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Baby Sarada's Adventure - Part 2

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Time went by and the two had fallen asleep on the couch. When he woke up, Sasuke had almost forgotten that she was there.

I wonder if she's hungry. He made sure to pick a few baby food in case there was something she didn't like.

She really did look cute and innocent when she wasn't causing trouble.

How was he going to manage the rest of the week?

“Well, well. Isn’t this interesting.” A voice piped in.

“Kakashi? How did you…”

“Hmm, I overhead some things in the village. The last Uchiha with a baby. Naturally, I had to check up on my student.” Sasuke wouldn't bother to ask how he got in. Kakashi was a Jōnin.

“You should have told us Sasuke.”

“But… she’s an Uchiha.” It was his responsibility. “Is she though?” He’ll admit that there were similarities in how they look but that was it.

“Where did you find her?”

“At the training grounds.”

“And you think it’s safe to keep her here?”

“I’ll keep her safe, I promise I will.” He didn’t know why he was begging but he wouldn’t let Kakashi take her away. The Jōnin sighed and looked fondly at the sleeping baby.

“You should really let us adults do the job.”

“Says the sensei who's always late for everything.”

“Everyone’s late now and then.” Kakashi ignored the snide remark.

“I understand you may feel personally responsible. But we don’t know where she came from or who her parents are. What if this is a trap?” Sasuke's grip on her tightened.

“I can handle it.”

“Sasuke. You can't just keep a random baby.”

“Even if there is a small chance she’s an Uchiha… I have to take it don't I?”

“And if she’s not?” Said baby let out a cute snore resting peacefully on Sasuke's tummy.

“Well, she’s already grown attached to me. Are you really going to try and pry her off me?”

“I didn’t think you were that much of a soft touch but okay have it your way. I’m making this a team mission then.”

“I told you I can handle it.” He stood up from the sofa heading towards the kitchen still carrying the sleeping Sarada. Those two would only just get in the way.

“Sasuke, you have teammates. If you won’t let the Hokage or Jōnin handle this. Why not count on them?”

“Because I have everything under control and like you said she’s my responsibility. No one else’s.” He really was stubborn but fine, so be it.

“Taking care of a baby is a lot of hard work.”

“I'll manage.”

“Alright, but you know where we are if you need us.”

At most Kakashi will give him a week, but he knew Sasuke would need their help.

~~~

Tch he didn’t need any assistance and certainly not from Naruto and Sakura anyway.

What use would they be? Naruto can hardly look after himself, how would the blonde of all people know how to take care of her? And Sakura… well maybe she might know a thing or two but still, he could handle it on his own.

If the baby really was an Uchiha then he would take full responsibility. No question.

This would be a piece of cake.

How hard could taking care of one baby be?

Little did Sasuke know how he was about to find out. Later in the evening, the raven-haired boy went to the kitchen to prepare Sarada her food. He brought it from the baby shop so everything should be fine. She preoccupied herself with playing with his stuffed dinosaur.

Rule number one when looking after an infant. Don’t leave them unattended, even for a few minutes. Especially when in Sasuke’s case, the house was far from babyproof.

He was barely away for five minutes yet when the Uchiha popped in to check on her, there was so sign of the infant. His dinosaur plushie was left in the spot Sarada was at earlier. Great. Now, where is she? And why did she have to be so annoying?

Said little one was happily crawling away into another room, and looking around the place for her Mama. I mean all three of them lived in the same place so, of course, her Mama would be here, she must be really good at hiding though as Sarada hadn’t seen her since Papa took her home.

“Awo gah boo jaah gah apap.”

‘I wonder where Mama is.’

She was a tall woman with pink hair so it wasn’t like it would be difficult for Sarada to find her anywhere. Sarada didn’t understand why Papa was trying to stop her from seeing Mama. She sat down looking around the room, it didn’t look familiar and Sakura was nowhere in sight.

“There you are.” Sasuke picked her up before Sarada could crawl away. She pouted still having yet to finish her quest for finding Mama. “Your fast, I’ll give you that but you shouldn’t be going anywhere. It’s not safe.”

Sasuke didn’t know why he was talking to the girl as if expecting her to understand him. She couldn’t even talk properly, let alone know what was going on. But maybe if he was stern she would get the idea.

And why did it look like she was glaring at him? It almost seemed familiar, just like his own.

“The last thing I need is Kakashi rubbing it in that he’s right.” He muttered under his breath.

“Ai ai goh ooh ji app app.”

‘I’m trying to find Mama.’

“Ah, I see.” No, he didn’t see and Sarada knew that, if he did then Papa would be just as worried as to where the pink woman was. She started making a fuss wanting to be put down so she could go and explore again. Why didn't he get it? “I’ll give you a tour after you eat.” Perhaps it was going to be more stressful than he thought.

~~~

Sarada just continued to pout. “Eat.” She turned her head away refusing the food. This wasn’t the stuff her Papa gave her, he knew what she liked so didn’t understand why he was feeding her with this gunk.

“I said eat.” Again she snubbed the food away. A vein twitched on Sasuke’s forehead. Hmm, how did parents make their children eat? The last he could remember was them cooing almost baby-talking to them and trying to encourage them to eat from the spoon.

I can’t believe I’m doing this…

“Here… here comes the food...” His cheeks were tinted red, so embarrassing. And he had to coo? Sasuke the avenger? It really was a good thing that no one else was there to witness this. Especially Naruto.

Sarada peeked an eye open, and while it wasn’t exactly the same she did remember Sakura doing the same thing.

Although his way could have been more encouraging. ‘Ooooh look Sarada, yums yums. Your Mama’s going to eat it all up if you don’t.’ Sakura would then pretend to eat it herself whilst Sarada would put her arms out wanting it. If Mama would eat it then it had to be good right?

That's how her little brain processed it. She giggled watching her Papa attempting to do the same so opened her mouth to be fed. It wasn’t the right brand but she was too hungry to care. Sasuke gave a sigh of relief watching Sarada finally take a bite and start to eat. “You really are a piece of work. You know that.” He stated when she finally, FINALLY finished her meal.

At least he didn't have any trouble afterwards.

All he got in response was an innocent smile.

~~~

“And this is my room. Since you’ll be staying with me.” It wasn’t like Sasuke had a cot for her to sleep in so they could share the bed. As long as he remembered she was there it would be fine.

She looked around, the room was very plain and there weren’t any other plushies. Sarada had plenty of them, so she wondered where they were.

And again there was no Mama.

Perhaps she was busy? For how long though?

Sasuke went to sit down on his bed, not really thinking. He had planned to only rest for a bit but didn't realise how sleepy he felt until his head hit the pillow.

Like Kakashi mentioned previously, taking care of a baby was a lot of hard work. Even different than looking after a cat, or dog or going out on missions.

That was going to be another thing Sasuke had to figure out. What would she do if he had to go on missions? Maybe Kakashi will let him bring her along for the easy ones. Would she even let a complete stranger take care of her?

“I’m not… tired…” he muttered with a yawn to no one in particular and dozed off. Sarada looked up at him noticing that he had fallen asleep. She was going to escape knowing sleepy time meant alone time but couldn’t move.

His arms were secured around her so she couldn't go anywhere much to her displeasure. However then Sarada let out a little yawn of her own so snuggled herself onto his shirt falling asleep.

Sarada woke up to the sounds of whimpering and sniffling. Rubbing her eyes she noticed Sasuke was in distress.

Papa was still sleeping but he had tears in his eyes.

Maybe big scary monsters were in his dreams. That always made Sarada feel upset and scared and it usually was Mama or Papa who comforted her.

She decided to do the same by placing her little hands on his cheeks. Almost like saying she was there and tried wiping his tears away.

Sarada would help fight the bad monsters. He seemed to calm down a bit more making her happy.

For a few minutes until...

A really bad smell hit Sasuke and he woke up.

“Did you just…” She gave him a grin and he groaned.

Well, it was only natural.

“I swear you're doing this on purpose.” He didn't even notice that he was crying earlier but maybe it was a good thing.

~~~

Sarada wondered if Papa cried often in his sleep. As far as she knew he never did in front of her, she slept in Mama and Papa’s bed plenty of times and never did Sasuke shed any tears. The only difference was there was no Mama.

Ah-ha!

That must be it she thought. Papa was missing Mama, that’s why he was crying. Yes, it all made sense now, but Sarada didn’t cry. She missed Mama sure but didn’t cry since she had Papa.

Maybe they got into a big fight and Mama hated Papa.

“Oi!” Her attention was brought back to the present. “Are you going to eat your food or not?” Well, he could have asked more nicely. No wonder Sakura wasn’t here. Sarada scrunched up her nose but ate the food anyway, she’ll be nice since he was obviously going through a hard time and she had to figure a way how to find Mama and bring them back together. Sarada had her own mission.

~~~

Sasuke on the other hand was tired.

It hadn’t even been a day, well not quite and he was worn out. No doubt taking care of a baby was much harder than a mission but he’ll be damned if he let Kakashi tell him so. His Uchiha pride wouldn't allow that.

“I should really name you.” He sat on the table in thought, Sarada was in a little high chair he used to sit on at her age. She sat in it the previous day but he never gave it much thought to how weird it was, to see another Uchiha… if that is who she was again.

The fact of how calm and trusting she is towards him too irked him. Something wasn’t right, or was but he couldn’t figure out what.

“How about Yui?” She only blinked at him in response.

“Maybe not, Riku?” Again nothing. Not that he really needed her permission on using a name but maybe a sign or something to how close it was to the original.

“This is going to be harder than I thought.” Who knew thinking of a name, one that would suit would be difficult? The baby just started sucking on her hand watching him curiously. “Akina, Emiko, Hanako?”

“Achoo!” A sneeze, tch.

“I’ll just call you gremlin instead. It matches you.” Gremlin? Well her father would also call her peanut so maybe it was something like that.

“Ag ag.” She smiled. Almost as if saying ‘I like it.’ What a strange baby. “I need to come up with something better.” Should Sasuke meet the parents in no way did he want to say that he named their beloved daughter gremlin but for now it will do. The rest of the day was filled with crying and tears, he had already changed, fed her and kept trying to give Sarada or rather ‘gremlin’ toys but nothing was working. She would stop, look at the item but then slap it away making him sigh.

What did she want?

Unless…

“Do you miss your parents? Is that it?” Of course, that would be it, you idiot. She has no idea who you are and is now realising her parents aren’t coming back.

If they would come back.

They must have left her there thinking she would be safer there.

So far Sasuke did have his own theories on the little one.

One, and as very unlikely that it was. There was another Uchiha out there but kept hidden due to Itachi. As far as the village knew the whole clan was killed but were they wrong? Could have someone escaped? Sasuke kept trying to tell himself that it was impossible, Itachi was ruthless, and cunning but looking at Sarada, he couldn’t deny there were a lot of resemblances.

Or maybe he was getting ahead of himself and wishing it was true. Because if they were out there he wouldn’t be alone. They might be familiar with each other and-

Sasuke shook his head, best not to dwell on it. Besides, it was unlikely he even cared.

The second was that maybe the father wasn’t around due to the massacre but the mother could still be. She might have had Sarada later and left her here to keep her safe. But even then, there was the matter of Sarada’s age.

The girl continued to wail and cry. Sarada thought by now Papa would understand that she was missing Mama and thus be able to take her to Sakura so she can help them. Just because Mama was cross with Papa didn't mean Sarada couldn't see her. Instead, however, Sasuke picked her up and cradled her instead.

“It’s going to be okay.”

She was caught off guard by that. He was trying to comfort her? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Perhaps he was putting on a brave face and not upset her over the fact both her parents were fighting.

If that's the case she'll go along and be happy.

“Ah ah.”

Sarada placed her hands on his face to comfort him back.

~~~

“What do you mean Sarada's missing?!” Sakura yelled at the two men. She didn’t think napping for the day or at least until the afternoon would lead to this.

“Why are we here? We should go out looking for her, she’s probably lost and scared.”

“She couldn’t have gone outside.”

“Did you check? Sarada might have-”

“She wouldn’t, not unless she can reach the door. Everywhere’s sealed and there’s no way she would have been able to move that fast.” Sasuke already checked the house and other than the door everything else was locked.

“Besides,” Naruto interrupted. “If that were the case Boruto would have pointed it out or most likely followed after her but he’s still here.” That was true but where else could she have gone if not inside the house? Sakura didn’t want to imagine what could happen to her baby.

Is it part of a plan?

No, they would have noticed if that were the case and who would be stupid to try something in their own home?

“Then what happened, you can't expect me to believe she just suddenly disappeared? How?!”

“Uwaa aaah ah ah.” Boruto tried to explain moving his arms around as if trying to explain what he saw in front of his eyes.

One minute Sarada was there and the next, she was gone ever since she-

“He keeps doing all these exercises with his arms as if he's trying to tell us something but we're not sure what.” Sakura looked down at the smaller blonde watching his movements.

“He keeps shaking his fist and-”

“Fist? You mean Sarada's rattle?”

The two men blinked whilst Boruto let out a grin. Finally! Someone understood him. It wasn't like the action he did was difficult to understand for kids let alone adults so Boruto didn't get how neither of them got it.

“Wait rattle?”

“Of course, Sarada loves it. Although she doesn't really know how to play with it. You remember it right anata.”

“Ah, yeah...” Honestly, that thought never crossed his mind and how would a rattle make Sarada disappear?

“Don't tell me... you two just figured it out?” They sweatdropped and Naruto nervously chuckled.

“Hehe well, we were in a panic and uh-”

“How could a rattle make Sarada disappear?” Sasuke asked. “Yeah, what he said.”

“I don't know... but it's the best lead we got. Naruto you were the one who gave it to Sarada, where did you get it from?”

“Eh, me?”

“Yes, well it was a gift from you and Hinata. I've written it all down.” It was? “She has, Sakura wanted to make sure we 'thanked you' properly and jotted down who got what.” That earned a kick from his wife.

“Hah? I uh well... I don't remember giving her that... are you sure it was us?”

“Of course! It had your family crest on.” Family crest? But Naruto+ remembered everything he and Hinata got for Sarada. Mainly because it was Hinata who had an idea of what baby girls would want, although he did go overboard with the shopping.

Still, it was manly plushies, and a few other toys but no rattle.

“I swear we never-” Suddenly it clicked and he turned to look at Boruto who was sucking his thumb whilst holding onto Naruto's jacket with his other hand.

“Hey buddy, did you give Sarada a present?” He nodded in response which only made Naruto sweatdrop.

Of course, he did. Well, he saw his parents give Sarada presents so Boruto wanted to do the same and gave Sarada the rattle he had. But again neither really knew at the time how to use it. Both just ended up chewing or putting it in their mouths.

He made sure Mama cleaned it first though since she always would when it ended up on the floor before letting him use it.

“Boruto gave it to her?”

“Okay, and again how exactly does a rattle even make a baby disappear?” Sasuke was getting frustrated now. Their daughter was out there somewhere and could be in danger and yet here they were talking about rattles and doing nothing.

I mean really what a ridiculous thought.

“Well, that's the thing. It was way before we went out gift shopping for Sarada. Boruto wanted this cute rattle in the store and who were we to say no?”

“But the lady was saying all this weird stuff about it. How he needed to be careful otherwise 'you can be trapped in your past' I don't know, I didn't pay attention to all that. I mean it's just a rattle and Boruto is fine.”

“Then... Sarada could be in danger?” Sakura didn't care about the details, she just wanted her baby back and safe in her arms again. Sasuke yanked Naruto by the collar heading out the door, although he did his best to make sure Boruto wasn't in any harm.

“Instead of all this yapping why don't you take us to this lady? Maybe she can answer a few questions. I swear Naruto if this is some bullshit your dead.”

“Hey! Why am I in trouble? Do you think I wanted this?”

It really wasn't fair.

~~~

The next few days were gruesome as hell. It almost seemed like every day was something new. On the third, Sarada kept crawling away almost trying to escape from him. Especially when she would pout when Sasuke captured her. The next she was happily playing with his toys like yesterday didn’t happen and he was even playing along in case she would try to escape again.

And the next Sarada would refuse to eat anything.

Was she deliberately trying to annoy him?

As if that wasn't bad enough Kakashi let himself in again grinning away.

“I didn't think you would last this long.” Although he could see Sasuke was clearly struggling to feed Sarada with the evidence of the food being everywhere else, besides in her mouth. Including Sasuke's face. “What do you want?” Sasuke gritted out.

“Just giving a heads up, we have a mission tomorrow.”

“A mission?”

Oh crap! This was bound to happen but what was he going to do with her?

“You can bring her along, it's a simple mission. We'll be helping an elderly lady with her garden.”

That's it?

“If it's that simple, why couldn't Naruto and Sakura just go?” It would be a waste of time too, he needed to train not-

“Haven't you been babysitting her enough?” Kakashi piped in and then swiped the spoon away from Sasuke. He cooed at Sarada and her eyes lit up munching the food.

“Besides, I think she'll like a change in the company.” He spoke amused at how happy she was, Sasuke just tsked annoyed at how easily she befriended Kakashi.

“They're too loud, she'll be scared of them.”

“Now, now. You'll never know unless you try.” Sarada raised her arms wanting to be picked up, she liked this man. He was funny and she recognised him too. He was a friend of her parents although Papa didn't seem happy.

Kakashi picked up Sarada, baby-talking to her. As if she would be able to understand him, Sasuke thought pouting.

“Don't be jealous, I've had more practice than you with babysitting. I've had to deal with you three.”

What was that supposed to mean?

~~~

The alarm went off making Sarada stir and whine. Why did it have to be so noisy when she was trying to sleep? She could feel her Papa move slightly trying not to disturb her as he turned it off lightly groaning himself.

All of a sudden she felt him sit up and frowned. What was going on? They usually go back to sleep afterwards and she was far too tired to wake up. Sasuke looked down at her apologetically.

They had to get up early for the mission, Kakashi wouldn’t be there until later but told them that they could meet up and go on without him since the client was expecting them. She was a sweet woman so they wouldn’t have any trouble, although it may take longer given someone had to look after Sarada whilst the other two worked.

It would be ideal for them to take turns but he wasn’t sure how he felt about allowing Naruto and Sakura to look after Sarada. Would she be crying all the time?

