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yeahimaloser · 3 years

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Hi lovely! I adore your writing style and noticed you were taking requests. This is my first request ever so if it comes off a little awkward please forgive me! 👉👈

I was hoping for a scenario where Hawks has been wondering why y/n has been skipping out on get-togethers with him for the past week or two. He gets curious enough one day that he just-so-happens to patrol the area where you run off to after you reject another date with him.

He finds out that you have been going to an outdoor avian clinic and taking classes on how to pamper/massage or preen bird wings in order to surprise Hawks for your anniversary coming up.

But not like totally before Hawks confronts you and blurting out “Have you been cheating on me with a parrot?” 😂

Thank you! I hope this all makes sense. Hugs and kisses!

Hello there!! You are so sweet! and you didn’t come off awkward at all! <3

I am so sorry I didn’t actually mean for this to become an angst fic in the beginning ;-;

but it is fluffy don’t worry!

warnings: avian Keigo (Keigo having bird like tendencies)

Also I schedule this to be a bit later than I normally post, I’ll most likely be asleep when this goes up so I just wanted to say to everyone thank you for reading!!

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He tapped his foot against the floor of the restaurant, his patience deteriorating every second as he stared at the door.

As the fastest hero, Keigo never really had any patients for just about anything. One thing he hated more than anything was people being late, he moved fast, he wanted people to move fast with him.

All he wanted to do was go on a nice date night, have some dinner, and go home and watch a movie or something. He just wanted to spend time with you.

You normally never skipped out on dates, so why now?

He had noticed your absence in the last few weeks, more and more you would skip out on him.

The anxiety bubbling in his heart was starting to spill over, seeping into his attitude in daily life. In his head, he wondered if maybe you were trying to signal to him that you weren’t interested in dating anymore, that maybe you were just silently drifting from him. But he loved the 11 months he got to spend with you, he’d never experienced anything like it. It was fresh, new, loving, he didn’t want it to end. Those thoughts had made him feel miserable for the last week or so, but he was still confused by you. Although you skipped out on dates and such, you still acted so lovingly towards him. You would still come home and snuggle up to him, you would still run your fingers through his hair at night, you would still talk mindlessly about your day, as though nothing was remotely bothering you.

So, maybe you really were busy, perhaps he was just looking too much into the issue.

But still, getting stood up for the 4th time in a row would make anyone a bit upset.

He left the restaurant, paying for the drink he had ordered, and went on his way home.

Maybe it was a side effect of his quirk, but when he had these sorts of thoughts his wings would get all twitchy. He had done the research and found that when birds were in a high-stress situation they plucked at their feathers. The article also said that when a person that said a bird was attached to someone that abandons them, they get even more stressed and irritated. Which he supposed made sense. He would never admit it to very many people, (and if the press got a hold of it he would honestly shoot himself) but he had some bird tendencies.

Not big ones, just small ones.

He would bob his head in time with music sometimes, his pupils would dilate and contract when he was concentrating on something, he would mindlessly coo and cluck randomly as well.

Luckily, the commission taught him to control his bird-like tendencies, they told him that some of his bird traits were “off-putting”. But he really wasn’t sure what they were talking about, animal quirks weren’t uncommon, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t mind the help.

But since he’s been dating you, he found himself getting more and more of these tendencies.

A few times, he would find random shiny objects and give them to you, he acted all excited about it too, saying, “I saw it and thought that you could keep it! It’s super pretty so, I don’t know, I thought you’d think it was cool.” After he said that, you just took the objects and told him he was so adorable.

Another time, when you two were just out and about, he had seen you talk to someone with a similar bird quirk to his. He didn’t even know what came over him, but he squawked at the man, effectively freaking him and you out.

He apologized profusely after that.

There was one bird-like quality he didn’t mind all that much, and that was the preening of his feathers. It was honestly so relaxing, the dirt and dust from flying seeped into his feathers, so he always found himself soaking his wings in water and then rubbing them with a special kind of oil.

There were some days, however, were all he could do (or all he had time to do) was take a warm towel and gently rub off his feathers.

And lately, he had found himself going overboard with his preening, pulling more aggressively at his feathers, sometimes even hurting himself. He suspected that it was due to the stress of worrying about what was wrong with you (or him).

He hated all of it, loathed it even. Worse was how hard it was for him to broach the subject with you, whenever he got close he always wussed out. In his mind, even though it bothered him, he didn’t want to lose you. He was so scared that if he brought it up he would hear something he dreaded, and you two would fall apart.

He loved you so much, he wanted you to stay with him. Another bird trait he learned, some birds mated for life, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way about you. He just...he didn’t want to lose you.

There was one possibility that was the worst, and yet the most likely. You had been cheating on him.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but it all sort of added up.

You skipped out on dates so you could go out with this other person. When you would become affectionate with him could be a sign of guilt, he read about that online. And the way you wouldn’t see his texts or missed calls when he knew you were on a lunch break, maybe you were seeing someone else.

Was he a bad boyfriend? He thought that he had become better at this whole relationship stuff, maybe not perfect, but he was getting there. He knew he was hard to deal with, he wished he could be better for you, he really did. He knew he was busy a lot, tired from work, he knew he wasn't the most affectionate guy, but he wanted you, he wanted you so much it hurt. Keigo thought that you loved him because he really loved you.

The thought of having to let you go crushed his heart crushed his spirit too. He really did care for you, he knew that you were the one for him, so the thought of you not returning that feeling hurt him.

He flew through the night sky, looking down at the lights of the city. Normally, a sight like this would have made him smile, made him feel like he was on top of the world.

But his wings just felt uncomfortable, the wind blowing through them just increased the feeling.

He just felt… done. Like the whole world felt heavy to him. Maybe he really was overthinking everything, but he couldn’t help it, he was made to be observant.

He knew he had a strange habit of over-complicating things, but it was just his nature he supposed. A trained government agent always has to look into the fine details, at least, that's what he was taught. So, with your absence, he found himself becoming more and more paranoid.

He brought it up to his side-kicks and hero friends, and they all said the same thing; he was just being paranoid. They told him that, “sometimes in relationships, things get a little rough, it happens.” But Keigo couldn’t help but hate the whole ordeal.

He sighed, flying faster to his home.

One time, he had tried to follow you on your lunch break. He supposed it was pretty stalkerish, but he was getting desperate. All he needed was reassurance, just to know if you were actually busy or if that had been a bullshit excuse. He told himself it wasn’t a huge deal, he was just making sure you were doing ok.

...ok maybe it was a bit of a breach of privacy.

He had perched himself on top of a building near your workplace. Keigo had made sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him as he followed you, keeping out of sight as best he could.

His initial thought was you would go to a coffee shop, maybe some sort of expensive restaurant if you were meeting someone.

Yet, to his surprise, he saw you scarf down a sandwich as you entered an animal clinch.

Were you cheating on him with an animal clinch employee?

He wanted to confront you then and there, but from where he was, he didn’t have any reason to.

It looked innocent enough, you were just going to an animal clinch.

He immediately felt guilty. There was no reason for him not to trust you, you had done nothing wrong in this situation. Maybe you really were working overtime and he was just overthinking everything.

He shook his head, sighing, he unfolded his wings and flew off the building he was perched on.

That was a week ago, it was after the third time you stood him up. And now, although he didn’t have any proof of you cheating, he still felt like he had a reason to confront you. He just felt sick of worrying and overthinking everything, and in all honesty, you weren’t helping the situation. Every time he asked you about it, you always came up with some sort of excuse.

He landed on his balcony with a loud thump, not caring all that much about the noise.

As he entered his home, he lifted the hem of his shirt off his head, throwing it on the floor unceremoniously. Walking over to the bathroom, he filled a special bowl full of water and made his way back over to the bed.

It was probably a bad idea to preen himself when he was so aggravated like this, but he wanted to do it, his wings felt so uncomfortable.

His right-wing raised a bit as he sat down, pulling the feathered stump closer to him.

But before he could even graze the feathers with a damp cloth he had, he heard the front door open and close.

Before he had even realized it, he was already zooming down the staircase of his luscious penthouse, knowing full well you were already inside of his home.

“Hi honey,” you slipped your shoes off, not looking at him yet. “How was your day- Oh,” he crossed his arms over his chest, he was sure his expression was one of utmost anger.

“Where were you,” his tone was irritated, his wings twitched behind him.

“I was working. Baby what's wrong,” he nearly rolled his eyes at your concerned tone.

“Don’t baby me, you stood me up,” he huffed, “again.”

He didn’t miss the sorry expression that flashed on your face, “Kei, I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve just been so busy lately. I know I haven’t been fair to you, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow! Look I’ll even make dinner for you, ok? Really, Kei, I’m ”

“Y/N,” here it came, “if your gonna break up with me, just do it already

Well, that certainly shocked you (and him if he was being honest). Your whole expression fell into one of confusion, your eyes looked up at him with genuine hurt.

“What? Keigo what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense, why would I want to break up with you?”

“I don’t know Y/N?! Why have you been avoiding me for so long!?”

You sighed, “Is that what this is all about? Well,” you pulled out some sort of form, reaching it out to him, “here, I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary, but I don’t want you to think that I’m doing something dishonest.”

He snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, maybe a bit too harshly. He looked at it and was immediately confused.

It was information on a class about… how to preen birds?

He gave you a confused look, to which you gave him a light smile, “I see how frustrating it is for you to preen them, so I wanted to help out. I saw that I could learn how and thought it would be a cute thing for us to do together.”

He stood in shock for a few moments, letting the guilt wash over him.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You chuckled a bit, “Don’t be, it was wrong of me to leave you high and dry on dates, I just had to work overtime in order to get these classes in.”

Now, he felt twice as guilty.

This whole time he had thought you were drifting away from him, and worse, he thought you were cheating on him. He felt sick. His friends were right, he really was overthinking the whole situation. And worst of all, you were working overtime to do something so nice for him, and here he was, yelling at you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jesus,” he shook his head, “I’m an idiot. You were off doing something so thoughtful for me, and I was being a prick, yelling at you. I’m sorry honey. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”

But you just chuckled, “Keigo, really, it’s ok. I should have at least done something to convince you, or rescheduled our dates. It’s ok honey, don’t feel bad.”

You moved in to give him a hug, which just happened to be the moment you realized his shirt was missing.

“Uh,” he saw your body straighten up, and your face makes a flustered expression, “why is your shirt…”

“Oh, well,” he scratched his feathers nervously, “it’s kinda funny, I was just about to preen my wings. So I have to take off my shirt in order to get the water to the back. Kind of a weird coincidence, huh.”

“Well,” you looked at him, eyes softening, “can I help?”

Keigo was sure his heart had frozen, after a moment or two, he answered, “S-sure.”

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You pulled a stool for him to sit on as you sat down on the bed.

Keigo wasn’t sure why, but he felt so anxious. To tell the truth, he never really had someone preen his wings before. He would always do it himself, it was an annoying effort sometimes, but the commission was very big on him looking good for the public eye.

His wings weren’t super sensitive, but the light touches of your fingers running through them felt like pure heaven to him. The sensation was like having someone giving a message, but… different. It felt nicer, more loving, more slow and nice.

The whole sensation made him shutter.

“Is this ok,” he didn’t miss the anxiety in your tone.

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly. “Perfect, keep...keep doing that babe.”

The little pulls of his feathers relaxed him more and more, making him seep into the back of the stool he was sitting on.

When you had started to add water to the mix, he didn’t notice his cooing.

“Kei?”

“Hmm,” his mind was so far gone in the relaxation of your hands that he barely registered your voice.

“Are you cooing,” you had to suppress your smirk as his body went rigid, as well as his wings.

“I,” his face was almost as deep red as his wings, “s-sorry.”

You giggled, “Don’t apologize,” you pressed softly into the apex of some of his feathers, “if it feels good, it’s fine if you coo. I won't judge you.”

Softly, he let out a few coos, but he didn’t want to freak you out.

But soon, he realized he couldn’t keep them in, you were just doing so well.

You moved softly to grab his feather oil, “Uh, so how does this even work? Do I take a few drops and run them through each individual feather or something?”

You’ve seen him preen his wings before, but until recently you had just started to pay attention to how he exactly did them. You had noticed that the oil he used on his feathers gave a shine to the red plumage, but you had noticed he was a bit cautious with the serum.

“O-oh,” you didn’t miss the light stutter and the soft up-take of his voice, “Um, if you want you can just put a few drops in your hand and rake them through. You don’t have to do each one if you don’t want to.”

You thought for a moment, “Alright, I think I’ll just do each feather. I wanna get this right after all.”

And, honest to god, Keigo gulped.

You’ve never seen him this relaxed and yet so tense, you would have thought he was drugged. You would be lying if you didn’t enjoy it though, the way Keigo melted into you, it was weirdly adorable.

“Yeah,” he let out, “yeah ok.”

After that, it was like Keigo could barely talk.

For a moment, you considered something. When you and Keigo had started to date, you had noticed how he was a bit touch-starved. He craved affection, whether he was aware of this or not, you weren’t sure.

But it made sense, his childhood past, and plus, this was his first real relationship. You wondered if Keigo had ever been shown so decent, honest love before.

Perhaps his bird instincts also played a part in how affectionate he could be. You read once, that when male birds became attached to their mates they tended to get affectionate as well as loving. Plus, some birds preened their mates as a show of love, you wondered if what Keigo was doing was just his way of showing how happy he was with you preening him.

After you were done, Keigo’s head was light and tired. The whole experience for him felt magical, he wasn’t sure why though. He preened himself a bunch of times, why was this the first time he felt this way?

But Keigo’s head couldn’t really process the question at the moment.

“You wanna go to sleep,” you asked, bringing your hands lightly over his shoulders, kissing his forehead.

He let out a small, “Mhm,” as he stood up. You had to help him to his bed because of how wobbly he was.

After you carefully helped him into bed, you turned to go to the bathroom to wash your hands, but Keigo dragged you down.

“No,” he whined softly as you tried to get out of his grip, “cuddles.”

(You couldn’t lie, this had to be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen him do)

He nuzzled into you, his body flushed against yours.

That’s when you heard it, the little chips. You didn’t say anything, scared that if you did he would stop. You played with his hair as he chirped into your neck, his wings shivered a bit.

You decided to ask him, “Hey, Kei.”

He hummed lightly.

“I’ve never seen you like this, does it have something to do with your bird instincts?”

Keigo thought for a moment, “Maybe,” his voice was light you noticed, “it could be. Kinda just something I experience because that’s what birds do with their...mates.”

You chuckled, running your hands through his wings again, “Maybe it’s because you're also, like, really touch starved.”

“Oh yeah, maybe. I mean,” he looked at you, like a lovesick puppy, “you are my first time in a real relationship.”

You laughed lightly, going back to lightly stroking his hair and feathers.

“Hey Y/N,” Keigo’s voice was tired, and yet, it was soft.

“Yeah honey,” you asked in an equally gooey voice.

He nuzzled in closer to you, giving you a soft, yet deep kiss, “I love you.”

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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Master Kohga stuffs himself with bananas and gets his belly rubbed by his minions.

Master Kohga was beloved among his underlings. But there were members within the Yiga Clan who adored their master not just for his strength but for his looks as well. Many referred to him as utterly dreamy. And those who did tended to be referring to Kohga's most prominent feature.

His big poochy tummy.

The way it swayed with his every bold movement or jiggled beneath the tight red restraints of all Yiga Clan uniforms would make anyones knees weak.

It was certainly the case for a clan member named Haru whose mind wandered when he heard his master call out to him. And with how groggy Kohga sounded when he called for his minion Haru was quick to deduce his master sounded very overstuffed. He could only imagine how bloated that wonderful belly was going to be when he reached his masters chambers.

"Y-You wished to see me Master Ko-"

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHRRRP!!!!!

The young Yiga Clansmans stammering was interrupted by a raucous burp that bellowed from just behind those doors. slowly Haru opened the heavy door and what he saw caused him to blush so brightly that not even his Yiga mask could hide his blush.

Master Kohga was sprawled on his bed groaning with a pile of banana peels just at the foot of his bed. The end result of which left Kohga so bloated that he looked as if he had a mini boulder hidden beneath that skin tight red suit of his. Kohga lazily and pointlessly tried to settle his giant tummy by rubbing as much of it as he could reach but his belly was so massive he could barely reach any of it.

The master lazily looked past his giant girth and saw his minion at the doorway still as a statue and felt his eyes beneath his mask peering at that enormous belly of his.

"Unnngh...are you gonna gawk all day or are you gonna do your job...? Urf..." Master Kohga groggily called out to Haru then huffed breathlessly.

Haru quickly made his way to his masters side and heard that huge stomach churning harder and noisier than the brewing pots in one of their elixir chambers. His face only grew redder and redder when Kohga brought a fist to his masked mouth and gave a huge closed-mouth burp that actually pushed his mask out slightly and rumbled even louder than his giant belly did. Then Kohga gave another deep closed mouth burp after that and a lower one right after.

It was all music to Haru's ears.

"...Wh-What would you like me to do master?"

A thick groan emanated from Kohga's belly as soon as he heard the question to Kohga's obvious inquiry. The utterly bloated ninja master rolled his eyes beneath his Yiga eye mask and slapped his hand down over the side of his chunky belly as hard as he could. It sloshed immensely beneath his palm and caused his prominent girth to ripple heavily, similar to a like-like.

The slap also caused a huge gas bubble to work its way up Kohga's throat in time for his response.

Rrr-RUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBB!!!!!!

As if Master Kohga couldn't be any hotter for Haru watching him slap his fat belly as hard as he could and burp out his demand nearly made Haru faint on the spot.

But if he did someone else would take his job and he wasn't going to let anyone else have the pleasure. So the young ninja hopped onto Kohga's bed and sat before that giant tummy and very quickly started rubbing it. Both Haru and Master Kohga shuddered at the exact same time his lean fingers began to run across that huge mound of spandex-clad blubber. Kohga's tummy was so fat that Haru's hands actually sank a little into his blubber when he rubbed. And there was so much belly to rub that Haru had to practically lean against the belly as though he were hugging a big beanbag chair.

Kohga groaned pleasurably and rolled his head back with a pleased sigh. He let his arms drop to his sides while the young Yiga Clansmen rubbed all over his vast belly with eager attentiveness. The heavy ninja master curled his toes in his boots when he felt Haru's fingers really clutch at his belly fat and knead into it like a baker would a giant mountain of dough.

"Unnnnnf...no one rubs this thing better than you I swear..." Master Kohga praised through his euphoric bliss and punctuated his praise by patting the side of his belly heartily making it wobble with each pat he gave.

"It is my honor master," Haru said with a respectful bow of his head that did absolutely nothing to mask his clear arousal which only made Kohga snicker drunkenly and made his giant tummy jiggle with his amused chortles.

Haru leaned himself right up against Kohga's huge plushy stomach and sank into the thick fat across Kohga's stomach. He almost shuddered at the realization of sinking slightly into his masters wonderful belly. His face was concealed by his mask same as Kohga but his body language said it all. Haru was in heaven.

The skinny little ninja rigorously rubbed the giant belly of the big fat ninja master. If kohga's eyes were visible they'd be rolling to the back of his head. In fact the way he panted made it almost look like his tongue would be hanging out of his mouth if not concealed by his mask. That's how good Haru's rubs were getting the way his palms were groping every inch of that wonderfully huge ball of fat hanging from his torso.

Haru reached over and kneaded his hand into the lower center of Kohga's fatty tummy. It was so thick and blubbery that his hand sank even deeper into Kohga's belly fat than any other part of his stomach. But it was also where Haru could feel Master Kohga's rather deep belly button. And because he was all too eager to indulge he pushed his fingers into Kohga's navel making them sink into Kogha's belly fat and belly button at the same time.

Master Kohga moaned heavily from having his navel fondled by his underling. The way Haru was kneading into the center of his tummy was growing more rigorous. Haru really pushed into that thick layer of fat which made that giant churning tummy gurgle even louder than ever.

Though Haru may have been kneading into Kohga's navel too hard because he pushed down enough that a huge gas bubble wormed its way up Kohga's chest. A thick burbling erupted from his throat and rose higher and higher until the fat ninjas cheeks puffed out underneath his Yiga Master mask. Then he threw his head back and released the loudest burp Haru had ever heard. One which blared all throughout Kohga's quarters and made his fat tummy ripple for several seconds.

HHHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Master Kohga sighed heavily in relief. "Gaaaaahhh...that felt good," he moaned and gave his immensely fat belly a few hearty slaps which made it ripple and slosh like it was full of jelly. He looked over his massive tummy and saw Haru leaning there stunned still. Kohga snickered which made his tummy jiggle some more. He could practically see the steam radiating from the Yiga footsoldiers masked face.

To rile his minion up even further Kohga grabbed the sides of his gelatinous tummy and jiggled it around right before Haru's eyes.

"Boy listen to this thing. All those bananas really do a number on me don't they," Master Kohga teased.

The sight of his fat master shaking his huge blubbery tummy around nearly gave Haru a heart attack. He couldn't help shove his hands right into that giant paunch eager to feel more of that fat in his hands and even more eager to hear Kohga burp again.

His efforts were swiftly rewarded by Kohga releasing an explosive burp which reeked of the sweet stench of digested bananas. Kohga's belly rippled like it was a waterbed both from the release and from the sudden shove Haru's hands gave his middle.

"You're incredible Master Kohga..." Haru said fondly while he reached up and eagerly slapped the side of Kohga's belly which made it wobble with each hearty slap he gave.

The slaps also dislodged another enormous throaty burp from the bloated ninja master as well. It was followed by another harsh burp right after that.

BBBBAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHPPP!!!!!!

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRHHHPPP!!!!!

It was like all of Haru's fetish-fueled fantasies had come to life all at once. His beloved Master Kohga was sprawled and overstuffed on his bed even fatter than Haru had ever imagined seeing him. And the surplus of bananas that Kohga gorged on made his tummy so incredibly gassy and noisy that Haru was squeezing and slapping out one incredibly powerful burp after another.

Haru couldn't describe the way Kohga's tummy felt in his hands. The thick doughiness he felt when he let his hands sink into Kohga's belly fat. Or the way it rippled in his hand each time Kohga allowed him to slap it so heartily. He would fondle and play with Kohga's belly all night long if the master would allow it.

But Master Kohga for his part simply snickered and kicked back so Haru could keep kneading into his tummy. He was so fat that the rougher treatment of his tummy didn't bring any discomfort. In fact he found he quite enjoyed the feeling of his tummy rippling and quivering with each smack Haru gave it and the tender and firm kneading he gave. Though it was exhausting for the fat ninja to be burping so much. Haru's every press and slap successfully dislodged one tonsil quivering burp after another.

So in order to satiate his thirsty little minion Master Kohga sat up as best as that massive ball of fat weighing him down would allow him. Then Kohga wrapped his burly arms around Haru and hugged him as hard as he could right against his big blubbery belly. Haru's body sank into the masters tummy fat which also made a rush of gas that was still brewing in his stomach force its way up Kohga's throat.

This time instead of throwing his head back Master Kohga burped as loud and as long as he could right in Haru's face.

BBBRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOOOOORRRRRHHHHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even with his mask covering his face and Haru's mask covering his own face the sheer force of that burp blasted over Haru to nearly blow his mask clean off. Kohga's banana breath wafted over Haru as he sat there against Kohga's belly utterly stunned. It wasn't the most pleasant way to enjoy the aroma of bananas but it was still somehow intoxicating for Haru. Though that might have had something to do with the source.

Master Kohga sighed over Haru and smacked his lips beneath his mask. "Ahhhh much better," he said teasingly and gave his tummy a light smack which unintentionally made the bloated ninja master give a deep closed-mouth burp that he blew to the side.

"...M-Master...c-could you...?"

One didn't need to be able to see Kohga's face to sense him rolling his eyes at how shamelessly thirsty some of his underlings could get. "Fine but my throat's starting to hurt so ease up after this okay?"

His arms tightened around Haru. Kohga squeezed his minion against his bulbous belly once more which made the overweight clan leader let rip another big closed-mouth burp that Haru could hear very plainly rumbling in Kohga's spandex-clad cheeks. Then an even bigger one followed that Kohga almost let out altogether.

HHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRLMHP!!!!

MMMMRRRRRRRLLMMMHHHPP!!!!!!!!!

