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Luz, collector of siblings
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Hiii! I love your hcs! Can I request a scenario of going on a date to an arcade with Mizu? (and possibly winning her a Snoopy plushie??)
fluff modern!mizu x reader at an arcade date (request)
tags: fluff, arcade date, modern!mizu, reader & mizu are already dating, date nights, snoopy reference, sweet kisses, author loves love, author wishes that was her with mizu,
a/n: thank YOU for reading my hcs! that one mizu & snoopy post is so adorable i just want my girl to be happy :,) also i’m starting school AGAIN i can never catch a break w this damned quarter system
modern!mizu & u are already dating in this scenario
but every other week would be a date night
it didn’t matter if it was a simple or extravagant date
it was always a designated time to catch up, spend quality time together, and experience new things
even with the busyness of college and classes and homework, it was still a night to look forward to
this upcoming friday was a night at the arcade
u had been there with friends before but it had been a couple months since ur last visit
it wss also mizu’s first time going to the arcade w u as a date
u had already talked ab the games u wanted to try together such as the mario kart, a few shooting games, airhockey
modern!mizu would def let her competitive side come out with some games
she already gets competitive with taigen when it comes to sports
she totally doesnt rock his shit in basketball
if she’s against you, she’ll go easy on you
doesn’t mean she won’t back down from a fight
You and Mizu were hand in hand, checking out the games available at the arcade. Going down one of the aisles, you found yourselves at the some of the newer arcade games. Skimming at some of them, you hear a familiar sound.
Hadoken!
It was soon followed with a grunt and fighting groans. You turn back to find a Super Street Fighter game, patiently waiting to be played. Your eyes widen as they found the perfect challenge.
You playfully tugged at Mizu’s hand, pointing at the retro machine.
“I bet I can beat you at the Street Fighter.” you said, lightly jabbing at her competitive spirit. You knew she would put her all in it. However, you wondered of its limit.
Mizu glanced at you, and then looked back to spot the machine. Her eyes ignited, seeing the challenge put right in front of her by her
“You in?” you say, defying her in a playful tone.
“You bet.”
so um
turns out that was the WORSE POSSIBLE GAME YOU COULD CHALLENGE MIZU TO
u played a little bit with friends and family but mizu was on another level
how exactly did mizu beat ur ass for 5 rounds straight???
old man eiji.
he was a retro arcade go-er during his prime
even had the game console to continue his practice at home
if he wasn’t welding or fixing up someone’s bike, he was definitely spending his time grinding on the game
so modern!mizu end up playing games with him bc he got sick and tired of the computer bots
Player 2 Wins blinks again on the screen while her character, Ryu, celebrates another round of victory. You slowly turn to face Mizu to find a grin forming on her face.
“Wanna go again, baby?”, she taunts, hugging your hips closer to her.
You blankly stare into her eyes, your orbs empty from defeat. Mizu already knew your answer.
“Let’s find one we can both do.”, she said as she gave you a quick peck on the cheek. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder, beginning your hunt for the next game to win together.
modern!mizu would def try to win u a prize
actually no not one
all of them. yes she will try.
do not let her in a round1
iykyk
that is plushie heaven and credit/debit hell
her poor card will be spent trying to win u a prize
she wouldn’t outright announce her achievements
but she would attempt to sneak away from u, hoping to get lucky and win a plushie or two
u loved and appreciated the sweet thought
but
there was no room on the bed, the bookshelves, the desk, the couch
mizu even brought a couple plushies back home but her old man started to complain about mizu and u coming by just to drop off plushies and not see him
(he likes the plushies but bro is alone with his craft and misses his girl sometimes)
if u eyed any specific prize, modern!mizu would stop for nothing to earn it for u
at the arcade, u eyed a snoopy plushie, stuck in a claw game (for a little too long) and pouted at how cute it was
like cmon it was rlly cute
he had a puffer and a lil hat
mizu immediately saw ur reaction and locked in
Mizu’s arm slides off your shoulder. You look back, hoping to find the missing arm. No arm, no Mizu.
Instead, you find her striding over to the claw machine you just stared at with a goal in mind. Snoopy was coming with you, one way or another. The thought of Snoopy being in your arms was nice, but there was no way she was going to get it.
First off, your bedroom was already filled with plushies. Peace and love to all of them. They were practically your babies. However, every flat surface or shelf had a plushie. Every. Single. Surface.
The bed was crowded as well. No way there would be space for another plushie. There was also no way that she would go back home to drop off more plushies. Eiji was at his limit with the amount she dropped off during the last time.
Secondly, she had already spent so much money trying to get twinning plushies for the both of you. Her poor credit card was taking hit after hit after hit. Mizu drastically failed after every attempt and you had to basically pull her away from the machine after her 11th time.
Third of all, the both of you were getting ready to leave the arcade for dinner. After getting demolished by Mizu 5 rounds in a row at Super Street Fighter, you didn't have much energy in you to play more games.
But once Mizu gets set on something, it's hard to pull her away from it. It was already difficult separating her from her failed claw games earlier. You just decided to accept the outcomes of this claw machine this time around.
On the other hand, Mizu was in the zone. She studied the position of the plushie, focusing on how far back Snoopy sat. She slid the arcade card, starting her future attempts to retrieve the plushie. She bit the inside of her cheek as her hand carefully held the joystick. The machine jingled, starting its countdown.
0:30
Mizu took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
Focus Mizu.
0:29
You can get this for Y/N.
0:28
Mizu opens her eyes, pushing the joystick to the right in hopes of aligning the claw with Snoopy. She then pushes the joystick forward, nudging it as it gains proximity to the dog plushie.
0:23
The claw seemed right above Snoopy. Although it made you satisfied, Mizu couldn't agree. Something felt off.
0:21
She nudged the joystick to the left once.
0:20
Still unsatisfied, she pushed the claw back. Her eyes squinted, hoping to gain a clearer view of the claw and its alignment.
0:18
She continues to stare at the placement, studying it. Almost watching it like prey.
You watch from behind as you hear the faint sounds of laughing and other arcade games being played go off. In front of you is complete silence and concentration.
0:10
Mizu nudges the joystick forward.
0:09
She gets closer to the game. At this point, her face is practically smudging her view.
0:07
She nudges the joystick to the right once again. She sees the claw fully aligned with the plushie.
0:06
Should I press the button?
0:05
Mizu's eyes glance up and down, hoping to draw the line between the claw and your future prize.
0:04
You watch as her right hand is sitting on top of the collect button. Her fingers are so close to pushing it, practically edging the top of the button. They're ready to take the chance yet her hands refuse to commit.
0:02
"Drop it, Mizu."
0:01
She nudges the joystick one more time, bringing it slightly forward.
0:00
You come up next to her, watching the claw machine slowly descend down to the gigantic pile of plushies, a mix of Snoopy merchandise. Yet only one got your heart.
The claw extends, closing in on the plushie you stared at earlier. Its thin, metal arms wrap around Snoopy's head. It tightened its grip, securing Snoopy in the arm.
You watch the plushie slowly ascend. The both of you carefully watch the claw bring the prize. As the claw continued its journey to the drop-off corner, it slightly swung back and forth. You grab Mizu's right hand, holding it in anticipation and fear. She squeezes it once.
You look up to meet her gaze only to find a reassuring smile. You mirror her, giving her one back. You hear a small thud below. Mizu bends down to find your beloved Snoopy, handing him to you.
Your eyes widen. Snoopy was much cuter up close, especially with his little hat and baby blue puffer jacket. Looking up, you spot a proud Mizu. You simply get closer to her and give her a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Thank you, baby."
"Of course," she answers. "Anything for you, my dear."
She backs away and extends her hand out: an invitation to lunch.
You smile, accepting the invitation. With intertwined hands, you leave the arcade with another plushie in hand.
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Can you do more relationship fluff HCs with blackwatch and fem s/o? I love your other blackwatch work! Thanks!!
Blackwatch Fluff HCs
Genji
Genji loves to go out, but in his Blackwatch era the days of arcade games and goofing off are at an all-time low
However, he loves to hike.
He feels in his time of getting used to a cybernetic body, he has lost touch with himself.
Being out in nature helps him find peace whereas being in Moira's lab cannot
He doesn't really camp and spend the night too often though with you he'll pack a couple hammocks and find a nice campground
He'll pull you in with him a set you in his lap and pull out a book all while having his arms around you
Occasionally if you're cuddled against his chest, he'll pull you up to kiss you, and he'll have his body cybernetics heat up to keep you warm if the day grows cold
Genji doesn't necessarily eat, but Angela made it so he's able to enjoy small amounts of food
This means S'mores!
He enjoys them, but he likes feeding you them and laughing at the chocolate and marshmallow mess on your face
you did the same to him and it was one of the first times you've heard him laugh whole heartedly and man was that a majestic feeling
On the side, another hobby he's picked up is wood carving
Genji loves to make little statues for you, whether it's of dragons or foxes and if you're lucky he'll make a little inscription
Cassidy
Doesn't really have technology, but he does own a Wii?
Wii sports date night with the cowboy who's weirdly good at Wii bowling
Cassidy jokingly calls himself a gamer, but even a junker with -1 braincell could see he's not
The moment you buy Mario kart Wii and beat him over and over he's on his KNEES begging to play something else
REFUSES TO PLAY RED DEAD REDEMPTION NO MATTER HOW GOOD THE GRAPHICS ARE
Like I said in other post, while He can't barbeque his specialty lies in making comfort foods like corn bread, BBQ beans, mashed potatoes, and a basic pan seared steak.
On days your sick he'll whip up a hot tomato bisque with some bread on the side
Cassidy would love if you'd join him in the kitchen, meal preparation is always a pain in the ass
Going out, another thing he likes to do is go to carnivals, though he hates rollercoasters of any kind
He just likes showing you all the cheats to the unwinnable games
Not because he's scared, he just gets sick on them very easy
ok fine he's scared, I tried to cover for him but no he's a scaredy cat
If the day is free and slow, he's totally ok with chilling at home and holding you on the couch
Beware his beard tickles you during most kisses
Likes to wrap his poncho around you and put his cowboy hat on you
Definitely can't resist to kiss you when he sees you in his clothes
matching western outfits YES!
Moira
Such a weeb, and you'll know it after many nights in her lab
Watches anime while doing trivial experiments or documenting her results and she'll have you right there with her
When she goes home, she takes you with her and in all honesty she way too tired to cook so expect some take-out and a bottle of wine
Dinner is usually pretty animated; home is a place where she feels open to talk to you about her frustrations and excitements and she knows you'll listen and take to heart what she says
Make-out sessions with wine-stained lips, moira's pretty saucy milf don't sass me anon
Her corrupted hand pains her though she doesn't show it in front of others
Having you near her helps distract her form the pain ahd you and turn just puts some heat packs in the microwave and hold them against her arm
Occasional affection, but not much and that mostly stems from her fear of hurting you
Won't hesitate to kiss you though
absolutely no PDA
Long chess matches, she likes to play wits against wits
insert another wine-stained make out session here after you lose a match
her haughtiness after a winning makes her this way
She loves to style hair; it helps her unwind and she's rather good at it
same goes for nails, honestly, I can't paint nails for shit, but know that moira can and she will do yours in a heartbeat
SPA DATES
I have this image of moira with a cucumber mask and i can't get it out of my head god damnit
Gabriel
Big man. big arms. big cuddles
Sparring matches at HQ! Helps burn off energy and Afterwords he likes to head home with you
karaoke night, he probably finds some songs to sing in Spanish to woo you
Definitely a dancer, and won't take no for answer if he drags you out onto the floor
His thighs save lives
pulls you into his arms and sways to the beat
Twirls then dips you (the crowd gasps)
type of guy to have a rose in his mouth tbh
On the drive back he' gets drive thru and you two are laughing your asses of on the standup comedy radio
Gabriel occasionally takes you to this seaside cliff where he goes to contemplate and reflect on his decisions.
It's late at night and with the bags of fast food in his hand and a flashlight in the other he takes you to the top.
Once Gabe finds the spot, he finds the remnants of an old campfire and starts a fire and a couple worn plastic chairs are already set around the fire
You two are chowing down on fast food burgers and fries, and he reaches over with one arms and pulls you to his side
After finishing he puts out the fire and the stars become clearer than ever and looking over the cliff, the waves glow blue with bioluminescence
Gabriel smiles warmly at you and wraps an arm around your waist and brings his lips to yours
His kisses warm you up as the ocean breeze blows past the two of you
A/N: Not as much as the last one, but I pulled what I could from my brain to write more for the Blackwatch crew
Have a request? Put it in the Request box and don't forget to check the rules!
#gabriel reyes#overwatch#overwatch x reader#overwatch2#overwatch imagine#jack morrison#moira o'deorain#moira x reader#reaper x reader#genji x reader#cole cassidy#cassidy#genji shimada#jesse mccree
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── dating enhypen
a/n: my first post for the group, more under the cut :) basically how I think dating enhypen would be, enjoy this while I go fight the allergies that seem to spring up during this time for me.
warnings || none
heeseung
i think it would include lots of hoodie stealing (the author is a hoodie heeseung stan), anything that reminds (y/n) of him while he's not with them. despite his teasing pouts and comments about just buying the same one, he really does like how they look whenever they wear it. sometimes he'll even leave one in their closet whenever he comes over, and snap a few photos of them whenever they do wear his clothes for his wallpaper. video games! this might be self-indulgent but I can totally see the two of them competing and bonding over them. mario kart? street fighter? arcade dates are always fun, especially when they beat him in the piano tiles game. he says he always let (y/n) win, so (y/n) kisses him till he's no longer frowning. "what a sore loser" "i'm your sore loser" he quickly replied with a wink, laughing when (y/n) pushed him away out of embarrassment.
jay
remembers the little things; like their fast food order, their favourite characters and their favourite movies. he remembers the one time the two went window shopping, how (y/n) stared at a shirt a little longer than normal so he appeared one day at their door with the sweater in a gift bag and the sweetest smile on his features. he also remembers the places (y/n) liked to visit. like whenever they felt stressed, they ended up at the cafe in town. this one in particular had bookshelves lined with varies reading materials. jay knew that finals were coming up and (y/n) wasn't answering their phone, so he decided to poke his head in the cafe. once finding (y/n) in one of their reading nooks with their 3rd iced drink nearby, he took a seat next to them without a word. he leaned their head on his shoulder, resting his hand on their thigh and just peacefully enjoying the cafe music playlist. he knew words weren't needed, but when he felt them snuggle closer, he felt a small smile tug onto his lips.
jake
loves physical touch way too much. he always has a hand on (y/n), especially when they're outside, enjoys resting his hand on their waist and makes up excuses like 'oh I don't wanna lose you in the crowd' not that (y/n)'s minds. he has his clingy moments, especially when they haven't seen one another in a while. he enjoys last minutes dates, impromptu picnic in his backyard at 11pm at night? how about last minute tickets to a sports game that starts in 2 hours. the dates always end with a smile on the two of their faces, reflected in the polaroid photos decorating (y/n)'s bedroom. childish and loves to tease and pulls silly pranks, which usually ends with affection or food to make amends. also likes opening the door for them or pushing back their hair behind their ear, leaving a kiss on their foreheads as he pulls away with a shy smile.
sunghoon
dates at home were always the best, especially when they ended with cuddles or just being in each others arms. his favourite moments including when he rested his chin on their shoulder, peek over to see the page they were reading in their favourite book before busying himself with peppering their neck with soft kisses. "sunghoon you're being a bit distracting, I thought you said you wouldn't so I can read in peace" (y/n) commented while flipping to the next page. sunghoon pouted, his grip on their waist tightening. "couldn't help it, especially when the characters are making out and you're not doing that with me" he complained, (y/n) rolling their eyes before putting the book down and turning to give the pouty sunghoon the attention he wanted.
sunoo
playing rock paper scissors to see if it was a movie or kdrama night and who would be calling the take out place. the nice lady at the restaurant always enjoyed the bickering she heard on the phone between the two of you choosing which sauce to get with your food. sleeping in on your days off, just enjoying each others presence as the city around you get ready for the day. sometimes he likes listening as you mumble stories and questions he wouldn't know the answer to, enjoying the wonder and excitement in your eyes whenever you talk about things you're passionate about. "are you even listening to me sunoo?" "yes I totally believe that waffles are better than pancakes" was that what you were talking about for the last ten minutes? probably not, but waffles were pretty good.
jungwon
lots of cliché movie dates, your favourites are carnival ones. the sweet cotton candy, cute headbands he begrudgingly wears and losing your voices by screaming on the thrilling rides. pulling him towards the haunted houses and house of mirrors, you always end up clutching his hand a bit more than normal. he always smiles at this, kissing your cheeks after each one as a reward for not running off ahead of him. the night always end with cotton candy in your other hand, phone filled with photos and memories of the day. also the type to tease (y/n) by pinning them to the wall and caging them with his arms by their head like those movies, leaning in close before walking away like nothing happened. truly a menace.
niki
arcades, laser tag, batting cages, anything really that has the two of them outside and with one another. minus the 1v1s during laser tag and the arcade games that niki insists are essential and determine who's the best out of the pair, niki always has the biggest grin whenever he beats (y/n) which ends up with him tackling them and tickling them. (cue the arcade worker glancing over at them before shrugging and going back to the front.) totally winning (y/n) a plushie to see their huge smile, wearing a similar one on his own features as he enjoys their praises for winning. treating (y/n) to ice cream or sweets at the end of the night and just walking around the city with (y/n)'s arm looped around his. i think it would also include shy kisses and laughing after catching each others gazes. he was shy to hold (y/n)'s hand when the two started dating, though he's soften up to them a bit more now.
likes and reblogs are appreciated ♡
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Can you do a lee!Mr compress with a ler!toga and twice?
Good vibes only
Summary: toga and twice invite Compress to play super smash bros with them, but everyone in the LOV knows that you should and will be in a good mood around toga. One way or another it’s good vibes only around toga, plus twice also wants his friends to be happy (I adore twice he so sweet 🤭)
A/N: YOU GUYS IM FINALLY OUT OF SCHOOLLLLLLL until August 10🥲…. BUT I HAVE SOOOOOI MUCH FREE TIME ON MY HANDS UNTIL THEN SO YK WHAT THAT MEANSSSSSSS MORE FICS/HCS WILL GET PUBLISHEDDDDD
Also the bold bits in twices line are you know his “other half” speaking.
Lee: Compress
Ler: Toga and Twice
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Compress had uh…well… not so good day. Actually it maybe one of the shittiest days of his life. He’s had numerous unlucky bad days but none of the compare to today. It just started awful from when he burnt it breakfast and everything after that was just terrible. All he wanted to do now was just relax to take his mind off of all of the horrible stuff that occurred.
“Aww thats so rude I was just about to be 1st, I’m the winner” Twice whined. “That’s the same person who hit me with a squid” Toga agreed complaining aswell.
“Oh hey press what’s wrong? Did something happen? Let me beat them to a pulp”Twice greeted him questioning him as he cracked his knuckles. “Yeah press what’s wrong?” Toga turned around seeing how upset he looked.
“It was not a…good day is all” compress sighed trying not to think of it. “Do you wanna play Mario kart with us?” Toga asked as she picked up an extra controller handing it to him. “You’ll probably feel better, I’m getting 1st place again” Twice chimed in. “Y-yeah thanks you two” Compress half-heartily smiled grabbing the controller.
“I call dibs on princess peach” Toga smiled claiming her character. “I call dibs on Waluigi” Twice followed up also claiming his character. “Hmmmmmm I’ll take Kamek” He also claimed his character. “Which one should we play on?” Toga asked. “How about 150cc” compress suggested, plus that was his go to anyways. “Sure you guys are gonna lose anyways, I’ll kick both of your asses blindfolded” twice teased.
“Didn’t you lose last time according to my memory?” Toga smirked. “Um NO I was in 1st place and you know it!” twice folded his arms, looking away from her. Compress couldn’t help but chuckle at there antics.
Just as the race started, compress was in 1st with toga in 3rd and twice in 9th. “Woah press didn’t know you were good at Mario Kart”
“Well I have been playing with shiggy”compress half heartedly giggled. “What shiggy plays games other than animal crossing?!” Toga laughed. “Yeah I know I was surprised when we asked me to play Mario kart” Compress scoffed.
“I WAS SOOO close” twice whined. “ 2nd is the best aka me how’d you get in 8th place ” toga giggled. “You really are good press” toga smiled before she quickly stopped interrogating him “compress? is that a frown?”