“We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” He placed her on the bed, her little head kept nodding off wanting more sleep but she blinked watching him move about the room finding some clothes for her to wear. He got some of his old baby clothes but decided to patch over the Uchiha fan. If he had to carry her out in the public eye, it would be better for them if she were an ordinary baby. Could pass off as her being on a mission. “Arm.” Sarada raised her little arm so that he could dress her yawning. It was a quick routine he got himself accustomed to and it helped that she wouldn’t be throwing a fit and just obeyed. Like she was used to it.

“And remember. If anyone asks, we’re not related. I just found you.” Which wasn’t partly a lie anyway, and not that he needed to explain it to her. How was she going to answer them, babbling words no one could understand?

Sarada flopped onto the bed when he was done, still completely tired and wanting nothing more than to snuggle into the blanket. It felt so soft, why did she and Papa have to leave again?

“You can sleep in the carrier throughout the mission, it’s not like you’ll be doing anything.”

Which reminds me, I need to pack her food too.

And probably some toys so she would be entertained. At least one of them got to have an easy day. Sasuke was the first one there. Of course, he was, the Uchiha felt a little ridiculous and embarrassed carrying Sarada out. People were staring when he walked by but as she was sleeping peacefully and cutely he couldn’t find it in himself to care too much. Now he had to wait for his loud teammates, just as long as they-

“Yo Sasuke!”

Perfect. He thought hearing the blonde scream running over to them. Sasuke checked on Sarada to make sure she wasn’t disturbed, she shifted slightly but other than that was still happily sleeping. “Sorry I’m late, I was oh!” Naruto noticed the small infant attached to Sasuke, who was slightly drooling and dreaming about food. “I thought Kakashi-sensei was lying when he told us you had a baby…”

Since when was Sasuke such a softy?

“Keep it down, idiot.”

“Who are you calling an idiot and I am quiet!”

“No you aren’t and you’re going to disturb her, do you want her to cry throughout the mission?” Naruto was about to retort but seeing Sarada stir slightly thought better against it.

“Okay fine, I’ll kick your ass later.” He half-whispered and yelled.

“Tsk, as if you could.” The boy hmped grumbling under his breath, restraining himself from starting a fight. He could be mature and leave the fighting for another day.

“So what’s her name?” Sasuke paused for a while wondering if he should say it and couldn’t think of any other names on top of his head to lie with.

“Gremlin.” Three, two, one.

Naruto burst out laughing and Sasuke again told him to keep it down glaring.

“Oh wait, you're serious?”

“How would I know her actual name?”

“I don’t know but you can at least call her something else.”

“Hmph, she likes it.”

“Oh yeah, because a baby really understands what their name means.”

“I didn't ask for your opinion.”

“Because you sound more stupid than me?”

“If you don’t keep it down I’ll-”

“Oh hey, it’s Sakura-Chan. Morning Sakura-Chan!” Sarada woke up then from all the arguing. Her eyes adjusted to the light, oh she recognised him. He was Papa and Mama’s friend who would often bring another baby over her age.

“Nice work dead last!”

“Hey, you were yelling just as much as me. This isn’t my fault.” Sarada watched switching her head over from one to the other when they argued. It was funny watching them and she clapped her hands giggling.

Then a familiar voice broke in. “Isn’t it a bit early to be bickering?” Sarada turned her head, eyes sparkling.

“Sorry, I tried to get here as fast as I could but-”

“Aaah ah ah.” The little girl raised her arms wanting to be picked up. Finally, Mama was here. Now she could help Papa with Mama and figure out why they were fighting. For now, though she just wanted a hug.

Sasuke on the other hand was not amused and was confused as to why Sarada kept fidgeting trying to get out of his hold.

“Stop fussing.” Sasuke tried to calm her down but Sarada kept fighting wanting Sakura to hold her. “Ah ah aam aam.”

“Uh, I think she wants Sakura-chan to hold her.” Naruto pointed although he didn’t know why but with the way she was holding her arms out, eyes pleading to the kunoichi it would be better than having her cry.

“Eh? Well, I don’t mind.” Sakura blushed and went to scoop Sarada up before Sasuke could protest.

“Aren’t you a cutie?” Sakura cooed nuzzling Sarada making her giggle in response. She was too adorable.

Mama's smell was comforting and relaxing but it was weird that again Papa tried to stop them from seeing each other. Did they really have a big fight?

“Fine, have it your way.” Sasuke tsked and stormed off annoyed at how eagerly and happy Sarada was with Sakura. Why did he bother looking after her?

“Oi, oi, oi. Don’t be a jerk.” It was odd how Sasuke was acting and Naruto turned to Sakura who was just as confused.

“Is he mad at me?”

“I don’t know, who knows what that bastard's thinking.”

“Naruto watch your mouth, she might pick up on it. The last thing we need is to upset her parents.”

“Ooops hehe, but I mean... she's just a baby. Does it really-”

“Yes! It does, you should at least try to watch your language when your around those younger than you.”

Shanarooo! Now Sasuke-Kun’s mad at us. Sakura deflated a bit but looking at the little baby who was now playing with her pink locks Sakura couldn't help but melt. Although, I guess I can’t blame him. She's so cute.

The words Kakashi had said before flooded her mind and she was starting to wonder if he had a point.

“Sakura, I need you to keep an eye on Sasuke for me.”

“Eh Sasuke-Kun? What for?”

“You remember the baby I told you about, I think he’s grown quite attached to her.”

“Is that really such a bad thing though?” I mean, if they were related did it matter if he did? Maybe she could help with the void of losing his parents?

...

Okay, that was a stretch but she didn't see the harm.

“Sakura. Do you honestly believe that she’s an Uchiha?”

“…”

No, not really.

“It's an unlikely possibility and even if they are related she can only be related to a certain someone.” Her eyes widen at what he implied.

“You don’t mean.”

“Itachi Uchiha, he’s the only living Uchiha besides Sasuke. I’m sure he’s aware of it but is either in denial or doesn't want to think about it.” And who could blame him? “If that is the case then Sasuke would only want to help her more right? I mean if she's his niece-”

“Then she's also likely in danger don't you think? Sasuke can't look after her, she needs to be safe and he's far too young.”

“I see... it's not fair. She might be the only living relative he has.”

“And she might not be related at all. Either way, you understand what I'm saying right.”

Sasuke couldn't keep Sarada and if he was attached like Kakashi-sensei said he was it would hurt. “Perhaps you could talk to him. See if you or Naruto can persuade him to let us take care of her. It's for the best.”

“Your asking for something really cruel Kakashi.”

“I know.”

Unfortunately, he was right and Sakura wasn't sure what to make of it. “We should catch up with him. Right cutie.”

“Ah ah.” Sarada nodded her head.

“Hey, maybe you can think of a better name than Sasuke bas- Sasuke.”

Well, they could at least make memories.

~~~

“Hmm, what about Mayumi?” Sakura suggested to the two boys as the three walked to where their mission was. Sarada was still playing with her pink locks, big eyes wandering and looking about the forest. A butterfly landed on her nose and she gave a little sneeze since it tickled scaring the butterfly away.

She laughed watching the interesting creature fly away in awe.

Sasuke said nothing choosing not to answer, it didn’t sit well with him how easily she got along with Sakura. The two just met as well. Noticing this Naruto decided to speak out. “Why Mayumi?” He asked.

“It was one of the names my parents picked out for me, so it’s the first one I thought of. It’s not like we need to overthink it, it’ll just be easier to have one for her.”

“Hey, it’s better than gremlin.” Naruto laughed looking at Sasuke, but he still said nothing. And instead tsked walking faster ahead of the two. The blonde frowned looking back at Sakura who had a saddened look on her face.

He couldn’t blame her, neither had an idea why Sasuke was acting this way. Although he had a hunch it just seemed out of character for him to blame Sakura for something she had no control of.

It was out of character for him to hate or be mad at Sakura like this at all.

He went ahead to catch up to the Uchiha.

“What’s up with you?” Naruto went in front to stop him from walking.

“What?”

“You, you’ve been acting more angsty than you usually do. It’s not because Mayumi prefers Sakura-chan over you is it? It’s not her fault.”

“I don’t care! They can do what they like and she’s not Mayumi!” Naruto was about to protest with the name but he nudged past him with his hands in his pockets.

“Why you-” He stopped mid-sentence realising both Sakura and Mayumi were looking at him in confusion. Little Sarada had one of her hands gripped on Sakura’s clothing whilst her other was in her mouth. “Uh… anyway Mayumi it is, what do you think?” The Uzumaki turned to Sarada, and she brightened grinning away and making small baby sounds.

~~~

“Boo!”

“Waah!” Sarada giggled and crawled over to the other side of the tree where Sakura was already and ‘scared’ her again. She giggled again crawling back to the other side of the tree.

Sakura had been looking after Sarada and keeping her busy whilst Naruto and Sasuke were working in the garden. It was quite a big one, including having a tree planted where there was a swing, since Sarada was far too young to try it Sakura thought of another way to amuse the girl.

‘Why don’t we take it in turns?’ Sakura suggested to the boys. ‘I’ll babysit Mayumi for a bit and then Sasuke and then you Naruto. And the other two can work on the garden so that one of us is still keeping an eye on her and we’re still working on the mission.’

Although it may take a while longer to finish the mission, it wasn’t like it was anything too strenuous than what they were used to and the old lady wasn’t able to look after the baby herself as it would be ‘too difficult’ so one of them had to keep an eye on Mayumi. Well, that’s what she says. When really she was busy entertaining her family who were visiting.

It was strange as they could have easily helped with the garden but they were all relaxing.

And unfortunately for Sakura Sasuke still said nothing to her the entire time, even though he was usually quiet he would still give his opinion or suggest a better ‘tactic’ but he shrugged and went on to do his part for the mission.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing around here?”

Sakura wanted nothing more than to punch the boy -the grandson- since he had been trying to flirt and kept bothering her when she just ignored him paying more attention to Sarada. Why was he acting as if he didn’t speak to her ten minutes ago? Alas, it would look bad for them so she bit her tongue and resisted the urge to give him her usual Sakura punch.

“Uhhh…”

“Your way too pretty to be a ninja.” He sat on the blanket Sakura laid out in front of the tree, at least they were kind enough to give them something to rest on whilst waiting. Except he was sitting way too close.

Sarada frowned at the strange boy who was acting excessively lovey-dovey for her liking when it should be her Papa there. She was in between the two on the blanket so she put her arms out to Sakura wanting to be picked up hoping he would get the hint and leave.

She did and Sarada clung to Sakura’s clothing giving him a look. “And you’re so good with kids as well, I’m sure you’ll make a fine wife.” Well, that didn’t sound creepy coming from a guy she just met. He ruffled Sarada’s hair.

“Bah!” Sarada removed his hand pushing it away with her small two hands huffing. First, he was trying to steal Mama away from Papa and now he was trying to take her away. Like that would work.

In Sarada's mind, she pictured an evil dragon trying to steal Sakura who was a Princess and her who was also a Princess away from the knight Sasuke and make him angry. Instead, however, the knight was able to beat the dragon and save Sakura and Sarada.

Maybe she did have a bit of imagination but Sakura did read her fairy tales when she was sleeping.

He didn’t think anything of it and put his on her head once more. “Bah!” Sarada again removed his hands frowning.

“Aww look we’re playing.” He cooed putting his hand on her head again. Playing? This wasn’t playing, he was annoying and kept making Mama extremely uncomfortable. “Bah!” Sarada gave him a ‘death glare’ as if that would do anything. It looked too cute seeing as she was a baby but Sarada had witnessed her Papa do it numerous times and figured she could do the same.

“Uh… she isn’t good with new people. She gets nervous when she meets someone new.” That was of course a lie, but it was obvious how annoyed Sarada was. Sakura blamed herself thinking she could sense her uneasiness, wasn’t there a saying that babies could pick up on emotions? It might have rubbed off on her.

“Ah my apologies, I guess she’s used to you.”

Not really. Sakura thinks curious now as to how and why Sarada trusted her completely. It really was weird now that she thought of it. She cooed down at her, smiling hoping it would be enough to calm her down but Sarada was still keeping an eye on the boy. “It’s fine, maybe you can give me some tips.” He got closer and… wait, was his lips getting closer too?

Why the little-

Sakura was fuming!

Inner Sakura was going crazy.

SHANAROOO! SCREW BEING POLITE! PUNCH HIM BEFORE HE STEALS OUR FIRST KISS!

“Baaah!” But was blocked when Sarada raised her hands to his chin. They were too small to reach his mouth but she was still able to halt him from getting closer. With that, Sakura was able to snap out of her trance and punched him.

Hard. It sent him flying to the other side and broke a fence.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just KISS a girl WITHOUT consent!” Sakura was standing up still holding Sarada with one arm, who had a smug little look on her face. It even alerted the other two boys. It was then a mischievous idea popped into Sarada’s mind. Sure it was devious but it always worked with them anyway.

Sarada began crying and wailing and immediately Sasuke was by their side.

“What happened? What’s wrong with her?!” Naruto made a tsking sound. Muttering an ‘I don’t care my ass.’

“Sorry Sasuke-Kun it’s my-”

“It was you wasn’t it?” He turned to the boy who was just recovering from Sakura’s punch.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Sasuke-Kun it was me! I mean I punch him so it might have scared her-” She tried to defuse the situation by getting between them. Sarada looked up at Sakura frowning, no she was uncomfortable and he tried to kiss her when only Papa can kiss her.

Why was she defending him?

“You wouldn’t have punched him without good reason to.” Sarada nodded her head agreeing with Papa. That’s exactly what happened.

“Ah… well that’s…” She knew she couldn’t hide the truth, but at the same time, Sakura didn’t want Sasuke to do anything extreme. Quite frankly she’d much rather do it herself.

“What did he do?”

“Um…”

“Sakura.”

“He… he tried to kiss me.” Sakura looked down feeling shameful. She knew there wasn't any reason to, but this was supposed to be a simple mission.

Why did it end up like this?

“He did WHAT?!” Naruto screamed. Although he knew he wasn’t one to talk given how he tried to trick Sakura beforehand but he knew better now. Sasuke saw red and lunged at him.

“Sasuke don’t!”

“If you touch her again-”

“Fine! I get it! It’s my fault, I apologise.” He tsked letting go of his collar and glaring down at him, besides the family was coming after hearing all the commotion so doing any more damage would only make them look bad.

“You’re not worth it.”

“What the hell happened here? You, kids, are supposed to be fixing my garden not ruining it some more!” Sasuke just shot them a look. “Then tell HIM to stop harassing girls. We’re done for today, let’s go.” Sasuke took Sarada from Sakura thinking she could use a break and Sarada peeked her head over Sasuke’s shoulder smirking at the boy.

Was it just him seeing this or did that baby hate him?

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“Sorry, it’s my fault we’re in this mess.”

“Don’t apologise Sakura-chan. Even Mayumi-chan knew you were uncomfortable, that’s why she cried in the first place.” Wait, that was why?

“Ah, Naruto’s right. She can certainly stir up drama.” Sasuke said as Sarada tried munching on his headband, it was mainly to keep her entertained whilst they waited for Kakashi to deal with the situation.

“And besides we all know Kakashi-sensei won’t take crap from anyone.” Naruto piped in, and Sarada crawled over to Sakura handing her Sasuke’s headband. As if to make her feel better.

“Uh, thanks?” She looked over at Sasuke who shrugged. It was the thought that counts.

~Meanwhile~

“Oh? So are you saying my student had no right to defend herself?”

Yup, they were in real trouble.

#baby sarada's adventure #sarada uchiha #sasuke uchiha #sasusaku #why do I have too many WIPs

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My Old AU Sonas: Rewrite and New (Info Dump)

Warning: Famine, fighting, implied fallen AU, violence, cold ladies, etc.

Deidamia - My Old Tale Ivy

Personality: She's a remote yet rather sweet individual. She keeps to herself and hardly says up. She is focused and innovative in her work. She is a listener who appears to be slightly preoccupied with the grief produced by the loss of everyone. She is quite similar to Ivy in every way. However, she appears to be rather chilly and jaded. She is fierce in her fight against Toxin, who ruined her home and slaughtered her loved ones. She is attentive, cautious, and strong. She keeps to herself far more than people assume. She seems to enjoy music and writing.

Appearance: She's a woman about 5'1" with long brown wavy hair (which can be changed to true violet). She is chubby in physique and is somewhat curved. She has a scar on her lip.

Sylvie - My Old Swapfell Ivy

Personality: She's both fierce and aggressive. She does not hesitate to assist in the efforts to reclaim their fallen AU. She is quite silent and frigid. If people need to know the truth, she informs them without regard for their emotions. She has excellent self-control and isn't afraid to fight. She is stern, but she knows how to remain calm and avoid causing harm to others. Her calm personality has kept her relatively obscure. She is close to others because, on the inside, she is often mourning her original world. She normally avoids strangers and only communicates with those she knows. She helps people when she can but isn't afraid to murder them if necessary.

Appearance: She has hazel eyes. She has short curly brown hair. She has a scar on her left eye. She either wears glasses or has contacts. She is muscular and thin. She's 5'1". She has slight red highlights in her hair.

Myrthe - My Old Fell Ivy

Personality: She is a powerful, courageous woman. Despite being in mourning, she does not back down. She is powerful, resourceful, and fearless. She appears to be everywhere at once and works tirelessly in her profession. Her frigid demeanor hides a kind and empathetic personality. She is honest and tries to be nicer than people believe she is. She is in great control of her temper and refuses to fight. She is close to others because, on the inside, she is quite lonely. She collaborates with friends on her writing. She is an excellent listener and knows almost everything. She is also really calm and peaceful.

Appearance: She’s a woman with hazel eyes. She has curly brown hair. She has a scar on her face. She either wears glasses or has contacts. She also has more scars on her torso and body. She's muscular, yet chubby. She's 5'1". She has red highlights in her hair.

Liliane - My Old Fellswap Ivy

Personality: A power to be reckoned with, both strong and brutal. She is quite intelligent and can be found anyplace. She is incredibly sharp and never misses a detail. She has a harsh tone and may be extremely inflexible. She studies alternate universes and codes until she is unable to think clearly, determined to save her reality. Underneath, she is simply an animal-loving, child-protecting nerd who enjoys writing and drawing. She spends her time studying animals, volunteering at animal shelters, and working in daycare centers. Despite her severe and frosty attitude, she tutors children in need and enjoys helping them. She is also very insightful and gives excellent suggestions.