Kohga grunted then instead of blowing the gas away blew it all over Haru's mask-clad face.

"Ungh. There. Happy?"

All Haru could do was nod absentmindedly.

Kohga grinned and released Haru from his grip. "Good!" He said and lazily flopped backwards which caused his immensely stuffed tummy to slosh around from the heavy thud of his back hitting his mattress. "You can keep rubbing then. Keep it up and I'll try'n give you a few more burps for your troubles. Sound fair?"

Haru had already been rubbing for who knows how long. And yet he was already right back to firmly massaging that ample tummy with the same eagerness as a child about to go to a toy store. "Master you are truly the most generous and wonderful leader our clan has ever known..."

Master Kohga snickered some more at the easy praise which made his tummy jiggle again. "Tell me something I don't know."

Then he was off to basking in more belly rubs from a deliciously loyal little follower.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Winter Wonderland ~ KTH, BC [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

GENRE: Fluffy, angst, fluffy ending

PAIRING: Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Bang Chan

A/N: I hope this is okay for you my sweet sweet anon

A winter wonderland award event seemed like one of the greatest ideas in theory but now that you were standing outside in a dress it wasn't so much anymore. You worked for an event coordinator company and you were in charge of holding events for different companies. It was mostly small events for one company this was going to be one of the biggest things you'd help organise. A huge company party with different companies ranging from SM, JYP, BigHit, and so many others. Along with all of their idols that wanted to attend the party which was why you were standing outside in the freezing cold. Keeping watch on all of the attendees at the party, making sure everyone who was meant to be there was there. With the help from security guards and other workers from your company.

Outside there was a huge red carpet that was under a long canopy so that the snow wouldn't hit the guests or the photographers that were there to take photos of everything. Only authorised paparazzi were allowed to be in the area, anyone without a name badge was kicked out on the spot.

"You look cold," You jumped a little when you heard the voice of your best friend come from behind you and then a blazer was wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled as you looked up at Chan who had come outside when he noticed you still hadn't ventured inside of the venue yet. The two of you had been best friends since you'd met almost 7 years ago, the both of you had moved to Korea at such a young age it made sense for the two of you to become friends.

"Thanks, Chan," You sighed in relief snuggling into the warmth of his jacket then remembering that would leave him without one,

"Won't you be cold?" You questioned turning to look at him, he was standing in nothing but some suit trousers and a dress shirt, his bow tie tilted to the side which made you giggle a little.

"No, I'm fine. I don't even feel it," He laughed as he looked at you still shivering away as you tried to make sure everything was going according to plan.

"Relax, everyone loves it inside," He told you as you reached up to start straightening the bow tie he was wearing, cameras flashing instantly as they all caught the two of you together. There had been multiple rumours about your friendship being more than a friendship but it couldn't have been further from the truth. Besides the fact that you saw Chan as nothing more than a brother, you were also dating somebody else. Someone that you had to keep so under wraps hardly anyone except you, him and Chan knew about it.

"Is Taehyung having a good time?" You asked as you moved away from him not wanting the articles to have too much to work with on their fake rumours,

"Seems to be, think he misses you though." Chan chuckled as he remembered seeing Taehyung looking for you the entire time. Taehyung and you had been together just short of six months and the relationship was perfect. The two of you had met at one of your events when he thought you were a new idol that not many people knew about which lead to him asking you out on a date when he finally realised you weren't. Dating idols wasn't forbidden in your contract but it was in Taehyung's that he wasn't allowed to date idols or anyone for that matter. BigHit had a dating ban on the boys but it didn't stop them from dating or asking those they wanted to out on dates.

"I'll be in soon, just have to make sure everything is okay out here-"

"Y/n. Everything is fine out here, go inside. Get a hot chocolate and relax." He whispered as he realised you would just keep putting it off going inside whenever you could, always making up some excuse to stop yourself.

"There's no paparazzi in there, there's just all of the idols and managers...No one is going to care if you and Taehyung are seen standing next to each other and dancing." Chan smiled as he said all of this to you but inside he was jealous of your relationship with Taehyung. He would never do anything to ruin the great thing you had going but it didn't stop the strong feelings that he had for you. For the longest time he had been in love with you, at first, he thought it was some silly crush that would fade with time but as time went on he realised the feelings weren't going but you didn't feel the same. It was just something that he was going to have to deal with and as long as you were happy with Taehyung that was all that mattered to him.

"Fine," You mumbled handing over your clipboard to one of the guards and headed inside.

The whole venue was done out to make it look like a winter wonderland, there was fake snow constantly falling from the beams, then there were different small vendors set up around the venue. All of them winter-themed and made to look like the idols were out at a Christmas or winter market.

"You went all out, it looks fantastic," Chan whispered as he linked your arm with his and walked you through the venue trying to find where Taehyung was but he had already seen you. Watching from the distance as Chan held onto you and kept you wrapped up in his own jacket. Jealous bubbled up inside of him as he watched the two of you walk towards a hot chocolate booth.

"Go and talk to her, she's your girlfriend," Jimin mentioned as he noticed where Taehyung was looking. You were standing there in a red and white dress that had different fake diamonds all along the bodice of it which in turn make everything reflect off of you.

"She's friends with him, what if I go over and make it obvious that I know he has a crush on her," He mumbled throwing down the food he had been eating onto the plate and sitting back in his chair. Taehyung would have been an idiot if he didn't see the way that Chan looked at you, it was as if you were the only person in the room and Taehyung only knew that because that was how he looked at you.

"Just go over and kiss her, I'm sick of hearing you complain about how much you've missed her." With a quick shove of Taehyung's chair, he was up on his feet and making his way over to you and Chan.

"I told Felix to add some salted caramel chunks to his brownies, make sure he listens to me," You whined as you playfully pushed Chan's chest,

"Hey baby, I missed you." Taehyung locked eyes with Chan as he pressed a small and gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder. Silently making it known that he was there now and Chan didn't need to be but Chan didn't move.

"Hi, we were just talking about Lix's brownies. Remember the ones took to you at work the other day?" Taehyung nodded his head as he remembered, it was some of the best baking he'd tasted,

"It was the best baking I've had, which was how I knew you didn't make them. Tell Felix we all said thank you?" He asked Chan who nodded as he avoided his eye contact.

"Sure, I'll go and find him now..." As Chan turned to leave you frowned,

"I thought we were getting hot chocolates and going to dance?" You felt Taehyung tense up beside you, you turned to look at him and Chan just cleared his throat.

"I should go and find the boys, I'll see you later." Without giving you a chance to protest against him he was gone and out of your sights.

"What was that about?" You questioned Taehyung as you looked into his eyes wondering if he had done something to Chan when you weren't around but Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. Pulling you towards the dance floor so that he could finally be close and alone with you. He placed one hand on your waist and held your hand in his free one,

"I've missed you," He whispered as you began slow dancing to one of the songs that were playing, you smiled as you felt the butterflies go wild in your stomach,

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I was so busy this week but with the planning-" He leant forward to kiss your lips softly and shook his head,

"You did a fantastic job, I'm proud of you." He whispered as he turned you out of his arms only to pull you back once again, smirking as you glared at him for kissing you in public.

"Baby someone could see," You whined as you looked around you both nervously hoping that nobody had seen him kiss you but he just let go of you.

"But you don't care if you're seen with Chan." He snapped at you, his voice was a little loud as it gained the attention of people around you. You smiled awkwardly as you took hold of his hand pulling him off the dance floor and in the direction of the toilets. Chan looked up when he heard his name being called out, he stared at you as he watched you dragging Taehyung out into a hallway,

"What's your problem Tae? You know me and Chan have been friends for ages that's why we can be seen together-"

"Neither of you are doing something about the rumours...." The tone in his voice changed completely from anger to sadness and you felt your heart sink a the thought of him thinking there was something going on behind his back.

"Tae-"

"You never deny the dating rumours! You only make them look more true when you're standing so close or acting like a couple! Do you have any idea how it makes me feel?!" People were all turning to look at you now as they heard Taehyung raising his voice again, his face turning red as he got angrier with the fact that you were so oblivious to it all.

"Do you really not see the way he looks at you?! The way he's always lingering after you?!" You shook your head as he continued to list of all of the different reasons he knew that Chan liked you. Trying your best to ignore them since Chan had always been one of the best friends in your life.

"He's my friend Tae, we've been-"

"Friends since we both moved here, he's always been there for me and you're blind if you don't see it." He finished off as he moved away from you, ignoring your calls for him to stay by your side.

"I don't want to hear it. Go and kiss Chan, go and be all couple-like with Chan. I don't care anymore." He mumbled as he walked through to the main hall leaving you alone.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood there watching him walk away from you, you stopped once you saw some idols coming your way and headed towards a staircase to sit down and cry to yourself.

"I thought the princesses were supposed to be happy at the balls," You heard the thick Australian accent you love so much say before you felt someone sit down beside you on the step.

"Hey," You mumbled laying your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Why are you crying at your own party?" You scoffed at the question and rolled your eyes,

"It's not my party, it's the companies...Tae and I had a fight." You mumbled taking tissue from his hands and wiping your eyes carefully trying not to ruin the makeup you had on.

"What about? I heard him yelling but I didn't know what it was all about," You rolled your eyes as you looked at Chan,

"He's convinced you like me in any other way than a friend," That was when Chan's mouth shut and he stayed silent. Your heart raced with anxiety as he continued not to deny what you had said to him and he bit down on his lip,

"Y-Y/n we've been friends for a while and I wouldn't say anything if it meant making things weird between us." He whispered as he looked at you, that was when it hit you. Everything Taehyung had said was right. Chan did have a crush on you.

"Chan you know I see you-" You tried to speak but he cut you off with a weak smile,

"Like a brother I know, which was why I never told you," He admitted as he looked up at you, your heart sinking as you realised this could potentially ruin the friendship between you.

"W-Will we be okay? I mean as friends?" You questioned as you looked up at him, he smiled weakly once again and nodded.

"Maybe now I know the rejection is real I can move on...You should go and find Tae." He told you as he got up from the step, holding out his hand for you to take.

"You okay?" You questioned as you looked at him, searching his eyes for a real answer and he nodded his head.

"I will be...I knew before that nothing would happen. Let's just pretend it never happened?" You smiled weakly this time but nodded your head at him, hoping that the two of you could continue to be friends even after this came out into the open.

Taehyung saw you coming towards him and he bit down on his lip since he'd been yelling at you and stormed off he'd been feeling guilty for it. He trusted you with his life and he knew you would never do anything to hurt him but with the jealously he was feeling he couldn't help it. Deep down he knew there was nothing you nor Chan could do about the rumours and he would have to deal with it.

"I'm Sorry-"

"I'm sorry-" You both said in unison as you stood in front of him, your body feeling warm as you got embarrassed in front of the BTS boys who were all watching you closely. Taehyung glared at them and took you into the same space you had been when he had yelled at you before,

"How long have you known that he liked me?" You questioned as Taehyung locked eyes with you, he bit down on his lip realising what he had just done, almost ruined a perfectly good friendship because he was feeling slightly jealous. He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in his throat and he scratched the back of his neck nervously,

"Since I saw the way he looked at you." He mumbled looking down at the floor, you stepped forward as you titled his head up to look at you again. Shaking your head at him as you leant forward to kiss his lips softly. Even if Chan had told you before now you could never see him as anything but a baby brother to you,

"There is nothing on this earth, no one on this Earth that could come between us...You know that right?" The words sounded too good to be true as he looked at you but he nodded his head looking at you as he bit down on his lip.

"I'm sorry," You smiled weakly at his apology but snuggled your head into his chest as he hugged you tightly, his arms wrapped around your waist as he laid his head on top of yours.

"I'll make it up to Chan, I'll take him out on a guys night or something," He whispered to you, trying to prove to you that he would try where Chan was concerned.

"Okay baby, okay." You whispered to him, kissing his chest as you looked up and over into the main room where everything was happening.

"We should go and finish dancing before the night ends...After tonight and tomorrow, I have another event to start planning." You pouted as you leant up on your tiptoes to kiss his lips again pulling away as you walked in the direction of the main hall. You waved over at Chan who smiled back at you, waving at Taehyung who sent him a small smile.

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fairyreaper22345 · 3 years

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Bokuto Being A Happy Owl, 5 Times in a Row

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ship: bokuto koutarou/akaashi keiji

words: 2625

tags: 5+1 Things, Established Relationship, Mentioned Kuroo Tetsurou, Kuroo Thirdwheels BokuAka, One Shot, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Owl Bokuto Koutarou, Owl Akaashi Keiji, Akaashi Keiji is Soft for Bokuto Koutarou, Non-Sexual Shower Sharing

summary:

5 times Bokuto was a happy owl, and 1 time Akaashi was too.

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1 - Taking Food Without Feeling the Need to Hide or Show Aggression

“Akaashi! Akaashi!” Bokuto sang, like a bird repeating a tune - it hardly still sounded like a name. He said it so often, crowing it repetitively like a chick in the nest, that it felt more like a gust of wind or a poem in a foreign language.

“Mmm?” Akaashi hummed, indicating he was listening to his boyfriend, but his eyes were still trained down on the paper plate in his lap as he sliced the yakiniku into edible strips of pure, thick, barbecued meat. Kou’s favourite. Kou had a lot of favourites, he was frankly very opinionated - he had a favourite multiple of 7, even (49) - but his favourite person, favourite teammate, favourite thing in the whole wide world, was Akaashi Keiji, and he made sure Akaashi knew it.

“Did you see that AWESOME cut shot I did the other day? Didya? Didya Akaashi?”

“Yes, Bokuto-san,” he continued, still not looking up, stabbing a piece of meat with his plastic fork and lifting it up to Bokuto’s mouth. Bokuto took it between his teeth eagerly, chewing, continuing to talk, “it was a fluke! I bet I could do it again though Akaashi. You gotta let me try again!”

Akaashi nodded, sort of listening and sort of not, still slicing meat to feed to his overactive boyfriend.

“Come here,” he said, positioning the meat in front of Kou’s face, staring subconsciously into his golden eyes. With a bright, beaming, 24-karat smile, Bokuto opened his mouth as wide as he could.

“Really guys? There are first years here,” muttered Kuroo, tired of third-wheeling their overly wholesome relationship. He was slightly jealous of how easily they displayed affection in public, but mostly he was just… so, so tired. Like, c’mon guys. We get it, you love each other. Jesus.

Through chewing, Bokuto somehow managed to reply, “you wish you had what we have.”

Kuroo really, really didn’t.

Okay, maybe a little, but that was a whole other thing.

2 - Gently Using Beak, Feet and Talons

Bokuto liked being little spoon. He felt safe, with Akaashi's arms wrapped around him like a mother goose protecting a gosling. He liked when Akaashi nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck.

But he liked being big spoon, too - he was a big guy, 6'1", 78 kilos of pure muscle - and he felt so powerful when his huge, muscular arms cradled Akaashi, a nest of blankets above them, his face breathing warmly into Akaashi’s space. When Akaashi’s feathery locks brushed his nose, he felt so safe, and felt like Kaashi was safe too.

He wasn’t the most… immobile cuddler. Something about the way Bokuto was meant that he really struggled to stay still - so when he snuggled with Akaashi, his boyfriend, light of his life, protagonist of his world, he couldn’t help but fidget, his feet twitching occasionally, his fingernails running lightly over Akaashi’s tummy and drawing shapes and writing names gently on his skin. His nails weren’t sharp, exactly, but they were pointed, and when he would slightly scratch how much he cared into Kaashi’s flesh, the marks would stay a little while, even though they never hurt.

Kaashi’s skin was fragile, see. He bruised easily, often ending up with bruised legs and no idea how the bruises even got there (turns out Bo kicked calmly when he dreamed). Keiji having such sensitive skin was both a joy and a pain in the butt - Bokuto loved it when he could see his biting kisses still on his setter’s shoulders from the night before, but more than once it had led to uncomfortable confrontations in the clubroom.

Kotarou was always very placid with his angel; he feared harming this delicate, not frail exactly but certainly not robust, beautiful dove of a man. Akaashi was a clear, ripple-less lake, a cloudless sky, a gliding bird, a swan in flight, and Bokuto treasured every raindrop of time they spent together.

When they huddled together, on a couch or in Akaashi’s too-small bed, Bokuto always was so, so patient with Akaashi, so gentle, his hands roaming less like jeeps and more like kingfishers searching for a flower to drink from. His feather-light kisses trailed from Akaashi’s cheeks, to his neck, to his forearms, all the way up his long, talon-like fingers, where they rested ever so carefully against the pads of Akaashi’s fingertips.

With Bokuto curled so meticulously, so caringly around his spine, Bo’s arms like powerful wings extending from his body and curled flush around his torso, Akaashi felt safe. He felt loved. He felt, as Kotarou’s biceps pressed just a little too heavily against him, that he belonged with those dull nails against his tummy, and the bouncing feet against his calves, and the kisses lighting sparks in his heart. He belonged there, with Bokuto. And there he planned on staying.

3 - Allopreening

Another practise match against Nekoma. Another narrow victory.

The team captain squatted on the gym floor, his body so low to the ground, but just high enough for him to tuck his feet underneath himself. Sweat stained through his uniform - it was lucky they wore black, or the marks would be more than obvious - and his hair gel was slipping, horns deflating with exhaustion rather than emotion.

Akaashi couldn’t help but stare at him. He was only sitting two or so feet away, on the bench, chugging water from his bottle, admiring the glistening of Bokuto’s arms, the way his broad chest heaved with hard breaths, the way his slick hair started to fall from it’s heavy-sprayed position.

Keiji loved Bokuto’s hair. Sure, it was pretty when it was down, but Bokuto never felt more like himself than when his locks were shaped into a crown, with his face like a bird's nest settled comfortably in the crook between branches. It was more genuine, like that - he just wasn’t himself when his hair was down. He even slept with the horns, for goodness’ sake - it can’t have been good for his hair, but he liked it that way. With his hair up like that, he was just so unapologetically Bokuto , and that was all that Keiji wanted, and all that Keiji loved.

Kotarou’s golden eyes looked up to find Akaashi, not glaring exactly, but he always had that harsh face. In reality, he was looking with infatuation, obsession, a love so overwhelming it consumed his every moment. Bokuto had gotten used to this. At first he thought the looks were aggressive, or reproachful, but he learned with time that those hard, expressionless looks simply meant that Akaashi valued him above everything else. Above volleyball, above gold, above the future and the world - to Akaashi, Bokuto was worth all of it and more. His heart was pure, and it belonged to Bo, and to him alone.

“Hey,” he offered, still attempting to catch his breath, his hair elevating ever so slightly as his eyes locked with his setter’s.

“Hey.”

His hand reached out, gentle as water on a lake, to close the distance between them. His nails landed just above Akaashi’s hairline, wiping sweat away from his face haphazardly, trying not to mess up his fringe.

“You had some sweat there.”

“I’ve got sweat everywhere, Bokuto-san.”

Kotarou smiled, just a little, lifting himself so his face was in Keiji’s, and he started using the hem of his shirt to mop at Keiji’s pinking face.

When he lifted the cloth, his abdomen poked out, his belly button searing itself into Kaashi’s vision, the chiseled and tight muscle - born from hours upon hours of workout routines - seeming to reflect the artificial golden light from the gym’s strip lights and making him look a little more blessed than usual. With a body like that, Kotarou could do whatever he wanted, seduce anyone he wanted, play any sport or perform any role (that was, assuming said role was of a member of the Greek pantheon). He was just- he was- that torso- if the gods have ever visited Earth, then Bokuto, with his wings and his horns and his claws and his abs (oh man, his abs) was their last true descendant. His swan-like grace as he flew up to spike, and that eagle’s eye precision… he was a tengu , for sure.

And then the shirt lowered, and Akaashi snapped back into focus, and now he was sweating more, only this time it wasn’t from the game.

4 - Preening, Feaking and Bathing

Was it unusual for Kotarou to sing in the shower?

No.

Was it unusual for Kotarou to leave the door unlocked when he showered?

Also no - apparently he was paranoid about slipping in the tub and ending up dead on the tile.

Was it unusual for Kotarou to attempt to write songs as he showered, the door wide open, cawing loudly about Akaashi’s eyes?

Yes.

He stood in Akaashi’s bathroom (he was staying with him for the weekend - Keiji’s parents were thrilled to see Bokuto again, and he was allowed to use their shower whenever he pleased), soap suds all over his body, massaging his pecs with moisturising body wash. He wasn’t wearing clothes, and Akaashi knew he shouldn’t stare, but with the way he was smiling and singing- “and his EEEEEEEYES, they’re like… uh, hold on, what rhymes with eyes-” and his body was covered with bubbles, Akaashi couldn’t really help it.

“Akaashi!”

Keiji took a second, and then realised Bokuto - oh, beautiful, handsome, magical Bokuto, Bokuto who moved like the wind, Bokuto who smiled like the sun and kissed like flower petals and laughed like birdsong - was talking to him, gesturing, flapping his hand and suggesting Akaashi joined him.

“C’mon! Can you help me with my hair?”

Keiji felt his cheeks flare up - Bokuto asked him to share a bathroom, to stand together with nothing but hot water and steam between them, and- and he asked him to touch-

Letting out a strangled hum of agreement, sounding like a chick that hadn’t yet found its song, Akaashi pushed himself forward, stripping down and filling his hands with shampoo. As Bokuto knelt down, so Keiji could better massage the shampoo into his hair, Akaashi couldn't stop himself from dwelling on the stretch marks on his biceps and thighs, where he'd gained so much muscle in so little time that his body just couldn't keep up. The slightly purple, pulled skin just made his wingspan look larger, the muscle more toned and defined (not that he needed it), the strong body even more beautiful and unique and Bokuto .

Bokuto played enthusiastically with the bubbles as Akaashi’s long fingers ran through his iridescent silver-black hair, using them to make it look as if he had the world’s fluffiest beard, and then covering his hands in bubbles and pretending they were some form of water magic.

It was so endearing. He was so at ease, and the world seemed to follow - the shower water wasn’t as harsh and biting as it was when Akaashi was alone, and the sunshine from the small frosted window kept making a dappled spotlight flicker on and off Bokuto’s statuesque arms.

Massaging lotion into his boyfriend’s shoulders, Akaashi thought to himself.

Hm, he thought. When Michelangelo sculpted his masterpiece, this must’ve been what drove him.

5 - Content Vocalisations and Standing on One Foot

The whistling of the kettle filled Bokuto’s small kitchen, the high pitch interrupted as Keiji lifted it and poured his and his boyfriend’s morning tea - calming chamomile for him, berry for Bokuto - and the placid tune of the radio drifted hazily through the room like a mating tune for dawn-rising birds. The windows were open, and the dew that rested in the air felt clean as the slight breeze from outside dusted it on Akaashi’s face. Sipping from his favourite mug (novelty - huge, shaped like an owl, with black and gold glittery eyes), Bokuto hummed lightly to himself, bouncing on the tips of his toes. The music felt comforting to him, and occasionally between sips he’d try and whistle along, or sing a couple of the words if he remembered them - every time he did, Akaashi gave him one of those special smiles, the ones where his ice-eyes melted from sub-zero to a warm bath, and his mouth tugged up into a crescent moon.

Akaashi’s smile was the moon, and Bokuto was nocturnal.

Soon enough, a song came on that Bokuto knew, and his grin stopped for just a moment; and then it was back, wider than ever, as he haphazardly placed his mug on the counter, his heart in Akaashi’s hands, and the lyrics in his throat. Kaashi was in his arms as he pranced through his kitchen, caroling to a song Akaashi would treasure, throwing his legs into the air and doing clumsy pirouettes on his linoleum floor. The chorus felt like a love spell - or perhaps a curse of passion - and Akaashi was under it, with the way he tried to swerve underneath Bokuto’s impressive wingspan as they made up a dance as they went.

The tune finished, but Kotarou continued, fingers darting up Akaashi’s arms, then to his hips, then twisting him around like a ribbon in a traditional Chinese dance. He’d laugh, and whistle, and just make little noises as Akaashi played along, and when he put him down Keiji all but jumped into Bokuto’s arms.

“It’s like I was flying,” he said, tucking his arms in as close as they could get to Kotarou’s strong back muscles, trying to not to let Bokuto stand on his feet as they twisted in patient harmony.

