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am-i-interrupting · 11 months

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i saw that your requests are open and saw the possibilty of a polyam thing could be written 👀

I wanna request smth nsfw cuz TOTK is rotting my brain (if you want to do it, of course)

I really want a Rauru x Sonia x Reader where the reader and Sonia top Rauro in the bedroom and he is just a mess from how much he is feeling from the other two (and getting praised for doing such a good job cuz yeah alskjshd)

Again, if you want to do it! Have a good day/night

Anything

Tags: 2.1k words, gn!reader, could be read as a strap on or dick, teasing, praise, nicknames, fingering, cum play, penetrative sex, anal, threesome

Sonia was behind him. Her arms were wrapped around his waist. She dragged her hands up and down his sides. He leaned back into the touch while keeping his hips jutted forward.

You were kneeling in front of him. Your hands were on his hips, keeping him in place. Rauru tried to shift, to get you to touch. You didn’t, not yet. You needed something first.

You trailed your nails along his pelvic bone, a purposefully teasing touch. He jerked away from your touch and then back into it.

“Please,” he said, “please, no more teasing.”

“But I was just getting started,” you said with a purposefully whining tone.

“Dear,” Sonia began to chime in, “you wouldn’t want to deprive our darling of fun, would you?”

He shook his head. “Never. I just need you to touch me, please.”

You hummed in thought. You pulled your hands away from him. His eyes fell closed as he sighed in disappointment.

“Well, if you can’t handle working up to your reward, maybe you don’t deserve anything,” you told him.

A bit of panic fluttered through Rauru’s eyes. “No, please, I can wait. I can be good.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You ranked your nails down his inner thigh. His knees nearly buckled but he managed to keep himself upright. You just stroked the soft parts of his legs.

Sonia kept her hands on his back. She pet him while she placed little kissed to his back. Her nails dragged down his skin with not even enough pressure to leave a trail.

He seemed torn. He couldn’t decide who’s touch he wanted to lean into. He was stuck in a position where he wanted to move forward and back but couldn’t move one way without moving away from the other.

Good. Let him be torn. He deserves it.

What was he thinking? He’d been teasing you and Sonia all day. He deserved a little drawn out punishment. Although, maybe he didn’t realize he’d been teasing. It happened a lot.

It was hard to believe him though, when he said it wasn’t his intention. He had a habit of drawing attention to both his hands and his lips at the same time, with those chin strokes he did when he was deep in thought. He’d also draped himself over you in particular several times today and nuzzled his face into your hair as he squeezed you just a bit before he backed away without warning. He was a tease. Whether he knew it or not.

You let the knuckles of your hand gently brush against his balls. He shuddered a breath. Carefully you just held one between your fingers, no pressure, barely any touch, just in place.

“Darling, please,” he said.

You rolled them between your fingers once. The moan that came from his lips was so delicious.

“What will you do for me if I do?” you asked.

He looked down at you with hooded eyes. “Anything, anything you want.”

You hummed, “Did you hear that, Sonia? He’ll let me do anything I want.”

“Oh, I heard,” she said as she looked at you.

A silent conversation was had between you both with just your eyes. You both knew what you were going to do.

She moved away from his back, giving his ass a quick smack as she did. He hissed. She went to the bedside drawer and rummaged through it.

You rested your head on his thigh and looked up at him. He whimpered at the sight. You knew it must be a good one.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. You moved and gave a faux lick to his dick, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him but not close enough to touch.

“Anything I want,” you repeated, drawing out each syllable.

Sonia came back with her fingers covered in lube. She pushed Rauru forward. He caught himself on the dresser behind you.

“Stay forward, dear,” she said. “Let me play with your pretty little ass.”

Rauru moaned at the words and his eyes went closed as he adjusted himself so she could have better access.

“Anything you want,” he said.

You smiled and finally you took him in your mouth. You licked and lapped. You pulled him all the way in until he choked you. You bobbed up and down his length, uncaring of the mess of saliva that was trailing out of your mouth.

“Fuck.”

You moaned around him. It wasn’t often you could hear him curse but you did it was always delectable. At least you knew you were doing it right.

You looked up at him, tears brimming the edges of your eyes, and saw him staring down at you. His mouth was open. His eyes were hooded. Every noise that bubbled in his throat came out of his mouth.

“You’re doing so good for me, dear,” Sonia said.

You watched as he shuddered and sighed, his eyes going closed at the simple praise. His dick twitched in your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked. Then you pulled back and let your spit lube your hands as you transferred from your mouth to your hands.

“Do you wanna cum on me?” you asked him. His eyes closed again. “Baby, you gotta answer me. Do you wanna cum on me? Mark me up? Make me yours?”

“Fuck, please,” he said.

“Good boy,” you said.

A clear string of pre-cum began to leak from his tip. You licked it up and your hands continued to move back and forth. You then moved the very tip of your tongue quickly over his own tip.

It only took a few seconds before cum started spurting from him. Some landed on your mouth, on your chin, over your nose and cheeks, just skirting your eye.

He panted when he was finished; hissed when you took his tip in your mouth and sucked in clean.

You slid off him and off your knees so you sat on the floor of the bedroom.

“How are things back there?” you asked.

“One second, I’m almost done,” Sonia said.

You looked up at Rauru, his mouth still hung open as he panted, his eyes shut closed, every so often he made a small noise.

You stood and placed your face right in front of his own. You petted his face and ears before you threaded your fingers through his hair.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you told him. “So good.”

You kissed his lips and he kissed back on instinct. He moaned softly, almost tired, when he tasted himself on you.

When the kiss ended, his eyes fluttered open and he moved closer. He licked every strand of cum off your face, slowly, sensually. He dragged his tongue over your skin.

“I want to be good for you,” he said when he was finished.

You cupped his jaw and slowly moved your hand along the shape of his head.

“All done,” Sonia said, sounding proud of her work.

You thumbed the small horns at the top of his head and then patted his cheek. “You will be,” you said before you moved behind him.

Sonia leaned back into your touch as she examined her work. Her hands spread his ass apart, revealing an open, gaping hole.

You kissed her temple. “Perfect.”

“I know,” she said. ��Dear, can you lay on the bed?”

Rauru slowly moved to stand upright again. He nearly stumbled but caught himself and plopped down onto the bed.

Sonia turned to you and pulled you into a long, open mouthed kiss. Her tongue slid over yours. She dragged it along the roof of your mouth. Her hand went to your nipple and she tweaked it before she pulled away.

She crawled onto the bed, almost taunting you with the curve of her ass and the view of her privates. She moved over top of Rauru and gave him a quicker kiss. Then she turned over to lay on her back across his torso. His hands instinctively moved to keep her in place.

She curved one arm around Rauru’s neck. She used her other hand to spread her folds.

“Come get me ready, will you?” she asked, her words directed at you.

You rolled your eyes and got yourself ready. You grabbed some of the lube she’d placed on the nightstand and spread it over your hand. You then lubed yourself.

You crawled onto the bed yourself. You ran a hand over her body, her skin so soft to the touch. You let a finger move over her clit causing her to sigh before you curved your hand so you could fit your fingers inside her.

She was warm around your finger. Her walls clenched around you. You quickly added two and scissored them inside her, opening her up further. She gave a small, breathy moan at the feeling.

You added a third finger and started to search for the spot you knew she loved. It only took several curlings of your fingers to find the slightly harder, ball shaped spot you were looking for.

“Oh, right there, darling,” she said.

You worked that spot as you added in a fourth finger. She didn’t wince at the additional intrusion, only moaned. Too caught up in her pleasure to notice she was being stretched. You thrust your fingers in and out several times, hitting her where she wanted to be touched each time, before you slipped them out.

You replaced your fingers with your cock. She moved her hips up to meet you as you entered her. You slowly began to thrust in and out of her.

As you did so, behind you you could feel the awakening of Rauru’s cock as it slowly began to harden and his own noises joined Sonia’s.

You worked her clit for a moment then began adding your fingers inside her with your cock. She bit her lip at the first finger. She stretched accommodate you. You added another finger. Then another. Until almost your entire hand was inside her with your cock.

You stilled, free hand on her stomach to remind her to breathe. You could feel her inhale and exhale. It took several long moments for her to open her eyes again.

“Fuck,” she said softly.

You rocked inside her. She moved with every thrust. Her hair bunched up and then straightened out. Her mouth fell open and then closed. Her breasts went up and then down. She was a vision with Rauru’s own eyes closed and his face buried in her hair.

You leaned up and kissed her cheek. “I’m gonna leave you, okay?” you told her and she nodded.

Carefully you removed yourself from inside her. You helped her up and accepted her kisses that she smothered you with.

Then you helped situate her so she hovered above Rauru’s hard dick. Slowly she sunk down, her arms coming around your neck as she did. She leaned her head back against you. Her mouth slack.

You moved so you could find his entrance and slowly guided yourself inside just out of sync with Sonia.

Rauru whined and moaned as she encapsulated him and you entered him.

You thrusted out as Sonia moved up and then thrusted in as she moved down. You both quickly found a rhythm because you’d used it before.

Your hand snaked around her torso and you found her clit, soaking wet and throbbing. You moved your finger to play with it and she moaned loudly, wantonly.

In and out.

Up and down.

You moved. You played with her. She clenched around him. Her arms pulled you close.

It didn’t take long for curses to start to spill from her and her body to shake with an orgasm. You helped her through it. When she was finished, she sunk down on Rauru’s length and slumped against you.

A few minutes later, Rauru gave a small grunt followed by a loud moan and he tensed himself.

You slid out of him and helped Sonia off. She kissed you and moved her hand to her hole where Rauru’s cum spilled out of her. You knew she liked to keep it inside her, it almost pained her to have it slip out.

You quickly helped lay her on her back in the bed. She held your hand and pulled you up to her face.

“Your turn,” she said before she put her mouth on you.

You moaned at the slick warmth of her tongue. Your breath hitched when you felt Rauru’s hands wrap around you and his face nuzzle into your neck. He licked and bit and sucked on your skin.

It didn’t take long with both their mouths on you for you to cum. Then they brought you down into the bed. Sonia added your release to Rauru’s inside her. You could clean up later.

#Sonia x reader #Sonia x you #Queen Sonia x you #queen Sonia x reader #rauru x reader #rauru x you #king rauru x you #king rauru x reader #rauru x sonia x reader

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qyuoza · 1 year

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By Chance (Soobin)

“Good morning my name is Choi Soobin, I’m new around here. Please take care of me well”

Genre: Fluff, BSF2L!

Pairing: Soobin x Afab!reader

Warnings: A LOT OF LONG DIALOGUE, nothing much Y/n just falls over.

Synopsis: Who could’ve known that the new kid that had walked into your classroom and coincidentally became your new seatmate by chance, was also your soulmate?

Note: Happy Soobin day everyone! This was an unpublished fic in my notes app that was honestly just decaying since it had been there since last year, but with a little bit of imagination I managed to fix it up in time for his birthday. Happy birthday to the biggest sweetheart and epitome of love, thank you to Soobin for being the best leader and for continuing to make everyone smile. Also this is severely unedited and only slightly proofread so proceed with caution.

You never thought he would be a significant part of your life the moment he walked into your classroom, but you were oh so wrong now that you think about it. When Soobin came in that day, without you paying any mind whatsoever, you he wasn’t going to be anyone special.

“Good morning my name is Choi Soobin, I’m new around here. Please take care of me well” the tall boy bowed in front of the class as the teacher nodded. You gawked at his height, and maybe his looks as well, but he was definitely cute so who could blame you.

“Thank you Soobin, you can go sit next to Y/n, please raise your hand Ms. Lee” you raised your hand awkwardly in response as Soobin walked towards you, your heart suddenly doing a leap in your chest.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/n” Soobin smiled at you stiffly and nodded, he was definitely something. “I look forward to getting to know you, tell me about yourself” he said softly all of a sudden.

You smiled up at him and looked at your hands, embarrassed by his tone, maybe it wasn’t so bad to get to know him at first. You were going to sit beside each other for most of the year so making an effort shouldn’t be too much.

Though the next year was practically bliss for you. Soobin was an amazing best friend and you couldn’t ask for anything better from him, the two of you sharing a seat beside one another aiding in the blossoming friendship.

“Oi Choi Soobin! Don’t do that” you whined, Soobin only laughing before he snatched your notebook to scribble something in it for the upteenth time, and using his height at an advantage.

You tried to take it back but to no avail as he was way taller and stronger than you. After a minute of him holding the notebook over your head, you finally got your notebook back and saw that Soobin had drawn a few scribbles and words across the page you were just writing in.

“Drawing in your notebook is honestly fun, but seeing your reactions is better” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and continued to focus on the lesson, while hiding your blushing cheeks, but that was until Soobin decided to tap your shoulder.

“Did you see the new A-TEEN episode? I honestly couldn’t get over how Do Hana openly liked Min” Soobin rested his head on his palm and glanced at you.

This was one of the reasons he was practically your best friend, you both shared similar interests and liked to talk about them, and calling it a lot was an understatement.

“Yeah, it was stupid on her part because it’s obvious that he liked Kim Hana, like she deserves way better than Min” you replied. Soobin chuckled, you spoke as if you knew these characters in real life and were friends with them.

Then your friendship had soon progressed when you were bored out of your mind one day, and talking to Soobin on Kakaotalk. It became a regular routine and you both spoke almost every single day, wether it be about school or simply random things.

To: Bin🐰

wyd rn?

Bin🐰

nothing like i honestly wanna go somewhere bcs its so boring today

Your eyes widened as a light bulb had turned on in your head. You texted Soobin back in record speed.

To: Bin🐰

how abt we meet up at starfield? i live nearby

Bin🐰

sure i’ll be there in a few let’s meet up at the library

To: Bin🐰

see u then ;;

Bin🐰

see youu :)

Smiling at Soobin’s text, you then started to get ready. Putting on a simple outfit that consisted of black baggy denim jeans and a white top, finished with a pair of black converse.

Arriving earlier than him, you decided to look through the books while waiting for Soobin. Then you saw a book that caught your eye, it was about a man who loved a girl so much that he started collecting pieces of her. Sounded very grotesque but you were open to anything really when it came to books.

“Hey” suddenly you heard a familiar voice and jumped slightly. Turning around to see the culprit, you were then met with Soobin standing in front of you.

He was clad in a simple outfit, not too flashy and clean cut. A black knitted sweater, jeans and a black beanie with converse, you didn’t understand how he could look so good almost effortlessly.

“God Soobin, don’t scare me like that next time” you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. He laughed as you both started to head off somewhere.

“Thanks for agreeing, I couldn’t reach the others so I’m glad at least you were up to hangout” Soobin quipped. You smiled and shook your head.

“It’s nothing really” you say as you both walked around the library. “Could you give me any book recommendations?” Soobin asked. You looked at him dumbfounded but with an unknown glint in your eyes.

“Follow me!” Without thinking you grabbed his hand and led him somewhere else in the maze of a library. Soobin’s face reddened but he hid his face as he let you lead him to your favorite genres to recommend.

Months later, you had decided to go to a concert with your best girl friends and invited Soobin, Yeonjun and your younger friends Hueningkai, Taehyun and Beomgyu.

“Who are you guys seeing in concert?” Beomgyu asked. Haena checked her phone and showed him the concert poster, it was for a group called ‘Wanna One’ and they were holding it at Gocheok Sky Dome for the next two days.

“You’re going all two days?!” Hueningkai exclaimed, the other girls looked at him seriously and nodded. Then he looked at the older boys awkwardly as if asking for help.

“I don’t see harm in going, you guys already bought tickets for us?” Soobin made eye contact with you and you nodded shyly.

“Guys come on, let’s go with them. They already bought us tickets so the least we can do is go, there’s no harm in going to a concert anyway” he said.

The guys shrugged and they all made the unanimous decision to go, just as Soobin said. The tickets were already paid for, so feeling slightly guilty they just decided to go with it.

“Who paid for them by the way?” Yeonjun asked. Eunseo pointed at you and herself while he had his mouth agape. “They were expensive so don’t fuck it up” she joked.

Yeonjun put his arms up defensively, the rest of you laughing at him. “Don’t be so dramatic” Taehyun slapped his shoulder, while Yeonjun sulked, pouting slightly.

As the others spoke among themselves, Soobin turned to you and you stared back with a short grin on your face.

“To be honest it’s my first concert and I’ve never been to one before” he confessed. You giggle and smile slightly.

“It’s my first one as well! Don’t worry too much, Haena and Eunseo are pretty experienced so as long as we all cooperate it’ll be fine” you reply, playing with your fingers.

Truthfully speaking you were nervous as well, but comforted by the fact that you would all go together and look out for each other.

“I can tell you’re nervous Y/n, please don’t hide it. I’ll be there to help so just like call us or anything if something urgent comes up” you laugh at how cute Soobin is while he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

A few seconds go by and you notice how quiet your surroundings are, only to find out that the others were staring at you both. You glare at them but they all only smirked in response.

“Aye you two should really date” Beomgyu teased, Haena and Taehyun joining in from beside him. Eunseo only looks at you with a shit eating grin, when Soobin finally decided to speak up.

“Guys stop acting like that, it’s nothing deep. Besides you’re making Y/n uncomfortable and I don’t even see her in that way” he said calmly.

He was only trying to defend you, but the last part seemed like a jab in the heart, even though you knew better. Soobin did openly tell you himself that he didn’t really do feelings.

‘I don’t even like Soobin like that, so why the fuck did it hurt?’ You thought. The others decided to drop the conversation as a whole and you thanked Soobin for clearing things up.

“Alright whatever, you both would’ve looked so cute honestly. Now boys, I’ll airdrop, or for some android users, message you your tickets, no clearing photos just yet because it’s tomorrow” Eunseo opened up her phone and started sending them randomly, while Taehyun and Hueningkai grumbled at her android comment.

“It’s tomorrow?! You know I can’t come up with a good fit in less than twenty four hours” Yeonjun whined again. Eunseo only flicked her wrist at him disapprovingly.

“You’re lying, you styled Soobin in less than thirty minutes—“ she was interrupted. “That’s because Soobin would wear a garbage bag if you gave him one” Yeonjun scoffed. Eunseo gave him a death glare as they started bickering back and forth.

“Do you think we’d survive if the two bicker enough like this?” You say hesitantly, almost in a really joking way.

“We’ll be fine, you and Soobin are like parents so we trust you both” Haena interjected.

The next day, it was almost like a fashion show seeing all your friends gathered up. Yeonjun was clad in an all black ensemble, as well Haena in all black too, but the real show stopper was when you and Soobin stood next to each other.

You two seemed to have the same thing in mind because you wore a white dress up to your knees with long flowy sleeves and a square neckline, while Soobin wore a white dress shirt and light wash denim jeans.

“Quick! Snap a pic of them right now!” Eunseo shook Taehyun, though Hueningkai just ended up grabbing the phone from his hands and capturing the photo himself.

When you and Soobin were too preoccupied among yourselves, you heard a camera shutter go off and you looked up to see Hueningkai, Yeonjun and Haena with their phones out and Beomgyu hiding behind Taehyun.

“HAHA— Guys the VIP section line opened up, so we better get going” Haena ran as Eunseo followed. The boys shrugged and trailed behind leaving you and Soobin by yourselves.