“No nope it’s and upside down smile” he lied badly. But was toga or twice gonna point it out? Nope she has an plan in mind. “D-do you wanna play another round we can play 200cc this time” compress stuttered as he insisted another round not wanting toga nor twice to be upset.
“Hmm fine 1 more round” she squinted her eyes at him. When compress looked away sighing in relief he hadn’t payed attention to the code she’d given twice. (Yes they got this little code thing that only the two of them can understand😭😭).
Once again compress taking the lead in first place with Toga in 2nd and Twice in 3rd they were all neck and neck before he felt a jab to the side.
“Hn!!” Compress yelped, jerking away from the ticklish touch. He looked a twice to see him with both of his hands occupied by his controller. He just ignored it and glued his eyes back into the screen.
I got a banana pEEL” Compress squeaked, clenching his controller he looked over at toga who totally didn’t pinch his hip. Once again compress suspected nothing yet before looking right back at the screen.
This trend kept on happening. Were twice and toga take turns poking compress in the side, swiping a finger across his foot, or a light scratch on the back of his neck. All until “guhuys knock it ohoff this is chehEating” He giggled.
“What are you talking about and why are you so giggly” toga smirked full aware of the situation. “I wonder what’s so funny, He’s giggling his life away” Twice added on.
Both Twice and Toga looked at eachother as they clawed Compress sides. Compress immediately clamped his arms down to his side trying to escape the tickly grip “guhuhuys nohohot funnehehehe”. “Nobody’s laughing but you press— Duhhhh” Twice teased.
“Stohohohohop ihihihit”
“Stop what” toga asked.
“Tihihickling mhehehehe”Compress answered not realizing that he just fell into a trap by saying that. Twice then pins his arms above his head “You got it dude!! tickles coming your way”Twice teased as he used one hand to hold his wrists in place, while he raked his fingers down his armpits.
“Nononohoho thahahat’s not whahahat I meAAAHAHANT AHAHA” Press shrieked as he squirmed around trying to escape.
“Stop squirming Press im trying to make sure you have all of you’re ribs” Toga rolled her eyes. “Now I have to start over 1….2….3…” each rib she counted, she used her nail to lightly scratch between it.
“TOHOHOOHGAHAHAHA IT TICKLEHEHEHEHEES”
“I mean I hope it does after all you did ask for tickles” she reminded. “Press you made me lose track again hmmmm let’s see how many did I count” she acted clueless as she rapidly pinched his sides and hips.
“THAHAHAHTS SO BAHAHAHAD HAAHAHAHAHA” he thrashed around.
“Oh it is what about here?” Twice smirked, as he was near his feet. Compress hadn’t noticed that twice had use his quirk one was keeping him pin down while he was near his feet.
“Waitwaitwahahahait twice twice buddy cohome on let’s tahahalk about thihis” press lifted up his head as much as he could so he could look at twice and try to reason with him.
“Sorry man you broke toga’s rule” twice shrugged his shoulders. “Whahahat rule?” “Her ‘good vibes only’ rule— you’re obviously sad we’re not blind” he explained.
“Ihi’m nohot sad though” press giggled, becoming more and more giggly as he started to anticipate the tickles, since he could barely lift up his head.
“Too late dude—much love” Twice smiled as he scribbled up and down the soles of his feet.
“TWIHIHICE NAHAHAHAHA”
“Hey I’m here too y’know” she playfully pouted as she squeezed his thighs rapidly.
“NOHOHO TOGAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Will you stop being sad and tell us what’s wrong?” Toga asked.
“OHOHOHOHKAHAAHAY OHOHOKAHAHAY I WON’T BE SAD ANEHEHEHEHEMORE AAHHAHA IHIHLL TELL YOUAHAHAHAHA”
“You promise?” They both asked.
“YES YEHEHEHEES I PROMISE AHAHHAHAA”
“Good” Toga sighed in relief.
“Well what happened why’d you come in looking so gloomy?” Twice asked. “Ihi just had a shitty dahay from start to finishehe from when I burnt my breakfast, all the way to when I came back here, it just messed with my emotions and of course got to me. I was just ready to come back and relax but after that torture you two goofs out me through I feel a lot better” he smiled.
“We didn’t take it too far did we?” Twice asked also. “Of course not it’s was just playful banter” press giggled.
“I’m glad you told us, also we don’t ever want to cross and boundaries we just really care about you and don’t like seeing you so sad and gloomy” Toga spoke her mind and twice of course.
“If anything ever makes you sad again promise to tell us” Twice looked at him in his eyes. “Ihi promise” press couldn’t help but giggle. “You guys are so sappy” Dabi rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch.
“Looks like some one else need to be tickle tooooo” twice sang as he wiggled his fingers at Dabi. “I swear on Endeavor if you tickle me you’ll have a 6th degree burn” Dabi playfully threatened. “6th degree? That’s not even a thing!!” Toga looked at him lost.
“Exactly that’s how severe it is” Dabi smirked.
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AAAAAAAH I hope you all like it it wasn’t intended to get all mushy like that at the end but idk what came over me but yeah 😭😭
#kiara answers#anon request#lee!compress#Ler!toga#Ler!twice#mha tickling#mha tickle fic#mha tickle#mha tickles#kiara writes#tickle fic#tickle drabble#bnha tickling#bnha tickle drabble#bnha tickle#bnha tickles
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Jupiter and Venus
Hi this is totally something i wanted to do for fun, i hope you enjoy! This takes place when Joe was a sophomore at OSU; Joe x y/n
“y/n! your here! Finally, the party’s starting!” Your high school friend Marissa shouts as you enter the apartment. The overwhelming scent of beer and old spice attacking your sense of smell. Music blaring from every speaker in sight.
“Hi Maris!” You embrace her taking in the sight. It was a Friday night at Ohio State and Marissa was throwing a “small” party at her boyfriend’s apartment. You were told it would just be your friend group, but that guest list clearly went out the window.
Her boyfriend Jake hands you a drink you unsurprisingly can’t identify, but sip anyway.
Walking into the living room you see dozens of recognizable faces scattered about. Noticing your best friend Joe, you walk up to him.
“Hi guys!” You greet the group he is standing with and give him a hug.
You talk amongst the group noticing Joe’s oddly quiet demeanor, but considering maybe he’s just too sober. You zone out of the conversation you’re deep in to follow his line of view, stopping when you see the target.
Layla.
Joe and Layla were together for a couple of months and had really gotten to like eachother, but she called it quits last week with little reasoning. You found it completely odd but didn’t want to push him on the topic. You also couldn’t deny the fact that you weren’t necessarily disappointed that the relationship didn’t work out, given you’ve had your heart set on Joe since freshman year; but deciding that secret would be taken to the grave, given he was your closest friend.
You wanted to talk to him about it, but Marissa swooped you up before you got the chance.
“Cmonnnn we are doing shots y/n!” A clearly drunk Marissa exclaims. You leave the group to join your friend, downing 3 before joining the beer pong table.
It was a known fact that you crushed in beer pong, meaning every guy insisted on playing you to prove they could beat you, which never did actually occur.
You were having fun as time went on, careful not to drink too much because you had work tomorrow. Strolling through the party, pushing your way through the shit faced bodies, you notice you couldn’t spot Joe. Only Layla who was straddling some frat guy.
Soon you run into Sam, asking him where Joe is, he responds that he said he was going to get some air.
You assumed this meant to the rooftop which was known to be one of the best apartment rooftops in columbus. You whipped up a drink and headed towards the staircase.
The door swung open and you immediately spotted Joe sitting on a table top gazing upon the city. There were a few stragglers towards the back of the rooftop, but it was vacant otherwise.
“Hey you, brought you a little something,” you shrug with a smirk forcing the cup upon him. He showed you the best way to make a spiked hot chocolate freshmen year and you’ve never gone back.
Joe smiles, retrieving the cup from you and sipping it lightly. “almost as good as mine.” The wind blows across the rooftop making the already cold air sharp against your face. Joe notices your shivering and pats the bench top next to him. You scan his face as you take the seat; watching his eyes gaze upon the city line and the stars above it. Layla must have really gotten to him, cause he never isolates himself at party’s.
“Joe…” He turns his head and you notice his expression. Not the sad depressed look you were expecting, but more of a deep in thought face.
“I’m sorry about Layla, I know it must be hard seeing her with someone else, especially around all your friends.” He says nothing in response, just returning his eyes toward the city.
“But I really don’t think you should let her keep you from being yourself. I mean look at you, you’re usually the life of the party; I haven’t heard one mario kart joke from you all night,” you say keeping your eyes on him.
He cracks that half-way Joe smile that is recognized by those who know him best. That smile that pulled you into its grasp last year and hasn’t let you go since.
You watch as he stands, walking over to the railing along the rooftop, turning around to reach out his hand to you.
You accept as he pulls you next to him; close enough to make your heart flutter. The two of you stand along the railing adoring the view. As the wind picks up, your body lets out another visible shiver to which you laugh. The giggle comes to an end as Joe wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body, giving your head no where else to go but his chest.
You’re sure your breathing stops for a moment, sure you and Joe were close, but he’s never held you like this before. You keep your eyes glued ahead of you, not daring to look up at his baby blues.
No words are shared. No sounds escape. Just the two of you, embracing against the cold; something you couldn’t even find in your greatest dreams. You can feel your body becoming warm again.
Joe breaks the silence first, “Do you know why you can see Jupiter and Venus together on clear nights?” He asks pulling your finger to their direction in the sky.
You just shake your head, unable to form words at the moment.
“They follow a similar pattern around the planet, and when it’s the right time of year for their paths to cross, they look like they’re almost touching. So they follow each other year round, but don’t actually meet until the right moment” He finishes as he rests your hand back down, noticing your eyes glued to the planets in front of you.
“Gosh, so this is what it’s like when a space nerd gets his heart broken? He projects onto the planets?” You joke completely lost on what Joes mind was truly on.
He laughs in return but only pulls you closer to his chest, sending electricity through your entire body. He’s just keeping me warm. You have to repeat the sentence in your head to convince yourself this was a normal embrace between best friends.
“Joe please talk to me. What’s going on in your head, I hate not being able to read you.” You muster up the words as you turn your head up, inches away from his face.
“Can i be completely honest with you about something?” Joe asks
You nod in response. “Layla and I, you know we weren’t really what I made us out to be. I made it seem like we were really involved but honestly she was just a fling to distract my mind.”
“I thought you really liked her? You were always telling me about the dates you guys were going on.” You recall as those harsh memories arise of you having to put on a smile as Joe shared with you his experiences with Layla; pushing that “i wish it was me” talk far in the back of your mind whenever she was brought up.
“No. I mean, she’s a nice girl, but i’ve been really thinking about it lately and she was never the goal; she was just a way for me to take my mind off what i really wanted, or who.” As he finishes his sentence you feel his arm tighten around your waist only pushing you closer to him. You could swear your heart was screaming at him right now, almost wanting to hold your breath, careful not to give yourself away.
“Well…than I guess you can focus more on you’re goal than, but what was the point of getting with her if you weren’t really interested?” You press on
“The goal didn’t seem so attainable at the time, but now i realize that it’s my only option, and I can’t be with anyone else if she’s not her.” Joe shifts himself so he’s more facing you, gazing down toward you as your eyes meet his.
You couldn’t help but let out a smile and blush a little. This attention from Joe was so abnormal and making you feel every emotion possible. You wanted nothing more than to be his goal, be his venus.
Your eyes stayed locked for what felt like a lifetime, you stayed in his embrace feeling warm in his arms.
“How can I help you reach that goal?” You press on smiling in a way that no soul could hide. Your mind was spinning and words were forming on their own.
In an instant Joes lips are upon yours, he pulls you in, holding on like he’s scared to let go. Your hands reach for his face, cupping his checks as the kiss only intensifies. You feel his hands around your waist and smile against his lips. This was it, this was the love you believed you could never have; with the man you never thought saw you as anything but a friend.
You both pull away in heavy breaths, not daring to leave each others embrace. You both laugh, not able to take your eyes off one another.
“My god you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that for.” Joe shakes his head.
You smile in return leaning into him again, “Joe…I’m going to be completely honest, i’m so in love with you.”
You watch as his smile rises as he picks you up spinning you around as you laugh.
“I love you so much y/n, it’s always been you.” he whispers in your ear.
Setting you down on the ground, you both take a seat on the table top, lying down so your vision is filled with the night sky. You and Joe lie ear to ear and hand in hand. Smiling as you both crack jokes and whisper sweet nothings to each other. This is it, you think to yourself, this is Jupiter meeting Venus.
I hope this was kinda fun to read! Im just trying to get into writing fics so let me know if you have any requests!
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my south park tickle headcannons! (the main four!)
the time has finally come!!! these little guys have been clogging up my brain for months- so what better way to remedy that than by spilling all my thoughts out here!!! and- it’s perfect to pass the time while i write my first fic for y’all! thank you so much for waiting!! it really means the world that people like to hear my silly little thoughts!
also- please let me know if you have any requests- i’d love to take a crack at them!!
anywho; here are some of my headcannons! thank you so much again!! i hope you like them!
— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️
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Stan!-
super ticklish!
im a huge sucker for the “stan snorts when he laughs” hc
he’s super duper embarrassed by it- he thinks it’s weird
stan goes for defense when getting tickled! instead of trying to get away/tickle back- he tries to cover himself/his mouth
he never likes giving the satisfaction of actually laughing. does hiding it ever work? no! does he still do it? yes!
i think he got it from all the times shelly has been absolutely merciless to him
(she’s a lot stronger than him- so he thinks that if he doesn’t laugh and give her what she wants she’ll get bored and stop)
99% of the time it’s her tickling him- he’s smart enough to know that trying to get revenge on her is practically impossible
definitely the type to lie about being ticklish or at the very least- the extent of how ticklish he actually is
“are you ticklish?” “no” “really?” “…i mean, maybe a little?”
he also gets super blushy - his ears turn RED
worst spot are his armpits- and he goes through great lengths for no one to find out about it
kyle found out a cute little funny trick where if you get your thumb and twist it into stan’s armpit it drives him up the damn wall
like: he starts snorting practically nonstop- can’t even speak he’s laughing too hard
i think up to like the age of 7- his mom had a little game that if she caught him trying to take cookies from the cookie jar when she knew he had some already: she’d taze his side
(it worked like a charm, and she still does it from time to time)
when he’s about to get tickled he just says his ler’s name over and over again with different inflections
“wendy? wendy- no- wendy- wendy. wendy-no! weNDY-“
(whenever he does this to kyle he always goes “yeah, dude? that’s my name!” and it piSSES HIM OFF SO MUCH LMAOO)
teases (that aren’t about his snorts) don’t really embarrass him they just kinda annoy him a little
teases don’t really work on him all that much unLESS IF IT’S WENDY- TOTALLY DIFFERENT STORY THERE-
he actually really likes being tickled if it’s by his friends- he just hates admitting it
he likes having an excuse to laugh freely!!
and although i think i could go on for hours and hours about how he is as a lee- he’s more of a ler
hes canonically good at tickling! yay! (thank you matt and trey)
he tickles kyle for everything under the sun
bad mood? poke. beating me at mario kart? poke poke. won’t let me play with his blue hot wheels bugatti chiron? poke poke poke!
i think kyle is so ticklish that for a while he was too scared to even check if stan was too- so homie was in the clear for a while
he laughs with his lee- he finds their reactions very entertaining
he teases!! he’s mean!! smirks all the while!
“man, is it really that bad? sick…”
although, i think with wendy and kyle it’s more compliments than actual teasing
telepathic communication with kyle when it comes to teaming up on people! one look is all they need to know where to go
dream team with kenny- those two are absolute menaces to kyle
i don’t really think he’s mean on purpose- he just gets carried away because he’s having fun!
completely forgets how easy it is to get him back; it totally slips his mind until he’s face to face with revenge!
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Kyle!-
he is ticklish ticklish!!!
i totally agree that kyle is the most ticklish of the group- he so is!!!
HE HICCUPS WHEN HE LAUGHS TOO MUCH!!
and it lasts for a while after the fact too- like ten minutes later? he’s still hiccuping
unlike stan, instead of defending himself he goes balls to the walls. he pulls out all the stops!!
he kicks, he screams, he punches!
(stan has gotten a bloody nose because of this multiple times. kyle still feels bad about it!!)
he also has sUCH A POTTY MOUTH LMAOO
he curses up a storm when hes tickled- it’s so amusing for his ler(s)
(i totally think there was a time where kenny and stan set a five minute timer and they would add a minute every single time kyle cursed- five minutes were added within the first thirty seconds and the only reason why kyle eventually managed to stop cursing was because he was hiccuping so much he couldn’t even get a word out!) maybeillwritethisoutatsomepointidontknowww
he’s ticklish literally everywhere but his ears are the WORST
(his neck is pretty bad too- but ears? WOOOO)
he begs stan and kenny to keep his ticklishness a secret from cartman. he does NOT want his finding out!
he ends up finding out.
cartman loves to just randomly blow in kyle’s ear (it’s why he wears his hat 24/7) because he squeals and jumps like fifty feet in the air
kyle has really sensitive skin so if you tickle somewhere for a little while- it ends up turning red
(stan uses this as a timer sometimes! “oh- dude, your stomach is red. …guess it’s time to go for your ribs then!”)
just hearing the word “tickle” causes him to tense up- he gets so nervous
teases work SO WELL on him!
you don’t even have to be teasing him actually- if you talk to him AT ALL while tickling him it drives him up the wall
he tries to bargain his way out of getting tickled (it never works LMAOO)
“wait! wait waIT WAIT- we can talk about this, dude! dude, let’s just talk about it! let’s just taLK ABOUT IT-“
it doesn’t really matter how he’s being tickled; everything and i mean everything tickles to him- but i think light tickles are really his kryptonite
he’s the type to giggle hysterically before you even touch him (stan thinks it’s the funniest thing- so he takes his sweet ass time before even doing anything)
as a ler he is RUTHLESS
in his mind- he needs to tucker his lee out before they have the energy to try to get back at him
the years he’s had with ike really pay off and he has some SKILLED fingers!
he makes mental notes of where his lee(s) is the most ticklish- and he does not leave that spot until he figures out WHAT exactly works the best
loves ticking ike because it’s the one person he doesn’t have to worry about getting him back LMAOO
(even then ike still does from time to time)
if his lee makes ANY noise (snort, hiccup, squeak) they need to RUN because he will relish in that shit
“holy shit, dude!! what the hell was that? do it again!!”
him and stan are absolute horrifying when they work together- you got the brains and the brawn against you
hes super mean when getting stan back for his constant tickle attacks
and for kenny, he’s only a tiny bit nicer
he picks and chooses his battles when it comes to revenge…i just think he chooses violence 9 times out of 10 LMAOOO
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Kenny!-
too ticklish for his own good!!!
he has a super addicting laugh- it really doesn’t work well for him
not only that, but he has completely different laughs depending on where he’s being tickled
he MOVES when he laughs (not just when being tickled)
he seems like the type to fucking FLY forward when laughing at a joke LMAOO
he squirms and jerks like crazy!!
and he pounds his fists on the ground and/or pulls on his parka!! he needs something to do with his hands!! very entertaining!!
he doesn’t really fight back- he’s trained himself so he doesn’t accidentally hurt karen
his friends do this really mean thing where they pretend like they don’t understand him through his parka
“…what did you say? do you know what he said, kyle?” “yeah, dude! he said ‘please keep tickling me!’” “oh yeahhh! gotcha’! jussst checking…”
he also seems like the type to shake his head frantically and scream his ass before getting tickled!
runs for his LIFE, back against the wall- just shaking his head and his hands
“mm-mm! donmph!! donmt do itmph!! dONMT-NOOOOOOOO-!!!”
he’s also ticklish pretty much everywhere but his hips are SO BAD
he SCREAM laughs when you squeeze his hips and it’s so funny
his laugh is so contagious that sometimes his ler(s) have to stop for a second and just laugh along with him!
rougher tickles work on him better- since he’s wearing his parka! that shit is THICK!
squeezes are the death of him (literally) he can’t stand them
teases work pretty well on him! they get him all giggly
i think if you tickle him for too long he starts coughing- and that’s how you know when to stop!
gets into tickle fights with karen and kevin CONSTANTLY and most of the time- he gets WRECKED!
as a ler he’s surprisingly really sweet?
i think it’s because he’s died from being tickled too much before
and he knows that HE can come back to life. his friends and family? he doesn’t wanna risk it!
that doesn’t mean he’s not a total tickle monster!! he definitely is!! he’s just a bit more cautious about it
he keeps most of his tickles light
(unless it’s one of the others in the main four- he’s MEAN to them)
he’s the type to coo and tease- what he does to karen he does to everyone since up to this point it’s been pretty effective!
he LOVES giving people really quick cheer up tickles. just five minutes of innocent little flutters and the whole bad mood is gone!
he zips his fingers around random spots sometimes just making little “ooohs” and “aaahs”
”oooh! how aboumt heremph? oooooh! heremph? awwww!”
he’ll wiggle his two index fingers and only those two above his lee before striking with his whole hand!!
sometimes he pulls his parka tighter while teasing, just so they have to guess what he said- he thinks it’s funny!
raspberries are super fun for him since if he has the parka on, it’s ten times worse!