Bokuto saw that smile again, that crescent-moon smile that he thrived under, and couldn’t restrain himself from kissing it like that was all he had.

Akaashi tasted like chamomile - a chamomile crescent.

+1 - Comfortable Playfulness

Bokuto was his own brand of chaos - uncontrolled, unpredictable - and in a way, Akaashi was too. Akaashi was controlled, and patient, but had a way of making the weird seem normal and the normal seem weird. When Kaashi relaxed, stopped overthinking, put his heart before his head and pushed all his responsibility aside, he was a handful, playful, an exhibit of unrestrained joy.

It was no mystery that this version of him existed only when Bokuto sat beside him.

“Kaashi,” started Bokuto.

“Bo.”

Bokuto stopped, knowing he’d just been interrupted.

“Akaashi-” he tried, starting again.

“Bokuto.”

Squinting, Bokuto smiled, and tried a third time.

“Keiji-”

“Kotarou.”

“You’re playing a game! You’re messing with me, aren’t you!”

Restraining a polite snort, Akaashi looked up, his eyes intense and humoured, his brows furrowed in a way that was almost avian. “Me? Never.”

Bokuto, ever so gently, pushed Akaashi, just to see if he’d comply.

Akaashi damn-near grinned, before shoving Bokuto as hard as he could.

“Oh, it is so on,” Bokuto said, jumping out of his position on the couch and running after Kaashi as he dashed to the door.

“Catch me first!”

Akaashi might tease Bokuto, and he might pretend to be cold and empty and he might sigh with discontent as Kou fell into one of his slumps, but as they chased each other around the house, taking chips from the fridge and eating a few before throwing them at each other, politely tapping each other to say who was “it”, fixing each others’ hair after messing it up with kisses, adjusting their shirts and laughing to each other as they fell in a heap on the floor, Kaashi knew there’s not a single person on Earth he’d rather hold.

In this life, and every one following, in every reality, Akaashi and Bokuto were in love.

Akaashi and Bokuto were both handfuls - but that’s why they held each others’ hands.

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fanfictionisusuallylife · 3 years

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Bokuto Being A Happy Owl, 5 Times In A Row

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ship: bokuto koutarou/akaashi keiji

words: 2625

summary:

5 times Bokuto was a happy owl, and 1 time Akaashi was too.

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1 - Taking Food Without Feeling the Need to Hide or Show Aggression

“Did you see that AWESOME cut shot I did the other day? Didya? Didya Akaashi?”

Akaashi nodded, sort of listening and sort of not, still slicing meat to feed to his overactive boyfriend.

Through chewing, Bokuto somehow managed to reply, “you wish you had what we have.”

Kuroo really, really didn’t.

Okay, maybe a little, but that was a whole other thing.

2 - Gently Using Beak, Feet and Talons

Bokuto liked being little spoon. He felt safe, with Akaashi's arms wrapped around him like a mother goose protecting a gosling. He liked when Akaashi nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck.

3 - Allopreening

Another practise match against Nekoma. Another narrow victory.

Keiji loved Bokuto’s hair. Sure, it was pretty when it was down, but Bokuto never felt more like himself than when his locks were shaped into a crown, with his face like a bird's nest settled comfortably in the crook between branches. It was more genuine, like that - he just wasn’t himself when his hair was down. He even slept with the horns, for goodness’ sake - it can’t have been good for his hair, but he liked it that way. With his hair up like that, he was just so unapologetically Bokuto, and that was all that Keiji wanted, and all that Keiji loved.

“Hey,” he offered, still attempting to catch his breath, his hair elevating ever so slightly as his eyes locked with his setter’s.

“Hey.”

“You had some sweat there.”

“I’ve got sweat everywhere, Bokuto-san.”

Kotarou smiled, just a little, lifting himself so his face was in Keiji’s, and he started using the hem of his shirt to mop at Keiji’s pinking face.

And then the shirt lowered, and Akaashi snapped back into focus, and now he was sweating more, only this time it wasn’t from the game.

4 - Preening, Feaking and Bathing

Was it unusual for Kotarou to sing in the shower?

No.

Was it unusual for Kotarou to leave the door unlocked when he showered?

Also no - apparently he was paranoid about slipping in the tub and ending up dead on the tile.

Was it unusual for Kotarou to attempt to write songs as he showered, the door wide open, cawing loudly about Akaashi’s eyes?

Yes.

“Akaashi!”

“C’mon! Can you help me with my hair?”

Keiji felt his cheeks flare up - Bokuto asked him to share a bathroom, to stand together with nothing but hot water and steam between them, and- and he asked him to touch-

Massaging lotion into his boyfriend’s shoulders, Akaashi thought to himself.

Hm, he thought. When Michelangelo sculpted his masterpiece, this must’ve been what drove him.

5 - Content Vocalisations and Standing on One Foot

Akaashi’s smile was the moon, and Bokuto was nocturnal.

Bokuto saw that smile again, that crescent-moon smile that he thrived under, and couldn’t restrain himself from kissing it like that was all he had.

Akaashi tasted like chamomile - a chamomile crescent.

+1 - Comfortable Playfulness

It was no mystery that this version of him existed only when Bokuto sat beside him.

“Kaashi,” started Bokuto.

“Bo.”

Bokuto stopped, knowing he’d just been interrupted.

“Akaashi-” he tried, starting again.

“Bokuto.”

Squinting, Bokuto smiled, and tried a third time.

“Keiji-”

“Kotarou.”

“You’re playing a game! You’re messing with me, aren’t you!”

Restraining a polite snort, Akaashi looked up, his eyes intense and humoured, his brows furrowed in a way that was almost avian. “Me? Never.”

Bokuto, ever so gently, pushed Akaashi, just to see if he’d comply.

Akaashi damn-near grinned, before shoving Bokuto as hard as he could.

“Oh, it is so on,” Bokuto said, jumping out of his position on the couch and running after Kaashi as he dashed to the door.

“Catch me first!”

In this life, and every one following, in every reality, Akaashi and Bokuto were in love.

Akaashi and Bokuto were both handfuls - but that’s why they held each others’ hands.

#Bokuto Being A Happy Owl‚ 5 Times In A Row #haikyuu!!#ship fics #akaashi-centric #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #bokuaka

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Music Store Romance (Kim Hongjoong/Smut)

A/N: This was inspired by his Purple Rain cover and the fact that Hongjoong is a music lover in it’s finest form. Also this jumps around a lot because my brain jumped around a lot while I writing it. I apologize.

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tags: Highschool au! because that’s all i can write apparently, loner au!, friends to lovers?? Switch! Hongjoong, Switch! reader. I don’t think Hongjoong’s parents are like this obviously but for stories sake

Word count: 5550

The music store was a dingey, old place. Filled practically from floor to ceiling with records, cds and tapes, it had everything you could imagine. It was a little escape for music lovers and it was your home, quite literally. Your family lived above the store and owned it. It was only natural that you had a love for music, it was only natural that you worked there.

When you weren’t at school, you were at the store and you had 0 problems with it. The amount of interesting people you met there was worth the hours you made in a day.

Today was no different, your classes had ended and you were back in the store sorting through some records. Things were always being mixed up and with the amount of music the store had and secondhand records were flying around, it was easy to get things mixed up. Today you were the only one working and the only one in the store in general.

You turned the speakers up, some random record playing some soft rock. It was your random choice of the day, only to be disturbed by the bell above the door ringing. Looking up from your pile, your eyes met very familiar ones coupled with a head of silver hair.

Hongjoong wasn’t someone you expected to see outside of class, well at least not in your store. He was quiet, the type to always sit in the back of the class and hardly ever said a word. People kept their distance from him, not because he was scary but because he didn’t seem open to it and made it known by facial expressions alone. You two had never really crossed paths and you weren’t really expecting you.

“Hi, if I can help you with anything let me know.” You simply said, putting your shop voice on. You weren’t going to go out of your way to make small talk. “Oh, thanks.” He said and paused in front of your counter where you stood. “Do we go to school together?” He asked and you looked back up, eyes locking once more. Nodding, you smiled softly. You never really looked at Hongjoong before, sure you had seen him but you never really looked. He had smooth skin in a nice shade, silver hair cut messily to just fall into his bright eyes.

“Oh cool.” He said and nodded a little before walking further into the store. He was very unbothered by the exchange but you were left kind of breathless, you never knew he was so pretty.

You moved to the record player, changing out the record because you were tired of the repetitive rock beat in the store. As you were flipping through your selection and deciding what to listen to, a record was being pushed over the counter. “Try that, it’s relaxing and has good vibe for background music.” Hongjoong said with a smile. “Oh okay.” You said and looked at it. It was a jazz record, mainly instrumental and not anything you had heard of before.

“Interesting choice, didn’t take you for a jazz person.” You said, putting the music on and adjusting the volume. Hongjoong was leaning against the counter, flipping through the flyers for random events on it. “I listen to anything, as long as it sounds good.” He said, looking at you. “I’ve never seen you here before, did you just start working here?” He asked and you laughed. “I’m always here, after school, before school. Always. You must come in after dinner because that’s the only time I’m not here.” You said and ran your finger’s through your hair.

“Hey Y/N? Can you come catalogue these albums?” Your dad asked, coming down the stairs from your house and into the store. “Ah, Hongjoong! You haven’t come in for a while.” Your father said and went to hug you school mate. You were incredibly confused, it seemed your father knew him better than you did. “Haven’t really had money to spend, sir.” Hongjoong answered with an apologetic smile, something you took note of.

Hongjoong loved the old music store, it was a little haven for him, a hidden gem. The owner’s were kind and music lovers, people he could have a good conversation with. It was his place.

“You know you’re always welcome to just come in and listen to stuff.” Your dad said and moved behind the counter with you. “You two know eachother?” Your father asked and you blinked at Hongjoong for a moment. “Yeah we go to school together.” He said and your dad smiled widely. “I’m gonna go catalogue those albums.” You said and left your father and Hongjoong to talk.

Hongjoong watched you walk away to the back of the store, you seemed close to the owner and it really amazed him how he never saw you here before. Especially considering how often he was there.

“Hope my daughter doesn’t give you too hard of a time at school.” Your father said and Hongjoong smiled, that’s why you were so close to him. “No, she’s always nice.” Hongjoong lied, not wanting to throw you under the bus. It wasn’t that you were mean, no one was mean to Hongjoong. But no one really spoke to him either. But that wasn’t anything your father needed to know.

“That’s a relief. Something on your mind son?” He asked and Hongjoong blinked slightly. There was a lot on his mind, all the time. Hongjoong was strapped for cash, on the verge of being kicked out of his house and he was lonely. “No, just thinking. Do you guys have any jobs available?” Hongjoong asked quickly and your father smiled. He needed money and he loved this place, it wasn’t a problem. “Always, especially for someone with the knowledge you have.” Your father said, leaving Hongjoong smiling.

The next day, you headed home after class. You didn’t notice that someone was following you because of your headphones, but when their shadow caught up to you, you couldn’t help but turn around. Your school skirt lifting with the wind slightly as you did so.

“Hongjoong?” You asked, the familiar silver head of hair a few feet behind you. “Yeah.” He said and you stood, crossing your arms. “Are you following me home?” Your words came out with a pout and Hongjoong laughed. It took him a few more moments to reach where you stood and he took a breath.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much. Your dad hired me yesterday.” He explained and you scrunched up your face. Surely your father would have mentioned it over dinner. “Really?” You asked, your voice sounding almost disappointed even though you didn’t mean it to be. “Wow, try not to sound too disappointed.” Hongjoong said and brushed past you. “I didn’t mean it like that, dad just didn’t tell me.” You turned and caught up with him again.

“I’m glad I actually have a coworker that isn’t my mom or dad.” You said happily. You never meant to make anyone feel bad on purpose. Your words were met with silence and you decided to just keep your mouth shut the rest of the walk home.

Hongjoong knew people didn’t particularly enjoy being around him, he never understood why. He really tried his best but it just really seemed that way.

“I’m sorry Hongjoong, I didn’t mean it like that really.” You said as you stood infront of the entrance to the store. He blinked at you, his eyelashes batting slightly and you swallowed thickly. Why was he making you feel this way with just a look.

“It’s alright. I guess I’m just to people not liking me.” He said and held the door open for you. His words hurt you. Did you do something in the past to make him think you didn’t like him? You didn’t know anything about him, how could you not like him. You stopped and looked at him again. “How can I not like you, I don’t know anything about you?” You asked and he looked to the floor. “You’re right, i’m sorry.” He apologized and his eyes met yours again.

“Clean start?” You asked, avoiding his gaze slightly. “Clean start... Now where do i get started boss?” He asked with a huge smile. “Boss, I like the sound of that.” You said and moved past him to move behind the counter. Hongjoong looked at you with expecting eyes and you were doing everything to avoid eye contact. You didn’t like the feelings that were bubbling up in your stomach every time he looked at you. The butterflies were too intense.

He felt bad about judging you so fast and the way you thought about him. But once you get used to something it was hard to let things go. It was something he wanted to learn, something he needed to learn.

You taught him well, his first day at the music store and he was almost dreading going home. Hongjoong found himself watching you, your little mannerisms and the way you tackled certain tasks really appealed to him. He didn’t particularly understand why. But he was still taking a minute to get comfortable with you.

It took about a month for you and Hongjoong to start talking, like really talking. Not about music or about things having to do with the store, but like friends. Your days at work had become something you looked forward to quite a bit, but at school he still seemed to keep his distance. Nodding his head at you, but then going to sit somewhere else. It was disheartening, made you wonder if he even liked you.

Looking at him from across the store, you fumbled with the cassette tapes that were all mixed up due to kids messing around with them. Hongjoong heard them falling to the floor and looked at you as you shook your head and bent over to pick them up. “You alright, Y/N?” He asked and you popped back up from the floor. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about stuff.” You answered, shaking off your thoughts as you finished organizing.

“You sure, you seem... out of it.” He pressed on and you smiled. Hongjoong was watching you intently, worried about you. “We’re friends you know, you can talk to me.” He said and your eyes went wide. “So we are friends? I wasn’t sure.” You asked and moved over to the counter to take a sip of water. It was a very slow day.

“That was the problem?” He asked, wide eyes staring at you. “I mean kinda, I wasn’t sure if we were.” You pouted, fumbling with the papers on the counter. “Like we never really talk at school. I thought we would considering how much we talk here. So I guess I thought you didn’t want to spend more time with me than you had too.” You added on, avoiding eye contact and looking down at your hands.

Hongjoong grabbed your hand, his thumb drawing circles in your palm. It caught you off guard but it was comforting in a weird way. “I didn’t know that you wanted that. I mean we spend so much time together here, that I thought you might want a break from my company.” He explained and you finally looked back up at him. Your expression was soft, your eyes sparkling in the natural light and Hongjoong felt himself swallow thickly. You were so kind to him.

“Well, believe it or not but I actually enjoy your company a lot.” You told him and squeezed his hand. It didn’t help that the song playing in the shop was a sickly sweet song. “Let’s hang out more, in class and stuff. I’d really like it.” You said and he nodded. “I’d like it too.” Hongjoong said, his hand letting go of yours.

The next week it surprised you as you ate your lunch, feeling someone scoot next to you. Your friends looked surprised at the sudden intruder on their lunch and you couldn’t help but smile feeling the leather from his jacket brush against your arms. “Hey.” He said with a bright smile. “Hey.” You said back, exchanging looks with your friends to let them know this was okay. “Guys, this is Hongjoong. We work together at my parent’s shop.” You said and they all nodded in understanding and introduced themselves. “This is something I could get used too.” You thought to yourself, hearing your friends talking and laughing. You looked at Hongjoong and watched him engage with the others. It made you feel warm.

“What made you get so into music?” You asked, the broom in your hand as you swept up the shop. Normally your father would do this, this late. But since you got a coworker who would be with you at night, he felt he could let you do it without too much worry.

Hongjoong stopped sweeping his side of the room and leaned against his broom. “Uhh, I don’t know. Music’s just always been there. It’s so different.” He paused and looked at you as he answered. “All music is just so different. You can say so much, with no words or say a lot with words. Music helps you feel. It helps you feel understood, it helps you understand others.” He talked about it as if it was his first love, you were almost jealous. “Music helps me forget about the things that aren’t right in my life.” He added on, shrugging and continuing to sweep.

“My parents aren’t the happiest with me. I feel like I’m going to be kicked out soon.” He said quietly, barely audible over the music in the store. Your heart shattered, his words stunned you so bad that the broom dropped out of your hands. “I’m sorry Hongjoong. I wish i could help.” You said and picked the broom up again.

“You help me alot, you just don’t know it. This place and working here is the closest to happy I’ve been. You’ve helped a lot.” He said quietly and your cheeks turned bright red. You turned away from him, acting like you were sweeping a different part of the floor. Only you didn’t want him to see the effect he had on you. “That’s really sweet Hongjoong.” You said and a new song started up over the speakers.

“Oh I love this song.” Hongjoong said and you heard him approach you with the broom. He tapped your shoulder, making you turn to look at him. He noticed the blush on your cheeks, thinking it was insanely cute especially when he grabbed your hand. “Dance with me?” He asked, pulling you into his chest. Your cheeks were completely flushed now and your hand was on his chest as you laughed. “Okay.” You said, trying to hide your face in his neck while giggling.

The song was upbeat, filled with trumpets and it was a song obviously from the 50′s. Spinning you, he pulled you back into his chest and smiled. He couldn’t help but be happy, you looked so beautiful. Laughing as you stumbled slightly, he held you up. “Woah there.” He said, steadying you by holding onto your waist. The song was close to being over, but he decided to spin you again because he loved the laugh that came out of you when he did.

“You’re so cute.” He said as he pulled you into his chest again. “No you are.” You said and let him go, the song being over. Hongjoong leaned against the rack and watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear. That might have been one of the moments you’d remember the rest of your life. It was one of the sweetest moments in your life.

You both sat, looking at eachother for a moment before he moved to grab the brooms. “Let’s finish this and lock up.” He interupted the silence, knowing that the night needed to end even though he didn’t want it to.

Hongjoong was really growing to love you, though he wasn’t fully aware of that at the time. He was greatfull for you, you helped him and made him feel better.

Though that good feeling he went home with didn’t last long. He was greeted with a shouting match from his parents and before he knew it, Hongjoong was outside with all of his things in bags. He felt it coming, he just wasn’t anticipating it happening so fast. He just wanted to go back in time, a few hours earlier where he was dancing with you and laughing.

You were still sat in the shop, talking with your father and mother about some odd people that were an out during the week. Your parents couldn’t help but laugh at some of their regulars. The music business in every way was an odd one.

It was already quite late, 10 p.m you read as you yawned. You were all about to turn the lights off in the store and go upstairs when a knock on the door stopped you. “Is that Hongjoong?” Your dad asked, quickly moving to go unlock the door. He had 3 bags with him, he looked distraught and seemed like he had been crying. To say you were worried was an understatement.

“Hongjoong, what are you doing here?” Your mother asked, looking him over slightly to see if he was physically okay. You stood behind them, your arms crossed as you watched him drop his bags in the shop. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go. I can leave I shouldn’t have come.” He said moving to grab his things again. He had instant guilt the second he entered the shop, before it seemed like a good idea. “No, no what happened?” Your mother asked and it looked like he was about to break down.

Hongjoong looked at you, blinking back tears and then started to explain what happened. “Alright, I will sort things out in the morning. You’re staying here for tonight.” Your father said and picked up Hongjoong’s things. “Come on upstairs.” Your mother added on and your parents disappeared into your house with his things. Hongjoong was frozen, just standing there and looking at the floor. You looked towards the stairs, before looking at him again.

You didn’t need to think twice before going and hugging him, pulling him into you tightly. It caught Hongjoong off guard but he totally wasn’t against it. The physical contact was everything he needed. Wrapping his arms around you he tucked his face into your neck. The hug was so intimate, comforting in every way and incredibly long. Your arms wrapped around his neck, petting his hair lightly. This was how you comforted all of your friends. Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around your waist and took a deep breath.

“I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have showed up like this.” He said into your neck, the vibrations from his words tickling your neck. “It’s okay, it really is.” You said, still petting his hair. Your pulled away, making him look at you and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go upstairs yeah?”

Hongjoong almost felt like he was intruding as he walked up the stairs straight into your living room. Your mom was getting the couch ready and all of Hongjoong’s bags were on the floor next to it. “Uhm, mom. I’ll take the couch. Hongjoong can have my room for the night.” You said, feeling like Hongjoong could use the comfort of a bed and not a couch. Hongjoong’s hand gripped yours even tighter at your words. “No, no I’ll take the couch.” Hongjoong argued with you and you sighed. “Take my bed, Hongjoong. For me.” You told him and he looked down to the floor.

He felt like such a burden, especially as he sat on the foot of your bed. Looking around your room, he took it all in. This was exactly what he expected your room to look like. Fairy lights hanging on the ceiling, a stack of records on the floor next to an old record player and pictures of you and your friends hanging around the room. Hongjoong tucked his head into his hands and rubbed his face, he needed comfort.

You were about to walk into your room to grab pajamas when your mother grabbed your arm. “Are you sure you’re comfortable having him in your room?Not that I don’t trust him, it’s just you’re my kid first.” She asked and you smiled, your parents always worried about you. “I know him, I trust him.” You said and she nodded. “Alright then. If you need us you know where we are.” She said and left to go to bed.

“Hey, can I come in? I need to grab some clothes.” You asked through the door and you could hear his small “Come in.” You opened the door slowly and smiled at him. He was sat on you bed, staring at your walls. “You’re allowed to move you know.” You said and he smiled weakly. “I know.” He mumbled and you bit your bottom lip. Moving to sit next to him, you grabbed his hand and let your thumb draw shapes on the skin. It was something he had done for you before.

“I feel like a burden, on everyone at this point.” He said, breaking the silence. “I don’t know what to do.” He added and you squeezed his hand. Your other hand moved up to his chin, you needed him to look at you. “You’re not a burden. We’ll figure things out and it’ll be okay.” You said and Hongjoong couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker down to your lips. Your fingers traced his jaw lightly before pulling it away. “You know, the happiest I’ve been in a while was today. Dancing with you and laughing. You really make me happy.” He said and cracked a genuine smile for the first time since he entered your house. His words made your chest fill with warmth and as you tried to look away.

Hongjoong’s hand mimicked your earlier actions, making you look at him again. His face a lot closer to yours and you could feel his breath on your skin. “C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered, you weren’t expecting the question. It made him even more endearing. You nodded and your eyes fluttered shut the second his lips touched yours.

They were soft and gentle against yours as his hands moved to cup your face. It was a soft sweet kiss, that was too short for your liking as he pulled away. He watched your reaction before moving your hair out of your face. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Your hand moved to his shirt, pulling his lips against yours a little harder this time and you could feel him smile. You nipped at his bottom lip lightly, the grip on his shirt releasing to lay flat on his chest.

“You really don’t have to ask.” You said as your forehead pressed to his and his arms wrapped around your waist. “Can you kiss me again then?” He asked with a cheeky smirk and you leaned forward. Pushing him back onto your bed, Hongjoong’s arms locked around you pulling you with him and you connected your lips. The kiss escalated quite quickly, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip as he gained more confidence. You hummed against his lips, adjusting the way you sat to straddle his hips.

You sat up, looking down at him as your hand still rested on his chest. Hongjoong propped himself up on his elbows and watched you as you caught your breath. He was always watching you, he couldn’t help himself. It was something he caught himself doing at work, watching the way you fumbled through cds or the way you pinned your hair back and your little mannerisms. He never understood why, but seeing you like this with the weight of your body resting on him comfortably made him realise why.

“I don’t think I ever want to stop kissing you.” he said and pulled you back down against his lips. You both couldn’t help but laugh, your actions were so rushed. Very much the typical horny teenagers and you both were giving in to it.

Hongjoong’s tongue slipped into your mouth and your hips rolled over his, making him buck against you. You let out a moan at the feeling and smiled feeling his hands travel lower, now resting at your hips and squeezing lightly. You rolled your hips again and he pulled away from your lips to throw his head back, moaning softly. It was a beautiful sound, soft and breathy, making you want to hear more.

