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aro-pancake-writes · 5 months

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Thank you, @bearlytolerant and @eridanidreams to help me with this one.

Paint it, blue

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Walter finally trusts Charlie enough to give them something to do.

And it's to convince his team to work together and make a functional ship.

Not that his team wants to work together. They all want to do such different things, that it would be an impossible design.

And that's where Charlie comes in. As the target audience for… some of the people in that board room, they know what to ask for on a ship. And it's still hard to get everyone in the team to agree. But they manage.

Back in New Atlantis, the Lodge feels like home in the cold morning

“Ah, Charlo– Charlie. The ships are already in production.” Walter comes by, as Charlie takes the first sip of coffee that morning. “And I'm giving you the first one out.”

Charlie chokes on their coffee.

“I'm sorry?” They ask, sceptical.

“Yes. The first ship is already at the starport, waiting for you.” The older man chimes, smiling at them. “No costs. It's already yours. A small token of my gratitude.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” They squeak and jump to hug Walter, who smiles gently and pats their back.

Anything is better than the old Spacer rust bucket they commandeered and have been flying on for the past few days, unable to make port properly to return to the Razorleaf. It still smells of day old stale beer.

“What's with all the noise this early?” Sam steps into the bar, watching as Charlie let go of Walter.

“Someone just got a new ship.” Walter laughs, fatherly.

“Come on! I wanna see it!” Charlie grabs Sam's hand, excited, and drags him across town to the spaceport.

“I wanna see my ship!” Charlie almost yells at the poor technician, who can only point her towards the new model.

It's big. So much bigger than anything they'd ever dream to own. And so much cargo space.

“Cora's gonna love this.” Sam comments once they step inside.

“There's enough room for her to have her own room!” Charlie says, shaking in excitement.

“And you're gonna paint it, won't you?” Sam asks them, as soon as they enter the big and comfortable cockpit.

“You know me so well.” Charlie teases him, going for that million creds smile. “I might throw in a kiss if you guess the colours.”

That makes Sam laugh. Of course he knows the colours. The same colour Charlie painted the Frontier, the Spacer and pirate vessels they commandeered, the Razorleaf.

“I'm not guessing, Love.” He plays hardball with them. “Not a clue what colours you could possibly want to use.”

Charlie smiles at him, glowing in their happiness of finally having room in their ship for comfort.

They run back to the technician, with Sam close behind their heels.

“Time for an upgrade!” They look up to the ship before choosing all new weapons and changing a couple habs and cargo holds to make it more like them.

“So,” Charlie says, admiring their choices, “what do you say?”

“It's, uh,” Sam couldn't begin to describe it. That's not the colour he'd imagined Charlie would pick. “It's blue…” He tries.

The other ships are all golden and black. This feels different. The contrasting blues with black details are a unknown change.

“I know it's blue.” Charlie states mater of factly next to him. “I wanna know what you think. It's too much, right?” They pout, broken hearted.

“No, it's not–” Sam tries to explain.

“It's too much. I'll go back to black.” Charlie turns back, to have the ship repainted, but Sam holds them back.

“Do you like the ship being blue?” He asks them.

“Yeah. It's different. Not many bright blue ships out there.” They say, blushing and fighting with their pastel pink hair.

“Then it'll be a blue ship.” Sam leans down to look in their eyes. “It suits you."

That gets him a shy smile. Charlie is back to normal. Or whatever passes by normal in his little package of joy and excitement. It's not everyone who gets excited to see an Ashta racing their way and says “a baby” before shooting it down.

Maybe that's when he fell for them. Or when he understood that Charlie likes to see and learn about the world, how it works.

The next day, they were off. Headed to Nesoi.

It's night where they land, and they could all use the rest.

Sam makes Charlie stay in the ship, get some sleep before heading out in a hurry. They agree, reluctant, but drawn in by the promise of cuddles.

The new ship gives them enough privacy for a good night's sleep. The first one in a long time.

Charlie wakes up to the smell of coffee and Sam smiling at them.

“Come on, darlin'. Gotta show you something.” He pulls them back and they exit the ship through the docker, above the ship.

“Sam, sweetie, it's still dark.” Charlie yawns, sitting above the cockpit.

“I know. But it won't be for long.” He sits behind them, pulling them to lay on his chest. “It's been a while since I last stopped to enjoy a sunrise. Thought I'd share it with the one I love.”

As he says it, the first rays start to show up. They're holding on to eachother, watching as the planet lights up before them.

“We gotta do this more often.” Charlie mumbles, getting Sam to smile.

“I want to do this everyday, as long as it's with you.” He says, pulling them closer. “As long as you'll have me.”

Charlie cozies up to him, processing his words. And processing again.

“What are you saying, Sam?” They ask, leaning away from his arms to look at him.

“Will you marry me?”

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sunarintoes · 4 years

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Synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō who happens to be a close friend of Yn invites here to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his, is illegal. Read the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with the one goal: to create an eco-friendly race car.

