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fifthnailinstevesbat · 1 month

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after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i don’t have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.

steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, what’cha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. he’s not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. he’s kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but he’s also so funny? steve never could’ve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and he’s really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isn’t even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.

eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family he’s found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.

so steve is all over eddie, it seems.

at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steve’s demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, it’s just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that they’d start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group that’s been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as “one of them” now.

so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, it’s not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you don’t like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steve’s car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, he’s dropped it. it’s never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.

robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddie’s not sure what to make of that. isn’t he the weird one? i mean, he’s the one that stands out, right? he’s the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesn’t spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like she’s seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesn’t even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesn’t seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?

eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. don’t get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, that’s all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steve’s house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what he’d said to him, the words he’d used. eddie knew it all. he’d seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steve’s “mean streak”, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if he’s being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. steve’s insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.

it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didn’t know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasn’t aware of. something he knew steve wasn’t equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?

- robin and steve

“Steve.”

“-but then like, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch it I just thought, hey, y’know, let’s try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin — I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick — and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-“

“STEVE.” Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was bad…

Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?”

To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and let’s out a laugh, “You, sir, are goddamn hopeless.”

“Sorry. How long was I talking for?” Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.

“Oh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?”

“That is an over exaggeration Robin, it’s only been like-“

“Honestly, man, i’m concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.”

To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.

“No, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isn’t any less special now that it’s beginning to be shared by another.” He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.

“Oh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!”, she playfully slaps his shoulder. “Steve. You are obsessed.”

“I am not obsessed! He’s just a really great guy, alright-“

“Blah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.” Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.

“Wha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesn’t even make any sense!”

She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve let’s out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.

He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like he’s really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasn’t obsessed. That’s not- that’s like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.

After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.

“So, what are you’re plans for tonight Steve-O?”

He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till he’s behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.

“Well, not really sure. Parents aren’t home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, —“

“See what Eddie’s doin?” Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.

“Oh shut up!” Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. “As a matter of fact, yeah I will see what he’s up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this I’m having second thoughts, I mean, the way you’ve been treating me lately-“

“Oh my god, you are the worst. Yes, I’m free, of course I’ll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.”

Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.

“Wait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! That’s how you see me?”

“Yeah it is actually, got a problem?”

“Oh wow, she’s feisty today. Can’t believe you think I’m dumb, Rob’s. When you come knockin’ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take my chances.”

- later. steve’s house. to be continued?

#just been having steddie post season 4 thoughts #been missing the era of the fandom just sort of starting during that time between vol 1 and 2 #how every fic had their own little way of resolving the upside down/vecna problem just written into afew small paragraphs #really just getting to know these characters as a pairing #most importantly before seeing them as a couple #seeing them as friends #how they would genuinely interact and get along #what their dynamics would look like #steddie early days truly have my whole entire heart #coming onto tumblr the weeks following vol1 of s4 was magical #anywho yeah non vol2 compliant steddie for you #more so just #eddie didn’t die steddie for you #they become friends bc truly i actually believe that had he lived they would have #it just makes sense #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #robin buckley #dustin henderson #also lmk if i should keep adding to this…might abyways bc i’m enjoying this #steddie fic #steddie fic idea #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction

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leclsrc · 9 months

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could i get a carlos imagine where you have commitment issues and he calms you down? as a girlie with commitment/trust issues i just wanna b repped in one of ur fics/drabbles :/// it's tuff out here brotha

bring you home — cs55

Moving in together gets difficult. Carlos is there to ease you along. title from this

genre: fluff

auds here... i hope you enjoy this!!! i too am a commitment-afflicted girl ..... it truly is tough lol. but i hope u find the right person who helps u put ur anxieties to rest <3 insp by a scene from satc i saw on tiktok

It started with a duck. But the duck started with the box. And the box started with a toothbrush joke. And the toothbrush joke started with your old lady neighbor moving out. So really, it started with Mrs. McDonnell and her massive moving van rolling down the street and leaving the flat next door empty. Somehow that old hag had managed to irritate you long after she left, albeit through means not her own.

In terms of time, it started a month ago. In terms of people (sans the old bitch), it started with Carlos, as so many of your stories do. “Mrs. McDonald finally moved out today,” he’d said, hip against your stove, watching bits of garlic turn from pale to brown. From the living room you hummed affirmation and then laughed: “McDonnell.”

“Donald, Donnell, Dinero,” he rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s moving in and out. Charles bought a new place in Monaco.”

“Well,” you shrugged, fixing the ridden-up hem of your tank top, “you could have an extra toothbrush in here, if that gets y’there.”

He laughed, pointing at you with the oil-hot rubber tip of the spatula. You two had been dating for over a year at that point, yet any suggestions of moving in together remained vague, cloudish ideas in both of your heads. For him it was impractical; for you it was a little scary.

But a toothbrush, which he always had at your flat and you at his, wasn’t moving in together. Neither was a drawer of clothes and knick-knacks. It was a symbol of your busy lives and the intermittent intersections far and few between.

Except they’d been becoming less intermittent and a lot more constant. He was almost always at your flat, the wide two-bedroom you’d decided was a good place to live with your income and the area. You had two parking spaces, a good rep with the board, and a coffee shop across the street—a place all your own.

A little plus was you had Carlos on some free days, like that day—that fateful day he turned back to the pan and said, with a smile: “I should move in.”

You froze. “You’re asking—you’re telling me or the garlic?” In fits of nerves, you could only blurt out bad jokes.

He laughed but it was a small exhale of breath. “I’m serious.” He turned to you, brown eyes big.

Your heart swelled with something between apprehension and absolute excitement, that finally you were going to take a step you felt like you’d been waiting to take forever. “You are?” You asked, so giddily you could hear your own smile.

The truth was, you had moved in with a boyfriend before, offered him a key and suggested the entire affair, bought fresh flowers and cooked eggs and made coffee and lived the bliss you only read about in romance novels. Months later you caught him fucking somebody else in your bedroom, and years later the memory fails to purge itself from your mind or your habits, plaguing every inner thought you have.

But this, you assure yourself, is Carlos.

“Dead seriou—uuooof!” Carlos barely got to the end of his sentence, with the way you barrelled into him, smiling into the blocky build of his chest and muttering a repetitive yes yes yes into the cotton of his tee. He held you there, pressing a kiss to your hair and promising he’d be in with his boxes as soon as time made way.

—

“Make way,” you yell into the tiny gap between your door and its frame.

“Hey, hi, hello,” your boyfriend sing-songs. “How are you?”

In the month you’d spent watching your boyfriend move into your flat, you’d also been subjected to your complete lack of personal space. Every time you entered, he’d be there talking his head off. Every time you came home at night, he’d be there. You felt suffocated. Scared, even if you couldn’t sleep at night without some part of you touching him. You’re simply a human with needs, and you needed space. You needed silence. Needed it. Absolutely needed it. You knew this because every time you opened your own door, it collided with a—

“Box.” You shove yourself through the gap and wedge the door closed, pointing an accusatory finger at the cardboard. “Another box by the door. Don’t make me burn those,” you mutter, fussing with your hair and toeing off your Blahniks. Across the foyer, Carlos is nailing something into the wall, noisy and incessant and you want to shrink into the floor.

“Sorry, sorry. Lo siento. I have so many stuff.”

“Yeah! You do. My flat’s only nay fucking big,” you respond, raising your pointer finger and thumb to exaggerate the size of your (in actuality, wide) living space. “Carlos, couldn’t you unpack some of these? Just some. It’s—you know, it’s piling up. And you know I hate mess.”

“I know, baby. I will as soon as I finish this up. I promise.”

You nod once, sighing and moving into the study to gather your laptop for work. You’re halfway into the room, eyes scanning your desk’s surface and finding your Mac laying flat atop it, unassuming next to a figurine of a wooden duck. You pause and blink. The wooden duck does not, its eyes painted wide and smooth and you definitely did not purchase this duck.

Somehow, this is the straw that breaks your back.

“What is this duck doing here?!” You yell, voice loud even from the study into the foyer. Carlos pulls off the goggles he’d been wearing to drill shit into your wall and smiles. A gift from me.

“A gif—I, I, I don’t like ducks.” You flail your arms around. “I just… hearing you talk or drill as soon as I come into my own home feels weird. For so long I’ve been alone and… and I’m supposed to hear silence and I—I’m scared that you’re going to figure out how scared I am and you’re going to leave me.”

He just stares, eyebrows knitted. You smother a hand over your face. You pause and breathe for a minute, then two.

“It’s just—I’ve only lived with someone three months, and that was ages ago, and before that it was my parents, so. I’m going to be really frank with you and I’m sorry if this sounds… but I’m gonna close the bedroom door and I don’t want you to talk to me for thirty minutes. I need space. And keep the duck first. I’m sorry. Is that selfish? Is that okay?” When he shakes his head and then nods, you deposit it into his arms and back up into your room.

His face, torn between concerned and endeared, softens into an understanding, patient smile. Okay, he mouths. I love you, you mouth back, and then you’re shutting it softly, leaning your forehead against the white wood and letting a long exhale leave your lips. You half-expected him to fight you back, to raise his voice, but it’s your own worst expectations weighing down on you all over again, born out of memories of your ex.

You stay like that for a while, and slowly with the quiet you realize—you find the duck cute.

You like the boxes because they remind you this is becoming a home. You like hearing him talk because it means you know he’s there. (The drilling will always be irritating, but he makes it better.) You don’t dislike anything he does, but you’re not totally lying either: you are scared. Scared of the commitment it’d take to make this a sure thing. The commitment you’d given before and the commitment that’d been betrayed.

But this is Carlos. This is Carlos, who’s understood every part of you, who’s given you time and patience even when you didn’t know how much you needed it. The Carlos who knows how you like your toast, who eats the yolk off your sunny-side eggs and gives you the white of his hard-boiled ones. The Carlos who said I love you first, surprising you into shock, and then took it back in embarrassment before you cut him off with a kiss. The Carlos who stays.

The air clears and you breathe easier. You open the door after five minutes. “You okay?”

He’s unpacking a box. He turns and smiles wryly, mimicking a zip motion across his lips. He shakes his head. No talking, remember?

You pout, smiling. “Sorry if I’m neurotic.”

You pad softly toward him and it’s easy, too easy for him to pick you up into his arms, wrap your legs around his waist, stay standing and hugging you. He’s quiet still, patient, warm. “I like hearing you talk. I like your boxes. I like that you’re mine and we’re here.” You inhale. “‘M just scared. And I don’t… want to be, but I am, and… it’s just me. I’m crazy.”

“Hey, Crazy. So am I. Take your time.” He hugs you tighter. “I’m not gonna leave you, even if you hated the duck.” I didn’t, you say quietly. It was cute. “I know it’s hard, baby. I know. You have to let me take care of you. You have me, okay? You have me.”

“And when you’re not here?” Fear slithers up and tries to tug at you but his arms are around you, secure and holding you there, so you don’t let it.

The thing with needs, really, is when they’re met—met in the best, most understanding way, especially…

He kisses your neck. “I’ll always be.”

…You find you no longer need them at all.

#f1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader

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wsdanon · 4 months

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Oooh fit in the fuga universe is so interesting too! I wonder how their relationships would be affected by being in Alcatraz. Also, what would Cell and fit think of each other if they met in that time instead of in the future in quesadilla island! There is so much potential in this idea!!

hm I feel a little better now so I can think about the idea more. and writing the first bit this is already kind of long and I have a lot more to say so I think this will be going under a cut lol \o/

also just to be clear there’ll be no spoilers for my 2bxfuga fic this is just me expanding on an idea for the reverse I came up with earlier

I think it’s much harder to make work than the other way around but also this is fanfic so who cares. fit has been in normal society before going to 2b2t and hasn’t been there for as long as on qsmp by the time he gets out. I think he adjusts fairly quickly to the rules but not in his mindset (probably similar to on the island but there’s a difference of everyone around him could still be enemies so he’s not as chill)

fit and cell would be especially interesting to me. I think they would immediately size each other up as being from similar places (kill or be killed places: the war versus the wasteland) and they’d either get along really well because of this familiarity or they’d hate each other. i think you could honestly argue for both ways but for a fitpac story fit and cell hating each other makes more sense

imagine them seeing the new guy come in and he’s immediately pretty cold to cell specifically. also he looks buff and capable as fuck and he’s in for murder \o/ think them trying to hire a gang to protect themselves from cell. maybe they approach him and go “hey we don’t like this guy that you don’t like—how about we team up?”

would fit agree to this? well I think out of his comfort zone in a prison where he doesn’t speak the language (and with pac asking) he’d agree. purely strategic not at all because pac was the one asking (okay maybe a little because it was pac)

fitpac interlude: pac seems pretty into polyamory so I don’t think whatever he has going on with fit will change what’s going on with cell but it might make him think twice about it/might not make it so extreme. I always use the idea that fuga takes place over a year so pac flirting with cell is partially to try and get him to not just kill them whenever he gets mad at them. having the slowburn with fit could just make his feelings for cell less genuine but wouldn’t stop the flirting (pac flirting with prison guards and bobinho even now that he’s dating fit)

mike is honestly probably relieved by this and even though he doesn’t trust fit as much he warms up to him a lot quicker than in my 2bxfuga fic I would say. as now pac has some other hot violent guy to fall in love with and this one doesn’t want to kill him. plus they haven’t had all their horrible experiences with cell yet so the two being similar in his mind doesn’t ring any alarm bells (unlike in the fic) and by the time it would, he already trusts fit

they probably don’t tell him about the escape plans until much later on and they trust him more. and then escape plans have to be delayed to account for another person. I’m not sure how much it would change of the overall plot because to me the biggest plot points are: 1) pac loses a leg 2) they escape—and I wouldn’t want to get rid of either of these

maybe they manage to escape without bringing cell with them? abandoning him at the prison instead of island? maybe JV survives? But then they wouldn’t bring Guaxinim with them… I’m not sure. if I ever wrote something for this it wouldn’t be like what I’m writing with the other version of the au now it’d just be a oneshot maybe. I already have two multi-chaptered fics I’m balancing I don’t think I could manage another lol

#wsd/n.ewidea #wsd/a.sks #wsd/a.non

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mrwavellswaps · 2 years

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Anxious for Change

Mike had been living his best life. He was in great shape, had been apart of the police force for two years, had a ton of great friends and coworkers. It all seemed great. Well except for one thing. Sure Mike had an incredible body but he’d always dreamed of what it’d be like to become more of a chubby bear. There were many times where he’d considered changing up his lifestyle and packing on some extra weight to get the body he dreamt of having… but his insecurities always stopped him. He believed that if he lost his fit, athletic body that he’d be judged for it. Especially since the majority of his friends were all fitness freaks like he seemed to be. He worried they’d just start to view him as lazy and maybe even see him as being less then they are. Of course a lot of this might’ve just been in Mikes head. Perhaps his friends wouldn’t care one bit about what he did to his body and would support him anyway… but the insecure thoughts still lingered regardless.