“They’re still kids” you sigh, grabbing Soobin’s hand once again out of habit and leading him to wherever the line was. Too bad you failed to notice the boy tense up as he lets you drag him along, his ears turning into tomatoes.

Inside the venue, you and your friends had managed to make your way over to the barricade, the boys insisting to stand behind and around you, Eunseo and Haena as some sort of protection.

“You guys really didn’t need to” you said to Soobin, concerned, but he only gave you a half smile.

“It’s nothing, we’ll be ok. You three are the main priority because we don’t want you getting seriously hurt” it was touching, so you quickly hid your face and nodded.

Once the concert started, it was the best experience you could’ve ever had in your entire life. The music blared, your two other friends screaming as the members performed on stage.

“I promise you! I promise you!” You held onto Eunseo as you both sang, and Hueningkai was jumping along behind you both.

“This is amazing—“ before you could finish your sentence, you almost fell back into the crowd, luckily enough though, Soobin had caught you before you got hurt.

“You alright there? You dropped your uh bong?” he handed you the light stick and you thanked him, taking it from his hands gratefully as you both exchanged flustered smiles.

“Thank you all for coming tonight Wannables! See you tomorrow or for some soon!” Wanna One bowed and you all started piling out the venue. You and your friends following after taking a few pictures by the stage.

“That was one of the best things I have ever experienced, but say, aren’t they going to disband soon?” Beomgyu asked.

The girls glared at him and you giggled. You weren’t as big of a fan as Eunseo and Haena, so you couldn’t really say much.

“Choi Beomgyu! I’ll kick you in the nuts if you say that one more time” Haena huffed. You held her back and grimanced awkwardly, it wasn’t a big deal but you couldn’t tell if the question was genuine or not.

“Of course she doesn’t mean that—“ then she managed to push you off of her while throwing a fit as a joke.

“What about you? I noticed you and Soobin having a moment during I promise you” Haena eyed you and Soobin, but he immediately shook his head in denial at the accusation.

“Y/n dropped her light stick and nearly fell into the crowd, please it didn’t mean anything and I was looking out for her” Soobin replied nonchalantly. You agreed and the others only rolled their eyes.

“Hm alright but if you both do end up dating nobody is going to be surprised” Yeonjun said, hands in his pockets.

“Do you guys want to go ice skating?” Hueningkai suddenly said. You all turned to him and thought for awhile before agreeing.

“I don’t see why not, when are you all free?” You say enthusiastically. For the first time, the others were stunned to see your eyes sparkling at the idea of going somewhere, so they couldn’t disagree.

“We could go on Saturday, does anyone have anything planned?” Eunseo asked. The rest shook their heads meaning it was a unanimous decision for you all to go, no one had much to do so you settled for said day.

“Sounds good to me, are we all paying or?” Yeonjun asked. If nobody’s seen it yet, then this is them, your friend group. The first ever group of friends who always worry about money whenever you’d all go places, because everyone’s hopeless with it.

“Can we stop worrying about money for once? We can all chip in if you guys want to. As far as I know tickets go for like ₩250,000 per person, and we can all use our own money to decide where we would eat” Eunseo said.

“Alright, just text the group chat any other plans. We’ll go at ten in the morning to avoid crowds, so whoever arrives first gets dibs on choosing the skates first” Hueningkai pulled out his phone to check something and you all nodded at his words.

You shifted your position on the grass and tapped Soobin’s shoulders. “Could I rest my legs on top of yours? They’re aching really bad” you ask softly.

Soobin nodded and gave you the freedom to position yourself to your liking, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable or to find a comfortable position.

“Thanks, my legs were dying” you thanked him softly. He chuckled and went through his phone, telling you about a pair of shoes he liked while asking for your opinion on them.

“I think those look really good actually, you could pair it with a lot of outfits and have the shoes as the main point” you say. Once again, you hear silence and look up at your friends.

You raise a brow at them and look at Soobin, who also gave you a questioning look. “What?” You both ask in unison.

“Are you sure you’re not dating?” Taehyun looked suspiciously. “I—“ Haena shushed you and you tried to bite her finger.

“Ew Y/n! That’s gross stop it! Now can we stop thinking these two are dating, they’re in denial and we can’t do anything about it” she rolled her eyes at you with a huff.

This time around, the girls had decided to get ready at your house for a change. “Ok so this time it’ll be the moment where we will break through physical barriers between you and Soobin, so we have to make you look pretty” Eunseo said.

Haena threw a pair of black dress pants, a white turtleneck and a blue sweatshirt with a teddy bear printed on it, onto your bed. “You have so many good clothes Y/n, I have to rob you more often” she says flatly, but you only click your tongue.

“Buy your own clothes, I’ll gladly go shopping with you both because my closet is a sacred place” you reply. Eunseo turns around on the white swivel chair in front of your vanity and chuckles at your words.

“It’s a literal sacred place because it’s a walk in” she says, and drags you over in front of the huge mirror. “Now Y/n, let me do my magic on you so Soobin can finally ask you out” you were forced into the seat, the fear evident on your face.

“Well hurry, Yeonjun texted the group chat that he’s on his way with the others” Haena exclaimed. She dropped her phone and plugged in the curling iron as Eunseo started on your makeup.

Meanwhile on the other hand, the boys were waiting outside Y/n’s house in Yeonjun’s car. “Didn’t you tell them we were here already? What’s taking them so long?” Beomgyu huffed. Yeonjun only shrugged, then noticed you three finally piling out of the house, though something was off.

“What the fuck, is that Y/n?!” Hueningkai gawked at your appearance.

The other boys turned to wherever he was looking and also gwaked. “What are you guys—?” Soobin followed their eyes and saw you outside the door.

You looked, different. That’s what Soobin thought, but it was a good different because you looked pretty. For the first time in his life, Soobin felt different around you too.

“There you guys are! I can’t believe you guys took all that time in there just for ice skating, come on. For the record though, Y/n you look really beautiful” Yeonjun smiles gently as he takes in your form.

“Thanks Jjun, not so bad yourself. Now let’s get going before the rink gets too crowded” you all pile in to the car, which thankfully fit every single one of you and head off.

During the ride to the rink, you noticed Soobin was unusually more quiet than usual. Sure he wasn’t someone who had a lot to say compared to the others, but this time he barely let out a word.

“Are you alright? You seem a bit down, is something on your mind?” You turn and ask him softly.

Soobin looks up at you and nods gently, to which you mentally sighed in relief at. Good to know he was alright at least, but something was still bothering him.

“Nothing much, I promise. Just, you look uh pretty today but Yeonjun hyung’s compliment made me feel, weird?” Soobin avoided your gaze as his words left you visibly flustered. It didn’t take a genius to put together what he was referring to.

The whole ride was over faster than you could even blink and you all clambered in to the rink. It looked a bit empty, which was a good sign that it wasn’t too crowded either.

“Ok! Let’s all check in and get our skates before more people come in” Haena ran and you all followed behind her, some laughing while you and Soobin, along with Taehyun, walked behind them.

“Are you two sure you don’t somehow have feelings for each other?” Taehyun suddenly quipped. You and Soobin flinch at the question, giving Taehyun the answer he needed.

“Forget I said anything, I have my answer already” he grinned before walking past you both and jogging towards Hueningkai. Soobin shrugged and you nodded, the two of you finally catching up and getting your skates.

After the rest of you had tied your skates and secured them, you all wobbled towards the entrance of the rink. By the time you had arrived though, everyone else except Soobin and Eunseo were all over the place.

“Y/n here, hold my hand” Soobin reached out towards you and you took his hand gratefully, the male helping you steady yourself on the ice.

The three of you were at the edge of the rink, but Soobin had suddenly left you and Eunseo. “This idiot knew how to skate the entire time! I can’t believe him!” Eunseo whined, you laughed but inside you were also panicking. You had no idea how to skate, not one bit.

“Soobin! Help me over here!” You say angrily, because Eunseo had also just decided to leave you by yourself. Soobin skated over and took your hand in his again, helping you get the hang of using the skates.

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed by your friends, and immediately Yeonjun grabbed his phone and filmed you both from behind, Eunseo catching up to them.

“Here take it easy, hold me in case you’ll fall. There see, you’re doing it! How easy was that” Soobin lightly encouraged you, your eyes lighting up after seeing you could skate a little bit.

“Wait Y/n, before you go, can I tell you something?” Soobin called and you turned, it was a heart warming moment until you fell on your butt, but Soobin helped you up before he continued.

“I like you! I was too ashamed to admit it but now I’m sure of how I feel now towards you, and it’s ok if you don’t feel the same but I just wanted to get it off my shoulders” Soobin suddenly blabbered out.

You stop him out of shock but also because you had to take in everything he said before replying with a smile.

“First uh, it’s ok I’m here! That was a lot, but also I feel the same way as you do Soobin! I’m glad you told me” you say, also nervous at the sudden confrontation between you both.

“Will you be my girlfriend then? Or is it too—“ before he could get carried away with his words again, you shushed him and chuckled before nodding.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the rink, six of your other friends were cheering, to which people in return gave them very odd looks.

“Did you catch that?!” Beomgyu says excitedly. Yeonjun nods before they all see the two of you make your way towards their side of the rink.

“They filmed us didn’t they” Soobin grimances.

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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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So. Todomatsu always ACTS like he hates that Karamatsu is so eccentric, but we all know he actually doesn't mind that much. If anyone else made fun of him for that stuff, I can't help but think he wouldn't let it fly. So what about a situation where Karamatsu gets made fun of/bullied/put down by someone OUTSIDE the family for being the way he be and Todomatsu gets an opportunity to go into full protective mode over him??

OH SHIT the youngest of them goes feral

dare I say... RELEASE THE BABY!!!!!

God I love Zaimoku, it’s so good <3

If Totty is being completely, utterly, unfailingly honest with himself, his brothers need his help if one of them is going to be going on a date.

Really, he’s the only one who has any clue about how to act on a date! He could hit his big brothers over the head with a Clue-by-four with that shit and they still wouldn’t really get it.

Even so… part of him thinks he shouldn’t really be following Karamatsu to a date. Karamatsu is the one Totty knows is never going to come running to him for advice or assistance, especially with girls; he’s got the undeserved ego of an avocado toast sandwich. Totty isn’t sure he’d be pleased to know his baby brother tagged along not because he has to sort out a schedule thing at work, but because he wants to keep an eye on Karamatsu.

What else is he supposed to do, though? Just let Karamatsu go alone and totally blow it? His usual behavior aside, Totty really wants his big brothers to be happy and have fulfilling relationships. He thinks if he can be there to keep an eye on things, well, maybe it won’t go so bad. Maybe Karamatsu will have a shot with this woman. Maybe he’ll get a girlfriend!

The very idea was enough to make him feel a little better about lying so that his brother will take him along. It eases his conscience, imagining that if he manages to help Karamatsu out to the point that the second eldest ends up in a loving, joyful relationship, (obviously as opposed to the past few horrible ones he’s had), then a little fib isn’t so bad, is it?

After all, if he were the one in need of something like this, he’d be grateful for his brothers’ help however they did it.

Of course, when he sees the look this girl gives Karamatsu, a look like the kind a baby gives after licking a lemon for the first time, Totty can’t help but wince. This isn’t off to a great start. He lingers by the counter, greeting Sacchi and Aida, trying not to look as if he’s watching his big brother’s date.

“Aren’t you off today, Totty?” Sacchi hums as she turns to start making a drink.

He nods. “Yeah, well, I can’t stay away, I guess, haha.”

Aida jerks her head toward the table where Karamatsu and his date are. “That’s one of your brothers, right? Still as painful as ever,” she teases. “Is he… oh, my God, he’s on a date??”

“Shhhh, shh!” Totty waves his hands a little, hoping to get his friends to quiet down a little. The last thing Karamatsu needs is to be drawing attention. “He thinks I tagged along to talk to you guys about my schedule. But, yes, he’s here on a date.”

Sacchi finishes serving her customer, one of the few in the shop at the moment, and then leans against the counter to look over. “Aw, good for him. He’s not either of our types, but he deserves a shot with someone who’s interested.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “Agreed there. I kind of just wanna keep an eye on him, you know? To make sure he doesn’t mess it up too much. He should have let me pick his outfit, ugh… that aside, he’s doing okay so far, though, I think.”

Aida frowns as she slides a cup of coffee toward her coworker. “Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s got his work cut out for him. I’ve been to some mixers with that girl, and she always finds something wrong with every guy she hangs out with.”

“She’s right,” Sacchi adds. “Good thing you came along so you can carry him home, ‘cause that girl’s gonna tear him to pieces. I mean, she went out with Atsushi and the next day he was in here crying and telling me she made him feel two inches tall. Nobody’s good enough for her.”

Aida clicks her tongue. “Your big brother’s in big trouble, Totty.”

It’s Totty’s turn to frown as he looks toward Karamatsu. Unfortunately, Sutabaa is so small and he’s close enough that he doesn’t have to strain too much to hear what’s being said.

The woman is laughing. However… Karamatsu hasn’t even really opened his mouth yet. “Oh, my God! You’re my date, huh? Last time I let my sister set me up. That bitch, haha. Ah, well… wow, your jacket is hurting my eyes. Could you take it off?”

Karamatsu seems to be trying his best to smile. “O-oh, yes, of course.” He moves to tug it off, folding it over the back of his chair. “Please forgive me. Anyway, my name is Karamatsu. And you, my angel?”

“Ahaha, WHAT?” The woman raises an eyebrow at him. “C’mon, dude. Don’t call me that. I’m nobody’s angel.”

Totty feels himself starting to steam. You’ve got that right.

“A-ah… right, my apologies.” Karamatsu just keeps smiling. The expression on his face reads almost like he’s in pain. “Well, should we order?”

She gives a cursory glance toward the menu, then suddenly her eyes are drawn to Karamatsu again. “Oh, my God, hold on… is… is that your face on your shirt?! Holy shit! Are you really that full of yourself?”

Totty’s heart sinks as his brother’s cheeks flush bright red. This is not going well. And while, yes, Karamatsu probably should have picked a different shirt, what’s really wrong with what he’s wearing? Even though he’s a little over-the-top and dramatic, this woman can’t know whether or not he’s ‘full of himself’ when she’s barely letting him get a word in.

Totty is the most socially intelligent of his brothers, and even he doesn’t think Karamatsu’s actually doing anything wrong. He hasn’t drawn anyone else’s attention like he usually does, he hasn’t gone overboard with any poses, and he’s… kind of just being himself, slightly toned down. It’s not like he’s bragging or being a jerk. Hell, it’s just a strange fashion choice; how the hell does she think it has any bearing on what he’s like as a person?

“Damn,” Sacchi cringes. “She’s not wasting any time, is she?”

Aida gives a pout toward her friends. “He didn’t even do anything wrong yet. He’s been a perfect gentleman.”

“Yeah, he’s just a little odd and, like, a tiny bit painful. But he’s acting really nice and polite.” Sacchi sighs as she props her head up on her hand. “There’s no pleasing some people. Aida, why don’t you go take their order? Maybe you can accidentally spill it on that pretentious top of hers when you bring it to them.”

“Pfff, if only. I’m on it, though.”

Totty continues to fume as he watches his poor brother try to impress this girl, pretty much in vain. He gets the feeling that nothing Karamatsu says or does is going to be good enough. For some reason, that really pisses him off. Despite the fact that Karamatsu can be a bit much, that he’s overcompensating for being insecure on the inside, that everyone rolls their eyes at him… Karamatsu isn’t a bad guy. He tries hard to make other people happy and treats them with respect. Even his brothers who don’t always return the favor.

By the point Sacchi and Aida are finished making their order, the youngest is ready to explode at this woman. She never even told Karamatsu her name, but she’s spent the whole time talking him down. When she asked what he did ‘besides be super excruciating’, and he told her he didn’t really have a job, she laughed at him. He tried to save it by saying he occasionally played guitar at coffee shops, and she responded something along the lines of, “What kind of hipster loser does that these days??”

Listening to it just makes him so angry. She doesn’t think Karamatsu is attractive, she’s called him embarrassing more than once, and no matter what he does or says, she’s not happy with it. Why the fuck did she even bother going out with him, then?

Totty was worried that Karamatsu was going to screw this up; so far he’s actually managed to be a decent date. He wasn’t prepared for his brother’s date to be the shitty one.

Sacchi brings him a simple iced coffee while Aida returns with the serving tray, a fake smile on her face from laughing uncomfortably at one of the woman’s comments. “God, she’s exhausting.”

“I don’t even know her and I can’t stand her,” Totty mutterrs before taking a sip of his drink. “Why the hell is she treating him like that? He’s just… being himself!”

Being himself. Karamatsu’s really not doing anything wrong. He’s trying to talk himself up when this woman gives him a chance to, but who doesn’t talk themself up on a first date? He just wants to impress her.

It makes Totty feel a little guilty to realize that, honestly, all Karamatsu really wants is to impress everyone because he wants people to like him… including his brothers. If Karamatsu feels the need to seek love and acceptance from strangers like this girl, to the point that he’s willing to put up with the horrible way she’s treating him, what does that say about his brothers? It’s not the first time he’s sucked it up and dealt with something he shouldn’t have from someone just because he wants that person to love him.

His attention is drawn by the woman giggling a little too loudly. “Fuck, you wanna go out with me again? I mean, how do you think this is going? I’m two seconds away from sneaking out the bathroom window. You’re so obnoxious, you dress like an edgy middle schooler, and who wears sunglasses inside, especially when it’s raining outside? You’re, like, cringe incarnate.”

Completely contradicting every statement she made, she slid her hand across the table to take his, if only for a brief moment. The wicked look in her eyes, more sadistic than even Ichimatsu, made Totty’s stomach twist in anger. “I might keep you around, though. You seem like a guy who’d keep me laughing for a while. Maybe next time I’ll take you out with my friends so everyone can laugh at you.”

Oh, that’s it.

He doesn’t know if Karamatsu is oblivious to what she means because he’s blinded and deafened by the promise of another date, or if he knows exactly what she means but perhaps thinks it’s worth it. His eyes light up… and behind that hopeful spark is the pain she’s already put him through.

Baby of the bunch though he is, Totty isn’t going to sit around and twiddle his thumbs while some bitch takes advantage of his big brother.

“Oh, that is sooooo not happening!” he calls as he approaches the table. Although he feels a little bad about just stepping in like this, he’s not gonna let her get away with treating Karamatsu like that. Laughing at him herself was bad enough; parading him in front of her friends for all of them to laugh at him when there’s nothing wrong with Karamatsu isn’t gonna happen if Totty has something to say about it.

The woman gives him an unimpressed look. “Who the fuck are you?”

“T-Totty!!” Karamatsu, on the other hand, looks immediately panicked. “I can handle this… please, go back and fix your schedule, and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Wait, you work here?” She tilts her head at him. “Oh, shit, hold up. You’re the asshole who messed up my drink last time I was here.” Her gaze flits between the two of them, and she laughs again.

“― Oh, my God! You had to bring your twin brother along to come on a date? You’re pathetic!” Her hand pulls away from Karamatsu’s. “Oh, you’re definitely coming out with me and my friends.”

Totty hisses and pushes her hand away from Karamatsu’s. He steps in front of his big brother to physically block this woman from him. “Keep your hands off him! You’re not taking him anywhere. He’s never seeing you again, because you treated him like… like, fuck, I wouldn’t treat a rock the way you treated him!”