WC: 1.2K

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The Grand King

You were wrong. His personality was not at all that wonderful. You cannot tell what you prefer, knowing his real personality and now disliking him or not knowing him and being able to admire from a distance. Sure, first impressions are hard to pull off but he really took bad first impressions to the next level.

Shōyō was giggling, he loves your enigmatic story times. ‘We wanted to congratulate you and I wanted to get on with the eco car but no! I just had to bump into that guy! That stupid Grand King or whatever. And after I fell he had the audacity to look me in the eye and scoff as if I were causing him problems! Oh and don't get me started on the eye roll he gave me as I got up! It was so over the top and obvious! It was like he tried to piss me off! So I decided to ignore it for the good of humanity and then get this! He looked me up and down and said: maybe if you were cuter this wouldn’t have happened,’ you pause to take a breath, ‘can you believe this Shōyō? Who is this arrogant bastard? He’s horrible!’

‘Aw am I really that horrible? Sorry darling, but someone gotta tell you the truth. We aren’t all cut out to be models.’ You whip your head around to be met with none other than the Grand King himself.

Still boiling with rage you look him up and down before saying ‘Last time I checked this garage was for Karasuno not Aoba whatever.’

‘Hmm yeah whatever darling, why are you in here? You’re not a part of Karasuno-‘ before he could finish, Daichi cut him off.

‘Actually, Oikawa, they are. Yn is a part of our mechanic and design team.’

Oikawa looks back at you in surprise, there was no way someone like you could be performing illegal activities, but then again, you cannot judge a book by its cover.

‘Is there a reason you’re here, Oikawa?’

‘Ah my little Tobio! How I've missed beating you at every single race. So, King, how are you? After all, I’m wasting my time to visit you. You don't have to say it, I’m a great upperclassman, I know.’ Kageyama just scowls in response. ‘Hmmm? No response. Too bad. Guess I'll be leaving. Hope you all didn't miss me too much. I sure as hell didn't miss any of you! Toodles.’ And with that, he turns on his heels and leaves.

You look at Kageyama and see him clenching his fists with a prominent scowl, you hesitantly approach him. ‘Kageyama, are you okay?’

‘Don’t let him get to you, Kageyama! You’re a great driver!’

‘Stupid! Hinata, stupid!’

You look between the two as they start bickering. ‘Huh? Wait- why are you fighting?’

Sugawara pats your shoulder, ‘it’s how they communicate, let them be.’ You nod although your confusion refuses to settle as you see them start to throw bolts at one another.

‘Are they really-‘

‘Yes they’re really fine.’

✄.

‘Shōyō, it is 2am, what diner would be open at this time?’

‘Huh? Heaps of diners are open Yn! You’ll start realising real soon once you’ve come accustomed to all of this. Besides the whole team is meeting there, probably some other races from different crews. The diner owners know we do racing, they don’t mind.’

‘I’m sorry what? They are people who know you do illegal stuff!’

‘Why’re you so surprised Yn? The place was founded by drivers after all. It’s literally called The Garage for a reason.’ You sink into the seat in shock, how big is the world of illegal racing? Shōyō shoots you a pointed look. ‘Are you really that surprised?’ You nod your head, too caught up in your own thoughts to properly string together a response.

✄.

‘Well, here we are! The Garage!’ The exterior looks nice enough, but even so it definitely screams I’m a part of something illegal. If you were looking for something illegal this would definitely be the place to question locals and potential suspects. ‘C’mon Yn, it's not that bad. It’s pretty neat inside!’

Cautiously, you follow Shōyō inside where you are met with surprising decor. You smile at the sight, Shōyō was right, it is not bad - it is much, much better than you ever would have expected. You felt as if you were a part of a retro movie. There is a jukebox off the corner of the small stage at the back. The walls are coated in vinyls, old racing magazines and papers and not to mention the checkered booths that sat around the diner’s perimeter. Though, what really set the mood was not the soft beat of an Elvis Presley song playing in the background, but the smell of freshly baked pizza and garlic bread wafting through the air. Maybe you could get used to this illegal of sorts lifestyle.

The calls of the Karasuno team pulls you out of your trance. ‘Oi, Hinata, Yn. Over here!’ You look to your left and see Sugawara smiling brightly while waving you over. You cannot help but smile back as Shōyō and yourself make your way over to the assigned table.

‘Yn, let me introduce you to the team you will be working with to create the eco car,’ says Daichi as he stands up and begins to lead you away from your table, ‘your team is sitting in this booth right here. You’ve already met Asahi and Yachi. I'll let everyone fill you in and then the lot of you can spend the next hour or so getting to know each other and working on a plan.’

You slide in next to Yachi who - compared to when she’s in the pits, is a lot calmer. ‘Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Ennoshita Chikara and I work in finance with Sugawara. My duty in this team is to look after the financial aspects of this eco car.’

‘Well we’ve met briefly but I’m Asahi and I work in design as an extra. My job is to design the car to make sure not only is it effective in helping the environment but also to make sure it can be used as a race car.’