Appearance: She is a human woman with long wavy brown hair. She has a scar on her left eye. She wears her hair up in a ponytail. She is about 5'1". She has a muscular but chubby physique.

Sireli - My Old Horror Ivy

Personality: Her personality type is introverted, intuitive, feeling, and prospecting. She is quite adept at rationing and takes great care when doing so. She is a peaceful, open-minded, and imaginative individual who tackles everything with attention and creativity. She may appear quiet or tranquil, yet she has been through a lot to survive. She is clever and creative, and she seems to be always lost in her ideas and daydreams. She is optimistic and caring. She perceives herself as lonely or invisible, lost in a world that does not appear to recognize the characteristics that separate them.

Appearance: She has hazel eyes. She has long curly brown hair. She has two scars on her face (one on her eye and the other on her lip). She either wears glasses or has contacts. She also has more scars on her torso and body. She's the thinnest one here, but she's a healthy weight. She's 5'1".

Iris - My Old Swap

Personality: She's a trustworthy and charming young lady. She tells the truth, but she goes for the throat and is fiercely protective of her loved ones. She can control her temper and isn't afraid to fight. She is deeply worried about restoring her AU and protecting her loved ones. She designs armor and other types of protective clothing and weaponry. She is extremely creative and open-minded. She approaches everything with focus and originality. She is a social butterfly yet is quite careful. She is brilliant and creative, but she seems to be continuously preoccupied with her ideas and daydreams.

Appearance: She has hazel eyes. She has regrowing curly brown hair. She either wears glasses or has contacts. She is thinner than her various counterparts, except Hazel. She's 5'1". She has prominent scars on her shoulders, back, and torso. She has a small scar on the bottom of her left eye.

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Dick & Rachel and the Invisible String theory (part 2)

Welcome to part 2! In part 1 we've covered season 1, now it's time for the second season!

And we're starting right from episode 2x01 "Trigon".

Here we have another instance of the pattern I've previously mentioned — Rachel breaks Trigon's control over Dick by entering his subconscious and reminding him of who he is and their promise.

This is the first time Rachel is doing it consciously — she's basically pulling at the String by herself. She takes full control of the situation, figures out that if the dream she had about Dick before led her to him, then she can now use that dream to save him. "It's all in the dreams," as she says. When she enters the vision Dick is trapped in and sees him, standing over Bruce's body and overcome by darkness, she reminds him that this isn't who he is, that he would never do something like this, that this is just Trigon playing on his fears. She also tells Dick about her dream — which I find really interesting that this is the first time he hears about it; clearly he's been so preoccupied with keeping her safe that it slipped his mind to ask how exactly did she know the stuff she knew in the pilot. At the question of what she is doing here, she replies that she's here to save him because "We're supposed to save each other". Supposed to, like it's a given. Like it's written in the stars or something and she knows. Even when he attacks her, she's not afraid, but grabs at his hand wrapped around her neck and then transports them both right into the heart of the dream that started it all.

And she takes a scary but brilliant risk — knowing that one of Dick's worst fears is having to watch someone he loves fall and lose them just like he had lost his parents, she puts herself in this exact situation to cause an instinctual reaction. This is all happening in his head but the risk isn't any smaller: if she dies here, she dies for real. She pulls the String tight, almost to the point of snapping, knowing that if Dick is still in there, he's not going to let it happen.

She almost hits the ground. We're led to believe her plan is about to fail. But then Dick grabs the String's other end, wakes up and catches her.

This is monumental for so many reasons. Dick had always believed he failed his parents because he failed to catch them. The show puts great emphasis on the shot of his hand missing his mother's hand by an inch. The burning need to not let this happen again, to not lose another person this way, is what allows him to snap out of Trigon's control and save Rachel. What he had failed to do before, he succeeds in now — and Rachel never doubted for a second that he would. From her side, she displays a truly bottomless amount of trust, she's not afraid to fall because in her head, an option where Dick's doesn't catch her simply doesn't exist. Her faith in him is really never-ending.

Now what I want to talk about is a little theory within a theory, because I've noticed another... well, maybe not a pattern, but an occurrence that feels like an action-reaction type of thing. The String grows stronger not only as the time goes by and they become closer but also every time it's close to being broken (by one of them dying for example), and it seems to come back stronger than before. Which in this episode really happens twice.

Inside Dick's mind, when Rachel jumps off the platform and lets go of the swing to fall. But also earlier, here:

Trigon rips out Rachel's heart to create the gemstone, which is an action that should technically kill her. It kind of does for a moment before the gem is placed in her forehead and revives her. It unlocks a new level of her powers and gives her access to abilities she never had before. But it also gives the String a new layer, making it stronger. All of this combined allows her to take control of the situation once inside Dick's mind and use their connection to bring him back.

There's also another reason I'm mentioning this moment, but I'll come back to it in season 3 😉

These next two moments are most definitely a stretch, they can 100% pass off as coincidences — but it's more fun to think of them as clues. The first one had been on my radar for a long time, I've been obsessing over it ever since I noticed it. And the second one was recently brought to my attention by @undertheknightwing and it made me connect some more dots.

Isn't it interesting how Dick sort of appears out of nowhere when Rachel is distressed/scared/in danger? How he seems to be gravitating towards her when it happens, as if he was able to sense it? Take episode 2x03 "Ghosts" for example.

Gar, Rachel and Jason are training. Rachel loses control over her powers (a common occurrence in season 2) and attacks Jason. Driven by his fear, Jason reacts and goes off on her, insulting her. We hear him say "Stay away from me, you fucking freak!" right as Dick walks into the room.

Now, he wasn't eavesdropping. He obviously didn't see what happened, otherwise he would have intervened. But he's close enough to hear the worst of it, just behind the wall.

I love how he plays it btw, like he doesn't know anything. All smiles, all casual, "ah just came here to get Gar, please go on". He asks if everything's okay but everyone keeps their mouths shut. Meanwhile Rachel and Jason are eyeing one another, trying to see if the other is gonna talk. Rachel keeps quiet because she doesn't want to bother Dick with her problems (which she confesses to Gar in 2x02). Jason doesn't bother to talk either, probably thinking Dick is going to take Rachel's side anyway, and instead, redirects Dick's attention to something different. And Dick lets them do this. Without the full context he doesn't want to jump to conclusions but later tries to get it out of Gar when they're alone. Gar, being the loyal best friend, lies through his teeth and obviously Dick doesn't buy a word, but he doesn't press either. And oh how I wish the rest of the episode was focused on Dick doing a little investigation and trying to crack this, having conversations with both Rachel and Jason but season 2 is a mess on wobbly wheels so let's leave this for a fic.

Then episode 2x05 "Deathstroke", similar thing. Jason's gone, he went after Doctor Light and was taken by Deathstroke. Gar comes to Rachel to tell her about it, but she's in the middle of another episode with her powers spinning out of control while in her sleep, and Gar gets accidentally hurt by them. Mere seconds before Dick randomly shows up in the doorframe and asks about Jason, apparently having overheard them talking about him from the hallway.

Again. Rachel's in distress, her powers out of control, someone gets hurt, Dick appears.

You see a coincidence. I see a pattern.

ANYWAY—

And now, in an unexpected turn of events, we move the rest of season 2 into a separate part because one post is not enough space to cover it all 🤣 click here to read the rest!

#dc titans #titans #dcu titans #tv: titans #dick grayson #rachel roth #dick and rachel #nightwing #raven #kory anders #garfield logan #graysonfam #titans season 1 #titans season 2 #titans season 3 #titans season 4 #titans meta #fathers and daughters y'all

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Same thing, Quibdash headcanons under the tab to save you all from the insane brick of text I wrote lmao.

About the ship: -Rainbow Dash and Quibble Pants would more often than not spot and greet one another at every convention the two would attend, oftentimes chatting about their thoughts and opinions on what they were in fact there at the conventions for what they were up to outside of reading their favorite books -With that they've probably been on a few knockoff Daring Do adventures together, one of which was actually fake and Rainbow probably paid for at the expense of throwing Quibble for a loop -They were a relatively average couple when it came to courting and eventually choosing to move in together in Ponyville, though Rainbow Dash was still pretty devoted to the Wonderbolts so she would end up spending a lot of time away from home -Quibble would of course attend every event he could (That didn't interfere with conventions and book signings) -They'd have probably gotten married in Cloudsdale, all Wonderbolt members invited as well as close friends, Quib felt out of place -Eventually Dash would find out she'd be expecting their first foal rather early in the pregnancy, most likely through several weeks of morning sickness lasting through the majority of the day to the point where Spitfire practically forces her to take sick leave -When she informs Quibble somewhat begrudgingly he excitedly insists on her taking time off from the Wonderbolts to take care of herself and their unborn foal -Rainbow Dash loathed every minute of being pregnant, feeling useless when the doctor encouraged her to desist in flying while carrying, Quibble on the other hoof was overjoyed for the experience, spending more time with his wife with her on maternity leave as well as preparing for their foal on the way -Quibble Pants would read Rainbow's belly Daring Do stories every night, gotta prepare future fans -Notably they were probably reading through Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone (The one with the arrow holes) when she went into labor -Their first son's birth had breech complications and thus resulting in a prolonged birth to Rainbow's dismay, Quibble read the Sapphire Stone relatively loudly to her through the experience to help keep her mind preoccupied -They named their son Arrowhead in remembrance of the experience -Arrowhead, more fittingly to the name, was born a Pegasus, but because he was breeched he was born with mangled wings and eventually lost all visible evidence of ever having them as he matured, he does have a bit of feathers and is aware of the fact that he was born a Pegasus -As a young colt, Rainbow and Quibble explained it to him and brought up the fact that Daring Do could successfully perform a lot of her feats with a broken wing, so in his mind he was set up for greatness cause he lost two -Rainbow was very eager to return to the Wonderbolts, a little too eager in Quibble's opinion -Quibble Pants was often times left alone to take care of little Arrowhead, and Rainbow would in turn spend less and less time at home, focussing almost entirely on her career -They never really had a confrontation about it until much later when Quibble found out not from his wife but doctors when they informed him that she shouldn't be flying so brashly in her condition

-The two would go on to have a very large argument, mainly one-sided on Quib's end about Rainbow's divided loyalties and Rainbow being a little in denial about her lack of interest in being in a domestic home environment -Eventually I think it'd get to the point of Quibble pointing out how her time away is interfering with Arrowhead's relationship with his mother and also apparently this new foal she hadn't really told anyone about -Rainbow would probably storm off and have a lot of time to herself to think about what she wanted to do for her life -In the midst of her pandering she'd feel a little stir in her belly and she'd have made up her mind at that point -Rainbow Dash ends up resigning from the Wonderbolts to be with her family, a decision Spitfire never really could understand -She ends up getting a whole new perspective when it came to expecting their second foal, rather anticipating the foal instead of dreading it -Arrow was very excited to have a little brother, something he was dead-set on knowing, no way he was having a sister -Dash ended up having her second foal significantly earlier than had been the case with Arrowhead, most likely due to how late in the game she desisted in her flying practices with this pregnancy and having to induce labor from the pain she was experiencing -After their second son was born he had to be put in an incubator for having come so prematurely -Rainbow would stare contently at her little colt on a bed next to him for long periods of time; the two recovering together -She ended naming him Wayfinder for the decision he helped her make not that long ago, Quibble gladly agreed

Some general other facts: -Rainbow Dash adopted the nickname Wayf for Wayfinder as a joke for how small he was as a foal, she's the only one to call him that -Arrowhead and Wayfinder are super close brothers, there's never been any bad blood between them -The two absolutely grew up on Daring Do books Rainbow eventually changes her hairstyle and needs reading glasses and Quib always remarks on how much of an egghead she resembles -Quibble Pants takes up publishing and Rainbow becomes a pony equivalent of an English teacher in Ponyville -At some point or another Daring Do contacts Rainbow Dash about giving up writing stories and taking on adventuring full-time, though in her letter she calls it retirement, she then suggests she takes up continuing the novels in her place, using the adventures Rainbow herself had been on in the past, to which with the insistence of Quibble, Rainbow accepts the alias, A.K. Yearling -She now attends conventions in her place and other the same pathetic disguise, which Quib always gets a good chuckle out of -Arrowhead when he was very young knew of his mother being a Wonderbolt and, in the same fashion as one would cheer on a loved one at a sporting event, time and time again roots for his mother at her quieter book signings

#there are THEMES here.............................#dis is humiliating haha #My Art #MLP: FiM #My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic #Rainbow Dash #Quibble Pants #Arrowhead #Wayfinder #OC #Pegasus #Earth Pony #Pony

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Book of a Thousand Days

Several times, my sister has recommended I read the book "Book of a Thousand Days," citing it as one of the best journal entry books she has ever read. I have not read that many journal entry books, but I still read it as she got it for me. Took me long enough to get to it though. About three years.

This isn't going to be a full review, but I will go over some things like the characters and scenes that I can recall that I particularly enjoyed. As well as a little bit on the fantasy aspects of the book.

Dashti was a very good protagonist, even though her change was minimal. We can see her, over time, fall in love with Khan Tigus, but she keeps the fact that she is a stubborn character who respects her elders and the ancestors to a fault. She berates herself whenever she has bad thoughts about Lady Saren and Lord Khaser at first or romantic thoughts about Khan Tigus. One scene that really stood out to me with those thoughts is when she got "My Lord" the cat, and how she proclaimed she was in love. I thought it was very clever to kind of throw off the reader and have the fact that Dashti is stubborn to guard her feelings. Another one scene I really liked with her was the scene with her splashing Lord Khaser with the water from their tub. Very comedic in between the two near tragedies that occur. And one scene that my sister really hyped up (for good reason) was Dashti's trick of Lord Khaser's army. With everything we knew about nudity in the continent and its lore, along with how sacred the nude body is, it was an incredible scene. Mirroring what Khaser had done to Lady Saren and calling him out was a very powerful scene. And I thought it was great that Dashti still recalled letting her fear take over during parts of it because she is terrified. It's a good character moment instead of just being "girlboss is girlbossing it up."

Lady Saren, as a deuteragonist is a welcome one. While perhaps written to get on the reader's nerves and serve as the one who makes Dashti question the creation of gentry by ancestors and seeing them as people instead, her moments of vulnerability are fantastic. Even the scenes which were "annoying" in most aspects, such as her refusal to bathe, go outside, or reveal herself to Tigus made me feel deeply for her. I really liked Lady Saren's character as she slowly grew. In a way that made sense. She only had Dashti around the tower, but Dashti was busying herself as a lady's maid. Despite the fact that Lady Saren saw Dashti as her best friend, they were never equals, and never happy as equals. A scene I really liked with Lady Saren was her learning the song of animals, and once she got My Lord, the cat, she was much better. She desperately needed a companion for herself, but not one that was looking at her romantically. Another I really liked was when she begged Dashti to kill her. (I do headcanon Lady Saren as aro/ace!)

Khan Tigus was...fun, he had good conversations and chemistry with Dashti, even though for the most part he thought of her as Lady Saren. And when faced with her songs he was very preoccupied with the fact he had another possible marriage to help boost his army and his focus was on the war. Looking back, I'm only remembering how fondly Dashti liked him, but honestly? I don't think he stuck out to me that much.

Lord Khaser was a great villain and one who confirmed the magic of the world, surprisingly. I do also really like the fact that he was destroyed by his own hubris in many ways. Renaming his country in favor of the Goddess of strength, thus angering the God of tricks... his own power that he used to maim so many others caused his own army to maim him instead... the fact that his use of fear against a twelve year old was the very thing that bit him in the back 7 years later. Fantastic. Love to see Hubris take down the one who had it.

#book of a thousand days

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Nightfall (Priya Mangal X Reader)

Request: Could you do a Priya (Turning Red) x Reader? Reader can be Gender neutral. (also it's confirmed that Priya is queer, possibly bisexual) Could you do something cute and fluffy?

Mei Lee had the coolest group of friends at school.

Okay, so most people wouldn’t agree with you, but you’re sticking to your guns on this one. They were all super cool! They were outspoken, not afraid to speak their minds and one of them could literally turn herself into a red panda at will. That was cool!

But, of course, the best member of the group in your opinion was Priya. She was mysterious, she liked romance novels, she was clearly smart and- NO YOU DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON HER STOP THINKING LIKE THAT!

You just think she’s a great person and wouldn’t mind becoming friends with her, or maybe more if the opportunity arises. Even though you don’t have a crush on her, it’s important to keep your mind open. Healthy even!

“I just think your opinion is trash, Tyler,” Priya said, walking by with the newest addition to their crew. You heard Tyler scoff, fighting the urge to watch them walk away. You were already considered the school weirdo, half your class couldn’t remember who you were and the other half made fun of you relentlessly. You’d never live it down if you were caught staring at someone.

The sound of a slam and a panicked cry, however, caused you and everyone else in the hall to turn their heads, wondering what that sound was.

It was Priya. Her book, one of the many in the infamous series that was Nightfall, had fallen out of her bag onto the floor where a huge puddle sat. Upon seeing what happened to his friend, Tyler tried to snatch it up and fan out the pages, but as he opened it several fell out because they were so damp.

“My mom is going to kill me!” Priya groaned as everyone around them moved on, realizing it wasn’t as huge a deal as they had thought. “She, like, just bought me that book and I’ve already ruined it. No way am I getting a new one, and the libraries are like totally devoid of them because it’s so popular.”

Tyler gingerly held the wet book away from himself, grimacing at it. “Maybe the hairdryers in the bathroom will fix it?”

As they tried to figure out a plan to get money for a new one, you felt your feet propel you over to them. You had never spoken to either of them and your heart pounded as you approached, a little worried that maybe they would think you were weird for listening in to their conversation.

“Hey… Um, if you want you can swing by my parents bookstore after school. We just got a new shipment in and I can give it to you for free.”

You knew your parents wouldn’t mind, they would be psyched that you were even interacting with someone your own age. Tyler tossed the wet book over his shoulder, it hit a kid passing by but he didn’t seem to care.

“Boom. Problem solved. See, I told you not to panic.”

“You didn’t say anything like that,” Priya rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Thanks though, that would be a real lifesaver. I can meet you at the front doors after school.”

You smiled and nodded “See you then.”