He hears Karamatsu make a noise of almost-protest behind him; he can just imagine the other man sinking down in his seat and trying to hide his face. “Totty, please…”

“No! No, she doesn’t get to just treat you like dirt, Karamatsu-nii-san! You think my brother’s just some kind of dumbass you can show off to your friends and laugh at and treat him like crap?!” he snarls. “Well, guess what? He may be sort of a dumbass sometimes, and maybe he’s a little painful, and maybe he’s not the perfect guy you’re looking for! But he’s a whole hell of a better person than you are!”

Although Totty could kick himself for not saying anything to Karamatsu before, it might be best it’s coming out now. He doesn’t have a lot of time to really think about it or pretend or rehearse. What he’s saying isn’t practiced, it’s real. “Karamatsu is the kindest person I know, and you wish you had at least half the passion he does for the things he likes! Who cares that he wears a shirt with his own face on it? He was bending over backwards to make you happy, even though everything out of your mouth was word barf about how embarrassing he is! And, by the way, you’re wrong!”

It only takes half a step for him to reach over to grab his coffee from the counter, assisted by Aida who’s smirking as she holds it out for him. “If my choice was between you or him, I’d be way less embarrassed to be seen in public with him than with you! He’s not perfect, but he cares about people, and he’s always there when you need him, and ― and all this stuff you think is embarrassing, who the hell gives a shit?! It’s what he wants to do and it’s not hurting anyone! I’d break my phone before I let my big brother go out with someone like you again! Maybe he keeps striking out with dates, but he’s never going to be that desperate!”

He feels a little bad about what he’s about to do. That feeling is mitigated by the fact that at least his coffee isn’t hot.

“And, you know, I actually am sorry about messing up your drink last time. So here, you can have mine!” Almost before he’s finished speaking, he’s dumped his entire cup over her head.

He doesn’t stick around to deal with the aftermath aside from seeing the look of abject horror on the woman’s face as the coffee makes her bad mascara drip. And even though there’s a little bit of guilt over the fact that he’s leaving his coworkers to deal with her, the fact that Sacchi and Aida are cackling while they gather up napkins eases his mind.

He grabs Karamatsu by the hand and leads him out, tossing his coffee cup on the way. There’s not much choice on Karamatsu’s part, except he doesn’t particularly look as if he minds that.

“You didn’t… have to do that, Totty,” Karamatsu mumbles. When Totty glances over, the second eldest looks more tired than anything. He knows that look; the exhaustion of something not working out, of thinking you had a chance only for it to all go up in smoke.

Totty huffs, marching the two of them in the direction that leads back home. “Of course I did! You weren’t going to do it, so someone had to. God… you’ve gotta stop letting people walk all over you, Karamatsu-nii-chan.”

The shift to the more affectionate honorific suggests to Karamatsu that this is really, truly something Totty cares about. He squeezes his baby brother’s hand with a thoughtful hum. “… If that’s the case, perhaps a romance for me just isn’t in the cards. I… really thought it was going to go somewhere this time.”

At last Totty slows slightly, from an aggressive pace to something a little calmer. He’s still pissed off that someone treated Karamatsu like that, and although he’s a bit upset that Karamatsu sit there and let it happen, he knows what it’s like to want people to like you so much that you’ll put up with nearly anything.

However, that’s also the reason he doesn’t want Karamatsu just putting up with it. He deserves so much better than to have people treat him like dirt. It’s not right to do that to anybody, but… especially not to Totty’s big brother.

“I’m sorry I kind of… tapped into Murder Totty in there,” he sighs. “Did I go overboard?”

Karamatsu shrugs. “Maybe a little. But I wasn’t truly enjoying myself and I didn’t want to go on another date with her. I just… didn’t know how to tell her no. I suppose I really am lucky you were there, too.”

Silence falls between them while they walk, then after a moment, Karamatsu clears his throat. “Totty… did you… mean all those things?”

“Huh? All what things?”

“Those things, you know… you said I was… kind and passionate and reliable.” He lets out a soft laugh. “You… you said you’d rather break your phone than let me go out with her again.”

… Oh. He. Did say that, didn’t he?

He pouts a bit, then squeezes Karamatsu’s hand. “Yeah, I meant it. Of course I meant it.”

Beat.

“But as much as I love you, I’m just glad I don’t have to do that.”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Zaimokumatsu #Karamatsu #Totty #emotional whump #TOTTY TO THE RESCUE!!!!#don't you dare fuck with any of his big brothers ESPECIALLY the most vulnerable of his big brothers #RELEASE THE BABY!!!

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years

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Kinktober #5: Pretty Please? - Hawks

In which you and Keigo coin a few new petnames for one another.

Characters: Takami Keigo (Hawks) / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), daddy kink, dom!Hawks, vaginal sex, a touch of begging, inappropriate use of gen Z social media apps

Notes: This man is getting dangerously close to the top of my simp list. It’s really becoming an issue. Today’s prompt is ‘Daddy Kink.’ Also, I didn’t come up with ‘kid’ as a nickname that Hawks uses... if u know, u know

Kinktober Masterlist

“How long have you been here?”

Keigo’s voice echoes in the hallway of his little apartment soon after you hear the jingle of his keys in the lock. While it certainly isn’t your first time coming to his place without him, you’re still not quite used to the appearance of that silvery little key dangling from your key ring.

Nor are you used to hanging around the place by yourself. You spent the morning in a coffee shop around the corner, working away- popping by the agency to see Keigo over lunch. He’d told you to come back here if you needed somewhere quiet to work- bonus points, since you’d be here waiting when he got home.

“Came straight after lunch,” you call absently. Your eyes are glued to the screen as you finish your thought, typing out your last email of the day. As soon as you hit send you snap the laptop shut, pushing it gently across the kitchen counter while climbing out of your chair.

“Hi,” you purr, catching up to him in the hallway. You grab his hand and he pauses, leaning in to peck your lips. When he pulls back, he’s got a lazy smirk drawn across his mouth.

“How you been, kid? Sure feels good comin’ home to you at the end of the day.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you tease, pushing your shoulder against his. You lean down and nuzzle his jaw, letting your cheek scrape against his scruff. “I’m a strong, independent woman.”

“Which is exactly why I love you,” he replies. He grabs your chin and pulls your mouth back to his, catching it in a kiss that would have surprised you with its tenderness, if you didn’t know him so well.

When you first met, he played the Cheshire Cat role eagerly. Smirking at you, pulling lines on you, making you think he was the laid-back hero that everybody knew him as. But the more time you spend with him, the more he opens up. The more he lets himself be vulnerable to you. And you him. You’d never meant to let him in so easily, but…

Here you are.

You flop down on the couch together, Keigo leaning against one arm while you keep your head cradled in his lap. He’s happy to fold his wings over the back of the couch and absently stroke your hair while you catch up a little. It’s only been a few hours since you’ve last seen one another, so you settle quickly into comfortable silence.

That’s when you open your phone, idly opening Tik Tok and starting to scroll. Every so often you come across a video related to Hawks. He’s got a lot of fans out there- and a lot of fangirls, too. You don’t mind, though. Sometimes they get a little too personal, however, and you like to scroll.

This time around, you don’t scroll fast enough.

You don’t catch the whole video, but it’s a clip of Keigo that somebody took on their phone. Suddenly, the audio cuts out and it’s interrupted by the sound of a female voice, moaning more obscenely than you could ever hope to.

“Daddy,” it mewls, and you scroll so fast the phone almost topples out of your fingers.

Frozen, you pull your eyes carefully up to meet the gaze of your boyfriend. He definitely heard. And while he knows that Tik Tok can pull up some random videos at times, you can see the flush spreading across his cheeks.

He shifts a little underneath you, hand paused on top of your head. He clears his throat.

“What was that?”

You consider your next words carefully.

“…A video.”

He swallows hard and licks his lips.

“What kind of video?”

Suddenly, it hits you. You have the reins. You realize exactly what’s going through his head. And the next time you look up at him, it’s with a wicked smirk stretching your lips.

“Why do you want to know?” You ask, and your voice has taken on the low sort of drawl that makes him shift again underneath you. “Don’t tell me you like the sound of that… Daddy.”

You feel the barest vibration in his chest as a tiny groan escapes him. He doesn’t move, but you can see the way his wings bristle, the joints stiffening a little as his feathers spread. Your stomach jolts excitedly.

“Don’t call me that,” he grunts, but you know he doesn’t mean it.

The two of you are far from vanilla most nights. You’re definitely up for a little experimentation. And pet names flow between you like water. But this feels… different. This feels controversial.

Oh, fuck. You’re into it, too.

“You do.” You scramble into a sitting position, swinging one knee over his thighs. He looks up at you with a pair of lidded tawny eyes, his jaw drawn slack in an expression that spells sheer arousal to you. You know that face well, and it makes your body ache.

“Do you want me to call you Daddy from now on?” You’re not letting up, and as you lean forward, his hands find your hips. They squeeze. Hard. His wings fan a gentle breeze over your face, and you love the way his breath hitches in your ear.

“Fuck, stop,” he groans. It’s more desperate this time, and as his hips keen against yours you can tell just how hard this is hitting him. He’s half-hard already, straining against the thick denim between you.

“Maybe now’s the time to tell you,” you whisper, “how bad I’ve wanted you all day, Daddy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all afternoon. I even thought about ducking into your room before-”

That breaks him, and he snatches your hips and stands abruptly. He’s strong enough to carry you easily, and he lifts your thighs securely around his hips before beelining for the bedroom.

When you get there, instead of being spread on your back like the pillow princess he’ll normally let you pretend to be, he pushes you face-down into the pillows, letting your hips hang off the edge of his wide bed. He bends close, his chest brushing the column of your spine as his jaw brushes your ear.

“You brought this on yourself, kid,” he gruffs. He’s already working your sweater up your back. You lift your torso enough for him to wedge it off of you, but he doesn’t wait for you to do the same before he’s peeling your leggings down your thighs and taking your thong with it. The second your ass is bare he brings his palm down across it with a resounding snap.

“Kei-” you start to gasp, but he quickly silences you with another spank that draws a yelp from your throat.

“You started this,” he grunts, “you’re gonna finish it. What’s that you were gonna call me?”

You suck in a shaky breath and let your eyes flutter shut. You deserve this. You want it. All you have to do is take the plunge. The rest will follow. That breath you drew before gets held for a moment. And then you jump.

“Daddy,” you whimper, throwing an extra edge of desperation into it, “don’t tease me.”

“Shit, kid,” he grunts. His belt jingles as he gets his pants undone, and you hear them hit the floor. A breeze from his wings and another pile of fabric hitting the carpet determines that he’s naked now. He’s left your leggings partially on, though, keeping your legs pressed tightly together at the knees.

He knows what he’s doing.

When he steps up behind you again it’s with the warm presence of his bare skin on yours, and you feel the brush of his hand against the back of your thigh, gentle and rhythmic. He’s stroking his cock and you want more than anything to turn your head and sneak a peek, but you know that doesn’t fit into the game you’re playing.

“You ready for me, sweetness?”

He slips a hand between your legs, drawing his thumb along your slit and making you shiver. You could use a little more time, but you’re wet already. He drags his slick thumb down to the swell of your clit and circles it. The tender nerves are already pinched between your thighs, and the sensation is enough to make your hips buck harshly back against him.

Your ass connects with his thighs and he steps back a little, chuckling as he lays one hand in the small of your back to steady you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted something,” he drawls, continuing to circle your clit with that lazy thumb. It’s making your toes curl against the wood floor as stars explode behind your eyelids.

He leans in close. “Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

“You know what it is,” you choke, because it won’t be any fun at all if you fold right away.

“I know,” he quips, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I just wanna hear you say it.” He draws his thumb across your clit in a sudden swipe, making your whole body jump. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you plead, and he chuckles so low and feral it sends vibrations up your spine. He shifts forward again, hand still pushing you into the mattress. His thumb leaves your clit, but it’s soon replaced by the head of his cock, pressing flush against your slick pussy. You can feel it now that he’s touching you- you’re soaked.

“Now how am I s’posed to say no, baby, when you ask so- ah- nicely?”

His voice breaks as he pushes in, and your whine comes in sync with it. You’re always amazed at how perfectly the two of you seem to fit together. There’s a stretch, but no pain. There’s never been pain. And on top of that, the thirsty Twitter accounts are right.

Your man knows how to fuck.

He bottoms out inside you, sliding a palm to your ass, and lets out a breathy groan. But he’s grinning. You can tell. It’s been a long day for both of you.

For a man who talks so much during foreplay he’s relatively quiet- or, wordless, at least. There’s nothing quiet about the way he grunts as he draws himself back and pumps slowly into you again. He’s testing the waters, but with your thighs pressed together the way they are you’re even tighter than usual.

“Not gonna last long,” he warns headily, and that’s the last thing you hear before he starts to fuck you properly and all your senses go haywire.

When you swim back to the surface, the only sounds in the room are your mingled, laboured breathing, and the rhythmic slap slap slap of his thighs against your ass. There’s something about the angle he’s taking you from- he’s hitting you just right, and you squirm in front of him with a desperate mewl.

“Daddy,” you whine, taking the game and running with it, “daddy, please, I wanna cum.”

“Don’t you worry, sweetness,” he growls behind you, breathless and feral. “Daddy’s not gonna leave you hangin’.”

It sounds different coming out of his mouth. The appeal was already there- anything that turns him on turns you on, too, almost as a direct result. But when you hear it coming from him, it flips your stomach in a way that you could get used to.

He slides an arm beneath your waist and hauls you off the bed, pulling you back against his chest as he continues to fuck up into you. His right hand dances down your hip and between your legs, finding the swollen nub of your clit. He strums it deftly, making you squeal.

“Yeah,” you whimper, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as he holds you close. “Fuck, I’m getting there.”

“Me too, kid,” he pants into your ear. “So damned tight. Fuck, you’re suckin’ the life outta me.”

In another half-dozen thrusts you’re dangling precariously on the edge. He’s still going, hitting you just right and pushing you there one inch at a time. Suddenly he re-centers his grip on you and comes back with renewed ferocity. His rhythm doubles.

You fall.

Your orgasm is particularly spectacular this time around. Your spine goes concave as your legs go fluid. You reach back and grab at his hips as you keen and twitch and rock through the pleasure. Your pussy convulses around his cock and his hips stutter. He grabs you hard, holding you up as he explodes, warm and liquid inside you.

When it’s over, you both collapse onto the mattress. Outside, the sun is painting brilliant streaks of apricot across the sky. A gentle autumn breeze flutters the curtains. You finally catch your breath.

“So,” you sigh, turning your head where it’s cradled on his chest. His body is beautiful, and now that you’ve finally got the chance to look you don’t take it for granted. He’s all long lines and clean muscle, dusted over with tawny hair and the last kisses of the summer sun.

He’s kissing your shoulder as you speak up, one scarlet wing folded neatly at his shoulder, the other fanned out across the bed.

“It’s gonna be Daddy, then, is it?”

He snorts, smirking against your skin.

“Sure didn’t sound like you had a problem with it two minutes ago.”

“I don’t,” you quip, tracing a finger down his sternum. “I liked it. I…” You trail off, and your ears warm. “I liked it.”

He pulls back from your shoulder and rests his head against the pillow beneath him, his eyes casting over your face. Warm and loving and heartbreakingly genuine despite the… sensitive nature of your conversation.

“So did I,” he purrs, and you fall silent for another few minutes. Decompressing. Basking, he’ll say later on. Inevitably, the needs of the evening step in, and as the last rays of light fade from the city you lift your head.

“Dinner?”

His eyes were closed, but they slide slowly open again at the sound of your voice. In the dim like this, they’re the colour of almonds, always soft when they’re looking you over. You fall a little more in love with him every time he looks at you like that.

Then he shoots you a near-boyish crooked grin and your heart warms all over again.

“Whatever you want, kid.”

#hawks x reader #hawks/reader #hawks/you #takami keigo/reader #takami keigo smut #my hero academia #kinktober #jbbKinktober2020 #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha fanfiction #reader insert #female reader

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

#did i read this before posting it???? nope #this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain #also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week #drunk happy husbands only !!!!#🙅🏻‍♂️‼️#gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction

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is-nini · 3 years

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Genshin impact x reader

Episode: 1

Title: Being sucked in

A/n: I'm not sure how long this.. story will take but i will try my best to keep it entertaining.. this story is about you, being sucked into genshin world, this is part 1.. please enjoy. Leave a comment or suggestion.. possible love interest for now will be : Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Ningguang.

Today is another normal day, nothing is really out of the ordinary, the sky is a little bit cloudy but you don't mind, you think that the wind blowing against your hair is very nice as you walk towards your school. You walked inside, stopping Infront of the locker to the entrance to fix your stuff and take your schedule until you felt a presence beside you.

"oh, hello sidia".

You greets one of your sleepy friend, she just let's out a 'hmm' and a nod while looking through her locker, not even giving you an eye contact. sidia has always been like this, she never really made an eye contact towards you but she still shows that she has some of her attention towards you.

"good morning".

Your other friend, Chelz Lee, let's out a mutter to the both of you, Chelz is more talkative then Sidia, you met them maybe a couple of years ago. they're a very talented artist and are a very interesting friends to be around with.

"what's up guys".

You too greet them without looking at their eye, you take your books out and proceed to take a peak at Sidia's schedule.

"oh? Mathematics on the first hour? Goodluck".

You snicker and slap her shoulder a little bit, she stares at you uninterestedly with her sleepy eye and started to walk away, letting you stare at her black low ponytail hair.

You giggle and take a peak at Chelz's schedule. Art. her first lesson for today seems fun you thought sighing at the sight of your first schedule that reads 'science'.

Chelz already went half way to catching up to Sidia before she looks back at you as if asking you to join them and you did. You jog towards her, taking her hand and started to jog towards Sidia either.

"how are you both?".

You ask them both while fixing the books on your hand and looking at your shoes to check the lace.

"depressed".

Sidia answered, you make a 'uhuh' sound feeling used to her answers. Chelz stroke her short wavy black bangs out of her eyes and use her black glasses and start to read her novel. Her black short hair blows a little because of the wind.

"fine".

She answered you, yawning and stretching her arms out beside her. You and the rest of your friend said goodbye to eachother and proceed to go to your different ways.

You went inside your class. As usual people are in teams, some are in teams for fun, some are in teams for checking today's lesson.

You take a one seat beside the window and wait for the teacher to come inside the classroom.

The lesson went on as usual, smoothly even, you did your homework andd the score that you got on yesterday's test is not bad, B is not a bad grade. You take out your binder and put the paper's that you got in to the binder.

Going home is the best thing about the day. You and Chelz are chatting away about until you guys cane across a gaming store.

"ou? A gaming store".

Sidia said, catching yours and Chelz attention. Chelz look at that place very seriously, squinting her eye.

"...since when is there a gaming store here- y/n!".

She was very suspicious of this place, she doesn't remember any gaming store around here... And if there is one opening soon it should be the talk of the school. in short Chelz was suspicious but you, being a gaming enthusiast decided to check it out, thinking maybe they have a good and cheap open world game.

"... She's crazy".

Sidia chuckled. She took Chelz arm, snapping her out of her suspicious state and drag her towards the gaming store.

"yo- sidia i don't wanna die".