‘I’m Nishinoya and I’m the mechanic. I'll be doing most of the actual car building and what not. Pleasure to meet ya!’ You lightly smile at Nishinoya’s antics, he somewhat reminded you of Shōyō with all his energy but it was most likely the fact that they were both short.

‘Nice to meet you away from such a pressuring environment! I’m Yachi but you can just call me Hitoka. I’m one of the managers so I kinda overlook everything. I’m not the most well versed with cars and what not but i should be able to help when it comes to designing and contacts.’

You raise your eyebrow at her, ‘contacts did you say?’

‘Yes! This is such a large project I doubt we’d all be able to do it. We have some close contacts in Tokyo who we often host unofficial matches with. All I have to do is send out an invitation and we’ll have some extra hands on deck, hopefully.’

A smile starts etching itself onto your lips and you feel your right leg begin to bounce up and down. You let out a small chuckle before looking up at your team, ‘isn’t this just so exciting?’

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 4 years

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Would you believe me if I told you my story {18}

Chapter summary: Albeit your cautiousness towards Pepper you let her take care of you and not until she leaves does she let on she may remember meeting you.

Pairing: Avengers x reader (will change over time)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 18/?

Word count; 3.379

Warnings; None

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

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A/N: Either if you love Pepper or not she’s a bad bitch woman and will certainly have her deserved part in this series.

”Just wait here for a second, I'll go and get them”, Pepper excused herself. You had not gone to the Captains levels and your room there, but instead Pepper's, also what you assumed to be Stark’s. Pepper had said she was more than happy to lend you a set of clothes, although when she said that, you didn’t think she meant her own.

Even if you now knew it was their level, you think you pretty easily could've figured it out. Compared to the design of the Captain's level and you presumed the rest of the team as well, theirs had large open areas with few walls, making you able to see pretty much their whole living room and a bit of a private kitchen. A corridor to the right, similar to the ones on the normal levels, was the way Pepper had walked. You guessed towards their bedroom and what other room they could have.

You weren’t comfortable being here, especially not as Stark could walk trough the elevator behind you at any second, as it was his room, to begin with. You tensed at the thought, making your body more rigid than it already was.

”I got them”, you jumped slightly at the voice, even though it was Peppers, ever so, calm one. She walked towards you, her hands holding a set of neatly folded clothes. ”Sorry to have you wait, it would’ve been much handier if I could’ve set out some for you already. Although I didn’t know you would come”

”No you didn’t, so it was impossible to do”, she nodded to what you said, pressing the button for the right level. The ding came not more than seconds later and you walked in, heading to your level and room. My room, you still felt weird thinking about the space like that, because it didn’t feel like your room. Something just rubbed you wrong with it. But you went to it and as soon as you entered Pepper ushered you to the bathroom, handing you the clothes while saying, I’ll wait for you so don’t worry. But you did worry.

The warm water was soothing for your muscles which felt like stone for how much you had tensed them. The straining feeling in the back of your skull began to slowly disappear and it made it easier to move without hissing out in pain as you wanted to do before. But you didn’t relax. You felt like you couldn’t. Yes, you weren't as tense, but you were still highly alerted. The smallest sound caught your attention even though there wasn't many penetrating the sound of water falling down around you.

You washed, hair and body, scrubbing so hard you thought bones soon would be visible. Although it didn't happen, at least it didn't go further than your fingers beginning to look like raisins. The water had turned colder from when you initially stepped in, now dropping towards lukewarm. You knew you needed to turn it off and step out if it, but what held you back to standing under the trickling water, was your uncertainty. What would you do next? You hadn't planned further than to meet Nick and the team, as well as introducing yourself in whatever goddamn way that would be. Everything happened, perhaps not in the way you wanted or in the right order, but what could you do about it now. There had been so many things which you didn’t know about, you being a part of the official initiative for one. You presumed it made things easier, following how everything went but you… you didn't know really. You shook your head to try getting out of your thoughts, your wet hair not following the movement as it was plastered to your back, tough droplets of water flew all different directions.

Turning off the tap you stepped out, reaching for the towels and began to dry yourself. When your skin only was damp, you reached for the brush Pepper lent you. You tried brushing out your hair hastily, although the knots created by the wetness made it impossible to do that. So you took your time and in the end, it was worth it, as no knots found it ways between your fingers as you skimmed trough it while putting it up into a high bun.

Even though your skin still was damp you put on the clothes Pepper had given you, thankfully they weren't any fancy clothes. Funny enough, she had apologised for them "Not being the most appropriate", which you only shrugged too, asking where else you really would go.

She had given you a college shirt with long sleeves and tightly fitted sweatpants.

”Doesn’t look half bad”, Pepper's voice made you look up when entering the main part of the room. She sat on the couch facing your way. You noticed that she had taken her heels off, them standing at the edge of the couch. "Perhaps they’re a bit too long…”

”I don't exactly have the length of a model”, you hadn't noticed she'd mumbled it more to herself, not until you stated your thoughts.