Because of this Mike projected his desire onto his new boyfriend Jim in a way. Jim was chubby bear/cub type and whenever Mike would look at him, he’d imagine what it’d be like to be that same size.

While Mike retained a healthy diet to keep his lean, muscular frame, Jim would eat pretty much whatever he wanted. Of course Mike saw how easy it’d be to join in and eat the same takeouts and fast food that Jim loved until he too started to become a bear. But again, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was a prisoner to his own insecurities.

One evening the pair were sat at the table eating dinner as usual by now. Jim had ordered himself some fast food like usual while Mike had cooked himself some chicken and rice with eggs on the side and a glass of orange juice to wash it down.

“Hey babe. Do you *chew* ever wonder what it’d be like *gulp* if we had each overs bodies?” Jim asked as he wolfed down a burger. Of course Mike was take off guard by the question. Did Jim know about his desire? No surely not right? It was just a dumb question for fun.

“Oh… uhh yeah I guess so. I think that’d be pretty… wild I suppose.” Mike replied, trying to stay casual as he scooped up the rest of his rice.

“Same here. It’d be so weird having to wear each over clothes and shit.” Jim laughed. “Since I know for a fact you’d be swamped in most of mine and I’d rip most of yours normally.” He patted his belly before taking a swig of his drink. “You know what we should try that.”

“Try what?”

“Wear each overs clothes. Could be fun! Don’t worry, I’ll be extra careful with yours.” Jim winked

Mike hesitated for a second. It felt like this all came out of nowhere. Yet at the same time the idea of wearing those huge clothes and imagining he could fill them out was such a hot vision. “You know what sure. How’s about we finish dinner then head up stairs. We can wear each-overs work clothes… why not” Mike smirked.

As one could imagine the pair finished up their food pretty fast. They gave it a bit of time to settle before venturing upstairs into the bedroom. Excitedly they both began stripping off piece by piece, checking each over out in the process. Once they were both nude at last, they exchanged clothes. Mike handing over his black police gear while Jim tossed over the surprisingly clean clothes he’d worn on the construction site that day.

Mike pulled on Jim’s underwear and jeans first. They’d fit Jim snuggly but on Mike’s frame they barely held up even after Mike put the belt on nice and tight. Though looking over he saw Jim wasn’t doing much better as he was struggling to pull those police pants over his thick ass. Despite that he was trying surprisingly hard to do so until they finally slipped over. Next Mike plunged himself into the tee which was still damp with Jim’s sweat which, just as he expected, swamped him. Looking over he noticed Jim had somehow managed to pull on the police shirt though it was skin tight and his belly was protruding out the bottom. After that Mike even went as far as to slip on Jim’s fluorescent jacket while laughing at how even that was massively oversized. Lastly they started to pull on each overs socks. One thing Mike had first noticed when he first met Jim aside from his bearish body was how huge his feet were and that was even more apparent now seeing how baggy Jim’s socks felt on his feet whereas Mikes socks looked closer to ankle socks on Jim’s feet.

In all honesty, they both looked silly. Mike was barely able to keep Jim’s clothes on while it was miracle Jim hadn’t tore any of Mike’s clothes in that whole process. But despite that Mike couldn’t deny how hot this was. Wearing his boyfriends huge clothes. Watching his boyfriends huge stomach and ass press tightly against his clothes. Maybe he could convince Jim to do some kind of kinky role play where they pretend they’re in each overs bodies to spice things up.

“Fuck yessss I can’t wait…” Jim muttered to himself.

“Huh? Can’t wait for wh-aaaoooohhhh” Mike began to groan as a hot sensation swiftly began building in his stomach before spreading out across his body. “Oooooahhh-whats-Ahhoooooahh-happening?!-Ooooooohh” He managed to say between moans. Jim didn’t reply. Instead he too started to moan. It seemed like he was experiencing the same as whatever Mike was currently going through. Except… he was grinning?

Mike’s attention soon returned to his own body as all of sudden he felt bloated beyond belief. It was as if he’d just scarfed down an entire buffet at once. Then as if on cue his stomach practically exploded outwards in an almost cartoonish fashion. Long gone we’re the abs he’d worked to maintain as a large soft belly now rested in their place, filling out Jim’s shirt nicely. Before he even had time to process, the same bloating sensation filled his arms, legs, ass and pretty much every part of his body. But it was all too much. Mike’s eyes started to flutter, losing consciousness but before he blacked out he glanced back at Jim stood across the room, still smiling away as his body got leaner and leaner, the clothes Mike had given not looking so tight anymore. The last thing he saw was the way Jim’s facial features started to twist and alter but he couldn’t make out the result before everything faded to black.

Only about 20 minutes or so had passed by the time Mike awoke. Immediately he noticed that not only was he alone in the bedroom but the body he adorned was most certainly not his own. Slowly he sat up, with a bit of effort, and was bewildered to feel a huge gut rolling as he did. It was bizarre but somehow he now filled out all of Jim’s clothes perfectly. The jeans, the socks, the tee. All of it hugged his body just right. The belt buckle even burst due to what must’ve been pressure after how tight Mike had done it up before. What the fuck was going on?!

The perplexed man pulled himself up off the floor to inspect himself properly. His arms looked much bigger beefier than before with a mix of fat and muscle while his legs were now gigantic monsters with thighs that permanently stuck together due to the sheer mass. Naturally the very first thing he did was pull up Jim’s shirt and of course he saw none other than a big hairy belly. But not just any hairy belly. Sure it looked different from this angle but it he was certain it was Jim’s belly! But how?!

Mike couldn’t help but rub and even pat it a little in wonder, feeling himself get a bit of a hard on in the process. But even that felt different. Just then, using his bigger meatier hands, Mike undid the zipper on Jim’s jeans before whipping out his cock. Only it wasn’t his cock. It was a lot thicker than his but a fair bit shorter as well. Just. Like. Jim’s… It even had the exact curvature that Jim’s cock had!

By now Mike had started to connect the dots but at the same time he just couldn’t believe it. After all it was an insane thought but everything was pointing to him somehow… becoming Jim!? His hands darted up towards his face. He still had a beard but it felt different from before yet also familiar at the same time. What caught his attention more though was how pudgy his face felt. All his features just felt wrong like they weren’t in the right places anymore. He needed a mirror!

Dashing into the bathroom, while almost stumbling a few times due to his new weight, Mike couldn’t help but let out a gasp as he saw the face staring back at him. Jim. It was Jim’s face. But not just his face, it was Jim’s entire body mimicking his every move! Shell shocked would be an understatement right now. Mike physically couldn’t speak out of pure disbelief but if he could he was sure the voice he would hear would be that of his boyfriend.

After the initial shock had worn off, Mike couldn’t help but inspect himself further. Poking at his face, pinching his arms, probing his stomach. On one hand he should be freaking out but on the other he couldn’t help but start to feel horny. He loved his boyfriends body so much because he’d always wished he had the courage to give in a have a body like that for himself… and now he did. He flexed his beefy arms a little before turning around to see the thick ass he’d ogled so many times pressed against Jim’s jeans. Almost every part of his mind was telling him to rip off those jeans and start exploring but he was hit with a sudden realisation. If he now looked like Jim then what about the real Jim? Infact where was Jim!?

Mike burst out of the bathroom and stomped down the stairs fully expecting to have to hunt Jim down but it seems he didn’t have to. Sat on the living room couch was a man that looked identical to Mike’s real body… with his cock out. His doppelgänger looked up with a dumb grin as he continued stroking his shaft.

“J…Jim? Is that you?”

“Of course babe! Though I guess you could start calling me Mike now heheh” Jim joked

“W-what the fuck happened? Why am I you? Why are you me? A-a-and why are you so damn calm about this?!?!” Mike spiralled in a panic. Seeing this Jim hopped up from the couch, still amused at how light he felt, before placing a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

“Because I did this.” Jim admitted with a calming smile. Mike’s face contorted with confusion, not being able to speak as he waited for an explanation. “I went into this magic shop where the clerk sold me a special little potion. All we had to do was consume it, wear each overs clothes and bam, total switcheroo!”

“B-but when did-“

“I slipped some into your orange juice earlier when you weren’t looking.”

Mike didn’t know what to say. Why? Why would Jim do this? Why would he steal his body? Part of him wanted to sucker punch the other man but he just couldn’t. The idea of hitting his own face was just… off putting.

“You’ve gotta go back and get more! We can’t just become each over Jim!”

“Why not? We’ve been dating almost a year now. We know enough about each over. Plus the shop clerk also said we’d gradually gain some of the memories of our new forms. Besides, I see the way you look at me sometimes. Especially when we eat together, the way you always look at the food I eat. And the way you always grab and worship my stomach during sex. You wanted to have a body like mine right?” Jim deduced before grabbing hold of Mike’s gut and shaking it a little. Once again Mike was lost for words but the twitching bulge in his jeans was all the answer Jim needed. “Look, I got a second vial of the potion as well so if you don’t like this we can always swap back later. Just try it for a day or two and see how you feel babe.”

Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about all this. He was horny sure but the idea of him not only having to live Jim’s life but Jim living his as well just seemed weird… but maybe not in a bad way. He’d always said how he’d liked to have worked construction had his police job not worked out since building was always something he’d found oddly interesting. Jim on the other hand had frequently mentioned how he’d have loved to know what being an officer was like. Before his train of thought could travel any further though, Mike felt one of his former hands slide down the back of his jeans before squeezing his bigger, furry ass cheeks.

“And you can’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it’d be like to fuck yourself. I know I have.” Jim murmured though he barely had time to finish the sentence before Mike pressed his pudgy face against Jim’s.

The couple made out for a few hot minutes, groping at the bodies they used to own before Mike broke them apart. “Fine, we can do a trial run, but you should’ve told me about this first…”

“I know I’m sorry babe… I was just so excited and acted a little irrationally.” Jim slowly began to pull Mike’s jeans down until his ass and very excited cock were exposed. “But hey I’m certain we’re going to have lots of fun” He stated with a grin before turning his old body around and pushing him down against the couch, getting a good view of his thick former ass.

Mike grunted in pleasure as Jim shoved his face between the colossal cheeks. No wonder Mike always loved eating his ass out before sex, it tasted so fucking great and the feeling of having his face smushed between those giant cheeks was nothing short of euphoric. Fuck he was so glad Mike was kinda on board with this. In all honesty, what Jim did wasn’t a lapse in judgment at all. He wanted Mike’s body. Sure Mike was his boyfriend and he loved him but Jim had always felt such a deep, jealous desire towards Mike’s fit, lean body. The fact of the matter was Jim never intended to swap back. Ever. You see Jim had lied about having a potion to switch back. In fact the one they’d taken was a temporary switch that would undo itself after 48 hours… unless of course they fulfilled a certain condition. To fill each over with their seed. Once that was done, it was completely permanent with no way of undoing it.

“Fuuuuuuuuck my ass feels incredible!” Jim stated as he gradually pressed his new cock between those furry cheeks and into the hole. “Or should I say your ass now hahah!”

Mike couldn’t deny how amazing it felt on his end. Having the cock he used to own shoved up inside his new hole was a feeling like no other. Part of him was starting to think that maybe this was a good idea after all. He’d always envied Jim’s pudgy body and now he had it all for himself. Just feeling all the pudge jiggle as he was rammed into felt amazing, especially the way his belly wobbled. This was what he’d always wanted but was too afraid to have. During this Mike was surprised just how into this Jim was getting. He was really giving his ass a pounding, not that Mike was complaining at this point. The real icing on the cake however was when they flipped over so Mike was on his back. With a smirk Jim began caressing Mike’s thick hairy tits before pinching at his nipples. The feeling was electric! Mike’s old nipples never felt like that. Sensitive beyond belief. Now he understood why Jim had always told him to play with his nipples during foreplay.

“Yeeaaahh I knew you’d like that.” Jim guffawed upon seeing Mike’s face contort in pleasure. “I only realised just how sensitive my old nipples were when I got this body and started to touch yours and realised they didn’t feel nearly as euphoric. Thankfully the rest of your sexy body more than makes up for that though.”

Jim continues to pound into Mike with a certain eagerness that Mike had never really seen from his boyfriend before. He was certainly enjoying though. And even throughout getting his ass pounded by his own cock, Mike couldn’t help but still feel up his own body. Grabbing at his belly and arms, squeezing his chest and of course pinching at his nipples whenever Jim wasn’t already doing it. At one point Jim even stopped fucking just to bend down and suck on them. Mike found himself groaning out and holding his former face against his furry tits while his cock throbbed and leaked. It was official. This was some of the best sex he’d ever had!

The two fucked it so many different positions. Some where Mike was even pressed against the floor or the wall while getting drilled but they ended in the same position they started in. On the couch with Mike laid face down, ass up while Jim was getting ready to explode. He sped up in pace, now so eager to finish inside Mike. He began to shout and curse as his balls clenched before…

“OOOOH YEAH FUUUUUCK!” Jim bellowed, his cock unloading a huge nut and creaming his former ass. “Take it! Take it all!” Little did Mike know that Jim wasn’t just referring to the cum but for him to take Jim’s body as well.

Mike was pleasantly surprised afterwards however as almost immediately after pulling out, Jim was already putting his own ass on display for Mike while pretty much begging to fucked. Mike was more than willing to oblige, pumping his fatter dick and lubing it up with spit and precum. He shoved two of his thick sausage fingers inside the hole first, exploring it a little in bewilderment before pushing the fat tip of his member inside. It was a little tight but Mike had taken Jim’s cock enough times in the past to be able to slip right in.