"well i do. So let's go".

And with that the both of them followed you in.

The store looks very cool.. it's like you're in a different world. The ceiling's wallpaper is made out of galaxy like drawing and the light bulb was covered with another ball that is drawn to match with the different planets on the solar system.

"welcome to the store how may i help you".

A girl that looks like in her mid 20 greets the both of you, she have short black hair and a green uniform and a little pin on the breast part of her uniform spell out 'katheryne'. Which you assume was her name.

"hello! I was wondering do you have any open world game?".

You instantly ask her, not caring about the suspicious store, you don't even care about the insides of the place. You just wanted to play a open world game that's full of interesting stuff. The girl name katheryne hums in understanding and goes behind the table to look for a game you requested. Chelz grabs your hand and shout whisper to you.

"this place is creepy y/n. Let's get out of here".

Chelz scold you, you sigh and looks at her calmly shaking your head no.

"it's fine, were fine, what's the worst thing that could happen?".

You whisper back with a lighter tone. Really you don't care if this place comes out of nowhere you just want your game, you're smiling stupidly while waiting for the girl.

"anywayyy if anything happened, Sidia is here, she'll be able to protect us using her fighting style knowledge thingy".

Sidia scoffed and fold her arms, looking at you as if you're crazy.

"i will leave you alone and save myself".

You laugh and was about to slap her back when she holds your hand and rolls her eyes at you.

"such a tsun tsun".

You laugh out, she slowly and gently let your hand away. From the corner of your eye you can see katheryne walking towards the counter. You immediately jump and went towards her.

"this is the only open world game that i found".

She said, you look at the weird japanese like word, assuming it was the title you try to read what is said.. you don't understand it but the design was cool though.

"this is a open world game called genshin impact. I will not spoil the story but i think this game might be the game you're looking for".

Her confidence is seeping in on your game needy state so you decided to purchase it, not thinking twice. Sidia face palm while Chelz just sigh, feeling tired of your hot headed act.

"it will be 2$".

You felt giddy, you can't help it. It's cheap and is a open world game, that is a steal. After taking your stuff, the both of your friend immediately pull you away from the store.

"okay y/n. You got what you need, that place is sus i tell ya".

Sidia said, Chelz nods her head and fix her black glasses, she stare at you while furrowing her eyebrows.

"you gotta stop doing reckless thing. Who knows what that place is".

You sigh and nod, rolling your eye. You giggle anyway and put the game in front of you.

"i know.. but were safe! I wanna try and play it when i get home".

Sidia and Chelz just sigh, what can they do anyway. On the way home you and your friends goes on your own separate way as usual, you jog towards your home, feeling giddy to play the new game.

You take a bath, and goes straight to your computer, opening the plastic wrapper on the game. You insert the disc and started to wait for the loading screen.

And oh gosh.. isn't it pretty, the cutscene the art. Everything. So the game basically tells you about the story of two traveller, who was travelling from world to world until suddenly a mysterious god appears, took one of the twins and take away the other twins power, and now you're playing as the twin who was looking for their missing sister.

You look at the wishing button, tempted to wish for a character, you decided to pull. Expecting a cool banner of the current character instead, you're greets by a white screen.

"hm.. should i restart it?".

You mumble to yourself, nodding in agreement at your words, you close the disc and pulls out the game from your computer. You take a nearby wipe and wipe the back disc gently and then put it back in on the computer.

The game is launching when suddenly you felt a huge and sudden headache comes over you.

"ugh-!".

You groan, gosh.. maybe it's because you have been staring at the screen for too long.. you thinks as a bumping headache keeps going at you.

While waiting for the game you decided to lay back a bit, rest your eyes and head.. this headache is not going away anytime soon if you keep waiting and staring at the screen.

Before you reach the bed, your body stumble forward and fall on to the floor, cannot control any part of your body you close your eyes and your mind went blank.

A darkness is all that you see.. a darkness is all that you're in.. you remember that the last time you are in your bedroom, playing genshin until a huge headache wave over you. Now that you're sense's is back something felt wrong.. you can tell you are laying on something.. it's not comfy but it's still felt quite nice.

You opened your eye slowly and look around the place, groaning as you stare at the half blue and half white wall. You look at your bed and this bed looks like one of the hospital bed..... Wait hospital bed?! You instantly look around frantically where the heck are you?!

"oh you're awake!".

A gentle calm voice echoed throughout the room. That voice sounds familiar.. you turn around and saw a girl with a nurse hat and a white dress, her cream coloured hair is put in a ponytail... Barbara?!.

You stare at her unbelievably. Act cool.. act like.. like a human.. yeah!. You think to yourself. You know this girl.. this girl is the free 4 star character that you'll get once you reach a certain level. Okay y/n.. play it cool.. just act like you don't know this place.

"why.. am i here?".

You look at the girl, she seems nervous to be around you ... Which is normal maybe. She walked beside you and take a cup of empty glass beside you and pour a pitcher full of water inside the glass half full and then take them, offering the glass to you.

"you're in Mondstat.. the land of freedom.."

A/n; GOD I'm so sorry it took a long time, i hope the 'cliffhanger' makes sense...? But! Thankyou for reading! I am working on part 2 so more will be incoming!!!

#genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #genshin diluc #genshin zhongli #genshin albedo #genshin childe #genshin fluff #genshin impact

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scfttwice · 3 years

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lines and squiggles

> chaeyoung likes doodling “temporary tattoos” on jina. fans jump to conclusions every time they catch sight of the drawings.

jina adored chaeyoung's drawings. the latter had her own unique art style that distinguished her works from those of others. sometimes when jina saw chaeyoung doodling something, she'd eagerly sit by her to watch, or try to join in and draw something as well while asking chaeyoung for pointers. and every time jina did so, chaeyoung was always happy to guide her.

jina also loved chaeyoung's tattoos; some of them were designed by chaeyoung herself, after all. two out of the ones that weren't her design—the arrow heart under her right ear and the flowers on her left fingers—were designed by jina (and modified by chaeyoung), an honor which chaeyoung offered and jina gladly accepted. during some of their few lazy evenings, when the maknaes would do nothing in particular except lie around in their dorm's living room, jina would find herself absentmindedly tracing and admiring the tattoos on chaeyoung's skin while she busied herself with her phone.

during their 'more & more' promotions, as twice were waiting in a waiting room for their turn to pre-record their performance in a music show, chaeyoung spent the time sketching in her notebook. when jina noticed this, she was almost immediately at chaeyoung's side.

“whatcha drawing there, chae?” she asked, her question accompanied by a curious head tilt. chaeyoung grinned as she looked up at jina and showed her her notebook. drawn all over the page were various fruits and drinks—strawberries, grapes, watermelons, soda cans, and cocktails, to name a few—all in chaeyoung's signature style.

“you're such a great artist, chae,” jina complimented as she continued to admire the drawings, eyes scanning over the same page repeatedly. “you can make any lines and squiggles look like a masterpiece.”

“hey, your art has been improving too,” chaeyoung reminded her. “still, i'll never be as creative and artistic as you,” jina countered with a subtle pout.

chaeyoung only shook her head slowly in amusement as a response, before she gently took jina's hand and rested it on the table. grabbing her pink, purple, and red markers, she began drawing little flowers on jina's wrist. it made jina smile, out of both happiness and feeling ticklish.

chaeyoung had drawn on jina's skin many times before, mostly on her hands and arms. although she'd get ticklish every single time, jina loved it when chaeyoung did so. “it's like getting a temporary tattoo,” jina had remarked once. “designed by someone close to me, so it's much more precious.”

“will you ever stop being a scaredy cat and get a real tattoo?” chaeyoung had asked her upon hearing her comment. jina immediately shook her head. “no way. i admit, i'm way too scared for that.”

when twice were called to record, jina performed with her members on the stage just as they had rehearsed, having had completely forgotten about the flowers drawn in marker ink around her wrist. it wasn't until after they were done recording and were back in their waiting room did jina catch a glimpse of the colors on her wrist.

“oh no, i forgot about this,” she muttered to herself as she gently rubbed her wrist. “i hope it wasn't caught on camera.”

back in the dorm later that night, as the school meal club were having dinner together, the flowers on jina's wrist still hadn't washed out. not that she was complaining though, she loved them.

“uh, jina,” dahyun, who had been scrolling on her phone, called out while eyeing jina's “temporary tattoo”. “you might wanna take a look at this.”

jina turned her attention to dahyun, who showed her her phone screen. it displayed an article posted not even half an hour ago, talking about how fans online were in a heated debate over whether jina had gotten a tattoo or not. the article made sure to provide a zoomed-in picture of jina's wrist from their music show performance earlier, which clearly showed the colorful inked flowers.

scrolling down, jina found that even the comments section of the article itself was filled with heated discussions over the matter.

“i think jina really did get a tattoo this time”

“no way, i'm sure it's just chaeyoung's drawing again”

“it's exactly like the previous issue about jina's airport picture!! the hearts spotted on her arm weren't actual tattoos!!!!”

“the flowers....it looks like a real tattoo....”

“maybe it's just make up for this stage?”

jina let out a huff of frustration after skimming through the comments of arguing netizens. “looks like i'll have to give an explanation...again.”

chaeyoung was also reading the article and comments over jina's shoulder. she gave a sheepish grin as she turned her gaze to jina. “i guess i shouldn't draw on you right before we have to record.”

“even when we're not recording anything,” tzuyu chimed in. “our fans still manage to find chaeyoung's drawings on jina in any pictures.”

“they have a really keen eye when it comes to idols,” dahyun added in a lighthearted tone.

jina sighed. “yeah, that's true. i'll start a short vlive later, to clear things up.”

she stayed true to her words. she washed up after dinner and went back to sit in the living room, turning on a vlive on her phone titled “talking about my tattoo”.

in hindsight, the vlive title was a huge click bait, but at least it'd attract the attention of more people to watch. it would get the word out faster.

“hi, everyone,” jina greeted once there were enough people in, waving using the same hand that had the flowers. “i'm sure many of you are wondering about this,” she said while holding up her wrist.

“i actually came on vlive tonight solely to address this matter. i saw an article earlier, discussing the rumor that i've gotten a tattoo according to pictures of me taken during our music show performance today. but actually, it's not real. chaeyoung drew on me again, like she had drawn the hearts on my arm a few months ago. that picture of me also went viral and rumors circulated. so this time i wanted to quickly explain to everyone that i don't have a tattoo.”

the chat section of the vlive was full of differing reactions. some fans were disappointed, some were relieved, and there were even some who boasted about knowing the tattoo was fake from the start. jina stayed on vlive for a little bit longer to continue entertaining her fans, before she wished everyone a good night just after she had passed the 15 minute mark.

once the vlive was off, chaeyoung poked her head into the living room. “you're not asleep yet?” jina looked up at her and asked, a soft smile on her lips, which chaeyoung returned with a wider one. she walked over to jina and sat next to her on the floor. “i couldn't help but overhear your vlive,” chaeyoung said. “you shouldn't have told them the truth so soon. it would've been fun to watch them make funny theories.”

jina chuckled. “true, but i'd rather not let them make a big fuss over it.” chaeyoung nodded. “you're right.”

“so now that you cleared the rumors up, can i...?” chaeyoung trailed off, continuing her question by holding up an orange marker pen while smiling cheekily. jina laughed when she understood what it was that chaeyoung wanted. granting chaeyoung's wish, she held out her arm to her.

jina watched in amusement as chaeyoung happily doodled little paw prints along her lower arm.

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yeahimaloser · 3 years

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Happy Birthday My Love

Hi everyone!

So I wanted to write some cute Keigo birthday fluff, so here you go!

Please read: in this one-shot, you and Keigo do have a kid, but I didn’t put any features of him. So it’s still all gender inclusive! Just wanted to put that out there!

No pronouns mentioned

Keigo loves his birthday, only because you make it so special.

Enjoy!

Requests are open

….

Keigo sighed as he arrived home.

Today was his birthday, the only problem was, crime didn’t stop even on someone's birthday. Especially his.

He had been dealing with villains and hero reports all day; to say he was exhausted would be an understatement.

He didn’t celebrate his birthday all that much. For him, he didn’t care all that much. His childhood birthdays were normally him with a slice of cake if he was lucky enough. Considering the fact that his mother barely had any time for him, and his father didn’t actually care about him, his birthday was never a day to look forward to. But, when he had met you, that had changed. You wanted him to enjoy his birthday. You wanted him to actually like it instead of just putting up with the day. Even if he just wanted to lay around the house and do nothing on his special day, you always made it entertaining. Always finding a way to lift his spirits on his birthday, it surprised him every year how much thought you put into the day. After you two had been blessed with your son, Keigo found that he genuinely started to appreciate the day.

Whenever it was you or his son's birthday, he always found himself going all out for the event. For him, money was never an issue; if he had to spend a lot of it just to see his son's happy smile beaming up at him, it was worth it in his mind. As for you, any present that he thought you would like he wouldn't hesitate to grab it instantly, not even checking the price. You told him once how much you didn’t care about anything expensive, as long as it came from him. He told you in return how he loved seeing your shocked face whenever he got you something so outlandishly expensive. Perhaps he did spoil you two, but he always found it to be worth it. With his son, all he wanted to do was see him happy, to make sure his childhood was one of happy, enjoyable memories, he wanted to give his son the exact opposite kind of childhood he had. As for you, well, Keigo would admit he felt like a bad partner for having to leave you for missions. So, when it was your birthday, Keigo tried his best to show you how much you meant to him. It helped a lot that after he gave you his mountain of gifts, you would always cuddle up to him.

Yet, when it was his birthday, he couldn’t help but feel bad for you two. He would always admit he was a bit hard to shop for, and it didn’t make it any better that his birthday was near the holidays. He knew that finding presents were hard for you to find for him, he kept telling you how he really didn’t mind having any presents, as long as he got to spend some time with you and his son.

But he remembered what his son, Kyo, had said to him, “But Daddy, your presents are always so cool! So, we need to find you a cooler present!” Keigo just ruffled the boy’s hair, saying, “Anything from you two would be amazing, kiddo.”

He chuckled at the memory, he wished he could have spent more time with Kyo today. His son was one of the most important reasons he was still a hero. He loved coming home to see Kyo’s proud face whenever Keigo told him about a bad guy he had stopped, or how he saved helpless civilians. He just loved coming home from work to see Kyo’s smiling, proud face.

But, he also wished he could have spent more time with you too. Being a hero came with many perks, but the one that he loved the most was how pampered you made him feel when he came home tired and needy for some snuggles. You would always softly preen his wings, help him into some comfy clothes, and let him envelop you in a warm embrace. Some days, he would get especially needy; when he would get home on his needy days, he would immediately grab your hips, telling you how much he wanted your attention. Some days you would happily oblige him, others you would be too busy. But at the end of the day, you also wanted to cuddle up to your whiny bird of a man.

However, on his birthday, he got twice the service from you. After he would spend some time with both you and Kyo, and after, Kyo either goes to bed or decides to go to his room to play with his toys. Then, after he was tucked in, you offered Keigo a nice massage and some warm tea. After which, he always got major cuddles, from you playing with his hair to you lightly stroking his chest as you laid your head lightly on his shoulder. To be perfectly honest, the thing he loved most about his birthday was spending it with his family.

So, Keigo unlocked the door to his house, still thinking about how much he wanted to be cuddled up with you.

He didn’t even take one step through his doorway till he was greeted with his son running up and hugging his leg, “Daddy! Your home! Happy birthday!”

Keigo bent down, “Hey there kiddo! Thank you, Kyo, where’s-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw you walk into the room. Keigo wasn’t expecting you to be all dressed up, he did get home late, but he sure was not expecting to see you in a flour filled apron.

There was some of the white powder, which he assumed to be some sort of baking ingredient, in your hair. Your apron looked like it had been washed out in the powder. Well, he surely wasn’t expecting to come home to see you like this.

He laughed lightly, walking over to you and lightly wiping it away, giving you a little kiss on your cheek in the process.

“What’s all this for,” he couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice. Before you could respond, Kyo cut in, “We made you dinner and a cake, Daddy! It was really fun, but we got flour everywhere.”

You chuckled, “Yeah but we cleaned it up. Hey, Kyo? Can you do me a favor and show me how much of a big boy you are by setting up the table for daddy’s birthday dinner?”

Kyo nodded excitedly, being the son of the Hawks made him want to show how responsible he was. You and Keigo both knew he wanted to show you two how mature he could be, even though he was only 6. Kyo was a lot like Keigo in regards to how passionate he was, he wanted to show you two that he was a “big boy”. You both found it to be adorable.

As Kyo ran off to the kitchen, you turned back to Keigo. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning into him more. Even if you had flour all over you, Keigo could care less. This whole day he was looking forward to holding you in his arms. He wasn’t about to let some powder get in the way of that. “Mmmm, how was your day honey,” he asked you. You chuckled against him, “I should be asking you that, it’s your birthday. I’m sorry, you probably had so much work to do, so,” you pulled away, making Keigo whine a bit, you rolled your eyes at him, “Kyo and I just want you to have a relaxing evening.”

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek lightly, smiling, “Baby, anything with you two will make my day.”

You smirked, “Ok Mr. Sweet Talker,” just then, Kyo walked in, announcing that he was done preparing the table.

The three of you sat down and you pulled out the chicken to see Keigo’s hungry eyes stare at it.

“You two know me way too well.”

Dinner was spent with laughter and Keigo telling little Kyo stories about him beating up criminals, keeping everyone safe. Kyo looked at his father with admiration, he loved when Keigo would share his work stories. You too listened, just basking in your love’s presence.

Then, after Keigo had polished off his chicken, you brought out the cake.

“Daddy! I decorated it myself,” Kyo exclaimed proudly, Keigo couldn’t help but adore the look of excitement on his son's face. When you brought out the cake, he saw that it had a very crude drawing of him, Kyo, and you on the surface of the cake. It was obvious a child had drawn it, but Keigo thought it was amazing.

“You drew that?” he asked the boy, Kyo nodded back, excitedly. Keigo looked over at you to see you giggling. “Well, I didn’t know you could draw so well,” Keigo said excitedly.

Kyo just giggled, “Come on Daddy cut the cake, I’m still hungry!”

He smiled, kissing Kyo on the forehead before cutting the cake. After Kyo had his slice, you two noticed that he had gotten sleepy.

“Kyo, honey,” you asked, “do you wanna go to bed? You look so tired.”

But Kyo shook his head, “No! It’s Daddy’s birthday! I wanna make his day really fun!”

Keigo just chuckled, patting his son's head lightly, “Buddy, you already made my day. You decorated my cake and helped make chicken for me. You already made my day perfect.”

Finally, you and Keigo convinced Kyo to go to sleep.

After the boy had gone to sleep, you decided to clean up. Keigo sat at the table, polishing off his cake. You decided to turn on some nice music while you finished cleaning, humming a bit to yourself; the whole thing was relaxing, normal even. The light scraping of Keigo trying to get every crumb of cake into his mouth.

“Careful there, Kei, you don’t wanna get a stomach ache,” you scolded lightly.

But Keigo just smirked, he stood up from his chair, making his way over to you. He let his hands drop to your hips, swaying you back and forth as romantic music played in the background. He placed his head in between the junction between your neck and shoulder blade. Still swaying with you, he lightly kissed your neck and shoulder, causing you to shudder. This was one of Keigo Takami’s charms, being able to romance you in any situation, how he did it you will never know. It’s like he always says, “I have a problem holding back sometimes.”