Your lips moved to his jaw, kissing down lightly and sucking on his neck.You were being gentle, not wanting to overstep your boundaries and Hongjoong could sense that. “You want this, right?” He asked, hands cupping your face to make you look at him. “I do, do you?” You questioned in return and he smiled. “I definitely do. I just wanted to be sure.” He said and flipped you both over. Scooting you towards the middle of the bed again, Hongjoong’s fingers gripped at your waist. He was sitting up, between your legs and taking a second to look at you. The way your hair splayed over your pillow, the way your work shirt had ridden up slightly and the way you chewed your bottom lip in anticipation.

Placing your hands on the hem of his shirt, you pulled it up slightly. Hongjoong got the hint with a little laugh before tugging his shirt off over his head, thought it got caught on his earrings making him laugh with embarrassment. You sat up slightly, helping him pull it off of his head and quickly cupped his cheeks afterwards. “You’re really beautiful, Kim Hongjoong.” You said, meaning every word as you looked him in the eyes. You placed a swift kiss on his lips before quickly taking your work shirt off, tossing it on the floor of your room.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you felt his lips attach to your neck and his own danced over your bare stomach. He didn’t want to leave marks, knowing your parents would see them in the morning so he left the kisses light. His hand moved up, sliding underneath your bra gently to squeeze your boob lightly. You couldn’t help but find the way he was being so gentle incredibly endearing.

Hongjoong kissed down your chest, the kisses becoming a bit harsher as he nipped at your skin. He reached around you undoing the confining item of clothing, pulling it down your arms and throwing it the same direction of your shirt. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking softly and watching you. Your fingers were still in his hair and you tugged on the strands as he bit down on your skin. “Hongjoong~” You hummed and pulled him off of you. His lips were slightly swollen and his eyes were darker than usual.

He moved back up and pressed his lips to yours. His chest fully against yours and he loved it. The feeling of you against him like that was maybe one of his favorites.

But that feeling left as you slid out from under him and moved to sit up. Your fingers undoing his jeans swiftly, you had a determined look on your face and well you were. You wanted to make him feel good.

Hongjoong moved so that he was sat on the edge of the bed. Swallowing thickly as you settled between his legs, you locked eyes with him as you tugged his jeans and boxers off with them. Your hands moved up his thighs before grabbing his cock gently. He let out a deep breath, scared to lose eye contact with you as you took him between your lips. Bobbing your head slowly you took him down as far as you were comfortable before moving back up, your tongue tracing the underside of him.

He was trying his best not to make too much noise, knowing your parents were just down the hall. But he couldn’t help himself too much, clamping his palm over his mouth as the other tangled in your hair. Guiding you up and down, but not forcing you to take any more than what you could. You could feel his muscles tense under your fingers and he tugged your hair a little harder than before, pulling you off of him.

“I- uh- not yet.” He stuttered as you stood up, his hand releasing your hair. You stood in front of him for a second, before his hand moved to pull you closer by your jeans. He undid them and you helped him, tugging them down your legs. Stepping out of them, Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back into his lap.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked as your hands held the back of his neck. “Right.” You said with a small laugh, before leaning over to your nightstand and opening the drawer. He watched you, kissing your bare shoulder as you grabbed a condom. You were a blushing mess fumbling around in your drawer and he was being just so sweet. “Relax.” He whispered, his fingers drawing shapes on your skin.

You grabbed the packet, finally being able to find it in your drawer and handed it to him. You held his shoulders as he let you go, rolling the condom on and holding your hips again.

You slowly sank down on to him and he stopped you. “I know you said, that I don’t have to ask. But I’m doing it anyways. Are you sure you want to do this?” Hongjoong asked and you kissed him softly. “I’m very sure.” You added on after, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He lined himself at your entrance and you started sinking down slowly. One of Hongjoong’s hands held your hip and the other your cheek, his eyes watching your expression as you took him.

You stilled as you took him all the way, your eyes fluttering shut and your forehead pressing into his. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, doing his best to not buck his hips into you. Your hands moved to his shoulders for leverage as you started moving. Soft sighs leaving his mouth as you picked up pace. Hongjoong held you tightly, tucking his face into your neck.

You let out a loud moan as he hit that sweet spot and you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth. Hongjoong laughed at your actions before bucking his hips, thrusting into you gently and taking over. You kept your hand over your mouth as he took over, hitting that spot repeatedly and you could feel yourself getting close. “Hongjoong, I’m-” “Me too.” He said, speeding up before moving the hand that cupped that cupped your cheek down. He drew circles over your clit, your moans being almost uncontrollable now and Hongjoong’s sighs getting a little louder.

“I’m cum- fuck.” You said, tightening around him and pressing your lips to his to keep quiet. Hongjoong’s hips stilled, as you felt him moan against your lips, holding you against him. “I- I. Wow.” He whispered and you smiled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

You played with his hair lightly, before pecking his lips. Hongjoong’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. “You okay?” You whispered, feeling a lot more intimate and quiet than you did before. “I’m perfect right now.” He whispered back and swallowed thickly. “Everything else isn’t but right now I feel perfect, with you.” He added and you moved to lock eyes with him. “We’ll figure everything else out too. I promise.” You reassured him and he blinked at you.

You moved off of him and sat down on your bed, still fully bare. You watched Hongjoong toss the condom in your trash can and lean down to kiss you. He was feeling, better. He felt like he could handle things now, not because of the sex but because of the reassurance from you.

“You stay here, sleep in your own bed. I’ll take the couch.” He said, moving to grab his pajama’s from his bag. “I don’t agree.” You said and he looked at you. “How about we both go to the couch, maybe watch a movie or something. I don’t think you want to be alone tonight.” You said and pushed yourself off of your bed. You quickly pulled on your own pj’s and looked at him.

Hongjoong quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his face into your neck. “Yeah you’re right.” He said, wondering how you could tell how he was feeling. “I think you’re right about everything else too. We’ll figure it out.” He added on and you nodded. “Hongjoong, I promise you we will.” You said and he looked at you.

Your eyes locked again and it was something you’d never get tired of. You were watching him and he was watching you and that’s how you both liked it.

A/N: I hope you guys like it. Idk if I do.

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stardancerluv · 4 years

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Tease

Part Two

Summary: Looking for excitement leads you directly in the path of Roman Sionis, what does that mean for the two of you.

Warning: sexy smut with Roman!

Roman x Reader

Finally, Saturday night you decided to head back. You really couldn’t nor did you want to wait any longer.

You went and checked in your coat like last time. The placed was filled with lots of happy partying people! You were happy for him.

Finding a table, you sat and took in the atmosphere. If your were to be honest, you were attempting to find him as subtly as you could and you didn’t see him.

A waiter came over and delivered a champagne cocktail.

“Roman, sends his regards.”

“But...where?”

“Over there ma’am.” You followed his finger and finally spotted him.

A sliver of pain sliced you when you finally saw him. He looked amazing with an amazing blue suit and tinted glasses, but a girl sat on either side of him. One was a bubbly blonde wearing a blue and red dress that left very little to the imagination. On the other side was a red head in such a tight green dress you were surprised she was able to breathe who happened to look over at you. Just then she rested a hand on his upper thigh and leaning in, she whispered something that made everyone laugh at the table. He held up his glass. You nodded and held up yours. The flush you had walked in with cooled very fast.

What did you expect. It had been a long eight days, and you couldn’t be totally surprised with how amazing he looked girls must fling themselves at him. You downed the cocktail. You occasionally glanced over and took in the evening, while having a few more cocktails.

You were irked by the jealousy that you were feeling. You wanted to be that comfortable with him.

So to blow off some steam, mostly fueled by the cocktails you enjoyed you went to the dance floor. Last time, you had danced for him, but now you danced to let him see what he was missing.

Your blood pumping hard in your veins, you felt free as the music took you. Your hips swayed, your legs and arms did the right moves.

You barely felt as someone had strode up and began dancing along with you. But you flinched when you felt the brushing of someone’s lips when they spoke in your ear.

“I told you last time, I might not be so thrilled watching you move.” His voice had an edge to it, something about it vanquished the jealousy and brought your desire back for him stronger.

You turned your body brushing his as you did. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t want anyone else having a chance to paw at you.”

You smirked. “But you can get pawed and I am supposed to be ok with it?” You asked letting a challenge slip into your voice.

He shrugged. “Perks of being the night club owner.”

Something filled you when he used your own words from the other night. “Prove to me that I shouldn’t let anyone else but you touch me.”

He grabbed you, there was no longer any space between the two of you. His hands forcibly moved over your body as music fueled the two of you. With ease you wrapped your arms around his throat.

Your hair which you put up in elaborate bun came cascading down in gentle waves. You had no idea how he had been able to undo it with little fuss but it only made him more mysterious.

“I like your hair down.”

“I can allow that.”

“You are going to allow anything I want.”

You bit your bottom lip at his words, his dominance that exuded from him made you shiver. You went to kiss him, you were growing hungry. He managed to move and miss your kiss, you were shocked. You couldn’t mask your reaction, though that didn’t cause you to move away, even if you wanted to.

You could hear the chuckle as you saw it. “Only if you tell me your name.”

“Fuck you.” Your frustration bubbled to the surface. His hands on you, his body this close. With that smirk on his lips, he had won this. Swallowing, you didn’t want to be too breathless. “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N....Y/N I like that.”

“Kiss me.” You demanded.

“Not yet.”

Your eyes widened.

“I told you...” He let one hand drag down your ass and back again smoothly, it felt amazing. “You would allow anything I want.”

That’s when he finally kissed you. God, you enjoyed it. You could taste the drink he had and something deeper, darker more mysterious. It was how he tasted. Then sensation of his light scruff rubbing against your face was a nice counter to how soft his lips felt. You melted into the kiss.

He broke the kiss. “Come up with me upstairs.”

“Yes.”

Taking your hand he led you through the people. You enjoyed how people, moved out of the way for the two of you. You also didn’t care about anything or if this was something he did. Right now, you knew you would follow him anywhere.

As you waited for the arrival of the which wasn’t long, you did let go of his gloved hand. The elevator ding, announcing its arrival and in he pulled you. Your heals clicking on the floor. He pressed the desired floor and his body was solid as he pulled you against him in elevator. Holding you close he looked into your eyes.

“Y/N.” He said, then began kissing you. You let him have his way with the kiss. It made your heart race. You hated that the kiss had to break when the elevator doors opened.

He kissed you into the open area of his penthouse. You gasped and giggled as you hit up against a large table that was there. “Hold on.” You managed to say, reaching down you removed your heals. Grabbing you again he kissed you. It was rough and full of passion. His hands continued to roam.

“Take that dress off.” He finally asked, his voice was as dark as it had been downstairs.

Nodding and reaching behind, you lowered your zipper then you stepped out of pink pool of fabric.

You could feel his eyes on you, it excited you all the more. You stepped towards him.

Reaching out, he held you close smiling down at you. Swaying and moving with you. “This way.” He smiled as he led you to the doorway to a huge bedroom.

You brought your arms up and wrapped them around his throat. “Let me see you.”

“Alright, but get on over there.” He gestured to his bed. “And take those off.”

You smiled. “Ok, I can do that.” You went up on your toes, and placed a kiss on his throat inciting a soft sound from him. How good he smelled made you smiled even wider. As you turned walking to his bed, you unhooked your bra letting it fall.

The way he talked and moved excited you to your core. How you managed to walk over to his bed, on steady feet surprised you. You climbed up on his bed and then turned to face him. He came over shedding his suit jacket, kicking off his shoes as well. Then he undid his belt and lowered his zipper. He pushed his pants down then climbed onto the bed, till he hung over you.

His hair, fell into his face. He looked magnificent. “You are a horrible tease.” You smirked and brought him down to you.

“So are you.” You breathed and kissed him.

His weight on you was delightful. You brought up and bent a leg. Allowing him closer to you.

You tugged at his shirt wanted to see more of him. He broke his kiss, pulling it he tugged it off.

He leaned down, putting some of his weight on the hand he used to balance himself on the bed. “I didn’t tell you to take these off.” His lips brushed yours as he spoke.

“I want you to take them off me.”

He smirked. “They are rather lovely, silky and soft.” His fingers traced the edge that sat on your stomach. “Like the rest of you.” He dragged his fingers so he was able to cup you fully in his hand.

He made a sound from deep within him.

“Can you feel what you’ve been doing to me?” You moved a little against his hand.

He squeezed and you gasped. “What have I been doing to you, Y/N?”

“Craving you.”

“I like that.” He let go of you and let out a sigh as his hand was now drifted under your panties and you felt as his hand cupped you. “Your so wet.”

“You make me wet.” You pulled him close again needing his mouth. “Roman, please.” You whispered.

He kissed you then, your tongues continued the dance from before but you began panting and moaning into his mouth arching a little as you felt his fingers touching you. How you had imagined those fingers when you had been rubbing yourself.

“Let me hear you moan.”

Breaking the kiss, he hung over you as he continued to touch you. Your head moved from side to side as his fingers pulled from you pleasure, moans breaking your lips.

You swallowed hard, licking your lips. “I don’t know...” You moaned louder when you felt as he slipped a second finger into you, making you moan louder then before. “How much longer I can take this.”

“You’re going to take it as long as I want.”

He continued to pull whimpers and moans from you. You held onto him, arching against him. You began tremble.

“Are you close?”

You couldn’t find your voice, you could only nod.

“Please, please Roman.” You finally were able to speak.

He bit your bottom lip just hard enough to heighten what you were feeling.

He stopped and smirked. He slowly withdrew his fingers. Mmm, he sighed. “Open up for me baby.” You did as he asked. You watched as he moved back till he could drag your panties off.

“Look at me, Y/N do you want me?” He grabbed himself through his boxers. You could make out his hardness. It made you lick your lips.

“Please.”

He took off his boxers. Your eyes widened seeing him hard and fully erect.

He came over you again, those blue eyes meeting yours. “With all this teasing perhaps, I should just make you watch as I make myself cum looking at you.”

“No, please.” You begged. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He smiled, tilting his head to one side. “Feel what?”

“I want your cock inside of me.” The smile turned into a smirk, he entered you then a moan broke his lips as he entered you fully.

“Damn, you feel so good.” He held you close as began to move in and out of you. Your fingers went to his hair. Your fingers entwined in the soft strands.

“Oh Roman, yes.” You moaned and moved with him. Your mouths hungrily meeting and moving along with your passion.

Both of you moved, he felt so good. You just let yourself go as your passion to over. Sweat soon covered the two of you as you moved eager to cum.

You began to tremble again, you knew he had brought close once again. “Roman, please...oh Roman.”

“Please, what baby?”

“I am so close...” You continued to writhe under him.

He slowed his movements still pulling moans from you.

“Would you like to cum?”

“Yes, please....let me cum.”

He began to move harder and deeper into you. “Cum for me baby.”

Your lips met once again kissing hungrily. You both grew breathless as your passions grew. Then you arched against him, “Roman,” you called out.

You melted under him as you came hard. You relished, looking as he moved above you. He thrust hard deep within you.

He growled your name as he came hard in you.

Gently, he pulled out of you with a sigh then went to lay beside you. “Come here.” Then without hesitation you went and curled up at his side. He wrapped an arm around you.

...to be continued for these teasing two!

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blueishfood · 5 years

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The Rider, Chapter 3

Pairing: Hiccup x Astrid

Words: 2,7 k

Warning(s): Mentions of rape

Summary: She was a trapper. Born a trapper, grown a trapper. Her parents and all those before her were trappers. All her life Astrid’s been told that dragons were beasts and monsters. So what happens when she meats the Rider, the devil in human form, who believes dragons could be friends?

A/N: This is an alternate universe fic where Astrid Hofferson is a trapper and Hiccup Haddock lives alone with his dragons. I wrote this years ago, but I just kind of never published it anywhere? So here it is, sorry for bad writing and stuff but again, old fic. If you’re sensitive to mentioning of rape, do not read this! It does not happen in the fic, and it will not be described, but it is mentioned as one of the characters are affected by this.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Astrid looked at how huge the skeleton was and felt a feeling of slight fear shiver up her spine. They had been looking for this nest for ages. What if they had found it before this beast was dead? They would have been killed, all of them with only a swipe of its tale.

The giant dragon skeleton was big and only partly crushed, the skin had rotted years ago, but the reek of the beast was still very recognizable. The bone around the dragon didn’t seem to belong to only itself, its surroundings looked a lot like it had become an dragon graveyard. Astrid recognized many of the sculls she had seen in her hometown, but many were also new.

Astrid jumped off Stormfly as they landed, her feet barely hitting the ground before she heard bone clattering behind her. Believing that it was the man with the dragon, she turned quickly to ask him her many questions. But stopped dead in her tracks.

Staring back at her petite frame stood an intimidating dragon, bigger, stronger and more frightening than she’d ever seen before. She recognized the beast from Gobber’s scare-tales.

“Bone-Knapper,” She whispered in awe. A few seconds the two warriors simply stared at each other. Completely frozen in time. With a speed only known by those in battle, Astrid flung her body towards Stormfly, but the dragon covered in bones was too fast. It put its gigantic claws over her and trapped her, a blade-like claw on each side of her head.

From a distance Hiccup saw Astrid getting trapped. “Faster Toothless, faster!” The nightfury was already pushing himself to the limit.

Astrid let out a shuttering breath of air. She felt the weight of the bone knapper’s foot on her chest, and she was sure that this would be her ending.

The dragon boy had led her to her death. She should never have trusted that monster. In her mind she still heard his voice, in her last moments, somehow his voice was what reached her.

“Hey! Hey, over here!” Oh… wait… No that was not her imagination. The claws lifted and let her out of her prison. Astrid scrambled away from the place where she had been trapped breathing heavily.

She looked up as a hand grabbed hers and pulled her to her feet. Her legs couldn’t hold her, and she fell back onto the ground. The rider sighed and lifted her up in his hands, bridal style. Astrid didn’t say much.

He just saved her life, why she didn’t know, but at least he wouldn’t kill her. She watched him put her in front on Toothless. Without a word he sat behind her, with his chest pressed against her back making his body a safe chair for her. Then they took off.

In the air Astrid breathed in the feeling of flying again. On Stormfly it was an adrenalin kick so big and amazing that it blew Astrid’s mind. On Toothless, with the Rider it was different. It calmed her in a way nothing else had before. Weird. Feeling calm with a person she had never known.

Somehow, she knew that he was mad at her. Perhaps for going down to the skeleton without his permission. That was the only reason Astrid could think of. But he was angry, that was for certain. His chest was rigid against her back, and she watched his knuckles turn white on the end of the saddle. Astrid had never been one to dance around the question.

“Why are you angry?” The rider shook his head.

“I’m not.” Astrid glanced unimpressed at the rider and stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“Yes, you are,” She continued not long after.

“No Astrid, I’m not!” Astrid watched Toothless roll his eyes under them.

“But you are though.” With a frustrated shout Hiccup dropped onto his back.

“Let’s go home bud.” He turned his head to Stormfly who was gliding beside them.

“Home, Stormfly.” The giant bird squawked happily and bobbed her head before setting course for the red glowing volcano. The blonde crossed her arms unsatisfied.

“Fine, but don’t think you’ve won this.” The rider rolled his eyes but stayed silent.

Astrid broke the silence not long after.

“So, I thought you said all dragons are your friends?” The auburn-haired man chuckled.

“Didn’t say that exactly.” He rolled his shoulders as he started explaining.

“Well, most of them are soft when you get to know them. It really depends on the dragon. They have personalities just like us humans.” Astrid huffed and glanced sceptically over at the rider but said nothing.

“Usually I get to know them, and they soften a little bit. But… I never really figured out what’s got his tail in a knot though.” He was silent for a while and Astrid let the feeling of soft wind stroking her cheeks fill her. “Can’t save everyone I guess.” The rider chuckled but there was something sad to the laughter, something that he held back. Astrid didn’t prod.

They neared the volcano not long afterwards.

“Better hold your breath, hunter.” The rider shouted over the wind as Toothless climbed in altitude and let himself fall. The hole of the volcano grew larger every second and the bubbling red lava seemed to rise towards them. They were plummeting towards death and for some reason they did not slow down.

“Rider, rider! We’re getting too close! Rider!” Astrid screamed as the volcano devoured them. Either the rider didn’t hear her, or he was ignoring her because he didn’t stop.

“I don’t know what it is but whatever I did I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

The young woman who was not at all used to flying shouted as many curses as she could think of while pressing her back to the Rider in fear.

“For the love of-! Thor almighty-what are you doing?! Rider!” The warm, dry ashes of the volcano flew like black snow around them. She breathed it in as she screamed, it dried up her throat, she couldn’t breathe.

Only a few seconds before they hit the lava Toothless turned like he had done it a thousand times before and flew into a cave opening that Astrid hadn’t noticed. The slim nightfury effortlessly glided through the dark cave-halls and landed in a large area.

Astrid scrambled off Toothless, not willing to stay on the flying death machine for one more minute. Only when she felt safe sitting on the black ground did she look at her surroundings.

The room she was sitting in was filled with different machines and devices. She didn’t know what most of them was. Many weapons hung on the walls and none were alike. There were canons, bows, crossbows, swords, daggers and axes. A part of the wall was completely covered in tools, a lot like Gobber’s workshop.

In the centre of the cave was a gigantic tree-bowl so large that two persons could fit in the bottom of it if they curled up. It was filled to the brim with the brightest most wonderful water she’d ever seen. The water dripped in a steady stream from a hole in the ceiling. Toothless wandered over to the bowl with a happy gurgling sound to drink a few gulps of water as Astrid realized that it had to be manmade.

She glanced at Hiccup who also was drinking from the bowl and shook her head. This guy had to be mad.

With a look of wonder Astrid took in the rest of the room, in a corner lied a sleeping full grown nightmare. The rider didn’t seem to pay it any mind. But what surprised Astrid was the tiny holes in the cave.

Inside the miniature caves were every dragon she could imagine; some she’d only heard legends about and many she’d never seen or heard of. Nadders, Zipplebacks, Nightmares, Gronckles, Timberjacks, Stormcutters, Speed Stingers, Changewings even a tiny Scrill.

And all were babies. Dragon babies. She’d never seen dragon babies before. She’d always assumed that they existed of course, but the dragons never brought their young to fight humans. And the weirdest thing was; they were cute. They looked almost as if they couldn’t harm a soul.

Almost.

“They’re cute, right?” Astrid nodded, frowning slightly.

“How can something so cute turn into something so deadly?” The rider sat down beside her.

“By seeing the world for what it truly is long before they’re ready for it. A lot like humans.” Astrid looked down at her boots. Did that happen to her? Did she see the world before she was ready? She’d never thought of it that way before. She didn’t really like to think of it that way either.

“When are you going to let me go?” The rider looked at Astrid and grinned jokingly.

“Why, is it really so bad here?” Astrid frowned, refusing to look at the rider.

“I don’t trust anyone, especially not you.” He nodded and turned to look at Toothless and Stormfly.

“That makes sense. Survival instincts.” He stood and brushed off his pants.

“I don’t know,” He answered.

“Guess we’ll have to wait until the Vikings aren’t on guard anymore. Stormfly pretty much messed up all my plans for this entire month. We’ll have to lay low for a while.” He offered his gloved hand to Astrid, helping her get up.

“Then we’ll drop you off somewhere, you’ll forget what you saw, and everything will go back to normal.” He hesitated slightly, and a smaller, more genuine smile lighted up his features.

“Unless you decide otherwise,” He continued.

If Astrid hadn’t at that exact moment realized that she couldn’t walk, she’d probably asked the rider about those last words. But given the circumstances, she didn’t.

With a small shout Astrid fell back down, her ankle twisting in a painful angle.

“Ouch, dragon dung.” She grabbed her ankle and twisted it the right way. Not letting out a sound.

Stupid pain.

“What did you do to my legs, rider?” The rider didn’t answer, he looked at her feet with thoughtful eyes.

“I swear I will kill you,” Astrid threatened as the nightfury growled.

“Slowly,” She added, looking in the nightfury’s eyes.

“Painfully,” She continued, realizing that the nightfury didn’t like her very much.

“Unless you undo whatever happened to my feet.” The rider stayed silent.

Then, seemingly without thinking about it much, he lifted her like a bride and walked deeper into the system of caves. Astrid had assumed the cave where they landed was the only cave.

Astrid should stop assuming stuff.