Everything about this felt foreign to Mike. Using a new dick to fuck with felt so oddly different and feeling his new body weight shift and jiggle with each thrust was such a bizarre sensation but it was one he enjoyed throughly. Not to mention how much stronger he felt now. All this size came with enough strength to be able to pick up and move his former body into whatever position he liked. Before long Mike was stood up holding Jim in his arms of whom had his legs wrapped around Mike’s large waist as he bounced up and down on Mike’s member. It made him feel dominant in a whole new way he never could’ve experienced before.

However due to all the nipple and prostate stimulation from beforehand, Mike was swiftly getting ready to blow. They found themselves back on the sofa once again with Jim’s legs up in the air while Mike pumped at an ever increasing pace.

“Fuuuck… fuuckkk I’m… gonna cum…” Mike was just able to grunt out between thrusts.

Hearing those words was like magic to Jim’s ears. Immediately he wrapped his legs around Mike’s waist, pulling him in close. “Yess! Yess cum inside me! Fuck yeah give me your fuckin body!” Jim blurted out

“Fuu-…W-what? What do y-ooooooahhhh” Mike was stopped short as Jim lunged forwards and grabbed both of Mike’s nipples, squeezing and twisting them causing the other man to go into a frenzy.

“Just cum you giant bastard!”

On cue Mike’s jaw goes slack for a moment, letting out a deep satisfied groan as his new bear nut rose through his cock before erupting in a massive flow of thick cum that filled Jim’s hole to the brim. Both men had a look of blissful accomplishment plastered across their faces but for totally different reasons. With that however, Mike collapses on top of Jim after pulling out, totally exhausted and sweaty. Jim didn’t mind though. If anything he welcomed the feeling of being pinned under his old body while taking in his former sweaty scent. Fuck it smelt even better from the outside. But more importantly he was just happy that now, no matter what, he got to keep Mike’s lean athletic body.

- 1 week later -

Jim had just finished preparing his balanced dinner for the evening after recording all the calories. By the time he sat down at the table though, Mike was already digging into the takeout he’d ordered. Jim smiled seeing how happy and content Mike was. Just a week ago they’d been in the opposite positions but since they switched things couldn’t have been better for the couple.

The couple first days were a tad awkward. Since they hadn’t fully gained the necessary memories yet Mike was getting quite a few odd looks around the construction site. Jim on the other hand had not choice but to use up some of his sick days since he couldn’t risk doing police work without the proper knowledge. However by about day 3 the new memories had sunk in and the pair were able to perfectly slip into their new lives. Jim was quick to get along with his new partner on the job and it didn’t take long for Mike to get in on all the banter with his new tradie buddies. Soon enough nobody would ever be able to tell that they’d been living the opposite life up until a week ago.

Jim of course was more than happy with his new body. It was first time in his life he’d ever had abs, not to mention proper muscled pecs. Everything about him felt so lean and compact. He was faster, had way more stamina and was incredibly flexible. All of which was a dream come true. Before he’d have never have been able to get himself into this kind of shape but with Mike’s discipline instilled within, he was have no problem maintaining a healthy, balanced diet and keeping up with a consistent work out schedule. Now that he’d experienced what it was like to be as fit as this, there was no way he’d ever want to return to his old body.

Mike was having a similar experience but on the other end of the spectrum. For him it was the first time he’d had a gut that sometimes blocked his view as well as big squishy fur tits. Every inch of his body felt so hefty which in turn made him feel stronger. Stronger than he’d ever been before. And he loved it! Sure he might not even had the same stamina and flexibility but who needs any of that anyway when you’ve got such a hot pudgy body to enjoy 24/7! Plus eating was just so easy now because he could eat whatever the hell he wanted. Pizza, Burgers, Fries, Chips, Chocolate, Muffins. All of which he would’ve seen as taboo before unless he had a rare cheat day. Swiftly Mike was falling deeper and deeper in love with his new bearish body.

“Mmmhmm… this stuff is soooo good babe. I can’t believe how much I’ve been missing out on all these years.” Mike said between mouthfuls of Chinese food. He’d been ordering something different to try almost every night so far.

“Haha well don’t tempt me. Gotta keep in top shape for the job.”

Mike chuckled “Honestly I was a little annoyed when you first pulled this whole switching thing on me but this last week has been one of the happiest of my life.” he admitted. “You know I always envied your body. Huge and chubby to just the right degree. Fuck I wanted to have this so badly but I was too scared… but look at me now!” He pulled up his shirt, patting and rubbing his big furry gut with pride.

“What I’m trying to say is Thank you… and if you really want I wouldn’t mind staying this way. You know… for good.”

Jim had to do his best to keep a straight face as Mike still believed this was reservable. Instead he simply replied saying that he would love that and that he’d throughly enjoyed his time in Mike’s form as well. “Well then, if that’s the case, then should we start getting used to calling each over by our new names for real now Jim.”

Hearing his boyfriend call him by that name made the new Jim’s fat cock immediately spring up in his pants. “I think you’re right, Mike.”

With that the interesting couple finished their meals after fully embracing their new identities. The new Mike would sleep soundly knowing he tricked his boyfriend into thinking the permanent swap was his own idea and could continue to pound the new Jim’s ass almost every night. Besides this was the best ending for both of them. They both got the bodies they desired and were an even happier couple than before.

This story was actually meant to be up a couple days ago as it was only supposed to be a short 1K word story but I ended up getting quite carried away. Regardless I hope you all enjoy!

#magic #male body swap #male body theft #male transformation #permanent #weight gain #bear #hairy #identity theft #cop #tradie

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kittensyoonie · 1 year

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TXT X Male Reader

Yeonjun was one of the most popular boys in school by a long shot. How could he not be? He was perfect in every way. Good looks, talented, kind. Y/n thought so, having a crush on him. Somehow, someone found out found out he had a crush on another man, and told the whole school.

Choi Yeonjun X Male Reader (amab)

Requested: no

Warnings: dark themes, homophobia, bullying, slur words, happy ending, getting together, hurt comfort, I’m still figuring out txts personalities so bear with me!, not proof read because 🤦🏼‍♂️

Y/n and Yeonjun had been attending the same school since fifth grade. They were friendly, they’d hang out time to time and always got along during school things.

Since y/n had transferred to his school and not the other way around, he had a hard time fitting in. Yeonjun had his friend group already, pretty much everyone did. Though it didn’t take long for y/n to find his friends.

He couldn’t help but slowly develop a crush on Yeonjun throughout middle school. Everyone pretty much had one, it was like every day he became more handsome. But for y/n, it wasn’t just his looks. He was growing his heart as well, showing more of a side of him others didn’t notice before.

Because y/n did become friends with Beomgyu, he did get to spend more time around Yeonjun than the average person. Though he still wouldn’t consider himself in their friend group or close with Yeonjun.

In their last year of school, y/n managed to get to that point where he wasn’t popular, but he wasn’t bullied either. He just existed, and people were kind to him. He liked it like that, to him it flowed easily. He hoped it would last until they graduated. He hoped.

“Why does it matter?” Y/n playfully glared, sitting next to Beomgyu outside, both having their textbooks open yet not entirely reading it.

“Because, I want to know. It’s so obvious, how long have you liked him?” Beomgyu asked again, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

Y/n sighed and closed the textbook. “I don’t know to be honest. I don’t know when I fell for him, all I know is one day I realized, and by then I realized I had already fallen for him hard.”

“You gonna tell him?” Beomgyu question. “Oh don’t give me that look y/n, you know he would never hurt you for liking him, especially as another man. He wouldn’t push you away either.”

“I know I know. I just… it’ll change, and I’m not sure I’m ready for him to say no or reject me. Because as much as he may be kind about it, things will be different.”

Beomgyu sighed and adjusted himself. “Just don’t— don’t bottle it up. You know what’ll happen if you do.”

Y/n nodded, playing with his pencil. Not an ounce of good can come from him bottling up his feelings. He knew all too well.

“Hey guys!” Yeonjun called out, jogging over.

Dammit.

The next day, though he genuinely expected to be like every other day, was chaos. Everyone around him was staring at him and whispering. Most were looking at him with pure disgust. He didn’t understand, until he got to his locker. Sprayed on it was the word “fag”.

Some of the students were laughing once they realized he had read it. He knew damn well he wasn’t out besides some friends. He also knew that this was no accident or joke. Everyone knew he wasn’t straight.

Doing his best to ignore the situation and everyone, he opened his locker and got everything sorted. Some people walked by calling him slurs and laughing at him. He could feel a panic attack rising but he did his best to ignore it.

When he got to his first class Beomgyu almost immediately went over to y/n, scowling at the comments people were making for it. He pulled the boy aside, a look of pure worry in his eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, Soobin coming up behind him.

Y/n didn’t respond, and when he didn’t, the two took him out of class and to a quiet area. Soobin being class president got them some leeway.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” Y/n muttered, cracking his jaw. “I don’t have any idea how they found out.”

“Maybe they overheard our conversation yesterday?” Beomgyu suggested, rubbing his back. He looked between y/n and Soobin, visibly upset for his friend.

“That’s possible. But I wouldn’t know who said it…”

“Well if you figure it out please let me know, I’ll handle it. Outing someone and bullying them is not okay.” Soobin added in.

Y/n nodded and sighed, wiping his eyes. “Can we go back to class please?”

Y/n made the mistake of going to the bathroom during lunch alone. On his way back to the cafeteria he ran into a group of students, the ones he figured spray painted his locker.

One boy immediately grabbed his shirt and pinned him to the wall as the other two boys stood blocking each side. The girls that were with them were standing back, one filming and the others laughing and mocking.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going fag?” The one holding his shirt sneered.

Y/n closed his eyes and tilted his head away from them. He was never one for violence, in fact he hated it. But being physically assaulted wasn’t something he was used to, so his mind froze up. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t fight back. Which seemed to infuriate the guy, who threw him to the ground.

Y/n landed on his arm, hissing in pain. He grabbed it, slowly sitting up.

“Since you want to play that game, why don’t we have some fun~” the others all laughed at the student as they crowded around him.

“That’s enough!” A familiar voice shouted, and it didn’t take long for y/n to process who that voice belonged to.

Yeonjun ran over absolutely furious. Everyone standing over y/n looked like wounded puppies about to get abandoned by their mommy. The girls involved were notorious bullies, pretty much obsessed with Yeonjun and his friends. The boys half the time were trying to be like him or become his friend. Yeonjun was just that kind of person. So him catching them do this, really scared them.

Yeonjun pushed through and helped y/n up, holding him by his waist. Y/ns ears were ringing as he was still processing everything that was happening.

“I’m beyond disappointed in all of you. For one, do you really think you get to have an opinion on someone else’s sexual orientation? You think you have the right to take action on those opinions?” Yeonjun hissed. “To bully and harass someone in itself is disgusting, but to physically attack someone?”

“B- but you say that like it’s okay-“

“okay to be gay?” Yeonjun cut off, pulling y/n closer.

“Yeah and well… the rumors all say he probably likes you, that you’re the one he likes…” one of the girls stammered.

“I don’t care what the rumors may or may not say, especially coming from you guys. It also genuinely doesn’t matter who he’s fallen for. In fact, the only reason I care to know is because I myself am not straight, and I’ve liked y/n for a while now.”

Everyone standing there looked mortified by what they just heard. After a few seconds delay y/n startled, looking at Yeonjun with wide eyes. But Yeonjun just kept staring at the others.

“I don’t care to say it. I don’t care for gender, I only care about who a person is. And y/n, y/n is a caring and kind and compassionate person, who always remembers the little things about people even if he only met them once. He doesn’t think twice to help others around them, and frankly I’m fond of his sense of humor.” Y/n cheeks turned more and more red, unaware of the crowd they were attracting.

Before any of the others could respond, Soobin came through with the principal in tow. He went straight over to his two friends, checking up on them. He was with Yeonjun and overheard what was happening, and went to get help.

Yeonjun refused to leave y/ns side as the principal asked what happened, or the nurse checked his arm out. Luckily it wasn’t broken, just bruised up.

“Did you, did you mean what you said?” Y/n asked.

He was sitting on the nurses bed, it was just them two.

“Every word of it,” Yeonjun responded, moving to stand in front of him. “If that’s okay with you.”

“More than okay.” Y/n admitted without a second to think, earning a chuckle from Yeonjun. “I… it’s more than okay, because… well, the rumors aren’t wrong. I do like you Yeonjun, I have for years, I’ve just been too scared to say anything.”

Yeonjun locked their fingers together, making y/n look up at him.

“I’m pretty sure me and Beomgyu talking about my crush on you is what landed me here.” Y/n chuckled awkwardly, squeezing Yeonjuns hands.

Yeonjun chuckled too, moving closer. “No wonder Beomgyu was so pushy that I talk to you. We both confided in him, he knew we liked each other.”

“Poor Gyu,” y/n mumbled, his eyes flickering between Yeonjuns eyes and lips.

Yeonjun hummed and leaned down, kissing him. Finally. It really did feel like the world stopped for y/n, he finally got to kiss Yeonjun. After about a minute of slow kissing Yeonjun pulled away, kissing y/ns forehead.

“What now?” Y/n asked, looking up at Yeonjun with his heart outside of his chest.

“Now, if you’re ready, I’d love you to become my boyfriend. Not that you need protection, but I’ll make sure no one touches or bothers you about your sexuality ever again.” Yeonjun responded, sitting next to y/n.

Y/n smiled and turned to face him. “I’d love to be your boyfriend. And I uh, yeah I don’t need protection but I don’t mind the idea of you looking out for me.”

Yeonjun chuckled and kissed y/n again, this time the kiss more comfortable and confident.

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abbatoirablaze · 6 months

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Locked Up, Chapter 14

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of a riot.

“Hey doc…”

You frowned, seeing the tired expression of the man sitting on the stool by the metal detector.

“Wh-where’s Bernie?” you asked gently, curious about the disappearance of your favorite guard who sat at the entrance of the jail.

The man frowned, “hospital…critical condition after the riots.”

Your heart ached for the older gentleman who had normally sat down at the entrance to the prison. He’d been retired from the force for nearly fifteen years and had taken what he thought was a cake-walk of a job by sitting at the metal detector for a prison.