“Come on Dove, dance with me,” he whispered before kissing the shell of your ear.

You giggled a bit, “Keigo, I have to finish cleaning.”

He just groaned into your neck, “Come on, I thought it was my birthday. Are you not gonna grant the man you love his birthday wish? That's a bit mean of you, baby.”

You turned back to him, making his hands go to your waist, still swaying you to the music. You placed your hands around his neck, pulling him in closer.

He lived for moments like this, where you two were a normal couple: he wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t concerned about anyone's safety, he’s only concern was being with you, holding you to him. He wished moments like these would last forever, he wished he could hold you and Kyo as you three had relaxing days like these.

You rubbed your hands over his back, rubbing the sore muscles near his wings. He groaned as you did so, it was a relaxed kind of groan, as if he had been carrying all his stress on his back.

“Aww, you ok baby? Hard day flying,” you asked.

But Keigo just nuzzled his body closer to yours, swaying you back and forth, leaving a little kiss on your forehead, “I’m ok now that I’m home, honey. Thank you for today.”

You chuckled against him, “Thank you, Kei, but we didn’t even get you any presents.”

He pulled his face from your neck, “Who cares? I got to spend time with the two people I love, I couldn’t ask for a better birthday. I don’t need some fancy gifts or some sort of big party, just you and my son. The two people I love the most.”

You smiled, leaning closer to him, he met you halfway, meshing his lips against yours. Still swaying you to the music, the kiss was playful, a cute tugging at your lips, a loving embrace you two shared.

It was all perfect.

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izukyu · 4 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬 - keigo takami x reader

this is a birthday gift for my crackhead wine aunt, @waddle-yee. katie i love u so much it’s unreal! i hope you enjoy the crumbs m’lady!

reblogs are appreciated bc i worked really hard on this, heart eyes.

pairing - keigo takami (hawks) x reader.

word count - 2.3k.

warnings - very vague manga spoilers for pro hero arc, possibly ooc hawks, swearing, and just. a lot of fluff.

summary - hawks needed to gain the public’s hearts once again, and attending a charity event seemed like the way to go, but falling for the cute artist in charge of him wasn’t something he planned on.

★ - requests are open

“your ratings are falling, hawks”

being bothered during his lunch break wasn’t something keigo was particularly fond of. the one time of the day he could let loose in his office, ruined.

“is that so?” he could only hope his agent would understand his words in the midst of his chewing, making a point he was only half-interested in the newsletter.

“the hero public safety commission reached out, you need to get your approval up again before they intervene.”

keigo gulped.

what a mouthful. they were never good news - the last time keigo met with them he was deployed as a spy, for crying out loud. needless to say, he was still their subordinate, and rejecting their demands was nothing more than a heavenly reverie.

“so, got any ideas?” keigo put down his plastic plate, lamenting the unfinished state of lunch.

“well, there’s this charity event coming up, and they’re calling for - ”

“i’m in! send me the time and place and i’ll be there,” sadly. it’s not like he had any personal vendettas with charity events or the public per se, but the simple fact he had to be shoved into one to please his superiors was enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

next time he’d attend to one of his own accords.

“i’ll send it to you by email.”

keigo gave the poor intern a frown, his eyebrows drawn. “just send me a text, sheesh.”

maybe if he had paid more attention to the text then maybe he wouldn’t be stuck in this quandary of graphite and stillness

“you do this to every guy you meet?”

you scoffed, eyes never once leaving the canvas before you. “yes, every model i work with is required to stand still, if that’s what you were wondering.”

keigo was glad he put on a smile from the start, or else you would’ve chewed him out for moving too much.

the event was still a couple weeks away, but portraits don’t grow on trees. in all fairness, keigo was a killer model - every magazine featuring him sells out within the hour, and the photographers he’s worked with never fail to shower him in compliments and praise.

his charm didn’t seem to carry on to drawings, apparently. as you’d put it before, he was but ‘an over-energetic city pigeon that would chase around little kids for fun at every given opportunity’.

oddly specific, but it got a chuckle out of him.

“i’m almost done, so just stand still for a little longer.”

“won’t be a problem, dove, i’m already a pro,” keigo had to suppress another snicker as you hid behind the canvas, your face growing warm at the dumb pet name. another tally for hawks in his imaginary scoreboard. although standing still for longer than ten minutes wasn’t something he could see himself doing ever again, teasing you would definitely be a must in the near future.

anything for your flushed, annoyed expression.

“your wing did the thing again.”

of course it did. keigo wailed silently, dreading the sound of your pencil meeting the cotton before you, scratching and imposing.

the passing of time seemed like a foreign concept the longer he posed in front of you, amber eyes preying on you. every movement, every speck of graphite staining your hands, forever engraved in his mind. you didn’t question his sudden quietness, too engrossed in finishing the first of many portraits you’d have to make for the event.

would every other hero be as jittery and energetic as the man standing before you?

would every other hero grow uneasy at the idea of standing still for no longer than fifty minutes?

“alright, you’re good to go.”

startled, keigo nearly fell off the small stool. “oh, was that all?”

you felt your eye twitch, choosing to ignore his wit, “it’s weird to think your portrait will probably go beyond five digits, someone’s gonna willingly pay to have those bushy eyebrows in their living room.”

keigo choked on his spit, coughs laced with laughter overruling the silence of the studio. “where did that come from?”

with a shrug and a triumphant smirk, you start to usher him out of your studio, “it had to be said, but you’re still cute, so i wouldn’t count it as a loss!” there were projects that needed your undivided attention and care, some with scary deadlines, and a birdman wasn’t exactly someone you needed to prioritize now. “see you at the event, yeah?”

“wait, hey, i wanna see what it looks like - ”

“no can do, have a great afternoon!”

before he could protest, he was already out and gone from your studio, the door nearly slamming on his wings. without much thinking, he turned around, his knuckles grazing against the door repeatedly. “c’mon, not even a sneak peak? i promise i won’t tell!”

someone clearing their throat behind him tore keigo away from the piece of wood in a heartbeat.

“endeavor-san, nice meeting you here! y’see, i left something inside, and i was just knocking so - “

“i don’t want to know.”

what was it with today and everyone interrupting him?

keigo snapped his fingers, “copy that.” from the corner of his eyes he spotted a neat pile of presentation cards, almost begging to be noticed and put to use.

fine, if you didn’t feel like letting him into your heart he’d just have to irk you over text.

knowing better than to bother endeavor again, keigo simply stepped out of the room, his fingers eagerly keying in the digits into his cellphone.

spoiler alert, it wasn’t you who texted him back, but your assistant was a delight, and set him up for another session after the event.

keigo has a strong, abhorrent opinion on wearing suits. they’re stuffy, constricting, and make his wings itch more than normal. despite having a custom-made, tailored suit, the sentiment of being under lock and key only ever went away as soon as he lost the jacket and shirt. something he couldn’t quite do in an event like this.

“what do you mean they’re running late?”

your second in command sighed, eyes still glued on their phone. from the brief texts they had shared, keigo would be proud to admit they’d found a friend in your friend, if that made any sense. “there were some supplies left in the studio, had to run back to get ‘em.”

keigo sighed. just what he needed in this trying time.

“but the portraits are already up if you want to check them out.”

oh.

among the sea of bidders inspecting the canvases on display, keigo’s feeble attempts to get a closer look were fruitless. his wings usually gave leverage when his height failed to do so, but flapping in such a close environment would bring more trouble than it’s worth.

with a defeated sigh (admitting to lacking in height was… disheartening) two of his feathers flew down to his feet, giving him the small boost he needed.

he most certainly didn’t expect to come face-to-face with himself.

minutes passed, and keigo remained under a trance. it was simplistic, the graphite morphing to cast an umbra on portrait-hawks. he could picture almost perfectly the light and shadow dancing together in both the canvas up for bidding and your skilled hands, the same ones that had left a nasty smudge on the back of his coat.

lo and behold, you were right, his unruly eyebrows were rather prominent.

“sorry for the delay, the traffic was horrible and the cab - don’t get me started on the cab,” you ranted as you walked through the busy hall, chanting apologies left and right. “the auction hasn’t started yet, right?”

“no, but there’s someone waiting for you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. the people attending were either eager to see their favorite heroes in ritzy clothing or aching to take one of them home - in a canvas, of course. “don’t get me wrong, i love getting the work going, but i swear these deadlines are gonna be the death of me.”

“no need to fret,” keigo stepped down from his feathers, and you couldn’t quite read the expression on his face. happy? tired? finally becoming the paragon of tenderhearted? “i’m part of your schedule already, booked a sesh and all.”

“... you mean the one I just cancelled?”

his wings drooped almost comically, “the one you just what?”

teasingly, you pushed him back, consequently making him bump into someone else. “i’m just messing around, i’m actually looking forward to it.” you could only watch as he gave the person a brief apology, posing for a selfie milliseconds after. heroes.

“is that so? i thought i was a bad subject,” keigo tugged at his collar, making a mental note to burn the shit out of the suit once home.

“the worst, actually,” more people began migrating to the opposite side of the room before the auction started. “but you’re fun to be around, so i’ll manage.”

keigo couldn’t contain his smile this time. it wasn’t his signature snigger you’d have flooding your timeline after his photo sessions, rather just a simple, genuine tug of his lips.

“and maybe you’re kinda pretty, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

and just like that, the warm smile contorted into a smug smirk. “you got me there, dove! wasn’t expecting that to come out of your pretty mouth.”

you huffed, diving to give his cheek a good pinch before dragging him to follow the rest of the guests. “that’s one creepy way to phrase it. now take a seat, i’ve got to hand out a couple of endeavors and edgeshots.”

keigo, still savoring the compliment like a kid would with a sweet, took an extra second to process those words. “they got more than one?”

cut to his second private session. five minutes after your scheduled lunch break, some leftover fries and ice cream exiled to your desk.

“alright, something’s on your mind.”

keigo remained stationary. this time it was just a mere pencil in your hand, waltzing on the canvas without a worry on its nonexistent mind. calculated. precise. free. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you sighed, tucking the pencil behind your ear, sparing the finished sketch a last glance before walking to the brooding bird before you. “your wings, they’re not doing the thing.”

“and what about it?”

“well, for one, it was much easier to jot them down, i can assure you they’ll look great once i paint them,” keigo shuddered as you stood closer, how did you even get a lead stain on your cheek? “but i think i know you well enough to deduce something’s up. you’re not even being a cocky cockatiel.”

keigo let out a long, long sigh. “i’m not a cockatiel.”

“and you’re not being yourself. c’mon, why’d you even come here if you’re just gonna be grumpy?”

a brief flash of cold, burning blue clouded his mind. “work’s getting to me, i guess.”

you weren’t a pro hero of any sorts, the only context you had regarding that chaotic world would come from whatever hashtag was trending, and the occasional hero dropping by your studio to talk business. nevertheless, you knew how to spot and comfort a gloomy friend.

“you wanna paint yourself?”

“what?”

that seemed to get his attention, and it brought a smile to your face. you bit your lip eagerly, “i need to go get some paints, but you look like you need some cheering up, so you’re not leaving this room without painting your own portrait”

keigo’s lip trembled involuntarily, your words tugging at his already-soft heart. “i’ve never - i’ve never touched a paintbrush in my life.”

“woah, not even at school?”

“homeschooled.”

your hand moved on its own, ruffling his naturally messy hair. “i’ll get you acrylic paint.”

he could only tap his foot anxiously in your absence, running a hand across his face. the commission, as per usual, found great joy to bother him through day and night, almost as if his suffering tickled their ribs. keigo wouldn’t mind playing the part of the asshole kid who took tickling way too far when it came to them, hero regulations and spy work be damned.

not to mention the dust-up he had with a certain cremated acquaintance a couple days back, leaving him featherless and vulnerable for a whole day.

but as you approached him once again, a number of paints cradled in your arms and pockets, keigo could feel the weight in his shoulders slowly mitigating.

“okay, what do you think feels like the way to go?”

thankfully, his wings could twitch to their content while wearing your apron. he would’ve been just fine painting without any safety measures, but your flabbergasted expression urged him to realize clothes are expensive.

keigo gripped the paintbrush with one hand, the other holding a red paint tube, “this can’t be rocket science, i got this.”

your boisterous laughter as he squeezed some paint straight into the paintbrush told him that maybe it was rocket science after all.

“it’s not a toothbrush, keigo!” god, he loved his name rolling off your tongue.

“oh my god, next time try cleaning the paintbrush before you start to paint with another color.” he was certain your giggles could keep him going through endless crimes and stacks of paperwork.

“hey, that’s cute, you’re using different colors for your suit.”

keigo chuckled, “can’t have the piss color scheme spicing up my living room.”

that was the final straw, and you both rightfully lost it. leaning into each other to prevent falling to the floor as a result of raw elation. even your snorts were adorable, your babbling a melody to his ears, and shrieks of amusement making his heart thump faster.

at the end of the day, keigo left the studio with a gorgeous painting, as you’d generously put it. the first time he’d truly felt unbound to everything to be forever remembered with a mess of colors and sloppy strokes hanging proudly atop his bed.

the first time keigo ever felt truly free on canvas.

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yayeetsonny · 4 years

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Keeping Secrets~USWNT x Baby Reader

Prompt: Team finds out baby r has epilepsy.

Requested by: @khiaraaa-in-spacee

TW: Depictions of seizures and mentions of them.

Y/N PRO//

My name is Y/N L/N and I have epilepsy. Having epilepsy is hard because a lot of people assume that there is just the one kind, where a person suddenly falls to the ground and experiences uncontrollable muscle movement. While that is a common form that it can take there are several other types. Like mine, I experience Typical absence seizures, this means that when I am experiencing one I stop whatever it was I was doing and it can look like I’m frozen or zoning out, my eyelids flutter quite a bit and my ams jerk slightly sometimes too. When these happen I don’t realize it until it’s over. Most of the time I have several in a row so when everything is over I tend to be a little confused.

I try not to let it define my life. I’m also a member of the United States Women’s National soccer team. I’m the youngest player on the squad at 15 and the team is over protective to say the least. They tend to overdue it by a lot when we’re on the field, for example if I go down injured at all they swarm me, asking if I’m okay a million times and calling the medical staff over for the tiniest injuries.. Off the field is much the same, they wake me up at the same time every morning because

“Having a routine is important.”

Christen has told me this a thousand times, doesn’t mean I like being woken up at 5:30 am everyday, off days included. (That is unless I’m sick, then they make me hate naps) Once I’m up they make me get dressed and they carry me down to the dining hall where all the food is set up. When they first started doing this I protested being carried, citing that I was a big girl and I had two legs that worked perfectly fine but, after a look from Ali and Ashlyn I just let it happen. The veterans of the team also stormed the coaching staff’s office demanding that they find a way to make breakfast available for me (and them) when I wake up. They didn’t do this to be snobby or high maintenance they say its because

“If don’t eat right away in the morning, you get grouchy.”

I don’t, but they think I do so I just let them have it and eat by 6 everyday.

I haven’t told the team that I have epilepsy because I don’t want to scare them or freak them out. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it or anything it’s just that I don’t want them to feel like they have to worry about me even more than they already do.

“Hey Y/N! You in there?” Kelley asks appearing out of nowhere.

“What? Oh, sorry what’s up?”

“We just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the coffee shop around the corner with us.”

She pointed to nearly half the team, including all the vets who were looking at me with concern written all over their faces.

“I think I’ll stay here, thanks anyways.”

“Are you sure? You love that place.” Kelley said frowning.

She was right, I had never turned down going there, especially with her. I wasn’t going to tell her this but I had forgot to take my seizure medicine so I need to stay back to take it before I forgot.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay, well, we’ll bring you something back then.”

“Y/N?” Christen grabbed my hand before I could start walking to the elevators to go back to my room.

“Yeah Chris?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I just wanna make sure. You know, me and the other veterans wouldn’t mind staying with you. We could hang here and watch movies or play board games or if you want we could all lay down and nap together, I know how much you love the “Cuddle puddle” we create.”

“I’m okay, really. Go have fun with the others. I think I’m just gonna go read my book in my room.”

“Okay, see you later.”

She gave me a hug before leaving, I watched as she explained what we talked about to the other vets and I saw several of them turn back to look at me. I shrugged at them before turning on my heel and heading back to my room.

Once there, I took my medicine out of its hiding place, making sure to take the right dosage I then put it back and make sure it would stay hidden. I had to hide it because the girls always double check my bag before we leave any where we’ve stayed to make sure I have all my stuff. It’s nice sometimes but it also can get a little annoying.

There was a sudden knock at my door making me jump a little. Who could that be? The players who stayed behind were those that loved to nap and or they didn’t like coffee and almost all of them needed to have there alone time so getting a visitor is rare. After looking through the peephole I saw it was my roommate and best friend Morgan.

“Hey Moe! I thought you went with the others?” I said as I let her in.

“I did but I forgot my sunglasses. Have you seen them?”

“Um, I think you left them on the bathroom sink.”

“Oh that’s right! Okay, well got ‘em! See you later.”

“See you.”

After she left I was able to go back to reading my book, It was pretty peaceful and I had almost made it half way through when I stopped. The book fell out of my hands and onto the floor with a loud thud.

My eyelids fluttered and my fingers twitched and then just like that it was over. They only last 10-20 seconds, which isn’t long at all but for me it often feels like hours before I am aware of my surroundings again. Okay, there’s one. Am I going to have more?

My medicine has reduced them but it doesn’t stop them completely and some days it doesn’t work at all. I would go to a doctor to fix the prescription but since I can’t drive and the girls don’t know I just leave it be.

“Oh boy, today is gonna be a long day.” I say to no one but myself before I slowly stand up and go to the sink to splash water on my face.

We have practice in 45 minutes and I know the girls will want me to be ready a few minutes early. After I take my time changing into my gear and double checking that I do indeed look okay I make my way down to the lobby so that I can get on the bus before everyone else. I choose to sit all the way in the back and put my earbuds in so they know I don’t want to be bothered. But it seems Megan didn’t get the memo because she sits down right next to me and yanks the earbud out of my ear, putting it in her own.

“Hey kid, where you been? We brought back your favorite drink but you weren’t in your room.”

“I’ve been here.” I say shortly

“Okay?”

“Sorry I’m just tired.”

“You should’ve taken a nap before practice Y/N. What have we told you about that?”

“That I get grouchy without one, I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes! I’m sorry, okay? I forgot, I’ll take one when we get back.”

“I’ll be having a discussion with Carli, Chris, Alex, and the others about what we can do to help you remember.” She said leaving no room for argument.

Ugh, I hate when they have “Veteran meetings” about me. After they’ve decided something, they sit me down and all crowd around me so that if I get upset, they can comfort me. 98% of the time whatever they tell me isn’t a big deal, like a curfew. I can deal with that or even an early bedtime when I get sick or injured. But I draw the line on some things.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Y/N.”

“Whatever.”

“Are we gonna have to talk about your attitude too?”

“No. Sorry.”

“Mhm, what I thought.”

We finally arrived at the training facility we were practicing at this camp before our up coming international friendlies, and I grabbed my stuff and ran off the bus so I wouldn’t have to deal with Megan giving me the look anymore.

