danced their way along the curve of your spine, inciting the most delightful sensation along its path. His voice much different from that the one demanded so much out of you all night long, there was not an ounce of sternness nor was there harshness. It was sweet and kind like the refreshing breeze of spring against your ears, the softest hint of affection behind his words as he whispered against your bruised lips, eyes lovingly studying your blown out ones - “Please let me see you again, and i don’t mean sex this time. I want to do this the proper way if you’d let me.” You nodded furiously, nodded until you couldn’t anymore because he had once again captured your lips in his for another fervid kiss, smiling in between each kiss and ragged breaths. A smile had beginning to bloom, ready to leave its bud but like poison, his cruel words stained it into a frown. “I’m sorry for being disrespectful, sir, but you’ve done far more to proven their words true than to convince me otherwise. So, I beg of you, tell me why I should believe anything coming out of your mouth. And I am so certain that nothing you could say nor do will offer any bit of comfort or ever take away the humiliation I felt, what a degraded piece of trash you made me out to be, and just how much it hurt. You used me and thrown me aside like garbage and so what if they don’t know it was me. The big boss’s quid pro quo, the ignominy is there for everyone to see.” There it was, “sir”, the term of honor he had heard from your lips billion of times before but this time, it cuts deep. Would you think him strange if he said in the mere hours you granted him the pleasure of calling you his that he had gotten accustomed to your calling of his first name. It’s just as simple as you uttering his first name yet it’s so endearing, so much more satisfy than any pet names you could’ve given him in the moment. To hear that term of respect he was once so prideful to have earned in your voice, it stung. “I don’t expect you to believe me, I know I don’t deserve that, but I hope you find it in your heart to see the truth in my voice. Words cannot express how devastated I was hearing those words being spoken about you because, sweetheart, you’re worth the world in my eyes. You’re so much more to me than just a quick fuck or whatever it is they say. You’re no less of the talented woman that had led so many successful projects, my star supervisor, and one hell of a strong woman that I could never be compare to. Nothing will ever change that, and you have got to believe it Y/n, but I surmise my opinions don’t worth much now after all the bullshit I’ve said to you. If the company lose you as its member… If I lose you, I can say with confident neither will be the same ever again. Just one last time I beg of you, trust me.” At this point Junhoe didn’t know if his stubborn trait of a businessman was a blessing or a curse as he placed a risky bet on those affectionate terms he hoped by the day end, he could once again whispered against your lips. He bet and he won because lost within the sniffles and kitten like mewl of yours, the shuffle of your feet inching closer to the door and he don’t doubt for a second you’re edging on the border of letting him in. The future of his heart riding on the moments to come and the words had yet to form. “How, Jun- Sir, tell me. You want me to trust you yet there’s nothing to say when tomorrow come, you won’t shun me like you had. What is there to guarantee that you won’t turned into that contemptuous king that thinks everyone else is bellow him, that I’m below him. Who to say by tomorrow’s morn I won’t just be another notch in your belt, just another disgraceful face in the crowd. Because if history is going to repeat then please, let me leave with the last bit of my dignity because I’ve lost everything else to you.” Junhoe thought he’d lose all the resolve he has the moment his name crept onto your lips even if you had abandoned it midway. He’s close, so so close that he could almost taste you on his lips and it was now or never. “I know to you there’s nothing to guarantee that I won’t turn my back on you again but baby, I’ve made that mistake too many times now. If I lose you again, I’d be the biggest fool in this world so please, 5 minutes is all I’m asking for. If you hear all I have to say only to find yourself in more pain, I will have someone drive you home. You can have the rest of the week off, full paid. And if it is your wish to never see me again, I will see to it that you’ll have a better job than what I could provide for you.” The bitterness of regret at the tip of his tongue and Junhoe wished as he thought about the should’ve and would’ve. He should’ve asked you to clear up the reservation in his heart, asked you to be his because then maybe right now you’d be in his office giggling away while stealing food from his lunch box, maybe even planning your next date. He should’ve pulled you into his arms the moment he saw how hard you were fighting to hide your shivering shoulders, to be strong even if you knew he could very well see your broken features in the spotless reflection of the elevator. His hand laid flat on the cold surface wishing it was holding yours, his head hangs low under the weight of a defeated man, a man that was fighting a losing war. He knew you were crying the moment he shadowed your footstep to this cold empty restroom. Yet there was something about hearing the half choked sobs and the way your voice wavered, it crushed whatever unbroken bit of his heart Junhoe had got left. Why couldn’t he just ask you like a normal person, why did he had to resort to his power and pushed you aside like he does with everything else in his life. Instead here he stood in the cold emptiness of the women bathroom, head resting on the cold lifeless piece of wood hiding you away from him. What he would give to take it all back, those harsh words, chiding tone, he never meant for it to be offensive nor did he meant to degrade you but alas his surmise of being the fault in all his failed relationships had once again bit him in the ass. With you, with you he hoped to do it all different but the second you dropped to your knee in that elevator, he was once again going down the same beaten path and it was too late to stop it. You deserve so much more than just him and his lonely heart. Hell, he couldn’t even do the whole dating things right and even if it seemed like you didn’t care about it, he would’ve like to for once taking a nice girl out on a proper date before ripping her panties off in the car. Speaking of which, would you laugh at him if he confesses right now, he had kept your lace panties right on his night stand like the creep he is. “If you put a gun to my head this second, I don’t know still, if I could bring myself to admit that I love you… But I do know that my heart is already in your hand, even if it’s barely a heart anymore by all means of the world. But just knowing that I won’t ever have a chance to say those three