”I’ll take that as a compliment”, she said as she looked at you, a small grin tugging the side of her lips which. ”But you aren’t that short either”, she pointed out, something you raised your head to, as well as brows.

”Perhaps not”, you crossed your arms as you looked back at her. Without her heels on and your boots thrown in the pile of your other clothes, you heights weren't far from one another.

”The food will be here in just a few minutes”, you raised a questioning eyebrow at her as she stepped into her heels without much difficulty. Not because of the food, that you were rather grateful for her to get, but rather where she would be going. ”I have a few things I need to deal with, work-related”, she waved the vague end of her sentence of, but at least you knew what she would be doing.

You didn't really follow her to the door, but you took a few steps in the general direction of the couch group. Standing behind the back of the couch, which was opposite the one Pepper sat, you leaned against it while lifting one leg to rest on the top of it.

”Ah, at least I know you won’t be starving while I'm gone”, you hadn't let go of her with your gaze, neither would've done it until she closed the door behind her, but now she stopped before doing that. It was open and she gave a smile to the one standing on the other side. You couldn’t see who it was, as the door opened the wrong way. Pepper just looked over her shoulder, smile widening. ”It was nice meeting you and hopefully I’m going to do it again”, you’ve heard that phrase before. You felt your eyes widen as she walked out of the door without any response from you. She said the same thing the first time you met her. You shot up from your place but was frozen after doing it. Was she serious? You didn't know if she said it on purpose or if it was a phrase she usually used, but she had said the same thing twice. No difference between the two times.

As you stood there, in what most would call distress, you noticed that she left the door open, presumably for the one standing there to come in.

You recognised the blonde hair, then his eyes. Blue but not electrical.

”Captain”, you recovered as fast as you could from your previous emotion, closing the thoughts away, although the tension from them lingered. He nodded as a greeting while pushing the door close behind him. It wasn't until then, when he did it with his odd hand, that you noticed he had a tray in his hand. That must be…

”I got the food”, he said. He walked in your direction, although you saw he opted for the other couch. You rounded the one you stood behind, sitting down and crossing your legs, near enough the armrest so you could rest on it. You watched the Captain setting down the tray on the table between you and him, while he did you studied what was on it. Two plates and one glass. On one plate with a sandwich of sorts, the other fruits. Sliced apples, peeled oranges, whole bananas and even strawberries mainly made up the plate. In the glass was a translucent liquid, which you just presumed to be water.

”I’m sorry we didn’t think of this”, the Captain said, gesturing to what stood before you. Watching him, you saw his sheepish look.

”Don’t think about it too much”, you assured him but continued without really knowing why. ”I have gone longer”

”Why?” He sounded surprised as he sat down, leaning forward on his knees.

”Are you going to stay and watch me eat?” you mused towards him but his expression remained the same, not trailing away form his question.

”If you can go days without eating, then yes I’ll stay to make sure you eat”, you clicked your tongue to what he said, narrowing your brows.

”Just because I can go a long time without eating, doesn’t mean I want to”, you said and he seemed to relax, as he leaned backwards.

”Then why?” He asked again. You had leaned forward, taking one of the apple slices and began nibbling on it. You felt his eyes on you the whole time and it felt like they burned holes into you.

”Why? I think you almost can figure out that yourself, hm?” you questioned him back, swallowing the last piece of the fruit you took. You thought he perhaps would’ve answered, but he only cocked one of his brows at you. ”I already told you I didn’t have the most glamours life, that life didn’t really entail food every day, sometimes even longer”, you shrugged it off taking another piece of fruit from the plate.

”How was it?” you glanced up to his voice.

”How was what?”

”Living how you did?” He clarified his question, which made you huff.

”Living wasn't really what I did, I survived”, it was a cut answer and he seemed to understand that as he didn’t continue asking. You didn’t know why, but it felt like you only got asked the same questions. How? Why?

You kept eating the food in small portions. You started to feel the silence defeating as the only thing heard was your own munching. The silence by itself didn’t disturb you, although the attention got you bothered. Leaning in, you took a few more strawberries then earlier, most of them were for you, although when you had leaned back you took one of them, throwing it at the Captain. As he had watched you the whole time, he caught it exceptionally.

”What for?” He asked holding the berry gently between his fingers.

”Because your gaze doesn’t make it any more comfortable for me to eat”, you stated, placing one more greenery from the strawberry on the table. ”So the least you can do is to eat with me”, he grinned at that while looking down at the plates.

”What exactly?” His teasing voice made you look down. The fruit plate, it seemed like, you almost had devoured, only a few bits left, although the sandwich was left untouched.

”If the Captain isn’t too picky, there’s a sandwich laying right there”, you pointed at said food.

”I’m not the one which should be eating it”, he said stubbornly and you rolled your eyes to it.

”Just take it. If I haven’t touched it yet, I’m most defiantly not going to do it either”, you acknowledged reaching for the glass. Grasping it you leaned back, sipping the water while watching him, his gaze met your own until he caved.

”Fine…”, he muttered. The Captain, reached forward, taking one part of the sandwich which was cut in half. You chuckled at his antics as he began eating the sandwich, although it wasn't so much of eating as it was gone in less time than you thought.