Throughout the day, it felt like Priya and her group of friends were looking at you. Maybe it was just you, but you could’ve sworn you’d heard giggling when you’d passed by their table at lunch. Every time you looked over at them to confirm though, they acted as if they weren’t doing whatever it was they had just been doing. It was driving you slightly insane but at least the school day did eventually come to an end.

You met up with Priya at the school doors and the two of you walked to your parents bookstore. Along the way, you filled the awkward silence with anything and everything you could. Priya didn’t say anything, though you weren’t surprised, she hardly talked to anyone outside of her friend group.

Inside, your parents were preoccupied with customers, so you waved her to follow you into the back and began searching through the boxes to find the book.

“Do you know what’s in all of these boxes?” Priya asked as you dug around, she opened one, looking inside curiously.

It was the first time she’d spoken to you since school had ended and you were sort of relieved. You had been right, she was probably just awkward and didn’t hate you. Looking up from the box you were digging through, you nodded.

“Yeah. But sometimes they get a little mixed up. My parents have me run the store when they’re busy with other things.” You returned to digging through the box as she silently watches from where she’s stood.

Eventually, you found the book you’re looking for and raised it up triumphantly. “Haha! Here it is!” You turned to her, expecting her to be where she was when you’d last turned around, but finding her much closer to you. Your face heated up as you handed her the book, noticing how her fingers brushed yours.

“Thanks again, you have no idea how my mom would’ve freaked if she’d seen the wet book.”

“I like you!”

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

You felt your face heat up, oh God, this was not going well at all. Why did you say that? You mentally kicked yourself.

“N- No. I meant, you’re welcome! I’m so sorry!” You tried to take a step back, so you weren’t so close to her and tripped over a box falling and knocking over a bunch more boxes, pouring books everywhere.

You felt like crying. Great, you’d told her you liked her and fell into books creating a huge mess you’d have to clean later. She placed the book you’d given her to the side and held her hand out to help you up.

“Are you okay?” She asked, worried and you nodded, brushing yourself off.

Pulling your hand from hers quickly, you sighed. “You should probably go. I’m going to have to spend a lot of time cleaning this up.”

“I can help.” She kneeled down and started collecting books. You watched her, confused. Why would she help you? “You helped me with the book, so it’s only fair. Plus, you’re pretty cool. I wouldn’t mind hanging out for a little bit longer.”

The two of you set to work, tidying up the little storage space. Then, when you’re done, the two of you perch yourself on boxes and read the book she was reading together. You have no idea what’s going on or why there’s a werewolf and a vampire, but she’s so close to you, it’s nice.

“I had a lot of fun tonight! See you tomorrow at school?” She asked as the two of you made your way to the front of the bookstore.

“Yeah! Definitely!” You waved to her as she began to walk herself home. Once she was out of sight, you squealed loudly.

This was the start of something beautiful for sure.

#pixar imagine #disney imagine #disney x reader #turning red imagine #priya mangal x reader #priya mangal imagine #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader

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mauesartetc · 2 years

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I don't like the way Viv tries to add in drama/story in her shows where serious stuff like death, drugs, and sexual harassment are treated like a joke or with humor but only to be treated seriously when the plot calls for it.

Helluva Boss is an example of what I'm saying when at first, it seemed like an episodic dark comedy series where you don't really have to care what the characters do or cause since it won't effect the overall plot of the series only to then add in unnecessary stuff like Stolas family problems, classism, Blitzo's questioning self worth, Moxxi questioning whether what he's doing is right which is just like...are you serious right now? I feel like you can't have characters just out of know where be serious about bad things happening to them when said characters do said bad things constantly and not take it seriously because well they're bad and it's a comedy series so who cares? But then if that's the case, why should we care when bad things happen to the main cast? I could say the same about Hazbin Hotel but this ask is already getting too long lol.

Yeah... yeah. Blitzo especially has wronged so many people so intensely and so often I just can't feel sorry for him when the show tells me to. At this point we have to ask why everyone around him keeps him in their lives. How do they benefit from their relationship with him? He gave Loona a job and a place to live, but why can't she find those things elsewhere, with people who don't smother her? He gives money to Moxxie and Millie through their employment (y'know, when he's not threatening to withhold one of their paychecks), but what's stopping them from getting jobs at another company or going freelance? What reason do they (especially Moxxie) have to stay? What does Blitzo give them that they can't obtain anywhere else?

And really, if Helluva Boss poked fun at its story's more serious aspects, its tone wouldn’t be so messy and confusing. Some beautiful, biting satire could stem from the classism between imps and nobles, drawing comparisons with Hell and our own world. Other shows such as Futurama, South Park, BoJack Horseman, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and even Animaniacs have handled comedic satire pretty well, yet Viv can't bring herself to strike at the heart of any real-life issues in her writing. It comes off as tentative and preoccupied with what others will think. Great satire is bold. Unfiltered. Viv just needs to grow a spine in that regard.

I already mentioned here that if Helluva had simply integrated the serious bits into its story from the very beginning, the tone whiplash between episodes wouldn't feel so jarring. But as it stands, the show doesn't know what it wants to be. It reminds me of Ctrl+Alt+Del, unfortunately, except in this case, the huge tonal shift occurred much earlier in the series. Hopefully we'll see more flow and consistency in Season 2's writing.

#ask #qvivi-2435-p #helluva boss #helluva critical #writing #tone #satire #comedy #drama

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immersed-in-mischief · 3 years

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Prince Charming (Loki x Reader)- Part 6

I am apologizing for this part up front. It was heartbreaking to write but sometimes the characters in your head just get what they want! Please forgive me!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary: You and Loki deal with the outcome from the ball in your own ways.

Mischief Makers: @ruiningthe1975 @valiantvoidpoetry @nms224 @youlightmeupfinn @salempoe @lokiprompts @oasiswithmyg @saltandapepper @chwlogy @clockblobber @locht3ssmonster

It was early the next morning when you woke up, even though it hadn’t been too long since you had finally fallen asleep. You could hear the tablet vibrating in the drawer until the early morning hours. Part of you felt guilt, but what was there to say to him? If you kept up the charade, he would just want to meet in person again. Without a mask, he would surely recognize you this time. The fact that he had spent the entire evening with you dancing, talking, and joking without truly seeing you told you everything you needed to know. It wasn’t really you that he was in love with. Loki was in love with the woman he met online, not his best friend that was practically invisible to him in all the ways that mattered. It had all come back full circle and you were back to moving on all over again.

With a groan, you pushed the blankets back and threw on a hoodie before making your way down to the kitchen for a very strong cup of coffee. Just as you turned the corner, you saw him sitting on a barstool at the island. Based on the messages you heard coming through, he most likely didn’t sleep a wink last night. As you rounded the island towards the coffee pot, his face confirmed your suspicions. Loki’s face was expressionless. He stared off into the distance and didn’t even see you standing there. Just as you opened your mouth to tell him good morning, Natasha and Wanda walked in from their early morning work out. Their faces lit up at the sight of the two of you together and they didn’t give you the chance to stop them before Nat spoke.

“Well, well. Look who we have here! I guess the ball went well then?”

Luckily, Loki never looked up from the cup of coffee in front of him to see you frantically shaking your head at the two of them, causing a couple of confused looks in return. His voice was low and sad.

“I thought it went well, but now I’m not so sure. I can’t get my date to respond now.”

He looked up at you with a curious look.

“I didn’t know you attended the ball, Bug. I never saw you. Did you attend with your Boy Toy?”

Wanda’s eyebrows shot up as she took a sip from the coffee she had just poured before joining Nat at the end of the island. She was a little more subtle compared to Nat who stood with her arms crossed over her chest and looked back and forth between you and the god in front of you with a frustrated and confused expression.

“Oh… umm… he couldn’t make it. I just hung out around here instead. So, tell me more about this date of yours…”

The two women turned their attention towards him and waited for his answer. He looked back down at his coffee cup again before continuing, completely oblivious to the looks he was being given in the moment.

“She was incredible. It was the first time we had met in person but I felt like I had known her forever for some reason. She was funny, sarcastic, adorable yet sexy, and was more than I ever imagined. Apparently she recognized me since she called me by my name at one point, but it didn’t seem to bother her though. Sadly, I never got her name in return. Well, not exactly. She said that I already knew her but I can’t seem to place her. Now, I can’t get her to respond to any of my messages begging her to tell me her identity.”

Natasha rolled her eyes before shaking her head at him. You shot her a look to knock it off before continuing the conversation with him.

“I’m sorry, Mischief. Maybe it will come to you how you know this mystery woman.”

With a look of defeat, he shook his head as he stood and pushed away from the island.

“Perhaps. I truly thought we had a connection, or at least I felt one each time we kissed… I guess time will tell.”

Upon Wanda choking on the sip of coffee she had been drinking, he finally looked up at acknowledge the three of you.

“Sorry. Wrong pipe…”

You looked down at the floor as they watched Loki leave the room and head down the hall. Once he was out of sight, they finally let their thoughts and reactions out. They bantered back and forth about how much of an idiot he was and how blind he was until Nat looked up at you and saw the tears forming in your eyes.

“Babe… are you okay?”

The shake of your head was all it took and they came and hugged you as the crying started all over again.

“He never saw me. We danced. We talked for HOURS. I even dropped hints and everything. How could he not recognize me? The mask did nothing to disguise my voice or my personality. Do I mean that little to him? The longer the night went on, the more I was afraid to tell him. I was too hurt. Part of me thought that maybe by this morning, he would figure it out. Loki messaged me all night but I never even read anything past the first one. It hurt too much.”

Wanda smoothed your hair and brought your face up from Nat’s shoulder to look at her.

“Did Loki say he kissed you?”

You gave her a sad smile as you nodded your head. Pulling away from Natasha, you leaned back against the counter and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Twice actually. It was amazing and everything I hoped it would be. Well… except for the whole him not actually kissing ME thing.”

It was her turn to hug you.

“I’m so sorry sweetie. What are you going to do now?”

“I’m not sure exactly. I obviously can’t keep talking to him as Chaos. Do I let him down gently? Do I just not respond? How can I possibly be the supportive best friend and help him get over ME? This whole thing is just a mess now.”

You made your self a bowl of cereal and sat down in the chair he had previously occupied. After a few minutes, Wanda spoke up again.

“Sweetie, no matter what you do at this point, things won’t be the same anymore. Even if he doesn’t know, you do. It’s impossible to go back to the friendship you two had before. Hell, if it was as great as you described, you don’t go back to being just friends after a kiss like that. Loki needs to know it’s you and then just go from there.”

It had been a few weeks since the ball, yet she had never responded to him. Loki had spent night after night rereading their conversations for any detail he might have missed. For the first few days, he had begged and pleaded and received nothing in return. He had finally let himself believe that she was never real.

Unable to sleep, he quietly made his way down the hall towards the kitchen. He was surprised to see someone else awake at this hour until he heard her softly humming as she poured herself a cup of hot tea.

“Hello, Bug. Can’t sleep either?”

His voice startled you slightly. In the weeks following the ball, the two of you had talked just as rarely as you had in the previous months. Looking back now, you both had been too preoccupied with talking to each other online to talk face to face anymore. It had started to become strange now after so many years of being all each other had.

“Yeah. There’s still some water left in the kettle if you want some tea too.”

Loki nodded and got up from the barstool and made his way around to it once you finished preparing yours. With your mug in hand, you made your way to the other side of the island and watched him. Over the last few weeks, you had tried to build up the courage to tell him. The longer you put it off, the harder it was becoming, especially when you saw how sad he had been. Now would be as best a time as any. No one else was awake at this hour to interrupt you two and it would give you privacy to figure this whole thing out. Wanda had been right. Your relationship had changed now. Taking a deep breath, you tried to ease into the subject.

“Hey… umm… did you ever figure out the whole mystery girl thing?”

You watched his head dip as he braced himself against the counter. Guilt flooded your gut. His voice was low, but he continued preparing his tea instead of looking back at you.

“I’ve given up on that endeavor unfortunately. Looking back on it, it ended up being a meaningless interaction to be quite honest…”

It felt like a knife to the heart. He had given up figuring out who you were? Just like that? You thought it had hurt when he didn’t recognize you, but this pain didn’t even compare. There had been a sliver of hope that if he found out her identity that he love you back. Loki no longer cared about his mystery girl. Maybe he had never actually fallen in love like you thought. Knowing it was you wouldn’t change anything now. For the second time, Loki wasn’t going to return your feelings for him. It’s words from the night you invited him to the ball echoed through your mind. Any feelings you had would be returned ten fold? Hardly.

Remaining his best friend was out of the question now. Part of you thought that if he never knew the truth, that the two of you could go back to normal but you were far from that. The fact that he truly didn’t know it was you standing in front of him tainted the years of friendship. It was still your voice, your words, your movements, your actions. One small mask to hide half of your face and Loki no longer saw you. You loved him with every fiber of your being, and he had never seen you standing there.

You faked a cough to hide the sob that escaped.

“Oh…o-okay… that’s probably for the best then”

He nodded and still didn’t look at you. With his back towards you, he never saw the tears streaming down your face or the still steaming mug abandoned on the kitchen island.

#loki smut #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki angst #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #marvel #prince charming #friends to lovers

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Ambo 61

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

• Requested: “I’ve missed being like this with you”

• Warnings: mention of fire/fatality/needles

• Summary: You’re instructed to contact Jay to assist with a fire you’ve been called to and he’s there to support you after dealing with your first faitality.

• Words: 3978

• A/N : Thanks so much for this request! I’m not over struck with it and it’s quite short but wanted to get it posted - hope you enjoy xx

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Tonight was your third night shift in a row at the firehouse, starting to take its toll as you slumped around looking for any excuse to take the weight off your feet just for a few moments.

You were grateful Severide had got you the job as paramedic alongside Brett but you were now feeling like you’d been hit by a truck with all of these night shifts.

The firehouse was a close unit, everyone had each other’s back and looked out for one another. This always helped with your down days but everyone hits their breaking points and sometimes the adrenaline rush was the only thing keeping you going.

What made it worse was seeing everyone else seeming to be having the time of their lives, throwing a ball around by the trucks but you slouched in Severide’s chair with your feet kicked up on the table in front of you.

Eyes just about coming to a close as you hear that dreaded alarm which sends everyone running ‘Truck 51. Squad 3. Ambo 61 fire reported on the corner of 8th street” no matter how drained you were it was always able to put that spring in your step and you were in the ambo and out the door in seconds.

You could hear the sirens following closely behind you, scanning your wing mirror to see the parade of flashing lights that tailed down the street and towards the fire.

“You good?” Sylvie asks, snapping you out of your thoughts “night shifts taking their toll, nothing unusual” you joked but she still mirrored the look of concern on her face with her furrowed brows and occasional glare at you as she drove.

“Really I’m fine. Just looking forward to being in my own bed” you gazed out in front of you as you continued on towards the scene “Not long girl, only a few hours to go” she gives you her doting smile as she slams her foot down on the peddle to speed through an intersection

“everything alright with you and Jay?” She asks and you shrug “only see him for a few hours these days and even then it’s mostly when he’s asleep and I’m sat on the sofa wide awake” you admit, letting the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think about it.

“He’s so proud of you though” her cheery voice changes the tone of conversation “I always hear him brag about you in Molly’s, you’ve got yourself a good’un there Y/N” you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and smile creep on your face “i just miss him” you huff and reach for the energy drink that was by your side.

“I thought Jay told you to not drink those anymore” she utters as the truck comes to a stop, making her way to your side after grabbing the medic bag from the back.

“He’s not here right now” you remind her “What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him” you add, causing her to cock her eyebrow at you and chuckle “You’re brave”.

You put Sylvies comment to the back of your mind as you head over to the scene in front of you, Casey already with his team positioning the engine by the fire hydrant across the street whist Severide and the squad were storming over to the building that was currently ablaze.

You had barely stepped over the threshold as a girl no older than 5 came sprinting towards you, wrapping herself round your legs as she clung to you with all of her might. Whilst your mind was now on the young girl, a woman who was presumably the mother quickly followed in running out of the building and towards you.

She gripped at your shoulder as Sylvie eased her off of you, stood in shock as you barely had a chance to familiarise and asses the situation before being presented with two victims.

After several rounds of tests, being confident that neither of the victims required rushing to med for urgent treatment you helped them wrap up and had the oxygen masks placed round their necks just in case they felt the need.

Whilst securing the young girls blanket you thought back to you sat in the chair an hour ago, nearly asleep and wishing to not hear that alarm but here you were.

Back with your head on the job and dedicating yourself to the people who needed you, proving to yourself that you were good enough and deserved your spot with the great team you had surrounding you.

You looked up to see the fire dwindling out and Casey rounding up his team, Severide was retracting the ladders back onto the truck as the rest of the squad shuffled out of the fragile building that barely stood in front of you.

You were awaiting the go ahead from the Chief that you could leave, taking a swig from your energy drink and placing it back into the front of the ambo where you were earlier sat. Making your way round to the back of the truck to sit with the mother and daughter, still understandably shaken but doing well considering how bad things could have been.

“How long have you lived here?” You questioned, making small talk to pass the time and attempt to keep their minds preoccupied “Nearly 4 years, we moved in when I was pregnant and haven’t looked back since” the mother opens up, the young girl under her arm beside her.

You shifted your focus onto the girl, sat staring at the ground with her head hung low to lean on her elbows “How you doing sweetie?” You asked but didn’t get a response. The mother looked down on her daughter, you moved yourself so you could be in front of her and reach her eye level.

“You tell the lady if something hurts or you don’t feel well Claudia?” Still no response, you gently reach your hand to place on her shoulder but she flinches “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you” you whisper, leaning towards her for empathy “Will my daddy be okay?” Her voice cracks and you look to the mother who looks just as puzzled as you.

“Daddy’s at work, honey?” She asks with the same panic and confusion laced in her tone “I saw him come through the back door just before the fire started” she confesses “He was with another man who told him he was in trouble” she continues and you scan around to see if they pulled anyone else out of the fire but you had no such luck.

“And you’re sure your daddy was in the house before the fire?” You yet again ask to try and get the facts before you go off and panic to one of the others “I’m positive!” She raises her voice but you try to keep her calm.

“is he going to be okay?” She probes towards her Mother but you excuse yourself to go and talk to Severide who stood on the other side of the truck with Casey.