little words in the future, it’s devastating and what left of my heart pulverized thinking about it. I deserve every bit of derision and jeer you got to thrown in my face, all the pain, and I’d let you beat me black and blue if you want to. I’ll accept your contempt, I don’t deserve happiness and I know that more than anyone else.” His voice ragged, barely there and painful. “I’m begging you, please have mercy on this idiot, barely a man the way I acted, the way I treated you. Y/n please, don’t leave me. I will give you all the space in the world, I will give you time off and I will stay far away… Anything. Just promise me, don’t make your decision now when you’re still so crossed with me. That’s all I could hope for, that you’ll give me one last chance to see you before you leave…” The words of a broken man, his pain echoed through the silent space and your heart bled for him. The pain behind each breath he took, you could feel the scars so evidently in his heart left from past relationships, the ones that had left him fearful of the future. In a way, you pity him, pity that with all the money in the world and all the things he could get with that money, he needed you. You were nothing but a faceless, nameless person lucky enough to cross path with him yet he needed you. How sad that truly is and your heart reached up its hand to unlatch the lock on the wooden door separating his side of reality from yours as they finally matched up with heartfelt truth being spoken. Your eyes peeking out at the sorrowful man kneeling on the floor, eyes dejected staring as if his soul had been stolen by the grim reaper. There was nothing left behind those beautiful eyes, cold and dark, no longer did it glowed with the brilliant universe you had grew fond of. The disdain and hatred you had built up wallowing in self-pity for the past weeks dissipated as your hand reached for his, petting warmth back into the man frozen over with hurt. His eyes lit up with hope though still too fearful to move, too scare to reciprocate the soft touches. He choked back a sob, tears still streaming endlessly down those beautiful features, lingering on sharp edges of his jawlines as he watched your hand dancing along the length of his arm, coloring life back to every bit of skin you touched. “Junhoe…” The second his name so delicately left your lips, he broke down with the full force of a heartbroken man. “Sweetheart” He wailed, falling into your arms, barely fitting but he really couldn’t care. You both sat there on the floor for what felt like eternity before the noise of a crowd just finished with their lunch reeling your blissed-out mind back to reality. Panic once more breaking over his handsome face, knowing that he had run out of time. He stared at you desperately, silently begging you not to leave for all the words he wanted to say still safely tucked away in the depth of his heart. Without his brain even commanding them to, his hands gripping at the sleeves of your blouse, not quite confident enough to hold yours. “I- There’s so much I need to tell you…” “Shh, you’re fine.” You cooed gently, soothing the flustered man back to serenity with soft passing of your thumbs over his cheeks. “We’ll talk.” You said simply yet his body still rattled with fear as you pulled him back onto his feet. Hands patting away, smoothing over the small crinkles in the crisp bespoke suit so perfectly tailored to his body. “No, Y/n… You don’t understand. I-, I don’t- Fuck!” Frustration taut on his forehead, brows furrowed. Stammering incoherently, Junhoe did his best to explain, to get you to stay. He meant it when he said that he’ll give you space but now that your touch once more becoming so familiar, he found it harder and harder to let go. “I know a long talk is overdue for you and me, but this is hardly the place to do it. You said you want to do this properly, I think you can do better than pouring your heart out in the restroom, at work of all places.” Part of you really just want to forget about all the pain and all the tear, letting the lingering warmth of a broken promise carrying you both into the future. Was it so wrong to crave a relationship you never had? As you stood there, searing every bit of his skin with your gaze, all you could think of was how fucking kissable Junhoe was, and if this very second you were to push him against the wall and let your heart loose to do its deed, you doubted he would even care and just let you have your way. Yet there was no denying how real the hurt felt, and it was mere minutes ago that shame of being thrown out like trash, of being called a slut, and of being just another notch in his belt, all those emotions were still so fresh. Perhaps you were making the biggest mistake of your life, giving into a man you barely knew, but the little girl inside of you, the little girl that dreamt of a happy ending with the handsome prince and peace for all the universes, she was screaming at you to give him another chance… So, with all the hesitation of a shameful one night stand and all the love of an innocent girl needing true love, you let your heart ran wild. You kissed him. It wasn’t a horny kiss and it wasn’t a needy one either. It was sweet and chaste, a delicate kiss against his quivering lips to calm his erratic heart, a kiss of promise. “Y/n…” There was no describing the insane tsunami of emotions crashing upon his heart as he felt your lips ghosting over his, hands gripping at his side pulling him so much closer. He uttered your name once then twice, unable to process the event chaotically unfurling before his eyes. “I’ll wait for you, tonight, after hours. I want to do right by you even though there’s nothing left, even though I’ve already done everything wrong.” You nodded, fingers gently brushing through his dishevel hair, smoothing over the stray pieces with one last lingering kiss to send off a man with nothing left to lose, holding onto the last thread of hope. You heard him whispered something to his bodyguard before Junhoe hasten back your way, a hand outreaching for yours. “Seems like everyone is gone. Go first.” He whispered gently with a soft kiss to your forehead, sending you off but not before letting his thumbs caressing delicately the few tears still lingering on your redden cheeks. “And about tonight… Should I come get you?” “I’ll wait for your call.” Your words lit up his heart, blanketing his soul into a comforting bundle of joy. He watched you walked away but this time, a smile lingered on his lips, blooming brighter than flowers of spring when you slyly snuck a glance only to broke out in laughter when you realized he had been staring this entire time. He knew full well that the elation carrying his heart amongst cloud nine this very moment was only temporary for hell awaited him in just as few hours. He needed this, needed to pretend for a second that all this was permanent and at the end of the night, you’d be waiting for him, counting down every second for that first date he had promised.