All too often you’d had conversations about how he was excited to get home to his wife, or have a day out with his grandchildren on his next day off.

“Oh…”

“They put him in a medical coma last week…too much swelling in the brain. Surgery relieved some pressure…” he offered sadly. But then he shook his head, “but they don’t think he’s going to come out of it. Daughter’s been talking about pulling the plug on the poor guy.”

You gasped, saddened by the news that a man that had dedicated nearly his whole life to law enforcement was going to have that type of ending, “oh my…”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “Agnes isn’t holding up too well…not with his daughter making that suggestion…”

“That’s horrible.”

“It is…but it’s also a hazard of the job. Just because he was out here, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be in the line of fire if something like this ever happened,” He shrugged, clearly not too hung up on the idea of a riot in the prison or it’s unfortunate casualties, “you gonna go through, doc?”

“Oh-yeah…sorry…”

He nodded and you passed through the detector. Taking your name badge and purse from the tray that you’d originally put it into, you slid the bag over your shoulder and your badge on your jacket, “I-I guess I’ll see you later…ha-have a good day!”

“Yeah,” he muttered more to himself than anyone else, “have a good day doc!”

“Thank you…”

You walked in relative silence, your mind way too focused on what had happened nearly two weeks ago to focus on anything else.

How things had managed to turn sideways so quickly was not only jarring to you, but it made you consider your own position.

You had been a new-hire, and the events were traumatic enough that while you were an experienced psychologist, you hadn’t been well versed in the tragedy of a riot, so you had to undergo extensive psychological testing and then a few bouts of defensive training in a prison while they transferred in another set of shrinks to talk the inmates through everything.

But then your mind wandered to Bucky and Curtis.

They had done so much for you during the course of the riot. They had protected you. Made you feel safe…but they’d also set their boundaries, letting you know just where you fit into their lives.

And you hadn’t rejected it.

“Doc!”

You were surprised to see the familiar face, “Viv? Wh-what are you doing here? I thought-“

“Came in to pick up my last paycheck,” she admitted, cutting you off, “Y-you’re coming back?”

You nodded, “Yeah…I am.”

“Good for you…” she said after a second, “you know…you’re one of the few women coming back.”

Your brow quirked, “What?”

“Well, after the riot ended, a few women decided they were better off going to a minimum-security prison, or transferred to county…I-well…I’m pursuing other options…and I’m sure that you know of Lila by now…”

“It-it’s my first day back.”

“Guess Hansen wasn’t blowing smoke up our asses when he’d scream that he was important,” she smirked, “government wiped his and Jensen’s records and pulled them both out at the end of the riot. The three of them disappeared together. No one knows where they are. My guess is the psycho has his little play things holed up somewhere while he’s off planning the next global disaster.”

“H-How do you know that the government pulled Hansen and Jensen?” you asked softly, “I-I mean, you know Jake. He’s smart enough to wipe the records. Inmate Hansen could have formulated an escape with-“

“I saw the letters to the new warden.”

You frowned, remembering how Inmate Drysdale had killed the previous warden.

Ransom Drysdale.

“How is Ransom?”

She caught on to your tone and she chose to ignore it, but sent you an icy look regardless.

“I hear that he was vindicated,” Viv shrugged, obviously not wanting to admit that she had a relationship with the inmate while still inside the walls of the prison, “he’s been proven innocent once and for all…he’s not a murderer…”

“You mean, he didn’t kill his grandfather…”

“That’s what I said,” she said with a shrug as she looked at you, “unless…you know something?”

You shook your head, looking her directly in the eye, “I don’t know anything.”

“Hmmm..” she nodded thoughtfully. The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes before she gave up, “well…it-it was good seeing you…”

“Yeah…” You nodded softly, “you too, Viv…”

“Now as some of you know, there has been a turnover with the warden!” A few of the people coughed, showing how uncomfortable they felt with the governor discussing the warden’s demise, “a few weeks ago, during the riots, Warden Bodecker was murdered. Since all of the cameras were off, and there was no power inside of the facility, we do not know how this managed to happen or even why, but we can only assume that it was because of a vendetta that an inmate had against him.”

A few more awkward coughs.

Everyone knew that Warden Bodecker was a mean, controlling son of a bitch. Just like all of them had known that he was fucking Viv on the sly.

So, they all knew, at least in part, that one of the inmates had murdered him in cold blood, and it was because of Viv and they had the slightest inkling that it had to have been one of two men, one of which was already outside of the prison walls, and his family had been the one to help secure the position for the new warden in question.

“While our staff has been most amazing at running the prison in lieu of an actual warden, I am happy to tell you all right now that we no longer require those services as we have found our new warden!” the governor smiled, clapping at his own introduction, “he’s one owner of one of the largest tech conglomerates in the world. Billionaire philanthropist, Tony Stark!”

There were a few scattered claps throughout the breakroom, as a man in a pristine pin-stripe suit stood up and took off his sunglasses.

You watched him for a second, and it was like he was personally surveying each and every person.

And then his eyes landed on you.

You felt like your blood was turning to ice in your veins.

“First off let me just say that I am sorry for your loss!” he said firmly, leaving a few seconds to pause for good measure. He crossed his arms over his chest and began shaking his head, “you know, when I first saw this prison on the news, I knew that there was something going on…but I didn’t-I didn’t think the problems were as deep as they really were. I say this with all respect to your previous boss, but the riot and the blood spilled was because of him. There have been inmates in here that were wrongfully accused and mistreated, men turned to savages because of outdated policies, and atrocities committed under the watchful eye of Lee Bodecker!”

There were a few mumbles amongst the group as officers and administrators wondered just how much the tech mogul knew.

“Our prison system has not only been failing the inmates…but the people working in them,” he said with a shake of his head, “all of you were stretched so thin, that when push came to shove, and a riot happened, you lost valuable members of your team because of understaffing, limited training, and no real hazard pay or benefits to make up for just how much of a dangerous place it is to work in. But I wat to change that. I want to re-incentivize every single one of you and turn this place around for the better…so that all of us can remain safe and well paid for it. I know that this place may be a prison, but we’re here to rehabilitate these criminals. And I think we can only do that when each one of you are supported.”

The governor smiled behind him.

You felt your stomach turning.

“I know that some of you may be skeptical about me…but know that I am here to help,” Tony pointed out, “That doesn’t just start with my words. I want you to know that all of the testing and training that each of you have been undergoing is because I care about your emotional, mental, and physical well-being. That wasn’t just training to have under your belt because of the tragedy that happened. That was one of the new policies I put in place to make sure all of you are taken care of in every way possible.”

Someone raised their hand and Tony shook his head, “no…no…you don’t need to raise your hand. You. With the question. What is it that you need?”

“I’ve been a CO for nearly five years here…what makes you think you can change any of this?”

“I can see the hesitation in you, officer. I understand what you’re thinking and the skepticism. People don’t just do things for no reason,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “good question though. I think that the inmates had a bad reaction to something going on here. I think that changes need to happen in order to change the attitude of those involved.”

“But how?”

“Well, first…I’m installing cameras that work without power here. They have their own individual power sources, and the information gets stored on the cloud. I’m also adding in different types of activities and jobs for the workers, with higher paying premiums. But only those who score high enough and are well-behaved will have the opportunities. And lastly, I’m taking care of each of you. The training. The trauma counselors…all on my dime. I want to take care of each of you.”

“What’s in it for you?” another person asked softly as they put their hand down, “Wh-why are you doing this for us?

“Because I can.” He said firmly, giving him an iron-clad stoney look, “and because I’m Tony Stark. And I care!”

Chapter 15

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spypidgeon · 9 days

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At a Cost Chapter 2

First Chapter

“We’re here, girls!” Shinichi told Sumire and Kasumi as they pulled up beside Shujin Academy.

Sumire looked out her window at the school she’d be going to for the next few years of her life. Ordinarily students would have time to familiarize themselves with the school layout before their first day, but due to the accident, Sumire and Kasumi weren’t able to come here in person until today. Thankfully, they were both given a map and had a basic idea of how to get around.

Shinichi opened up his door and got out, then walked over to the trunk of the car where both Kasumi and Sumire’s wheelchairs were stored. Sumire wasn’t sure if they’d fit at all at first, but they managed to get both of them in there nonetheless.

Shinichi first got Sumire’s wheelchair out of the trunk, then brought it to the door facing the school. Sumire opened the door and Shinichi helped her into her chair. Despite being glad for the help, Sumire was still a bit ashamed about being reliant on her parents for so many things.

Once Sumire was comfortably in her chair, Shinichi went back to the trunk to get Kasumi’s chair. Sumire courteously got out of the way so he could place the chair in the same spot and help Kasumi.

Once Kasumi was comfortable in her own chair, Shinichi got both of their attention.

“Now, I have to leave for work, please be safe.” Shinichi then gave Sumire a stern look. “Especially you, Sumire. We don’t want a repeat of what happened yesterday, now do we?”

“I know…” Sumire shamefully looked away.

“Good.” Shinichi sighed. “Well, the teachers should be able to help you with anything you can’t do on your own. So ask them if you need it, okay?”

“Got it.” Both Sumire and Kasumi replied to their father.

Shinichi nodded with a smile. “Alright, I’ll be leaving now.”

“Bye, Dad.” Kasumi waved to him.

“Goodbye…” Sumire said.

Shinichi then walked back to the car and drove off, leaving Sumire and Kasumi alone.

Sumire sighed as she turned her wheelchair towards the school. Here goes nothing…

She felt a pat on her back and she turned her head to see Kasumi next to her with a gentle smile.

“Hey, we’ll be alright.” Kasumi assured her. “Now let’s get to school!” She announced cheerily.

Kasumi went on ahead of Sumire after saying that. After a brief moment of hesitation, Sumire followed after her.

As they went up the ramp to the school, other students began to take notice of them.

“Hey… Aren’t those the gymnast honor students? What happened to them?”

“Why are they in wheelchairs?”

“They aren’t wearing any casts… Are they permanently disabled?”

“They can’t be though, right? Like they’re honor students because of gymnastics aren’t they?”

Sumire continued on through the hallways as the whispers continued. Some seemed sympathetic, others concerned, but all were confused. The reaction was justified in Sumire’s mind though, it’s not like everyone would know what happened.

Eventually, Sumire and Kasumi arrived at an elevator. Thank goodness the school had one, since their classes were on the third floor. One of the perks of being a prestigious private school, Sumire thought.

The twins entered the elevator and Kasumi pressed the button for the third floor. As the elevator slowly ascended, Sumire’s mind couldn’t help but drift back to the true severity of her and Kasumi’s situation.

Sure, they could still get to school for now, but what about after school? After they graduate?

Their whole lives were built upon gymnastics and, despite Sumire’s personal lack of meaningful talent in the sport, she still ruined it for Kasumi.

“Kasumi… I-”

“Sumire if you’re about to apologize for the millionth time, stop.” Kasumi shot her down immediately. “It’s not your fault. Neither of us knew this would happen.”

“B-But I still ran off! This is still my-” Sumire got cut off again.

“And?” Kasumi gave Sumire a look. “What happened, happened. Okay?” She then looked down at her legs with a somber expression. “...The best we can do is… adjust to the aftermath.”

Sumire looked at her own legs in turn, she still felt guilt but… Kasumi was right. The best thing to do was… adapt, she guessed.

The elevator finally arrived at the third floor and the doors opened. Kasumi got out first with Sumire following behind. As they looked for their classroom number, the whispers started again, causing Sumire to sink in her wheelchair a little.

Eventually they find their class number and a student courteously opens the door for them. They politely bow their heads in thanks before heading inside one after another.

“Ah, you’re here.” The teacher greeted as the two entered. “Once classes start we’ll introduce you two, so stay here.”

Kasumi and Sumire both nod and get out of the way of other students entering the classroom.

Each of the students that entered after Sumire and Kasumi noticed them and whispered amongst themselves, wondering who they were or what happened to them. Eventually, all the seats in the classroom are filled but two in the back, presumably hers and Kasumi’s.

The teacher then stood up in front of class and began to introduce Sumire and Kasumi.

“Welcome to class, everyone.” She then gestured to the twins. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, we have a couple of new students in this class. Please, introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Kasumi Yoshizawa!” Kasumi wasted no time in introducing herself. “I hope we get along!”

“I’m Sumire Yoshizawa…” Sumire introduced herself after a moment’s hesitation.

At the mention of their surnames, everyone in the class began whispering amongst themselves. The whispers were all similar to what Sumire had heard on the way up, so she simply tuned them out.

“Alright, you two will be sitting in the back.” The teacher then pointed to their seats. “We’ve moved the chairs from those two desks so you two should be able to position your wheelchairs properly at those desks.”

“Thanks!” Kasumi cheerily told the teacher.

“Thanks…” Sumire replied in turn.

The two carefully navigated between the rows of desks, their wheelchairs barely fitting in the space. As they passed by the other students, said students moved their bags and legs out of the way, staring at Sumire and Kasumi as the two passed by.

Eventually, Sumire and Kasumi got to their desks, orienting their wheelchairs so they could lean over their desks properly to take notes. Once in a good position, the two took their textbooks out of their bags and set them on their desks. All the while the only sounds to occupy them were the whispers of their fellow students.

Sumire awkwardly fidgeted with a strand of her hair as she tried to tune out the continued whispers. Even as the teacher officially started class, Sumire could feel the glances and stares of her fellow students.

Not even an hour into the school day… And Sumire already wanted to go home.

Nevertheless, Sumire began taking notes.

***

Sumire sat bored out of her mind in her wheelchair as she watched the volleyball game in the gym. She didn’t even know why she and Kasumi were required to go to this rally, it’s not like they even could participate.

Sumire looked down at her legs with a scowl.

“...This sucks.” Kasumi spoke up from beside Sumire.

Sumire glanced over at her sister, who looked more bored than Sumire had ever seen her before.

“Wanna explore the school instead?” Kasumi offered.

As much as Sumire would rather do that than this, she was still worried.

“Don’t they want us to stay here until the rally is over?” Sumire couldn’t help but ask.

Kasumi shrugged. “I’ve seen other students leave, besides, they only want students here so that they can participate in the rally.” She then gestured to each of their legs. “...but I don’t really think it’d make much of a difference if we were here or not.”