”If I knew you were that hungry, I would’ve let you have the sandwich earlier”, you said eyes wider then normal. He chuckled to what you said, shrugging slightly.

”What can I say? If you haven’t eaten anything that is what happens”, you tried to straighten your back to see over his shoulder to what the time was, worrying for how long he hadn't eaten for. ”It’s only 10 AM, I’ll live”, he continued with, which made you sigh out in some form of relief.

The silence had become more comfortable as you keep sipping the water, although you felt that he didn’t really want to be this quiet.

”Captain”, his title caught his attention as he had been looking around the room. ”I know there’s something you want to ask, so do it”, you instructed him.

”How do I know you’ll answer?” He had crossed his arms and it made a smirk spread on your lips.

”You know I’ll answer, but not if what I say is true”, you began with, his brow cocking, which you ignored as you continued. ”However I assure you I will”, he didn’t say anything immediately, instead he seemed try the words in his mind before saying them out loud.

”I know you don’t know the name”, you leaned forward in your seat, even tough your crossed legs didn’t allow you to do it much further. ”But James, he’s an old friend of mine and I’ll hope you maybe want to meet him someday?”, his voice was gentle as he said it, you couldn’t help to feel compassion for him. From this little only, you could tell that his friend meant a lot to him.

”Perhaps I will”, you nodded mindlessly as you went to put the glass back.

”I guess you don’t have anything planned for the rest of the day”, his question caught your attention, if not also amusement.

”No how could I?” He rolled his eyes while standing up, you follow the movement shortly after.

”Well if you don’t have any restrains, we can go to the gym later”, he didn’t direct it as a question, which you reacted to.

”Shouldn't you ask if I want to, Captain?”

”I guess you already feel cooped in this room and Fury said you needed to get your training going again, so no”, you still scowled at the thought, him being your caretaker. You will never stop questioning Nick about that. However, the Captains suggestion didn’t sound totally awful and he was right, this room already felt more imprisoning then the interrogation room, where you’d been in literal cuffs

”A bit of fresh air never suits anybody wrong”, you stated before continuing, "Nevertheless it seems like you forget something”, you pointed it out.

”Don’t worry about clothes or such for time being, I’ll fix it”, he said before continuing, informing when you would meet, which would be just a few hours from now. He gave you directions of how to come to the gym, which you tried memorising, before he nodded goodbye and went out the door.

You didn't do much while waiting for the time to go, mainly because the room didn’t offer much to do. You walked around in the silence, mapping out the room as if you already hadn’t done that. But time went, quicker then you thought. It was while you sat in the couch fiddling with the edge of the blanket which you grasped how soon you would meet the Captain.

”Miss?” A female voice sounded throughout the room and swiftly you surveyed the room, noticing no one was in here.

”Yes”, you said it with a steady voice, however no less cautious because of that.

”I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr Stark’s Artificial Intelligence”, once… she… said it a thought hit, the voice sounded familiar to Vision’s. ”Mr Rogers wanted me to remind you that the fitness centre is located in the west wing of level 86”, as she said this you checked the time, noticing that it was merely ten minutes until said time when you would meet him.

You didn’t know how to answer the A.I, so you settled with a ’thanks’. You headed for the door, twisting it open as no-one had locked it since the Captain left.

Taking a left you ventured down the hallway towards the elevator, which didn’t take more than a few seconds to arrive. Nobody was inside it so you stepped in, eyeing the buttons on the side. 86th floor, six levels above Pepper and Stark’s, two below the Captains. Once finding the button, between the floors which you remembered the numbers of and who they belonged to, you pressed it. The elevator moved silently downwards and it didn’t take long before it dinged open.

When you stepped out of the elevator you were met with the familiar lounge area which seemed to greet one on most levels. However, this room wasn’t as high in the roof. Looking around you saw a staircase on the right, leading up to a second floor and probably what made the roof lower. What surprised you the most, however, was that it wasn’t a long corridor leading towards the left, which would be towards the west wing. Instead, you walked towards the only door opening.

”Holy…”, as said, you didn’t think this would be the layout of the level from the description, so walking into a training area almost as large as a sports centre, was both surprising and impressing. Standing on the threshold, you knew what you saw must be a segment of it, still it didn't count as small. To the right of you, following the wall, benches were put out. They only followed the curve of the wall until doors made them stop, which you clearly could see and read was two different changing rooms. Further down, covering the full short side of the room, was a machine park. Training equipment which you had both seen and not, made up the sea of machines. You thought you hinted the tiniest bit of your own reflection, making you assume there was a mirror covering that wall.

”Had the same reaction the first time I saw it”, you had noticed his light steps before his voice reached you, but that was what made you turn to him. Looking the way his voice came from, one of the first things you noticed was the multiple punching bags and corresponding things behind him as he walked towards you.

”It’s a valid reaction”, you said and he nodded.