The cave led to a corridor where one could take several swings and turns into different rooms. She didn’t like being carried by the rider much but got distracted as she watched the rooms they walked past.

She recognized a blacksmiths cave with a giant burning oven, along with several tools, small and big.

Next was a cave where water boiled in giant holes in the ground, that cave was steaming.

They also walked past at least four caves with sleeping dragons, Astrid tried not to breathe so much around those caves in the hope of none of them waking up. The rider walked steadily and didn’t look like he had any problem carrying a grown woman in his arms.

Astrid sat uncomfortably stiff in the rider’s arms. She didn’t like being carried or held or hugged, she really didn’t like being touched in any way.

They took a turn into a slightly smaller cave. The room they were in had walls covered in drawings and paintings, white against black.

The drawings were peculiar, they weren’t drawings of people or landscapes or settings, but they were beautiful in an entirely different way.

They were drawings of inventions, covered with numbers and angles and instructions. Some paintings held detailed descriptions of dragons. They showed where every limb started and ended, those were also accompanied by instructions. Instructions of how to tame them, how to befriend them and secrets of how to make them stronger. Some of the dragon paintings even had colours. Astrid scanned the drawings and wondered exactly how smart this dragon rider really was.

The room held many other items as well.

A desk covered most of the wall to their right. It was filled with parchment in one end, sheets of paper with scribbles of dragons and inventions also covering most of the wall above the desk.

On the floor by the other side of the desk were huge amounts of trinkets. The part of the desk that was not covered by papers were seemingly clean for the occupation of one single invention. Astrid couldn’t see what it was, but metal pins, leather and tiny metal balls were laid untidily on the wooden table.

A bed was stuffed in a corner, and clothes along with inventions was scattered around the room. Something that looked a lot like scrap-metal was piled up to their left. Astrid recognized strange swords, small daggers and a shining, perfectly balanced axe. Thor, she wanted that axe.

With a tiny gasp she realized where the rider was headed. The fur-covered bed in the corner. Her hands shook. “What are you doing?” Astrid asked, grasping the rider’s arm painfully. The rider looked at Astrid like it was obvious and shook his head as she didn’t seem less panicked.

“Where are you taking me?” If she could have, she would’ve kicked him by now.

The rider started talking, trying to calm the girl down.

“Don’t worry, if you would just-!” It didn’t help. It was as if Astrid didn’t hear him. Everything was a blur.

“Stop it. Stop!” She shouted. The blonde grabbed his hair and tugged it back, making the man stumble and fall. He made sure that she somehow landed on top of him. He groaned. Astrid tried getting away from the rider to no help. She couldn’t walk, she couldn’t move. He could do anything with her. Anything.

Astrid started to tremble. The shadow of a night she’d desperately tried to forget jumped at her again. She was back where she started. She could never escape from what he’d made her. She felt her eyes water, but she wouldn’t start that now. She would not let this creature of a man see her cry. She wiped her eyes furiously and dragged herself a few meters away from the rider, backing up to a wall. The man stood up and sighed.

“What is going on, Astrid? Why are you so-.”

He stopped mid-sentence, glancing between Astrid and the bed. With a defeated sound he realized what she’d been thinking.

A fury raged in his emerald eyes.

“What did he do?” The auburn haired demanded an answer through clenched teeth.

“What in Helheim did that scum do to you?!” Astrid flinched and scooted further up against the wall. She shook her head.

She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t tell anyone. And he was a stranger, the rider, she couldn’t let him in on her darkest secret. Why he had such a reaction to what had happened to her, she didn’t know. A silence like a thick blanket covered the room. The rider slumped against a wall and slid down, so he was sitting as she was.

“I would never...” He mumbled after a while. Astrid looked up at the man she barely knew and tipped her head.

“What?” She asked, still shaking a bit. The rider didn’t answer at once. He sighed and shook his head before standing up.

“I was going to offer you my bed.” He gestured to the mountain of furs. Astrid remained silent.

The rider sighed audibly. “I’m not good at… talking… to people.” He kept his hands at his sides, his eyes avoided her. “Uh…Sorry bout that.” His hand twitched as if he wanted to reach out to her, but she flinched. He took a few skittish steps away, like a spooked dragon.

“I… your legs will be fine. You’ll just have to sleep it off. Happens after the first ride, it’s worse when you don’t have a saddle.” He backed out of the room and gestured around the room awkwardly.

“You-uh-make yourself comfy. There’s water over there, and-um-call out and I’ll get you whatever… anything we can provide. I’ll just-er-leave… now.” Then he was gone.

Astrid shivered even though the room was warm. Slowly but surely, she crawled over to the bed and under the covers. She kicked off her boots and pulled off her armour. She kept on most of her clothing. She still didn’t trust that odd man. The covers were warm and inviting. She fell asleep almost at once.

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A/N: So this became a bit longer than what I was expecting? But this story is my baby so it’s okay ;-)

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gvbejvmes · 4 years

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Drabble-a-thon: Four, Song

Title: Like a Cole Porter Song Rating: PG-13 Relationships: Gabriel/Johnny, Johnny & Kaleidoscope Johnson, the Alphabet City Art Collective Trigger Warnings: None? Brief Summary: Well, did you evah? What a swell party this is.

“Are you sure I have to be here?” Johnny asked, looking completely and totally uncomfortable. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his linen suit, and if they were going to a 20’s themed party at anyone else’s house he’d be fine, but they were going to Kaleidoscope Johnson’s Annual 30th Birthday Party at his Upper East Side Penthouse.

It wasn’t that his husband didn’t get alone with his mentor. It was more like his mentor made him very uncomfortable, To be fair, the first time they met had been… eventful and there had been slightly more groping on Kale’s part than Gabe had anticipated. Ever since that first meeting Johnny was just a little… wary around the older man.

Gabe snorted, already wishing he hadn’t taken Kale up on his dare and had opted for a linen suit, too. Don’t get him wrong. He knew his legs looked fabulous in his flapper dress, he just was a little cold and a little wishing that he’d worn nylons and not gone commando. He felt a little like a frat boy, and was already uncertain about how he was going to sit down without giving anyone a free show.

“You know the rules, Jay. If you don’t have a date for Kale’s birthday gala, he pairs you up with another single for the night. And Velvet had to go to Seattle for her sister’s wedding. Otherwise, no offense, baby, but she would have been my first choice in date.”

His husband sighed. “I still think she made that up, and don’t try to show me her Instagram posts again.” He said as they walked into Kale’s penthouse, which felt a hell of a lot like walking back in time. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought they actually were in the 20′s or 30′s. Everyone was decked out in their 20’s finest. Everywhere was gold, and glitter, and booze. So much booze. Or more specifically so much fucking champagne. There was even a live jazz band. When Kale threw a party, he didn’t know how to be subtle. He always went all out and then some. Fuck, there was even a receiving line.

The party was already in full swing because when he and Johnny walked in there were only a couple of other people ahead of them. When they got to the head of the line, Kale was sitting in a huge golden oak rocking chair in a white linen suit, a matching hat perched on the top of his head. There were stacks of gifts on either side of him. “Oh, look at you!” He squealed in delight, making spin motions with his hands. “Do a twirl for daddy, and I’ll give you a treat.”

He could feel his husband blinking and staring at Kale. “Well, that’s disturbing.”

Laughing, Gabe gave a twirl so he could see the full extent of Gabe’s outfit. “It’s your birthday, Kale. We’re supposed to be giving you gifts.” He pointed out with a raised eyebrow, but he wasn’t going to lie, Kale did give the best presents.

Kale grinned. “Oh, Gabey. You brought me the best present. You always bring the best presents.” His eyes went over Gabe’s shoulder, obviously staring at Johnny. “Do I get to touch or is it just for looking?”

“There will be no touching!”

His husband almost sounded hysterical. Gabe turned, and pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth before turning back to Kale. “You said something about having a present for me?”

“That’s right. Your gift.” They were both ignoring the indigent sounds coming from Johnny. Reaching behind him, he produced a long thin box and handed it to Gabe. “For you, Gabey. And it works.”

Opening the box, he found a long cigarette holder. “Oh, Kale!” He grinned and pulled it out of the box, tossing it to the side with his friend’s gifts. “It’s perfect.”

Kale offered him a benevolent smile before waving a hand in their direction. “Go on, enjoy the party.”

Taking Johnny’s hand they went directly to the bar. “See? It wasn’t that bad.” They didn’t have to even order, the bartender just handed them two drinks.

“I was told that both your glasses are to remain full of giggle juice all night.”

They both took a sip, and then immediately looked at each other. “And this is why we didn’t drive.” Gabe said before taking another sip.

Before Johnny could say anything, Steven, the annoying twink from the collective, approached with Katie, a no nonsense middle aged woman and another member of the collective.”There you are, Gabey!” And, ah, Steven must have also been on Kale’s list of people he wanted the bartenders to get very very drunk. “Kale has an assignment for us.”

“The party isn't at a Kale appropriate level yet.” Katie explained. “We need to play ‘well, did you ever.’”

Gabe groaned. “No.”

Katie grinned. “Yep.” She linked arms with Johnny. “C’mon, handsome.”

“Sorry, baby!” Gabe called out as he downed his drink and waited for it to be replaced with a fresh one before letting Steven link arms with him and dragged him into the crowd of people. Not quite knowing what to do with his cigarette holder, he tucked it behind his ear.

“Have you heard? Professor Munch ate his wife and divorced his lunch?”

Two people turned and looked at Steven in complete and utter surprise, which was Gabe’s cue to act completely ridiculous. It wasn’t exactly difficult given how he was dressed. “Well, did you eva’.” He drawled out before smirking at one of the guests and giving them a small curtsey. “What a swell party this is.”

They left behind the surprised and laughing couple before moving further into the group. “Have you heard that poor dear Blanche got run down by an avalanche?” Steven asked once they were in front of another large group of people.

Gabe grinned when people turned around to look at them. “Oh, don't worry, she’s a game girl you know, got up and finished 4th.” He gave a salacious wink to the small audience they’d acquired.“That girl’s got guts.” He said, which earned a round of laughs.

“Well, did you eva’.” Steven laughingly called out, which caused more giggles.

And that was the point of this game. The whole point of the game was to say ridiculous things until party guests started laughing and having as good of a time as the drunk idiots running around the party were. Kale would be coming out soon to really kick off the party. He just needed them to spice things up a little bit. And then… the music changed, which Gabe knew meant that it was show time for Kale.

Scanning the crowd of bodies, he couldn’t find his husband, which made him groan. That couldn’t be a coincidence.There was no way in hell that was a coincidence. Shit. Where was Johnny???

The lights around the jazz band dimmed, and Gabe quickly finished his drink and set it down on a nearby server’s tray. Steven was still attached to him, so he passed him off to a stranger before moving towards the stage area in time to see Kale step onto the stage in a bright red suit. God, how many outfit changes was he going to have? Last year he had five.

“You could have a great career, and you should.” He crooned out, and Gabe’s stomach dropped. His mom had been a Cole Porter aficionado. He knew what song this was, and his husband was going to kill him. “Yes, you should. Only one thing stops you dear: You're too good; Way too good!”

And suddenly Katie was pushing Johnny onto the stage and into Kale’s arms. “Fuck.” A waiter pressed another drink into Gabe’s hand and if it hadn’t been for the bubbles he would have downed it. Instead he finished it in three big gulps as Kale continued to sing.

“If you want a future, darlin', Why don't you get a past? 'Cause that fateful moment's comin' at last…”

Gabe winced at how uncomfortable Johnny looked. Oh, he was going to have to make it up to him. He knew Kale enjoyed making Johnny uncomfortable, but this was on a whole new level. He was suddenly glad that he hadn’t gotten his mentor a gift because this was ridiculous.

“We're all alone, no chaperone can get our number. The world's in slumber -- let's misbehave!!!”

The crowd around Gabe cheered as Kale dipped Johnny, going in for a kiss and somehow Johnny managed to squirm out of his grasp and landed on his ass. Shit, everyone around them thought this was scripted. He set his empty down and made it to the stage in time to see Johnny scramble to his feet. But he wasn’t running away. He was staying on stage. Wait... was this scripted?

“There's something wild about you child that's so contagious. Let's be outrageous--let's misbehave!!!”

Gabe made it to the stage in time to see Kale pull Johnny back into his arms. His husband still looked uncomfortable, but he wasn’t running away. He looked like he was... humoring him? And then he... he... winked. What the fuck!

“When Adam won Steve’s hand he wouldn't stand for teasin'. He didn't care about those apples out of season.”

The people around Gabe were laughing and cheering, but he still had no idea what the hell was going on. Once again, Kale tried to kiss Johnny, and once again Johnny got away from him. And this time, Johnny slipped off the stage and right into Gabe’s arms, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

“They say that Spring means just one thing to little lovebirds. We're not above birds. Let's misbehave!”

Kale made some comment about him being a spoilsport, but Gabe only had eyes for his husband. It took him far too long to realize that they’d started dancing to Kale’s singing. Fuck, what had been in those drinks? His arms were looped around Johnny’s neck while Johnny’s arms were wrapped around Gabe’s waist. “What was that?” He asked in total and complete confusion. “When did you and Kale rehearse that?”

Instead of responding, his husband just pulled him closer. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He said, looking slightly traumatized.

Gabe laughed. “You’re full of surprises, baby.” He said before burying his face into the crook of Johnny’s neck, his cigarette holder clattering to the ground by their feet.

The other man’s lips pressed against his ear, and he crooned out softly, “You know my heart is true, and you say you for me care... Somebody's sure to tell, but what the hell do we care? Let’s misbehave.”

Pulling back to get a better look at him, Gabe shook his head. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

There wasn’t a response, but he didn’t expect there to be one.

First Song: Well, Did You Evah? Second Song: Let’s Misbehave

#drabble #CJ drabbleathon #pairing: Gabe/Johnny

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tunasama13 · 4 years

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Fading ⚡️ (BNHA fic)

“Can you say the same about young Bakugo? Who was kidnapped in the incident?”.

“What if the League manages to manipulate him into becoming a villian?”

Shota stood up, Kan looked over at him, worried. “He’s trying to provoke you, don’t listen to him.”.

Bowing down, he muttered, “I take full responsibility for what happened to my student, (I don’t remember what he says here but whatev’s)”.

Another reporters face contorted, his hands sparked and he suddenly reached forward. The man who had just interrogated the group looked over and his eyes widened.

“YOU WOULD HELP THAT VILLAIN TO BE?!”

“WATCH OUT!”

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The 5 students looked on in horror at the scene that unfolded on the TV, Bakugo screamed in the Leagues hideout. At home, the students that weren’t on the mission either immediately got up; such as Tsuyu Asui, Miyo Aiyuki, Mina Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Mezo Shoji, and Ochaco Uraraka; the others stared on helplessly.

‘I’m not going through this again, has that reporter gone out of his mind?! He almost struck Sensei!’ Miyo thought as she ran towards the bus to the Kamino Ward.

‘I managed to see a bit more of it, our three teachers were unharmed but I saw the big guy stomp towards Sensei... he was completely caught off guard...’ Jirou had met up with Uraraka and Tsuyu as they ran to the bus.

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The five other students watched what was happening, on the monitor, the larger reporter was holding their teacher up around the chest in front of the crowd, who had started to scurry away. “What... what are you doing???!...” Shota tried activating his quirk to stop his quirk from being activated, and he suddenly felt an intense pain shoot through his abdomen before he could even feel his hair rise. Shota bit his tongue, trying to keep from screaming, out of the corner of his foggy vision, he saw Kan trying to intervene.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you Vampire, if you move, i’ll up the volts until one zap just might kill your little friend here... and then your next...” The reporter smiled as Shota went limp in his grip, trembling. Kan had no choice, this man was fast, if he tried to restrain him, then his colleague could die right there.

“Yaomomo! Iida! Go help them!” Deku yelled as he saw his teacher get shocked right in front of him. The two nodded, and Deku, Todoroki, and Kirishima rushed off to find Bakugo. As the class representatives ran, they saw the building the conference was being held in.

“Momo! Go on my shoulders!” Iida yelled, Momo complying as she quickly grabbed around his neck and both were blasted off as Engine activated.

Shoji had met everyone who ran out of their houses to try and aid in the situation on the bus, as it headed to the building the conference had gone haywire. As the bus stopped near it, Tsuyu yelled, “COME ON!” Before everyone rushed out.

They had been running for a while when they found Iida and Momo there already, without questioning their out of the ordinary appearances or why they had gone separately. They opened the door to find people rushing out by them, a female journalist stopped to yell, “Please! If you can, call 911!” Iida took out his phone and dialed the number as his other classmates rushed in. At the door of the conference, Miyo could see that the angry reporter had turned around, possibly to watch the two teachers who weren’t in his grip to keep them from stopping him. Momo had turned around to tell everyone, “Okay, on my mark, Miyo, you are going to summon a forcefield to protect us all, Iida will run and save Sensei, Tsuyu will use her tounge to restrain him, and Kaminari will find a way to give him a taste of his own medicine.” Momo, without thinking accidentally bumped open the door.

The reporter, startled, let some electricity go and this time, Shota couldn’t stop himself from screaming as a more painful power surge went through him. Momo gasped, tearing up at hearing his cry of pain, Kan yelled, “What do you kids think you’re doing! Run!” Nezu agreeing, Miyo screamed, “YOU BASTARD!” As Mina had to stop her from lunging forward. Shota was trembling even harder than before, reaching out to his kids.

“G-g-get... o..out o-of h...h-here...” He wheezed.

“We aren’t leaving you here!” Uraraka cries, Kaminari noticing when the reporter starts reaching for the already shocked man again. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Miyo responds to this. The reporters hand sparks, Shota looking slightly to the side and makes a small whimper, he’s too exhausted to use his quirk, he can’t focus enough.

“Let him go!” Momo and Jirou remember something as Mina yells, this was exactly what could’ve happened to Kaminari if Snipe hadn’t saved his ass. “Why should I? He wants to help a future villain, so why not make him see what happens when you stick with someone evil?” The man smirks, and in a huge burst of lightning strikes the man he’s holding.

“AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!” Shota screams in pain, throwing his head back, before he is suddenly launched to the side when the reporter loses his balance. “SENSEI!!!” Iida yells as he kicks the electric bearing man’s knee in. The reporter howls, falling to his side, Shoji is quick to get Shota before he hits the ground. Kan and Tsuyu are quick to restrain the man before he can shock anyone else, Miyo rushes out of Mina’s grip, heading to Shoji.

Everyone else follows, Jirou immediately checking out Shota’s condition, seeing as he is incredibly pale and shaking. His pupils are also incredibly dilated. “Someone, get help! He’s going into shock!” Uraraka yells, Nezu running off to see if there is anyone with medical experience nearby. Shota yelps when Jirou tries to lift his legs up, “Jirou, don’t, I read somewhere that if it causes the victim too much pain, you shouldn’t.” Miyo whispers. Kaminari then mentions, “Hey, I know you probably want to yell at us, but don’t move. That asshole left a number on you...” as Shota tries to get up. “W-why... why a...are y-you h-h-here?...” He mumbles in a tiny voice. Miyo finally breaks, tears pool at the corners of her eyes and then spill.

“I-i... I wasn’t going to let you get hurt again...” She cries as Mina hugs her. Shota smiles a tiny bit, managing to reach his students shoulder, but then his arm suddenly drops as he starts having trouble breathing. “Oh my god... we can’t wait for the ambulance! We have to get him to the hospital, now!” Iida orders.

“Sensei, this might hurt a little...” Shoji then stands up, the man in his arms hisses as the pain starts flaring up again, then he starts shivering as the cold part of the shock starts hitting him. “Wait... does anyone have a blanket?” Miyo hiccups between silent sobs. Momo’s expression lights up, then without warning, she creates... something like a blanket?

“Here Shoji, he probably needs it...” Momo murmurs.

They set off, Tsuyu leaving the adults to deal with the crazy reporter. “Is... he going to be alright?” She ribbits, Kaminari answers with, “We don’t know... he might be if we get him to the hospital in time...”. Tsuyu gives a sad ‘kero’ and Uraraka whimpers.

“Guys... w...what’s going o-on with...with the co-costumes?” Momo and Iida looked at each other, laughing nervously. “Don’t worry about it... just try to calm down...” Miyo murmurs, walking beside Iida.

“There’s a hospital really close to here, at the most it should take us about 15 minutes to get to the lobby...” Momo says, Shoji looks down and then mutters, “I don’t think he can hold out for that long, we need a quicker way!” He looks up again, Uraraka getting an idea.

“Maybe Miyo can summon a forcefield and I can make it float? I’ll have to stay behind though...” She presses her fingers together to prove her point. Miyo looks down at her hands.

“I don’t know how large I can make those forcefields... besides, I might be running out of water that my quirk needs to work...” She states calmly, “I’m also afraid that the sudden pull up into the air might accidentally hurt Sensei even more...”.

“Mi-miyo... don’t b-be afraid... of-of hu-hurting... m...e... just b-because o..of t-the USJ in-incident a...and everything t-that h-h-happened with m-my injuries... pl-please... d-don’t be s-scared of w-what y...your quirk c-can do...” Shota looks determined, and exhausted. Miyo, for the first time, smiled and whispered, “I promise... I’ll try my best!” She then closes her eyes and imagines a bubble expanding around her friends, just like Shiashi had taught her, then she opened her eyes when she heard, “NOW! OCHACO!” Then they started floating.

“Miyo... you... you did it!” Iida yelled, taking her by the hand that was outstretched towards him. “Sensei... don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control now...” Miyo quietly says.

Shota manages to give a weak thumbs up before he jolts, Kaminari’s head whipping around to recognize that the electricity was still rocketing through him. “Uhh, we’re going to have to hurry guys???” Kaminari yells as Jirou turns around. “He’s right, as long as he’s still getting shocked it could still stop his heart!” Iida orders, rubbing Miyo’s thumb when she visibly starts to pale a bit.

“Guys, I swear to god if he dies... I’ll never forgive myself!” Miyo grunts, from the strain of holding so much weight in one bubble. Mina starts to encourage her to look out for the hospital while Jirou sees how small Shota looks cradled in Shoji’s arms. “Kero...” Tsuyu tears up when she hears a small gasp. Iida looks to the side while Mina talks to Miyo, noticing the hospital rising into his vision in the distance. Putting Ochaco on the phone.

“We’re almost there! Just a little longer Miyo-chan!” He yells, startling Shoji. In response to his little flinch, Shota gasps as another shock runs through him. Jirou can’t take it anymore, she walks up beside Shoji, noticing how tired her teacher looks. He didn’t deserve this, Bakugo didn’t deserve any of the criticism he got for being so furious during the Sports Festival.

“Look at me Sensei, wait, here”, Jirou takes his hand, then sees how his eyes are unusually foggy, she takes her other hand and puts it to Shoji’s shoulder. “Just hold onto me, alright? You’re gonna get through this, I promise...” Tsuyu breaks, falling to her knees and sobbing while Kaminari rushes to her side. “We’re not gonna let you go out like this, you hear me?” Shota’s eyes are following the concerned expression on Jirou’s face as Shoji pulls him a little closer to his chest.

Jirou tears up, “Damn it... I know you’ll pull through, you have to!” Momo walks up to Jirou, Mina following. “Come on... you’re the bravest hero I know and we need you here with us!” She closes her eyes as a tear slips out.

“I-i don’t know if you can think about it right now... but... remember the USJ?” Tsuyu cries, “You... you saved my life there! Even though you were beat up pretty badly, and i’d sworn never to let... you almost suffer the same fate!” Kaminari hugs the frog girl as she breaks down into loud sobs.

“Miyo! I see it! Now, Ochaco! Let us down slowly!” The forcefield starts to descend gently. After touching the ground, the field disperses, Mina’s feet slipping from under her, causing her to fall on her back. “ACK!” She yells, everyone snickering a little when she sheepishly rubs the back of her head. The mood, however, is suddenly purged.

“Uh oh...” Momo gasped, Miyo looking over and her heart sinking as she saw that Shota was unconscious. “NO!” Jirou squeezes his hand until his eyes flutter open with a ‘Nngh...’, curling up against Shoji’s chest once more. “Hey... you can do it, just stay awake...” Shoji murmurs, Kaminari still hugging Tsu.