“You guys pull anyone else out of there?” You question but can tell by the looks on their faces and the happiness in their banter they thought it was a successful save with two victims being relatively unharmed, their faces fall as they realise what you’re asking

“Just the two” Severide answers before Casey nods in agreement “Only the mother and daughter, rest of the place was clear” he adds, sounding confident in his answer. “You mind going inside to do one more double check? She seems certain her dad was inside when the place went up but the mother doesn’t seem to have a clue” you quietly recount to the two lieutenants who waste no time in rounding up a few of their team and heading back inside.

You decide to wait by the rig to avoid more questions from the victims as you really had no answers and didn’t feel right speaking to them before you knew more.

Minutes go by and your eyes are pinned to the door that the men walked through just moments before, nervously biting on your fingernails and feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Silently hoping it was from the energy drink and not the nauseous feeling you had in the pit of your stomach that you knew something wasn’t going right.

Casey appears at the door and nods his head for you to go over, you follow his command and find yourself bounding over “you might wanna call your boy toy” he murmurs, aware of the close proximity of the mother and daughter that sat close by “Jay?” You question to which he nods “We got a body.”

You do as you’re told and call Jay who you can hear immediately gathers up the available Intelligence members and leaves the district. You head back to the ambo, trying to hurry yourself but also attempting to not raise suspicion as you’re being intently watched by both the mother and daughter who sat before you “what’s going on?”

The mother stands and makes her way over to you and the front of the truck “I’m just gonna need you to stay with your daughter ma’am” you try and be as aversive as possible whilst already knowing that wasn’t going to be enough for the distressed lady “Was my husband in there?” She asks, dread and fear laced through her voice as she stands with her arms crossed over her chest trying to hold herself together.

Before you have a chance to speak, you’re interrupted by the sound of sirens coming from down the street, you turn to see several trucks speeding down towards you. Jay and Voight in the first vehicle that screeches to a stop, closely followed by Adam, Hailey and Kevin who are soon to follow suit and begin to push back nosey neighbours.

“What’s going on?” Jay heads over to you with Voight hot on his heels “Hailey” you call out to catch her attention and of course she is quick to leave the bystanders to Kevin and Adam as she joins you with Voight and Jay.

“Can you just stay with the mother? Sylvie is keeping an eye on the daughter but I need you to keep her calm” you plead and she nods and turns to introduce herself to the mother “Why don’t we take a seat?” She suggests as she geustures towards the back of the ambo where Claudia is sat.

Surprisingly she obliges and follows her guide, stopping to do the occasional double take but soon being out of sight and back with her daughter.

“You gonna tell us what’s going on?” Voight wastes not time to question as you take them over to Casey who is still in the doorway waiting for them “she said she saw her dad in the house before the fire but the mother had no idea as she thought he was at work.

They went back into investigate and” you’re cut off by a body bag passing you, the vile smell hitting you as it goes by. You quickly turn your head to try and avoid it but it was inescapable.

Jay places his hand to the top of your back as he furrows his brows in concern “you good?” He probes, concentration now more on you as Voight speaks to Casey “Good” you reassure, smile flashing on your face but he remains stern as you feel his eyes bore into you as you turn your attention back onto Voight and Casey .

“We didn’t spot it at first, he was crouched in this room that we didn’t know existed behind one of the cabinets” Casey ushers the three of you into the building, still feeling the warmth coming from the torn apart walls and the smell of ash clogging your every thought.

“Any ID?” Voight let’s himself into the room Casey had just mentioned, Jay allows you to step in first before following. The room was tiny, shocked it could fit a grown man at all, looking more like a pantry that was never used or something they intended on expanding but never did as it laid empty for all these years.

“What am I gonna tell her?” You mumble, feeling the lump in your throat and the thought of explaining the situation to the already shaken up pair sat outside “we’ll do it” Jay is quick to answer, you’re relieved to see Voight nod in agreement and not rip into Jay for speaking before thinking.

A less than helpful tendency he had when it came to you but in this case he was right as it was up to them to break the news to the family and not on you. You still wanted to be there as they relaid the heartbreaking information to the mother, being a familiar face made all the difference in these situations and whether you liked it or not you had to put that to one side and be there for support.

You watched as Jay respectfully informed the mother, watching the blood drain from her face and the strength leave her body as she began to fall to the ground.

You and Jay both instinctively lunged forward to catch her, pulling her up to now being held in Jay’s arms as she sobbed into his chest “I can’t tell Claudia, they were so close” she uttered through your tears and your heart broke, you were fortunate enough to be on the job long enough to have your fair share of threatening injuries but so far no fatalities.

You were soon learning on the job what it was like to deal with it first hand. You scan over to Hailey and Sylvie who were now both with the young girl, oblivious to her mother’s sobs as she faces away in deep distraction “why don’t we get you both to med and we can go from there?” You suggest, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder to which she nods, still buried in Jay’s chest and clutching at his arms.

You do your best to slowly unwrap her tight grasp from Jay and pull her towards you, her tear stained face was now bright red and body temperature rocketing in stress.

“Go with Y/N and we will be in touch when we have some more news” Jay consoles, still with a quiet and calming voice to try and not add to the intense situation. You had never seen him like this at work, he’d been called to a number of your jobs but only to help with rough crowds or to arrest a suspect who was injured.

He helped you through this process whether he knew it or not, if it wasn’t for him staying so calm who knows how you would’ve handled it..

Sylvie peers her head round the side of the ambo and calls out to the mother “we’ve got a little girl back here who wants her mother” she tilts her heads towards the girl before noticing the state she was in.

You give a subtle shake of your head which she thankfully spots “on second thought, why don’t you ride in the back with me and my partner will take care of your mother” she speaks to young girl in an excited tone to try and deflect away from where you were stood with Jay and the devestated woman.

“Yeah!” Claudia exclaims before climbing into the back of the ambo and settling on the seat “I can do it, I need to be with her” you hear the timid voice from beside you crack with every word. She takes a deep inhale and wipes away the tears that had stained her cheeks.

“If you need anything, give me a call no matter what hour” Jay hands her his card with a comforting smile. He flicks his eyes over you as you guide the woman towards the back of the ambo “keep me updated” he points at you to which you nod before he heads back over to join Voight who was still in the house with the rest of the team.

A few hours go by and you’re on your way from med, truly drained and ready to crash in your bed at the station. What started as luckily, a less than intense fire soon took a turn and had you put through your paces when you were least expecting it.

You and Sylvie both sat in silence, finishing the last of your energy drink as you toss the empty can by your feet “you still drinking that? It’s like 10pm” Sylvie chuckles as you keep your eyes staring out of the window at the darkness, her hands clinging to the steering wheel as you sat back in your seat and huffed.

“you remember the first time you see a dead body?” You question, avoiding her comments about the energy drink as you really weren’t in the mood.

“Yep. Turned up to a house call, man said his wife had been quiet and had locked herself in the bedroom, we got in and there she was laid on the floor with a needle sticking out of her arm” she woefully speaks, eyes still firmly on the road

“as much as I try and forget it, it will never leave me” she adds but you remain silent “Did you see him?” She asks to break the silence that had fallen in the ambo, the only noise being the humming of the engine and equipment clanging in the back.

“Not even, just a body bag” you admit “that shook me up enough, who knows what I’m gonna be like with an actual body” you slump further into your chair, crossing your legs in the footwell.

“maybe I’m not cut out for this” you confess and feel her eyes snap to you “are you crazy? You’ve just experienced your first fatality and you still managed to keep calm and I most importantly keep the others calm” slight strain in her voice as she continues to speak

“If you’re not doubting your job after a rough call, you didn’t do it right”.

Her words play in your mind for the rest of the journey, resting your head on the window as you pull into the station. You open the door to jump out when she tugs on your hand to stop you.

“You did good Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you different” you give her a half hearted smile before stepping down out of the vehicle. Slamming the door behind you with a deep exhale “oh, her day has just got a whole lot better” you hear her chime, your head hanging low as you make your way over to the other side to join her.

You turn the corner to see Jay stood besides Severide, signature mischievous grin and arms outstretched towards you “you really think I wouldn’t be here waiting for you?” He questions as you stroll over to him, wanting to bound into his arms but knowing how you’d never hear the end of it from the surrounding team which now all had their eyes on you.

“come on” Sylvie grabs at Kelly’s arm “let’s give them a moment” she ushers him away from the pair of you as you stand engulfed in Jay’s arms.

“You still working?” You question, leaning into Jay’s chest as he runs his fingertips up and down your back “Finished hours ago, been waiting here for you” he mumbles into the top of your head as he places a kiss to your temple.

“Thought I could stay here tonight? Can’t sleep alone in that bed for another night, I’ll go insane” you pull back to see his toothy grin beaming down onto you as you feel your heart pull

“you’re gonna stay here? With me?” You question, still latched onto his chest as he gently pushes your hair back from your face “that alright?”.

You nod into him but still want to stay wrapped up in his presence as you feel everything wash away and all of the stress dissolve in your body when he holds you. “Come on, let’s get you to your bed” he gently taps at your lower back, signalling for you to unattach yourself from him.

You resist your urges and escape his grasp but he soon slings his arm round your shoulders to pull you back into him as you walk towards the station bunks.

“I haven’t heard great things about these from you so if I get a bad back we know why” he chuckles into your hair as he places a kiss to the side of your head as you continue to walk.

“That isn’t an energy drink I smell is it?” He pulls you under his arm and closer into him. You clear your throat as he does his best to remain stern “uh, no. Just fumes” you try to slightly pull away to reduce the smell but he had you in his hold and you both knew you weren’t getting out “ah those classic fumes, always forget about those”.

You and Jay laid in silence on your station bed, luckily in the corner to stay away from prying eyes which you know your nosey team would have.

Laying content as you find your natural position with your head on him and his arm wrapped around you, hand splayed on your hip as the other absentmindedly fiddles with your fingers resting on chest.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable and awkward, feeling the need to start small talk in efforts to make some form of conversation. Instead it’s a comfortable silence, filled with happiness and content with being back where you belong.

Jay let’s out a deep exhale as he rubs light circles into your skin but keeps his eyes on the ceiling above “you know you can always talk to me” he whispers, aware of other people in the room behind asleep.

You angle your head to look up at him, catching his attention as he glances down at you “I’ll get over it, just another day at the office” you try and make light of the situation but he wasn’t having it.

“I’m serious” he scowls but not out of anger, more of concern “I don’t want you bottling this up” he runs his thumb over your temple in a comforting motion “I won’t, I promise” you return your head back to his chest as he intertwines your fingers with his.

“I’ve missed being like this with you” he confesses, seemingly out of the blue as you return to your comfortable silence. You place a kiss to the exposed skin through the neckline of his T-shirt and nuzzle further into the crook of his neck “I missed you too”.

He lets out a content hum as he tightens his grip on your side and closing the near enough already nonexsistant gap between the pair of you “my life isn’t the same without you in it” he whispers but by this point you’ve closed your eyes and we’re dozing in and out of sleep, soothed by the soft rhythm within his chest “sleep tight baby”.

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Sweet & Sour

LOOΠΔ Choerry & Olivia Hye x Male Reader

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It had been a month since you were introduced to one of Hyejoo’s best friends, Choi Yerim. She was a walking ball of sunshine, always with a smile on her face, a pleasant contrast to Hyejoo’s constant moodiness and drastic change in emotions.

Still, the three of you became closer to one another more each day, becoming a trio that rarely went places without one accompanying them. You loved the company of Yerim, but you weren’t in any rush to commit to a full relationship. It was at her behest that you opted to keep things casual for the time being, learning more about each other before diving into anything serious.

You grew more comfortable together with each date, each evening inevitably ended up the same way - sweaty, tired, and under messy bedsheets, more often yours than hers.

It was safe to say you owed Hyejoo a great debt for setting you up together, not that she wouldn’t have taken the credit anyways for ensuring there would be a pile of clothes every time Yerim entered your apartment.

Hyejoo had preoccupied herself with her new job, leaving you more time to spend with Yerim and it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep her new job for the past two weeks

No whining, and not a single complaint about how difficult it was to work dozens of hours a week. You were starting to think Hyejoo had been replaced with a clone, the idea of hard work was an unfamiliar and foreign concept to someone who was often too lazy to even make breakfast in the morning.

The clock had just struck past midnight as Hyejoo was on her way to your apartment, sitting in the back seat of a taxi cab and making idle chatter with the friendly driver, another thing she rarely did.

With one of the spare keys you had given her and Yerim (something you almost always regretted), she unlocked the door to your place, tossing her belongings on the counter and slipping her shoes off.

“Welcome back, Hye,” you greeted, but she didn’t bother returning and you quickly found yourself flat on the mattress as she pounced on you like a wolf, arms wrapped around you and her breasts pressed up against your chest as her soft lips met yours.

“It’s time for my midnight snack, daddy,” she said, hungry for her nightly dose of healthy protein after a long day, unzipping your pants and slipping a hand inside your boxers, stroking you until you were, which admittedly didn’t take long.

“How was work?” you asked, trying to keep any pretense of a conversation as you lifted your shirt off your body and tossed it, Hyejoo yanking your pants and boxers off your legs, leaving you fully naked.

“It was fun. I think my boss likes me,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt to expose her torso, her tight midriff and full breasts that her black bra could barely contain.

“That explains why you haven’t fired yet,” you teased, as Hyejoo slapped your thigh, letting her fingernails gently scrape across your skin.

“Hey!” Hyejoo pouted, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as you waited patiently as if she were unwrapping a present just for you.

“I like this job,” she said, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and freeing her perfect round breasts. You never got tired of this part, her bare exposed breasts causing your cock to throb freely as your eyes feasted on her chest.

“And I like these tits.”

“Only like?” Hyejoo asked, her lips turning in a frown as you cupped and squeezed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with your fingers.

“You know I fucking love them, Hye,” you said, playing with her rosy pink nipples that had hardened already, pulling on them and pinching, causing several cute whines to escape her mouth.

Hyejoo pulled you off the bed until you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor underneath you as she spread your legs, spitting repeatedly on your shaft and stroking your shaft slowly. She did the same thing in between her generous cleavage, letting saliva coat it as she grabbed your cock and slapped her tits with it several times, smearing precum.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, staring up at you with her dark lustful eyes. You both knew what was coming, and nothing could prepare you for it.

“Did you miss me or my cock?” you teased, as Hyejoo licked your leaking tip, lapping up the clear liquid that had dripped down your slit.

“Hmph. Can’t it be both?” she asked, slipping your cock into the warmth of her heavy breasts.

You gasped at the heavenly sensations of her soft flesh squeezing your shaft tightly as she trapped you in her cleavage, cupping her supple breasts and interlocking her fingers to make sure you never slipped out.

“Fuck, Hyejoo…”

You couldn’t stop moaning as Hyejoo moved her delicious breasts up and down, continuously spitting in between her deep cleavage to keep every movement smooth as could be as your shaft was nestled inside her sizable warm tits.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Your cock fits so perfectly in between my tits.”

“Fuck yes, Hye. You have no idea.”

"I think I have some idea by how loud you’re moaning.”

It was such a beautiful erotic image, your throbbing cock disappearing in and out of Hyejoo’s perfect round tits, every inch being swallowed up and pleasured by soft flesh.

Hyejoo kept the pleasurable friction going, continuing to let spit drip out of her pouty lips to aid in lubricating your shaft, trying to lick your tip and failing several times as she whined. You felt pleasure in every inch of your body, driving you insane and making your breathing shallow by the second.

It had only been a few minutes, but you felt close to your limits already, knowing Hyejoo wanted to drain you. Your saliva-drenched cock twitched inside her delicious cleavage, signaling to her that you were close. She bit her lip, squeezing her tits tighter around your cock, her sensual eyes encouraging your climax.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Hye...”

“Good, I need your cum all over me. Cum for me, daddy.”

Hyejoo smiled widely, eagerly anticipating your load as you felt unable to hold on any longer, savoring the last few thrusts being inside her wonderful warm breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as your shaft throbbed and blasted Hyejoo’s cute face with several shots of thick sticky cum, the rest pooling in her collarbones.

“You came so much, daddy...” Hyejoo said, removing your cock from her tits and slowly licking your sensitive slit, making you jerk as she giggled, strands of semen dripping down her face.

You collected yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing as you leaned back and placed your hands on the mattress, staring at the creamy mess you had left on Hyejoo. It wasn’t until the last moment that you noticed a shadow filling the room and a feminine figure walking in frame.

“Hey! You got started without me!”

That cute voice could only belong to one person, Choi Yerim. She walked into view with her hands on her hips and scanned the scene, unhappy with being late to the party.

“I want a facial,” Yerim whined, stomping her bare feet on the carpet. Hyejoo still had your heavy warmth on her face, using the tip of her finger to bring some into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

“You were supposed to tell her to come over tonight, Hyejoo.”

“Was I? I forgot. Sorry, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, her plump lips forming a prominent smirk.

“You didn’t forget you selfish whore,” Yerim said, folding her arms and pouting her lips.

“Just stop whining and go sit on his face then while I clean up.”

Yerim’s eyes lit up as her bright smile returned on her pretty lips, pleased at Hyejoo’s suggestion.

“I’ll be back, daddy,” Hyejoo said, as she disappeared in the bathroom, her hips swaying as she left the room, leaving you alone with Yerim.

“You heard her, baby. Come sit on my face,” you said, scooting back until you were flat on your back in the middle of the mattress. Yerim swiftly stripped her clothes off, happily getting on the mattress and scooting her way towards the pillows.

Yerim took her time in getting in position, straddling your chest. You explored her naked body with your hands, giving her ass a quick slap. She shyly smiled and lifted herself up until her luscious thighs were hovering above your head, her pussy already visibly dripping.

“You’re drenched already, baby,” you said, using your fingers to rub her silky pink slit, making Yerim’s entire body jerk.

“A-ah! I’m wet because I wanted you to cum on my face, daddy.”

“And I want you to cum on mine,” you said, grabbing both of her cheeks and forcing her weight down on you, smearing her messy juices on your face.

Yerim let out the loudest of gasps as you licked her pussy, her warm thighs instinctively wrapping around your head as soft flesh surrounded you.

“D-daddy…” Yerim moaned, her hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as she tugged on it. You loved this position, taking in the sweet aroma of her as your head was buried in between her legs, her full creamy thighs suffocating you.