”Yes it is”, his confirmation came. You began taking a few steps forward, not towards him, nevertheless it made his way reaching shorter. Taking another step, you set your foot on something softer than the floor, although harder than the material of a carpet. Looking down you saw the red material which differed from the otherwise black coloured floor.

”Sparring mat”

”I could’ve guessed”, you answered, looking up to see that he now had come to a stop beside you.

”You could’ve, but maybe it wouldn’t have been right”, his comeback made you feel the smirk forming on your lips.

”Maybe it would’ve been”, he smiled but didn’t continue on what you said, instead handing you a uniform. It was similar to the one you remembered agent Hill had worn. Sleek in a grey-black colour, with a small S.H.I.E.L.D emblem embroidered on the chest.

”Go put this on, then you can begin”, he nodded towards the changing rooms.

”What, don’t you think my attire is good enough?” you gesticulated towards what you had on. Not the sweats you had been lent, instead the same black clothes you had earlier, now freshly washed as Pepper somehow managed to do that, while also stopping by to drop them off. The Captain only shook his head, although not missing the sarcasm in your voice as he said.

”It's good, although such fancy clothing you wouldn’t want to be destroyed, so I suggest changing”, chuckling you took the clothes stretched towards you.

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belle82devart · 4 years

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On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

I would say a 6 or 7. Life can be so fucking scary (as well as people), but it still has it's charms and quirks that make it enjoyable and something to look forward to.

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

[#scared of everything] or [#justneedsahug]

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He's got the swagger, the sweetness and the salt and pepper look isn't helping sway my opinion at all. Plus he's got strong arms, perfect for cuddles.

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

(I hate to admit this, but I had to look up what a fucking marquee was.) The anxious and the strange.

What’s your wakeup ritual?

Get up, shower, have a little time for self loathing and negative personal views. Then go for the self affirmation card and continue the day.

What’s your favorite time of day?

Morning. Most days, the morning is where it all starts. Where the hikes in the mountains begin or where the next big projects begin.

Your go to for having a good laugh?

Crack videos of whatever fandom I'm obsessed with at the time. Or cat videos.

Dream country to visit?

I know it's not a country, but Europe in general. If it had to be a single place, Poland.

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

Finding out while my mother threw up on the side of the road that 'hey, you're gonna be a big sister'!

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Combat boots. Now I can do heels, and I can do sneakers, but boots, especially combat style are my favorite.

Vintage or new?

Vintage all the way! It's oleasing to be able to experience something old and make it new in your eyes. I guess that's why I own a Polaroid camera and Walkman.

Who do you want to write your obituary?

My family. All of them.

Style icon?

My father. I've basically stolen all his band shirts and old biker vest/jackets. Sooo yeah.

What are three things you can’t live without?

Music, art, and friends/family. What's life without companionship? What's life without some sort of art? The world wouldn't suevibe without music, and I can't survive without any of the listed.

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

Ketchup for most things, but not all.

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

- Vincent Price

- Bob Ross

- Anyone else who wants to eat my shitty cooking.

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Well, I absoluty am scared to death of spiders, but that's not my biggest fear. Failure and letting those I care for down... That's my biggest fear. I fear that I will never make anyone happy, that I can't do right...

God, this question called me out hard.

Window or aisle seat?

Window all the way. Give me the view !

What’s your current TV obsession?

- The Walking Dead

- The Witcher

- and The Boys

Favorite app?

Autodesk Sketchbook Pro

Secret talent?

For some reason, I can put people to sleep really easy when I pet their hair.

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

Went to Washington D.C. I got to see so many museums and cool little places.

How would you define yourself in three words?

Anxious. Sweet. Creative.

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

My leather jacket.

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

Fuzzy socks. Evwryoje deserves to have warm feet!

Superpower you would want?

Teleportation. I can go anywhere I want but also I can leave undesired sistiations when they get overwhelming.

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

People, music, books, movies/shows/games. You name it, i'll get something out of it.

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

Never give up, even when the odds seem stackwd agaisnt you. Always keep pushing forward and remember that there will always be someone in the world to fall back on when it gets to be too hard.

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

You'll see and hear a lot of shit in life that'll being you down, that will make everything seem so bad... But it will get better. You'll make it to the next day, and you'll one day see yourself as a good person, even if you need that little push and reminder from your friends.

A book that everyone should read?

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

What would you like to be remembered for?

Being kind and helpful.

How do you define beauty?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so it truly can't be defined generally without personal opinion slipping in.

What do you love most about your body?

My eyes. I really don't see anything worth while besides my eyes.

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

Curled up with my cats. I may be allergic but i'll be damned if I don't get a good rest without them.

Favourite place to view art?

Anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes it's fun going to a gallery and seeing the art others have created.

If your life were a song, what would it be?

Ça va ça va - Claudio Capéo

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

Drums or the marimba.

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

Upper arm or as a 3/4 sleeve.

What’s your spirit animal?

Maine Coon

Best gift you’ve ever received?

A small box made of cedar from my mother for my birthday. I don't know why but I was a sobbing mess when I got it.

Best gift you’ve ever given?