LOVES doing the “sike out” on his lees it’s super fun
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Cartman!-
not super ticklish- but ticklish!
he has a really “ugly” laugh LMAOO
like it’s almost kinda jarring
he somehow sounds like a mixture of a pig and a gremlin LMAOO
the other three don’t really tickle him all that much actually!
(probably because they’re all just a teeeeeny bit scared of him)
but also because they hate his laugh-
(kyle covers his ears half the time LMAOO im really cracking myself up here)
but in all seriousness, they are genuinely afraid to tickle him; he’s super mean
his mom on the other hand? she does it all the time
i love love LOVE the hc where cartman has ticklish cheeks- im a sucker for it i love it!
his cheeks and sides are his worst spot(s)
(his mom uses this to her advantage whenever she can!)
he’s SO overdramatic- it makes tickling him such an ordeal
he will flop to the floor after a single poke- and then he’s back up again; ready to wreck your shit
he curses like kyle- but noT IN THE SAME WAY AT ALL
kyle just goes “shit! fuck! you’re an asshole!” you know, normal stuff- carTMAN ON THE OTHER HAND??
he makes up the most obscure insults you have ever heard.
(boobie fucker is the first one that came to mind LMAOAOAOO)
teases work super well on him- it gets him all agitated
(especially if it’s his mom it drives him UP THE WALL.)
he definitely isn’t afraid to rip his lee’s hands off of him- he is not afraid to hurt anyone
when he’s about to get tickled- he doesn’t bargain or beg he threatens
and honestly? (you should probably listen-)
HE’S HORRIFYING AS A LER OH GOD
hes actually not that good at tickling- he sucks at it
but that doesn’t matter!!! he still makes life a living hell!!
he searches for your worst spot; and god forbid he finds it
because he EXPLOITS THAT SHIT!!
he won’t stop until you are in tears- and he makes no exceptions!
(remember how i said kenny died from being tickled before? [f]artman is the one to blame!!)
it’s not even warranted half the time- he’s just a bully
and he doesn’t even “tease” he just insults.
he makes fun of your laugh, what you’re doing, where you’re ticklish
the other three have gone through this at least once- and they try their hardest to never have to go through it again
#south park tickles#strawberry hcs#lee!stan#ler!stan#lee!kyle#ler!kyle#lee!kenny#ler!kenny#lee!cartman#ler!cartman#iM SO SORRY THAT IT’S LONG I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS#this isn’t even all of it oh god#writing this was so fun#especially cartman i was cracking up#anywho- thank you so much for the patience!!#i hope you guys like it!!!
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light on
The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.
if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on
XVII XVIII - cage the songbird XIX
“Okay, so she totally ran out on you?” Luke asked, not taking his eyes off the flat screen.
“She left, yes.” his older brother replied.
“You must be a really bad kisser, bro.”
“Shut up.” Jack grumbled, throwing him a pillow.
Luke chuckled loudly in response, continuing to press down the controller’s various buttons, trying hard to beat the usual winner.
“You’re a weird dude.”
“Hmm?”
“You seem to be really calm about this whole ordeal. I’d freak if I were you.” the younger sibling shrugged.
“Really?” Jack smirked, raising an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”
“You do the whole big gesture thing, under the moonlight, dancing to a ginger dude’s song and she still decided to sprint like Bolt.”
“Jesus, Moose.” the Devils' player chuckled. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“No, I’m not.” Luke screeched, feigning hurt. “I just don’t get it.”
“I completely blindsided her with it, I’m not in a position where I can sit here and complain because Y/N didn’t tell me she liked me back. Maybe she doesn’t and I totally misread the signs. Either way, I’m not going to ruin everything between us even more by filling her phone with texts and calls.
“Well, yeah, that would take a ton of cool points from you. God knows your level of coolness is already below zero.” his brother teased. “Aw, damn it!” he moaned, realizing Jack had won the game. “Not fair, I want a rematch!”
“Sorry, Lukey. No rematches. You know you shouldn’t mess with the Mario Kart all-time champion.”
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Y/N smiled as River's name popped up on her phone. She hadn’t heard from her brother since he had texted her to let her know they had arrived in Italy, safe and sound. Swiping her thumb over the screen, the doctor took her phone to her ear, holding it steady with her shoulder so she could continue doing Joey's hair.
“Hey, you!” she chirped, carefully brushing through her daughter’s soft locks. “How’s Italy?”
“Sunny, warm and dreamy. How’s New York?”
“Eh, you’re not missing much.” Y/N shrugged, earning a stifled giggle from River. “What’s up?”
Her brother took a deep breath, waiting a few seconds before replying.
“I need you to do me a huge favor.”
“Wait a sec.” the mother muttered, placing her phone on her wooden vanity. “Jo, sweetie, you’re ready to go. Why don’t you go pick out the pj’s you want to take to your dad’s?” she suggested, storing the pink brush back in the drawer where it belonged.
“Okay!” her mini-me chirped, nearly jumping up from the stool she had been sitting on while her zealous mother took care of her hair.
“Hurry before nana gets here, honey.” Y/N warned, picking up her phone again. “Sorry, have to get the kid ready. He insists on having her, again.
“Mmm…” River cringed, forcing himself not to make comments about the man Y/N had been in a relationship with for seven years. “How nice.”
“Yeah… Anyway… What can I do for you, lovebird?” the doctor chirped, quickly changing the subject.
“The wedding photographer e-mailed me about needing my approval for the final wedding album before finishing it up and making a couple of copies. I’ve seen the digital model, but there’s nothing like having the real deal in your hands, right?” River trailed off.
“And…”
“Well, David's parents are out of town and mom has Joey and you’re pretty much the only person I trust to get it done perfectly. You’re organized and we have similar visions so… I thought you could swing by the photographer’s house slash studio after work, check out what he’s got and let me know so I can give it the thumbs up… Or not. You know, maid of honor duty.”
“Oh, wow. You really want to put me in charge of that?” the doctor asked in disbelief.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my sidekick, after all.”
“If anything, we’re a duo.” Y/N retorted, jokingly.
“Fine.” the older sibling conceded. “As half of the most magnificent duo to ever exist, you should definitely help your other half with this very important mission.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll go through it between grading tests. Text me the address. Oh, and get off the phone! Enjoy your honeymoon!” she demanded.
“You’re a life-saver, and I do love you so.”
“Yeah, I kind of like you too!” the coach's daughter joked. “Have fun! Bye!”
Y/N hung up, just in time to hear a knock on her bedroom door. Her mother peeked through the open crack, her blue eyes meeting hers while a sweet smile formed on her lips.
“How did you come in?” she inquired, giving the older woman a peck on her cheek. “Josephine, how many times have I told you not to open the door to anyone?”
“It’s nana, mommy.” her offspring replied coyly, hiding behind her grandmother’s legs.
“I can see that.” Y/N chuckled. “But you should’ve called for me anyway. You know what they say…”
“Better safe than sorry.” her mom and Joey belted out in unison, mischief evident on their faces.
“Exactly. Go get your things, baby.”
Joey hurried away, leaving mother and daughter alone, only to come back in a split second, nearly dragging her grandmother out of the house. She knew full-well that before dropping her off and leaving her in her father’s care, Y/M/N Y/M/L/N would buy her an extra scoop of chocolate ice cream.
Hugging her mother tightly goodbye, the little girl left, secretly worrying that if she’d stay a minute longer she wouldn’t be able to leave. Not that she didn’t like being with her dad, but nearly since she was born it had been Y/N and Joey against the world, so it wasn’t exactly easy to leave her behind, even for a week.
The doctor watched as they drove away, mentally preparing herself for the oddly quiet week ahead of her. No Joey, nearly no noise. Her heart clenched in her chest, but as much as the two of them were essentially one, the five-year-old still loved and missed her dad. Y/N never wanted to keep her child from seeing her father, even if it meant that she was going to feel like a part of her was missing for seven days straight.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she adjusted the white cami top she was wearing, noticing her outfit was missing a key element: earrings. Going out without earrings on was practically the same as going out naked.
Stroking Finn's fur one more time after putting food in his bowl, Y/N left.
She drove in silence, looking out the window from time to time to gaze at the view. It was a beautiful, sunny late afternoon in New York, her favorite kind, and she resisted the urge to call the person she had been avoiding for over a week, even though she really wanted his company.
Jack and the kiss the pair had shared at River and David’s wedding wouldn’t leave her mind. The doctor could push it far back into her brain, but the nagging feeling of longing and endearment always came back. What the hell was happening? Had she let it go too far to back out?
Cole seemed to think so. Somehow, her friend knew she wanted to take a step forward but was too afraid to admit so herself. The conversation they had had at her house proved exactly that. Y/N had to talk to him, sooner or later. She just had to find the courage to do so. To achieve a middle term, to allow herself to be free and feel whatever she felt without guilt washing over her.
Pulling up to a quaint house nearly hidden by Jacaranda mimosifolia and its hundreds of tiny purple flowers, she laughed to herself. Only River could find a photographer that happens to live in the most peculiar, yet aesthetically pleasing little house in the city.
As if he had guessed, Ferdinand, the famed photographer, opened the door, greeting her with a cordial handshake.
“Did you have trouble finding my humble abode?” he asked, stepping aside to let her in.
“Not at all, River is pretty good at giving directions. I mean, I don’t think he's bad a anything, so you’d figure he's like Google Earth or something.” Y/N chuckled, taking in the way the light came into the house, illuminating the large living room, decorated with dozens of old cameras and framed photographs, all in black and white.
“That he is.” Ferdinand agreed, carefully placing the large album in a wooden boox, lined with black velvet. “The pictures are all numbered, as well as the pages. Any changes, just write them down. Oh, and the grooms asked me to print out a few extras for you. They're in the envelope inside.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, River and David picked them out themselves.”
“Oh god, I love them.” the doctor gushed, her eyes setting on the framed photographs on Ferdinand's walls once again. “Do you mind if I ask you a weird question?”
“Fire away.” the photographer shrugged, handing her the slightly heavy box.
“Why do you have all of these photos in black and white? Is it for the aesthetic, or…” she inquired, pointing at the wall.
“Ah.” he smiled. “I think that color distracts you from what’s happening in the picture. Sometimes you are so fascinated by the bright colors that you neglect the moment that was captured. The smile of a woman, for example. It doesn’t matter if she’s wearing lipstick, or if she’s got yellow teeth. What I care about it her smile. The way it pulls at the corners of her mouth, the shape of a dimple forming on her right cheek as the lips are parted to show a glimpse of her teeth, stained or not. Black and white allows you to focus on what’s really important.”
Y/n nodded, not knowing what to say in response to such a beautiful way of expression.
The coach's daughter thanked Ferdinand for his time and promised to come back with the final version of the album figured out as soon as possible, only to store the box in her trunk and go about her day, paying her weekly visit to the farmers’ market and stocking up on fresh produce.
As she finally arrived home, she almost forgot about the wedding album that laid in the back of her car. Luckily, her shopping rested on top of it, so when she grabbed the topped-up tote bags to take them inside, Y/N was reminded of her mission and the pressure of having it look perfect for two of her oldest friends.
Opening the heavy faux-leather album, she immediately saw the large envelope which contained the pictures River had insisted she’d keep. Her curiosity made her wonder why, but, as the dedicated maid of honor she was, and a methodical one at that, she decided to get the work done first.
The brunette had only gone through a few pages, marking a couple of alterations to be made, when she saw it. A picture of the guests, in which she could spot herself with Jack, well focused right in the center of it. There was a huge smile etched on her face as she looked back at him. That didn’t faze her though. It was the look in his eyes and the grin she could now identify as the loving kind on his lips.
She remembered now. She had been pretending to know how to tie his bow tie mere seconds before.
“I thought you knew what you were doing?”
“I never said I did.”
Y/N glanced at the white envelope beside her, this time not losing time resisting the temptation and tearing it up, only to find five photographs inside. They were all in black and white. And they all featured her and Jack.
A photo at the gazebo, when her stomach had growled loudly, asking to be fed, and the pair had burst into laughter. A photo of them dancing excitedly to the sound of I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles), jumping up and down as pure enjoyment flooded through them. A photo of him, hanging on every word she said while they ate. A photo of her gazing into his eyes as they briefly swayed to a beautiful ballad. A photo of him, entering the log trellis with a bewildered look and a hint of hope in his eyes.
Ferdinand's words echoed in her head as she looked through the black and white pictures over and over again. Her heart banged inside her ribcage, ready to burst out and find its way to Jack. It wanted to let him know it was not his fault its owner had ran. It wanted to know if it could possibly open itself up to the possibility of love again. It… Was probably way over its head.
She took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to face her fears, to voice her concerns, to let someone in. Y/N knew she had been taking everything light-heartedly because once she let herself care for Jack, she would be exposed to the heartache and pain relationships bring along. But now, as her eyes scanned through every single detail of the photos se held in her hands, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she’d take a chance on him, he could bring back love into her life. He had taken a chance on her at the wedding. Now it was up to her to decide whether she’d do the same.
The doctor got up, heading to the pantry to look for the hidden stash of sweets she always kept around for the times when she couldn’t think properly.
Reaching up to grab the old tin cookie container, she tripped on the canvas she had been considering throwing out ever since her brush stroked it with paint. Y/N kneeled beside her latest piece of art, carefully tracing over the outlines of her work with her fingertips.
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“Can you give me Jack's address?”
“Hey Junior! I’m great, just had meatballs for dinner. Delicious. Louie is okay as well. What about you?”
“Hi. Sorry.” the petite woman muttered, cringing at her lack of manners, adjusting her hands on the steering wheel. “I need Jack's address, please.”
Y/N had left the house in a hurry, holding on to. The painting under her arm and her car keys in her hand, clinging onto every bit of courage she had in her to go to Jack's house and talk. The doctor had only neglected to remember the fact that she had never been to his house and had no idea where he lived. So, as a grown woman would, she called up one of the only two people she knew for sure at some point was a regular at the Hughes abode. When that person failed to pick up, she turned to Trevor Zegras.
“You really don’t know where he lives?” her friend asked, genuinely confused. “I thought you guys had been hanging out, like, all the time.”
“Yes, Z, we hang out at his place and braid each other’s hair.” she grumbled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “We’ve been out together a couple of times, but never really been to each other’s houses. Not since school, at least.”
“How did that never happen? Even Tiffani with an i has been to your house.” he chuckled to himself, scratching the back of his head.
“Well, I have a child who would probably tell her father there was a man coming. To the house and we both know how that would go down with Charlie. Now, would you please stop drilling me?” Y/N moaned, driving around with no sense of direction.
“That’s what she said!”
“Jesus, Trev, did someone drop you on your head when you were a baby?”
“So the legend says.”
“Just give me his address, okay?”
“Why do you need it? Oh, are you going to his apartment with nothing on but a raincoat and stilettos? I’m here for that, you little mynx.” her friend babbled excitedly.
“Trevor.”
“Okay, I’ll just ask Jack tomorrow… Got get it, girl!”
“The address.”
“Right! I’ll text you. He’s probably watching Beaches and crying to the sound of Wind Beneath My Wings, though. Believe me, you don’t need to rush to get to him.”
Y/N Y/L/N was back on track. Grabbing the bull by its horns wasn’t as hard when the bull was him. So why was she no nervous? Probably because Jack had been her friend for the better part of two decades, watching out for her with small, yet meaningful, acts of kindness, year after year, even when they’d been kept apart.
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His apartment was located on the third floor of a relatively small, but luxurious, complex, practically by the city limits.
The elevator ride, right after she convinced the doorman to open the door for her, was spent trying to figure out what she was going to say when or if he opened the door, but, as soon as he did, all that came out of her mouth was: nothing.
Jack wondered if he was dreaming, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Was he seeing things or had Y/N Y/L/N just magically appeared at his doorstep as soon as his finger hovered over her name on his phone?
“Y/N?”
“Hi.” she managed to let out, with a slight wave of her hand.
“What are you doing here?” the brunette man queried incredulously while holding the door open.
“You know when you said you thought you liked me and that you might actually like me a lot? The whole speech that could’ve been ripped off from a Nicholas Sparks novel? Well…”
“I’m not taking it back.” Jack spoke, incredibly sure of himself.
“I don’t want you to.”
Her words confused him. She had told him, just a week before, that he shouldn’t have kissed her and had walked away from him after his heartfelt confession. Now, as she stood at his doorstep, with a rectangular canvas in her bare arms, Y/N Y/L/N’s words told him he was surely dreaming.
Stepping aside, he allowed the petite woman to come in, noticing that her hair looked silky and voluminous, just like it was the first time he had eve set his eyes on her. There wasn’t a hint of makeup on her face, and he could swear she’d never looked more beautiful in her life.
The doctor hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, waiting momentarily for Jack to gently nod, urging her to go on.
“I was cleaning up after dinner a while ago and I noticed most of my plates are slightly chipped. I mean, it’s completely normal, I’ve had them since I moved in with Charlie for the first time. They’re pretty old.” she began, as he listened intently, not wanting to say a word in fear she’d shut him out. “I realize I ran out on you and never really explained why. I know I don’t have to, and I know you’d never expect or force an explanation out of me, but I want to give it to you. I do. So…”
Y/N looked down at the painted canvas, tracing the boards of the metaphorical white china she’d spent hours working on. With another shaky breath, she showed him a small smile before handing him her most recent artwork.
“This is me. I’m a chipped dinner plate. It’s who I am now. I will never be the girl you met back when we were kids again. She’s been through hell. She’s been stomped on, pushed around, told to quiet down her voice. That force of nature handed her heart on a silver platter to a man who continuously made her doubt herself. A man who caused scenes because he was jealous of her coworkers. A man who made her feel tiny and like she wasn’t worth being loved for who she was. A manipulative man who wanted her to be some sort of fifty’s housewife who wouldn’t deny him anything or dare to speak up if she thought he was wrong. That girl isolated herself from her parents and friends because she thought that, by doing so, she was giving him proof that she loved him. But love is supposed to be patient and kind. Love isn’t easily angered, it doesn’t keep score. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres. What he felt for her wasn’t love. He didn’t give her the love she needed and deserved. That girl, who had by then become a woman, managed to escape from an abusive marriage because of her daughter, a tiny human being who provided her the strength she craved to break free.
Jack's heart sunk to his stomach, aching madly as he was given an insight to what Y/N, the woman he admired and cared so deeply for, had endured during her seven-year relationship with her ex-husband.
He instinctively clenched his fists, forcing himself to refrain from reacting to what she was telling him. The singer could see how her face contorted, trying to conceal her emotions and how her previous relationship still weighed down on her chest. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but he knew better than to do that. He knew he had to wait for her.
“So she did. She let go of him and moved out. But she will never be the same she was before. A part of the person she was is gone. You can’t really do anything to recover the piece that is missing. I am chipped but I will never consider myself a victim of my circumstances. It happened, but I’m still here. I’m alive, I’m healthy, I have a beautiful, witty and kind five-year-old daughter whose love knows no limits. I fought long and hard to go back to the person I was before Charlie but, at the end of the day, it was senseless. She is not coming back. And you know what? It doesn’t matter. I needed the wisdom that came along with the heartache. I am different, but I am stronger. I’m chipped, but I’m not broken.”
The determined look on her face told him she meant every word she said. Y/N Y/L/N displayed her battle wounds fully and proudly.