“O-oh f-fuck, daddy, “ Yerim moaned out as your tongue invaded her tight wet hole, exploring every delicious inch. You sucked on her clit, lips sealed tightly around it as she rolled her hips, slowly riding your face as intense pleasure shot up her spine.

It wasn’t the first time Yerim had used your face as a pillow, but she never felt any less embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. Were her hands not playing with your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her dripping cunt she would be covering up her face as her body adjusted to every electrifying sensation.

“T-that feels so good, daddy. I love when you eat my pussy,” she said as you gave loud slurps of her clit, making her legs twitch as her thighs squeezed tighter around your head.

“Yerim-ah, you didn’t cum yet?” Hyejoo said as she lied down on the bed beside you, her long legs next to your head.

“Daddy is enjoying his meal too much,” Yerim said, her juices dripping down her thighs and coating your face as you devoured her delicious pussy.

“Looks like daddy is hard again,” Hyejoo said, wrapping a hand around your throbbing shaft and slowly pumping you.

“Th-that’s it, daddy, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she cried out as you kept your tongue inside her, fucking in and out of her wet hole. You tried to coax every bit out of pleasure as you used both hands to grab her plump asscheeks, smothering your face with her pussy even more.

“O-oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

Yerim’s thighs quivered violently as her toes curled, gyrating her hips as her climax arrived, dripping her juices into your lips as you tried to force out as much of her sweet nectar into your mouth.

Your face was covered with Yerim’s juices, lips and chin stained with slick as she released you from the clutches of her thighs. You licked her thighs clean, making her squirm as you took a few final swipes of her pussy, her sensitivity driving her crazy.

“Don’t be greedy this time, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, as Yerim dismounted your face, collapsing nearby as she recovered, letting you see the beautiful sight of Hyejoo jerking you off, locking eyes with you.

“Where do you want this cock, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, delivering lazily strokes and rubbing your sweet spot, making your shaft leak messily all over her fingers.

“You can choose, baby.”

Hyejoo let out an excited smile, her pretty lips planting several kisses on your tip as she tasted precum.

“I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.”

“I’d love to, baby,” you said, as Hyejoo relinquished control of your cock. You climbed off the bed and stood near the edge as she adjusted her position, lying on her back as her head dangled off the mattress centered in between your legs, licking her lips as she hungrily eyed your cock.

Hyejoo reached out to grab a handful of your balls, squeezing them gently as you rubbed your tip all over her red triangle lips, slapping her stunningly gorgeous face with your cock.

There wasn’t any patience between the two of you as Hyejoo grabbed your stiff cock, guiding it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head, letting you do the rest.

You pushed your shaft inside the warmth of Hyejoo’s wet mouth, sliding every inch from tip to base and resting inside her tight throat as her lips sealed around your flesh.

“Fuck, Hye…”

You groaned with every thrust as you fucked Hyejoo’s mouth, watching a bulge form as she slobbered on your cock as you placed your palm on her warm neck, feeling yourself entering and leaving her tight warm throat.

Hyejoo didn’t have as bad of a gag reflex as Yerim did due to her experience she had in training her throat, but still struggled in taking your length as your balls rested against her cute nose.

You grabbed her huge breasts while continuing to plunge your shaft down the warm depths of her throat, playing with them and squeezing as much soft flesh as you could as drool began spilling out of Hyejoo’s mouth from your forceful use of her, spilling down her face.

Hyejoo couldn’t help the pleasure she felt in between her thighs as you used her throat, letting the messiest of sounds escape. She pinched her nipples that had stiffened, moving a hand down her toned midriff and slipping it into the black pair of panties she still had on, starting to finger herself.

“Messy little slut,” Yerim giggled, coming back to reality as she watched your cock impaling Hyejoo’s warm tight throat, making her gag on it with every few strokes.

Hyejoo withdrew her hand from her heat, wiping her slick on her tight abdomen, her skin glistening in the bedroom lights.

“Look what you did to her, daddy…” Yerim said, the jealousy on her features manifesting.

“Maybe you should help her out then. You’ll find something in that nightstand,” you said, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer. Yerim scurried towards it, opening up and rifling through the contents, pushing aside an almost empty bottle of lube and handcuffs as she found what you were talking about.

“I have one that looks just like this, daddy,” she said, giggling as she grabbed a purple vibrator with a curved tip out of the drawer, staring at it excitedly.

“I use it on this little slut when she’s being a good girl. Or a naughty girl.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her...”

Hyejoo’s legs trembled with anticipation as Yerim tugged her panties off, leaving every inch of skin exposed for both of your viewing pleasure.

“Make sure you tease her first.”

“Yes, daddy,” Yerim said, switching the toy on to the lowest setting as it emanated a low hum.

Meanwhile, you had slowed your pace down, wanting to enjoy the show you were about to watch, give deep but gentle thrusts down Hyejoo’s throat.

Yerim admired the vibrating toy for a moment, focusing on the older girl’s spread legs as she pressed it against her swollen clit for a few seconds and removed it. Hyejoo’s hips bucked as she moaned around your shaft, sending delightful vibrations around it.

You gave her throat a bit of respite as you removed your shaft from it, letting her tenderly suck on your balls as one of her hands stroked your mess shaft, drool being spread all over her warm lips and chin.

Yerim was relentless in her teasing, not allowing Hyejoo’s body to settle into the intense stimulations on her clit and pulling the toy back just as she was gaining momentum. You didn’t let her throat stay empty for long, plunging back and hitting the back of it with one smooth stroke and making her choke on it which only served to let juices drip down her thighs.

“She’s so wet, daddy,” Yerim said, enjoying the fact that she was driving Hyejoo insane with need a little too much. Were your shaft not buried down her warm throat she no doubt would be doing nothing but whining and complaining.

“I think she’s had enough. Make her cum, baby.”

“Of course, daddy. I’d love to!”

Yerim upped the intensity of the vibrator as high as it would go, the loud vibrations being drowned out as she slipped inside Hyejoo’s needy pussy, making her back arch high as she began thrusting it inside her body.

“Cum whenever you need, baby,” you said, timing your thrusts with Yerim, causing Hyejoo’s full heavy breasts to bounce hypnotically. Hyejoo had never felt so full, two of her holes being pumped into carelessly as she became a squirming mess. Opposite sides of her body were being used, something that she wasn’t used to as loud muffled moans escaped as the fire in her abdomen began to light up.

“Cum for us you little slut,” Yerim said, using the toy to hit her sweet spot with ease repeatedly, juices pouring out of her cunt and coating the outsides of it.

Hyejoo felt completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her pussy pulsating around the vibrating toy jammed in her cunt, dripping her natural juices over every surface. With you and Yerim doing a number on her Hyejoo couldn’t take anymore, toes curling into the mattress as she came, unable to properly voice her pleasure as she melted into the bedsheets.

You were the first to withdraw from Hyejoo’s quivering body, leaving her gasping for air as Yerim kept her pussy filled, juices flooding out onto the bed.

“F-fuck!” Hyejoo cried out, able to speak for the first time in several minutes, while Yerim dropped down the speed of the toy that had just given her the most intense orgasm she had in a while, moving it out of her and lightly pressing it on her swollen clit.

“P-please stop, ah, f-fuck, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, and Yerim complied right away but not without a handful of slaps on her sensitive pussy as her thighs closed shut.

“Now clean up the mess you made, Hye,” you said. Yerim handed her the drenched toy as Hyejoo sat up, her delicious breasts still heaving as she took the toy into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and lips around it and tasting her succulent juices on it until they were replaced with her saliva.

“Fuck, I’m delicious,” Hyejoo said, tossing the used toy aside as her confidence caused a trio of laughter and smiles.

“What’s next, daddy?” Yerim asked eagerly. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with these two beautiful women. All three willing participants had an orgasm each and you were insatiable for more.

Your only regret was you couldn’t fuck both of these drop dead gorgeous women at the same time, at least not in a traditional way. No doubt you were as hungry to fuck each of them as they were hungry to be fucked, but you didn’t want to dive straight into the main course, wanting to give yourself a little appetizer first.

“Come over here please,” you ordered, an idea forming in your head.

“Yes, daddy,” they said together in perfect unison, laughing as they gathered themselves off the bed, lining up side by side for you.

You closed the distance until their perfect bodies were inches away from you, scanning up and down their curves as they both instinctively reached for your cock, Yerim working your shaft while Hyejoo fondled your balls.

“Daddy is always so hard,” Yerim said, running her soft hand over your length, looking into your eyes.

“And his balls are so full. We need to drain them again, daddy,” Hyejoo said.

“You’ll have your chance,“ you said, smirking devilish and enjoying the double pleasure they were giving you, moaning softly as their delicate hands pleasured you.

It was impossible to keep your attention on just one of them, darting your eyes back and forth as your eyes feast on their sculpted nude bodies. Using the tip of your middle finger you ran it up Yerim’s slit, collecting her slick on it. Your hands were drawn to her deliciously wide hips as you grabbed them and spun her around, facing her away from you and slapped your throbbing shaft on her soft thighs, feeling the juices that had leaked on her warm flesh.

“I love your body so much,” you said, sliding into the gap of Yerim’s full thighs as her legs closed and squeezed your shaft, causing a collective moan as your cock was trapped by heavenly warm flesh.

Yerim’s thighs were slightly smaller than Hyejoo’s, but no less pleasurable as they still had no problem making you climax between them several times. You kept your hands on Yerim’s hips, keeping a slow pace to savor every thrust in between her amazing thighs as your shaft rubbed against her drenched pussy lips, nudging against her swollen clit.

“That feels so good, daddy…”

Hyejoo watched intently as you slipped in and out of Yerim’s thighs, feeling the pangs of jealousy.

“What about me, daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my thighs too?”

“Be patient, baby. You’ll get your turn soon,” you said as Hyejoo did her best not to whine, resting a hand on your shoulder as she kissed your neck.

Your pace was deliberately slow, thrusting in between slick flesh as Yerim’s thighs suffocated your shaft as you pumped in between them, rocking your hips in a rhythm and filling the gap with your flesh.

Hyejoo hated being left out and dropped to her knees. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but at the end of your thrusts she sucked your tip as it surfaced out of Yerim’s thighs, adding to your pleasure.

The additional stimulation made your pace quicken, eager to feel Hyejoo’s awaiting mouth at the end of your thrusts, the combination of flesh and lips around your cock driving you insane. It took considerable willpower to not move full speed in between Yerim’s thighs, you felt you could explode at any moment.

It was with much regret that you slipped out from the comfort of Yerim’s thighs, but you took solace that you weren’t going to be left without flesh hugging your cock for that long.

“F-fuck…” Yerim whined, her slick dripping her thighs as her body was left painfully empty and unsatisfied.

Hyejoo became the focus of your attention as she entered the view, your eyes immediately drawn to those immaculate full thighs of hers that were so goddamn perfect. The night was just getting started as you grabbed Hyejoo’s body, giving her ass a hard slap as you spun around with more energy and she gasped at your forcefulness.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy,” Hyejoo pleaded as you caressed her wide hips, her pristine skin pillowy soft and warm to the touch.

Just like before your shaft found its way in between wonderful thick thighs as they squeezed and trapped you, suffocating your cock with delicious soft flesh. The wetness you felt was more prominent as your cock was snuggled between the thighs of a goddess, pumping in between them and experiencing unforgettable pleasure you felt throughout your entire body.

“D-daddy...does that feel good?” she asked, a question that needed no answer as your tip nudged against her wet pussy lips. Your pace was considerably faster, hips moving with, digging your fingertips into Hyejoo’s creamy skin as you groaned with every thrust, her plentiful juices lubricating your frantic movements.

“You like my thighs more don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, but you were too focused on the way her thighs made your cock feel, fucking her warm flesh without a care in the world.

Yerim didn’t let her answer either, watching the action unfold as her hands grabbed Hyejoo’s breasts, giving them a squeeze and bit her swollen nipples, making her whine as you continued fucking her warm thighs, feeling more of her juices coating your cock.

You never wanted to leave Hyejoo’s thighs, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer, leaving precum on her flesh as you withdrew an inch at a time until you left her body, throbbing freely. Both women turned around to meet your gaze, lust and desire filled their eyes as they awaited what was next.

“Will you fuck us now, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, both women approaching closer as you brought a hand between each of their thighs, feeling how drenched each was.

“Fuck me first, daddy!” Yerim said, pressing her lips against yours as you rubbed her wet lips, feeling her moaning into your mouth.

“Don’t be selfish. I’m older,” Hyejoo said, as you switched your hands from Yerim’s body to hers, roaming her beautiful skin as you bit on her bottom lip, using your fingers to spread open her pink pussy lips and played with her clit.

“Only by a few months!” Yerim protested, lips forming a pout.

“You’ll fuck me first won’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, her breath hitching as you slipped a finger inside her cunt, her thighs closing around your hand.

“I can’t decide. You should take turns riding my cock,” you said, creating a compromise.

“Yay!” Yerim cheered, smiling brightly. Hyejoo’s expression was muted as always.

“Fine,” Hyejoo said, sounding defeated. “But I get to go first.”

“Lay on the bed, daddy,” Hyejoo ordered, playfully pushing your chest so you fell backward onto the mattress, your feet resting on the edge. She climbed the bed and pounced on you, not wasting time in straddling you and squeezed your hips with her deadly thighs, lips embracing you in a deep lustful kiss.

"I want this inside me," Hyejoo said, lifting her body up with her feet placed flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. You had the perfect view of her wet pussy as she slowly stroked your cock, aiming it at her center of pleasure and rubbing it between her slick-filled pussy, the heat radiating to draw you in.

“Then ride my fucking cock, Hye.”

Your cock had been in several places already - between Hyejoo’s breasts and her warm mouth and two sets of incredible thighs, but it was about to be in your favorite place, Hyejoo’s incredibly tight pussy and you couldn’t wait.

Hyejoo couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you as she slowly lowered onto your shaft, still stroking you and trying to ease herself into her walls being parted, moving her hips up and down little by little.

“Just relax and let us do all the work, daddy.”

Hyejoo braced herself by resting her palms on your chest, sinking down onto every inch of your throbbing shaft until she was impaled to the hilt, enveloping your shaft with warmth and wetness as she adjusted to being filled with so much flesh.

“Daddy...you feel so good inside me already,” Hyejoo whimpered, preparing both of you for the intense pleasure that was about to happen, the warm flesh of her pussy gripping you tightly and refusing to let go.

“Be a good girl and ride me, baby,” you said, giving her plump ass an encouraging slap.

“Yes, daddy,” Hyejoo said and bit her lip, letting her hips do the rest of the talking as she began bouncing on your cock at a gingerly pace, stretching herself out and spreading her juices on your shaft.

“You’re so tight and wet for me baby. Did I do this to you?” you asked, watching the lust in her eyes as her mouth stayed agape, breathless moans escaping as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing perfectly with every movement of her hips.

“Y-yes, daddy, f-fuck. I love the way your cock stretches me out.”

The pleasure you felt was so deep and intense you had lost yourself in it as Hyejoo’s bouncing breasts hypnotized you. Were there not a soft moan to your right you had almost forgotten that there was someone else in the room enjoying the show.

“I want a turn, daddy,” Yerim said. She had positioned herself next to you, kneeling on the mattress with a hand between her thighs, touching herself lazily as her thighs slick dripping down them as the action grew too hot and heavy to stay idle.

“Hop on this dick then,” you said, Hyejoo frowning as she lifted herself off, resting her head on your chest. Yerim grabbed your cock coated with Hyejoo’s essence, not wasting time in slamming her heat onto it, letting every inch enter her needy tight cunt.

“Oh my god, daddy,” she moaned, mirroring Hyejoo as her small hands were placed on your chest as her plump ass began bouncing on your crotch, taking every inch with ease.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets to choose where he cums!” Hyejoo said, as Yerim began using her powerful hips, your shaft now coated with the juices of two women, forming a delectable cocktail of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be me, daddy!” Yerim said proudly, taking your shaft into her body with her eyes half-lidded.

“You like my pussy better don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo whispered into your ear, nibbling on it playfully as Yerim bounced on your cock with an unlimited amount of energy, moaning freely. You didn’t answer such an impossible question, yet you find yourself at the wrath of one of them.

“Daddy’s cock feels amazing,” Yerim said, letting her eyes close shut as pleasure shot up her spine, shooting her head back as her thick thighs crashed against yours, finding a rhythm to ride your cock with.

“Your pussy feels really good when you’re this wet, Yerim,” you said, Yerim moaning in response as her walls squeezed and held your cock inside her, desperate to never let you go.

Yerim wasn’t blessed with the chest Hyejoo had, but her perky breasts were still full enough to bounce as she settled into a rhythm she liked, greedily holding onto your chest as she gave herself pleasure.

“My turn. Don’t be so selfish you slut,” Hyejoo said, just you and Yerim were getting used to each other's bodies, The time spent inside her painfully short.

The two lustful women cooperated for the most part, sharing your cock and letting you feel all the differences in their bodies as they swapped back and forth every few minutes. Hyejoo was tighter but not by much, whereas Yerim was much wetter, both of their flesh equally warm and suffocating around your shaft and you regretted the loss of sensations each time they switched.

Yerim’s turn came around again as their combined juices drenched your shaft, making it painlessly easy to take you inside, and you knew they both had to be tethering on the edge.

“Turn around for me, baby,” you told Yerim, knowing she was liable to climax first and you wanted to see that perfect round ass of hers as she did so. She obliged without a word, letting your shaft disappear in between her juicy cheeks and held onto your thighs, bouncing her delicious ass on your crotch as she neared what was inevitable.

“I love your cock so much, daddy,” Yerim moaned, and you rewarded her with multiple slaps on both of her bouncing bare cheeks, watching as they jiggled as your palm met soft flesh that began forming sweat on her beautiful pale skin.

“F-fuck, I love when you spank me, daddy,” Yerim said, bouncing even harder on your cock, whimpering and whining as you gave repeated smacks to her delectable backside until you could see handprints on each side.

“Are you enjoying my tight little pussy, daddy?” Yerim asked, as you gave her tender flesh a reprieve, grabbing a handful of flesh with one hand as she rode your cock hastily, spiraling towards climax.

“Of course, baby. You ride me so well. Are you close?”