Jirou couldn’t really believe what she was seeing, her teacher; who was always so strong for them; was huddled up against Shoji’s chest, holding Jirou’s hand, struggling to stay awake and keep from fading. Jirou came to the conclusion they had to be strong for him now, that’s what heroes did.

Heroes stayed strong for anyone, even other heroes.

Before they all knew it, they were in the lobby of the hospital. Iida ran up to the front desk, Miyo following. “We need a doctor! Now!” Iida yells, the lady at the desk giving a concerned glance. “Oh goodness, right away, can I just have your-“, the others barge in, Momo at the front of the group.

“We don’t have time! He’s going to die if we stall any longer!” Iida then looks back where Shoji is holding Shota. A few nurses passing by gasp as they see the pro hero crumpled against the white haired boys chest, eyes halfway open and blinking slowly. He is still taking stuttering breaths and he jolts every 5 seconds, Jirou lets go of his hand.

The secretary gasps right along with the others, “Oh my... of course sir!” She then calls in a ‘Plan: Blue’ and all of the sudden, a swarm of doctors with a stretcher rush into the lobby. Taking Shota from Shoji’s arms and after placing him on the stretcher, they flow out, one by one. Leaving the kids dumbfounded as their teacher is whisked away without any warning at all.

Finally, he’ll be safe, the doctors will take care of him. Feeling like weight was lifted off of her shoulders, Miyo falls to her knees, and lets the sobs break through. In a split second, everyone is joining her on the ground, and anyone who wasn’t crying, definitely was now.

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A few days later....

Miyo felt that huge weight again when the two teachers visited Shiashi’s place to see if he was okay with letting his sister stay in a dorm at UA. She walked downstairs to see Shota, looking completely normal (except for the bandages she can see going up to his neck), talking with Shiashi, All Might sat beside him, in his ‘Small Might’ form, looking at her.

“Ah, Young Aiyuki, it’s nice to see you again...” All Might gives a sigh of relief, glad the girl wasn’t too affected by the incident a few days ago. He as well remembered the sinking feeling he felt when he heard from Hizashi that the younger teacher was in the hospital, nearly dead when he got there. Shota had narrowly missed dying right in Shoji’s arms. However, a pretty degrading after effect was that he had to take it easy or else his heart could spiral out of control again.

“Sensei..?” The girl murmured, Shota looked over at her, Shiashi following. “Oh! Imōto-chan, you’ve finally come down!” He greets, Hanako yelling from the kitchen where she sits with Kira, “GOOD AFTERNOON OBA-SAN!” Kira shushing her.

Miyo gives a shaky step forward, Shiashi getting a little worried, Miyo then suddenly rushes forward, and without warning, Shota is suddenly tackled into an embrace. “Um, Aiyuki-“ He is interrupted by, “I’m so glad your alright, you scared me.” In the usual monotone voice Miyo had. All Might snickers, the Nerve Hero gives a warm smile. “Out of all the ‘I’m so glad your ok’ nonsense I’ve gotten all day, I think that one was the best one i’ve gotten so far.”. Miyo then mentions, “You helped me back there, thank you...”.

“No problem kid...”.

#bnha fanfiction #minor Iida x OC #this took FOREVER #based on the idea what if the UA press conference went wrong?#BNHA OC #Aiyuki Miyo #Force

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mrneighbourlove · 5 years

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Negotiation in a Fiery Alliance: Ch 3. Settling In

Zizi was relaxing in the huge jacuzzi, taking a bubble bath. The Zemlja was in the water up to her neck, sighing in absolute relaxation. The was a piece of heaven. The jets were hitting all the right spots on her body, and massaging her sore back. She could stay in the water for hours, though soon, she'd have to sleep. Rubbing her hands over her belly, she felt their second son kicking.

"He's active today, Kahli." Zizi told her husband. "Like he's doing somersaults in my belly."

Kahli took his clothes off and jumped into the Jacuzzi. "Is he now? He senses rather active in you."

"Here, feel him kicking." Zizi took Kahli's hand and put it on the side of her belly. "He's even more so active than Manaco was when he was inside my belly." She laughed, and then said. "I wonder if that means he's going to be a handful like his father?"

"You're the wild one." Kahli kissed her, swimming to sit beside her. "I'm worried Zizi. About making a good example of myself for Zannah."

"Me? Whatever do you mean?" Zizi played innocent as her husband cuddled up beside of her. "Kahli, you'll do fine. Remember, I'm here with you. And if Zannah upsets you, I'll just kick her ass." Those hormones were still getting to the tiny Zemlja. "No one messes with my man."

"I'm serious Zizi. I want to be good for both our countries. That means you can't make scenes like you did, throwing forks at T0-D."

"Hey, it amused Annuciata." Zizi sulked slightly, crossing her arms. "Why did that stupid robot have to come? Ever since he kidnapped me, I've just been so uneasy around him. It's almost like... he's there, at every corner. I know that sounds stupid, but I still get that feeling he's going to appear any moment and take me away from you..."

"I'd annihilate him if he did. But I also know that he won't touch you again. He's just follows his orders and the will of Zannah."

"I know, love, but I can't help but worry." Zizi shuddered slightly at the thought. "What if Zannah suddenly decides to try to hurt you? Or our babies? Going back to the old traditions of Hasai, calling you a traitor again..."

Kahli held Zizi's face to calm her down, staring intently into her eyes. "She'd never do that. I trust her. Because if she wanted me dead, I'd be dead. She's a good person. Do you trust her?"

"I... I don't." Zizi sighed, looking sad. "I'm sorry, love. She's hurt you before and I can't trust someone who's hurt someone I love again so easily. Maybe with more time."

"It wasn't her..." Kahli was disappointed, speaking quietly, but tried to understand where she was coming from. "I need you to promise you won't make anymore outbursts while we are at the negotiations."

"I'm sorry, Kahli, I don't want to disappoint you. I just... I can read people, sense whether that person has a good heart or not. Zannah..." Zizi took a slow breath. "She wants control, she wants power... people who desire such things can often lose sight of the bigger picture. I'm afraid that Zannah's quest for this will turn her into her parents; the very people who caused a war with Hyrule." Nodding, Zizi rested her head on his shoulder. "I promise, love."

Kahli looked at her, a fury in his eyes at her prediction. Those were words he didn't want to hear. Looking away, he let her rest her head on his shoulders. "You have to wrong about this one. OK? You just have to be wrong..."

"I hope I am wrong, Kahli." Zizi closed her eyes and tried to relax. "I don't want anyone else getting hurt."

"Oh, hubby~~~..." Asakonigei said in a sing-songy tune as she stepped into the doorway from the bathroom. She was wearing the new lingerie, black as night. However, this was not the usual lace or silk... but leather. Showing off how flexible she was, Asakonigei lifted one leg, her foot going over her head as she stretched. "Do you like what you see?"

Malik was expecting the silk. The leather was a complete 180. His eyes stared in disbelief, his mouth hanging a little open. This was going to be a fantastic night. "I do, Lady Asakonigei~"

"I wonder, do you want to fuck me with this on? Or off?" Asakonigei strutted over to the bed, enjoying the surprised look on her husband's face. "Or enjoy the view for a moment?"

"I think I want you to work it for me as I make up my mind."

"Work it? You mean, like this?" Asakonigei suddenly jumped on the bed, her back to his face, one foot on either side of his hips. She slowly bent down, exposing her backside her lover, as her arms snaked down her own legs. Looking at him from between her legs, she grinned at him. "Or perhaps like this?" She then bent backwards, her back arched into a perfect 'C' shape as she had all hands and feet on the bed.

Malik clapped both her ass cheeks with his hands. "Magnificent~"

"Just my ass?" Turning to where she was on all fours, facing him, a breath away from his lips, Asakonigei had a mischievous look on her face. "Or everything else as well?"

Malik growled, and grabbed her. Hungrily he got behind her, and pushed her down. "I like the leather~"

With a lean back of his arm, he gave her a hard spanking on her ass with his metal arm, using his other hand to hold her arms behind her back. "You love it when I make your ass red. It gets you off."

"H-Hey!!!" Asakonigei squeaked when his metal hand came into contact with her backside. There was a faint blush on her cheeks from his words. She would never admit it to his face, but there was something that caused her insides to tingle when Malik was inside of her and slapped her ass.

Pulling her leather to the side, she was rewarded with his thick cock pressing deep into her womanhood. "I know you love this even more~"

"Mmmmhhh!" Asakonigei buried her face into the sheets, grasping at the thread with a fisted hand. "Depends..." She was acting a bit cocky. "You think you can satisfy me?"

Malik hadn't thrust his shaft yet. At her cocky wit, Asakonigei received a spank on the back. Grabbing her by the leather, he used the harness to fuck her small body back and forth on the bed.

"AH!" Asakonigei's inner walls instantly tightened at the spanking. She shivered in pleasure as Malik kept thrusting deeper and deeper, repeating hitting that sweet spot inside of her. "Go f-faster, damn it..."

Malik pulled her hair back roughly, giving her light smacks on the cheek. At her request, he slammed into her harder and faster. "You love it like that? Scream for more if you do!"

"AH FUCK!!!" Asakonigei bit into the sheets, trying to hold back her moans of pleasure. The last thing she wanted was for the servants outside to hear them. It seemed her husband was determined to make her scream. When he yanked back her hair, Asakonigei could not contain her sounds of ecstasy anymore. With a shrill cry, Asakonigei demanded, "AH AH AH! MALIK! HARDER!!!"

Malik gripped her by the neck and breasts to hold her close. "Fuck… You ready to take it all?"

Asakonigei was seeing stars. He had never made love to her this hard. Maybe the leather was doing the trick, or it could be her teasing with flexibility. Either way, she made a mental note to purchase some more lingerie in the future for their nightly escapades.

"Yes, yes, yes, don't stop!" Asakonigei grasped his arm, digging in her nails. "More, I want more!"

Malik was pounding her, her body as light as a doll. Clawing down her stomach, he pulled her down with one last thrust, ejaculating deep inside his lover.

Asakonigei's climax hit as soon as Malik applied pressure with his nails on her stomach, the little pinch pushing her over that blissful edge. She was trembling from the force of the orgasm, breathing hard. Her body was limp against Malik's, twitching here and there.

Malik groaned as he fell on top of her. "Fuck... I needed that."

"I don't think you've ever gone so hard before, love," Asakonigei tried to keep from snickering. "Stressed much?"

"I just need this trip to go well for me Asa. I think I got all the stress out though."

"All of it out, going inside of me..." Asakonigei could feel the sticky cum flowing out of her, and now down her thighs. "I think the leather awakened something inside of you."

"I think I'm just getting used to this body." Malik flipped his wife around to give her a deep kiss.

"Mmm..." Asakonigei returned the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm still getting used to calling you 'Malik'. Though I won't complain about the body." She purred at him, running a hand down his muscular chest. "You know I go weak at the knees when you show off that muscular chest."

"You can call me any name you like my love." He held her hand close to him.

"I think my favorite is simply 'husband', don't you agree?" Asakonigei kissed his forehead. "Has a nice ring to it. Much better than commander, or lord, or even 'blade'..."

"That suits me just fine... I love you Asa."

#BIG WARNING #Not Safe For Work And Stuff #Sexy Times Ahead #Zizi #Kahli #Klinge/Malik #Asakonigei #Crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse

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sincerely-us-imagines · 5 years

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strangers in the night (connor murphy x reader)

hello friends!! i feel like it’s been forever since i posted something, so here’s something i threw together yesterday before work! i’m not a huge fan of it, but it’s better than nothing so!!

warnings: referenced issues with parents, no-no words, smoking drugs, talk of suicide

You huffed, slamming the front door behind you. A white puff of air appeared in front of you as you did so, emphasizing just how cold it was outside. It was only the beginning of November, but it was late at night and there was a cold front coming through. It was definitely too chilly to be out in nothing but your pajama pants, boots, and a sweatshirt, but walking alone in the near-freezing temperature was a better option than staying at home right now. The argument with your parents had escalated into something you couldn’t handle. So here you were, at midnight, walking down the empty streets of your neighborhood, still able to hear your father’s shouting inside the house. You pulled up your hood shoved your hands into the pocket of your sweatshirt, shoulders hunching forward in the cold.

You turned and exited your neighborhood, walking along the side of the main road for a while. You pushed away the thoughts in your head, the ones telling you that this would be the perfect opportunity for someone to kidnap you. It was dark, there were no streetlights around, and despite living here for years, you didn’t really know where you were. You’d turned down several roads, just walking wherever you felt drawn to, trying to cool off from the argument. And god damn, had you cooled off. Your fingers and toes were so cold you could hardly feel them, and the hood was doing little to keep your ears warm.

You stopped after twenty or so minutes, coming to the entrance of a park. You’d never been here before- never even seen it-- but you decided to go in anyway, just in case there was an ominous, cream-colored Volkswagen following you. Not that you really thought there was, you’ve just watched a lot of crime documentaries, okay?

You followed the sidewalk through a covered picnic area and a couple of small grills, past the bathrooms (No thank you. Park bathrooms were creepy enough during daylight.), and to the playground area. As you approached the swings, you looked to the side. A single, dim, lamp post illuminated a nearby bench in an orange glow. There was a person sitting on the bench, leaned back and staring up at the sky. Their presence frightened you, and you let out a small yelp.

The person startled, snapping their head forward with a sharp “What the fuck?”

You stood, a hand pressed to your chest while your heart hammered rapidly inside it, and tried to catch your breath.

“S-Sorry,” you managed, beginning to calm down. “I didn’t think anyone else would be here. It’s like, midnight.”

“Yeah, I know.” it was a boy, you could tell, and he didn’t sound too happy that you were here.

You stood there for another moment, unsure of what to say. You settled on nothing, and finished making your way to the swings, sitting down on one and kicking at the woodchips beneath you. This was really awkward. The boy was only several yards away. You both kept your eyes fixed on the ground for a few minutes, not speaking.

After a little while you heard the boy dig around in his pocket, then the crinkle of plastic, then the scraping of a lighter.

“Fucking come on,” the boy muttered. You could tell from the sound of his voice that he had something between his lips. A cigarette, you figured.

The lighter scraped once, twice more before you heard an inhale.

A few seconds passed.

That did not smell like a cigarette.

“Is that weed?” you asked, looking over at him.

“What are you, a cop?” he asked irritably, pulling the blunt away from his mouth and breathing out.

“No,” you shook your head, hesitating. “I was just… wondering if you were going to share.”

You couldn’t quite see his face, but you could tell he had probably fixed you with an incredulous look.

“Fine.” he sighed, standing up. He picked up something from beside him and shoved it in his pocket with a slight rattle.

The rusty chains squeaked beneath his weight (which really couldn’t have been much) as he sat down, taking another short hit before passing it over to you.

You inhaled, the acrid taste lingering in the back of your mouth as it usually did. You held the smoke in for a few seconds before pursing your lips and blowing it out in a thin stream. You held the blunt back towards him, but he didn’t take it from you. You turned to find him staring straight ahead, seemingly lost in thought. You raised your hand higher, into his line of sight, to catch his attention. He blinked a couple times, looked over at you, then to your hand, before finally taking it back.

After several minutes you were left with little more than a roach, which he tucked back into his pocket, causing the rattle to sound again.

“What is that?” you asked, feeling like you were talking louder than you meant to. Whether it was because of the still night, quiet aside from crickets and the occasional hooting of an owl, or because you were stoned and you always kind of yelled when you were stoned (or so your friends told you), you didn’t know.

“What was what?” he asked, slowly looking up to fix his eyes on yours.

“That noise.”

“Bugs.” he said, then paused, his face screwed up in thought. “Night grasshoppers. The uh, the brown ones.”

You stared at him a moment, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“No,” you shook your head. “Not the crickets-”

“Yeah, those things.” he interrupted, snapping his fingers as though he’d just solved something.

“That rattling sound. Like tic-tacs or something.”

His face fell then, eyebrows furrowing, and looked down.

“You’re wearing pajamas.” he said instead of answering.

“Yeah.” you nodded, also looking down to look at the Scooby-Doo clad fleece you wore on your legs.

“I like them.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you cold?”

“No.” you lied. You didn’t know why exactly you lied, but you felt like he was keeping something from you, so you decided to keep something from him. Your reasoning was a bit fuzzy at the moment.

“What’s your name?” you asked, realizing you had no idea who you had just smoked up with.

“Connor.” he answered. “You?”

“Y/n.”

“Are you an angel?” he asked suddenly, lifting his head to look at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Was this some sort of pick-up line?

“What?” you asked, a goofy laugh bubbling out of your mouth.

“Are you?” he sounded serious.

You shook your head, eyes scrunched partially from smiling, partially from confusion.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice sounding strange, almost accusatory.

“I’m positive.” you assured him.

“What are you doing here?” he still didn’t sound like he believed you.

The smile faded from your face and you looked down, watching your toes as they scraped at the mulch.

“Got in a fight with my parents. Didn’t want to stay and listen to my dad yell at me so I just left.”

“What was the fight about?”

“Doesn’t matter.” you sighed, bringing your hands up to grip the cold chains beside you, and kicked off a little, swinging ever-so-slightly. “Why are you here?” you asked, directing the attention away from yourself.

“Was gonna kill myself.” he said, eyes still fixed on you like he was trying to figure you out.

“What?” you looked over at him, unsure whether or not you heard him right.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out an orange prescription bottle and shook it. The pills inside rattled just as they had earlier.

You looked back and forth between Connor and the bottle, your brain trying to figure out what to make of this.

“So you were going to…” you pointed at the pills, “but then I…?”

He nodded, stuffing the bottle back in his jacket.

“Figured you must’ve been my guardian angel or some shit.” a slight, crooked grin stretched across his face. “I’m still not completely convinced you aren’t.”

Heat spread across your cheeks, a contrast to the cold air against them.

“I don’t really know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

So you didn’t.

You sat beside Connor on the swingset, staring up at the stars for what could have been minutes or hours until he spoke up again.

“Do you want to hang out some time?” he sounded vulnerable, scared for the first time that night.

“When?” you asked stupidly, brain still too clouded to be able to respond in an entirely normal manner.

“I dunno.” Connor shrugged. “Whenever you’re free? I’d like to at least buy you a coffee as a thank you.”

“I would like that.” you smiled, feeling so painfully like a teenager in some cliche movie. “But you don’t have to thank me. I didn’t actually do anything.”

“But if you hadn’t have shown up when you did I’d have--”

“Did you drive here?” you cut him off, not wanting to think about what would’ve happened.

“Uh, yeah?”

“I think there’s a Denny’s somewhere around here. You mind if I take you up on that offer now? If you’re sober enough, that is.”

He smiled at you then, standing and offering you his hand to pull you up.

“Your hands are freezing.” he commented, sounding almost surprised, even though it was forty degrees out.

“Yours are too.” you said almost defensively. It was true, but his hand still felt slightly warmer in yours. It was nice. You didn’t want to let go. Lucky for you, he didn’t pull away after you stood.

He led you by the hand to the parking lot and opened the passenger side door of an old blue Outback. You climbed in and he shut your door, rounding the car to get in and instantly turning up the heat as soon as it was cranked.

He waited for the engine to warm up, not saying anything. Soft music was playing from the speakers. You reached forward and turned the volume up, the car filling with sweetly crooned words.

Strangers in the night

Exchanging glances

Wondering in the night

What were the chances

We'd be sharing love

Before the night was through?

Something in your eyes

Was so inviting--

You laughed a little, your face feeling warm, and looked over at Connor. He smiled sheepishly as well, staring at the radio as he tucked a long brown curl behind his ear.

“Talk about coincidence, huh?” he looked a little embarrassed as he put the car in drive.

“I think I’d call it fate.” you smiled warmly, reaching your hand over the center console, palm up, offering it to him. He took it, squeezing lightly and smiling as he made his was down the road.

You could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all. What were the chances that your stupid argument with your parents would’ve led you here? You thought about how crazy it was that you left your house at that exact moment, that you turned down those specific roads, that you decided to go into the park. It was meant to happen, it had to have been. Maybe there was someone watching out for Connor, and for you too. There had to be a reason you ended up where you did, it had to be more than just happenstance. Things like that don’t just happen. Whatever it was that brought you together, though, you were glad for it. You could tell that the long, slender fingers you held between your own belonged right where they were in that moment, and you hoped the blooming feeling in your chest was predicting something wonderful.

#Connor Murphy x Reader #connor murphy imagine #connor murphy #dear evan hansen imagine #deh imagine #dear evan hansen #tw

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thenixkat · 5 years

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Animorphs notes: Andalite Chronicles

Andalite Chronicles b/c I want that juicy taxxon info

Elfangor is the narrator

This is my hirac delest — my final statement.

Culture

I still dont get why Visser 3 vored him instead of capturing him

21 years before start

How and why would they be annihilating entire planets?

This doesnt gel with HBC. blatant andalite propaganda

Elfangor is not great at school

Arbron kicked lightly at the grass with one hoof in a gesture of contempt. Then he said the insult that went with the gesture. <Elfangor, when are you going to get your hooves back on the grass and out of the air?>

Culture

Arbon is interesting

The Electorate has voted to allow more children to be born since we're in a war now. They say if the war goes on for long and there are lots of battle deaths, some families may even have three and four children.

Population control measures

Warriors working on the battle bridge often used hand signals between themselves so that the thought-speak noise wouldn't become a jumble.

Sign Language makes sense but I’m giving a flat what to the second part of that.

Earth is a level six planet according to the andalites. Earth is a level 2 world according to the Plumbers.

Also fuck da police, which in this case means andalites

“The Skrit Na don't care what anyone else in the galaxy thinks about them. They don't belong to the Yeerk Empire. They aren't one of our allies. They don't care about laws or customs or anything. All the Skrit Na care about is collecting things and owning things.

“The Skrit Na are unusual in another way: They are actually like two different races. The Skrit look like huge insects, almost as large as an Andalite. They have fourteen legs and six sets of antennae, and aren't really very intelligent. But the Skrit each eventually weave a cocoon and a year later, out of the dead Skrit there pops a Na.

“The Na are a whole different story. The Na have four very slender legs. Sometimes they rear up and walk on just two legs, using the other legs as hands. They have large heads shaped like Andalite heads, only they have just two huge eyes.

“Skrit Na are constantly going to peaceful planet sand kidnapping the local species. Sometimes they perform medical experiments on them. Sometimes they just fly around with them and then let them go. But often they carry local creatures away to add them to zoos on the Skrit Na homeworld.

“Like I said: a weird species. No one understands the Skrit Na. Personally, I don't think they understand themselves.”

The skrit-na

The fuck was that? Why does the lack of a tail make you a primitive.?

Elfangor is a weak ass bitch who thinks bugs are ugly

Andalites think red blood is creepy

Is this the same Chapman as the other Chapman? Maybe

Andalites apparently don’t bother to try living/exploring places that aren’t comfortable

Andalites described as having 2 hearts

Elf is a car fucker

Alloran is built

The andalites erase the memories of primitives not ready for aliens

Is that comment sexist? It might be

Alloran defends his whole genocide the horks for getting themselves enslaved plan

Listen book, yall aint ready to tackle time fuckery

Alloran has a single point about vets

Uh, Chapman and David are similar kinds of kids

who the fuck hid a time machine/reality warping device on Earth?

Actually, it might have been the skrit-na, they’ve been around for awhile

Chapman has a point

Unless its a BDSM thin you can’t really be enslaved by choice?

CHapman was a fuckboi

Hey kids ready to do some real war?

The Taxxon home world has 3 moons

Alloran is specist towards taxxons too

Alloran, Arbron, and I pressed close to the hatch, waiting for it to blow open. We carried handheld shredders on setting three. There are six power levels on a shredder. Level one delivers a mild charge that will stun a small creature for a moment or two.

Level six will blast a hole through ten feet of solid alloy. Level three wouldn't kill most creatures, but it would certainly knock them down so hard they wouldn't get up for hours.

Shredders

If you've never faced a Taxxon, let me tell you: They are shocking things to see up close. They are tubular, like a monstrously thick, ten-foot-long hose. They have rows of needle-sharp, cone-shaped legs. The upper third of their body is held upright, and there the rows of legs become smaller and form tiny two- and three-fingered hands. There is a row of dark red eyes, each like congealed liquid. At the very top is the mouth, a round, red-rimmed hole circled with vicious rows of teeth.