“I’ve built a wall around my heart and I haven’t let anyone in since then. I tried to a while back, I swear I did… I think I wasn’t ready. I think that maybe, deep down, I wasn’t sure he was the right one, if he could handle all this insane baggage I carry with me. When you kissed me, I wanted to let my guard down. I wanted to stay there with you, under the summer sky, to tell you I also have something in me that tells I am slowly, but surely, falling for you. But my first instinct was to run. Eventually, I always do. I’ve been running for so long, Jack…”
“Y/N, I- ” he started, completely at loss for words.
“I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting you. I’m afraid things will go wrong. I have a daughter, I owe to her to be okay, to always be her rock. I can’t just close my eyes and go for it. She’s my priority, she’s my everything. You understand that, right?”
The doctor waited in silence as Jack gathered his thoughts and willed himself to speak.
“Of course I do. I would never, in a million years, ask you not to think of your daughter when it comes to anything. Joey will always be your number one. I am just asking you for a chance to be your number two. Or three. Or even five. I don’t care. I just want to make you happy. Walking-on-air happy. Singing-ridiculously-cheesy-love songs – 24/7 happy.”
She took one of his hands, which still held the painting, and placed it over her heart.
“Here. This is the effect you and your words have on me. And that honestly it scares me to death. I should probably be running by now, but-”
“I know, but Y/N, don’t.” Jack said as he laid his gift gently on his couch. “I know this is a big leap of faith and we have only scratched the surface on each other’s deep-rooted emotional issues and, trust me, I- ”
He was silenced by her lips, capturing his and pulling him in for a deep, emotional kiss. Both of her hands held his face close to hers, as if the world would end dared they lips move an inch apart.
“What does this mean?” he asked, regaining his breath as he watched her bite down on her bottom lip.
Y/N smiled softly, adjusting the collar of his plaid shirt.
“I don’t want to run anymore.”
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Hi! I loved your Jean fic so much! 🥰🥰🥰
If you're still open to taking requests, could you possibly do one with an "enemies to lovers" and "hurt-comfort" tropes wherein reader and Jean are always arguing with each other (similar to the canon dynamic between Jean and Eren in the series), but Jean makes a remark that takes things too far and hurts the reader big-time so reader avoids him and Jean gradually realizes that he actually misses the reader.
lover boy !
in which jean's words finally get him in trouble.
cw : angst kinda??, asshole! jean, fem! reader, he gets better tho dw, angst to fluff.
"wow, fuck you jean" you bumped into him as you both played mario kart in connie's apartment. "not my fault you suck ass" he retorted.
your relationship with jean was complicated, to say the least. yea, you argued with each other but if anyone messes with you he'd beat their ass and the same goes for you with him.
you've been crushing on him for a while now but will you admit it? no. will you accept your friends' claims about him liking you back? no, obviously not.
this crush didn't come out of nowhere either, yes jean is very attractive but there are times when he's the nicest person to you. especially when you aren't feeling the best, he catches on to your emotions pretty quickly considering how close you two are.
like mentioned before it's complicated.
connie and sasha were giggling to themselves as they opened the pizza box you ordered. "honestly, why are you so annoying" you asked, "you only think i'm annoying cause i'm beating you in mario kart." he replied.
"that's not true, i think you're annoying all the time."
"uh huh, sure you do."
"ok, that's enough you two." sasha intervened. "anyways how'd that date go with that guy?" she changed the topic.
"shitty." you answered, her attempt to lift the mood had failed. "as expected." jean said.
"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned, jean glanced at you and back at the tv. "i'm just saying that almost every date or relationship you've been in always ends up being "shitty" or whatever." he explained. "i'm starting to think maybe the problem isn't the guy.".
your eyes widened, "that's low, jean." connie said. "don't connie, i'm leaving." you said as you got your things. "c'mon, i didn't mean it like that" jean said, "yea, don't leave cause of him, please." sasha pleaded. "i'll text you when i get home." you said to sasha. and just like that you left.
"way to ruin the mood jean." connie remarked, "you better apologize."
it's been a week and you haven't talked to jean. and no, he hadn't even come to apologize to you.
honestly, he missed the banters or stupid fights you got with him a lot, and you missed him too but if what he said is what he really thinks then you're better off without him.
it got very awkward whenever you hung out with connie or sasha cause he's always there just looking at you, trying to say something but he just leaves, it's ridiculous.
so when he called you to "talk" right after your last class you agreed.
"uh, i'm sorry about last week. i wasn't thinking right." he said. "yea, you weren't" he chuckled at your comment. "i don't like seeing you get hurt by these people when there are plenty of guys who would treat you the right way, and we both know you aren't the problem, you're an amazing person, i just worded it the wrong way. i'm sorry, i missed you a lot this past week." he continued. his apology was genuine, you could tell.
"i accept your apology, but it still stings when the people you're closest to say stuff like that, y'know." you said, "i know, and i'm so sorry. i didn't mean what i said at all, i'll make it up to you, i swear." you nodded.
"jean, were you talking about yourself when you said 'plenty of guys who would treat you right'." you asked.
"... i mean, i know i'm not the nicest person but if you give me a chance, i swear i'll be the best. it's totally fine if you don't want to either, i don't want to pressure you, especially after what i said last week." he smiled.
"take me on a date and then i'll decide, lover boy."
"deal." he was gonna make it up to you no matter what.
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Wooyoung x Reader (Highschool AU): Brother-sitter
A/n: This suddenly came to my mind when I was seeing him with Kyungmin together.
Summary: Wooyoung's parents are going out of town for a week, as he has school and work after, his parents hire a babysitter to babysitter. But, what would happen if he'd come home to find his very crush is actually his brother-sitter?
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"Be sure to return home by 8. She has to return home" his father had told him.
He looked at his watch 8:05pm and he cursed under his breath and paddled faster. If only he didn't have to do inventory he would have been on time on atleast the first day. His mother is gonna kill him if the sitter tells his parents.
When he stopped the bike in front of the house, his clock showed 8:10pm, he rushed in and entered the house to find his brother drawing sitting beside a girl, he couldn't see her face but he could swear that the figure, the style of dressing was familiar. He pushed those thoughts aside he just bowed and said "Hello! I'm so sorry for being late, I promise I'll try to be on time from tomorrow"
"Ah Wooyoung, you're back" he heard a very familiar voice, he looked up to see his classmate and crush sitting with Kyungmin now facing him, 'so thats why she seemed familiar' he thought.
"It's ok. He's a really good kid, and I know your boss is a jerk. You dont have to apologise" you said with a smile that could light up a whole room. A smile that lit up his heart and made his stomach flutter.
"Do you wanna have dinner?" He suddenly blurted out.
"I'd love to but, I haven't told my mom and it's getting late. Also, I have homework left" you said, fidgeting with you fingers.
"No, no, I get it" he said
"What about tomorrow?" You insisted.
"Yeah that could work. I get off an hour early tomorrow" he said smiling.
"Sounds like a plan then" you said smiling
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Next day at school, you were busy at you locker when your jock of a best friend ran up to you suddenly and scared the day lights out of you.
"Mingi! I told you not to do that! Are you crazy!" You said putting a hand over your heart that was still beating fast due to the fright.
"You didn't tell me you were babysitting Wooyoung's brother!" He whined
"I didn't know untill I entered the drawing room and saw the photos. And after it I was busy doing homework" you saud closing your locker.
"Oh! What happened? Spill" he said.
"Nothing Mingi! I know you live for the tea but there's none in my life" you said throwing your hands "He just offered dinner tonight"
"Wow!" Mingi said awed.
"It's nothing Mingi. Its just dinner, he was just being nice" you said.
"Yeah you keep telling yourself that" he muttered
"What do you mean?" You say.
"I mean that he likes you back dummy" he said and you squinted
"Yeah right. Totally." You said and walked away. As if Wooyoung, the jock Jung Wooyoung would like you.
Even though you told yourself that you wont let Mingi's words affect your mind, it did.
You waited intently, watching cartoons with Kyungmin. Wooyoung actually came in an hour earlier and you and Kyungmin were busy with Mario Kart and he smiled to himself seeing the two of you.
Dinner that day was actually fun, you realised Wooyoung is a great cook but disasters follow him and hence you kept the disasters in check and he said he was glad that nothing broke. You loved to watch Kyungmin bickering with his brother as to why eatting the greens should be considered. Wooyoung was shocked when you spoke up and made Kyungmin to actually eat the greens willingly. He just kept glancing at you from across the table in admiration.
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The next day Wooyoung came home to find you hitting your head over algebra and offered you help. You were shocked to know that Wooyoung actually had advance Calculus and he offered you some help. The two of you had become good friends over the week. Leading to him and his friends sitting with you and Mingi at Lunch and now the laughter, mockery and jokes had become a daily part of your life.
You remember how San, the guy who was in your Literature class asked Wooyoung how he knew you and he stuttered "She's my Ba-babysitter. I mean, not mine, my brother-sitter" he was fumbling for words when you intervene and say.
"I babysit his brother and we also have like 2 classes together" and on side eyes you noticed Wooyoung sight in relief.
"I told you they were good guys" Mingi said
"I never said they weren't I just felt self-conscious around them. Its getting better now" you said.
Wooyoung's mother was glad to find you as she could depend on you no matter what. Being able to hang with Wooyoung was a perk.
One day you were playing with Kyungmin when he suddenly said "Noona noona, can I ask you a question " you were quite intreagued to know what made the younger boy smile and giggle like that.
"What?" You asked.
"Do you like Hyung?" He asked.
You shrugged and said "Of course, he's my friend"
At that he tched and said "No no! Like boyfriend and girlfriend like?"
You were surprised at the question and felt heat rushing to your face. "Why would you ask that Minie?" You said
"Hyung always sighs like" gives out a lOng and dramatic sigh and continued "this when mom talks about you"
"No Minie you've got it wrong. Your brother and I are just friends okay" you said and smiled, but what you didn't know was, Wooyoung didn't have work on that day and he wanted to surprise you yet when he heard your answer, he was at the door which he just left and ran to Yunho's place.
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The next few days shocked and comfused you. Wooyoung didn't stop by your locker anymore. He hardly spoke during lunch and Yeosang mentioned he didn't do well in practices.
"Mingi I think I did something to upset him" you said.
"Why do you think so?" He asked.
"Cause out of all of us, I am the only one he never makes eye contact with" you explained.
Suddenly Mingi asked "Y/n do you still like Wooyoung?"
"Yes? Of course why are you even asking this?" You said.
"Umm..." He fumbled and held your shoulders and turned you around. The sight of shocked Wooyoung left you speechless as well.
You felt tears sting your eyes, how could Mingi do this to you? Embarrass you infront of him in the presence of so many people. You turned away to run for it but, felt a grip on your wrist, before you could realise your back was pushed against a wall and you found yourself pinned between the locker and Wooyoung. The close proximity turning you redder than a tomato.
"Did you mean it?" He asked in a hushed tone.
You didn't know what else to say so you owned up "Yes, yes I like you, I have for a long while now. Even though I know you don't like me back and I dont expect that, but I still like you or may be more than that" you said looking straight into his eyes. His eyes were unreadable.
Suddenly he crashed is lips on yours and you were shocked for a moment but as soon as Wooyoung brought one of his hand to you neck and the other to your waist pulling you closer.
"I love you" he said looking right into your eyes.
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Batfam and video games headcanon
Bruce - Thomas was an enthusiastic of computer science so when the Atari was introduce he buy one and when Bruce born he plays alongside his son, before his parent deaths Bruce enjoy playing light gun games but he stops (for obvious reasons). Now he start playing alongside with his sons but he prefers the old fashion games (way too old according to Damian).
Dick - before his parent deaths they didn’t have any kind of video game and he didn’t went to an arcade to busy “helping” on the circus and practice his flips, even after Bruce took him in they never talks about it (Bruce didn’t touch a game after his parents). It was until he stayed with the titans that Wally introduce him to video games but being the hyper boy he was he didn’t enjoy them, but he could handle to play some short multiplayer games as Mario kart or super smash bros. Dick enjoy going to arcades with titans though. Now he’s a little less hyper and he could play alongside his friends or baby brothers and he manage to complete some games (no 100% tho).
Barbara - she never like them really but commissioner once bought her a Nintendo DS thinking it was a PDA (personal digital assistant) [man I’m old] she kept it and buy and play some games but she never get crazy about it.
Jason - they never had the money to spend on it, even after living with Bruce he never felt attracted by them. Roy once try to show him Assassins Creed, God of war and Fallout for its story element but Jason didn’t enjoy as much as read. But when it came to family nights he would be totally competitive. (Now that Bruce can enjoy light gun games again they tend to compete with each other Jason is surprise of how a good shooter Bruce is).
Tim - he is a hardcore gamer not only he play too much MOBA (LoL) and Action RPG’s he play too much niche and indie games. Actually he made his own games with a over complicated pseudonym that needs three different codes to decipher. Tim enjoy learning new mechanics and glitches. He is a pretty good SpeedRunner but didn’t compete but like to teach others to improve their runs. (Damian unknowingly plays three of Tim’s games Tim didn’t know how to feel about it cuz Damian said he likes the games a lot).
Cass - Tim and Steph introduce her to video games but she didn’t like most of the games surprisingly she enjoy farming simulation games, right now she had +500 hrs in his Animal Crossing New Horizons her island is beautiful and she really talks to her neighbors.
Steph - her mom once buy her a secondhand game boy advance with a copy of Pokémon emerald and she love it after dating Tim he show her new games but she still prefers Pokémon games than any other.
Damian - he is the shooter, fighter, racer kind of gamer he plays mostly online multiplayer he really likes to beat people and don’t enjoy loosing. (Jon prefers to play as team mates than rivals cuz Damian could be so intense).
Duke - he’s a chill gamer he plays anything she likes when he felt like. His parents buy him a PSP when he was younger he still prefers portable games he had a couple of Nintendo Switch.
#bruce wayne#dick grayson#barbara gordon#jason todd#tim drake#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#damian wayne#duke thomas#batfamily#batfam#headcanon
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JJK: Gamer / Streamer AU
List of all Jungkook fics under 'Gamer / Streamer' AU:
* ² - two shots s - contains smut sm - social media format
* Last updated: 21/05/2023
D R A B B L E S
12:40 PM by beomcoups friends to lovers
Summary: You are playing games with Jungkook and you decide to take your friendship to another level.
* d.va by minstrivia s established relationship, PWP
Summary: It’s a pretty important day for you but Jungkook doesn’t seem to think so.
Game Cheater Meets Couch by v-hope established relationship
Summary: “I beat you at Mario Kart and now I’ve been banished to the couch for the night.”
Good Game Gone Bad by musicloverxoxo7 s pro gamer!Jungkook, established relationship
Summary: Jungkook is gaming with friends. Horny you might get him in big trouble.
“She’s good with me, right baby?” by theiris-storyvault gamer!Jungkook, established relationship
The Hand Game by solastia s gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP
O N E S H O T S
Confessing to My Crush *NOT CLICKBAIT* by scriptaed wc~3.8k / YouTuber!Jungkook, friends to lovers
Summary: When your best friend Jungkook asks you to partake in his next video on YouTube, the shock of the script’s title quickly becomes the least of your worries; because unbeknownst to you, while you’re spending time crestfallen over a confession you could only wish was reality, Jungkook treats the entire video as practice for the real deal.
Distractions by 1kook s wc~3k / established relationship, idol au
Summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”
Gamer Boy by hoebii s wc~2.3k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP
I'll Show You, If You Show Me by hazytaezy s wc~2.1k / friends to lovers
Summary: Game night suddenly gets a little more interesting when Jungkook forgets to hang up from your video call.
Let the Games Begin by venusiangguk s wc~5.7k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP
Summary: Just another fic where OC rides JK in his gaming chair.
Let's Play: Dirty by jungkxook s wc~10k / gamer!Jungkook, enemies to lovers, roommates au
Summary: On today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming Jeon Jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on Overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! To make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. Use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that Jungkook has something to feel better about!
On Camera by agustdiv1ne s wc~3.1k / YouTuber!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP
Summary: Jeon Jungkook, also known as kookiemonster97, was a youtuber and, more importantly, your boyfriend. Your sex life was great, amazing really, but what happens when he asks if he can film you two one day? He did have the equipment, after all.
Out of the Blue by jungkxook s wc~5.2k / gamer!Jungkook, YouTuber!Jungkook, established relationship
Summary: Catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.
Player Two by minjoonalist s wc~10.6k / ft KTH, gamer!Jungkook, PWP
Summary: You’ve always wanted to be as good of a gamer as your boyfriend Jungkook and you’ve tried many times to ask for his help only to be turned down…on your game. but this time you’re over his bratty attitude towards it and he still can’t get enough of yours.
Press Start by softyoongiionly s wc~5.5k / established relationship, idol au
Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.
Sore Loser by sailoryooons s wc~9.5k / streamer!Jungkook, Valorant pro!reader, established relationship
Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.
Starry Night by kithtaehyung s wc~7k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship
Summary: All you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.
Stupid Game by kookiesjoonies s wc~2k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, college au
Summary: All you wanted to do was study in peace, but that becomes impossible due to your boyfriend’s constant screaming at the video game on the television. So you decide to teach him a lesson; if he insists on being loud, you’re going to give him a reason to be.
Ruined by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~8.2k / gamer!reader, PWP
Summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.
[...] You’ll Find Love with Me by reliablemitten s wc~5k / sexpert!Jungkook, YouTuber!Jungkook, established relationship
Summary: Your husband Jungkook is a famous YouTuber who teaches people how to be more confident in the bedroom. You go back to the university where you met for homecoming and some sexy shenanigans ensue.
T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S
Fan Identity by tteokggukk sm enemies to lovers, social media influencer au
Summary: In which you and Jungkook are both famous internet celebrities that have never interacted, but share a common secret. You both have fan accounts for each other where you actively show support and express your opinions. One day, you were both nominated for the same award, social media influencer of the year. Lowkey rooting for the other, you both express your opinions on your secret fan accounts as certain interactions begin to arise from a famous fan account dedicated to your “opponent” nominee.
Ghosted by fortunexkookie s bartender!Jungkook, patron!reader, arcade bar au
Summary: There are a lot of things to love about the local arcade bar, Drinking Games, but you definitely have your favorites: sinking countless hours into a Ms. Pacman knockoff and lovingly tormenting one of the bartenders. It turns out he’s one of the bar’s owners, a friend of one of your friends, and he just might like you back.
Glitter and Disquiet ² by joheunsaram s CEO!Jungkook, YouTuber!reader, enemies to lovers, chaebol au
Summary: Poised to inherit Korea’s largest gaming company in a few months, the world looks at Jeon Jungkook as a symbol of envy. Why wouldn’t they? He has everything, riches, power, and according to the rumour mill, endless women. Little do they know that his father’s company is on the verge of downfall, he barely has respect of his employees, and regardless of the rumours, he’s just a virgin saving himself for true love.
Just Another Boy by srwbrycke sm YouTuber!Jungkook, YouTuber!reader, strangers to lovers
Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook, self proclaimed playboy, not so smoothly shows his “cool” side to Y/N.
This Kingdom by whatifyoulivelikethat s gamer!Jungkook, tsundere!Jungkook, gamer!reader, enemies to lovers
Summary: In some cases, hate and love are the same thing. Or, in this specific case, hate and overwhelming, breathless, mind-blowing lust. And it all started because you were better at League of Legends than Jeon Jungkook.
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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐 : 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
summary : Mingyu convinces you to model for one of is projects and then one thing leads to another.
genre : College!au , fwb to lovers , mutual pining , Smut!! , Angst
pairing : fashion student!mingyu x STEM!reader
warning : mentions of sex , making out , swearing
A/n : so i am back from the dead ...sorry for being gone for long but now im back...hope ya'll enjoy ...MINORS DNI .. <33
Mingyu’s mornings are basically bitter coffees and scrambling through magazines to find outfit inspo for class . He , Minghao and Seokmin share an apartment together . Minghao , also a fashion major, scrolls through his phone and Seokmin plays a match on his Nintendo smash.
“Hey Seok…” mingyu muttered while sipping his black coffee mentally preparing himself for what he was about to say before he got a simple hmm for seokmin who was working through a Mario kart round with Olympian-like intensity . “ do you think y/n would model for me if I asked her ?” mingyu rushed through the question with as much obliviousness as he could muster….silence....
Now both Minghao and Seokmin turned around to face him , Seokmin’s game had stopped and Minghao almost dropped his phone . “Since when have you been into her ?” he rubs his eyes expecting some stupid excuse waiting in Mingyu's brain .