A 4ft x 6 ft painting in dedication to my aunts and their family after their car crash.

What’s your favourite board game?

Risk, Pandemic (Ha! Ironic), Monopoly, and Sorry!

What’s your favourite colour?

Blue and all shades of blue.

Least favourite colour?

Yellow.

Diamonds or pearls?

Neither. Give me some good old fashioned gemstones like quartz and I'll be happiee than a pig in mud.

Drugstore makeup or designer?

Drugstore. One, I don't have the money for designer makeup. Two, you can use drugstore and dollar store make-up to achieve the same look. And three, I don't wear makeup too often, so what's the point od paying top dollar for something I'll only use here and there?

Blow-dry or air-dry?

Either. Depends on how much time I've got on my hands.

Pilates or yoga?

Haven't done either but I would love to try yoga.

Coffee or tea?

Both!

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

Hullaballoo.

hullaballoo. noun. 1. Sounds or a sound, especially when loud, confused, or disagreeable: babel, clamor, din, hubbub, noise, pandemonium, racket, rumpus, tumult, uproar.

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Both, but also white chocolate!

Stairs or elevator?

Both

Summer or winter?

Both. I love the storms during the summer, and the snow during the winter. Especially New York winters (Buffalo in particular).

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

Chicken parmigiana

A dessert you don’t like?

Anything with Nutella.

A skill you’re working on mastering?

Welding. This year i'll be starting the rest of my classes to get certified in it.

Best thing to happen to you today?

Nothings really happened yet, but that can always change!

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

"Wow, you've got some talent" when it comes to my art or writing.

Favourite smell?

Rhododendrons and the forest floor after a rain storm.

Hugs or kisses?

Both! And at the same time makes it so much better.

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

Paranormal locations along the Blue Ridge Parkway or how religion ties in with art.

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

A poem about beauty in death and how the earth always reclaims what has been taken. The poem was truly amazing.

Lipstick or lip gloss?

Both.

Sweet or savory?

Both!!!

Girl crush?

Kate Beckinsale

How you know you’re in love?

I truly have no idea! I mean, I haven't been in love before...

Song you can listen to on repeat?

Fistfight by The Ballroom Thieves

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

Mads Mikkelsen. He's classy, he's goofy, and who wouldn't want to?

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

Persuing my passions. I'm on the road to become a Graphic Designer, and that's just so exciting to me!

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supersizemeplz · 5 years

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Deck the B-.. Halls?

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Filthy SMUT ahead. Ok, maybe not filthy cause I'm not that good but very explicit. Lol. Enjoy!

Snow drifted form the darkening sky, covering the beautiful estate. Many cars filled the circular driveway. All of the foreign. All of them paid for. The temperature was in the low twenties, ice freezing over the water of the fountain that centered the driveway. The sun's warmth long gone.

Inside the warm home, everyone was busying themselves getting ready. The Udaku's were big on celebrating holidays and spending time with each other. Every room held their own decorations, no matter how small the amount. Christmas music from various black artists filled the air, drifting from downstairs where the older women of the family and a couple chefs prepared dinner. The aroma of ham and desserts filled the air along with the voices of older men chatting about random topics.

Upstairs at the end of the hall was where you and Erik resided in your assigned bedroom. Moving about the room, you both pieced together your outfits for the night.

You stood in the full length mirror, trying to decide between the two outfits in either of your hands. Taking turns of holding each outfit against you. Sighing, you tucked your bottom lip between you teeth. "Erikk.. I can't decide what outfit to wear. The white dress makes my ass look good, but the black one takes the attention off my rolls.."

Turning to Erik, you alternated the dresses against you once more for him to see. He rested back on elbows atop the bed. Sporting only his boxer briefs and unzipped dress pants. "I like you in white because it looks good against your skin.. Honestly, I wouldn't mind having a nice view of that ass either." He wore an amused smirk as he spoke, making you roll your eyes playfully.

He sat up from his relaxed position, watching your backside before you'd disappeared into the closet to put back the black dress. When you appeared again, your heels were in your left hand. "I should wear the black one in spite. Perverted ass.." The heels dropped to the floor before the bed with a soft thud. Before you could walk away again, Erik caught your hand. Pulling you to him.

"C'mere.." His hands found your hips, rounding to your backside. You mumbled a soft 'What, E?'. The golds you gifted him three days prior to arriving at his family's house glinted as he smiled. He'd thanked you for them with three orgasms. Bringing your lips down to meet his, he nipped at your bottom lip. "It doesn't matter which dress you wear, either way it's coming off when we make it back up here.."

He growled into your skin as you straddled him. His hands gave your ass another feel as you felt his excitement beneath you. You didn't realize it but your body always turned Erik on. Though it seemed a bit obvious when you thought about it. He'd always absent mindedly rubbed your belly before he'd fall asleep on you, or toy with your love handles as you both cuddled up. It was clear as day.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed your skin, biting into your neck just enough to apply pressure. His arms wrapping around you during his assault. Your eyes had closed at the feeling, hands pressing against his chest as you shifted on his lap. When he'd lifted his hips to push his erection against you and mumbled a soft 'princess' against your skin, you shook your head before finding strength to push yourself away.