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kaunis-sielu · 7 years ago

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Soul Mark

You hate your handprint. That’s what it is. A full, black handprint, on your right butt cheek. How demeaning. That the first time your soulmate touches you he’s going to slap your ass.

You suppose it could be worse. Your friend Natasha had her mark on her stomach and chest, like she literally crashed into her soulmate.

T’Challa had his on his right hand, just the heel of the palm, thumb, index and middle fingers.

Peggy had hers on her knuckles. Completely typical of her.

Wanda had hers all along her right side, under her knees and on the underside of her right arm. Like her soulmate had carried her, bridal style.

Natasha was the first to meet her soulmate. You were meeting her for lunch, the shirt she was wearing dipped low on her chest and you saw the flash of color.

“Natasha! What is that?” You gasp and she smirks over at you. “You met him? Is it a him?”

“It’s a him. His name is Clint Barton.” She gushes, no longer able to keep the excitement out of her voice. “We crashed into one another around a corner. He’s taller than me with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. He’s super fit but seems to be really klutzy, that’s probably because he’s like 80% deaf.”

“You always were interested in ASL so maybe that’s why!” Nat smiles and you’re thrilled to see your friend so happy.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

“Me either!”

Clint is perfect for Natasha. He’s funny, charming and brings out a different side of her, one that makes her happier than you’ve ever seen her.

Wanda meets her soulmate next. You’re actually with her this time, the two of you get caught in a mob during a Hydra attack. They claim they’re trying to protect people from Inhumans but it’s bullshit. Wanda hits the ground and before you can help her back to her feet a firefighter scoops her up off of the ground and runs her to cover. You follow closely on his heels and when he sets her down you notice it. The dark mark on her right forearm has exploded with color.

“Wanda your mark!” The two of them stare at the spot on her arm and he subconsciously rubs the back of his neck where there’s now a mark in several shades of purple.