“I'm not into her…I'm just interested in her” mingyu was now shifting around in the kitchen waiting for the clock to strike 9 so he could leave this mess and run away to the comfort of his studio .
“That's what you say all the time..” Minghao said breaking the silence …”each and the next moment they end up in your bed” Seokmin added , standing up .
“She lives rights across us” mingyu started reasoning
“And that makes her qualified for modeling …?” Minghao snatched the half eaten croissant from Mingyu's hand
“I see her everyday…she's pretty hot '' Mingyu grabbed his stuff and headed towards the door.
Mingyu doesn't see it but seokmin and Minghao look at each other having a whole conversation silently and get up to prepare for a house party .
"Would you want to model for me ?" Mingyu said, Getting closer to you on the beat up couch ."i bet you'd look really hot in an outfit I made" he added on in an attempt to persuade you. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Mingyu was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—"
"I get it .Thank you ...I'll think about it" you interrupted him , because how on earth were you supposed to react when he was blatantly flirting with you ? You held on to his shoulders with the very little will power you had left in you preventing him from getting any closer . It would be a lie to say that you didn't want to pull him in , make out with him and run away in shame .
“did'ya think about it yet?” Mingyu grinned, putting his hand on yours and removing them from his shoulders . When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it's totally cool if you don't want to do it , well it would ruin this vision i had and—”
"I'LL DO IT !!"....fuck.....
Terrible horrible idea…..but then again you were pretty bored and wanted to step out of your comfort zone . Obviously you won't sleep with him , you’ll just try some , pose and he’ll take a few pictures . It's for a project ; and you’re being a good friend .
But you two weren't even that much of friends ; he was just a boy next doo—
“Really! Well, let's go to my room. I'll take your measurements. '' Mingyu pulls you lightly by the hand in the direction of his room . you gulped …its final
Mingyu kept running his hands all around your body , your back , your shoulders or maybe that was in your head …your heart was thumping , muscles tightening up . you wondered if he felt it too. “You're too stiff …loosen up” he said stroking your back …he did feel it .
Now Mingyu was directly in front of you and you couldn't hold yourself back from looking up at him. The ambient lights of the room glimmering in your room . He was focused on his work, maybe that added to the feeling of a whirlpool forming in your stomach .
He finally looked at you, understanding the secret message you tried to tell him . “Is this position making you uncomfortable ?”
“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. mingyu followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.”
He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” mingyu teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Mingyu was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave?
No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all.
Mingyu raised one of his eyebrows. “Hmm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “I want you to tell me if you want me to stop or not ….no hard feeling …promise “ he came even closer to you if that was even possible
This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. He smiled at you knocking your breath out and proceeded to give you the most impatient , sloppy kiss ...it was all teeth and spit .
Mingyu picked you up without breaking away for a second and placed you on his bed, pausing to look at you “you’re just full of surprises aren't you..”
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#mingyu smut#mingyu imagine#seventeen smut#mingyu fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen angst#seventeen#mingyu x reader#seventeen college!au#mingyu college!au#windows-redcarat#cece writings
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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 27
Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla
Chapter 27 - Queens and Clowns
Note: This chapter contains scenes only suitable for 18+ audiences (A.K.A. smut). You’ve been warned
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Now that he and Tomori were together and knew each other a lot better, Okubo wondered how he hadn't noticed the signs before.
They've always been there, right under his nose. She had warned him about them herself, and he had chosen to ignore it long enough to be vulnerable. And now, he was in that situation, trapped between a rock and a hard place because of a promise.
All because she, in addition to being cute and sweet, was calculating, slightly manipulative and fully aware of the effects she had on him. If he had noticed these signs sooner, he would have set boundaries from the start. But now it was too late, and he was...
"... Wrapped around her little finger."
"Being held by the balls."
“Lassoed and ridden like the bald bull you are."
"You're good at thinking of synonyms, but not at helping me think of a way out, aren't you, you bastards?!," Okubo grunts, taking an angry bite of his pizza slice while watching Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda being complete assholes to each other during the most violent Mario Kart competition he had ever watched in his entire life. "I'm serious , that girl put me behind the eight ball!"
"Sorry to say that, Okubo, but you're the one who got yourself into this," Kaneda comments, ignoring the curse Rihito shouted in his ear when he throw him off the track with a red shell. "You shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her when you had a bruise too obvious to go unnoticed."
"Or you should've lied and said that it was one of us who did that to you during a sparring session- Rihito, you son of a bitch!," Himuro yells when Rihito throws a banana peel in front of him on the track and makes him spin. Rihito laughs out loud.
"Suck on that banana, you man-whore! And yeah, man, you should've said that. It was a lie, but it was for the greater good, right?"
"I thought about doing that, but I couldn't!," He gestures frustrated. "I don't know what's with her eyes, but I'm totally incapable of lying when I look into them! It's a mix between Puss in Boots from Shrek and a human version of Hello Kitty with the softest, most good smelling boobs in the world! It was a lost battle from the start..."
"You couldn't even put your foot down? Like, saying you won't take her to see a Kengan match and that's it, no more whining?," Himuro asks, grinding his teeth while trying to pass by Rihito without being hit by the green shells that surrounded him. Okubo shakes his head, shoving the rest of the pizza into his mouth at once.
“I wanted to do that, but I just couldn't. She was naked at the time, just out of the shower, all wet and smelling good," He can't hold back, smiling when he remembers, still chewing. "With her asking like that, there's no grown man who can resist."
"Holy shit, dude… now I understand why you took so long to fuck her."
"What do you mean?"
"You knew that your brain cells were all stored in your balls and that she would empty them without thinking twice."
"Fuck you, Rihito!"
"Too late, I'm doing just fine! Yes!," Rihito raises the joy-con in the air in celebration as he manages to pass Kaneda on the last corner and cross the finish line first. Kaneda moans, throwing his head back, while Himuro throws a small tantrum and throws the other joy-con onto a cushion. Good thing, because Okubo would beat his ass if he broke even one piece of his Nintendo Switch. "Gentlemen, I'm fuckin' unbeatable!"
"No way, this is just the first championship you've won tonight," Himuro snorts with a frown. "You were ahead of Kaneda by a measly four points."
"Which I intend to keep in the future. Now, go eat a pizza slice with Egghead, I have a lil' fucker to beat," Rihito dismisses him with hand gestures, to which Himuro gives him the middle finger before leaving the joy-con aside and walking away, sulking.
"Asshole... get his ass for me, Kaneda."
"Haha, I'll do my best. Anyway, Okubo...," Kaneda turned to Okubo while Rihito adjusted the game's settings. "Now that you promised her, there's no going back. Breaking the promise could be worse for you."
"I know…," Okubo scratches the back of his head, tired. "I wouldn't do that to her anyway. She's been honest with me, the least I can do is reciprocate."
"Yeah, but at what cost?," Himuro says while grabbing a pizza slice inside the box on the kitchen counter. "We already talked about the risks, remember?"
"I do...
"And you're still going to go ahead with that idea?"
"It's not because I want to, Himuro," He retorts angrily. "Don't you guys understand? She didn't give me a choice. It almost looks like an ultimatum," He sighs. "If I keep more things from her, she'll think I'm not being honest enough and conclude that it's not worth investing in our relationship. It's that thing about giving too much and getting too little in return... and I want to give as much as I get."
"Holy shit, that came out so wrong, hahaha!"
"Shut up, Rihito, I'm serious!"
"Okay, okay, you want to be serious, right? So let's be serious," Rihito forces himself to stop laughing, looking seriously at him while Kaneda chooses a cup. "You don't want her to know about the Kengan Association because it might be risky for her or is there more to it?"
Okubo immediately gets uncomfortable. "What are you talking about?"
"I don't know, you're focusing too much on something that can be easily solved," Rihito shrugs. "If your concern is with her safety, that's fine. She'll have you and us, if you're the one fighting, to protect her."
"Wow... would y'all really do that?"
"Of course. We like her too," Kaneda guarantees with a nod. "Not just because she's your girlfriend who isn't quite your girlfriend."
"Yeah. She's just a nice girl," Himuro shrugs.
"Yep! She's crazy and a little sarcastic and judgemental, but still cute," Rihito agrees. Okubo sniffs a little.
“Gee, guys… you really-”
"Not to mention that if I play bodyguard, she'll owe me one! Then I can ask for her friend's number as a payment without feeling guilty about it."
"Holy shit, you're the most self-serving jerks I've ever met in my entire fucking life," Okubo runs a hand over his face, grunting. "Okay, I'm glad you guys want to do this for her too. But continue your reasoning, Rihito."
"Alright," Rihito and Kaneda turned their attention to the match again, but the former kept talking. "If that was your only concern, you'd already know that it is very easy to solve. But there's more to it, right? Because when you mix Miss Uta and you, there's always something more. I've got your number..."
"Unf. Aren't you an observant motherfucker..."
"You're just that obvious, bro."
"Indeed," Kaneda and Himuro nod together, and Okubo glares at them indignantly.
"And you still agree with him! Ugh... okay, it's not just that," He finally admits. "It also has to do with moral issues."
"Moral issues?"
"Yeah, like... you're aware of how she's an avid martial arts fan, right? She's always watching the fights in the major leagues, even the lesser known ones," He takes another pizza slice from the box, eating it with a frown. "Only all those leagues are public, safe and full of rules. I don't know what she'd think of an underground league, let alone one like the one the Kengan Association maintains..."
"Look, I think she already guessed that you're involved with underground fighting, considering how you kept hammering this 'backstage league' thing," Himuro forms quotation marks with his fingers, to which Okubo shakes his head.
“But she doesn't know the full extent of the whole thing. It's something much more serious than a bunch of alley jesters getting together to beat each other to a pulp without much safety involved," He finishes chewing and swallowing, burping afterwards and continuing, "Rock bottom always has a basement. And I... I don't know, I'm worried that she might think this is wrong."
"But that's the thing, man… from a legal point of view, it's wrong ," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which he snorts.
"Wrong to the point that she thinks our relationship isn't worth the effort! That she doesn't want anything to do with a guy who gets involved with that stuff. And the whole thing is very violent, much more than what she's used to seeing on television..."
"Oh... you're thinking she's one of those purist fans then... Damn it!," Rihito curses when a blue shell hits him, allowing Kaneda to pass him. "There'll be payback, mark my words!"
"I'm going to leave my change purse ready, haha ," Kaneda jokes.
“Either that or she became more adept at the concepts of right and wrong after she got over her delinquent phase,” Okubo muses, and Himuro frowns at him.
"Delinquent phase? What, just because of that tattoo?"
"No, she was absolutely deranged during her teens, according to herself. She almost got expelled from school once," He says, eyes wide; the fact still amazed him a little. Rihito lets out a mocking laugh.
"Give me a break! The tattoo thing I can believe in, but this?"
"If you're doubting it, ask her the next time you see each other. Anyway...," Okubo shakes his head. "She doesn't deny her past, but today she tries to distance herself from it. And if she concludes that I'm not following the same path, that the Kengan Association goes against the kind of life she's been trying to maintain... ugh, I don't know," He scratches his whole face with his hands, eyes squeezed shut. "I just don't want her to give up on us because of this!"
"Does that make you rethink your participation in the Kengan matches as a whole?," Kaneda asks, and Okubo needs to think a bit before answering.
"No… I mean, I'm just like you guys, I enjoy fighting without all the rules of the public leagues. Ultimate Fight has hardly offered me more challenges, I'm already at a much higher level-"
"If your ego inflates more, it'll replace your car's airbags."
"And the Kengan Association provides me with that," He continues, ignoring Rihito's comment. "I don't care about the businessmen's shenanigans, as long as I can fight strong guys. It's the same with you. I'm just worried that she won't accept it..."
There is a brief moment of silence while Himuro thinks and Kaneda and Rihito slaughter each other on screen. Himuro then asks the question he honestly didn't want any of them to ask.
"If she doesn't accept it, will you consider this a thing that's doomed to fail? If neither you nor she are willing to compromise..."
Okubo sighs heavily.
"I don't know, man. I don't want it at all. But if things get to that point..."
"If it gets to that point and you see that you are at an impasse, it means that she's not the right girl for you. It's that simple," Kaneda says. "And there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people just don't work together and it's no one's fault but circumstances'."
"I know. But it's been a while since I wanted something to work so much in my life," Okubo admits, a little embarrassed, but unable to contain himself. "You can say I sound like a sappy fagot and shit, but I don't think I'll find anyone like her anytime soon. And I don't want to. I just didn't want to have to give up one thing to have the other. It's so fucking unfair"!
"Maybe you don't have to!," Rihito says, leaning to the side when making a sharp turn. "If she really was that deranged like you're saying, maybe she won't think it's that wrong. Who knows, maybe she even likes it," He suddenly gives a mischievous laugh. "Maybe she'll get all excited with your performance in a match and wants to try some moves with you on the mattress, hehehe..."
"Rihito, what are you saying..."
“No, Iron Fingers might be right. This is an outright muscle eater we're talking about," Himuro says to Kaneda. "Like, I don't think she would like to see Okubo killing someone in the middle of a match-"
"I don't even intend to! I almost killed my first opponent in Ultimate Fight and I'm traumatized to this day...," Okubo shivers. Himuro nods.
"See? She wouldn't like it, but a fair, violent, bloody fight is something else. Some girls really get turned on with this stuff. If that's Miss Uta's case..."
Okubo blinks. And then he opens a huge stupid smile, even blushing a little.
"Jeez, gigolo, you really think so? Because man, if I win a Kengan match and it gets my Tomoh all horny for me, I'll be more than happy to crush other people's faces!"
"Fucking simp!"
"Fuck off, Rihito," He snorts while Himuro and Kaneda laugh. "The day you feel the softness of the right titties, I'm the one who's going to be laughing."
"Look, I don't know if they were the right ones, but I sure felt the softness of several titties a few days ago," Rihito opens the very same stupid smile. "There's no best way to celebrate Komada's first victory in months, dammit. .."
"Oh yeah, you went to celebrate at Ms. Rino's club on the same day as Okubo's Kengan match," Kaneda comments, and Rihito nods, his chest puffed out.
"We sure as hell did! The girls were so sweet with us. First time I went to celebrate with Komada and Ivan too, since my official brothel bro gave up on that life," He mutters in a sullen tone, to which Okubo smiles in the corner.
“Sorry for that, man. I liked the Golden Pleasure Club as much as you, but I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything."
"I know, bro. 'We're happy for you, you know that," Rihito nods. "And it's because we know how important this is to you that we're telling you not to expect the worst. Your chick is a martial arts lover. She's the type who knows that, sometimes, men only understand each other through violence," He laughs. "Just tell it like it is. If she knows you like she says she does, she won't be on your case."
Okubo smiles wider, his chest lightening considerably. He scratches the back of his head.
"Yeah, you're right. Thanks..."
"Yeah, you're so right I'm almost wondering if you're really Rihito," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Kaneda chuckles.
"Don't they say that even a broken clock is right twice a day? Well…"
"Why don't you go screw yourselves? Fuckin' bastards," Rihito grumbles, ignoring the laughter of the others. "You shouldn't even be surprised, I've been on a winning streak like no other lately. It's one win after the other!"
"You say that, but you're still behind me on that last lap..."
"Not for long. Go boomerang!," He screams, and laughs loudly when said boomerang hits Yoshi right in front of him. Kaneda lets out an indignant exclamation.
"Aaah! I could accept it if it was a shell, but a boomerang? It's too humiliating!"
"People do what they can with what they have, man! Hell yeah!," He celebrates when he crosses the finish line in first place, even getting up from the mat to do a little victory dance. "Another glorious victory for me, dammit! The other pizza is all mine!"
"Shit…," Himuro grunts, rolling his eyes while Kaneda scratches his headr tiredly. "Now we're going to have to put up with this bullshit… can I go smoke on your balcony, Okubo? I'll close the glass door so the smoke doesn't get in, I just need to put nicotine into my system to withstand this..."
“Sure, man, go kill your heartache with some cancerogenous smoke,” Okubo jokes as Rihito does a victory dance in the middle of the room. Kaneda sighs and puts down the joy-con as Himuro marches to the apartment's balcony, looking pissed, ignoring Rihito's mocking laughter as best he can.
"Who said Superman's winning streak would be short-lived, huh? I'm kicking some major ass!"
"Yeah, just be careful not to fuck it up to the point of fucking your business," Okubo hands him another pizza box, still unopened. "Yamashita is sending you messages about your employees’ licenses issues. Better get that outta the way before it comes back to bite you in the ass, man."
Rihito moans loudly, throwing his head back.
"Damn, I hate these bureaucracies."
"It's annoying, but necessary, since you're a CEO as well as a fighter," Kaneda comments while turning off the Switch. "The sooner you deal with this, the better."
"Okay, okay, I'll stop by his office on Friday and sort this thing out, I promise," Rihito nods before turning to Okubo. "And you! You better solve this mess with Miss Uta sooner than later too. We can't wait for this soap opera to end and for us to reap the fruits of it."
"Bro, I swear to God, if you talk about her friend's phone number one more time...!"
"Nah, this time I'll be quiet. Unless, of course, you mention to her that we were the ones who pushed you in the right direction, and if she wants to thank us by being generous..."
Kaneda ends up laughing, and even Himuro, from the balcony, lets out a low, husky chuckle. Okubo just rolls his eyes, but he does so while trying to hold a smile back.
He was already kind of indebted to his friends for everything they had done to help him sort things out with Tomori, Rihito in particular. If everything worked out between them and she accepted this unconventional aspect of his life, why not bring the subject up? At least Rihito would stop pestering them like that. And he would pay off his debt.
"I hope your friend likes inconvenient idiots as much as you do, Tomoh..."
* * *
"So, what do you think?," Okubo asks while closing the door behind him, his tone a bit playful to disguise his shyness. "Is it as you imagined or did the typical masculine carelessness exceed your expectations?"
"What exceeded my expectations was the size. Holy crap...," Tomori comments, sounding impressed, as she walks around the living room of his apartment, even walking backwards so she can contemplate the place as a whole. "So this is how the luxury apartments in Tokyo's upscale area are from the inside!
"Eh, there are much more luxurious buildings around here, to be honest. For a guy who lives alone, this is enough," He decrees, hands on hips, to which she smiles a little mockingly at him.
"A guy who lives alone and has lotta cash in the bank, right?"
"Hey, I'm no saudi prince, but I deserve to have some luxuries with the money I earn working, right?," He shrugs, taking it in stride. "You could also have some if you let me spend a little on you..."
"Nah-ah-ah! You can stop right there," She raises the palm of her right hand to him like a traffic cop. "I'm getting enough luxuries just to be able to spend one night here with you. You sure there's no problem?"
"None! I cleaned the whole place to be worthy of your presence," He jokes, going to her and hugging her around the waist. "I even went to the market and stocked the fridge, all with your teachings in mind. We'll be able to watch Seki's fight in style!"
"Really? Such consideration!," She returns the hug, smiling at him. "Unless, of course, this is a very well thought out scheme to make me cook."
"Would you rather eat food made by me then? The guy who couldn't even get the shape of rice balls right before you showed him how?"
"I would help you! It would be a nice thing for us to do together."
"I'm up for it, but right now I'm thinking of something else for us to do together...," He bends down to reach her, exchanging a peck with her before going to kiss and nibble her neck, to which she laughs and shivers with the tickling.
"Wow, I really spoiled you, didn't I? Leave it for tonight, after Mr. Seki's match," She murmurs against his mouth, after giving him a longer kiss. "Then the gratuitous violence on television will have put me in the perfect mood."
"You're such a weirdo, Tomoh."
"Pot, meet kettle. I've got your number, mr. 'I-Get-Sad-And-Pouty-When-The-Woman-I-Like-Doesn't-Let-Me-Spend-Stacks-Of-Money-On-Her'."
"That just makes you even weirder," He smiles more, lifting her off the ground and making her scream. "And it makes me like you more and more..."
He kisses her again, and even though she starts slapping his shoulders, she doesn't protest in the slightest. On the contrary, she manages to encircle his waist with her legs, and Okubo concludes that it would be very easy to take her to the bedroom (or to the sofa, in case they concluded that the distance between the bedroom and the living room was too great) and get busy with her. The could leave the tour on the whole apartment for after they've satisfied themselves. They would have all day, after all.
It was so good to have fallen in love with a woman who seemed to have the same sex drive as him, or at least enough that neither of them ended up frustrated. Another of the many things they had in common, and he couldn't get enough of discovering more and more of them every time they were together.