Taxxons

Alloran seals 3 injured taxxons in a room to kill eachother

Apparently teh dead cannot be aquired

Why did they leave the tied up hork with the wounded taxxons? That’s cruel

Alloran commits more war crimes

That’s still a war crime Alloran

A djabala is a small, six-legged animal, maybe a third the size of a young Andalite. It has a mouth and a tail and no natural weapons. It lives by climbing trees and eating the highest leaves.

You have to morph the djabala in order to pass the morphing proficiency test. So I did. But then, like a lot of arisths, I morphed a kafit bird. I have heard that some planets have many types of bird. But since we only have three, and since the kafit is the best species of the three, it's popular with young cadets looking for fun.

Thgat lack of biodiversity has to be artificial

That’s not how bugs or compund eyes work

Orange and green acid clouds on the taxxon home world

The first thing I noticed was that the sky was a pale gray-brown. The color of dust. The bright clouds were too high up even to be seen. The second thing I noticed was the smell. Everywhere, warm, living hearts were beating. Hork-Bajir hearts. Gedd hearts. Taxxon hearts. Blood rushed through veins. . . .

We get it, taxxon’s are vampires

Below the maze of cradles was bare, orange-red dirt. Not a blade of grass, just dirt. There were primitive magnetic levitation rails running through the massive forest of cradles. Train cars, some open, some enclosed bubbles, raced back and forth along the tracks.

So a desert?

Elf you just failed being a spy

SubVisser 7 who will be Visser 3

At the top of the Yeerk Empire is the Council of Thirteen. One of those thirteen is emperor, but no one knows which one. It's a closely guarded secret. The Yeerks fear assassination.

Guess teh emperor

Mountain taxxon rebels

Yeerks feed rebel taxxons to loyal taxxons

Taxxons see better in the dark

Why would a yeerk use any of the hork-bajir language?

CHapman is an asshole. Fuckboi supreme

WHat do you gain? You don’t even know how yeerks treat quislings yet?

Nope, no. Either the space ships only work best in space or the ships can be used deep underwater. Not both series.

Highspeed chase

Three thousand five hundred miles an hour. The ground was a blur. We were a blazing meteorite. We were an arrow of flame as we shot across the Taxxon world at impossible speeds. The scruffy bushes and stunted trees of the Taxxon world burst into flame as we passed over. We were drawing a line of fire around the planet!

So there is vegitation

Arbron is a damn good shot

There’s grass on the otherside of the montains

Andalite stalk eyes apparently don’t blink

Skrit-Na use green emergency lighting

The time matrix is 10 ft in diameter

Elfangor is driving a car he found in the skrit-na ship

With this and Ax, I’m going to have to assume that andalites are just incapable of getting singing.

I was in a vast underground cavern. Dominating the center of the cavern was a sort of hill or small mountain. It was this mountain that glowed. It glowed a dim but unmistakable red.

From this irregular glowing hill came tendrils, each perhaps three or four feet in diameter. As my

eyes adjusted I could see that there were a dozen or more of these tendrils, and that each one extended to the edge of the cavern and then kept going into the rock itself.

The tendrils, too, glowed a dim red. I realized that I could see things moving inside the tendrils.

The tendrils were hollow! They were tubes, each about as big around as ..

The living hive?

The living hive can communicate telepathyicly

The mountain taxxons did not eat the wounded arbron

He waved one Taxxon claw back toward the massive, glowing mountain. <The Living Hive. Light of the Taxxons. Mother and Father of the Taxxons. The Hive has lost many of its children to the Yeerks. Many of its servants have betrayed the Hive and made an alliance with the Yeerks. But the Living Hive is still the Mother and Father of the species.>

Huh

huh

Arbron is thinking a lot more like a taxxon, cause from what I’ve seen andalites are quitters

Taxxons regenerate limbs very quickly

Its a blood bath, but taxxons don’t give up easy

Alloran needs to get a fucking life

Really you should assume that anyone captured by the yeerks is probably got a yeerk in them now

CHapman is a little bitch

A quantum virus is a sort of disease of space-time. You see, it slowly breaks down the force that holds subatomic particles together. It slowly disintegrates whatever it affects. Living creatures affected with a quantum virus find their very molecules breaking down. It can take days, weeks of agony.

Well, fuck you extra hard Alloran

Elfangor is not ok with the amount of luck going on

Elfangor finally figured out that everybody is yeerks

Ya know what? I’m going to make it a point to never refer to Visser 3 as the abomination b/c fuck the andalites

SubVisser 7 you really shouldn’t be an ass towards someone who decides not to murder defenseless prisoners, that’s an attitude you should want in yer enemies

Elf impersonates Subv7 and gets the yeerk fighters on his tail while he gets away with the time machine

Oh hey look at that, you don’t have to starve yer prisoner to death in this situation.

Yeerks can be frozen to put them into hibernation

Dambnit Elfangor!

Chapman needs to shut the fuck up

This is flatworld

No. Elfangor what Alloran chose to do was def wrong.it was absolutely wrong

There’s spaceship eating asteroids in Graysha Nebula.

Spaceship eating asteroids attracted by energy

Elfangor doesnt belive in psychic things

Visser 2? Did he get demoted at some point?

Oh, the asteroids prefer to eat the energy

Visser 32? Someones isn’t being consistant

Ah yes lets have someone go outside and get the time machine with no space suit

SUre, tie a bag of air over yer head, that’ll prevent depressurization

Why don’t andalite ships have airlocks? Do they not have fuckin safety regulations?

Book is going with Visser 32 for now

Its too bad yall don’t have space suits with magnetic boots that could help with that

The andalite brain has 4 visible segments

The last memory I had, as the cold collapsed my consciousness, was of someone vast and incredible. A being like nothing I could have imagined. It saw me. It saw us all.

And it laughed.

Now which cosmic entity is this?

I stared at a therant tree. The trunk. The branches. The vines. Impossible! It was Hala Fala! The oldest of the therant trees in the woods near my home. My father had shown me this tree when I was just a very small child. It was my Garibah. My Guide Tree.

Right, Andal trees can talk

The Garibah could not change what had happened. And it could not tell me that I was forgiven, or that all would be well now. I knew the ritual of forgiveness. <I have made right everything that can be made right, I have learned everything that can be learned, I have sworn not to repeat my error, and now I claim forgiveness.>

Culture

Hala Fala has been alive for 7 thousand years

There it was: the scoop. The bowl dug out of the ground by my great-great-grandparents and planted with every delicious variety of grass and flowers. And there was the lodge, the blue-plex awning that covered the south quarter of the scoop and kept our things out of the rain.

Architecture

The Andal sky is red and gold

A nightmare patchwork of 3 dif worlds b/c the gods of this universe are cruel

“And on the other side everything turned brown and muddy gray and a red so dark it was almost black.

On the other side of the line, wild, tall, spiky grass and trees that rose only a foot tall before spreading out horizontally for thirty or forty feet. If you could even call something like that a tree.

I was startled by something that reached up out of the ground with a soft SHLOOP! It was like a Taxxon tongue, almost. Ten feet long and dark red, it shot up from a hole in the ground. It seemed to lick the air in a slow, circular pattern, as if it was searching blindly for something. Then, after a few seconds, it SHLOOPED! back into the ground.

Ten feet away, another such tongue. This time it reached for a beast that walked past, hunched over. The beast had four thick legs toward the back and two turned-in legs forward, with no discernable head. This lumbering creature wandered straight toward the flickering tongue and suddenly, fast as a tail, the tongue reached out and wrapped around the beast's hind legs. The beast let out a groan, although where that sound came from, since it seemed not to have a head, was a mystery to me.

The tongue drew the beast toward its hole. But it could not suck the animal down, so it simply held it prisoner as the beast groaned.

The sky directly over that dark, unnerving landscape was dirty green and veined with silent lightning.”

Actually the yeek home world sounds pretty cool

“And on either side of him stood a creature like nothing I had ever seen or imagined. They were

each about three feet tall and four and a half feet long. They were mostly a dark, dirty yellow with irregular black spots. But the head and shoulders were the deep red of the Yeerk plants.

The heads were tiny for the bodies, elongated, almost needle-sharp. The mouths were long and

narrow. Hundreds of tiny, bright red teeth stuck out, jagged and wildly different in length and shape. But what struck me as strangest was that the creatures did not have legs in the usual sense. They had wheels.

Yes, wheels. Four of them, to be exact. The wheels were located where legs should be.

Each was sloppy and irregular in shape, not perfectly round.”

Visser 32’s pets, Jarex and Lerex. Who are Mortrons. Visser 32 saved a pair as pets the rest are extinct due to their sun going nova. Yeerks cant infest them

“Suddenly the creatures each split into two parts! The bottom portion, the yellow part with the wheels, swerved away. The dark red upper portion simply rose from the body, unfolded leathery wings I'd never even suspected, and flew straight at me!”

Heh

And they multiply when cut! Nice

Elfangor is strong enough for a human kid to ride on his back

Elf doesnt know what books are…. Did andalites invent books later than his childhood?

Wait, no he’s explaining them as primitive computer files… inconsistancies

Lauren is finally upset about all of this

I guess Chapman is just fuckin dead

Huh, andalites had cities and stuff but decided they like more space and nature better

Andalites can close their hooves

Time fuckery is making them age

Binch that’s just conjecture, you aint got proof

Elf had decided that no, andalites cannot be trusted with a damn time machine

He also does not wanna go home

Why can’t she imagine that she’s back at her original age?

I knew it, Elfangor is done with war doesnt want to get dragged back

Elf knew Bill Gates and Steve Jobs

This very probably isn’t the orginal timeline from the start of the book

And then the Elimist goes and rips this man out of his life and tosses him back into war, at a point he knows he’ll die just to set up the next group of pawns in his game.

B/c the gods of this universe are cruel

...the ellimist reprogramed Chapman as a tool in his damn game

….the ellimist chose to hurt Loren the way she was all for a damn game, as part of stacking a deck to cheat in a game

Dick

Lying motherfucker

And then we never see Visser 3 serch for Loren and her kid b/c the ellimist is a manipulative sacki of birdshit

“But not the only one of his kind” too bad noone bothered to expand on that

More time fuckery

Elf realizes that the andalite millitary is crooked af

Tobias’ fucked up family situation is directly the ellimist’s fault

#nix reads animorphs

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crewhonk · 6 years

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Safe House

AN: Y'all, this starts out super angsty but it does get super domestic and fluffy in the second half, I promise. This is also me being selfish and letting myself write a story with pups.

When a mission goes south, you make it a personal mission to make your boyfriend Bucky Barnes see the light at the end of the tunnel by taking him to your safe house.

words; 3505

Your hand reached across the granite countertop in the Avengers compound to reach your ringing phone that was ringing only a foot away. You shoved a mouthful of Cinnamon Toast Crunch into your mouth and shoved your recent mission reports away as you glance at who had been calling you.

Steve Rogers.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you glanced over to the calendar taped to the fridge— Wanda, Bucky, and Steve weren’t due back for another three days from their mission, so as a result, your heartbeat picked up in anticipation. You slid your finger across the screen and were met with the sound of raspy breathing on the other line.

“Steve?” You asked, mouth still full with your breakfast. You and he had gotten close since you had joined, and had grown even closer since you had begun your relationship with Bucky— so formalities weren’t too much of a concern for you both.

“Y/N,” he began. His voice was laced with pain, and the effort of which he spoke sent chills run down your spine. “The mission didn’t go to plan, and we’re on our way home. I’m just calling you to tell you—“ His voice cut off as if he was looking around him for anyone that could be listening.

“To tell you that Bucky is going to be blaming himself for this one. I don’t want to tell you what happened over the phone, but we found some things out that could mean bigger things for us.” Your eyelids fluttered closed and your fingers came to rest delicately on your forehead. You welcomed their cold touch as they calmed your suddenly feverish skin.

“Get home soon, Stevie. I’ll be here for him.”

It was another day before the party was home, and the hours in waiting passed so slow it was almost painful. You tried to busy yourself with spending time in the lab and face timing an old professor to discuss new outfit designs. You tried to busy yourself in the gym with Natasha and posing yourself harder than you had before. When the treadmill under your feet seemed to cling to the bottom of your favorite sneakers and throw you off, Nat had run up to you and told you to go take some time for yourself in your apartment. So, you busied yourself with meal prep and cleaning and organizing your bookshelf full of your university textbooks alphabetically. You almost sighed with relief when FRIDAY announced the arrival of the party and you rushed across the compound to the arrival dock, waiting with bated breath.

First, Wanda came out looking vaguely shaken, but alive nonetheless with someone who looked vaguely familiar in tow— you would find out later that it was the General of the Dora Milaje, Okoye and a more familiar face T’Challa. You bowed your head in greeting and hugged Wanda tenderly in greeting. She let a sharp breath of pain when you put pressure on her ribs and she was quickly winked off to the medical bay.

Steve followed with Bucky under his arm in some form of comfort. There was a large gash on Steve’s face parallel to his beard line and your heart broke when you noticed both men stepping gingerly and favoring one leg over the other. You nodded at Steve when he got close enough to you, and you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist in greeting. His own arms didn’t wrap around you, and you sighed in sorrow. He always denied himself of your touch whenever he was hurting and you guided him through the halls towards his own compound apartment. You knew he would be more comfortable in his own surroundings, and when you got to his door, he slumped against the wall as your hands fished through his pockets for his key card.

“Darling, please look at me.” You whispered once you had found it and pressed it to the identification keypad. The door opened and you pulled him in, not turning away from him, but holding both hands in your own gently. When he had managed to unlatch his gaze from some spot behind you to look down at you, you felt a lump rise in your throat. His eyes were filled with unshed tears and anger at himself. Your hand came to rest on his scruffy cheeks and you swiped your thumbs underneath his eyes, smoothing the bags that had swollen under his eyes and providing some sort of temporary relief against the pressure he felt in his face. Still, his hands rested at his sides, and you leaned up to press your lips against his softly not expecting him to move against you but nevertheless providing him with the love and comfort you knew he deserved.

You undid all of the belts and buckles that kept his suit where it was supposed to be and pulled his jacket off, revealing bruises and scrapes that had managed to get past the vibranium sewn material. You hadn’t known that there was a weapon in existence that could tear through the material, so when you saw those scrapes you knew that the mission had truly gone south. You moved to his zipper, next and your hands ghosted the line below his navel in a way that would often make him gasp. He had yet to break eye contact with you, and when he let a few tears trace the lines of guilt on his face, you kissed them away softly.

You pushed his pants down and instructed him to kick them off of his ankles and he did so slowly— making sure he favored his right leg which sported a huge bruise that dominated the lower portion of his thigh and turned his knee a putrid green color.

“Oh, my love.” You whispered, tracing your hands over every scratch and bruise and watching them melt away under your touch. He sighed in relief and when you hugged him close, he let out one sob into the crook of your neck. You pulled him to the bed in the middle of the room and collapsed on it pulling him with you and settling him between your legs. You pulled the sheets over you both, and he nuzzled his face into the fabric of your sweater to take in your comforting scent and to feel your human heartbeat against his ear.

Bucky fell asleep within seconds with tear tracks staining his face.

The next morning, you woke up with the weight of a super soldier on your chest. His arms had circled around your waist, and he held you close to him in his sleep in a grip that could have been bruising if you didn’t have the regeneration skills you did.

Without opening your eyes, your arms circled around him and began tracing the sinewy muscles of his back. At your featherlight touch, he began to stir and purr in reaction to your touch on his naked skin. He loved the moments after waking up with you that made him feel untouchable by the world. The only things that mattered in those moments were your touch and your warmth and the softness of the white sheets that cocooned you in a safe bubble that was impenetrable by the rest of the world.

Soon, however, the events of yesterday washed over his foggy mind and he groaned against the skin of your neck. He had managed to pull your sweater neckline far enough to the side where he was able to rest his soft lips and nose against the softness of your skin right over your pulse.

“Good morning, Baby.” You hummed as you began to feel him stir. He only grunted against you and let his arms circle tighter around your waist, making you gasp in protest.

“Okay, Superman.” You huffed, arching your back into him to try to make some room for your lungs to expand. “Time to get up, I have some plans for us today.” He whimpered at your news and rolled over so that you rested on him.

“No.” He grunted— the first word he had spoken to you in a whole week. You wriggled in his grasp and you heard his metal hand whir against your skin as his fingertips pressed into your skin in protest. Realizing you would have to actually use your powers against him, you sighed and kissed him softly on the mouth before using your super strength to free yourself.

When you got up from the bed you turned to see him reaching for you pathetically. He made a noise of discontent in the back of his throat and you rolled your eyes. This move had worked on you countless times before, but since you knew this was a way he used you to hide from the world you built up an immediate immunity against his blue puppy-dog eyes.

“No, James. You don’t get to hide from the world when things don’t go to plan. Get ready, I’m leaving with you in ten minutes no matter how you look.” You said, walking out of his room without looking back and closing the door while he let out a loud and exhausted groan.

He came out to the kitchen soon after dressed in blue track pants and a black hoodie with his long hair tied into a bun at the base of his neck. You had been chatting idly with Wanda and Okoye— discussing the mission that had gone so sour without truly paying attention. You had been too busy healing Wanda’s ribs to pay much attention to anything else, but when Bucky walked in, your concentration faltered. He had never failed to be the center of your attention since the day you had met.

You pulled away from Wanda, leaving her with a dull ache rather than unmovable pain and asked over to your beautiful yet tired looking boyfriend. As you got close enough to see the look in his eyes the tightness in your chest eased a little when you only saw a dull sadness rather than fiery guilt. You walked into his warm embrace and kissed him feverishly on the mouth, ignoring the groans from Tony and Clint at your public affection.

“We’re going out for a few hours, we’ll see you later.” You said over your shoulder as you lead him to the parking garage and over to your humble 1998 Subaru. He climbed in the passenger side and waited for you to start the car before he opened his mouth.

“I can’t do anything public today, babe. Please.” His voice sounded broken, and you looked over at him and smiled softly. You shifted the gears of the standard car as you left the parking lot.

“We’re just going to my parent's house for dinner. No biggie.” You said, pulling the shift stick closer to you and watching his face relax. He had met your parents a few months ago, and you both tried to get back to your childhood home as often as you could just to escape from the life of a superhero for a few hours. Your parents were cautious about him at first, as any protective parents would be, but once they both saw the way Bucky seemed to treat you the same way a sunflower treated the sun they accepted him into their lives with open arms.

The drive was spent talking about anything that came to mind; from the unrelenting snow that had plagued New York for the first few weeks of spring to the recent instalment of the Star Wars franchise (Bucky had decided he liked the second movie of the prequels the most, not because it was good by any stretch of the imagination, but because he thought Natalie Portman looked really good in the white outfit). It wasn’t too long until you pulled into the cookie cutter suburb home that you had grown up in and clambered out of the car, walking up the recently shoveled pathway and knocking softly on the door. Your knock was almost immediately responded with various tones of barks and the voice of your father trying to get his way through the mass of dogs you knew would be on the other side.

When he opened the door, you and Bucky were almost immediately ambushed by five dogs. Lucy, the largest and Bucky’s personal favorite bounded forward and jumped on him— she was tall enough to reach his face and drowned him in her Newfoundland dog drool. The skinniest one, a greyhound mutt named Worm wiggled at Bucky’s feet in pure excitement. You smiled as you own pup, a golden retriever-pit bull mix sat at your feet and bunny hopped towards you in excitement. You bent down and he curled into your open legs, smiling up at you with his wide mouth.

“Sid, oh my love. I missed you.” You crooned into his fur and his thin tail wagged harder against your thigh making you wince as it hit you faster than a bullet. “Jesus, man. You’re gonna break your tail one day if you don’t calm down.” You smile as he only wiggles more at the joy in your voice.

“Well, if it isn’t the White Wolf and Poder Rojo herself?” Your dad smiled down at you where you crouched and you smiled back at him, showing off the matching smiles and crows feet. You were young, but you had inherited your father's smile lines at a young age. You got up and hugged your father tightly, and smiled softly as you watched him and Bucky shake hands fondly.

Your mother soon joined you, another two dogs at her heels. You noticed they both had matching cones, and after asking she had replied that there was a rather unfortunate run-in with a certain porcupine. They had to have surgery to get the needles out, and since they kept trying to clean themselves of the ointment that had to be applied, your mother had shoved them into the Cones of Shame.

You pulled Bucky into your home and took seats at the dinner table to watch your mother butter around as dinner cooked in the oven. You had called ahead of time, of course, and when she heard that Bucky wasn’t having the best time she promised to pull out all of the stops. She had made her famous lasagna, and even baked fresh bread to go with it— the smell of the warm bread made Bucky’s stomach rumble softly and you smiled over at him as you heard it. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as you heard and you winked playfully, doing everything in your power to make the blush more intense. You leaned over the table and kissed him noisily on the cheek before running around the island to help your mother with the cleanup.

When she was sure that Buck was fully distracted by your father, she turned to you and handed you a dry cloth to wipe the crumbs from the counter around the toaster.

“Is he okay?” She whispered. You looked over at him, and seemingly noticing the action he made eye contact with you and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. You turned back to your mum.

“There was a mission that went south recently, and I just figured that he needed to get away from the compound for a minute.” You replied, leaning against the counter and watching her check the temperature of the food.

“You guys are really good for each other, you know.” She smiled at you.

You looked over again and dropped your eyes into a wink when Bucky once again looked over at you. “I know.”

Supper came an went with minimal issues (“Y/N, stop feeding Churro your food please.” “I’m not the only one doing it!” “Babe, you cant rat me out like that to your parents!”), and soon you and Bucky stood side by side over the sink. You were washing the plates and other dishes from dinner, and you handed them to Bucky who dried them. It was a quiet affair, and you hummed softly to yourself as Bucky leaned into you subconsciously, his metal arm whirring softly as he brushed the dishes gently with an old dish rag. You scooped a handful of bubbles and placed it on his cheek and he laughed loudly— the homemade food making his stomach warm and shoulders relax— before leaning down and rubbing his face against yours. Soon, you were in a full-blown bubble and water war, and you swore to ever God that was out there that his laugh was the best sound in the world.

You squealed when you slipped on a patch of water and bubbles and you didn’t even have time to think about hitting the ground before Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you securely. He was holding you in a dipping position and he leaned down to kiss you softly before swinging you up to sit on the faux granite countertop. You watched as your boyfriend began cleaning up the mess you had both made and took note of the way the wet spots on his white undershirt became slightly see-through, making the scars on his body apparent. You felt an element of warmth pool in your tummy, as you had always found his damaged body to be rough and attractive, and you knew that he knew you felt this way— you had shown him multiple times.

You hadn’t realized you were staring until his hands came to rest on your knees, and pushed them apart far enough for him to step between them. You blinked rapidly, and his now warm blue eyes looked up at you.

“Your mom’s right, you know.” He mumbled, kissing your collarbone lightly. You sighed contently and angled your head to expose more space of your neck for his lips to find a home. You hummed as his lips trailed over your throat and he kissed your chin before pulling away slightly.

“What d’you mean?” You slurred, your voice slow and heavy with affection.

“You’re good for me. I would have stayed in my room for the rest of the week if it weren’t for you.” He nuzzled his nose into the warmth of your neck and you hummed happily. Your hands came to wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair at the base of his neck gently. He let out a breathy laugh when Lucy leaned against the back of his legs and pushed him closer to you. You laughed and looked at him to stare down at the large dog who looked as if she was smiling up at you.

“Well, Mr. Barnes. You make me want to be better for you.” You hummed and scraped your nails against his scalp, eliciting a delicious groan from his throat.

“I love you, Doll.” He whispered, lips brushing your neck and making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“I love you so much more, James.”

“If you two are done making out on our counter, there’s a Star Wars marathon on Space TV if you want to join us.” Your dad piped up from the entryway. You and Bucky jumped away from each other and blushed heavily. Bucky coughed into his elbow nervously and looked down at his toes, too embarrassed to look your father in the face. You, however, ignored the hot blush on your cheeks and glared at your dad.

“We were having a moment, father dearest.” You grunted over at him and he laughed in response, pointing a finger at you.

“I don’t care. Also, get off the counter— counters are for glasses not asses.” He said over his shoulder as he left to join your mom once again in the living room.