Sumire sighed. “Sure… I just hope we don’t get in trouble…”

“We’ll be fine!” Kasumi insisted before turning her wheelchair. “Come on.”

Kasumi started heading towards the doors, Sumire was still a bit worried about getting into any trouble… but she followed along anyway. Thankfully the doors were left open so Sumire and Kasumi could simply leave.

After exiting the gym, Sumire and Kasumi began simply wandering around the school checking things out. Come to think of it, Sumire hadn’t really had the opportunity to do so yet. Generally she would just eat her lunches in the classroom and simply wait outside the school for her father when classes were over.

Today though… They weren’t really allowed to leave the school until the rally was over… so there wasn’t much to do besides explore. Unless she wanted to study, and oh did she hate studying.

Eventually, the twins found a glass door to the courtyard. It had bars to pull on, but thankfully they were on the side where they could simply push it open as they passed through. Kasumi went first, but held it open for Sumire instead of letting her push it open herself.

Ordinarily, Sumire would appreciate the gesture, but now, even from Kasumi, she can’t help but be slightly irritated by it. Not wanting to upset Kasumi though, Sumire said nothing about it.

Sumire and Kasumi then entered the courtyard. Sumire had to admit, it was a nice change of pace from how dull the school itself looked.

There was well tended grass, bushes, even some trees. There wasn’t anything on the ground that seemed like it’d inhibit moving around in a wheelchair, so Kasumi and Sumire had no problem exploring the small outside area together.

That is to say… If there was even anything to explore.

While the outside area added a splash of color to the otherwise drab school, that was all it did. It didn’t take long for the sisters to realize there really wasn’t anything special at all about the area.

Eventually, Sumire heard Kasumi sigh.

“Kasumi?”

“This isn’t as interesting as I’d hoped it would be.” Kasumi replied before going back onto the concrete walkway. “Come on, let’s head back inside.”

“O-Okay…” Sumire followed along.

Of course, on their way back they had to pull open the door this time…

Kasumi sighed again as she repositioned her wheelchair to be perpendicular to the doorway. Once there, she grabbed the bar on the right door and started pulling. Her wheelchair was in the way, however, and she had to back up slightly until she could reach the door handle with her right arm.

Once the door was in her right arm, she was finally able to open it up all the way and head inside, holding it open for Sumire to pass through once again. Once they were both inside, Kasumi and Sumire started heading back to the gym.

As they were going though… Kasumi seemed oddly quiet, and she wouldn’t look at Sumire.

Sumire was confused, but that confusion soon turned into concern when she heard a sniffle come from her sister.

“Kasumi!? Are you okay!” Sumire asked with worry.

“I-I’m fine…” Kasumi sounded like she was very clearly holding back tears.

“Kasumi!”

Kasumi sighed and turned her chair around to face Sumire. There were very clear tears running down her face, and she was clearly forcing a smile, which alarmed Sumire. She hadn’t seen Kasumi cry in a while… She was always confident, always caring.

“What’s wrong?” Sumire asked, though she was sure she already knew the answer.

Kasumi dropped her smile and sighed yet again.

“...I’m tired, Sumire.” Kasumi admitted. “Everyday I… I keep trying to forget about what happened, to forget about all this.” She gestured to her legs. “...but I just can’t. Everything I try to do just reminds me of it all over again.”

Kasumi leans all the way back in her chair, no longer making an effort to sit upright.

“I just wish that it never happened…” Kasumi told Sumire. “That we could just be doing gymnastics together, jogging together, even just walking together… But it won’t ever be that way again.”

Kasumi broke down into sobs in front of Sumire. This is… the first time Sumire has ever seen her sister get so emotional. Yet her mind only goes to one place:

This is all her fault, isn’t it?

If Sumire hadn’t run off… Kasumi’s wish would have been reality.

The sound of Kasumi turning her wheelchair around snaps Sumire out of her head, but it’s too late. Kasumi left, but not in the direction of the gym. As much as Sumire wanted to go after her sister, to apologize, to comfort her, to do anything…

Sumire felt too ashamed.

Her head hanging low, Sumire returned to the gym. Alone.

***

The next day… the situation hadn’t improved. Kasumi seemed wary of Sumire after dropping everything onto her, and Sumire was too ashamed to reach out to her sister.

First their legs, then their relationship… Sumire really has a way of screwing everything up, doesn’t she?

At least she hasn’t ruined their education yet, but how long until she does?

Sumire couldn’t pay much attention in class as her mind kept returning to these thoughts. She figured it’d be fine though, she could just read up on the material later.

Suddenly someone rushed past her, snapping Sumire out of her thoughts. She looked around and saw most of the class getting up from their desks and rushing out the door. Sumire didn’t understand why, however.

“She’s going to jump!” Someone yelled.

That alarmed Sumire, and she quickly backed up with her wheelchair, turned, and went through the classroom door to the window. She followed everyone’s eyes to the rooftop and saw a black-haired girl with a ponytail standing on the edge.

Sumire’s eyes widened as the girl jumped.

Sumire put her hands to her mouth as she watched the girl plummeting towards the ground. The girl landed on her legs and Sumire swore she could hear a snap when she did. A very similar snapping sound to when she was hit by the truck…

The other students cleared away from the window to go downstairs, leaving Sumire and Kasumi alone on the third level. Sumire inched towards the window and nearly vomited as what she saw.

The girl was now lying on the grass, but her legs… Sumire couldn’t look.

She backed away from the window and simply went back to class. Her hands were shaking when she got back to her desk. She just couldn’t… process what she’d seen.

The girl falling through the air and that noise were all she could think about as they kept echoing in her mind. She grabbed her head with both hands and leaned over her desk as she tried to get it out of her mind.

Even after she’d heard the ambulance arrive and drive off, presumably with the girl, the event remained in Sumire’s mind. Even as she was leaving the school that day after it was abruptly canceled, the event remained in Sumire’s mind.

***

Even days later, the event remained in Sumire’s mind. She’d heard several rumors about it too.

The delinquent transfer student bullying her into it felt the most believable… but she also had the feeling that the people saying it had no idea if that actually was the case. There was also one about Kamoshida… sexually assaulting her… Which Sumire prayed wasn’t the case.

Well, assuming the delinquent transfer was actually responsible… There was also a rumor about him being expelled which would serve some kind of justice, Sumire supposed…

Perhaps Sumire shouldn’t be focusing so much on what’s going on with other people. For all she knows, she could end up just making an already bad situation worse.

Like with Kasumi…

They’ve still barely talked since the rally… It feels like Kasumi’s been avoiding her. Has she finally realized how much of a hazard Sumire was? Has Kasumi finally abandoned her?

Sumire knew it was probably for the best at this point… but she couldn’t help the tear that trailed down her cheek at the thought.

Sumire wiped the tear away, thankfully there was nobody around to notice as she ate lunch by herself. Not even Kasumi.

She quickly took a bite of her meal to distract herself from the thoughts that inevitably would repeat themselves upon thinking of Kasumi.

Sumire had mixed feelings about her lunch too. She was used to eating a lot more, but without gymnastics to balance out her diet she’d just get fat… and on top of that her mother actually prepared this lunch. Sumire wasn’t as fast with cooking as she used to be, as the wheelchair has continued to prove a great challenge in navigating the kitchen, so she simply didn’t have time in the morning to cook herself a lunch.

Sumire loved her mother’s cooking… but she missed the days when she could cook her own meals. At least she was allowed to cook dinner with supervision…

Sumire let out a painful sigh and leaned back in her chair, unable to take another bite of her food. Tears began rolling down her face once more.

She just wished she could turn back time… Never run away from Kasumi in the first place… Maybe quit gymnastics too just so she wouldn’t be in a position to hurt Kasumi like that again.

It would’ve gone against their dream… but it’s not like their dream meant anything anymore.

“Are you okay?” A deep voice asked from nearby.

Sumire quickly looked over to the source of the voice, wiping away her tears. It was a boy… She recognized that boy.

It was the supposed delinquent transfer student, Ren Amamiya. Sumire wasn’t sure what to expect if she ever encountered him… but this definitely wasn’t it.

He looked… concerned? Like he wanted to help if he could.

This was the delinquent transfer though… And if he could have driven a student to suicide, then his concerned gaze made him seem even scarier to her.

“U-Uhm… I’m fine.” Sumire looked away from him.

“You were crying though, are you sure?” Amamiya asked.

“Y-Yes!” Sumire attempted to say with confidence, it fell short of course. “Please, leave me alone…”

“...Okay.” The boy responded.

Sumire heard footsteps walking away from her and looked up. The transfer student was walking away from her, but there was a cat in his bag staring at her? Sumire was just… confused now. Confused and worried. What if the boy came back?

She shook her head and got back to eating her lunch. It’s not like she had anything better to do…

***

Kasumi felt extremely guilty. She was supposed to be the confident older sister, the person Sumire could always rely on, but she wasn’t being that person.

Kasumi was hiding. She was hiding from her sister… and she was frustrated with herself over it.

Ever since she dumped everything she was feeling, all of her emotions, on her sister… She just couldn’t get the confidence to speak to her again… but she’s seen how all of this has affected Sumire.

Sumire’s been sulking even more than before, and there’s always this distant look in her eyes…

Kasumi shook her head, she had to do something. She didn’t want to simply watch her sister suffer in silence again, that’s what led to this in the first place, after all…

With that thought in mind, Kasumi started looking for Sumire. She wasn’t sure exactly where Sumire ate, but she imagined it’d be somewhere secluded.

Hmmm…

Kasumi headed towards the elevators and went down to the first floor. From there, she began heading towards the courtyard they’d found before. Despite being arguably the nicest area of the school, she didn’t often see a lot of students eat their lunches there.

On the way though…

“Yoshizawa-san?” A voice called out.

Kasumi stopped and turned her head towards the voice. It was the school coach, she believed his name was Kamoshida.

“Kamoshida-sensei?” Kasumi replied.

“You were one of the gymnasts transferring here, right?” Kamoshida asked.

Kasumi flinched at the mention of gymnastics.

“Y-Yes.” Kasumi answered in a neutral tone, already not enjoying the direction of this conversation.

“Yeah, what a shame...” Kamoshida responded. “It must hurt, being at the top of your game only to be taken out by some bullshit.”

Kasumi’s eyes widened. “H-Huh?”

Kamoshida laughed at her. “Now your career is over and you’re practically worthless.”

Kasumi opened and closed her mouth several times as she was filled with despair. Why was a teacher mocking her like this?

Kamoshida simply laughed and walked off. Kasumi suddenly didn’t feel very confident about finding Sumire…

She just wanted to go home.

***

Sumire wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear at this point. The rumors about Kamoshida sexually assaulting Suzui? All true, he'd just confessed them after all… and Sumire blamed it on Amamiya. She treated him so poorly over it too when he didn’t deserve it.

She was incredibly standoffish in their first meeting and she’d been avoiding him in the halls ever since. Over rumors. When she of all people should know how dishonest those can be.

As the other students slowly began exiting the gym, even Kasumi, Sumire soon found herself alone. Well, almost alone.

She saw Amamiya talking to a couple of other students. Sumire didn’t know who they were but… She felt she had to at least apologize to him.

Sumire turned her chair and went over to Amamiya. As she approached, all three students turned towards her. Their curious stares filled Sumire with anxiety, but she turned toward Amamiya anyway.

“Uhm… I’m really sorry, Amamiya-senpai!” Sumire forced herself to say whilst bowing her head.

“For what?” Amamiya replied, looking confused.

“F-For believing the rumors about you were true…” Sumire continued to force herself to talk. “P-Plus I was rather rude when you tried to talk to me…”

Amamiya remained silent for a few seconds.

“I mean…” He started. Sumire looked up at him as he was scratching his neck. “It’s not really a big deal? I’ve gotten far worse from pretty much everyone else here…”

Sumire winced at his response. It must be tough…

“In any case… I should have known better than to trust rumors.” Sumire told him. “My sister and I are pretty used to those since we used to be competitive rhythmic gymnasts.”

The blonde girl’s eyes widened when she said that. “Oh! You’re the gymnast everyone’s been talking about?” She then frowned. “...but you’re stuck in a wheelchair?”

“W-Well we got hit by a truck after I-” Sumire cut herself off, they don’t need to know that. “A-Anyway… When we woke up we were told we’d never walk again…” She quickly explained.

“Damn…” Was the blond boy’s only response.

“That must suck…” The girl empathetically replied.

“It’s fine…” Sumire replied.

It was not fine.

“Well regardless,” The girl said. “Being stuck in a wheelchair all the time can’t be easy, so if you need any help with anything, we’d be willing to!”

Thanks for reminding me I can’t do anything myself anymore…

“It’s fine.” Sumire assured her. “Thanks.”

“If you’re sure…” The girl didn’t seem to agree. “Oh, we haven’t introduced ourselves, have we? I’m Ann Takamaki.”

“Oh right! I’m Ryuji Sakamoto.” The blond boy added.

“Ren Amamiya.” Amamiya said, though Sumire already knew his name.

“I’m Sumire Yoshizawa.” Sumire told them.

“Ohhh! That’s a pretty name!” Takamaki complimented her.

“Uhm, thanks…” Sumire wasn’t expecting that and she brushed her bangs with her pinky shyly. “You too?”

“Thanks!” Takamaki happily replied.

Sumire honestly wasn’t expecting this level of positivity… She figured Amamiya would be upset with her, and she certainly wasn’t expecting any sympathy from his two friends either.

Well… It’s not like they know how negatively she could affect them yet…

“Uhm… I really just wanted to apologize so…” Sumire looked for a way to end the conversation. “Bye.”

“See ya!” Takamaki and Sakamoto replied.

“Take care.” Amamiya waved.

Sumire bowed her head once more before turning her wheelchair and leaving. She wasn’t really sure what to think… Amamiya forgave her and there didn’t seem to be any bad blood… Was it worth continuing to feel guilty over?

Of course she should. She still judged him based off of rumors that she very well knew were likely false. She needed to make it up to him somehow… but how?

What could she even do?

Nothing, at least not anymore. Sumire clenched her fist as she looked at her legs.