“I need to go help more people but can I give you my number first?”

“I’d love that.” They swap numbers and then with one last smile they part and he goes back to work.

T’Challa brings his soulmate to a party, she’s a beautiful woman named Nakia. She’s fierce, feisty and not afraid to speak her mind. When they met Nakia had been reaching for a book and she’d been up on a ladder. When she almost lost her footing T’Challa had reached up to steady her.

Peggy had been in her self-defense class. When a new instructor had walked in, blond hair and blue eyed with an easy smile. He’d picked Peggy to see how trained they were, clearly underestimating your petite brunette friend who landed a punch on the first swing. He’d hardly stumbled back and laughed in surprise, he’d touched the place where Peggy’s punch had landed and to her surprise it was a deep shade of blue. When she looked at her knuckles they were no longer black but instead shades of red. His name was Steve and Peggy had invited you to a party to celebrate them finding one another.

You didn’t want to go. All of your friends and their soulmates were going to be there and you were going to be alone. To say you weren’t looking forward to it was an understatement. You brought Peggy a bottle of Jack and tried to pretend that everything was okay.

“Hey,” Natasha says coming over with Clint in tow. “I can cover for you if you wanna ditch. Otherwise there’s a couple of Steve’s friends that are single that I could introduce you to.”

“I’m fine Nat. Really. Besides, none of them are my type and none of them seem to have their mark on their hand.”

“Still doesn’t mean you can’t go on a couple of dates.” She points out with a smile.

“No thanks Nat.” You say with a soft smile. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Either of you want anything?” They both decline and you make your way to the coolers and as you bend down to grab a can of pop someone slaps you in the butt.

“Very funny Wanda.” You deadpan as you turn around to find a very surprised brunette man staring down at you.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else.” He says his cheeks pinking as he rubs the back of his neck with a hand.

“It’s okay. It’s fine.” You tell him, your heart is racing. He’d hit you close to your mark, maybe exactly where it was. This really was the best way for this to have happened, as a total accident and not as a dick move. You don’t know how to scurry out of there to go check in the mirror when Wanda appears by your side.

“Hi. Sorry. If you’ll excuse us we have a small emergency to handle.” She drags you away from him, you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his face. Once you’re away from him she pulls you to the nearest bathroom. “Oh my god! Oh my god is that him?”

“I don’t know Wan.” You’re feeling dazed, “I didn’t see his hand and I haven’t looked at my mark.”

“Let me see!” Before you can argue Wanda grabs the hem of your skirt and yanks it up. “Ohmygod!” She exclaims, “It was him! It was him!” You turn quickly to see the mark in the mirror, it looks like one of those water color paintings where the paintings are all splotchy and tie-dyed looking. It’s a mix of several shades of blue and it’s honestly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You yank down your skirt then hurry out of the bathroom, you need to find him.

“Peg!” You call, scanning the room for him, she hurries to your side.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was talking to a man earlier. Brown hair, blue eyes, short beard. I don’t see him. Do you know where he is?”

“I’m not sure who you’re talking about.” You’re starting to get anxious, you’d finally found him, where could he have gone?

“Steve! Steve!” You practically sprint to his side and grab his forearm. “Do you know who the guy that was here, brown hair, kinda long, bright blue eyes, short beard, your height?”

“Oh, yea, Bucky.” Peggy has followed you over to her soulmate and is staring at you curiously.

“Where’d he go?” You demand, your heart is racing.

“Home. Why?”

“Fuck!”

“Why? What’s wrong? What’d he do?”

“Nothing. Can you give me his number?”

“Okay enough. What’s going on?” Peggy says grabbing your arm. You stare at her, your mouth moves but words won’t come out.

“He’s her soulmate!” Wanda explains for you, she’d grabbed Natasha and dragged her over to where you’re having a small meltdown.

Bucky. His name is Bucky and he’s your soulmate.

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otakufander · 6 years ago

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Camping au #2, New Faces and Friends

Warnings: some swearing but nothing to bad, anxiety mentioned, some flirting, tell me if I missed anything. Word count: 1700ish

Chapter two of my first fic. I hope I did good. I'm just doing this for fun anyway. 😊

“Hey there neighbors!” Patton said loudly.

His outburst alerted Roman and Thomas to the arrival of their neighbors. Roman had just finished pumping up the last air mattress and Thomas was getting the luggage out of the car. They followed Patton over to the group.