“Good one, dad! Where’d you get that one? The back of a cereal box?” You yelled at him and laughed when you saw his hand pop from around the corner to give you the middle finger. Bucky laughed when he saw it and held his hand out to you. You reached out to grip his metal on your own and hopped off the counter, pulling him close to you and snuggling into the warmth of his embrace.

“Let’s go watch Star Wars with your parents for the 65th time.” His chest rumbled against your ear as he spoke and you let out an amused breath from your nose before kissing his lips softly.

“I love you, Buck.”

“I love you, Bear.”

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**Title: Lovers Can’t Be Friends (3) {LCBF}

Chadwick X Black Reader

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Vulgar language, NSFW, SMUTTY. SMUT

Note: This one is a long one. It’s over 5.1K words. Hopefully this makes up for the long time between updates. This is my I’m sorry to you all. As a note, any italic” text is a memory in case anyone gets confused. I didn’t want to add the cloud bubbles everytime for this chapter. Hopefully it flows well. Also, this is a little bit of an interactive Chapter so click on stuff if you want to see more.

**Thank you all for reading. If you like please reblog. XOXO ❤️

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“I love you.”

“I love you more.” You responded.

“Impossible. I’ve loved you since high school.” Chadwick continued.

“Maybe you should have said something instead of waiting until 3rd year undergrad.” You teased.

“I should have. Who knew you were into me too.”

“Eh, live and learn right.” You said. Chadwick pulled your body closer to his so you both were pressed to the huge maple tree.

“I’ll miss you.” You whispered into his neck.

“3 months will fly by.” Chadwick responded.

“3 months doesn’t just fly by liar.”

“We’ll make it work, we’ll call, text, FaceTime, mail, carrier pigeon. Whatever it takes.” Chadwick suggested. When he told you he was going to Los Angeles for filming you tried your best to put up a supportive front. You were truly happy for him but you were also going to miss him.

“We’ll make it work.” You echoed. He nodded and kissed you.

It was a kiss that said everything he felt. It said I love you, I cherish you, I’ll miss you. It said everything. His hands roamed your body slowly and expertly. He caressed your back while unzipping the dress you wore. In seconds the dress fell to the floor and is eyes roamed your body. You recognized the look of pure desire and the look elevated your own desire. You bite you bottom lip before he kissed you with a hunger and passion that shook you to your core. You reciprocated the kiss and allowed him to grasp your ass in his big slender hand. He moaned into your mouth and just like that the urgency of the exchange increased. He gripped your hips and lifted you onto him. You wrapped your legs around him and dug your nails into his shoulders as he walked to the bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed your shared never breaking the kiss. He hovered over you and traced his lips to your neck expertly hitting your spot. You moaned and snaked your hands to the waist of his shorts. You began to unbutton and unzip them before using your feet to push them off his hips. It dropped to the floor and you dug your hands inside his boxer-briefs. He groaned when your hands wrapped around his thick length.

He traveled his lips to the tops of your breasts and unclasped he front freeing them. He closed his lips around your hardened nipple and sucked. You moaned and hugged his head to you and enjoyed the feel of his lips and on your skin. He moved down the center of your body to the waistband of your thong. He kissed your hipbone and pushed your legs wide open to fall back on the bed. He wasted no time eating the meal before him never forgetting to clean his plate. The pleasure you felt was intense, he was truly good with his mouth. The minute you felt him slam into you your orgasm overtook you, an orgasm that pulled his form his body. That night you made love for hours without taking any breaks. You both wanted to make sure you etched everything to memory, the way your skin felt, the way you tasted, the smells, the sounds.

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You groaned loudly at the memory involuntarily infiltrating your thoughts. You couldn’t stay here any longer you thought to yourself as you sat in the warm sand overlooking the ocean. You’d been there for 3 days already. This was one of the few places you could think, that no one would dare come looking. Tonight was your mother’s birthday party. A party you couldn’t miss. A party that you had to make an appearance for. You’d ignored all calls and texts and took the time to disappear. You told no one, not even Nahila. once you got in the truck you just drove and muscle memory took over and brought you here. No doubt everyone was wracking their brain trying to find you. Good, serves them right. You wondered who else knew, who knew that they still kept in contact. That thought made you wonder how long this was a secret. There had to be a rule against exes keeping in touch with the family. You kicked the sand and rubbed your head. Your parents always loved him, always from the night you brought him home and still till this day. The breakup meant nothing to them. You knew for a fact that they blamed you for the break up. He could never do any wrong in their eyes. You closed your eyes and tried to shake the memory from your mind. In hindsight if you’d really known that last time would be the last time you would have went slower, etched a few more things to memory, but you had no way of knowing the shit was going to hit the fan. You got into your car and turned it on and began your 2 hour drive home knowing it was not where you wanted to go.

When you made it home you immediately ran into the shower and used the time to think. Your mind was racing over the last 4 years you’d been apart. The 4 years you worked your ass off to be remotely okay, the 4 years you worked to forget him, forget his touch, forget his smell, his taste. The 4 yers that came down to those 10 seconds at your parents house. The 10 seconds that proved to you that your 4 years of work was bullshit. You weren’t okay. Before you knew it you were bawling in the shower. It was like everything just happened yesterday, it felt as if your heart was ripped out hours ago. You thought you’d prepared to eventually see him again but you had not. You weren’t prepared in any way shape or form. You stood underneath the shower head and allowed the water to rain down over your head. Hoping that the water would wash it all away.

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“Has anybody talked to her?” Brandon asked looking around at the faces of his siblings and other family members. Everyone shook their heads no.

“No one?” Your mother asked. Everyone shook their head.

“This isn’t like her.” Your father expressed.

“She would have texted or something.” Your mother continued.

“Mom really? Do you really think she would have texted anyone after finding out that her parents have kept in touch with her ex-boyfriend? No offense Chad.” Nahila said glancing at Chadwick who was seated 3 people down from her.

“None taken.” He said.

“Why would it matter? The break up was her fault anyway.” Your Aunt Cynthia piped up.

“Plus it’s been years.” Your other aunt Rita added.

“There has been many cocks in her henhouse since.” Aunt Cynthia furthered.

“Wow, Aunt Cynthia really.” Your brother Shad groaned out. Chadwick shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“All I was saying was…” Aunt Cynthia began before Nahila cut her off.

“A bunch of irrelevant nonsense Aunt Cynthia, please keep it down.” Nahila snapped.

“Tonight is mama’s birthday can we please get back on track?” Brandon reminded.

“Happy birthday mama.” Nahila repeated with a smile while raising her glass of wine to her mother.

“Thank you sweetheart.” She said smiling.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You said walking into the room with a smile plastered to your face.

“Y/N?!” Your mother questioned.

“Hi mom. Happy birthday.” You said approaching her and wrapping her in a hug. You were angry with her but she was still your mother and it was still her birthday. You decided to push it all to the side for the night.

“Thank you sweetheart.” She hugged you back and held on tightly. You handed her the gift box your held.

“Thank you honey.” You hugged your father also who whispered in your ear asking if you were all right before he released you. You nodded and smiled at him.

“I’m fine.” You lied. He didn’t believe you, you could tell. You went around and gave everyone quick hugs before you realized he was there.

You stopped in your tracks and your smile faltered. Again you shrugged it off and pushed it to the side. You took the empty seat next to Nahila thankful you weren’t on the other side of the table where you could see him. There were 4 people, Nahila include between you blocking your vision and his as well. Nahila grabbed your hand underneath the table in a sign of solidarity. You welcomed it but decided to play the strong card.

“What did I miss?” You asked looking around.

“Nothing.” Brandon assured.

Dinner was like any before it. Everyone talked and laughed to their hearts content and any awkwardness was ignored. Everyone asked Chadwick many questions. Questions about his career, who he’d met in the years of his fame, how he liked living in Los Angeles. The questions were endless and the amount of refills to your glass was also endless. By the time everyone was making moves to go to the dance venue you’d had over 9 glasses of wine. Your body was painfully aware of his presence. His voice still elicited the same reaction, the same yearning the same goosebumps. You were exhausted bu the time you made your way to your car.

“Y/N, are you okay? Need me to make an excuse for you?” Nahila asked when you approached the side of your car. You breathes out and plastered the smile on your face again.

“I’m fine Nahila.” You assured. She studied you momentarily and nodded.

“Okay, so see you there.” She said before she walked off.

You allowed the smile to slip while you sat there. After 30 minutes of staring out to nowhere you decided to bite the bullet and just get it over with. You turned on your car and drove the 10 minute route to the venue.

When you arrived you walked in to a full blown party, everyone was already dancing and laughing. You looked around pleased everything you ‘d spent your money on was beautifully laid out across the room. You walked around the room taking in the details making sure to note the things that didn’t meet your expectations to bring up with the vendor tomorrow.

“You did a great job sweetie.” Your father complimented as he stood by your side.

“I think things came together well.”

“She is very happy.” He furthered. You nodded and watched your mother dance like she was a 20 year old again. You smiled to yourself because she did look happy.

“Good.”

“What about you?” Your father asked.

“Oh I’m great, it he is good I’m good.” You lied. He nodded and looked back to the dance floor.

“You never could lie to me successfully. Glad to know that after all these years that still remains the same.” You smirked.

“I’m fine daddy.” You promised. He hugged you and kissed your cheek.

“Sometimes the past comes back to show us 1 of 2 things, that we’ve moved past it, or that we’ve made a mistake and have unfinished business.” He said before waking off to join your mother on the dance floor.

You thought to yourself that this was a sick joke. In 10 seconds you found out you hadn’t moved past shit, and in 3 hours you were further shown that the past still has an effect on you in the present. So that left just one option. You breathed out feeling your shoulders tense. In the same instant you felt goosebumps litter your skin-he was close. Sure enough you saw him across the room with Taj and Drew his old best friends. You wondered if he’d kept in touch with them too. As you watched them laugh as if no time had passed at all you knew he had. You tried not to feel like the black sheep of he family realizing that everyone still loved him, that he had kept in touch with everyone-but you. You swallowed the lump in your throat that was threatening to bring tears with it. Just then Chadwick’s eyes met yours and there they remained. You’d stared at each-other like this countless times during your relationship even before you became a couple. He’d find your eyes across the room and bite his bottom lip to silently tell you he wanted you, then he give you that crooked smile you loved so much to say he loved you. Your eyes slipped to his lips and you saw him smile that crooked smile. Your heart fluttered and your knees went weak.

“Hello beautiful.” You tore your eyes away to look at Kevin.

“Kevin?”

“Yeah.” He held out a bouquet of roses to you. You stared at them in confusion before you took them.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You responded staring at the petals.

“You’re beautiful.” He said before leaning into you to kiss the corner of you mouth that met your cheek.

“Kevin…I’m confused.” You began.

“Let’s talk-please.” You studied him fully recognizing the sincere look upon his face.

“Okay.” You responded. He stretched his arm out showing the way for you to lead, ever the gentleman. You walked the path leading out the loud room. You walked down a hall to the first room that wasn’t locked that happened to be a roomy coat closet.

“Kevin what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said those weeks ago. I was jealous and salty as hell and all the way in my feelings.” He rushed out.

“In your feelings? Kevin you said that I had you all fucked up and you didn’t know who I thought I was.” You repeated.

“I know, I regret that. The facts are I miss you Y/N. We built something for 8 months, it wasn’t something trivial, or fake it as real for me and I’m not ready to throw that away over something small.” He confessed. You studied him unsure if he was being for real or if he’d suffered a major head injury.

“Kevin you disappeared for 3 weeks. 3 weeks. How do I know you weren’t off screwing every female off the Panther’s cheerleading team?” You asked.

“Come on Y/N you know the players are demonized for fraternizing with the cheerleaders. I don’t need the stress or headache, plus I’m too stuck on you to entertain anyone else. I tried, went on 2 dates but proved to myself that it wasn’t gonna work.” Kevin explained.

“I miss you. I miss our routine, I miss knowing you’re in the stands watching me, I miss dinners.” The words he was saying should have melted your heart but the truth of the matter was you had a 50 foot ice wall around your heart that had not thawed in years. At this point you doubted it would ever thaw.

“You don’t miss me?” He asked. You took a deep breath in and flared your nose as you thought about his question. You were undecided but you couldn’t tell him that. You nodded your head. He stepped closer taking your free hand into his.

“All right then. Let’s try again.” He said licking his lips in the sexy way you liked.

This lip lick was one of the reasons you two started dealing with each other. You and some friends were at a bar kicking back when your friend Tamaya pointed out you had attention. You looked and saw him staring hard. At first you were amused and decided that you would not even entertain him. You had too much on your plate and not to mention your enthusiasm for dating was dampened because of your lack of genuine interest in a progressive relationship. You laughed to your friends telling them to leave that man alone when he licked his plump, pink lips in the most delectable way. In that instant you decided well maybe you had a little time after all.

“I need the words Y/N.” Kevin interjected.

Involuntarily it was as if your mind got sucked into a similar conversation from the past. A conversation with him-Chadwick.

“I need the words Y/N.” Chadwick said crouched down on one knee before you under your favorite cherry blossom tree.

“Y/N.” Kevin forcefully said dragging you out the memory back to the present. You stared into his hazel eyes and looked down to the flowers. You closed your eyes and released the breath you held.

“How do I know you won’t trip again?” You asked.

“We all have a past right, as long as that past isn’t part of your present I’m good. I do you right, you do me right.” Kevin suggested.

Technically he was right, my past was not part of my present. I mean not really. You stepped to him and pressed your lips to his. Almost instantly he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue between your lips into your mouth. The action took you by surprise but you allowed it. Kevin pulled you flush against his body allowing you to feel every hard line of muscle in his torso and arms. You moaned into him mouth because let’s keep it real the man was fine and biology was biology. He pulled back abruptly and kisses your earlobe.

“Behave or else I’ll Monica Lewinsky all over your dress and you’ll have some explaining to do.” He warned. You smirked and bit your bottom lip as a filthy idea came to mind.

“Make up sex is better in a coat closet.” You said.

“Is it?” Kevin asked.

“I say we find out.” You offered. He looked to you to see if you were serious, you were dead ass. He lifted you without another word and slammed his mouth to yours. The kiss was a frantic one, one that spoke of urgency and need. His big hands gripped your ass and squeezed the supple flesh he found there. He groaned into your mouth and pressed you against the wall. Thankfully being that it was the beginning of may and the south no one wore coats anymore so the racks were empty. You lifted your arms to wrap around his neck and collided with the empty hangers. A few fell from the pole and dropped to the floor with a loud barrage of clatters. Both you and Kevin snickered on each other’s lips but never stopped your actions. You could feel his hardness pressing into your core which prompted a deep throaty moan from you. You bit his bottom lip and he pulled your legs down from around his waist. You stood with your body pressed to his when he tapped your ass 2 times. You knew what that meant. You turned your back to him and he connected his lips to the super sensitive skin where your neck and shoulder met. You sighed out as he sucked forcefully. He knew how much this spot made you weak. It always had. Again involuntarily your mind sucked you back to the past.

“Oh Chadwick.” You loudly groaned out. He snaked his hand to your hair and yanked it backwards allowing him better access to the sensitive spot on your neck. You moaned deeply and grinned your ass on his hardening thick length. He groaned an pushed you forward, you quickly stretched your hands out to brace yourself for what you knew would come next. Chadwick slammed himself deep inside of you. You screeched loudly at the feeling of fullness and pleasure he drudged up. He wrapped his hand around your mouth.

“Shhh Twinkie, we’ll be caught and then we’ll have some explaining to do.” He groaned out before he snapped his hips forward stroking that tender spot deep within you.

You felt Kevin’s lips kiss a trail down your back while he lifted your dress to rest around your waist. He caressed your bare cheeks momentarily before dropping a forceful slap down on one. You groaned and he took that as an invitation to pepper a few more slaps to your ass. Each one a bit more forceful than the last and each one making you even wetter. You felt him slip your thong to the side and stroke between your thighs. You moaned. He used his gentle fingers to rub between your nether lips and lubricating his fingers.

“You’re so wet Y/N.”

You heard him sucking his fingers before you hear the ripping of a condom wrapper. A few more seconds passed before you felt him slide into your roughly. Neither of you wanted any kids at this point in your life and you’d only gone raw with one man in your life. You gasped and stuck your hands out to brace yourself making a few more hangers clatter to the ground. Kevin grunted behind you and began to plow into you with slow intentionally deep thrusts. Each connection of his hips to your ass prompted you to groan loudly and try to grip the wall.

“Shit.” Kevin grunted out before he held on tightly to your waist and picked up the pace of his strokes. The pleasure building in you was subtle you needed more.

“More.” You groaned out. Without a word Kevin grabbed your hair and pulled your head back and slammed his hips into you repeatedly. You screeched out and squeezed your eyes shut. You were pulled back into the past.

“Yes Bear, right there, fuck daddy right there. Don’t stop.” You panted out as Chadwick continued to pound into you as if you hadn’t just milked him 2 hours before.

“Whose pussy is this Twinkie, tell me!” Chadwick ordered as he forcefully gripped your hair.

“Yours baby, all yours.” You affirmed. As if that was what he needed to hear to release the animal in him he began to plow his hips as a maddening pace into you. At every connection his thick hardness made to your sweet spot inside you groaned out loudly. Soon you were a groaning, panting mess. You felt Chadwick angle upwards and tears began to sting your eyes at the newfound painful-pleasure sensations that were overtaking your entire body. You felt weak but Chadwick’s free hand held you firmly around your waist refusing to let go.

“Yes baby girl, throw that ass back for me. ”Kevin ordered as you threw it back on him chasing your own orgasm. He met each of your glides with a deep thrust of his own. Shit you were close. You sped up your grinding and that set Kevin off. He gripped you with both hands and slammed painfully into you. On the 3rd stroke your dam broke and your orgasm tore through you. You screamed out as the heart of it claimed you. Your legs went weak but Kevin held you tightly as he continued chasing his pleasure. Within a few strokes he was there with you spilling his seed into the condom. He groaned deeply and grinned his hips into you trying to release every single drop. Soon the only sounds in the closet were those of yours and Kevin’s satiated pants. Kevin kissed your back before sliding out of you with a slow moan.

“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.” Kevin joked. You smirked before standing up and slipping your thong back into place.

“Don’t say that, the Carolina Panthers fans would picket and string my ass up for taking one of their best players out.” He snorted.

“Death by amazing pussy mark it on my tombstone.” He joked. You snorted and shook your head.

“You’re so stupid.” He smiled and pulled you to him and placed 2 tender kisses to your lips before peering into your eyes. He didn’t speak and the moment felt too heavy, too intimate, you broke the gaze and made a move to the door. He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you to him before kissing your neck.

“Round 2 later, my place?” He asked. You smirked.

“If you keep kissing on my neck like that it’s gonna be round 3.” You teased pushing him back with your ass. He laughed and you opened the door. You stepped out adjusting your dress for a final time when you felt him slap your ass again as he stepped out behind you.

You walked back down the hall with Kevin behind you. As you turned to walk back into the dance room he crept his hand around your hip and hooked his thumb on your hipbone. He bent down to whisper in your ear about how beautiful you looked again and you smiled at the compliment. You saw your brothers approaching and they each exchanged handshakes with Kevin and began small talk. They liked Kevin, they especially liked the free tickets they got to every Panther’s home game too. As they talked your eyes found his from across the room again. His eyes were glued to you and he did not look pleased. Matter of fact he looked vulnerable, almost insecure, it was a look you weren’t familiar with. Chadwick never looked insecure, he was always secure of himself and his abilities. The look you shared went on for several moments. You felt Kevin return his arm around your hip and pull your closer which broke you out of your pause , but not before you saw Chadwick clench his jaw. It was the tell tale sign that he was annoyed and trying to contain his level of anger to one that was manageable. You shook your head slightly and focused your attention on the conversation you were drawn into.

The remainder of the night you mingled with friends and family that had gathered to celebrate the life of your mother. Everyone enjoyed themselves and danced to their heart’s delight and you were happy to see that all the planning and all the money you’d spent went to good use. You did your best to keep ensure you kept your distance from him, anytime you were more than a half a football field close to him it was too close. You also worked to keep him and Kevin at opposite sides of the room at all times. You didn’t need Kevin figuring out who he was. He mingled with your friends and family as if nothing had happened, no time had passed and everything was still the same. It was as if he had no thought in his mind that told him to leave and never come back or to be ashamed. It was as if he felt no shame and thought he had every right to be here enjoying a night with your friends and your family. He knew damn well he’d abdicated that right long ago when he ripped your heart out without a care in the world. Your mother loved having him there, often times in conversation she would refer to him as her son, as if he were part of the family. It irked you beyond measure. Everyone carried on as if it was like old times. You felt like an outcast but you still kept that smile plastered to your face and your head held high to protract the calm, cool, and collected bad bitch everyone presumed you to be.

By the end of the night everyone said their goodbyes and made it to their cars. You gave the final check to the planner, Kady and thanked her for a job well done. After saying good night to your parents who surprisingly hung all night till nearly 3am you hugged your sister who was so drunk her boyfriend Ryan had to hold her up.

“Cocks in your henhouse.” She whispered giving you a whiff of all the alcohol she’d had that night.

“Okay, don’t do that again.”

“No, Y/N, cocks in your henhouse, pick the cock you want in your henhouse. Pick the right one, the best one, hopefully it’s the biggest.” She drunkenly whispered again. You were confused at what the hell she meant. You looked to Ryan who nodded.

“Okay Hila, time to get you home and into bed.” Ryan began.

“Oooh you’re gonna tuck me in properly daddy? Gonna give me that put you to sleep dick daddy?” Nahila slurred. Ryan looked embarrassed as everyone laughed around them.

“Don’t deny her that dick baby!” Aunt Cynthia erupted from her position next to you. Everyone busted out in a sea of laughter again. You shook your head because aunt Cynthia was always talking about someone getting in their business with her no censor ass. Ryan lifted Nahila and carried her towards their car saying his final good nights to the family.

“Thank you for my party sweetheart.” Your mother said hugging you again.

“Perhaps it’s time you talk to him.” She whispered in your ear. You stiffened. “Words unspoken can be as painful as the ones you speak.” She advised. You rolled your eyes and pulled back and plastered that perfect smile onto your face again.

“Good night mother.” You responded.

“Y/N, your stubbornness will be your downfall.” She warned.

“Your nosiness and disloyalty just might be yours.” You snapped. She didn’t react instead she took your hand and pulled you to the side away from the eager ears of your family. She softly squeezed your hand in the way she did to comfort you as she’d done all the years of your life.

“I am nosey because I love you and what you see as disloyalty is really an eagerness to see you happy and loved the way you deserve. The way daddy loves me.” She explained. With those words your anger toward her melted-some. You swallowed the lump that rose in your throat.

“I promise you sweetheart, I do nothing that I do not see is in your best interest.” She finished. You felt the sincerity in her words. You knew she wouldn’t maliciously do anything unless it was to Ida her sworn enemy ever since she tried to flirt with your father and steal him away before they were married. Your mother touched your cheek gently.

“Tell me you believe that.” She softly said. You nodded.

“I know mom.” You reassured. She smiled meekly and nodded herself before she walked back over to your father. You swallowed and tried to shake off the emotions stirring within you. After a minute you walked back over and saw Chadwick watching you off to the side.

“Ready?” Kevin asked. You nodded and kissed your father’s cheek.

“All right, good night everyone.” You said walking to Kevin’s outstretched arm. He wrapped his arm around your waist and steered you toward your car.

You passed Chadwick and his eyes followed you both. Kevin opened the passenger side door for you and allowed you to climb inside. His hand moved from your waist to your hip to ensure you didn’t fall, an action he always did. Once you were inside he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in. You kept your eyes forward refusing to acknowledge him any more than you already had. You felt Kevin kiss your temple before turning the ignition on. Before he pulled off your brain betrayed you and told your eyes to look. You saw him standing there looking down at something shiny that resembled something you recognized, something that made you think of the last gift you gave him, a crystal encrusted “Kae Me” the Adinkra symbol for faithfulness and remembrance. Your face dropped as Kevin slowly rolled the car past him.

“What.” You whispered onto the glass. To Be Continued….

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A/N: The guy yall is Prince Donnell AKA Donnell Morris he is all over IG okuurrrr.

#lovers can’t be friends fic #chadwick boseman #chadwick x reader #chadwick x you

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