Nothing…

Next Chapter

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meistoshi · 1 year

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hey dont cry trans satoshi be upon ye okay

satoshi’s a trans man & realized as much very early on, before leaving masara town even, but he doesn’t think about his gender all that much for the most part. it’s only when other people bring gender related topics up, or when he has nothing pokémon related to focus on, that he even in passing thinks of it. had it not been for masara’s schools often splitting children into boy groups & girl groups, satoshi likely wouldn’t have thought about his gender enough to realize he’s trans until he’d already started his pokémon journey. as it stood, though, satoshi simply felt more connected to boyhood in a way a girl’s tomboyishness just didn’t fit with, understood he didn’t feel like he belonged bunched in with the girls of his class, & went from there.

the name "satoshi" was hanako’s idea. because they’d always had such an easy relationship, when satoshi figured out hey i’m actually a guy he just … told hanako, & she was like oh woops guess we all made a mistake on that assignment huh, & she only asked if he had any thoughts on what he’d like to be called instead of his birthname. satoshi shrugged & asked what she was going to name him if everyone had gotten it right the first time & she said "satoshi" ; he tested out saying "i’m satoshi from masara town" & they both liked the sound of it, so it simply stuck. the legal change-ups were very easy to make since hanako was friends with all the right people. ( ookido did do a double-take as his brain rapid-fire connected a whole bunch of dots from nearly forty years ago ) .

satoshi’s generally stealth purely because he doesn’t think it’s ever relevant to mention unless it actively comes up, whether by way of gendered experience talk or by someone seeing his top surgery scars. because he hasn’t talked about it beyond these moments of relevance, he still hasn’t gotten to the point where he’s comfortable being perceived as feminine or "girly", so sometimes he overcompensates in the performative masculinity department.

he’d already socially & legally transitioned by the time he could head off on his journey, even if he’s been in no rush with even beginning his medical transition, so he’s always been comfortable skating around on the common assumption that he’s a cis guy with an unfortunate case of babyface.

while he doesn’t experience a lot of dysphoria on the daily (or all that much, really, nowadays), it tends to flare up when it’s regarding his appearance & how others perceive him, read, the whole "perceived as "girly"" thing. he actually used to sometimes let his hair grow out the slightest bit more only to cut it right back to its usual length if anyone mentioned it in a positive light, just because he overthought it way too much, but he let it grow out after the pwc, thanks to nobody mentioning it for a long time doing so enough for it to finally be put into a decent tail, & he found he actually liked it, so that's far less of a concern nowadays. however, while he’ll put on a skirt or dress if there’s nothing else to wear & feel just fine, he'll still scramble to find a pair of shorts or jeans the moment anyone comments on it or compliments how he looks because suddenly it feels wrong on him, even though he was fine just a second ago & he’d never think twice about another guy wearing a skirt, regardless if they’re cis or trans.

he managed to schedule in a few weeks for staying relatively put while in alola, after the first league conference but before the new pokéschool semester started, during which he got top surgery & spent some time relatively keeping out of trouble while recovering. because he’s satoshi & because he has a high pain tolerance & heals, frankly, inhumanly fast, he was already off fighting ultra beasts two weeks post-op. he asked for a fishmouth op because he thought it’d be funny if his scars looked like the edges of a monster ball lid. he still thinks it’s funny.

for years he hadn't started hrt, partly because he’s a workaholic & thus typically only thinks about pokémon & battling, partly because he keeps moving & traveling from region to region & hadn't found a convenient way to combine that with transitioning, until very recently ; he's decided to become much more involved in the alola region's goings on, meaning he intends to regularly visit when the chance arises, & he's realized he can combine these visits with receiving testosterone doses, so, going forward, he's got an arrangement with one of the doctors working the same hospital he went to for top surgery.

#clearing out a few draft things (which are largely repostables) & i Did mention i wanted to post this up this week so Yipee!!#my head's been gender for a few weeks as ive figured out my own shit better so #wahoo #study.#ooc. pkmn is autistic culture.

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e-m-p-error · 10 months

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Need A New Game Need A New Something More

This is based on an rp with and idea from @strangeandun-muse-ual! It is based in Val and Vox meeting at Woodstock when he was there with Missy! Alastor is based off of @ritzy-cervidae's portrayal! The woman mentioned with the sun back tattoo is human Summer by @erthlyheavn! Main ship is VoxVal!

This was my 5k fic for a fest I was part of in a writing server I'm in on Discord!

Wordcount: 3,759

CW: Demon/Human, When Valentino Was Alive Fic, Alcohol, Alcoholism, Drug Use, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Daddy Kink, One-Sided Vox/Alastor Mention, Original Female Character(s) Mention

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—-August 16th, 1969—-

“It’s important, my good fellow!” Alastor cackled, turning on his heels as he smiled and waved to the throng of bodies in various states of undress, “They don’t know what they’re doing! We could do almost anything we want to here and they’d be none the wiser!”

Vox figured that ‘almost anything we want’ looked different on both of them, though. Alastor liked to scare people, but scaring people outside of a fictional setting didn’t typically make any money. Money was on Vox’s mind more often than not, and he didn’t see how a bunch of people who rioted over overpriced hot dogs were going to make him any money.

“I could be worki–”

“All work and no play makes Vox a dull boy,” Alastor tutted with a smile bordering on having too many teeth, “You can take a weekend to drum up some new contracts! Think of it as, oh… What did you call it?” Drumming his fingers against his stretched lips, he snapped them to the right of his jaw when he got it, “Networking! Yes? Think of it as networking.”

The sweaty masses writhing and gyrating to the beat of whatever music was playing on stage didn’t interest Vox, and he hadn’t been particularly fond of the idea of coming up here in the first place. But Alastor had insisted, and when he had become downright petulant, Vox had given in. Maybe a little bit of that attraction he felt for the radio demon had influenced his final decision to go topside for a weekend of networking.

If nothing else, Hell tended to only be a few years behind trends on Earth. Vox would be able to get a feel for things he’d need to be mindful of, so he supposed he could still make the best of this.

“Networking, sure,” He muttered, watching as the animated man broke formation to introduce himself to a flock of gangly twenty-somethings singing just seconds behind the woman onstage. With a sigh, he decided it was time to strike out on his own and see what he could cobble together, adjusting his smart silver glasses on his nose.

The scent of weed and the knowledge of everything inebriating under the sun being present at this festival hit him at the same time. Alastor may have been right about the amount of things people would tolerate here, he could give him that, at least. He’d seen more plastic cups of booze here than he ever had in college, and with his business degree, that was really saying something.

One such cup found its way crushed into his back, and Vox’s shoulders became a tense line as he yelped, warm booze coating his shirt and the back of his pants. There was a body, warmer still, that came along with it, and he whipped around once the initial shock wore off to take in the surprised expression of the man behind him with the eighteen-wheeler routine.

He was handsome, Vox noticed that right off the bat Tanned skin, dark wavy hair hanging down just beneath his jawline, soulful doe eyes, his shirt open and ill-fitting as though it wasn’t his.

”Hey, sorry, man.“ Was all that he managed at first, and Vox didn't think it was the best apology, but at least it was there, he guessed. He was soaked, and this guy thought a 'sorry, man' was enough? It was a start, anyway.

”You should watch where you're going,“ It left him before he knew what he was saying, and he continued with a frown, ”Did you not see me?“

”I—“ The drunk man swayed a little on his feet, and Vox reached out to grab him on instinct to keep him on his feet, “Fuck. Sorry, really. I'm... So drunk.”

It didn’t answer his question, but Vox could tell that was the truth. He didn't look like he needed the drink that had smashed into Vox’s back. At least, he'd saved him from alcohol poisoning, the Overlord thought absently. Too bad. He was going to tend to this guy in Hell eventually, he thought.

“Do you need something?” Like a contract, perhaps?

“I'm Era.”

That didn't really answer his question again, but Vox let it slide for now. Era, huh?

“Nice name,” He began, “You can call me Emil.” But he didn't think that the drunk man before him would remember that.

“I'll be sure t-to remember that when I'm screamin' your na-name later.”

“What?” Vox asked, blinking a few times fast. He'd seen more than his fair share of men kissing during the festival, sure, but he hadn't quite been propositioned like this before.

“Not into it?” Came the easy reply, “No worries, man, just thought you might want some head or something. I did getcha soaking wet.”

He did, yes, but did that mean that Vox needed to bed him? Once more he took in the other's handsome face, his soft features, the look in his hazy eyes. Was he high, too? Vox wouldn't put it past someone at this event to be both. At the very least, he knew that Era was too drunk to stay standing.

“I didn't say that,” Vox replied, “Just surprised is all.”

“Ooooh, yeah, that makes sense.” Era nodded, leaning in a little more, “Where're you stayin', Hot Stuff?”

“I don't have a place,” It was the truth, too. He and Alastor hadn't set up camp, and he didn't know if they would. He had no idea how long Alastor intended on staying.

“We could go to mine,” Era replied, “And I can at least give you a new shirt.” He had some of his own there.

“Maybe later, okay?” He hoped that the other man would just drop it if he made him a weak promise, “Show me where you're staying.”

“Yeah, okay!” Chirping happily, Era took the other's hand and began to lead him through the crowd to a tent set up with two lounge chairs outside of it. Without a word, he disappeared inside the tent, coming back out with a new button-up shirt in his hands, “Here.”

Taking it, Vox nodded, shedding his ugly Hawaiian shirt for the simple red button-down. Pulling it on, he buttoned only a couple of the buttons in the middle before leaving it be. Era had started to drop his own shirt off his shoulders, and Vox raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hot?” He asked absently, his hands falling away from the shirt he now wore.

“Yeah, for you.” Oh, this man was a charmer, even when he was drunk, wasn't he?

“I told you later, didn't I, Baby?” It came out before he could stop it, and he didn't seem to mind. Era basked in the attention, spreading his legs a little more as he reached for the button on his pants.

“Yeah, and it's later, Daddy.”

“Daddy, huh?” He paused, then shook his head with a dry laugh, “Not later enough. I gotta do a few things, first.”

“Guess I could, too.” Vox got the feeling 'do a few things' meant 'do a few people' in this case. Maybe that would help him forget.

”Alright, Era. I'll see you later.“

”See you, Daddy~“ Winking playfully, Era let the other man wander off. It was time to find Leslie. Or was it Amber? Kimberly? No, Catherine. No... He'd find the girl with the blazing sun back tattoo again, even if he couldn't remember her name. That tattoo was stuck in his brain like an earworm, and he needed to feel her company again.

——June 19th, 1999——

”We're going to Earth?“ Vox asked, his head tilting as he looked at the portal opened up by his (not) boyfriend, watching the moth carefully. When had he gotten an Asmodean Crystal?

”Yeah, I got some contract stuff to fulfill,“ Valentino began, shrugging, ”You're just coming with for the Hell of it. If you want to play games with people, you can. I don’t give a fuck.“

This sounded so familiar, but he didn't dare say as much. It wasn't like he hadn't gone to Earth for fun before, either.

”Alright, alright. Let's go,“ It came out exasperated, but at least Val knew he was being facetious.

They entered the portal, and Vox set his human disguise. It was just what he looked like before he died, dark hair cut close to his head, blue eyes, pale skin. Silver-framed glasses adorned his nose, and he pushed them up absently.

When he glanced over at Valentino when his own disguise was in place, he went still, his eyes wide.

——August 16th, 1969——

It had been some hours since he'd seen Era, and Vox was somewhat glad for it. He still wore the man's shirt, but his pants still reeked of bourbon. At least it had dried, but that didn't make him that much happier. When he did see the drunk man again, he was stumbling around with a wild-eyed expression, obviously looking for something.

”Hey, man!“ He called suddenly, waving his arms in the air. Knowing he was caught, Vox made his way over, raising an eyebrow at the other man, ”Have ya seen a redhead? Not high, drunk, or horny? Makin' friends with everyone?“

Looking for one person in this place was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even Vox had lost Alastor and didn't know where he'd gone off to.

”Can't say that I have.“ He replied, ”But I'll keep a lookout.“

”Thaaaaank you~” Era winked as he grinned at the other, “Is it later, yet?”

“Huh?”

“Is it later, yet?”

“I... Suppose it is.” So he hadn’t forgotten Vox's promise. The Overlord sighed a little, “You still want me?”

“Let me take care of you,” Era replied softly, taking the other's hands into his. He could at least still find his tent.

——June 19th, 1999——

“You sure do look... Familiar.” Vox murmured as he gawked at the human disguise of his beloved. Valentino looked damn good with the chin-length, dark wavy hair and those eyes that Vox would remember forever. They were so innocent-looking, but he knew that this man was far from a saint.

He still had the shirt he’d borrowed from Era in his closet.

“Thanks~ Just put on what I used to look like is all,“ Val managed with a grin, spinning slowly in place. The fishnet top beneath his crop top looked good on him when he was in his usual form, but it looked even better on this man.

”Era, right?“ Vox asked, and Val paused, narrowing his eyes.

”Huh?“

”That was your name. Era.“ It was a nickname at the very least.

”...yeah, but how do you know that?“

——August 16th, 1969——

Upon reaching the tent, Era invited him inside without question. It smelled like his pants did in here, implying that Erasmo kept his shirt. Laying the other man out with his head on a pillow and the rest of him on a navy sleeping bag, Era settled between his legs.

For a moment, he eyed the other before surging up to kiss him suddenly. Vox wasn't exactly opposed, but the gasp that left him was a surprised one. The other man kissed him slow and deep, unhurried and arousing all at once. He sure was good at this. Vox's hips jerked and he groaned happily when Era's hips flattened against his and he ground down. Okay, if he hadn't been hard before, he sure was, now. His hips worked up against Era's, rubbing them together as they made out, tongues sliding against one another's.

One of Era's hands found his groin, rubbing and stroked him through his pants, and Vox couldn't help a low, lustful moan. Appreciating the other's need for him, he watched as Era finally backed up again, undoing the button and zipper on his pants and pulling his cock free of his underwear. The way he looked at it made Vox shudder, and he groaned again at the other's purposeful stroking.

His dick was girthy, a good mouthful for the other man, and he couldn't help but grind upward when Era's mouth latched onto the head. Gasping, he reached down to take hold of the other's hair, his fingers digging against the other's scalp as he worked his way down. The way he took him deep into his mouth like that was going to drive him insane. When the tip of his cock touched the back of Era's throat, and then the man adjusted to take him deeper, he just about lost it. Ever composed, however, he didn’t show it except for the flutter of his stomach muscles and the way his cock throbbed.