Patton first noticed the driver, he was moderate height and well built, he appreciated the rainbow T-shirt he just thought the sunglasses were a bit extra especially since it was getting dark. He then noticed the small young man dressed in an oversized patchwork jacket, eyeshadow, dark brown with purple tipped hair, and ripped black skinny jeans. He thought the look was good just not for the summer heat, good thing its cooler at this time of day, he was a bit shorter than the others and was underbuilt, although the jacket hid it well. He finally noticed the the last person coming around the front of the car. He was taller than the other two only by a bit, skinny with a slight build and had very similar glasses to him. He appreciated the simplicity of his outfit compared to the other two. If he had to say it, he looked kinda cute.

“Hey what's up.” Remy said walking over to say hi. Logan followed suit with Virgil trailing behind, his anxiety spiking at the thought of talking to people so soon.

Patton and Remy walked over to each other and shook hands introducing themselves.

“Hi I'm Patton Valentine nice to meet you.” Patton squealed happily.

“Nice to meet you too, I'm Remy Johnson.” Remy said. And soon they were all shaking hands and exchanging names.

“Salutations neighbors my name is Roman Prince.” Roman happily annoyed shaking Logan’s hand.

“Happy to make your acquaintances, I am Logan Johnson.” Logan stated with a polite smile.

“Nice to meet all of you I'm Thomas Sanders.” Thomas said reaching his hand out for Virgil to take. Virgil’s eyes widened when Thomas said his name, he thought he looked familiar.

“Wait thee Thomas Sanders!?” Virgil said surprised.

Thomas chuckled. “Yes I should have guessed I would be recognized at some point. Anyway what's your name?” Thomas said with his hand still out for Virgil to take.

“Um.. I'm Virgil Johnson.” Virgil said taking his hand and then shrinking back into his jacket. Thomas and Roman thought something sounded familiar about Virgil’s voice but they decided not to jump to conclusions because they've been wrong before.

“So your all related?” Patton asked interested.

“Yes we are in fact siblings.” Logan confirmed.

“Aww it's sweet that your all close enough to go camping together.” Patton said cheerily with a sweet grin on his face.

“Well Remy here offered to take us on a vacation and with our schedules and the fact that they perfectly lined up with the planned week we would have been foolish to reject his offer.” Logan said in a flat tone.

“Well it's still sweet.” Patton said with a small smile.

“Well the sun is starting to go down so we better get set up.” Remy interjected.

“Yes it would be most ideal to be finished before nightfall.” Logan said.

“It was splendid to meet you all, would you all care to join us by the fire tonight, we'll be cooking marshmallows.” Roman offered in a boisterous voice.

“Sure, what do you two say?” Asked Remy.

“I have no objection, Virge?” Logan agreed looking at Virgil.

“Umm……….ok.” Virgil said shyly.

“Great, see you there, if you all need anything don't hesitate to ask.” Said Patton.

“Thanks, anyway let's go get set up guys.” Remy said walking back to the car.

“We will converse again soon.” Logan said.

“See ya later.” Said Virgil as they parted ways.

They weren't apart very long, because even though Remy had been up the year before it had been with experienced friends and Logan and Virgil had never been camping before.

In other words they had no idea how to pitch their new three person tent. This leading to them asking the others for help.

Roman had been a boyscout for a few years and told them how to properly pitch their tent rather quickly. Virgil was amazed at how quickly Roman looked at the directions and figured out what went where.

Once everyone was set up they gathered around the fire just to chat.

When Thomas said that they all had been coming over ten years each the brothers were shocked.

“How long have you each been coming?” Virgil asked his mouth agape.

“Well I've been coming for 15 years, Roman for 12 years, and Patton for 10 years.”Thomas said.

“Wow this is only my second year and this is their first but it might as well be my first, I just drank the whole time last time.” Said Remy with an astonished look on his face.

“This is only your first year!?” Roman exclaimed.

“Yes we had never heard of this place until Remy brought it up.” Logan said.

“Hey I have a great idea, what if we show you guys around since this is your first time!?” Patton said giddily with a huge smile on his face.

“Yes that sounds like a splendid idea padre.” Roman agreed happily.

“Oh no we couldn't ask you to do that.” Logan protested he didn't want to be a bother, and Virgil agreed.

“It really wouldn't be a problem guys we love helping out first timers.” Thomas said.

“Come on little bros, you know it's rude to refuse an offer.” Remy said with a smirk.