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m almost there,” Yerim said, gasping in between syllables and moaning breathlessly. You allowed her to do all the work as she tucked her feet around your waist, bouncing her ass on your crotch carelessly and kept her hands on your thighs for leverage.

“She has a really nice ass, daddy,” Hyejoo said directly into your ears, the two of you watching Yerim mindlessly ride your cock, desperately chasing her release.

“You should shove your cock in it next time.”

Just the thought of that made your shaft throb wildly inside Yerim, who had given up all hope of finishing second, chasing that fire in her stomach that grew by the second. Her walls pulsated and released your shaft, juices slicking up every inch of your flesh buried inside as she was just right at the finish line.

“Cum on my cock, Yerim,” you ordered, giving one more smack across her tender flesh that made her juices leak out of her cunt, signaling she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“O-oh, fuck d-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Right on cue Yerim’s climax hit like lightning, and while she was the only one who achieved it, the three of you shared in the experience, the waves of pleasure washing over her body as her toes curled behind her, her pussy clamping down on your shaft so tightly it almost hurt to stay inside her.

Yerim’s stalled breathing could be heard around the room as she gasped for air, sweat dripping down her beautiful back as she slowly gyrated her hips, riding out her orgasm as she tried recovering as best as she could.

“Good girl,” you said, caressing her sweaty body until she had finished every second of bliss as she dismounted your cock, collapsing on the opposite side of Hyejoo, leaving your shaft free for her use.

“That means I get to make daddy cum,” Hyejoo boasted proudly, taking up her former position and desperate to take you inside her again. In no time flat you were met with her warmth as she sheathed you inside her, no longer needing time to adjust to your length as she went wild.

“I missed the way your cock fills me, daddy,” Hyejoo said as your hands roamed her tight body, running your hands alongside all the bare skin you could find before stopping at her perfect round breasts, wanting to keep them in your hands for an eternity.

Staring into each other’s eyes lustful gazes met as you both sought an equal amount of bliss, wanting to take in as much of this final round.

Hyejoo increased her pace until she was riding you as hard as her body would let her, the bed creaking underneath your naked bodies as if objecting to every movement. The harshness in her hips grew, slamming herself down on your cock as you became an idle participant, letting her do the work.

Hyejoo’s wetness surrounded your crotch, growing by the second. The sheets were soaked underneath as you kept your hands filled with Hyejoo’s big tits, squeezing as much flesh that fit into your hands and giving each an echoing slap that mirrored the earlier slaps on Yerim’s fit rear.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, slap those tits,” Hyejoo begged, her pussy clenching in reaction, her tight walls so soaking wet they threatened to push you out of her.

You obliged her request, slapping each of her tits repeatedly, focusing on one before moving to the next, only giving brief moments of respite to pinch her sensitive nipples before repeating the action, each slap drew her closer to climax.

“I’m so close, daddy,” Hyejoo said, gasping between words as she endlessly rode your cock, bracing herself on your chest as her nails dug into your skin. You could hear it in her shallowed breathing how close she was, and you weren’t far off as her cunt continuously squeezed the life out of your shaft, trying to urge your climax as well.

You could feel all the energy being slowly zapped out of your body with every bounce of Hyejoo’s plump ass, the wet smack of hot flesh on flesh as you rested into the sheets with your hands on her wide hips, watching the erotic expression plastered on her features as her breasts bounced and bounced as she used the remaining strength in her powerful thighs.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” Hyejoo cried out, gyrating her hips as fast they would move. Her body moved furiously as she used you for her pleasure, bouncing harshly on your cock in a way that she cared little for anything but chasing her release.

You stared into Hyejoo's gorgeous eyes, watching the lust and desire in them as she hit her peak. Her toes curled into the sheets stained with a trio of fluids as she came hard on your shaft, controlled her body shaking in your arms as she became a puddle of pleasure.

Hyejoo could barely keep her eyes open as her climax tore through her body, feeling the weight of exhaustion as her panting and gasping grew uninterrupted, her breasts heaving deliciously.

“I can feel you throbbing so much. Aren’t you going to cum, daddy?” she asked tiredly, trying to catch a breath. You were so focused on Hyejoo’s orgasm that you briefly stalled your climax, wanting her to have hers that your own snuck up on you, dangerously close.

“Yes, baby. I’m really close,” you responded as Hyejoo’s beautiful tired eyes lit up in excitement. There were too many places you wanted to finish, and the aching tightness in your abdomen wasn’t going to let you take your time in choosing one.

“Hyejoo...fuck. I want to cum in your mouth. Finish me off.”

“Yes, daddy,” she obediently said, lifting her body off your shaft and eagerly kneeled between your crotch. One of your favorite things about Hyejoo was she loved swallowing, even more than Yerim did.

“Blow it all in my mouth, daddy,” Hyejoo said as her sultry lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Her juices liberally coated your shaft as she tasted herself and bobbed her head up and down furiously, working magic in between your legs she kept her eyes glued on you.

Hyejoo had an insatiable hunger in her eyes as she slurped on every inch of your shaft, and it was regretful that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy her loud sloppy blowjob for that long as you were on the brink of orgasm. You hadn’t even made it half a minute through intense Hyejoo’s oral assault as she squeezed your balls, setting off your climax like the start of a fireworks show.

“Hyejoo, I’m cumming!” you said as you grabbed the back of Hyejoo’s head and pushed her all the way down your base, throbbing wildly as you erupted. You moaned loudly and sent several shots of semen down into her inviting mouth, coating her throat with each thick spurt and thrusting your hips to make sure your cock was buried into her mouth as you were emptied.

Hyejoo was nothing but happy to receive your load, smiling through a mouth full of cock as you filled her pretty mouth with cum. Your pulsating shaft emptied down her throat as you kept her lips firmly pressed up against your crotch, her nose resting against your stomach as she drained every drop out of you.

Your grip on her head weakened as your orgasm ran its course, making sure nothing spilled out of her mouth as you held her against your base until you could hardly move.

Hyejoo opened her mouth filled with your creamy present she had just been given, swirling it around her pink tongue several times.

“Don’t swallow it all, baby. Be a good girl and share. “

She did her best to frown with her mouth full of cum, beckoning Yerim to approach her position who did so without hesitation. Hyejoo aggressively pulled her in for a kiss, their lips smacking loudly as she deposited her share into Yerim’s mouth, swapping your creamy liquid with their wet tongues until they each had taken enough to satisfy them.

You watched with fatigue setting in, forcing your eyes open as they simultaneously tilted their head back, swallowing your cum with one big gulp and opening their mouths, letting you see the emptiness inside as they tasted such a delicacy.

“Delicious!” They both said at the same time, giggling together as Hyejoo leaned in for one more kiss as they used their tongues and lips to clean off your depleted shaft, making you shiver with sensitivity.

“Thank you, daddy,” Hyejoo said, kissing your sensitive tip as Yerim followed, back and forth they planted their soft lips all over until you couldn’t take any more contact on your shaft.

The bed became a mess of tangled limbs and a mixture of gasps and pants as you collapsed flat on your back, sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies as you had one girl on either side of you.

“Do you still have anything left, daddy?” Yerim asked, flashing a mischievous smile as she traced your chest with her finger.

“You want another round already? Insatiable little slut,” Hyejoo teased as Yerim couldn’t help herself, feeling her cheeks reddening.

“Give me five minutes,” you said, still trying to catch your breath and gasping loudly, wondering how you had lucked out to find yourself in such a situation.

“My shower will fit all three of us, go started without me. I won’t mind.”

“Okay, daddy!” Yerim said as the comforting weight of their sweaty bodies was lifted off yours. You craned your neck to watch the duo of curvaceous women heading towards the bathroom as their deadly hips swayed in tandem, and just the thought of their tight bodies lathered in soap sent blood racing towards your loins.

You had no complaints about these insatiable women wanting to drain you until you had nothing left as you heard the hot water turning on as the steam slowly poured out of your large bathroom.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#loona smut #kpop smut #loona #olivia hye #choerry #reader insert #male reader #hyejoo #choi yerim #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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thisissirius · 3 years

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writing this on my phone because it’s how i roll

breathe eddie/buck, THAT CLIP

Buck gets the call while he’s at work.

It’s from the hospital and he’s hitting answer before he’s really thought about it. “Hello?”

“Mr. Buckley?”

“Yeah,” Buck says breathlessly, and he knows they have to confirm, but he just needs to know what’s going on.

“My name’s Maria and I’m calling because we have an Edmundo Diaz who’s been admitted.”

Buck says, “Eddie,” and then realises what she’s saying. “Is he okay? What happened?”

Heads around the room pick up, but Buck ignores them, focusing back on Maria, who’s tone has softened. “Mr. Diaz was brought in with a suspected heart attack,” Buck can’t breathe, presses a hand to his chest and thinks no, please, not after, “—and his son is here.”

“Oh,” Buck feels adrift. “I’ll be right there?”

“Perfect,” Maria says, as if Buck’s not ignored most of what she’s said. “I’ll see you soon, Mr. Buckley.”

Buck hangs up the phone, meets Bobby’s eyes slowly. “That was the hospital—Eddie’s been admitted and I need to see him, I have to get there.”

“Alright,” Bobby says slowly. “Call me, you understand?”

Already moving towards the stairs, Buck nods, mind stuck on a loop of heart attack, heart attack, heart attack.

_______________________

“It was a panic attack,” Ana informs him in the waiting room.

Buck ignores her, not meaning to be rude, but Chris is there and he’s sat in a chair like he’s trying to get smaller, so Buck pulls him into a hug and lets Chris cry, face tucked into Buck’s neck.

Sitting down next to them, Ana reaches over, touches Chris’ shoulder. “It’s just a panic attack.”

It’s not just a panic attack, Buck wants to snap. He keeps the words trapped behind his teeth, tells Chris he’s gonna find out where Eddie is, and dodges the hand Ana tries to catch him with. “What?”

“Eddie doesn’t want to see anyone—”

“I don’t care,” Buck says, crouching down in front of Chris. “You stay with Miss. Flores okay? I’ll be right back.”

Chris rubs at his face and Buck waits for him to readjust his glasses. “Promise?”

Holding out his pinky, Buck looks serious. “I promise.”

Following the Buckley secret promise, Chris hooks their little fingers together.

_______

Leaning against the doorjamb, Buck watches Eddie’s. He’s not been noticed yet, Eddie too preoccupied with staring down at his paper work, brows furrowed into a scowl.

“You gotta stop ending up here, man.”

Eddie closes his eyes briefly. “They shouldn’t have called you.”

“They actually said you were having a heart attack,” Buck says lightly, though his chest constricts. “As much as I wanna say I’m glad it’s only a panic attack, I bet you’re not.”

That self-deprecating look on Eddie’s face is one Buck’s become well acquainted with. “Chris was right there. He was shouting for me and I couldn’t even do anything.”

Buck sits next to him on the bed, leaving space between them because he doesn’t know how to exist in Eddie’s space now they’re not living together. “Eddie—”

“I’m his father,” Eddie says, and his face is stricken when he turns to look at Buck. “I thought I was dying and that I’d leave him in some stupid suit warehouse.”

“Listen to me,” Buck says, because this isn’t his first rodeo and he knows exactly how far Eddie can spiral when he gets on his I’m a terrible father kick, which is stupid. “If I thought for one second you were a terrible father, I’d tell you so.”

Eddie huffs. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t have to,” Buck points out, nudging his elbow into Eddie. “You’d see it all over my face. Look at me.”

Eddie doesn’t.

“Eddie,” Buck presses, reaching over to grab Eddie’s arm. “Look at me.”

Slowly, Eddie raises his eyes, biting at the inside of his cheek as he does.

“You’re a great father. Chris loves you and yeah, you had a panic attack.” Buck squeezes Eddie’s arm. “Chris won’t hold it against you. He’s worried and yeah, it must have scared him to see you like that, but it doesn’t make you a bad father.”

Letting out a breath, Eddie ducks his head. He doesn’t try and move away from Buck, though, so Buck keeps his hand where it is. Silence falls, and Buck tries not to think too hard about where they are; how often they’ve been back for scans and check-ups and everything in between. Tries not to think about the blood on his hands, all over Eddie.

“I looked at Ana,” Eddie admits quiet, pulling Buck into the moment. “All day it’s been a lot and ever since,” he trails off, and Buck doesn’t need him to elaborate, “and I just couldn’t do it, couldn’t handle being there, or what’s been happening, and I—”

“Easy,” Buck says, finally moving on the bed so that he can shift closer to Eddie, to reach over and grab his other arm. “Deep breaths, Eddie.”

“Fuck that,” Eddie snaps, tugging out of Buck’s grasp and onto his feet. “I can’t do this, I can’t have panic attacks. I don’t have time, I need to do—”

Buck stops him mid rant, a hand on his chest, using what little height he’s got on Eddie to keep him still. “Eddie,” he snaps, “this isn’t something you can ignore!”

“Why not?” Eddie snaps in return, and Buck pauses, sees Eddie’s expression shift, the pain he’s trying not to show. “Why can’t I just be done?”

“You were shot,” Buck says, voice shaky. Eddie opens his mouth, closes it, and Buck shifts his hand to neck, keeps him in place. “It’s not, there’s things, you can talk to me.”

Eddie swallows, leans into Buck’s touch, closing his eyes. “I can’t.”

“Please,” Buck says, breathless. “I want to help, Eddie, and I can’t if you don’t tell me.”

“I can’t,” Eddie whispers. “Not because,” he continues, looking Buck in the eye, “not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know, I don’t know—”

Buck nods, pulls Eddie in for a hug. Eddie steps into it, arms coming up around Buck’s waist. He’s the perfect height, Buck thinks, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s temple. He’s not done it since, well since he left the Diaz house. Since Ana and— “Ana’s still here.”

Eddie sighs, the huff barely audible. His voice, when it comes, is muffled. “She’s with Chris?”

“I didn’t wanna bring him back here,” Buck admits, finally pulling away. “Not when I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” Eddie runs a hand over his face. “What now?”

Buck wants to say we find Chris, take him home, I beg Bobby to cut me from the shift and we watch dumb movies all afternoon. Ana is out there, though, and he’s made a promise to stay away, to give them space, so he settles on, “I don’t know.”

_________________

Ana offers to drive Chris and Eddie home.

Buck doesn’t have a reason to refuse so he pastes a smile on his face and bends down to hug Chris again. “I gotta get back to work, buddy.”

“But,” Chris starts. “You’re not staying?”

“I can’t,” Buck says, the same time Ana says, “There’s no need.”

Buck covers his irritation by promising Chris he’ll come by soon and they can catch up on all the movies they still need to watch. When he stands, wincing at the pain in his knee, he catches Eddie’s eye. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “After your shift?”

“Oh,” Ana says. “I thought we were going out?”

Eddie frowns, confused, and something in Buck’s chest gives when he says, “were we?”

It’s instinct to reach out, curl his fingers around Eddie’s wrist. “You alright?”

There’s a beat. “Yeah,” Eddie says, but he’s still frowning. “Come over.”

“Eddie,” Ana presses.

“Ana, please,” Eddie says, sounding as exhausted as he looks.

An awkward silence settles that Buck decides to break. “Alright, I’ll be there.”

Relief drags Eddie’s shoulders down, and he smiles, soft and strained, but there. “Thanks.”

Ana looks upset, busying herself with Chris’ coat. It’s on the tip of Buck’s tongue to say he can do it, but he’s already causing a problem.

“Hey,” Eddie says, twisting his wrist until he’s squeezing Buck’s fingers. “Thanks for being here. For later. I miss,” he trails off, gives Buck a wry smile. “I kinda miss having you around.”

“I’m still here, Eddie,” Buck promises, trying not to look at Ana. “I’m always gonna be here.”

Eddie nods, eyes drifting to Chris, to Ana, then back to Buck. Something in his expression softens. “You always have been.”

It’s almost a question and Buck frowns. “You alright?”

“Not right now,” Eddie admits, and it’s a lot, that look on his face, the admission. “But I will be. As long as you mean it.”

“Always,” Buck says.

“Pinky promise on it!” Chris says, and Buck startles, not aware of their audience. He deliberately doesn’t acknowledge the knowing look on Ana’s face, the resignation.

“Alright,” Buck allows, holding up his pinky. At Eddie’s raised eyebrow, he grins. “A Buckley tradition.”

“Oh,” Eddie says on a laugh. He links their pinkies together, eyes crinkling in that way Buck loves, the smile soft and warm.

Buck’s chest is tight, his heart beating wildly in his chest. “I promise to always be here.”

“Good,” Eddie says.

There’s a promise of his own in the weight of the word.

#fic by me #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #911 spoilers

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Dear Fear

Wanda Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: post AOU, pre civil war. kinda. in a way

prompt:

“Delta to team, I think I’ve got something.” You whispered into your comms and heard nothing but static ringing through your ears. “Shit, comms are dead.” It looked like you’d be in this one alone. Lucky for you, most of the staff in this base were preoccupied with a threat on the outside, which cleared an easy path for you to get what you and the Avengers were here for.

The room was nearly pitch black, the only thing guiding you was the light blue illumination from the package that you were sent to retrieve. Without a second to lose, you kneeled down in front of it and began to unveil its contents, but not before a flash of light clouded your mind and brought you to your childhood home. You collapsed to the floor, hearing the faint whisperings of a worried Sokovian girl you had only recently met.

“Y/N? I am so sorry, I didn’t realize—I didn’t know that was you. Please be okay.” You heard her beg as she cradled you in her arms and called for help. “Steve, Natasha, anyone? I’m in the lower east wing, y/n is down.”

“What happened?” Natasha had asked the newest addition to the team and she fessed right up.

“It was my fault, it’s dark, they’re dressed like the enemy, I used my powers...” Wanda admitted in a tone of shame and turned to you. “I’m going to fix this.”

“It’s alright, Wanda,” Steve assured, picking up on her location, “we’ll be there in a few minutes. Sit tight and keep y/n safe.”

“I promise I will.” Wanda looked down at you and noticed you begin to squirm and react to the images playing inside your head. Wanda couldn’t help but tear up at the pain she was causing you, but she was unable to stop it. So she began to softly sing to you, rocking you back and forth gently to ease your mind in a more traditional manner.

“I can’t...no, please...” You muttered in your dreams and kicked your legs out in a brief fit. “I can’t control it.” Wanda listened to you, caressing your hair and hushing you until she noticed that it was starting to get hotter in there. It was long before she began to burn up.