There was no way that Era didn't do this all the time. He was too good at sucking dick to be an amateur. Taking Vox to the root, he nestled his nose against the other's pelvis, his pubic hair tickling it a little. He didn't seem bothered by it, sucking and swallowing around him in a way that could almost be loving. Really, he made Vox feel wanted, necessary for his pleasure.

Era's hand moving against his own dick didn't go unnoticed, and Vox found himself releasing more low moans as the other worked him over. It felt too good to let him stop, now, but he looked down at him with a new request regardless.

”Let me fuck your mouth.“ He managed, and Era moaned appreciatively, popping off of him with a nod, ”Good boy, that's Daddy's good Baby.“

That made Era moan himself, and he stroked his leaking cock a few more times for Vox to see. Shifting onto his knees while he enjoyed the sight, Vox encouraged the other to get on his hands and knees. One hand remained on Era's cock as he stroked himself, while Vox grabbed a handful of the other's hair again. Era took his cock into his mouth once more, and Vox rounded his hips.

Pushing the other's head down, he guided him with the hand on the back of his head. Each thrust inward saw him pushing the other's head down, and each time he pulled back, he tugged Era's head back by his hair. It pulled beautiful moans from the other's lips, and Vox relished in the tears slipping down his cheeks. Every time he took him deep, he held it for a second, letting Era slurp and swallow around him. He luxuriated in it for a moment before pulling back to give him a chance to breathe through his nose.

Dutiful in his actions, Era kept sucking at him softly, focusing on the head whenever he was given the chance. He swirled his tongue around it, and Vox moaned beautifully, too lost in his pleasure not to give him a good reason to continue. Praise always worked wonders on subs like this; he could tell that this man would look pretty in a collar, and probably luxuriate in the feeling of being owned. There was no way he wouldn’t, not when he was this eager to please.

It had been a long time since he’d had these thoughts.

”Thaaaaaat's it, Baby, you're doing so good for Daddy,“ Groaning again, he thrust into the other's mouth once more, his eyelids fluttering as he did so, ”Such a good boy, taking Daddy so deep like that. Bet you love this, don't you?“

The only thing Era managed was a murmured 'mhmmm' that vibrated through Vox's dick and made his thighs quake. Okay, this was better than he'd expected, that much was for sure. Era was damn good at this, and it was making him want more from him. What would Era look like, filled to the brim with his cock over and over again? What faces would he make as he was fucked into oblivion?

A throb gave away his thoughts, and he gasped when Era's throat spasmed around the head of his cock. He ground his hips into the other's lips, mouth falling open a little as he rolled his hips. At least Era didn't seem to mind the way he moved, moaning and whining as his throat was ruined. He'd be hoarse, Vox thought, and the idea of his voice rough and wrecked was enough to send another throb through him. It wouldn't be long, now.

With a few more thrusts, he hit his orgasm hard, filling the other's mouth with cum. Era swallowed him down, not wasting a single drop as Vox's hips continued to twitch and his thrusts slowed but did not cease. When he was finally done, he slowed to a stop, watching Era's arm as he worked over his dick faster, trying to follow Vox’s lead.

”Let Daddy help you, Baby,“ He coaxed, and Erasmo eased up onto his knees, his hand never quite stopping its frantic movements. Surprised when Vox leaned forward, he gasped when the other lapped at his cock, drawing him into his mouth and sucking. Pulsing in his mouth, Era knew he wasn't going to last very long, his hips giving a twitch with the desire to move.

Vox managed to bob his head a total of five times before Era's hand was in his hair, gripping it hard. Another couple and it was all he could take, coming with a loud cry of pleasure that was somewhat flavored with Vox's given name. Yes, he thought he rather liked the hoarse rendition of his name on the other's lips, and he thought to bend him over and fuck his lights out. It sure would be a good way to spend his time here.

”Vo—Emiiiiiil~?“ A familiar voice outside of the tent asked, peeking inside the mesh over the closed flap before hiding his eyes behind his hand, ”Are you quite finished? I have business to attend to with you.“

Swallowing Era's cum, Vox sat up on his knees again, glancing down at his half-hard cock before sighing.

”Yeah, it's me. I... Guess that's it, Baby. Daddy's gotta go.“

Packing himself back into his pants much to both of their dismay, Vox let himself out of the tent, leaving Era to bask in his orgasm alone.

”Daddy, huh?“ Alastor chuckled as his friend joined him and they began to walk away, ”I've never heard such a thing from you.“

”He started it,” Vox said, following Alastor to another section of the large throng of people. He had half a mind to go back later if he had time. Era seemed to really be worth it.

——June 19th, 1999——

”You don't remember me, do you?“ Vox asked, his head tilting to look at the other.

”What? I... No, I don't.“

”You were pretty blitzed,“ Vox managed with a sigh, laughing quietly as he shook his head, ”Woodstock?“

”Woodst— Holy fuck.“ He hadn't thought about Woodstock in some decades, now, but he didn't put it past himself to have slept with him. Vox was handsome like this, definitely his type, ”What did we do?“

”Blew each other. Then we were interrupted.“ Vox supplied easily, taking the other's hand as he started to walk, ”I don't blame you for not remembering.“

”But you remembered?“

”How could I forget? You were... You are handsome, and that was the best blowjob I'd ever gotten, dead or alive.“

”Yeah?“ Val nearly purred, preening as the other complimented his skills.

”Should have known it was you when you sucked my soul out through my dick the first time.“ But he hadn't even thought of Era in years.

”What was your name again?“ Val asked, not shy in the least. Maybe he should have been, if the flat look on Vox’s face said anything.

“Emil. You moaned it real pretty when you came, I couldn't forget that. Such an eager little slut for Daddy. Had never heard my name so beautifully before you.”

That made Valentino moan, and he shifted his free hand to palm at himself through his tight leather pants.

”Don't go getting too excited right now, we have work to do, don't we?“ Don’t you?

”I... Guess, yeah.“ He didn't want to work now, though. All Valentino was going to think about now was sex, and they both knew it. By the time they found the humans that Val was going on about, their reason for being here, he was going to be in desperate need of some sweet relief. Especially in those tight pants, Vox thought.

”If we do your work while we're up here, you can blow Daddy in an alleyway like a proper whore.“ Vox promised, ”And then Daddy will help you remember what we did at Woodstock.“

That made Valentino groan again, and he nodded, taking the lead towards a street called Richmond.

”We just need to check in on a contract I have and see about contracting her roommate. They were talking about it, at least, I remember that much.“

He needed to know what to do about it, sure, and if he was going to be getting another soul or not. That didn't mean that he wasn't focused on Vox and how he moved, though. The other Sinner was always so good at being composed, even when he was getting his pleasure, and Val knew that this wouldn't be any different. That didn’t stop him from wanting to make a mess of him, though.

”When we're done, you're going to be so pretty on your knees for Daddy,“ Okay, maybe teasing Valentino was too much fun. He couldn't help himself, not really. It brought him so much joy to watch him squirm. Valentino was the least patient man he’d ever met, and he didn’t falter on that even now.

”Daddyyyyyyyy,“ Val moaned, his hand never quite leaving his groin even as they walked, ”Stop it, or I'm going to jump you right now.“

”Patience, Bunny,“ Vox reminded, ”Do your work and you'll get your just desserts.“

”I don't want—“

”I know, I know. You want what you want, and you want it now. But you have to be patient for Daddy, do what I say and I'll make sure that your reward is worth the wait.“

It always was, but that didn't mean that Valentino had to be happy about it, now, did it? He sure hoped that it didn't. If he had to go into this being chipper and excited, then he just might lose his mind.

”Okay, Daddy, I'll... Try.“

”You'll do, Bunny.“

”Yes, Daddy.“

”That's Daddy's good Bunny. Let's go get your contract going.“

”Yes, Daddy.“ Ah, music to Vox’s ears.

#And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)#(Valentino and Vox - Strangeandun-Muse-Ual)#(Valentino and Alastor - Ritzy-Cervidae)#(Valentino and Summer - Erthlyheavn)#And When His Edges Soften His Body Is My Coffin (Valentino ♡ Vox)#Can’t Get The Paw Prints Out Of The Hen House Now (Valentino ♡ Summer)

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

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cal-writes-never · 2 years

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Hii!! You're writing is so good and gives me the fuzzies! Could I request a Camilo X GN!Reader where the Reader is an artist and gets Camilo to turn into other people for them to paint (for some reason the main thing my brain can think of is like, Jesus Christ if the church wanted a new mural or smth), but one day they ask Camilo if they can draw HIM and he gets caught off guard and flustered because he didn't think the reader would want him, for, well,, him. I don't really mind if it's HCs or a oneshot, whichever you feel works best ^^

muse

thank you so much for this request, it was super fun to write!! i tried a third person pov because i find my writing is so much better quality like that, however i'll leave it up to y'all to decide what you prefer as you're the ones reading it. also i think it's pretty obvious i had no idea who would be on the church mural so i kind of awkwardly winged that part

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn!reader (they/them)

type: mutual pining, oneshot

summary: after helping you paint the mural for the encanto church, camilo feels like he's on top of the world. so how on earth will he manage when you ask to paint him?

word count: 1,385

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The L/ns were a famous household around Encanto - not so much as the Madrigals, but not too far behind, either. Each child born into the family inherited a flair for art, sparking rumours around the town that there were two families blessed with a miracle, for the obvious talent they presented through their work was truly spectacular. However there had been ties between the two well-known families over the years with friendships and light romances, one of which being the fast blossoming relationship between Y/n L/n and Camilo Madrigal.

An artist and a shapeshifter; it fit together so perfectly, a creator and a muse. It was as if time had just been twiddling its thumbs until the stars finally aligned for this seemingly faultless pair to meet. They’d known one another for quite some time now, teetering between a close friendship and something more, something they both desired yet would never come to admit. Though the days and days of flirting seemed to count for nothing, and even Dolores cringed each time they spoke, complimenting each other in such a way that they must’ve been a couple, yet neither of them would take the necessary step to make it happen.

“¡Solo hazlo, Camilo!” She would whisper to herself each time she listened in on her younger brother, causing her family to exchange worried looks while she sheepishly smiled, quickly exiting the tense situation and claiming her comment to be about another Camilo before they began an interrogation. She didn’t want to ruin Camilo’s reputation in their family like that, they couldn’t know the ever excitable boy who loved to be in the spotlight was nervous, especially when his feelings were clear as daylight.

Camilo had now made it a point to visit the church each afternoon when his (very rushed) chores around the community had been completed, sneaking up behind his friend and tackling them into a hug which they gratefully accepted, always commenting on how nice they looked or how their eyes shone in the sun on that particular day. Y/n’s family had been commissioned to paint a mural on the wall of key figures to the sacred building, yet it was difficult to place how they actually looked without pictures to aid them. They happened to be working on it one afternoon while their family were out to buy more paints and supplies, so thankfully, as much of a prankster he could be, Camilo knew his limits and refrained from scaring them as he always did.

“Hey, Y/n. You look so cute in those overalls, has anyone ever told you that before?” He said smoothly, leaning up against the wall beside the half finished mural, propping his foot up against it and crossing his arms while he watched the artist’s eyes widen as they shot back a response just as smooth.

“No, actually, they haven’t. I’m glad you were the one to tell me, though, because I certainly wasn’t aware,” They responded with a smirk, avoiding eye contact at all costs and instead washing their paintbrush before dipping it in a new colour. “Actually, could you please do me a favour?” They turned to him as they asked, suggesting that they, for once, were not about to make a flirtatious joke.

“Depends what it is.”

“Well,” Y/n began, pulling a piece of paper out of their back pocket and showing it to Camilo. “We’ve been given a list of each person that needs to be on this mural, but I can’t say I know what they all look like. Do you know… him?” They pointed to the second name on the list, watching as Camilo’s face lit up with realisation, immediately morphing into someone they vaguely recognised.

“Yep!” He said with a grin and finger guns, a burst of happiness inside his chest at the thought of helping with the L/n’s highly respected work.

“Oh, great! Thank you! You’re not busy this afternoon, are you?” They asked and Camilo shook his head. “Good, good. Would you be able to stay like that until I’m done? You can move around as much as you like, I just need to be able to see the features.” Y/n spoke as they sorted through the supplies that were messily thrown atop a large paint-covered and ripped towel on the floor, presumably to lessen the consequences of potential spillages.

“Of course, anything for you, darling.” he spoke with a wink which Y/n pretended not to catch, while they both knew the words and actions between them were getting bolder and They continued their work in a comfortable silence, fully aware of Camilo’s gaze fixed on them as they painted a second layer of green onto the piece. Their family returned not too long after the Madrigal had arrived, greeting him and engaging in a general conversation before praising their child’s work and telling them to wrap it up for now as the sun was setting and they needed to be home for dinner.

As they packed their things away they thanked Camilo profusely, to which he said it was no big deal and he was happy to help any time. So they took that seriously, and Camilo became their muse for each person they had to paint on the wall of the church, while Dolores kept an ear out for each small remark that was made during the time they spent together.

It took a little over a week for the mural to at last be deemed complete. Camilo couldn’t lie, he wasn’t all too impressed by this news. Although he’d seen the hard work each member of Y/n’s family had put in (it was evident just by looking at the sheer scale of the project), he was still upset that they would no longer have these afternoons together. Y/n would no longer lean in close to his face to analyse the features, and they would no longer ask him to stand in a certain position so they could see if they’d done a good enough job. He felt like he was on top of the world while they looked between him and the art they had produced, as if he, too, were a delicate collection of paint strokes on a rough canvas, treasured by Y/n. Art was their life. Perhaps, if he tried hard enough, he could also be a part of this magnificent life.

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Even though they were no longer seen around the church, Camilo still made the effort to meet up with Y/n each afternoon once his chores were done and dusted. They acted the same towards each other, with the obvious flirting and occasional pranking, though he still missed helping with the mural and being able to show off to them with his gift.