“Y/N! Walk please!” I heard Alex shout from behind me but I ignored her.

Ali PRO//

“Okay is it just me or she acting weird?” I asked, concerned for our youngest teammate

“Mmm, she’s just in a mood.” Megan said

“Okay, but she knows how we feel about her running anywhere that’s not the field, she’s the clumsiest kid we know. Plus, she always listens to me.” Alex said

She made a good point, she listened to all of us 9 times out of 10, some more than others but still. We all just stood there, letting the young players off first while we continued discussing our kid’s weird behavior.

“Hey guys?”

“Yeah Ash?”

“What’s this?”

She held up a pill bottle that none of us had seen before. On it in big bold letters, was the name Y/N L/N and it was a medicine called Ethosuximide with the name (Zarontin) in parentheses. What the hell?

“What is that and why does she have it?” Christen asked angrily.

“I don’t know but I’m gonna find out right now.” Ashlyn said as she stomped off the bus.

“Ash, Ash hold on!”

I stood in front of her trying to get her to stop walking.

“Why?”

“I know you, you aren’t going to let her explain and you’ll jump to conclusions.”

“What’s there to explain Ali? None of us have ever seen her take pills before and we all know she doesn’t have any medical conditions. We made Vlatko give us her file remember?”

“Yes but you should still let her explain.”

Ashyln was growing more upset and I was having a hard time keeping her at bay. As we got closer to the locker room the players who were already on the field or heading out attention was drawn to our argument.

“Ash, cool it. Young ones in the vicinity.” Alex said referring to the “youngins” as Becky called them.

“I don’t care. I’m talking to her right now.”

There was nothing me, Alex or any of the other veterans could do to stop her from storming into the locker room.

“Y/N Y/M L/N!”

She came over to the front of the room quickly, startled and looking slightly terrified. She had yet to spot the pill bottle Ashyln was holding behind her back.

“Yeah Ash? What’s up?”

“ “What’s up?” she says. What’s up? That’s all you have to say?” Ashlyn had a bite to her tone that made me shiver. She can be mad intimidating when she wants to be.

“Yes?”

“What’s up Y/N, is this.”

As soon as she saw what she was holding all the color drained from Y/N’s face and I was afraid she might faint.

“Y/N… Sweetie, you’re okay. We’re just a little worried about you.” Chris said stepping forward and blocking her view of Ashlyn’s “Mean face”

She tried to reach for Y/N but she turned away from her and made a move to leave.

“Uh you know, I really should get out on the field with the others. See you guys out there!”

Alex grabbed her around the waist and held her in her arms tightly so she couldn’t go anywhere. She tried to get her to let go but gave up when she realized Alex was too strong.

“Shhh, deep breaths. You’re okay. It’s just us. It’s okay.” Alex cooed softly in her ear.

I could tell that she was scared and was trying not to let her walls down.

“It-it’s not anything bad I swear!”

“Really, then what is it?”

“It’s just… can we just talk about it later? Please.”

“No, what is this and why do you have it?”

“I- Please just let me go practice.”

“Y/N…”

“I have epilepsy, okay?! There, can I go practice please?”

She freed herself from Alex and ran out onto the field. We all chased after her and Christen tried to catch her but she was saved by the whistle.

“Ladies! Let’s go, stop messing around and get to work!” Dawn yelled, we knew it was directed at us.

After that we had no choice but to let it go and practice. We did the usual, stretching and warm up and then position group training, individual for some and scrimmages to end the session. Were half way through a scrimmage whenI noticed Y/N stop moving. It was like she was frozen, she wasn’t moving except for her arms that were jerking slightly and I could see her eyelids fluttering. She must be having a seizure. I thought. I rushed over to her stopping practice and tried everything to get her to snap out of it. Many of our teammates also tried to no avail and everyone was gathered around her unsure of what to do.

“Okay let’s give her some space.” Ashlyn said

I stayed close in case I had to prevent her from falling and hitting her head or needed to do anything else to help her.

She continued to seize, each one only lasted 10 seconds but she had 5 in a row and when those had stopped she only came to for a few seconds before she started to experience a second wave. In total she was unresponsive for almost a minute and half straight. Christen had put her arms on her shoulders, trying to let her know she was there.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re here. You’re okay.”

“What do we do?”

“We just have to let her know we’re here.”

“What’s going on? Is she okay?”

Several of the younger players looked scared and unsure of what to do, so Tobin and Megan took them away from where Y/N was and tried to reassure them she was gonna be okay.

Y/N PRO//

Everything finally started to come back into focus and at this point I had been moved to the ground and I was sitting in Chris’s lap as she held me. When I was fully out of the state I had been in I started to try to push her away, I was disoriented and confused and I didn’t remember what I was doing here.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Y/N you’re safe, it’s okay.” Becky said as I settled down and the rest of the team begin trying to help me.

Chris held me the whole time, cooing in my ear and trying to keep me calm. Everything was super loud and my mind and body had gone into sensory overload trying to come back to practice. When I realized what happened and I was able, I pushed my way out of Christen’s arms, and ran back to the locker room. After that I ignored everyone and their questions about what was going on. I was the first back on the bus and had planned to continue ignoring everyone. The Vets of the team had other ideas however and put an end to it quickly.

“You feeling better little one?”

“Yeah Al, I am.”

“That was really scary.”

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about babe. But can I ask you something?” Ali said

“Sure, shoot.”

“Did you take your medicine today?”

“Yeah, I did it just doesn’t work well.” I said timidly

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the right dosage, it just doesn’t work well enough most of the time.”

“Why didn’t you get it adjusted?”

“I didn’t want anyone to find out about it.”

“That’s dangerous, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know you were scared. We’ll take you to get it adjusted as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.”

When we got back to the hotel I dropped off my stuff and decided to go for a walk. I needed to think about some things, and I knew the girls wanted to have a more in depth talk about what happened but I wasn’t ready. Eventually though I made my way back to the room and when I opened the door my roommate was there to greet me.

“Hey babe! You came back to me!’ Moe said dramatically as I entered our room.

“I’ll always come back to you, baby.” I said jokingly

“You better. My life is so boring without you!”

“I am the life of the party I’ve been told.”

“Ha ha, If anyone is the life of the party its Crystal. Girl can dance.”

“Definitely.”

“Have you talked to the others since we got back?”

“Uhh... no. I’m sorta avoiding them.” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“You know that they’ll want to talk to you about it eventually right? I’m sure they’re worried about you.”

I was unsure of what to do because I didn’t really want to talk to them about it but I knew I had to. After another hour of avoiding it, I got up and made my way to Alex’s room. I knocked on the door timidly and waited for it to open.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just was wondering if I could talk to you all?” I said as I saw almost all the older players in her room.

“Of course.”

We got to talking about what happened and I told them about the condition I had and when it first appeared and all the while Alex held me in her lap, cooing in my ear when I would start to get emotional and the others sat around us doing there best to let me know they were there.

“Why didn’t you just tell us?” Ashlyn asked

“I was just afraid.”

“You don’t ever have to be afraid to tell us these things. I’m sorry you felt the need to hide it from us.” JJ said.

“I know today was scary for everyone. I think I should tell the whole team everything soon.”

“Are you sure? You shouldn’t feel like you have to, if you’re not ready that’s okay too.”

“I am, it’s okay. Will you guys be there?”

“Of course, always.”

“I love you guys.”

“We love you too.”

I knew that some of them were still a little hurt that I hadn’t told them sooner or they felt bad because they weren’t able to protect me but I knew we would be okay.

we agreed to be more honest with each other going forward and When it came time for me to tell the entire team the older players were there to support me and help me explain everything. They were all super supportive and assured me that they didn’t see me any differently.

After our heart to heart we decided to do some much needed team bonding.

Rose showed me a Tick tok of a bulldog trying to reach a cake that was just out of its reach and failing (or succeeding) spectacularly as it splattered in the floor.

“Wilma would totally do this!” I said laughing at the thought of Rose’s dog doing something similar.

“She totally would but I would give her a hand.” Rose giggled.

Kelley succeeded in putting a cup on her head with only her feet and I was in awe of her flexibility. I attempted to do the same but I failed miserably and pouted as everyone laughed at me.

“Good try kid. You’ll get it eventually.” Kel said.

We ended up playing cup pong (the clean version), Jenga, Sorry, Truth or Dare, and twister. We also tried playing hide and seek through out the hotel but we got in trouble with the managerial staff and almost got the whole team kicked out. Let’s just say that Vlatko was not too pleased…

Sam, Rose, Sonnett, Lindsey and Mal choreographed a new dance and performed it for everyone. We all watched for over an hour as these knuckleheads tried to get it all down perfectly.

“Oh my god you guys, try again tomorrow when you actually know the dance.” Tobin said exasperated

“No, no we can do this. Right guys?”

“Yes we can.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Just give us a minute.”

“We got this.”

We watched on as they tried and failed to prove that they had it, but we all gave them an A+ for effort anyways.

“We would have gotten it, if you guys had just been patient enough.” Sam grumbled.

“We watched for over an hour, you know this team, they can’t sit still forever.” I giggled.

“I guess you’ve got a point.” Sam chuckled.

“Hey! We’re not that bad at sitting still.” Kelley protested.

“Uh, yeah Kel. We are.”

The whole team giggled at that and agreed that together asking us to sit still for long periods was useless.

After that we made pies and cupcakes and they were actually really good, but things took a turn when I decided to smash Ali’s face in a pie. She then chased me down the hall trying to get me back.

“Y/N, get back here!”

“Becky! Save me!”

“No way kid. Not trying to get punched.” She said before she closed her door.

“Traitor!” I yelled as I continued to run from a pissed off Ali Krieger.

She eventually caught up to me and attacked me with kisses and tickles. I ended up covered head to toe in pie filling after she got hers all over me and then found another one and got revenge.

“Aw man, you got me.” I said as I giggled wildly as she tickled me some more.

“This whole team loves you so much. You know that right?” Alex would later tell me that night as we all snuggled on the two beds in the room I shared with Morgan.

“Yeah, I know. I love you guys too.”

They drive me nuts with the constant hovering and weird, silly rules they make me follow but I am so grateful to have them in my life and to have such an amazing group of friends who love and support me no matter what. Me and my 23 best friends are family for life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

THE END

If I got anything wrong, I’m so sorry. I did the best research that I could. Sorry for any mistakes.

-N

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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'Lust of lovers in the summer' Story Event~Morinaga Route

(It's hot again today....)

I walk in the sunshine, wiping the sweat off my face.

But despite the heat, joyful voices could be heard from all over the town.

Merchant 1: "It's almost the summer festival, isn't it? Morinaga-san and his friends are going to do something, aren't they? Have you heard the details?"

Merchant 2: "No, not at all. But it’ll be fun with that man leading the way."

Merchant 3: "Yes. I wonder, what's in store for us?"

(As expected of Morinaga-san..... Everyone is hyped.)

In order to liven up the town of Kamakura, which is suffering from the extreme heat, the samurai of Kamakura decided to hold a summer festival.

Morinaga-san was appointed by Yoritomo-sama to take charge of this.

He is now working with his men in one part of the town to prepare for the festival.

(I can only help by bringing some refreshments, but I hope the festival is a success.)

....................

(Oh, I think this is the workshop.)

It looks like they have just stepped out onto the back of the stage, which is being assembled.

Yoshino: "Um, hello. I've brought you some----"

Morinaga: "Oh hey, Yoshino. Come here."

(Ha!!!..... Half-naked Morinaga-san!)

His exposed, water-soaked upper body is a sight to behold.

Morinaga: "Oh, sorry about this. I was just taking a dip in the water because I was sweating at work."

Morinaga-san approached me looking like that.

Yoshino: "Erm....where are the others?"

Morinaga: "We decided to take a break a while ago."

Yoshino: "Um, Morinaga-san...if you could...wear your kimono back on...?"

Morinaga: "Why? You have already seen me like this last night. Are still embarrassed? No wait,.....You're embarrassed because you saw me like this last night, isn't it?"

Morinaga-san bent down lightly and looked into my eyes, and my cheeks heated up.

Yoshino: "Nn..Don't tease me....."

Morinaga: "Sorry, I must have hit the nail on the head."

Morinaga-san's smile deepens as I look away, unable to bear my embarrassment.

Morinaga: "You're so cute."

He looked at me with his sweet, lechery eyes and my heart clenched.

(But....I'm at the mercy of Morinaga-san all the time.)

I have only recently fallen in love with him, and I am swept away by the little antics of the more mature Morinaga-san.

Morinaga: "There's nothing wrong in having a shy face, but it's lonely when you look away so much."

Taking both my hands, Morinaga-san let me hook them around his neck, wondering what I was thinking.

(Wh-Whaa...this position?)

Morinaga: "You looked me right in the eye last night, didn't you? It was lovely to see you begging for it, .....but I don't think I'll see it again today."

Yoshino: "Mm...."

A thick-skinned finger flicked my lips, causing a slight sensation of pleasure.

Morinaga-san's face comes to me as if he was enjoying seeing me blushing....

We kissed,....a soft tongue crept through the opening to gently pamper my mouth.

Yoshino: "Hmm....ah..."

Morinaga: "At last a voice that sounds familiar..."

(Mm....I don't know, but it's like he's trying to revive the last night's memories...)

Morinaga-san embraces my waist with his big hands and melts me with his mouth.

In between, his hands start to trace my legs from my waist, reminding me of how he touched me last night.

From my toes to my head, I felt a sweet sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

Yoshino: "Haa.....No, Morinaga-san. Someone...might see us...."

Morinaga: "How can I stop, when you make that lovely face? You're such a sly, first, you make that face, and then you won't even let me play."

Yoshino: "What do....you mean by 'play'?"

Morinaga: "Play with you, of course."

Yoshino: "No. Not now....!"

I shouted and pressed the package against his chest and Morinaga-san chuckled.

Yoshino: "Are you teasing me....?"

Morinaga: "No,..... it's just that you're so comfortable with me that I got carried away."

(.....Mm)

A gentle but dangerous flame of greed burned in his eyes, which were drawn back by a pleasant smile.

As soon as I realized this, we kissed again.

Samurai 1: "Morinaga-sama! We're back!"

(.....!?)

Samurai 1: "Huh, I don't see Morinaga-sama."

Samurai 2: "Maybe he had gone somewhere?"

(Everyone is back....!)

A voice from the other side of the stage made me instantly impatient.

They are nice people who are happy to see us together, but there is no way I can show them this.

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, they are all here. Let go now...."

I try to pull away, but the hand on my hip doesn't budge.

Morinaga: "Heh, are you sure you wanna go in front of other men with that face?"

Yoshino: "Mm....."

The back of his fingers brushed my cheek, kindling another sweet tingle.

Morinaga: "Teary eyes, blushing face.... I'm the only one allowed to see you like this. Isn't that right?"

Yoshino: ".....Y-Yes..."

Morinaga: "Yeah, good girl."

Satisfied with my reply, Morinaga-san comes closer and rubs the tip of our noses together....

When I had my fill of hidden kisses, the package I had to deliver was gently taken away.

Morinaga: "I'll deliver this. If they see you right now, I'll be jealous. Thank you, and be careful on your way back."

Yoshino: "Ah....."

(---Let's run.)

Even my breath is hot and I feel a little embarrassed again.

(Alas! What a sly person.......... who only makes me throb.)

.................

One day after that-----

Merchant 1: "Did you hear? There's going to be a big raffle at the festival, and everyone gets to draw once."

(Heh, I see.)

I came to the town to sell medicine and listened to the voices I heard.

But then----

Merchant 1: "And the raffle! The first prize is the right to have one wish granted by Morinaga-sama."

(Ehh?)

Merchant 2: "Is that so? Well, then we'll have our roof repaired."

Kids: "We want Morinaga-san to play with us!"

Merchant 3: "Hmmm, maybe I'll have a lesson in the art of gambling then."

(Hehe. There are many kinds of wishes.)

I smile as people talk happily about the festival.

Woman: "Really!, then, that I should invite Morinaga-sama on a date."

(....!?)

Merchant 1: "Well, maybe you will surely get your way with him! Now we'll all be participating in the raffle anyway!"

(No no no no.....whaa?)

I could no longer listen to their excited laughter with any sense of calm.

(Is it possible that Morinaga-san will go on a date with other women....?)

....................

Morinaga: "Ohhh, so I'm the prize. I've been a winner but never been a prize before."

Yoshino: "What do you mean, you didn't know?"

When I asked him about it after returning to the Imperial Palace, he gave me a very relaxed response.

Kagetoki: "You're very popular with people. It's going to be a lot of fun, isn't it?"

Morinaga: "I'm not sure if that was your idea, Kagetoki, I don't mind, though. But at the very least, you should have informed me about this. Yoritomo-sama, entrust this to me, you know?"

Kagetoki: "It's not going to change anything. It's up to you to make it happen."

Morinaga: "That's true."

As Morinaga-san pondered this, my concern deepened.

(.....I'm sure it's a good event, as the aim is to provide fun for the people of the town.)

(But what if Morinaga-san goes on to date with the person who drew the first prize...!)

...................

After Morinaga-san and Kagetoki-san had gone, I gave a small shrug of my shoulders.

(I don't want Morinaga-san to go on a date with....any other woman.)

Shigehira: "Yoshino-san, what are you doing here?"

Yoshino: "! Shigehira-kun."

When I expressed my concerns to Shigehira-kun, who said he would listen to me, he looked at me in dismay.

Shigehira: "Oh, dear! That's what you're worried about?"

Yoshino: "Yeah!"

Shigehira: "It's certainly possible that a woman with such hopes could win first prize."

(Mmmmm....)

Shigehira: "But I don't think he's going to take it very well with you around. I think you should talk to him directly, not me."

Shigehira: "----You guys are in love, right?"

Yoshino: "....! Thank you, Shigehira-kun."

(It's nice to have straightforward encouragement at a time like this.)

(Okay. Let's talk to Morinaga-san about this later.)

.................

But Morinaga-san was always busy, and time went by without him having a chance.

(Hmmm, what to do....)

The day before the festival, I was returning from the city to the palace with a troubled mind.

(Oh, I can hear some voices....)

(Morinaga-san must be rehearsing for his festival.)

I stopped to look around and a shrine happened to catch my eye.

(I'm not sure if I'll be able to see him today... can I ask God for help?)

I put my hands together, closed my eyes, and breathe.

(I have one wish....-----)

(May I win the first prize in tomorrow’s raffle!)

Morinaga: "You look very serious. Is something bothering you?"

Yoshino: "Ah, Morinaga-san.....!?"

Morinaga: "Hey. It's been a while since I've seen our face properly."

I looked up at the familiar voice and saw Morinaga-san standing right next to me.

Yoshino: "What are you doing here? I thought you were practicing?"

Morinaga: "Right. We were just about to wrap up. I was just about to join you. But what's wrong with you? It seems like you're asking God for help."

(Okay....there's no better opportunity than now.)

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, I have something to talk about. Can I have some of your time?"

Morinaga: "Talk? About what?"

Yoshino: "If it's a bother then----"

Morinaga: "Not at all. You're always welcome to talk to me. Then come to my house tonight. It's been a while since we've spent any time together."

Yoshino: "Yes....!"

(I only got my promise. Thank you god.)

.........