It was what made him not want to believe what Kaneda had said a few days ago. That speech about her not being the right girl for him, in case their opinions regarding his participation in an association that promoted underground fights were very discordant. Where else would he find someone as amazing as her? Someone he was so in tune with? Where else would he find that warmth, that joy, that feeling that everything in the world was in the right place when he was with her?
He didn't want to give that up if he could help it. He wanted to get those doubts out of the way so he could commit to her, and not hide anything else. The opportunity had arisen when Sekibayashi Jun's next performance had been announced to be broadcast on a pay-per-view channel, and Okubo had offered his own television, with the combat channels already included in its premium subscription package, to Tomori, so that she herself would not have to pay.
"Is everything all right for you, Naoh?," She had asked, surprised and a little hesitant, after he had made the offer during their date a few days before. He had nodded with a laidback smile. "It won't be any trouble?"
"Of course not! Why would having you at my place would be trouble?"
"No, that's not it. It's just that... now I know that you get a little jealous of seeing me kissing up to other fighters, so I don't want to push your goodwill..."
She had looked embarrassed, and Okubo had felt bad for making her think he was the kind of possessive idiot who was jealous of even the celebrities his girlfriend admired. He reached across the table where they were both eating, in a small pub.
"You won't, I promise. I'd never ask you to put aside your love for martial arts because of my insecurities, Tomori. It's that dedication that makes you who you are, and I'll never want to change that."
She had smiled when he had touched her face, lifting her fingers to touch his hand as well.
"Great. Thank you..."
"And there's no reason for me to be jealous of that old man Sekibayashi, who's more like a grandpa on a national scale than anything else, haha!"
"He's not even ten years older than you, so your national grandpa status shouldn't be more than a decade away either."
"Hey, hey, how long are you going to make fun of my age? That says more about you than me, you old man lover!"
She had laughed out loud, holding his hand up to her face and turning her head to the side to plant a kiss in the palm.
"I'm not an old man lover! I only like one in particular..."
He would have kissed her right there if the place had been more suitable. And now that they were there, in his apartment, away from judgmental eyes and safe behind all those walls, he just couldn't and didn't want to stop.
If being completely honest with her had been easier and potentially less painful, he already would have been. He would have taken her to watch a Kengan match live, even. But the fear of losing all that was still too much, so he preferred to test the waters before being more open. A good start would be to give her a fun day, back at his apartment, which she's been wanting to visit for a while. Combining business with pleasure, that's what they called it.
“And if I can tame the beast with some sexy times, even better!”
The thought makes him deepen the kiss, whereupon she moans softly against his mouth and grips his shoulders through the top of his shirt.
"Hnnn... man, you really don't waste time..."
"I'm no broken clock to waste time. I like to get straight to the point, you know..."
"I know that well now. But I still want to see the rest of your apartment, you know."
"Oh, we can take a tour right now," He suggests, pulling his lips away from hers just enough to be able to speak. "Starting with my room…"
"Oooh, that's right. Your room," Her eyes suddenly narrow. "It's the place I'm most curious to see, to be honest."
He smiles, all mischievous. "Heh, I can imagine why. I assure you, my bed is almost as big as the one in that love hotel's room-"
“I still haven't got even for that day."
Okubo's smile dies a little, giving way to bewilderment.
"Even...?"
"Yup. Put me down, please," She asks, and he, even more confused, obliges. She marches into the hallway, as Okubo follows. What the hell was she...?
His question is answered when she reaches a door at the end of the hall. She turns to him, arching an eyebrow.
"Is this your room?"
"Uh… yes, it is," He nods, his brow furrowed. "Why? What are you...?"
And instead of answering, she simply reaches out and grabs the doorknob, turning it and opening the door. Okubo can only stare, speechless, as she looks over her shoulder at him, gives him a petulant look as if daring him to protest, and enters the room without even asking permission.
Shit, he didn't know whether to be indignant or have a fit of laughter. He opts for a middle ground, chuckling softly as he rolls his eyes.
"Okay, I deserved that."
And he enters the room right behind her.
He watches her, from the doorway, walk around the room while inspecting everything with interest. He chuckles again when she places a hand over her chin, frowning.
"Disappointed?"
"Not at all. Your bed is really big, wow...," She comments, sitting on the huge mattress, and he smiles more.
"Now you can see why I want to get you there so badly. Just imagine how comfortable it is...," He pats one of the pillows, very pleased to demonstrate its softness. In general, his room was a bit plain, with the king size bed custom-made for him, the dressers flanking it, the closet and the bathroom with a huge bathtub that completed the suite. More personal things that denoted more of his personality and tastes were in his game and reading rooms, but banging her in those places wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as here. "And there's even a view of the city lights at night!"
He indicates the large window in the wall beside the bed, which gave them a view of the surrounding apartment complexes. Tomori smiles, lying on her side on the bed.
"Yeah, it must be very romantic..."
"That's because you haven't seen my lighting system yet! Check it out..."
He rushes to draw the curtains around the window, plunging the room into a soft gloom. And then he claps his hands twice, while throwing a mysterious smile at her.
"Open Sesame!"
Tomori lets out a sound that was a mix of laughter and excited gasp as soft lights come on behind the headboard and at strategic points on the ceiling, around the main source of light, giving the room a cozy atmosphere. She claps her hands as well as she sits back on the mattress.
"Beautiful! I'm going to love sleeping here tonight."
"Thank you, thank you very much," He gives a playful bow. "But you sure won't love it as much as I will!"
"We'll see about that... but look, Naoh, the correct phrase would be 'let there be light', right? ‘Open Sesame’ is for opening things, not turning on lights, haha.
"… If I say that what I wanted was to 'open your legs', will I be able to get away with being made fun of without sounding like a complete asshole?"
She laughs out loud, opening her arms to him.
"No, you won't. Now come here and kiss me before I change my mind and hit you."
And he goes, flushed but still as happy as he can be, climbing onto the bed and holding her close as he complies with her request with an excitement that has her giggling against his mouth. Soon they were lying on the bed, he propping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't put too much weight on her, her hands touching his back over his shirt as her legs lifted, her feet brushing the sides of his hips.
“Hnnn… I kinda made a miscalculation,” she murmurs after they've both pulled back just enough to catch their breath. Okubo blinks.
"Miscalculation...?"
"Yeah. I should've explored the other rooms in your apartment before I decided to be petty and go into your room. I can see that we won't be able to get out of here anytime soon, haha..."
"And you think you won't have another opportunity to see everything?," He looks at her with a malicious smile. "Or to spend the night here more often?"
She smiles back, practically melting under him at those words.
"Now that I've heard it, I don't think so anymore."
And she then brings him for another kiss, already starting to try to take his shirt off by the hem. She loved to joke about how he was in a hurry, but he sure as hell wasn't the only one there who wasted no time...
He loved it when she didn't stall and showed ho much she wanted him. Promptly, Okubo removed the shirt she held by the hem, letting her help him, and promptly letting her caress his ego with her eyes. And her brown eyes, practically devouring him, made him feel like he was on fire.
"I really don't know how you can think you're ugly," She purrs, those avid eyes seeming to burn. "I think you're really hot, I always have…"
"I don't think men are hot, that must be why," he jokes back. "But you…," he kisses her neck, lifting her blouse.
She raises her arms to make his job easier, and soon, her breasts supported by her pale blue bra are visible to him in all their glory.
"I never get tired of hearing that, you know?," She murmurs, her tone desirous. "I used to get frustrated, thinking that you only thought I was cute. But now that I know you think I'm hot too... wow, that drives me crazy...," And she lifts her hips a little to rub herself between his legs, through the fabric of her skirt.
“Always and always,"” He pulls her bra over it this time, so as not to confuse where the clasp is, and he immediately buries his face between her breasts, purring contentedly with her softness, warmth, and scent. She giggled as she shivered at his breath on her skin.
"Your favorite pillow, right? Oooh...," She gasps softly with his kisses there in the middle. "Naoh..."
"More than that…," he laughs softly. "It’s closer to the heart of the one I love…"
The smile fades as her mouth opens in an O of astonishment, her brown eyes widening. He could see a very distinctive glow forming at the bottom of them, her cheeks staining with that shade of pink he loved.
"... Huh? Naoya, you...," She swallows hard, and when she speaks again; her voice seems almost choked. "It's- It's the first time you say that..."
He looks at her, big gray eyes peeking out between her breasts. "Hmm? Say what?"
"... You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?," She closes her mouth when her lower lip trembles a little. "It's the first time that you say you love me."
... Oh, fuck. Loudmouth was the perfect nickname for him, wasn't it?
He feels his face burning, his eyes widening, his stomach doing somersaults worthy of an acrobat. Holy shit, he had planned so much, rehearsed so many times in front of the mirror, had fantasized so much about the best ways to confess to her! But he had to blurt it out like that, on the spur of the moment!
“Well, there's nothing you can do about that now, dumbass! Just go with the flow and clear your doubts while you’re at it!"
"Oh..." he babbles, his face red. "Yeah… I said that. Do you like it?"
"… I do," She nods after hesitating, looking at him with an affection so intense it takes his breath away. "Because I feel the same way. I... I love you too, mountain. Uugh, you…!," She hides her face in her hands, as red as he is. "Making me act all sappy when I want to be naughty…!"
He blinks in astonishment, suddenly feeling all warm inside, smiling like an idiot, but not in a perverted way. It was almost as if his eyes had doubled in size, his breath hitching for a minute.
“Damn it, she loves me too!,” was all that ran through his head, like a wonderful movie that he would never get tired of replaying, over and over, until the idea sank in. He looks deep into her eyes, and in her flushed face, he sees no reason to doubt her words.
“She loves me too...”
Then his smile turns into something naughty. "And can't we be both? Here, I'll show you," he kisses her on the neck. "My beautiful, gorgeous, delicious brunette who fills me with hunger…!," and grunts against her skin between kisses. "Raaaawn!"
She squeals and laughs out loud, bucking all over beneath him, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. He couldn't tell if they were from laughter, from happiness or both. All he knew was that she looked even more beautiful that way, damn it!
"Hahahaha! That's a low blohohohow...! My god...," She goes completely limp, throwing her head back, the smile seeming about to tear her face. "I'm so happy, I want you so much..."
"I want you too...," He lifts her skirt, kissing down to arouse her, and massaging her legs in the process, even kissing the inside of one of them to make her shiver with the proximity. And he succeeds, making her shudder all over as she bites her bottom lip.
"Hnnn… you really like kissing me there, don't you? Ever since that time at the love hotel..."
"A fruit like that is something I'll always want to eat," he surprises her by going straight to the middle of her legs, over her panties, biting the fabric. She arches her back into the bed, letting out a loud sound of astonishment and pleasure as she wraps her legs around his head automatically, making his face practically rub against it. Holy shit, that was a leg lock capable of knocking any motherfucker down, no matter how big he was!
"Aaaah...! Yeah, right there...," She support her hands on his head, her nails passing through his scalp, scratching lightly. He only gets a little space to run a finger and push aside her panties and kiss her, right there in the middle. And he opens her lips with his tongue to reach a very important part.
Her moan echoes in the room, her legs opening wider and letting him breathe as well as giving him more room to work. He sees her lift her head, staring at him from between her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her eyes almost black.
"Yes, I love your tongue, I love you, I- oooh, yes, yes...!," She closes her teary eyes tightly with his licks. If he wanted romance amongst the naughtiness, that's what he was going to get. He smiles and kisses her more languidly, loving the sounds she was making, squeezing her buttocks in his hands, lifting her a little higher to explore new areas.
Her toes twitch as she bites her mouth, hands cupping her breasts, her fingers playing with her own nipples. She thanked every deity that might exist that he learned so quickly, that tongue was devilish in every sense of the word. But the damn panties getting in the way were so annoying... she reaches out to cup his face, making him stop.
"Naoh, I wanna try something…"
He stops, looking at her and licking his lips. "What?"
She pulls away just enough so that she can take off her panties, dropping them on the bedroom floor. And then she pats the mattress with her hand, right beside her.
"Lie down for me, please…"
Okubo complies, smirking, curious as to what she's going to do. She notices that he was already quite excited under his pants. If he was like this with just tasting her… She really hoped he was only going to get even more excited about what she was going to do from then on. She smiles, climbing on top of him and kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue before stopping. And then she climbs higher, lifting her hips, until she's right on top of his face, her legs straddled and braced on either side of his head, her breathing faster with the urge.
“Wow, I've always wanted to try this… wanna try it too?"
He smiles. "Wow, if you always wanted to, then it's my dream," he pulls her to literally sit on his face, and sighs. "Nnnnh, thanks, ahahhah," and he laughs before kissing her again.
She can barely laugh along, already moaning with satisfaction and bracing her hands on the headboard for support, moving her hips back and forth slowly, following the path of his tongue.
"Hnnnn, you're- you're welcome... ooh, yeah, you're doing so great... I taught you well, didn't I? Hnnnn...!"
"Being hot is your natural talent…," he says while savoring, supporting her buttocks with his arms so that she can move more comfortably. And she gladly does, squirming in his face and loving it, shivering and throwing her head back every time his tongue goes over her clit, moaning loudly because she knew how much he loved to hear it.
"Oooh...! Naoh, this feels so good... I-I'm almost there, don't stop...!"
And he wouldn't be crazy to do that. He even sucked at her noisily, massaging her legs even more, taking a lick to catch her honey, and punishing her clit with his tongue.
The "punishment" proves too much for her, and soon he's tasting her, pure and concentrated, on his tongue, accompanied by those familiar pulsations and her moan that was almost a scream, filling his ears like erotic music.
"AaaAAAAH! Naoooh...," She bends forward, her legs shaking on either side of his head. "My- My god, you're too good for me, hnnnn..."
This softened his ego so much that if someone made a roast beef out of him right now, it would be the juiciest of dishes. He gave her one last kiss before making her come down and sit on his lap so he could appreciate her face, her messy hair, her rosy cheeks, her shuddering breath. She finds his semi-smug face.
"I'm just what you deserve me to be, Tomoh..."
She even shudders at the husky tone of his voice, as well as the place where she was sitting. The bulge brushing between her sensitive parts…she shivers all over as she bends down to kiss him, not caring that his mouth was all sticky.
"Hnnn... oh yeah? So you deserve me to be very good to you too..."
And she bends down to kiss and lick his broad chest, as he had done to her. He laughs a little, feeling a little ticklish, but still lets her kiss him, holding onto her waist, biting his lip as he feels her sway on top of him. He wanted to remove the rest of her clothes, but he let her play with him a little more. Things shouldn't be rushed, not when he wanted to enjoy every second.
Soon her hands were on the waistband of his pants, and apparently she didn't have much patience for teasing that day, because she was soon opening the button and unzipping his pants, licking her lips as she did so.
“Hnnn… you got that way just from licking me?," She asks hoarsely, getting rid of his pants and holding his cock by the base.
"And seeing you, smelling you… I have to control myself, you know? Hnm," he sighs when she holds him and starts massaging him. "And now, with you touching me, there's no other way I can be…"
"I can see that... what if I do this?," She looks at him as she licks the tip, circling it with her tongue before closing her lips around it and sucking. "Hnnn…"
He trembles, biting his lip and hissing. "I think… oh… I don’t think I need to answer, right…? Ooh…," he holds her hair, in a ponytail on top of her head, so as not to disturb either her job or the view. She responds by lowering her mouth further, circling it with her tongue and then moving up while applying pressure. And from there she said nothing more, letting her actions speak for herself, eyes closed as she moved her head up and down, her mouth making smacking sounds. Her enjoying doing it so much was something he was never going to get tired of, holy shit.
"Tomori... hmmmm…," he murmurs. "Ooh… and you still talk about me… oohh… I'm loving this… hmmm… yeah, babe, just like that, oohm…"
She looks at him, not stopping what she was doing, but changing tactics a little by releasing him and closing her mouth around his cock, goingo up and down while holding him with one hand, the other resting on his thigh. That mischievous face, those eyes staring shamelessly into his... how could he ever think she was the epitome of innocence?
He had never been so happy to be wrong. Wolf in sheep's clothing, indeed. And what a wolf!
"Hnnn… I really do," She murmurs after releasing him to breathe. "Because I know you're as naughty as I am," And she keeps going back and forth with her tongue, from base to tip. He doesn't deny it, because it was the purest truth, and because that hot pressure rising prevented him from being very coherent.
"Uuhh… hnmmm… Tomoh… oh," he trembles. "I'm… hmm… I'm almost…"
She retraces all the way to the tip at that, closing her mouth around him again and sucking hard, massaging what she couldn't quite swallow with her fingers, her tongue punishing the slit, as he had done to her. He loved it when she got vindictive like that, damn it!
"Hmmm! Oohh… Tomo-ohhh!," he arches his back at his climax, trembling at the base, and upon feeling that he's locked, she quickly feels him spurt into her mouth, hot and plentiful. She sucked some more to clean it all up, enjoying his dazed face. She then lets go of him, taking a deep breath and licking her lips before going up, kissing his body all the way until she reaches his mouth, which she kisses even harder.
"Hnnn, I love the way you taste..."
He doesn't respond right away this time, just reciprocating, hugging her tightly, massaging her back, hips and buttocks happily, and then letting go of her mouth.
"Hnn... I can't find anything I don't love about you, Tomori."
She smiles, and this time, it was a tender, cheerful, adorable smile like only the ones she knew how to give. She gives him a peck and hugs him back, her head snuggled into his shoulder.
"If you think about it a little bit, you should find something, but I won't ask you to do that. Right now I can't think of anything I don't love about you too..."
He smiles, stroking her hair. It was so soft… he even closed his eyes in satisfaction, stretching out on the bed. He could feel himself light-headed, carefree…
"Naoh...," She calls out suddenly, her voice low, hesitant. "Did you… did you mean it when you said that earlier? It... wasn't it on the spur of the moment?"
"Hm?," he looks at her. "I decided to be honest with you, didn't I? So, yeah, I'm serious...," He didn't want to say how much he wasn't willing to let go of her at any moment; he still feared that it could be used against him, somehow. He loved her and that was undeniable, but holy shit, if that story about true love not making you blind wasn't true. She curls up in his arms, sighing.
“It's just that sometimes it feels too good to be true, you know. I don't know if you feel the same or if it's just me..."
"I have no idea how to compare it, Tomoh…," he sighs. "But I just know that I really care and I'm willing to prove it."
"… Then say it again," She asks, swallowing a little. "Please. Now that our heads are a little clearer..."
She sounded fragile, for some reason. As if she was afraid of something and wanted to be reassured, comforted…he didn't know what had caused it, or if for some reason she had trouble believing it. But if that was a trap...
“Is that what you expect from the woman you swear you love? Maybe you don't love her that much then. And you keeps accusing her of always jumping to the worst conclusions.”
Guilt makes him cringe too. And it's the desire to prove to his conscience how wrong it was that impels him to say what she wanted to hear, and honestly, what he's wanted to say for so long.
"I love you, Tomori," he smiles, and speaks a little louder. "I love you, Shortie."
She lets out a loud, pig-like snort and quickly covers her mouth to stifle her ridiculous laughter. He, on the other hand, laughs out loud without trying to hide it.
"What the fuck was that noise?!
"Shut- Shut up, leave me alone! You're the one who started with this 'shortie' thing..."
"Which is what you are!"
“Anyone is short next to you, you freakin' Ent..."
"If you knew half of my social circle, you wouldn't say that. Now it's your turn!"
"Me? Oooh, now I don't want to..."
"No, now I want to hear it from you too, Piglet!"
She slaps his chest, trying to look angry and failing. There's a brief moment of silence before she looks up at him, her cheeks flushed, a smile lifting the corners of her lips.
"I love you too, Naoya."
He kisses her, as if to reward her, but also tickles her just as a joke, trapping her. It works, considering how she giggles against his lips and squirms, trying to escape his arms but soon giving up.
"Uugh, you take advantage of me just because I'm a 'shortie'…," She whimpers after returning the kiss. "I'm glad I found ways to knock you down, haha."
"I want you to knock me down, that's why I tease you," He smiles mischievously. "How are you going to do it now?"
Her lids droop, her brown eyes darkening again. She lifts her head enough to brush her lips against his neck, tracing his Adam's apple with her tongue and slowly sucking the skin there as she wraps her legs around his waist.
"I'll do it with words," She murmurs in a hoarse tone. "Let me ride you like a bull, c'mon."