Your powers were beginning to slip from your control and small bursts of fire came rushing from your body. You were warned beforehand on this mission that you were not to use your fire powers unless absolutely necessary because the heat could trigger the package that you were sent to collect.

And here you were next to the package, producing uncontrollable flames that were beginning to hurt Wanda. Through the pain she believed she deserved, she slowly set you down and took a few steps back, preparing to use her powers on you once more in order to contain your flames in a forcefield, letting it down after every burst to give you a chance for oxygen.

“Sorry I’m late!” Clint’s voice and footsteps echoed from down the hall. “The team’s tied up at the moment, I’m all they could spare.” He turned the corner to see you lying on your back against the formerly cold floor, and Wanda taking the best care of you that she could. “Oh, it’s worse than I thought.”

“I don’t know what to do, Clint.” Wanda strained herself trying to keep you contained.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Wanda. Y/N’s gonna be okay.” Clint tried to ease her worries before brainstorming any type of solution. “Tony, come in?”

“This is Iron Man, leave a message after the beep.” He replied despite knowing the severity of the situation.

“Yeah, good one. We need a fire extinguisher down here, Tony. How fast can you be here?” Clint noticed that the fires were starting to get stronger and Wanda noticed that you’re nightmares weren’t calming down, they were getting more intense.

“Clint...they’re not cooling down.” Wanda tried to run toward you, but she was quickly grabbed by the shoulder to halt her from running directly into danger.

“Just...wait.” Clint was just as worried as Wanda, he loved you like family and it killed him to see you in such distress. It wasn’t long before another teammate made their way down to this lower level, just not the one that you guys were looking for.

“How’s y/n?” Natasha called out and saw you pulsating on the ground, and ran to your side despite the protests of her teammates. “Y/N? Hey, it’s Nat. I’m right here...I’m not going anywhere.” Wanda tensed up watching her get so close to you in this condition. You seemed to calm down for a few moments, but then began to glow an orangish-red, charging up on the inside.

“Natasha, get down!” Wanda shouted before lifting her hands and creating a barrier around you to protect her teammates and the structural integrity of the building. There was a flash of light that nearly blinded the three of them, then nothing but smoke under the red bubble that surrounded you. She was almost terrified to let it down and check the damage, but she walked forward and let down her guard to see you peacefully laying unconscious on the floor.

“Are they..?” Clint stepped closer and watched Wanda lean down and look into your head.

“They’re okay. Alive. Still having nightmares, but officially burnt out.” Wanda leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, then heard footsteps from the hallway once again. She propped your head up on her lap and held you gently as Cap and Tony finally arrived on the scene.

“Oh, great! You found the package.” Tony pointed to the glowing blue box that you had came to retrieve and everyone glared at him.

“And you missed all the action.” Nat crawled up from the floor and tapped the breastplate of his suit. “We need to get out of here and get y/n someplace safe so they can ride out the rest of this nightmare.”

“I really am sorry. I never wanted to hurt anyone.” Wanda admitted to Steve with tears welling in her eyes before he squatted down to lift you up.

“I trust you Wanda. I know it was a mistake.” He assured her with a nod. “But I think you might need to make it up to y/n somehow.”

“I know. I will.” She sighed and shook her head at her foolishness, knowing that this could have been avoided if she hadn’t made such an impulsive decision.

—————

Wanda kept you company while you were on bed rest, even though it took you three days to wake up. After more careful contemplation, she laid down beside you in bed, leaning one elbow up on a pillow as she concentrated her powers for something other than fear.

“I can fix this.” She told herself as she began to change your nightmares to happier thoughts, ones that would cool your mind off and stop you from kicking and screaming all night.

She did this all night until she passed out herself due to exhaustion. And in that time that she took her involuntary break, you finally woke up and saw her fast asleep next to you.

“Wanda?” You shook her shoulder a bit. “Wanda, wake up.” You saw her eyes flutter open and she looked you you in shock, almost if she didn’t believe you’d ever wake up again.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” She hopped on top of you and took you in for a hug. “You are okay, correct?”

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” You chuckled and let her go so that she could sit on your lap.

“Y/N. I dearly apologize for hurting you. I never—I never wanted to hurt you like that and I will never do it again, I promise.” Wanda’s apology was one of the most sincere you’d ever heard since Steve walked in on you changing.

“I forgive you, Wanda. It’s okay.” You held onto her hands and squeezed them tightly. “How long was I out?”

“Three days...” She told you.

“Three days?! Shit, I missed my show!” You gasped and giggled with Wanda as she fell to your side.

“Don’t worry, I recorded it for you.” Wanda proudly informed you.

“‘Recorded’ it?” You chuckled at the thought and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you very much. Wanna watch it with me?”

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notsofloofy · 2 years

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Friends? Not Really

Warning: mentions of accidents and broken bones

little tip☕

Crowded hallways, loud chattering, couples who can't keep their hands off each other.

You wished you could be anywhere else but here. Sadly, that was never the case as you made your way to your class at nine in the morning.

As soon as you left your apartment off campus, all you wanted was to turn back and stay in bed. But since this was the start of a new semester, you had to be a little more disciplined.

It wasn't as though you were a bad student. You had decent grades and you were good at paying attention. There was just too much that clouded your thoughts recently and you'd been paranoid about everything ever since.

And with your head lost in the clouds, you'd failed to notice the girl that was standing right by the door when you made a turn to get to your seat, causing you to crash into her and stumbling backwards.

The apology is already slipping out of your mouth before you can even look at her, too busy readjusting your hold on your books before you found your notebook being held out to you.

Following the length of the person's arm, you soon found yourself face to face with a blonde haired woman, hair pulled up into a high ponytail without a strand out of place and giving you a perfectly good view of her face and you couldn't help but feel flustered with how she had raised a perfectly sculpted brow at you, lips twitching and a hint of amusement swimming in her brown orbs.

"You might want to be a little more careful next time." Her voice was soft and sweet like honey and you swear you could have melted right then and there.

Clearing your throat, you try to recompose yourself before offering an, otherwise, shaky smile. "Sorry about that. I've just been a little preoccupied with things." You tell her, earning a light chuckle when she places her hands inside her coat's pockets.

"Seeing that you're also in this class, I'd be a little worried if you weren't stressed out." She jokes, and it manages to pull a laugh out of you as you shrug your shoulders. "It's okay, not my favorite class, but I still need it." You tell her, making her brows shoot up as she tilts her head, giving you a once over before she asks. "What's your major?"

"Oh, I'm in Journalism." You tell her before quickly shifting your things to one arm and then sticking the other out for her to shake. "My name's Y/n, by the way. It's nice to meet you." You tell her and she grins before taking your hand in her own and shaking it.

There's a light roughness to her hands, a little calloused, but gentle nonetheless.

"My name's Jungeun, I study theories in Criminology." She tells you and you blink in surprise. "Planning to hunt down criminals?" You joke and she laughs with you before shaking her head while withdrawing her hand. "No hunting, but I do have plans on being a lawyer." She clarifies.

With the way she carries and presents herself, you have no doubt she'll make it big as a lawyer.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be a great lawyer, so I doubt you'll need luck." You tell her and she shrugs her shoulders in reply. "I sure hope so. But hey, since you're in journalism, maybe we can help each other out." She says casually, as though you'd been friends for how many years despite just meeting each other five minutes ago.

"That sounds like a plan. A weight off both our shoulders." You chuckle and she mimics your smile before you're both finding your seats when the professor finally decides to step into the room.

Jungeun is a diligent student based on what you could see, since she wasn't seated too far away from you. During the entirety of the class, she was taking notes and practically absorbed every little thing the professor was saying, even going so far as to raise questions no one seemed to have been keen on asking.

Definitely a good lawyer.

Sadly, you don't see her when class ends, only catching the back of her head before she disappears completely from view due to the crowd of students trying to get to their next class or just wanting to get out of the suffocating room.

"Just when I thought I made a friend." You mutter to yourself, bag over your shoulder and books pressed against your chest. But you don't dwell too much on it. People came and went, especially during college, so you don't let it bother you.

With that pushed to the very back of your head, your day went by just like it usually did. While avoiding the places that you knew had far too many people than you'd like, you make a shortcut through one of the emptier and quieter halls. Since you knew there were less people, it made getting to your destination much faster.

If you had been paying attention.

"Seriously?" An annoyed voice huffed out as the person bent down to gather their things from the floor in time with you and you mentally scolded yourself for letting this happen a second time. "Watch where you're going next time. It's not even that crowded here." The person grumbled and you looked at her, brows furrowed.

If she knew that, then she could have just stepped aside instead of running into you.

"I'm sorry, but you could have just moved if you were looking, right?" Her head snaps at you right as you hold out her pencil case, a glare set on her features, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

Pushing light brown locks out of her face, you swallowed as her eyes pierced into you. She wasn't intimidating, so to speak, but you were overwhelmed with how pretty she was despite her obvious displeasure towards you.

"Whatever." She muttered, snatching the case out of your hands and then getting back on her feet after dusting herself off. "Just stay out of people's way." She tells you right as another student came walking over, a smile on their face in contrast with the person in front of you.

"Come on, Heejin, let's get going. We don't want to be late for Mr. Han's lecture."

The girl, Heejin, doesn't even wait as she turns away from you and follows her friend, making you blink a few times at what just happened before letting out a breath and then shaking your head as you proceeded to your destination, brushing off the unpleasant encounter because there really was no use dwelling on it.

Off days happened, so you knew for a fact that you wouldn't be seeing the girl with the cute face and deep voice again anytime soon.

"Hey! I was starting to think you wouldn't be making it." A voice greets you when you step into the room, shoulders slumped and your bag falling to the floor as you take a seat. "Sorry, I got a little distracted on the way." You apologize and your friend can see the obvious exhaustion in your face when you rest your chin on your arms after placing them on the table.

Reaching to pat your head, the older girl offered a smile before she pushed the menu in your direction. “Go ahead and pick something to eat, it’s my treat today.” She tells you, giggling at the pout set on your lips before you took the laminated menu in front of you. “You always say that, unnie. You don’t even give me much of a choice anymore.”

“Because you deserve it, silly!” She replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world and you knew better than to argue because she would win, inevitably. So you go ahead and pick whatever it was your stomach was currently hungry for.

"The semester's only started but I'm going to be extra busy by next week." The older girl suddenly tells you, forcing you to look up from your meal, cheeks full and making her chuckle as she reaches over to wipe your face. "So I might not have much time to hang out and take care of you." That made you roll your eyes as you swallowed your food.

"You act as though I need to be taken cared of." She only raises a brow at you and you instantly pout. "That's only happened once and you know I was busy!" You whine before she lets out a small huff of air. "I know that, but I can't help worrying about you. You live on your own and you barely even have friends on campus. What if someone decided to start messing with you?"

"Unnie, I've been studying here for nearly two years now. No one is going to start bullying me, and if they do, I can handle it." But your words barely do anything to appease her concern. "I swear, I'll text you if something comes up just so you don't have to constantly be thinking about what's up with me." You promise and her shoulders grow a little less tense at that and her smile comes back.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good, now finish your food." You can't help but laugh at the shift of your conversation, but as long as she was happy, then you didn't mind it. "Don't go lying to me. You know I'll be able to tell." She suddenly says and you roll your eyes yet again. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"I'm just saying." She teases before a fry comes flying in her direction, hitting her square on the forehead and drawing a gasp from her lips while you try to contain your laughter. "This is how you repay my kindness?" She asks in disbelief, her expression only making you laugh harder.

The older girl watched you with a pout, but she does admit that it warmed her heart to finally see you much more relaxed compared to when you had arrived to meet her. While she doesn't always say it out loud, she often hoped that you trusted her enough with your worries instead of having her rely on your habits and nervous tics.

You never told her when something was bothering you despite the one year she's known you, but she's patient.

"Sol unnie?"

She hums in reply after snapping out of her thoughts and you jut your lower lip out when you realize that she had been zoning out. "Jeez, I thought you were the listener, not the one daydreaming." You tease and she gives you a look before she reaches over to pinch your cheek. "Has anyone ever told you that you were annoying?" She rebuttals as you whine in protest, lightly smacking her hand to let go.

"I'm still studying. The only listening I have to do right now is in class." She huffs when you take a sip of your water. "That's true, I guess." You say thoughtfully and Jinsol is laughing at you when her phone vibrates.

The name 'blondie' comes up on screen when you take a glance, but pay it no mind when she picks the device from the table to check on the text she received. Her face scrunched a bit at the contents of the message before she was typing a quick reply and then turning back to you.

"Do you have any more classes for the afternoon?" She soon asks and you shrug. "Just one, and then I'm going to meet with Haseul unnie for the school paper. Kibum oppa said he had some stuff for us to cover." You explain while leaning back and the raven haired girl nods her head, smiling as she watches you from across the table.

"You've been really busy with that paper, but I guess it helps boost you for when you finally graduate." She said thoughtfully before her smile came back. "You have such a knack for writing, do you think you could help me with my thesis paper someday?" She asks playfully and you snort, hiding the blush that was creeping up your neck. "I'm not that good, unnie."

But the older girl only rolled her eyes before she reached over, her index finger tapping lightly against your forehead. "We still have to work on that confidence of yours, but that's okay. As long as I'm around, I'm not gonna let you lose your way." You blink up at her as she smiles warmly, her eyes as gentle as the day you met her and matching her personality perfectly.

Jeong Jinsol was the embodiment of warmth. And if anyone ever asked you about the inspiration for your stories, her name would be the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

"You know, you didn't have to walk with me back here, unnie." Jinsol beams at you as she bumped her shoulder with yours. "Oh, please. Even if I don't have to, I will. My class isn't even that far away so it isn't a problem." She tells you in an assuring manner, like she usually does and you huff, but say nothing more.

The walk wasn't anything new to either of you. In fact, it was always comforting whenever she did accompany you to class because you knew that at least one person in this campus cared for you even when you weren't one to stand out like the popular kids.

"I almost forgot, I heard from Mr. Son that you were the one who wrote the play?" She asks and you rub the back of your neck out of instinct. "Oh, he asked me to fill in for one of his writers. Apparently the guy fell off stage and broke his leg so he's currently recovering in the hospital and unable to participate." She winces at that but chuckles a small bit.

"Talk about literally breaking a leg."

You know you shouldn't be laughing but you couldn't help the giggle that bubbled from your throat before lightly pushing her shoulder. "Don't be mean." You scold lightly and she raises her hands in mock defense, brows raising as a wide grin covers her face. "I was just saying."

You rolled your eyes at her antics before she pouted. "Keep doing that and maybe they'll stay stuck."

"You're not that funny, unnie."

"Hey!"

Once you reach the theatre, Jinsol can't suppress her pout, knowing that she has to let you go now and you offer her a smile. "I'll see you later, unnie." But that only made her pout more as she stared at the doors that would inevitably separate you and her.

"One kiss?"

Despite the blush on your cheeks, you lean up to give her a quick peck on her own cheek before finally stepping back despite her whining about how that wasn't even a proper kiss. But you were going to be late if you didn't go and she was making it hard for you to say goodbye.

Coincidentally, someone had come to solve the problem for you.

"Hey, if you guys are in this class, I think you should head inside. We're gonna be late."

Your head swivels to the sound of a new voice and your blush only intensifies with the knowledge that someone had caught Jinsol trying to bribe you for kisses.

But when you steal a glance at the older girl, her entire demeanor has shifted into a more neutral one. Her eyes scan the newcomer, observing the tied up maroon colored hair and the leather jacket that hung comfortably on her shoulders.

The woman wore a polite smile, head tilted slightly as her left hand held the strap of her bag while the other stayed comfortably on her side.

Jinsol then turns back to you, smiling, though not like the ones she wore previously. "I'll see you later, okay? Text me." She tells you and you can only nod an okay before she finally walks off to her own class, leaving you and the unknown woman alone.

"Your girlfriend?" You're a little surprised by the question but shake your head. "Oh, no! She's just a really clingy person, we're friends."

"You two seem to be really good friends then." The girl comments before finally gesturing to the door. "Shall we?"

"Oh!" You finally realize the time and quickly push the door open for both of you. "I'm so sorry. I should have actually gotten here earlier." You tell her and she raises a brow. "Are you part of the cast?"

"I'm the writer, actually." You clarify and her entire face shifts into one of surprise. "Oh! So you're the sophomore Mr. Son kept talking about!" She exclaims and you can feel the heat creeping up your face again. "I, well, I'm just helping out." You tell her and she shakes her head. "No, no. He's been saying a lot of good things about you. And knowing him, you must be really good to have him entrust the role of our senior to you."

The two of you take your seats somewhere near the center, seeing most of the students opted to take the sides.

"My name is Sooyoung, by the way, some people call me Yves. I'm part of the cast, which was why I was a little confused since I didn't know you." She explains and you shake her hand when she offers it to you. "Y/n, I look forward to working with you."

She shoots you a tiny grin. "I'm a good judge of character, and the five minutes we've spent talking, I can confidently say that we'll have a lot of fun together." She assures you, easily making you feel comfortable as you lean back against your seat.

"Just remember, I'm your unnie." She says playfully and you cock your head to the side when she laughs. "I'm a junior, so that makes me a year above you." She explains, lowering her voice when your professor finally steps in and greets you. "Don't worry, I'm cool." She says confidently, making you snort which you quickly cover up by clearing your throat. "Do you have witnesses to back up that claim?"

She seems mildly amused by your little jab, but it doesn't deter her from continuing. "Obviously. Just ask anyone in this room." At that, you quiet down, sinking slightly in your seat. "Yeah, I'd rather not." She chuckles at your defeat before the both of you decided to finally pay attention.

"And before I forget, we all know that Hanbin won't be present for this project, but I hope you can all lend our writer and director for this play." You felt your throat dry up at your professor's words. "She's most likely younger than most of you guys, but I want you all to cooperate. So please, give a warm welcome to Y/n."

As soon as you heard your name being called, your entire body grew stiff. Sooyoung cast you a worried glance when she noticed, but you had already forced yourself to stand to make yourself known when your professor gestured for you to do so.

When you look around, Sooyoung is already offering you an encouraging smile. But when your eyes shift past her, you could feel your face grow pale when you saw the unreadable look on Heejin's familiar face.

"Oh, great."

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