Thus, I was invited to visit Morinaga-san in his room....

I went to the house at a time when the practice would be over and was immediately shown into Morinaga-san's room.

(Hmm. I don't think he's home yet....)

I relaxed my shoulders and looked around.

As I was wondering how I was going to start the conversation----

I heard someone's footsteps walking towards me.

Morinaga: "Here you are. Have I kept you waiting long?"

(Ah.....!)

Yoshino: "No, I just arrived...."

No sooner had I said this than Morinaga-san sat down in front of me.

Morinaga: "Come here."

(Ehh!)

He lifts me up by my waist and placed me on his lap.

Morinaga: "What do you wanna talk about? Let me hear it."

(Like this....!?)

This position, straddling on Morinaga-san's lap and resting my weight on them is too embarrassing.

But the hands that pulled me down to my waist wouldn’t allow me to move away.

Morinaga: "I'm getting a bit tired after all the work we've been doing for the festival. It wouldn't hurt to get a little energy from my own little girl for a night, would it?"

(That's a little.....)

My heart fluttered as I realized that the eyes staring at me had long since reached a fever pitch.

Morinaga: "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Yoshino: "....... Yes."

His slightly rough, masculine lips press softly against mine.

(Mm.....)

I haven't had the sensation of a moist, repeated kiss for days.

The feeling makes us breathless, and we lose ourselves in each other.

(Oh, my hands....)

I felt a gentle nudge of the leg that had been straddling my thigh, and the pit of my stomach slowly....melted.

The finger that entered through the hem of the kimono traced up my inner thigh as if it had seen through it.

(Ah-----no!)

I wondered at his hand, which had stopped just before touching my fragile part, and met his eyes, which narrowed happily.

Morinaga: "...I think I'd better go on from here after I've heard all your troubles. What's the matter?"

(Ngh....)

Yoshino: "Not fair....Morinaga-san..."

(You stopped it on purpose....!)

I looked at Morinaga-san, in tears and he smiles back at me.

Morinaga: "Don't get me wrong. You see, if I don't ask you now, I won't have the chance to ask later."

(Hm...Mm....)

The hand that had been touching my waist, started stroking lovingly, and I couldn't help but rock my hips unintentionally.

Yoshino: "This is....embarrassing..."

Morinaga: "Well then...

(Oh, I'm still at his mercy....)

Embarrassed, I finally gave up.

I started talking about how I was worried after hearing that anyone could be the winner in the raffle, and the winner could ask on a date with Morinaga-san.

I also revealed that I asked God to let me win the first prize.

Morinaga: "You're really cute."

Yoshino:"...Don't laugh."

Morinaga: "I'm not teasing you. I'm just really happy."

Morinaga-san stroked my cheek and my eyes softened....

Morinaga: "But Yoshino, in such case, you should turn to me, not to God. Because it's my job, not anyone's, to grant your request."

(Morinaga-san....)

Morinaga: "And don't worry. If someone asks me to do something like that, I'll let him off with a no. I know it's a bit unfair, but I'm not saying I'll not do anything. I've already got the most important woman in the world, it's only natural, right?"

(Nn....)

The sweetness of his voice as he says it gently makes my heart tighten.

Yoshino: "So I'm the only one who can go out with Morinaga-an, right....?"

Morinaga: "Of course. And going on a date... You're the only person I'd want to do these kinds of things with."

I repeated his words in a low voice and hugged Morinaga-san, tightly.

(That's great.... I told Morinaga-san and in no time I had nothing but happy feelings.)

Morinaga: "...Did I reassure you a little?"

Yoshino: "Yes, thank you! This way, even if I don't win the first prize I won't be jealous of anyone else. Maybe I won't even have to draw lots at all."

Morinaga: "You're of those people who lives in Kamakura, so you have the right to draw. The pride of the Kamakura Shogunate, it's the best thing that's happened all summer. Come and try it for yourself."

Yoshino: "Sure. I'll try it to test out my luck."

I replied with a smile-- and Morinaga-san suddenly looked into my eyes.

Morinaga: "....Yoshino. What do you want me to do if you win the first prize? What's your wish?"

Yoshino: "Well....I'd like to enjoy our time together. Morinaga-san, you're always surrounded by so many people. So I will ask you to let me have you all to myself."

Morinaga-san laughed aloud.

Morinaga: "I hope you’ll really wish that when you win."

...............

On the day of the festival---

(Wow, what a busy street.)

The town, decorated with festive decorations, was crowded with spectators.

On a special stage, Morinaga-san and his friends were just finishing their performance.

Samurai 1: "Ah! Morinaga-sama, Yoshino-san is here."

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, Thank you for your hard work."

Morinaga: "Yeah.....!"

Looking back at him, Morinaga-san's eyes widened and then he immediately smiled.

Morinaga: "My god, you tied your hair up today. It's nice and cool. It suits you. Oh, by the way, did you draw the raffle? It's about to close."

Yoshino: "About that...."

Samurai 2: "You're just in time. Go on, take one."

When I picked up one from the raffle boxes offered to me, I was a little nervous.

(But I'm fine.)

I looked up at Morinaga-san and his kind, narrowed eyes reassured me.

Samurai 1: “Um.... Actually, we’re sorry.”

Yoshino: “Huh? What for?”

Surprised by the sudden apology, a few of the people swept their eyes apologetically.

Samurai 1: “We were there when Morinaga-sama was planned to be the first prize for the raffle.”

Samurai 2: “Later we realized that if a woman who liked Morinaga-sama drew the first prize, what would she wish for.... You guys have just recently started dating, and we should have stopped them.”

Samurai 3: “But this one time we couldn’t. But we support Morinaga-sama and Yoshino-san from the bottom of our hearts!”

(Eh)

Standing next to me, Morinaga-san laughs out loud,

Morinaga: “Thank you for worrying about me. But that’s okay. I’ve already talked to Yoshino about it, right?”

Yoshino: “Yes!”

Samurai: “! What.....”

Morinaga-san and I chuckled, though we apologized for the puzzled looks on everyone’s faces.

Morinaga: “Well, I’d better get ready for the result announcement. Will you come to see the results?”

Yoshino: “Yes! I want to see if I win the first prize!”

Morinaga: “I’m looking forward to it too. Win the first prize and keep me to yourself.”

As the sun went down, the excitement of the festival covered the town of Kamakura.

Morinaga: “Well, here we go! It’s time for the Kamakura summer lottery, which our main attraction.”

(Finally....!)

The festival site was the most exciting place of the day.

Thanks to the support of the Shogunate, the prizes are all very generous.

(We all want to be challenged, don’t we?)

Many people who have won the raffle were happy with their prizes, while some were disappointed.

The tension and excitement grew with each successive announcement of the third and second prizes.

Morinaga: “And now, for the most awaited one! The first prize! I’ll grant the person who wins first prize, one wish. You can ask me any favor you want...-----”

Premium END // Epilogue

I loved it! I loved every bit of this story. So who do you think will win? Will it be Yoshino? or some random woman? or a kid? or Yoritomo-sama?.....you’re all free to guess.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden morinaga #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series story event

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pruinaelibrary · 3 years

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The Babysitter

“Are you sure it’s okay to leave Boo with Blade?” Ranboo asked as he followed Techno through the tundra.

“Heh? Oh, yeah. You’re kid’s fine, Ranboo. Little Blade has been babysitting Little Blue forever, so your little enderman will be fine.”

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“So, what do you wanna do kid?” Little Blade asked the smaller girl. Little Boo looked around the house nervously. “Fair enough. You like to draw? Maybe read?” Boo perked up at the sound of reading and Blade nodded. “Alright, reading it is.”

Blade walked towards the bookshelf, pulling out some kid books. She placed them on the table, and looked back towards Boo. “You can sit here and read, I’m going to clean up a bit and make lunch.” Boo didn’t say anything, but she did move towards the table and sat on a chair.

Blade walked into the kitchen to make some food for the two, and to organize, as it was impossible to find anything in the kitchen thanks to her father. As she cleaned and cooked, Boo walked into the room.

“Ms. Blade?”

“Yeah kid, what’s up?” Blade asked, sorting spices.

“Do you have any other books I can read?” Blade stopped for a moment and looked back at the younger girl. A teasing smirk grew on her face.

“What? Didn’t like the books I had to offer?” Boo shook her head.

“No, I finished them already.” Blade blinked, then looked at the clock hanging on the wall. 10 minutes had passed, and she gave the kid six books. Blade shrugged it off and put the mushroom stew she was making on a lower heat, then walked out of the room after Boo to find more books.

“Um… I don’t know how many other kids books we-”

“Can I read that one?” Boo interrupted. Blade looked over at the girl, who was pointing to a book up on the bookshelf. Blade pulled out the book to reveal ‘The Iliad’.

“I don’t know, kid. This book might be too big for you.”

“I’ll be fine.” Boo said promptly. Blade was silent for a moment, then shrugged, handing the book to Boo.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” Blade returned to the kitchen to continue making the mushroom stew. Time passed by pretty quickly after that, and soon the stew was done. Blade cleaned up after herself, then took a bowl of the stew to Boo. “Here you go, kid. Eat up.”

“Thank you.” Boo placed The Iliad down, and Blade raised an eyebrow to see the young girl was already halfway done.

“You a speed reader or something, kid?”

“Mr. Philza says I’m able to read faster then most kids my age, so yes.” Blade huffed out a laugh at Boo’s bluntness.

“Alright, kid.” Sitting at the table as well, Blade ate some of the mushroom stew, thinking of what else she could do with the kid besides reading. “You wanna play outside in the snow later?”

“Okay.” Blade stopped talking, allowing the young girl to eat. The two ate in silence. Steve’s steady breathing caused Blade’s attention to be drawn onto him. The polar bear walked into the room, probably looking for Techno. Boo froze, staring at the bear in slight fear. Blade noticed and bit back a smirk.

“Kid, Steve. Steve, kid.” Blade said, introducing the two. Boo didn’t move, but she did speak.

“You… you have a bear…”

“His name’s Steve. Say hi Steve.” Steve let out a growl that sounded more like a purr, but it didn’t stop Boo from flinching. Blade chuckled slightly. “Calm down, kid. Steve is just dad’s support bear. He’s about as dangerous as a fire ant.” Steve let out another growl, then walked out of the room, not finding Techno.

“Your family’s weird.”

“Compared to other families… I’d say yeah we are.”

“The way you just admitted that-”

“Kid, have met my uncles and cousins? The only sane one of all the SBI is probably Angel. But then again, she did adopt Dream, so…” Boo stared at Blade for a moment, before going back to her stew. The two continued to eat in silence, till Boo finished, pushing her bowl towards Blade.

“I’m done.”

“Alright, kid. Put on your jacket while I clean up, then you can head outside.” Boo ran off to get her jacket, and Blade took the two bowls to the kitchen. Rinsing them out and placing them in the sink when she heard the front door open, but not close. Blade let out a sigh of annoyance, then let it go. Kids were kids after all.

Blade walked outside… only to be met with a snowball in her face and Boo’s giggles. Blade wiped the snow from her face glaring at the girl, before smirking.

“I do hope you know that’s an act of war, kid.”

“Please. As if you can hit me. I’m the best at snowball fights after all.”

“Yeah? Says who?” Blade asked, taking off her crown.

“Dadboo! And he’s never wrong.”

“Is that so? Well, kid…” Blade untied her cape, letting it fall behind her. “Snow for the snow god.”

And like that, a snow war had begun against the two. While Boo did get the first hit, Blade was trained in the art of war, even if the war was just a snowball fight. The two were so into their battle, they didn’t notice the growing amount of crows watching them.

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Philza walked with Angel through the snow back towards his and Techno’s houses. Armen stood on Angel’s arm as she was showing him all of the items she got from trading the villagers. The sound of yells and laughter drew the attention of Angel and Phil, and they saw the battle between Blade and Boo.

Blade was obviously winning, though Boo seemed to be having the most fun, laughing loudly every time she got hit or every time she hit Blade. Angel giggled, watching the crows watch the fight, flying whenever snow got to close.

Both girls were covered in snow, so Philza whistled to get their attention. Both Blade and Boo turned to Philza, Blade being hit in the cheek by a snowball that Boo had already thrown. The crows let out sounds that sounded like laughter, and Blade was tempted to throw some snow at them.

“Alright, you two. Let's head inside and get you dried off.”

“Okay, Dadza.”

“Okay, Mr. Philza!”

Boo led the group, picking up Blade’s cape and crown as she went.

“Hey, Mr. Philza? I won, right?” Phil chuckled.

“With that last hit, most definitely.”

Boo cheered, running inside followed by Phil. Blade rolled her eyes and leaned towards Angel.

“I totally won.” Angel just laughed, shaking her head.

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After Blade and Boo were changed into dryer clothes, Angel went outside to do some chores while Philza went off to make some potions. Blade sat on the couch, reading while Boo was coloring something for her father.

“Ms. Blade?”

“What’s up, kid?” Blade asked, flipping a page in her book.

“Does your dad ever… talk to himself?”

Blade froze, then looked over to Boo, who was still besides her breathing. Blade was… aware of her father’s voices… despite his and Phil’s attempt to hide it from her. She knew they told, asked, and demanded things of him, and his actions would depend greatly on them.

“Why… why do you ask?”

“My… my dad speaks to himself some nights. Or at least, he talks to someone, but no one is with him. And he’s not talking to me. It’s always when he’s alone.”

Blade sat up, placing her book down.

“How long has this been happening?”

“As long as I can remember, maybe. I just didn’t realize until now.”

“Do you ever hear what he’s saying?”

Before Boo could answer, Angel walked in, followed by Techno and Ranboo.

“Boo, time to go home.” Angel said.

“Dadboo!”

Boo ran to her father, who picked her up.

“Hi, Little Enderman. Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! I beat Ms. Blade in a snowball fight, I got to read, and I even drew you a picture! Here, come look.”

Boo dropped from her father’s arms and dragged him to the picture. Ranboo crouched, trying not to hit the ceiling. Blade walked up to her father, watching as Angel left the house.

“Hey, dad.”

“Hey, kid. Was everything alright here?” Blade nodded.

“Yeah, it was fine.”

“Hey, Blade?” Blade and Techno looked over at Ranboo, who was holding Boo again, who was now holding the picture. “Thank you again for taking care of Little Enderman.” Blade shrugged.

“It was no biggie, I swear. Just bring her over again sometime and we can have a rematch snowball fight.”

“Yeah!” Boo cheered. Ranboo chuckled.

“Okay. We better get home.”

Everyone said their good-byes, and Blade watched Ranboo and Boo leave to go home. Blade thought back to her and Boo’s conversation and turned to her dad, who was sitting on the couch, Steve’s head on his lap.

“Hey, dad?”

“Yeah, kid?”

Blade wanted to tell him about what Boo said, she wanted to ask about the voices, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she quickly closed it and shook her head.

“Nevermind. Don’t worry about it.”

#lost ones stories

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toloveawarlord · 3 years

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The Little Vampire (Ch. 2)

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

Characters: Nell, Levi, & Satan

Tagging: @plumpblueberry @starry-starry-night24 @gay-noodle-clan

A/N: Day 3 of the 12 Days of OCmas! He is already so attached to his little vampire. Who should she meet next?

Being summoned had turned into a complicated, scheduled event. Levi began to enjoy his trips to visit the girl, bringing her snacks and playing board games. She intently listened to his ramblings about Ruri-chan without judgement or teasing. He honestly had more fun with her than anyone else.

He looked forward to visiting, despite being confined to an empty bedroom.

Except today was different.

It was late, but he was up watching a new anime that was finally available in the Devildom when he was tugged through the void and into the human world. They weren’t scheduled to meet again until the end of the week. “Nell? What’s this abo-” His words trailing off.

The room was empty, and the circle at his feet poorly drawn as if done in a hurry. He’d never come without her being here, and never had the door been left open. The demon wasn’t sure that she left the room at all. Nell never told him about her life here, only asking that he keep her company and play games with her.

“L-Levi!” A shout from somewhere else in the house. Her voice shrill and desperate, hoarse like she’d been yelling for hours.

The layout of the house unknown to him, but the stench of humans drew him down the staircase. There were more than he’d expected, and all quite surprised at his sudden presence. As for Levi, his mouth gaped at the scene before him.

“Levi! Help me!” Nell cried out from where she was held down on the coffee table, a human on either side of her writhing body. A makeshift beheading block. She managed to get an arm out, helplessly reaching towards him.

The large human with the axe stuck his foot against her head, his boot cutting into her pale skin and drawing blood. “Stop squalling, you monster.” His hate-filled eyes turned to Levi. “This doesn’t concern demons so move along!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Levi spat out, demonic power erupting from his body. His transformation enough to send fear rattling through the pathetic human’s fragile forms. Golden irises were overflowing with absolute rage. His voice inhumanly deep and commanding. “That little vampire belongs to me.”

Although the leader tried to be strong, his limbs betrayed him, trembling like leaves in the presence of someone so powerful. “What does a demon want with a-” No words could form with his back against the wall, gaze unable to look away from the demon towering above him. The man completely paralyzed.

Levi’s head tilted to the side, assessing his prey with muted interest. Humans were so weak, and yet they pretended to be at the top of the food chain. “It won’t matter to you. You hurt someone important to me.” His tail slithered up to the man’s throat, wrapping gingerly around it....

With one squeeze, his head popped off, splatting against the floor.

The others scattered but none were able to escape. Angering a demon, even one without his strength was a death sentence. No one did so and lived to talk about it.

“Nell?” Levi regained control of himself, scratching his bloodstained cheek awkwardly. He found the vampire quivering in the corner of the room, violet eyes sweeping over the mess. A wave of guilt flooded over him. He must have frightened her so much with his anger.

He glanced around, finding her stuffed dinosaur under the coffee table, likely from when she’d dropped when they were throwing her around. He knelt down in front of her, reaching out and offering the stuffed animal to her. “I’m sorry- oof-”

The girl threw herself into his arms, the force knocking him over. Her cheek rubbed against his chest as she sniffled but smiled. “I knew you’d save me!” A mixture of emotions bubbled over. Nell was crying out of happiness and relief. “If you hadn’t come... they’d of--they’d of- hic.” The fear of almost dying turned into a sobbing mess. She tried to wipe them away with the backs of her hands.

Levi patted his hand against the top of her head. “It’s alright. You don’t have to worry about them anymore.” Mostly because he’d killed them, but he had another reason. He produced a golden band from his pocket. “Check this out. I had my brother help me get it. It’ll let you come back to the Devildom with me. It’s like a super rare item!”

At first it was too big to fit around her dainty wrist, but it shrunk in size once it touched her skin. “Woah. You’re giving me a rare item? Like...” Her brows furrowed as she dug through her memory. “Like the Silver Lion sword in that dungeon game we played?”

“Yeah! Just like that! And it’s all yours! I mean... if you want to come with me.”

Her small arms locked around his neck. “Yes! I wanna go now. Can we go now? Before the others come and lock me up again.”

More humans? Levi cast a glance around at the carnage. He didn’t have the energy to face any more of them. Better to abandon this game than continue to fight. He’d gotten his prize anyways.

Nell nearly fell when they were transported back to his bedroom. She spun on the ball of her foot, throwing her hands up. “That was so cool! It was like poof and we were here!” Her spinning only stopped when she got dizzy, teetering around as she laughed.