"Ooohh," he smiles at her, after shivering with her words. "So you want me to be your bull… hehe, I like that…," he holds her breasts. "But only if you let me move like one and give you trouble."
"Even better. I'm going to love to tame this bull," She bites her lower lip with his hands on her breasts, giving him a quick peck "Do you have a condom? I brought one in my purse, but it's in the living room and I'm too lazy to get out of bed and go get it, hahaha."
"Yeah, I do," he reaches out to get his pants, and from there he removes his wallet, handing it to her. "Right here!"
"Thank you very much. Now if you excuse me...," She kisses him, and with her hands on his shoulders, she encourages him to lie down again. She goes back to holding his cock by the base, stroking it with her hand in that up and down movement that made him a little dizzy. She even went back to licking and kissing the tip to make it easier, dammit... he couldn't stay put in bed after that. Or, just that specific part. The rest lay flat, while another grew larger.
"Ohh… I really can't get enough of this, Tomoh."
"I know, that's why I can't either," She gives him a wink before covering him up and getting up, positioning herself on top of him and biting her bottom lip as she made him brush against her, threatening to fit and not doing so, just to tease him. "Are you enjoying the view?"
"Yeah... it's the best view," he smiles, keeping his hands away from her, but placing them under the torso, his eyes narrowing with the near-contact. "I love when you tease me, I can't get enough…"
She lifts her hips just enough to position herself, and then she moans softly as she sits back down, shuddering at the warm, luscious feel of him slowly entering her. "Ooh, I can't get enough of that either…!"
He hisses low at the contact, but doesn't hold her legs this time. He starts to move his hips with her on top of him. "Now… hmm… it's your turn to ride the bull, he's moving..."
She gasps when he thrusts deeper into her like that, hitting a spot that made her nearly lose her balance. She leans her hands on the headboard again, moaning and trying to keep up with the movements of his hips as she lowers and raises hers, squeezing herself in the process so it feels even better for him.
"Oooh... Let's- Let's see about that... hnnn, Naoh...!"
"Hnmmm… Tomoo ohh…," he groans, moving his hips with her. "Hmm… I can feel you taking me all the way in, oohhh…," He looked at her, his eyes seeming to devour her, while he hissed and gasped with her grips and thrusts.
“And you're going so deep, I love it so much…” She gasps, her expression a little dazed, and he watches her breasts bounce as she rides him hard, sweat trickling down her skin, her full and wavy hair disheveled, wild. Hell, what had he done to deserve such a wonderful view? He didn't know but he was loving it and he wanted her wild like that whenever she wanted to ride him.
"Ohhh… Tomori…," he bites his lip, moving his hips harder. "Hnmmmm… that's so fuckin' good… but… I want to see you…," and he takes a hand to the middle of her legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I wanna see you coming for me…"
"Aaaah! I- I will, I'm almost there, almost...! Na- NaooOOH!," And she collapses on top of him, shivering all over as she squeezed him hard in those rhythmic pulses, and it was so good that she was so much smaller than him, because it felt even better that way, holy shit...!
"Ooohhh… me- me too- hhnnNNNn!," he trembles as he collapses onto the mattress with her on top of him, instinctively holding her hips as he reaches his climax, panting heavily, even rolling his eyes back in delight. He hears, from somewhere in the distance, her breathless giggle. He feels her soft, warm, sweaty body lie over his, and soon, her lips are attacking his in a hungry kiss, her chest rising and falling quickly with his.
"Hnnn... there- there we go... a duly tamed bull..."
"Moooow!," he bellows playfully, laughing out loud along with her afterwards. She gives him one more kiss before lifting her hips, pulling him out of her, and pulling out the condom for him. And she even gives one more lick and a suck on the tip to emphasize, that miniature devil. He shudders and gasps, and she smirks at him.
"You clown... lucky for you that was so good..."
"You're invited to do it more often with me," he smiles, rolling over on the bed to face down. "Come on, let's see the bathroom and then we'll take a shower so we can watch Seki's match."
“If we fit in your bathtub together, I'm up for it. Carry me?," She asks, reaching her arms to him. "My legs are still wobbly, riding you demands a lot from me."
"Don't even ask twice," he picks her up and carries her, taking her to the bathroom. "hohoho, I'm carrying you like a princess! I love it."
"I'm the King of Combat's princess then?" I love it too," She giggles, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes, smiling satisfied. "I accept the title with all the honors that come with it. Being carried is one of them."
"No, no, princesses are too cute for what you really are," He laughs. "If I'm the King, then you have to be the Queen."
She flushed with happiness, even swinging her legs as she hugged him back.
“Okay, a Queen, then. Your queen…”
He had to stop himself from bouncing with happiness as he carried her into the bathroom. He still wanted to retain a shred of goddamn dignity!
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"Damn, Naoh… your bathtub is a dream come true!," Tomori sighs while she and Okubo leave the bathroom, steam following them through the door left open. He smiles as he closes it behind him.
"Did you like it?"
"I loved it! It was like walking into a private bath house where no one makes a fuss about my tattoo,” She smiles at him over her shoulder, finishing wrapping herself in the fluffy towel. His expression becomes insinuating.
"And where we won't be kicked out if we decide to play in there a little. All pros and no cons," He approaches and bends down, moving her wet hair away to smell the nape of her neck, making her shiver. "You can bathe in it whenever you want."
"Hnnn… and what is the fee?"
"Your cookies, your kisses... and whatever else you want to give me," And he takes a bite on her warm and fragrant skin, making her shudder and laugh, moving away from him by slapping his hand.
"You're very easy to please, aren't you?"
"Yeah, that's how lucky you are! Almost as much as I am..."
"Stop it, you...," She laughs and gasps when he grabs her by the hips, pulling her to smell and kiss her neck. "That way we'll end up in an endless sex-bath cycle, again and again..".
“You say it like it's a bad thing."
"It's not, but I really don't want to lose Mr. Seki's match. C'mon, don't make that face," She asks when he frowns. "I already told you that you have no reason to be jealous..."
"What? ... Oh no, that's not it," He shakes his head after a few seconds of confusion. "I was just remembering something and I got thoughtful..."
"Can I know what it is or is this another one of your secrets?"
"No…," He scratches the back of his head, looking to the side in sudden embarrassment. "I can talk about it, but it's just… it's kinda ridiculous, to be honest."
"Look, I think we've already reached the intimacy stage where ridiculous situations are part of the package," She argues. "We've moved on from there. I promise I won't make fun of it... too much."
He rolls his eyes, trying not to smile too much when she laughs.
"I would be worried about you if you didn't make fun of it. Anyway...," He shakes his head. "Remember that time when I was trying to win you back after my fuck-up? With the gifts and everything..."
She raises her eyebrows a little, nodding slowly.
"Kinda hard to forget. First the chocolate box, then half a flower shop's stock..."
"And you liked it, you can stop with the exasperated tone," He snorts. "But anyway, the chocolate and the flowers… they weren't the first gifts I bought for you. There's another one... and you can use one of them if you like. They're comfortable..."
"Huh?," She blinks, momentarily confused. And then her eyes widen a little when she understands. "Wait, you – you bought me clothes?"
“Uh… yes?," It was supposed to come out as a statement, but it came out more like a question, given the slight nervousness.
"In plural?"
"Yeaaaah...?"
"Aah… oh, Naoh…," She blushes a bit, scratching an arm. "I… oh, damn, I don't want to sound ungrateful, I swear I'm happy about it, but… how much did they cost?"
He frowns, a little sullen.
“Hey, hey, you don't ask the price of a gift given from the heart."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I...," She ends up sighing. "Anyway, why didn't you give them to me before, in that case?"
"Well… I was going to, but the guys warned me that it might be… inappropriate," He gestures uncertainly. "Under the circumstances, at least."
She blinks again. And then her eyes widened even more, her checks blushing even harder, and this time it wasn't hard for Okubo to read her expression.
"It's not lingerie or anything like that!," he exclaims, alarmed, and she immediately relaxes, taking a deep breath in relief.
"Oooh, good… but what else would be considered inappropriate, in that case?," She asks, and it's his turn to blush. He wets his lips and turns to his closet.
"Yeah, I think you'd better see for yourself..."
He opens the door, allowing her a brief glimpse of the various shelves drawers, the hangers and the items of clothing they hold, the shoes, the baseball caps and various boxes containing sporting equipment before he closes the door behind him. He leaves about half a minute later, carrying a pile of T-shirts, looking a little mortified.
"Okay... first of all, promise you won't get mad at me?"
“I… I don't know if I can promise something like that, so I'll just promise I'll try,” She says after hesitating, to which he sighs.
"Fair enough... here, they're all the same size, so if they don't fit... oh no, the refund deadline has already expired, so it doesn't even matter," He sighs again, more dramatically, and Tomori just can't contain herself.
"Damn, now I'm more curious than worried! Let me see this..."
She picks up the top T-shirt from the pile and unfolds it. She is expressionless for about a second. Then her jaw drops.
"Oh, God..."
"Yeah…," he pouted. "I bought some shirts printed with my face from the store, because well, you're my fan, and I thought if I gave you some… but the guys said…," and he stopped, looking at her. "What's with that face, Tomoh?"
“… It's- It's just that I…,” She starts to say, not seeming to know how to continue. She turns the T-shirt over, checking the back of it and showing him his own face, in profile and smiling, stamped there in a scale of white and gray. She clenches her mouth, holding back a farting sound. "I… I kinda already have one of these, hahaha!"
"... Oh," he sighs. "Okay, I didn't see that coming. So does that mean you like it?"
"Of course!," She exclaims, clearly more relaxed, and that was a tremendous relief. "I mean, if you'd given me that back then, I would've found you very audacious," She admits, but without stopping smiling. "But now… damn, why I wouldn't like it? You gave me the entire collection!," She leaves the shirt aside and goes to inspect the others, excited. "Do you want me to wear one of them, then?"
"Well, they are kind of tailored for you, I think," he says, without much idea in his head. "I hope I got the size right and it's not too tight."
"Let me see…," She removes the towel, allowing him to have his favorite view for a few seconds before putting on one of the shirts. She opens her arms, smiling, showing his own face on her chest. "Yeah, it fits! How do I look?"
"Just like Donald Duck," he laughs. "Wearing a shirt and nothing else."
“Uh… aaah, you jerk!," She hides the middle of her legs with her hands, turning red again, while he bursts out laughing. "If I knew how to make a Donald Duck impression, I'd tell you everything you deserve to hear in his voice!"
"Hahahah, and who said I didn't like it?," Okubo smiles. "You look great in it. If it was up to me, you'd watch the match like this. It would make my job easier later..."
She puffs out her cheeks, still flushed.
"Pervert... I'll wear at least one pair of pajama shorts. Can you imagine me jumping up and down and screaming while my lady bits are ventilated? No, thanks!," She lets him have one more fit of laughter before continuing, smiling knowingly. "But you sure don't play around, huh. Wanting me to watch another one of my idols fight while wearing your face on my chest... they call it 'marking territory', right?"
"Oh, come on," he laughs again. "It's not like you're making a fool of yourself for wearing my face on your clothes… except if it was in front of an audience."
"I know I'm not. But I'd only wear it in front of an audience if you were also wearing something like that, so we can even it out," She jokes.
"Hmmm…," He has an idea. "I think I know exactly what I can do! Wait a minute," he walks into the closet and closes the door. About a minute later, he speaks from inside. "Ready, Tomoh?"
“I have no idea what for, but sure,” She nods, looking curiously at the door.
"Okay, there you go!," he walks out the door, and there he is, dressed from head to toe as a clown. "Ta-daaaa," he waves his gloved hands, smiling, joking around.
"Uh- Ooooh, my God!," She scratches like a crow, laughing and then pointing. "It's a Kuidaore Taro costume! I can't believe you have something like this, hahahaha!"
"Well, this is a new version, but yes, I do," he scratches the back of his neck. "I wore it in the last tournament I participated in, the guys even encouraged me… but nobody recognized me and that sucked," He sighs. "But it's fine, at least my number one fan recognized it and that's enough for me."
"How could I not recognize it? I baked a whole batch of cookies with his face the second time you visited the bakery, remember? Oh, my Gohohohod...," She bends over herself, still laughing. "All that's missing is the little drum and the drumsticks! Oooh man, I have to take a picture, wait!," And she runs out of the room, with her ass still out.
"Okay, now I'm feeling kinda weird watching you run with your ass out like a nutcase. I want to see more, but I'm dressed as a clown and it's distracting me from my cosplay! My God, that's so fucking perverted, ahahhahaha," He stifles a laugh.
"Dude, control yourself, you have to maintain the character! Come here, the lighting in the living room is better," She calls, and when he goes, she's wearing tiny silk shorts, her phone already in her hand. "Okay, can you concentrate better now?"
"Awwww…," he pouted, and in that costume, it looked like someone had hurt the clown's feelings. "Now I'm bummed, I wanted to keep this mental image of you being cute and sexy in my living room…"
"Naoya, look at the size of these pajama shorts! Only the complete set can be sexier than that," She slaps her own ass, laughing. "You'll see for yourself later. Come on, you don't want to appear in the photo with your 'circus tarp' all set up, do you? Hehehahaha!"
"Damn, that'd be one hell of a weird porn… but I'm not going to do that. Okay, if you're taking a pic, what pose should I do?"
"The classic 'playing drums' pose would be perfect, but I don't think you have the drum or the sticks... Oooh, I know, do a super sentai pose, it'll look funny!," She puts the phone horizontally. And relax, I won't" show it to anyone, it'll just be for me to keep as a souvenir. You look so cute, my God...!," she coos, and it didn't sound mocking. Hell, what had he done to deserve that woman?
He smiles. "Okay then, how about Ultraman's pose, like this?," he raises one arm and flexes the other, leaving his legs apart. "Then I'll open my best Kuidaore smile, just like this…," he smiles.
She laughs out loud and snaps the photo. And then another one hits. And other. And yet another, all of it non stop laughing, varying angles, herself seeming to strike poses in her excitement.
"That's perfect! Now flex your muscles... yes, just like that!," She was approving, and then she runs to him, hugging him from the side. "Wow, I can even see 'em through the costume! Lookin' gooood..."
"And it's all yours," He smiles. "Well, how about if I do this…?," He flexes his arms downwards, making them appear under the costume, and still looking smiling like an idiot, to Tomori's delight. "Yeah, now how about a-," He cuts himself off when he hears the doorbell ring "Oh".
She stops laughing, looking a little startled at the door.
"Oh, are- are you expecting someone? Who is that-"
"HEEEY, IS ANYBODY HOME?!," A thundering voice is heard from the other side of the door. "Is this where someone ordered a half margherita, half Florentine pizza, to match the owner's egg head?"
Tomori's eyes widen. "Rihito?"
"What the…!," he blinks. "I didn't invite him over…," He goes to the door and answers it. "Hey, Rihito, you could've told me you were coming, man!," He stops halfway to open the door when he sees Himuro and Kaneda. "Oh, you guys came too…," and he opens his mouth in astonishment when he notices the seven feet tall man right behind them. "Agito?!"
"Huh?," Tomori frowns, approaching to try to see behind Okubo's body. She could see Rihito, Himuro, Kaneda and... holy crap, who was that giant man right behind them?!
"Can you believe it, dude? Rihito ran into him when he was leaving Yamashita's office and…," Himuro was about to say, but he was interrupted as he looked him up and down, making a slightly perplexed expression. "What's with the costume?"
"And… Miss Uta? You're here?!," Kaneda widens his eyes when he notices Tomori, right behind Okubo. Rihito widens his eyes too, looking from her to the bald man, stopping to analyze the situation... and then making a face that was a mixture of horror and disgust.
"Holy shit, what the hell were you two doing in here?!"
The couple turns extremely red. An awkward silence falls over the group for a few moments. And that's when the huge man right behind the other three idiots, with slicked back dark hair, sunken eyes without eyebrows and wearing biker attire, finally speaks.
"Hnnn… is this what Narushima Koga calls 'bad timing'?"
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#Kengan Ashura#Kengan Omega#kenganverse#fanfiction#Okubo Naoya#Naoya Okubo#okubo x oc#kengan oc#Rihito#Himuro Ryo#Kaneda Suekichi#Kanoh Agito#cookies'n cream#the heavy bakery series
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Totally Spies (Valkyries) Chapter 23
@sunshinebingo @aelinchocolatelover
That evening, Team Night took Team Exile’s advice. They all decided to have a game night at Lucien’s estate. After Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie finished all of their homework, they practically begged the boys to have a game night tonight at the Vanserras. They declined at first since the last time they went over there, they snuck in. But Lucien assured them it was okay and the whole sneaking around never happened. So, the boys decided to take Team Exile’s offer and spend the evening playing video games with Lucien and his friends.
It was currently 6pm and the sky was just now getting dark. “I can’t believe we actually agreed to this.” Cassian said as he saw the girls walking ahead of them. Nesta and Emerie were bragging about which game would be cooler to play while Gwyn was walking beside them carrying Shadow who chilled in her touch. Azriel rolled his eyes at the two of them. “I can’t believe we agreed to take Shadow.”
“No, you agreed. We only said yes because we wanted them to stop fake crying.” Cassian recoiled as Rhysand chuckled. “I can’t believe you of all people fell for it.” Now this time, both Rhysand and Azriel laughed. Cassian frowned but started to laugh as well. “We’re here!” Gwyn called out as the girls raced to the estate.
The estate’s gate was locked so Emerie tried to bang on it. “Hey, Lucien! We’re here!” Rhysand couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s an intercom on the side of the gate, you didn’t have to shout,” he said, ruffling the girl’s hair. Azriel walked over to the intercom and told Lucien they’d arrived. In an instant, the gate opened up. The girls cheered and ran into the forest of the estate. “Hey guys, don’t run!” Cassian tried to warn them but the girls were completely out of earshot. Having no choice, the boys jogged after them.
Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie found their way to the front door of the estate. Emerie was about to knock again, but the door swung open before she could. Vassa looked at the girls and smiled. “Hey guys, you made it!” she said as the girls said hi. “Where are the boys?”
“Over here.” Vassa and the girls looked to see Rhysand and his brothers right behind them. They were also breathing heavily like they just finished running. “You guys okay?” Vassa asked as Rhysand replied, “Ask me that after you have to chase after 3 kids in the dark.”
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Lucien was right about having a tone of video games. He practically had the entire store. The game room in Lucien’s house was as big as a movie theater. He had an Xbox, ps5, Wii, and Nintendo. While Cassian and Nesta betted to see who can beat one another in Mario kart, Azriel and Rhysand chilled in the soft and comfy chairs at the pool table with Lucien and Vassa. Gwyn was sitting in one of the chairs watching Cassian and Nesta play Mario Kart while petting Shadow. Emerie and Jurian had snuck off somewhere, but it didn’t matter. The boys knew Jurian was a good guy.
“It really was nice of you to invite us, Lucien,” Rhysand said as Lucien finished drinking a soda can. “It was my pleasure Rhys. We’re not close friends, but you are one of my favorites apart from Tamlin.” Hearing Tamlin’s name stung.
He and Tamlin used to be close. But after he betrayed him and his entire family, Prythian hasn’t really been on the best of terms with Spring. In the end, Tamlin’s family was demoted from going out into the field work for an entire decade. It was a fair punishment for some, but Rhysand never looked at him the same after that.
He even started calling him Flower Boy after the incident. His reputation was ruined after that. However, Tamlin came back on top after he started a fight with him back in grade school. Rhysand’s own reputation was damaged after that. A small part of him felt bad for humiliating Tamlin, but he’ll never apologize for it.
Azriel, sensing his brother’s stiff body, placed a hand on his shoulder. Rhysand tapped his hand as a way of saying thanks. “So, I heard you guys got expelled from college,” Lucien said with a smirk. Vassa laughed as Rhysand and Azriel rolled their eyes. “You can blame that on Cass.”
“It was ONE BUILDING!” Cassian shouted as Nesta fired a red turtle shell as his character while her character finished in 1st place. “YES!”
“NO!” Cassian cried as Nesta laughed and started to do a victory dance in her seat. “I beat you; I beat you!” Nesta chanted while Cassian playfully glared at the 13-year-old. “You only won because I got distracted.”
“That was your own fault.” Nesta fired back as Gwyn laughed at her comment. Now, Cassian was glaring at both of them. “You’re both lucky you’re still children. You’d be hearing from my lawyer about this.”
“You can’t afford a lawyer!”