“Cami?” Y/n perked up while the two of them sat beside each other on the grass behind their house. He responded with a hum, encouraging them to continue. “So, you know how you helped me with the mural a couple of weeks ago?” Camilo nodded, still not saying a single word. “Well, would it be okay if I, I don’t know, if I painted you again? But you this time, not someone you’ve shifted into.”

Camilo could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a second. They wanted to paint him?

“Of course that’s okay! I’d be honoured, if anything.” He tried to act cool about it while inside he was screaming and celebrating, finally able to intertwine himself with everything Y/n knew.

That night as he walked himself back to casita, he was a dizzy, beaming mess. His hands were slightly clammy and his mind was racing but it didn’t matter because he was happy, he was so incredibly happy that he could get caught in a blaring thunderstorm and still be smiling, even if it gave him the most terrible cold. He was elated.

Needless to say, Y/n continued to create many more pieces of art featuring Camilo, and soon enough they ended up all over the walls of his room. Years later new ones had appeared all over the house, along with a new person; Camilo could not be more grateful that Y/n accepted his proposal. Art really can do wonders.

#encanto x reader #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x reader

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thebrownssociety · 2 years

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Mending The Cracks, Part 1

Hey! Erm...I've come up with this idea. Not actually seen the film yet, but I know a lot about what happens thanks to Tumblr. Please enjoy!

Quick note - I’ve also published this on my fanfiction account.

I do not own Encanto, or any associated characters in any way, shape or form.

It was typical, Julieta thought, that all three of her daughters should get sick at exactly the same moment. Thankfully her niece and nephews had escaped this bout of fever that seemed to be going around the family, but for how long, who knew?

She sighed as she put the finishing touches into the Ajiaco she was making. Hopefully if all went well after a bite her daughters would feel hungry enough to finish the rest.

She gave her husband, Augustín, a bowl and asked him to take it up to Luisa. She picked the two other bowls up and headed to the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs she nearly collided with Bruno, who instantly asked if he could take a bowl up to Mirabel.

Julieta hesitated only a moment - after recent events she felt she should spend a bit more actual time with her youngest daughter - but the puppy-dog look on Bruno’s face melted her [as it always did] and she let him take the bowl of her and head upstairs. She briefly wondered if he had had a vision, but ruled that thought out because otherwise he’d had told her and they’d had probably been an argument about it.

She sighed and pushed the thoughts from her mind.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[In Isabela’s room]

Isabela coughed weakly into her hand and instantly felt pain racking through her body. She coughed again - this time managing to turn it into an actual fit - and genuinely thought her lungs might come out of her body.

“Vaya, cielo.*” She heard her mums soft voice from the doorway. “¿Estás bien?”

Isabela couldn’t even respond and just held her hand up in what she hoped was a 50/50 gesture.

“Here.” She felt her mums weight on the bed. “Have some of this.”

With an audible, totally unladylike, groan the young adult pushed herself up and - with trembling hands - took the bowl and had some of it. It only took the smallest mouthful but, true to her mama’s gift, it instantly had her feeling better.

“Gracias!*.” Isabela carefully put the bowl aside and hugged her mum. “I feel so much better now!”

“And you look it.” Julieta commented, noticing her daughters eyes looked more sparkly than they had ten seconds ago.

As soon as she said that the light in said eyes dimmed and Isabela curled up on herself and muttered. “Gracias...”

“Hey!” Julieta gently cupped her daughters chin. “What the matter?”

“It’s just...” Isabela debated for a second, then decided to just go for it. “...What do you think of this?” And she waved her hand, creating a small cactus which she presented to her mother.

Julieta did a double-take and gently took the prickly, little cacti from her oldest daughter. She saw the small flower on it and smiled. “It looks beautiful.” She said, with feeling.

Isabela raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about the flower or the cactus?”

“Both.” Julieta answered. “The flower is, of course, pretty, but the cactus is nice as well. Even with it’s sharp bits-” She gently poked one of the sharp needles and drew a little bit of blood. “It’s still nice.” She, without thinking, took a spoonful of food and the cut instantly healed. “And you know the thing about cacti’s?”

Isabela didn’t respond, just looked at her steadily.

“They’re fairly strong and able to survive by themselves.” Julieta began, a part of her wondering where she was going with this herself. “But even then they still need water to survive. If you don't give a catcus water it will die...” She trailed off. “...Is this making sense?”

Her daughter considered for a few minutes. “I think so. Are you trying to say it’s alright to ask for water? Or help, rather?”

It took all of Julieta’s willpower for her to not punch the air in delight. “Exactamente*!”

Isabela laughed, a sound that was music to her mothers ears. “Well. I’ll try. But it’s a bit hard. How do you know that...you know.” She grimaced a bit. “Everyone will be supportive of your decisions?”

Julieta thought about this for a few minutes. Why did children ask the hardest questions? “...You don’t.” She said, simply. “You’ve just got to trust that people will be. Or will learn with time to understand your choices. It’s a bit trial and error.” She admitted. “Is there anyone you’re particularly worried about?”

Isabela looked at her and said, a touch ironically. “Can you not guess?”

“Abuela?”

Isabela nodded.

Julieta sighed. “Your abuela...has had a difficult life. She lost her husband at a young age and then had to raise me, Bruno and Pepa. Does that excuse her behaviour? No. Does it explain it? Hopefully. But I feel this is a discussion you need to be having with her, not me. If you feel able to?”

Isabela scrunched her nose up and a row of catci appeared round her bed.

Julieta shrugged. “That answers that then. Whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush. You might even find abuela apologises to you! Really-” She added gently, seeing her daughters doubtful face. “Abuela has a lot of faults, but one thing I know from growing up with her is that when she realises she’s wrong, she does tend to apologise. But anyway-” Julieta got up and picked up the bowl. “I just want you to know that myself and your papá love you very much, as do your sisters, and if you need to talk you know where we are okay? It may be a little late-” She admitted, as a pang of guilt hit her heart. “-But better late than never, as the saying goes. Te amo*, Isabela. Nunca olvides eso*.” And she smiled before gently shutting the door.

Isabela sighed and then, with a smile and a burst of energy, got up to practice cacti-making.

* Oh Baby.

* Are you alright?

*Thank you

*Exactly!

*I love you

*Never forget that

#Encanto #Disney Encanto #Encanto Julieta #Encanto Isabela #Encanto Bruno #Encanto Fanfiction #Encanto family #Encanto family fluff #The whole family needs to talk #Other chapters done

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fanfic-chan · 3 years

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Hi! A prompt, if you don't mind. Since there's not many content with Todoroki siblings, maybe some family bonding with lee Shoto and lers Natsuo and Fuyumi. Like, Shoto finally feels comfortable and close to them enough for cuddles and affection, and they realise their baby brother is touch-starved (and unexpectedly ticklish)

I- I cannot even put into words how much I enjoyed this prompt! I absolutely loved every minute of writing this and I'm so glad you decided to send it to me! Poor Shouto is so touch starved and I love every opportunity I get to give him some much needed love! I really hope you guys like it!^^

Better Late than Never

Lers: Fuyumi and Natsuo Todoroki

Lee: Shouto Todoroki

"Hey. Can you guys tickle me?"

Fuyumi couldn't even blame Natsuo when he promptly started choking on the soda he'd been drinking in surprise. Of all the things that she would have expected her socially inept younger brother to say, it certainly wasn't that.

The three of them had been hanging out in the living room together, watching some animated movies that Shouto had borrowed from one of his classmates, Izuku Midoriya. That green haired kid that he'd fought during the UA Sports Festival.

Apparently, their youngest sibling had been doing some 'research' as he put it, on sibling bonding techniques, and had been interviewing a few of his classmates to figure out what they liked to do with their siblings. Tonight he'd suggested the three of them have a family movie night while their father was away on a business trip and he had some time off from school, an idea he'd gotten from his classmate, Hanta Sero.

Ecstatic that their little brother finally seemed ready to open up to them, they immediately agreed, and the three of them were currently cuddled up together in the impromptu blanket fort that Shouto had insisted was a must when it came to a proper family movie night because, 'Sero said so.'

And so it was.

Admittedly, things had been going pretty well up until now, when their stoic peppermint of a little brother had turned to them, family bonding list in hand, and had asked, in the most blank tone possible, if they could tickle him of all things.

"Shouto, um, if you don't mind me asking, what brought on that question?" Fuyumi asked after a moment, patting Natsuo's back firmly while he still struggled to catch his breath after almost drowning himself in Fanta. Shouto didn't even bat an eye at his older brother's near death experience, and instead kept his expression carefully emotionless. However, he was fiddling with the hem of his shirt slightly, as if he might be nervous.

"Oh. Well, Kirishima said he likes to bond with his younger siblings by tickling them. I'm the youngest, so I just thought maybe that's how it was supposed to go and that maybe we could do that too." He explained calmly, though there was a tad bit of barely noticeable apprehension there as well. "Is that… Wrong?" He asked hesitantly, tilting his head and taking on a rare expression of clear confusion as he started flipping through his notes again. Fuyumi couldn't decide whether the sight was adorable or flat out hilarious. Heck. Maybe it was a little of both.

"Oh! No! No of course it's not wrong! Just.. a little unexpected? I guess it's just surprising! Not bad though. It's good actually! Really good!" She answered hurriedly, not wanting to ruin this rare moment of trust Shouto was showing. He'd never really gotten the chance to bond with them properly when they were little, and his social skills definitely left something to be desired, so for him to be purposefully seeking out the opportunity to do normal siblings things with them? Especially things like physical displays of affection? Well, that was a pretty big deal.

He looked up at her and blinked, relaxing after a moment and setting his notes aside, seemingly satisfied with her hasty explanation.

"Oh." He said after a pause. "So.. You'll.. You'll do it then?" He asked quietly, and if she didn't know any better, it looked like he might even be blushing. Fuyumi couldn't help allowing herself a fond smile. When had her little brother gotten so adorable dang it?! There was definitely no way she could say no to that!

Rather than giving a verbal answer right away though, she instead let her expression morph into something a tad more mischievous and looked over at Natsuo, who had by some miracle managed to recover from his coughing fit. "Hey Natsu? Remember that thing Touya used to do to us when we were kids?" She asked with a smirk, suddenly scooping up their little brother from behind and pulling him into her lap when he wasn't looking, catching him off guard. She quickly wrapped her arms around his torso, trapping him effectively while simultaneously preventing him from being able to bring his arms all the way down, leaving him exposed.

Natsuo looked just as confused as Shouto did for a moment before realization suddenly seemed to hit him. Back when they were younger, sometimes Touya would scoop one of them up into his lap and trap them there, then he'd warningly tell them, "Don't laugh or flinch at all or else~" and wiggle his fingers just above their stomach, occasionally pretending to dip his hand down before bringing it back up again. This would go on until eventually they'd break and he'd finally start clawing into their sides or ribs or armpits. It was never the same spot, and so the inability to guess or prepare for it always made it so much worse. They loved it, and hopefully, so would Shouto now that he would actually have a chance to play.

He smiled slightly at the memory before crawling over to sit in front of his two siblings, the younger of them looking more than a little confused. "Um. What are you two doing? What did Touya used to do?" He asked, voice deceptively calm even as an anxious smile was starting to pull at his lips. Just because he'd never been allowed to participate didn't mean he hadn't seen his siblings playing this game before, and he had to admit, it was kind of exciting to finally be a part of it, even if he was a bit nervous.

"What do you mean 'what are we doing'? You wanted us to tickle you right? So what better time than now to teach our dear little Shouto about our favorite tickle game hm?" Fuyumi teased, making him squirm a bit in anticipation as he watched Natsuo slowly move his hands toward his stomach, which he sucked in instinctively.

"The rules are simple." Fuyumi began, "Don't laugh,"

"Or flinch at all-" Natsuo joined.

"Or else~" They finished together, and with that, the game had begun.

Shouto held up pretty good for about seven minutes. After all, due to both his extensive training on self control as a child and the countless tickle fights he'd already gotten into with his classmates back at the dorms, he'd managed to build up a fair amount of resistance, and he remained stubbornly quiet and still no matter how many times Natsuo tried to catch him off guard. That is until Fuyumi decided to cheat by pinching his side right at the exact moment Natsuo decided to bring his hand down again, and he arched his back in surprise right into his older brother's waiting fingers.

"GYAH- Ahahahahaha! No! Nohoho wait!! Fuyuhuhumi you cheheheheater!!!" He laughed, collapsing into his sister's chest as Natsuo started digging into his sides. "Cheater? Me? Are you hearing this Natsu? Shouto's accusing me of being a cheater! The nerve!" Fuyumi exclaimed, feigning outrage as she joined in by scribbling her fingers over his ribs and into his armpits, making him squeal adorably. By now, he'd been squirming around so much that his head had ended up cradled in her lap, giving her a perfect view of his joyful smile. The sight of her little brother, so happy and carefree in this moment, it almost brought her to tears, and she couldn't resist the urge to discretely snap a few quick pictures of the scene with her phone, both as a keepsake and to send to their mom later along with the others she'd gotten throughout the night.

"NONONONO!! NOT THEHEHERE! NOT THE FEET NATSUHUHU!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Shouto honestly couldn't remember a time he'd felt this much joy. Tickle fights with his classmates were always fun, sure, but this? This level of closeness and affection being shared between him and his siblings right now? It was like having a hole filled that had been empty for far to long. He never wanted it to stop.

"What? Not here? Why not? Is someone a little sensitive riiight here~?"

"YEHEHEHES! I AHAHAM! PLEASE! PLEAHEASE STAHAHAHAP!!! I'M DONE FOR NOHOHOW!!""

Okay he didn't want it to stop, but maybe, um, maybe he did need to breathe though. His siblings seem to recognize this as well and quickly let up. He shot them both a grateful smile as he curled into a ball on his side, still giggling. This time, Natsuo was the one who couldn't resist the urge to record it.

"I.. I love you... Guys.." Shouto mumbled between giggles, and they both froze. Did- Did he really just?...

Shouto barely had time to process what was happening before he was literally being crushed in a bear hug between his two siblings, and despite his sudden inability to breathe again, he returned the embrace happily because maybe.. Maybe this is what he'd been missing all along.

#bnha+tickling #sfw tickles #sfw #shouto todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #natsuo todoroki #todoroki siblings #lee!todoroki #requests

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

•••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

��••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”

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