Levi collapsed into his gaming chair, all his energy drained. Traveling between the two realms was a big enough strain, but also using so much demonic power only made the demon exhausted. With his elbow propped up on the arm, he rested his chin on his palm.

“Is this where you sleep?” Nell pushed her hands against the edge of the tub to see it better but slipped and fell headfirst into the pile of pillows. Her legs kicked in the air before she flipped upright.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Levi asked, nervously turning his gaze to find Henry in the large aquarium. Only normies slept in beds. His tub was the perfect size, and he could cuddle his Ruri-chan body pillow without any issues.

The girl hummed, brushed her white hair out of her face. “No, it makes sense.” She grinned at his surprised expression. “Besides, it’s comfy. Can I sleep here, too? I’m really tiny so we can both fit.”

“S-sure.” He hadn’t thought this far ahead. The situation had turned out to be more dire than he’d realized, but even without it, the demon didn’t have anything in place for her once they’d arrived here. Levi racked his brain for his next move while the girl continually dove into the pillows and then popped up on the other side of the tub and repeated.

The only thing he did know was that Lucifer couldn’t find out she was here.

“I see the item worked for you.”

Nell slipped back under the pillows, peeking out between them to spy on the new demon in the room. His green eyes flickered to where she hid but quickly moved to Levi. Which one was he? She’d heard about all of them.

“Although, I’m not sure that keeping a human as a pet is a good idea.”

“I’m not a human!” The girl sprung up, haphazardly knocking the pillows out of the tub and onto the floor. Her index fingers tapped against her two large canines. “I’m a vampire. See? Fangs!”

Levi rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do next, but think you can keep her a secret? If Lucifer finds out, he’ll punish me for sure.” His shoulders dropped in dejection. And who knows what he’d do to Nell. “Nell, this is my brother Satan.”

“Oh, the one that likes books and is a cat.”

“A cat?” Satan blinked at her in confusion. He wasn’t not like a cat, although he didn’t think that would be a bad thing. She certainly didn’t say it as a negative, so it was possible that it was meant as a compliment.

The vampire climbed out of the tub and approached the fourth born brother who was deep in serious thought. Her hand tugged on his sleeve, violet eyes that of puppy’s. “Please don’t tell the bossy one I’m here. I want to stay with Levi.” Her gaze fell away, distracted by the mountain of games and toys around her. “If I have to go back, the humans will kill me.”

Satan chuckled at her reference to the eldest as the bossy one. “Your secret is safe with me.” He ruffled her hair and smiled softly. She was quite cute, and it would be entertaining to see how long Levi could keep her hidden.

“Nell, no!” Levi chastised. His tail wrapped around her waist, hauling the girl away from his brother. Her fangs grazed against Satan’s wrist but didn’t actually sink in. He held her in the air, sighing. “You can’t bite him. Actually, you can’t bite anyone. No biting.”

Her index fingers poked together as she gave Satan a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry.”

“Levi, you do know you have to feed her, right? Vampires survive on blood, and if she’s willing to bite a demon, then she must be starving,” Satan said, observing the two with curiosity. He’d never seen Levi so invested in something 3-D.

“I know. I’ll figure something out.” He set her down but didn’t release his tail’s grip. Procuring human blood in the Devildom would be difficult. And if he bought it online in bulk, Lucifer was sure to notice. Levi gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeve. “For now, you can drink from me. Just be quick.” His head turned away, not wanting to see his own blood.

Nell stared at his bare skin, tongue gliding across her teeth. She hadn’t properly drunk in a while, and it was oh so tempting. “Are you sure? I can control myself... maybe.” She would do her best to abstain.

“Yes. I’m sure. It’ll be like in that one episode where Ruri-chan’s best friend was turned into a vampire and needed blood so Ruri-chan sacrificed herself for them to not suffer! A true inspiration!”

Her soft giggle drew his attention back to her. “You’re so funny, Levi. I bet Ruri-chan would be super proud of you.”

Tears welled in his eyes. If that were true, he could die a happy demon. “Alright, let’s do this! Ahh- ouch!” Levi whined as her fangs pierced his skin. It was nothing at all in Ruri-chan! It stung and burned. He clenched his fist and bit his lip. He would not back down.

But damn did it hurt!

Nell drank enough to feel full and then collapsed forward onto his lap with a happy sigh. “You have nice blood,” she whispered, eyelids too heavy to stay open. With a full tummy and the adrenaline of the day wearing off, the little vampire fell promptly asleep.

“I’ll do some research on where you can purchase blood. In the meantime, be sure to keep her in here where none of the others will find her,” Satan said. Once Mammon or Asmo got a hold of a secret, the entire house would know about it in a matter of minutes.

“Thanks, Satan. I owe you,” Levi said, reaching a hesitant head out to pet her white hair. She was kind of like a pet, like Henry, but more hands on. He lifted her up and climbed into his tub with her. She’d been right, they both could fit in here comfortably. For the first night ever, he didn’t need his Ruri-chan pillow.

But keeping her a secret would turn out to be much harder than he’d imagined.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #levi adopts a vampire #papa levi #the little vampire #chapter 2 #he's so soft for her

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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The Courtyard Aglow

Summary: Prisha thought it would be an ordinary day at Ericson when she starts noticing that everyone is acting strangely.

Word Count: 2952

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Something seemed different about today. That was the thought that stood in the forefront of Prisha’s mind as she worked with Ruby in the greenhouse. She had first picked up on it when she had gone out to the courtyard. Willy avoided eye contact and made up some sort of excuse that made absolutely no sense. Even though he had defended his statement that he had to go water Garbage, Prisha knew that wasn’t the real reason why he scampered off. But she also knew it wasn’t out of annoyance or anger since he had grabbed AJ who seemed overly excited when he spotted Prisha and began whispering stuff to his friend.

Louis kept giving big grins her way and even Omar was smiling more than usual. Violet was acting odd too, telling Prisha that she had to help Louis with something important and that she had switched greenhouse duty with Ruby. Prisha didn’t mind spending time with Ruby though, that wasn’t the issue. She found the redhead to make pleasant company. The two of them seemed to share appreciation for maintaining the simple beauties of life even when the world had ended. Still, even she was acting extra chipper today. Prisha couldn’t quite place why but there had to be some reason why all the others were so overly excited. But what could it be?

“Oh, don’t pick those yet!” Ruby’s voice snapped Prisha’s attention back to the task at hand and she saw that she was pulling at some unripe herbs.

“I’m sorry!” Prisha apologized as she quickly pulled back her hand from the planters and picked up her small basket before heading to the next one. She recalled that Ruby said they needed to harvest the jerusalem artichokes today. Her eyes scanned around for the root vegetable. She quickly spotted the yellow buds that grew on the top of the jerusalem artichokes. Prisha began to pull the vegetables out from the earth, careful not to damage the buds so that she could bring them to the courtyard for the others to make some flower crowns together.

“Oh Sug, don’t worry about it.” Ruby looked over at her friend with a warm smile as she picked up her own basket that was filled with today’s herbs. “We just gotta make sure not to waste any food.”

“Absolutely, the last thing I would want is to do that,” Prisha returned the smile and began to take the buds off of the earth-colored lumpy root vegetables. Ruby was about to add to the conversation when suddenly the door shot open. The door whacked against the wall of the greenhouse making Willy flinch as he stood in the doorway.

“Shit, I’m really sorry!” Willy glanced around to make sure there were no hidden walkers nearby that had somehow been drawn by that sound. “Ruby, have you seen the mason jars?” The young teen looked at the redhead who was dusting off some dirt from her hands. Willy’s eyes shot over to Prisha and grew large. “Oh, hi Prisha!” Willy beamed.

“Hello, Willy,” Prisha smiled at her friend. Willy’s gaze soon returned back to Ruby.

“Willy, you have to be more careful with that door. All that ruckus could draw anything near here. Besides we don’t wanna have the door come off its hinges,” Ruby scolded but soon saw the look of guilt in Willy’s eyes. “That being said, the mason jars should be in the admin building behind the staircase.”

Ruby’s words made a toothy grin appear on Willy’s face. “Awesome! Then me and Rosie are on the case!” It was in that moment that Prisha and Ruby noticed the pitbull happily laying in some dirt behind Willy. “Come on, Rosie!” Willy gave a whistle and the pitbull lifted up her head, her stubby tail wagging ecstatically as she barked and chased after Willy. The teen was soon sprinting off in the direction of the admin building, leaving the greenhouse door wide open.

“That boy, honestly. The least he could do was learn to close the door behind him,” Ruby shook her head and lifted up the basket. Prisha didn’t respond though, her mind focused on her curiosity as to what was so important about some mason jars.

“Prish?” Ruby’s voice made Prisha glance over at her friend who was in the doorway. “Ready to head back?”

“Oh, sure!” Prisha quickly grabbed her basket and held it on her hip as walked forward. Ruby immediately noticed that the basket was too heavy for her friend to carry with just one hand so she placed the smaller herb basket on top of Prisha’s before she bustled over to one side of the basket and held it, evenly distributing the weight. Prisha smiled appreciatively and the pair walked back to the picnic tables in content silence.

Prisha and Ruby walked through the courtyard and past Aasim who was tending to Molly’s mane. He gave a wave over at Ruby who gave a more playful one back. Prisha gave a teasing look to Ruby who was about to return the teasing but they’d already reached the picnic tables. The two friends set down the basket, causing a small thunk to emit from the table which made Omar lift his head from his spot by the fire pit.

“Dinner should be ready soon,” Omar smiled warmly at them. “Which means another hour or so,” Louis playfully joked as he sat at the picnic table with Clementine. Their fingers intertwined for a few seconds more before they focused on preparing the vegetables.

“You can’t rush perfection,” Omar looked over at Louis who nodded in agreement.

“True, true, and with all this time I have while cutting up veggies I think it's time for another episode of Stew With Lou!” Louis’ statement made Omar groan but he didn’t stop his friend from continuing. Prisha looked around and noticed that AJ, Violet and Willy were nowhere to be seen.

“Looks like I’ll take a shift on lookout duty,” Ruby bustled over, quickly stopping by Aasim to share a few quick kisses and loving words before she got up on the watchtower.

“If you’re wondering where Vi and the others are, Violet is busy grabbing some more firewood and Willy and AJ are grabbing something for tonight,”

Prisha took a spot at the table across from her friends. “What are they grabbing for tonight?”

“That's a secret,” Clementine smiled then quickly turned her attention towards her boyfriend’s commentary about stew, giving him soft kisses every so often as they worked. Prisha’s eyes wandered over to the admin building, still wondering what the conversation about the mason jars had to do with anything.

“They should be around here somewhere,” Willy poked his head into an old box behind the staircase and coughed roughly when he inhaled dust.

“Did you find them?” AJ asked as he worked to try and move a heavy box down to examine its contents. Rosie barked and hopped this way and that in concern for AJ’s safety.

“No, I can’t find them,” Willy frowned before he looked at AJ, a smile forming on his face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?’ AJ wildly moved his hands around his face in confusion.

“Nah, you just have some spiderwebs in your afro,” Willy laughed as AJ began to try to get them out of his hair only for them to end up stuck on his hands.

“It’s not funny,” AJ frowned at Willy who was laughing at his friend’s struggles against the sticky webs.

“Yeah, it is! I-” Willy paused when he saw the metal lids of the mason jars shimmering in the dimming sunlight. The young teen jogged over and lifted up the box which held more than enough mason jars for what they had planned.

“This is going to be so cool! I love lightning bug season!” Willy gave a toothy grin. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Me too! Fireflies are really cool!” AJ moved to help his friend in checking all the mason jars to make sure they weren’t cracked. “I remember when Clem and I first caught fireflies here. It was like the whole courtyard was covered in little fires.” AJ smiled nostalgically at the memory.

“It's going to blow Prisha's mind when she sees the whole courtyard lit up with lightning bugs!” Willy exclaimed a bit too loudly which made AJ reach up to cover his mouth.

“Careful, we can’t have the surprise be ruined!” AJ peeked his head out from behind the staircase but no one seemed to have reacted to his friend’s loud voice.

“Sorry,” Willy spoke after AJ pulled his hand away. “I hope she's never done this before, like how it was with you and Clem.”

“Me too!” AJ checked the last few mason jars. “All clear. No cracks.”

“No cracks on my side either!” Willy and AJ smiled before high fiving. The two of them excitedly began to carry out the box when suddenly Willy skidded to a halt.

“Oops!” He ran over and picked up Garbage who had been fascinated by a dusty empty box and was considering it for her new den. “Almost forgot Garbage,” Willy jogged forward with the possum who made soft hissing sounds. The friends soon wandered outside to prepare for a fun evening.

It had taken nearly an hour before dinner was ready which meant that Omar was worn out from the extremely long episode of Stew with Lou as he helped serve dinner with Ruby. Soon everyone was at the table and eating happily. Rosie happily made her rounds around the table while Garbage chilled on her back and enjoyed the ride. Louis spoke animatedly about the hunting expedition he had gone on with Clementine who added in some details here and there, bringing down the exaggerations in the story.

“Then I saw a rabbit as big as AJ!” Louis exclaimed as AJ stared at him in awe.

“It wasn’t that big, but it was fat,” Clementine smiled as Louis took her hand and smiled at her.

“And where is this fat rabbit?” Aasim asked as he looked over at Louis.

“I had a heart and decided to let it roam free,” Louis smiled heroically and looked around at the table, wanting them to praise him for his heroic deed.

“You missed the shot, didn’t you?” Violet smirked over at her best friend.

“Maybe,” Louis’ eyes focused back on his stew and soon the conversation shifted to another topic. As the conversations continued to change so did the sky. Its warm orange hues shifted into the cool dark blue of evening as the stars began to emerge from their hiding places in the sky. Everyone was finished with their meal and Prisha was about to ask Louis if he wanted to work on writing down some more show tunes that she’d remembered when suddenly Louis stood up, causing everyone to glance over at him.

“I think it’s about time!” Louis declared with a smile. Willy and AJ looked at each other with huge grins on their faces and got up to gather the mason jars.

“Okay.” Aasim stood up and slowly started to collect dishes. “Ruby and I can get the dishes done while the rest of you set up.” Ruby soon followed suit as she picked up the bowls around the table. Aasim and Ruby worked together quickly and began to steal small kisses here and there while they worked.

“Wait. What’s going on?” Prisha asked as she walked away from the picnic tables. Her eyes looked towards her girlfriend but for some reason Violet wasn’t meeting her gaze.

“It’s a surprise, but a really good one,” Violet took Prisha’s hand and smiled gently.

“Vi is right. You’ll see soon enough.” Louis gave a playful wink then spun around, his tailcoats fluttering as he ran to help Willy and AJ. The three of them returned shortly, their arms full of mason jars. They placed them down on the picnic table that Ruby and Aasim had cleared. A few minutes later everyone gathered around the table and started to grab a jar for themselves. Prisha stood, still confused by what was happening. When suddenly she felt something tap against her arm.

“Here you go.” Violet offered her girlfriend a mason jar.

“What is it for?” Prisha held up the mason jar and studied it out of curiosity. There was nothing special about it.

“Patience is a virtue, Prisha.” Louis smiled over at his friend before he looked over at Clementine who seemed overjoyed at whatever was about to happen.

“It will be clear in a minute, I promise.” Violet reassured Prisha before motioning for her to sit down by the flagpole. Prisha decided to trust Violet and followed her and the others who were already sitting there. Everyone was silent as they glanced around this way and that. A few minutes passed. All of a sudden lights started to brighten the courtyard as fireflies filled the area. Their small, bright lights made the courtyard radiate a glow that felt nostalgic even though Prisha had never witnessed fireflies in person before. Her eyes widened in awe as she saw the courtyard aglow, sparkling with childlike joy at the wonders of these small creatures. Prisha looked around for a few more moments before turning to Violet who had a soft smile on her lips.

Violet gently intertwined her fingers with Prisha’s. “Sorry I didn’t tell you. We all wanted it to be a surprise.” Violet rubbed the back of her neck while looking at Prisha.

“Surprise!” AJ and Willy simultaneously yelled before running forward to start trying to catch the fireflies. AJ studied the fireflies carefully before trying to snag a few while Willy wildly spun round in circles and laughed with joy. Garbage hissed at the fireflies, trying to intimidate them, but soon found them to be pleasant and so she chilled on Rosie’s back once more. The pitbull lay beside the flagpole and enjoyed the simple beauty of the courtyard.

Willy skidded to halt for a moment and dashed over to Prisha. “Prisha! Prisha! You gotta join us!” He grabbed her arms and pulled her up.

“Alright, alright,” Prisha laughed as Willy continued to excitedly drag her forward. She shared a smile with her girlfriend before she became lost in the competitiveness of firefly catching. Clementine got up and soon was by AJ’s side. The two of them strategized the best ways to catch the fireflies while Prisha and Willy ran around the courtyard, laughing and throwing competitive words back and forth.

After a few minutes Prisha took a break and noticed that the others were having fun as well. Ruby and Aasim were sitting with Omar who took the patient approach and let the fireflies come to him, the bugs curiously investigating the mason jar themselves. Prisha’s eyes wandered over to Louis and Violet who were starting to get competitive as well though their efforts also seemed collaborative as Louis was giving Violet a piggyback ride in order to catch even more fireflies.

“It’s a tradition here at Ericson.” Clementine walked over and stood beside Prisha. “Every year during the summer, fireflies fill up this entire courtyard. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” Clementine smiled up at her friend.

“Yes, it does. I’ve heard of fireflies but never saw them personally. It really is something special,” Prisha’s heart grew warm as she took in the beauty of the courtyard.

“The courtyard looks so divine. Aasim and I always spend evenings like this enjoying the view.” Ruby glanced over from her spot at her friend.

“And see who can catch the most lightning bugs!” Louis called out as he stood by Violet. “You ready to get your butt kicked, Vi?” he asked with a competitive smirk.

Violet rolled her eyes. “Even with my shitty sight I'm still going to beat you.”

“I don’t know, I beat you last summer in the lightning bug catching contest. I’m a master at it!” Louis pulled on the sides of his coat with a grin.

“That year didn’t count,” Violet moved past Louis before he could comment on that and began to try and catch fireflies. It became clear that Louis would win this round too as Violet tried her best to catch the fireflies but with her limited sight often failed. The soft, happy smile on her face never left though and she laughed alongside Louis as the pair continued to catch fireflies.

“Care to have a competition with me?” Clementine smiled over at Prisha.

Prisha looked at her friend with a warm smile. “I’d love to but be warned, I predict I have a hidden talent at this,”

Clementine’s eyes flickered with excitement at that declaration. “We’ll see about that.”

Soon the two of them were busy using different strategies to try to catch the most fireflies while AJ and Willy had dragged Ruby, Aasim and Omar into running around the courtyard to catch the glowing critters as well.

After a while everyone was calming down from their wild chasing of fireflies. Prisha wandered over to Violet and effortlessly took her hand. Violet glanced up and the smile returned to her face. The two stood in front of each other as the fireflies danced around them. A look of wonder covered their faces as they watched the small orbs of light illuminate the area around them. Prisha gazed at the courtyard filled with fireflies for a moment longer then at the smiles of her friends. Her heart felt a new sense of peaceful joy in that moment as the fireflies continued to dance around her. This truly was a magical sight.

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