“Well if we aren't a bother I guess it would be ok.” Logan said with a sigh.

“Yea I guess it's ok, it'll be good to have experienced people to show us around.” Virgil agreed.

Remy then said. “Welp I'm gonna break out the liquor. Anyone want any? You are all old enough right?”

“Yea we are but it's a no sorry, we don't want to be hungover our first night, we usually save that for the third night at least.” Said Patton.

“Yea Remy, Lo and I are out to.” Said Virgil and Logan agreed.

“Alright suit yourselves. How old is everyone by the way?” Remy asked.

“I'm 29.” Said Thomas. “I'm 27.” Said Roman. “I'm 26.” Said Patton.

“So all legal that's good to know.” Remy jokingly flirted with a smirk.

Roman and Thomas laughed while Patton's face went pink. Virgil and Logan both face palmed.

“Well how old are you all then?” Roman asked.

“I'm 28” Said Remy. “27” Said Virgil. “I am 26” Said Logan.

“Wait your the youngest?” Patton said to Logan. “Regrettably yes and they will never allow me to forget it.” Logan said with a hint of annoyance.

“Aww come on little bro you know you love us.” Said Remy playfully.

“I think I am going to retire for tonight.” Logan said annoyed.

“Aww I wish we could talk a bit more.” Patton said with a pout making him look a bit childlike and Logan found it very endearing.

“I apologize Patton but for the big day tomorrow I must get optimal sleep. I do wish to speak more and if we had gotten here earlier we could do as we wish.” Logan said with an accusing look at Virgil.

“Look I'm sorry again but I had to get it finished.” Virgil said defensively.

“Well little bro maybe if you would stop procrastinating with the research for the videos you would get them done on time.” Remy let slip in his alcohol induced haze. Virgil was shocked that he let it slip to strangers.

“Wait a minute I knew you sounded familiar.” Thomas said with realization clear on his and Roman’s faces. “Are you Anxiety from “Anx's Conspiracies and Cryptids”?! Roman basically shouted.

“Shut up, yell it to the whole camp why don't cha!” Virgil looked angry about panicked.

“Its ok Hot Topic we love your videos. And I promise we won't tell anyone who you are.” Roman said quickly. “But will say with your voice I expected you to be older and not quite as handsome.” Roman added a bit jokingly with a smirk and wink. Virgil went bright red and hid in his jacket.

Logan than quickly interjected. “I think it would be a great idea for all of us to retire before Remy can spill anything else.”

“Yea come on Rem let's get to bed.” Said Virgil pulling Remy drunk off his ass to his feet. “OK Virge, the cat sitting next to me won't stop telling me to stop anyway. (He gestured to Patton in his cat hoodie)”

Everyone then laughed their asses off before heading to bed.

~ Later in the tents

(With Thomas already asleep next to them)

“Hey Roman can I ask you something?” Patton said on the air mattress next to Roman.

“Yea padre what's on your mind?”

“Well, is it just me or is Logan kind of cute?” Patton asked his face flushing bright red.

“Oooo does someone have a crush?” Roman ever the romantic asked immediately interested.

“Maybe” Patton said face going even more red.

“Well padre maybe when we show them around tomorrow you could take Logan to see the history of the park museum, didn't he say that's what he wanted to see the most?” Roman suggested.

“Yea, thanks Roman you always know what's best.” Patton said.

“No problem, goodnight padre.” Roman said.

“Night Roman.” Patton said sleepily.

(Remy clocked out as soon as he fell into bed)

“Virgil are you awake?” asked Logan.

“Yes why?” Virgil said very tiredly.

“I have a question about emotions. As you know I'm not very good with emotions.” Logan stated.

“Ok well what's the question?” Virgil asked.

“I found the shenanigans of Patton tonight quite endearing.” Logan said.

“In what way?” Virgil asked interested.

“You know that sensation of metaphorical butterflies in your stomach, and your face becoming flushed? What does it mean?” Logan asked with a straight face.

*muffled laughter* “Dude it's either your sick or you have a crush on Patton.” Virgil choked out after his laughing fit.

“What are the chances that I'm sick?” Logan asked hopefully.

*even more muffled laughter* “Goodnight bro.” Virgil said with a smirk.

“Fine I'll figure it out tomorrow, goodnight Virgil.” Logan said defeated.

They fell into peaceful slumber to the crackling of the dying campfire outside, and the crickets chirping the night away.

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