“You are my lawyer Az!”
“I don’t work for free.” Nesta and Gwyn laughed at Azriel’s comment.
Turning away from the trio, Azriel faced the others. “Sorry about that, my client was being bitchy today.”
“He’s always bitchy.” Rhysand commented making everyone laugh harder. However, the laughter soon died out when everyone started hearing laser-firing sounds. “What the?” Rhysand said as he and the others started to get up. Before they all started to worry, Emerie zoomed down the stairs waving something small in her hand. “Hey guys look what I found!” she said smiling from ear to ear while Jurian raced down the stairs with her.
Getting a closer look, Lucien spoke. “A pen?” he asked as Emerie shook her head. “Not just any pen. A laser pen!” she cheered as Lucien widen his eyes. “Oh no.” he said as he and Vassa stomped toward Jurian who was trying to explain that Emerie tricked him into finding a small weapon.
Azriel walked over to Emerie and snatched the pen away. “Emerie, no weapons.” he said coldly as Emerie pouted. “Aw, but it’s so cool.” she whined trying to reach for the pen. Azriel dangled the pen. “I said no.” he replied as Emerie stopped reaching. “Hey Az, what’s that on your head?”
“Huh?” Azriel looked away for a split moment. Big mistake. Emerie smirked and jumped onto Azriel, grabbing his shoulders for support. “Woah! Hey!” Azriel tried to wiggle Emerie off of him, but Emerie only smirked and grabbed the pen from his palm. “Haha! Mine!” she yelled in triumph. Azriel regained his footing and reached out to grab the girl, but Emerie had already jumped off of him after she grabbed the pen. “Emerie, give that back!”
“How did she even get that anyway?” Rhysand asked as he, Azriel, and the others turned to Jurian. Jurian smiled nervously while scratching the back of his head. “Well, she said she needed something to write with, so I gave her a pen.”
“You gave her the laser pointing pen!” Vassa yelled. “It’s not my fault. Lucien doesn’t label them.” Jurian fired back trying to put the blame on Lucien. Emerie groaned. “Relax guys, I can handle a tiny laser pointer.”
And then all hell broke loose. Emerie’s thumb accidentally pressed the top of the pen, causing the laser to shoot out of it, startling everyone. It bounced off the mirror near one of the theater lights, bounced off Gwyn’s pegasus necklace, and Jurian dodged it by bumping into Lucien. The laser zoomed its way near Rhysand, but he ducked in time.
For a moment, no one said anything. Until Rhysand glared at Emerie. She laughed nervously and placed the pen in her pocket. “Um...oops?” Rhysand, still glaring, held out his hand gesturing for the young girl to give him the weapon. Realizing that it’d be better if she didn’t get on her friend’s bad side, Emerie coughed up the pen. “Sorry,”
Rhysand sighed and turned around for a moment to facepalmed. “What am I gonna do with you?” Rhysand didn’t get a response. Instead, he heard sound of laughter coming from Emerie and Vassa. Turning around, Rhysand looked to find Azriel looking away and Jurian and Lucien trying not to laugh. He also noticed his brother Cassian and the girls Nesta and Gwyn were here, arriving while the laser pointer show was in affect. Nesta and Gwyn were laughing like Emerie . Cassian was merely chuckling silently.
“What?” Rhysand asked as Azriel took a picture of the back of his head. Before Rhysand could ask what was that for, Azriel showed him picture. Rhysand’s eye were as wide as the sun. There was a bald spot. Right in the middle of the back of his head. And, it was noticeable. The laser bounced off the wall from behind him and hit his head. And he didn’t even know it.
But he did know one thing. Someone has to pay. “EMERIE!!!!!!!!!”
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Silent Sparks - Volt 34
Warnings: None?
Word count: 3724
Notes:
Italics - Tsukare signing
Bold italics - Family member/friend signing
'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts
Masterlist
Volt 33 | Volt 35
After a bit longer of the three playing Mario Kart, we decided to get changed into clothes for bed. Mina skipped up the stairs to go change into her clothes while the four of us changed in the basement.
I regret life decisions.
I got changed as quickly as possible, not wanting to be left in the open for longer than necessary. Even after I changed into the black tank top Kiri let me borrow and a pair of grey joggers, I felt two sets of eyes on me. Cautiously, I looked up to see a set of golden and crimson eyes, the former staring with wide eyes and the latter staring quizzically.
"Everything okay?" I asked lightly, worried about the two reacting to seeing the angry lines on my stomach.
"Is your chest bigger than mine?" Kirishima asked curiously, I blinked once, then twice before fiddling with my hearing aids.
"I just got these things, did I hear you right? Did you ask if my chest is bigger than yours?" Sero fell back cackling and clenching his stomach.
"Yeah! Bro look how tight that tank top is on you!" I looked down at my torso, I could feel how tight it was to begin with but looking down I saw just how tight it was.
"Why is Sero laughing on the floor?" Mina asked as she came back in.
"Mina, is Tsukabros chest bigger than mine?" Kiri asked her seriously. She stood there for a minute before walking closer, examining our chests at side views before giving her answer.
"My answer is, yes. His chest is bigger than yours." I raised an eyebrow incredulously as Sero failed at stopping his laughter.
"Really?" I asked in shock, to which the girl happily nodded.
"Mhm! Also I'm totally making you guys make a Tik Tok with me, I'll teach you guy's the dance for it!" Kiri sarcastically groaned and I looked at him confused.
"Almost every time we hang out or have a sleep over, Mina makes us learn a different Tik Tok dance. Sero's the only one that can keep up with her." I could tell he wasn't angry about it but feigning annoyance.
"What'd you choose this time?" Sero asked her and she quickly pulled up the video on her phone. The four of us circling around to watch what our bubbly friend was going to make us do. "Pon de replay by Rihanna? Simple enough, I thought you would've given me something a little more challenging Mina." The girl giggled at that.
"Please, you're the only one here that can keep up with me! Plus we have Tsukababes for the first time, gotta start off small." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly as I sat down on one of the couches.
"Onryo, this is your chance to say no. Save yourself before you're stuck doing these things forever." Denki said dramatically making me laugh a bit.
"It can't be that bad. What's the worst that'll happen? I find out I can't dance?" This caused the two people with said ability to look at me in shock.
"Wait, did Denks just call you by your given name?" Sero asked curiously.
"Have you never danced before?" Mina asked immediately after.
"Yes, to both..." I knew my lack of dancing would probably make the two erupt in chaos, and it did. Mina smacked her hands to her face and looked at me flabbergasted.
"I shouldn't be surprised with who your Dad is, but isn't Miss Midnight like, your honorary Aunt? And she never taught you to dance? She seems like the dancing type!" I chuckled lightly and shrugged.
"I'm sure she does but again, she's the 'R-Rated Hero' for a reason. So it's probably a good thing I haven't seen her dance." Mina nodded after thinking for a moment.
"Yeah that makes sense. Okay, so tomorrow, we're going to the park and we're gonna do it there!" Everyone silently agreed, tired after a full week of classes and studying.
While Sero and Kiri blew up the two air mattresses, I tried to sneak a look at Denki, only to see he was already looking at me. Our eyes met and I felt my heart skip a beat, neither of us daring to look away first. The yellow irises staring back at me were enamoring. I couldn't find the strength to look away, even as my face flushed.
"I still can't believe your chest is bigger than mine, Tsukabro." Kiri said casually as he laid on the now inflated mattress whilst staring at the ceiling, his statement making both of us turn to look at him, thus ending our prolonged eye contact.
"After finals we can start going to the gym together if you want." He pumped a fist into the air while smiling.
"Yeah! I'm pumped! How much do you bench?" I thought for a moment since I haven't been able to use any heavy weights lately.
"Uh, probably like 175 to 180 (79.3-81.6 kilograms) but that was at the start of the school year so it could be different now." Kirishima's eyes widened into saucers.
"Bro I'm benching like, 150 (68 kilograms) at best!" I sheepishly smiled, noticing Kaminari gawking at the difference.
"W-Well you've been working out for half the time I have so it's only natural, right?" He hummed in thought before nodding.
Mina plopped down beside me on the couch and rested her head on my shoulder, quietly asking if it was okay to which I nodded.
"Okay amigos, we should get some sleep before one of us has to pick up a sleeping Mina and get her onto the air mattress." She groaned about having to move but got up and plopped down next to Kirishima.
"Sorry Tsukababes," Mina yawned as she rested her head on Kiri's bicep, "I always end up laying on someone in my sleep and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I blame it on the fact that I cuddle my stuffed animals at home." My heart warmed at the fact that she didn't want to risk pushing my comfort on anything, even platonically.
"Thanks Min." She gave me a sleepy smile and a half nod. "Also uh, would one of you be able to wake me up in the morning? I don't wanna bother all of you with the light on my alarm and my hearing aids have to charge." I hesitantly asked, not used to asking for accommodations from my friends.
"I'll wake you up, don't worry about it." Sero told me, my shoulders relaxing. I took my hearing aids out, plugged in the charging stand and hooked them up. I turned and saw Sero's lips moving.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I was just saying how I've never seen hearings aids before, it's cool." I gave him a small smile, happy that my friends were so chill about everything.
"If you want you guys can get a closer look in the morning." Sero nodded excitedly, while the others agreed in their own way.
I laid down on the far right side of the air mattresses, Sero opting to take the other end beside Kiri and Mina, which left Denki to sleep next to me. I simply laid on my back, one arm tucked under my head and the other grasping my phone since with my screwed up sleep schedule, I wasn't falling asleep any time soon. After about twenty minutes, a text from a certain blond laying beside me caught my attention.
From Pikachu:
Hey :)
To Pikachu:
Hey :)
From Pikachu:
Can't sleep?
To Pikachu:
I'm usually up late, insomnia and whatnot
To Pikachu:
What are you still doing up? Shouldn't you be asleep like everyone else?
From Pikachu:
I have a hard time falling asleep, happens to the best of us
To Pikachu:
I'm sorry about that
I hesitated before sending my next text, hoping I wasn't coming off too strong.
To Pikachu:
Is there anything I can do to help?
From Pikachu:
Uh, I don't know, I know you don't go out of your way for physical affection and stuff so I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or have you feel obligated or anything
To Pikachu:
I'm mostly uncomfortable with touch from people I don't know or if I'm in a weird mood, I would tell you outright if anything you guys did made me uncomfortable
From Pikachu:
Okay you've convinced me to ask
From Pikachu:
Can I use your arm as a pillow? I can feel how warm you are from here 😳
To Pikachu:
Sure
He looked over at me, our phones illuminating our faces and I just hoped he couldn't see how red I was.
He shuffled over towards me, careful not to wake up anyone beside us and with one last hesitant look, his head rested on my bicep. Golden tresses fanning out over my muscle and pillow, small bits sticking up sporadically but still looking perfect.
From Pikachu:
Thank you, you're really comfortable :)
To Pikachu:
No need to thank me, I'll still be up for a little bit
With my arm being bent, it gave me the right angle to play with his hair, and since that always relaxes me, that's what I did. My fingertips raked across his scalp, combing through the hair that I could given the way my arm was.
From Pikachu:
If you keep doing that I might not stay awake much longer
To Pikachu:
The goal was to help you sleep, Denks
From Pikachu:
Yeah but then if I fall asleep you'll be alone :(
To Pikachu:
It's okay if you fall asleep, I'm getting tired myself
From Pikachu:
Fine but you better get some sleep
To Pikachu:
I will, night Denks
From Pikachu:
Night Ryo
He locked his phone but I left mine on while I scrolled through social media to give him something to fall asleep to, my hand still treading through his soft hair until I felt his body weight drop a bit. His head losing all support it previously had and completely relaxing. I locked my phone and pulled his blanket up over him a little bit more before letting my eyes fall shut.
——————
When I woke up to Sero poking me, I felt extremely warm. Reflexively, I went to stretch but realized something, or rather someone, was on me. Memories of last night came rolling back to me, explaining why my crush was laying on me, except he was laying differently then how he fell asleep. His face was tucked into my neck, my chin resting on his head and one of his arms laid resting across my stomach as his legs tangled with mine. I looked up at Sero, my friend looking at me with a smirk while Mina stood above us taking pictures.
"This in an interesting thing to wake up to." Sero said cheekily.
"I ship it! You two are so cute!" Mina squealed so loud I could hear it.
"Mina, unless you're planning on waking him up you might want to keep it down. Even I could hear that." The girl giggled and pretended to zip her lips shut but Denki was already waking up.
He shuffled around a little and nuzzled his head a little further into me before he froze. He slowly pushed himself up, his face going red with what I assumed to be embarrassment before he looked back at two of our friends. He moved and sat beside me, allowing me to sit up as well and fully stretch, taking the thirty seconds to thoroughly crack my neck, back and fingers.
What time is it?
My friends looked at me and blinked before I realized what I did.
"Sorry, too early, not enough caffeine, language switch. What time is it?"
"About ten in the morning." Sero said and I nodded, slowly standing up, Denki right behind me.
"Where's Kirishima?" I asked, noticing the lacking appearance of our red headed friend.
"He's talking to his moms right now! They're making breakfast so if we want any food, we better get up there soon." I gave her a thumbs up and grabbed my hearing aids, popping them in and waiting before turning back to my friends. "Now that Tsukababes has his ears in, let's go eat!" I chuckled at her enthusiasm and followed the three upstairs.
Kirishima sat in the kitchen talking to his moms, Kaede and Hana welcoming us warmly and the smell of breakfast wafted into my nose. Kiri gave me a bright smile like he was proud of something while his moms looked at me and gave each other a knowing look. My stomach sunk.
'How could I be so careless?'
I hesitantly sat at the table, taking the furthest seat possible away from the adults, said my thanks and ate the delicious food in front of me along with my coffee to wake me up as much as it could. I was the second one done, Kirishima obviously being the first, our friends following shortly behind.
"Hey Tsuka, can I see what you're hearing aids look like?" I shrugged at Sero's question and took one out, delicately placing it in his palm. Denki gave me a questioning look so I gently gave him the other one. Kirishima and Mina looking over to get a closer peek, all four enamored at the small devices. After a moment, they both gave them back and I hastily put them back in my ears so I could follow a group conversation.
"So Tsukare, how did you manage going so long without your hearing?" Kaede asked me. Not in a malicious way, but in a way I could tell was her being genuinely curious.
"I'm not completely deaf, I'm hard of hearing. During our internships I lost a little over half of my hearing. When I started training my quirk though, there were days where I would over do it and knock out my hearing for a day or two so I learned how to read lips. Plus I know sign language, same with most of my family, so the only challenging part was school. Teachers like to turn a lot." The couple hummed curiously, not expecting a full blown answer.
"You have a lot of skill, Tsukare. Oh, and don't forget to take your meds hun." Hana said softly.
"Shoot, thank you. I'm going to go grab them now, I'll be right back." I hurried downstairs and grabbed several bottles out of my bag before bringing them upstairs. I stood near the table lost for a moment, not knowing where they wanted me to take them.
"You can sit down, honey." Hana said gently.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and took my seat. In typical fashion, I swallowed all three in one go and waited for everyone's eyes to go back down go their regular size. Sero dramatically shuddered beside me and Kiri rubbed his throat.
"You two always get so unsettled whenever I take my meds." The duo looked at me with wide eyes.
"Yeah because you have no reaction!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"I've taken them like that since I was a kid. I don't get what the big deal is."
"Okay enough of you two freaking out over it, let's go get ready for the park! I wanna see if Tsukababes can dance!" I laughed at Mina's excitement and nodded, allowing her to grab my hand and hoist me up. "Kiri, I'm grabbing a shirt for Tsukababes from your closet so he isn't wearing a sweater outside! One of you two, grab his black jeans out of his bag and hand it to me through Kiri's door." I looked around with wide eyes.
"Should I be scared?" Everyone laughed and Kaede nodded.
"You definitely should be, I remember the first time she dressed up Eijirou how she wanted. Quite the adventure." It was my turn to stare with wide eyes before the girl holding my wrist started dragging me upstairs. I yelped at the abrupt movement but allowed her to drag me up to Kiri's room anyways.
Mina slammed the door behind us and sat me on the bed, immediately going to rifle through the closet. After finding a shirt and placing it on the bed, there was a knock at the door, she cracked it open and snatched the pants, slamming the door shut once again. Another shirt along with the pants were tossed onto the bed and she pointed a finger at me.
"Get dressed and pop your head out when you're done for finishing touches!" I gave her an awkward thumbs up as she skipped out of the room.
I got dressed as asked, altogether I didn't hate the outfit. Just the short sleeves. She put me in my black jeans, a form fitting dark grey t-shirt and an open navy blue button up. I popped my head out the door and saw Mina with Sero, the two rushing in and leading me back to stand in the center of the room.
"Looking good, amigo." I sent Sero a small smile, still confused on why he was brought up here.
"Sero is here to help me accessorize! He has the jewelry and I have Kiri's stuff! So, let's see.." She tapped her chin as he looked around before picking something up that made my blood run cold. "You definitely need a belt." I swallowed down the lump in my throat and instinctively took a step back. I rubbed my neck, trying my best to play it cool.
"Uh, sorry Mina, I don't wear belts." She went to protest but Sero put a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head lightly.
"Fine, Sero, accessorize him." Mina sighed as she put the belt back and sat down on the bed.
Sero pulled his bag around and started digging through the front compartment until he found a few things. He pulled out an assortment of silver rings and a few necklaces, telling me to take my pick. I ended up putting on three of the rings and one of the necklaces, the choice being a silver chain with a topaz crystal on it.
It seemed fitting.
"Perfect! Now for a few finishing touches!" Mina hopped up and messed with my hair a little, cuffed the very edges of the sleeves to help elongate my arms and told me to do a french tuck on my shirt before having me undo it completely. "Let's go show everyone!" She, once again, grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the stairs, bringing me into the living room where everyone sat. All eyes were on us and I flushed out of embarrassment, not enjoying people staring at me. Kirishima decided to cheer me on, his effort of being moral support appreciated.
"You look great honey, what do you think of Mina's little makeover?" Hana asked me softly, all eyes now solely on me.
"It's different, definitely not something I'd normally wear but great job, Mina. You outdid yourself." She smiled brightly and gave me a tight hug.
"Yay! Now, dance time at the park!" Kaede and Hana gave us odd looks but shrugged as we got our shoes on, a few of us grabbing our bags and then we went out into the warmth.
The walk was short lived, not knowing until now that Kirishima was only a few blocks away from a large park. Mina went over the dance with Sero first, the boy picking up on it easily and getting it down after a few runs. And then they turned to us.
"Tsukabro, if you want to run, I don't blame you and won't think it's unmanly. Now's your chance to hide and save yourself from the torture." I laughed at Kiri's dramatic take.
"Okay, ready?" I shrugged and stood up, offering a hand to Kaminari afterwards which he accepted. Once he stood, I took in his appearance, trying not to make it obvious I was checking him out. He wore a span of bracelets again, a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and a light blue button up with the sleeves cuffed to his elbows. A few necklaces dangled around his neck and I couldn't help but realize he was the smallest bit taller than me.
Mina went through teaching us the basic movements, trying her hardest not to get frustrated with the two beside me. After a few more, a lot more, failed attempts, Mina deemed us ready to record. And eleven recordings later, we got the final product. We sat around Mina as she held her phone and watched as we danced, all of us smiling or laughing at the sight. From left to right, it was Denki, myself, Mina in the middle, Sero and then Kiri. The girl squealed in excitement and posted it without a second thought.
"Tsukababes! Finally! Someone else who can learn the dances fast! Who knew you could move like that!" I blushed bright red, still not used to the compliments.
"I feel like my brothers going to find that and torture me with it somehow." The four let out symphonies of laughter, thankfully picking up on my dry sarcasm.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I quickly checked it, nerves punching me in the face at full force when I saw I had a missed call from Pops and a text from my dad.
From Drowzee:
I know you're having fun with your friends and I'm sorry to ask you to come home early, but Shiroka's just been detained. I felt as though you might want to be here for this.
"Tsuka? Everything okay?" Sero asked, pulling me out of my stupor.
"I'm sorry but I have to go home, I'll text the group chat about it later but it has something to do with my birth mom, my parents want me home asap." Sero and Denki looked at me with concern while the other two looked confused.
"It's okay, Tsukabro! Just bring back my clothes tomorrow at school, yeah?" I nodded and gave each of them a hug goodbye, and if I hugged Denki a little longer then that's a secret.
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