"Nuh uh, Erik. I gotta get ready.." You'd escaped his reach as he tried pulling you back. Sauntering to the bathroom to do just as you'd said. You heard his groan as you searched for your makeup bag and placed it on the counter.

When Erik had finally peeked his head into the bathroom, you were finishing your eyebrows. He'd eased into the bathroom, still half dressed as he found his place behind you. You only threw him a glance before smiling at your almost identical eyebrows. He'd snaked his arms around you as you dug through your bag for a lip color.

"I know what would look good on your lips.." He hummed, pressing a kiss to your neck. Your hands rested against the counter as he pressed his erection against your ass. The thought of him fucking you on the counter was tempting, but you were planning to wear heels tonight. And you can't strut around with a limp and look graceful at the same time. That didn't mean he couldn't get his nut though.

Turning to him, you palmed him through his underwear. Smirking at the growl in his throat. Gently pushing him to step back, you squatted in front of him as you did so. His eyes watched eagerly as you freed his hardened girth. Wrapping your fingers around his thick base. Your golden nails that he'd chosen trailed down his thigh teasingly as you made eye contact with him.

"You promise to behave if I give you a little something to hold you?" You moaned before sticking your tongue out, running the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length. He growled a yes, baby as he licked his lips, brushing your coils from your face so he could see you better.

His thick fingers tightened in your hair as you sucked him. Your hands stroking whatever couldn't fit. Bringing a hand back down to balance yourself against him, you hollowed your cheeks how he liked. You pulled him from your mouth suddenly, spitting on his dick to make it wetter. Just like those girls did in the videos you'd watched while he was in the shower one night. You'd wanted to make his knees buckle. Maybe even snatch his soul.

He'd hissed as you slipped him back between your soft lips, twisting your hand as you stroked him slowly. The praises that left his lips were encouragement, hushed there you go's and keep sucking that dick just like that. That evoked a moan from you and it's vibration made his hips jerk. His eyes met yours when he'd calmed himself enough to look at your pretty face.

A soft 'fuck' escaped his parted lips as his hands fisted your coils. You could beat his ass later. He began thrusting his hips gently a couple of times, watching your reaction. When you didn't scold him, he groaned softly. "Can we try something, baby?"

You'd nodded, tightening your lips as he slipped from your mouth a bit to let you breathe. He grinned at that. His freaky princess. "Cup my balls against my dick for me.." When you'd did so, he exhaled with a nod. "There you go.. Now open that mouth and stick out your tongue, baby."

You held your grip firm but gentle, easing him back into your mouth. Erik let his head fall back, eyes closing as you'd slipped him in enough that your tongue tapped against his jewels. The longer you did it, the easier it became to handle him. Spit began dripping around his glossed dick, coating your fingers as you sloppily slurped him.

You stopped as he neared the back of your throat, closing your eyes as you stroked him with a double handed twist. He cursed a bit louder as you pulled him from your lips. Yet your hands still worked on him. "You wanna give me that cum, baby?" You brushed his tip against his your lips, moaning as you seen his stomach tighten. Ab lines appearing and fading a bit. "Don't I deserve it?"

That sent him over.

He whimpered, moaning as he mumbled his warning to you. Your hands never stopped their twisting as you grinned up at him. Sending a teasing wink before he groaned. You hummed as he came on your tongue and lips. I love you's falling from his lips repeatedly. Smirking, you hummed your acknowledgement before wrapping your lips around him again. Payback for all times he'd used over stimulation against you. He cursed as his legs weakened and he laid back to hold onto the counter. You laughed as you stood from your squatted position, licking any traces of him from your lips as he eyed you hungrily.

"I swear I love your fine ass.." He chuckled as he pulled her to him, landing a smack on her ass. You gave him a smile before he rewarded you with a kiss. Though you needed a change of underwear, you were satisfied that he was satisfied.

A knock interrupted you as you both passed small kisses back and forth. Erik yelled out a yeah? but was met with silence. When they chose to instead knock again, Erik gave an annoyed eye roll.

You stepped back, giggling as he admired you once more. Humming in satisfaction as he fixed himself. "We aren't done, baby. I'll be right back.." You chuckled at him, watching him walk away to answer the door. Laughing aloud when you'd heard the door open and T'Challa scold Erik for being half naked.

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crying-over-spilled-feels · 5 years

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if you could write a happy young brodinsons fic where nothing is hurting and everything is beautiful then i'll be a happy lassie :>

This is an amazing request! Of course I wrote that fic for you, my dear friend! I even tried my best at making a gif of it for you! Here is the story; I hope it makes you happy before you watch Endgame! I hope it’s okay I made Thor and Loki very young in this fic!

Where the Ocean Meets the Sky

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters; they belong toMarvel and Stan Lee in this particular adaptation, though they are originallyderived from Norse mythology.

Word Count: 1,200

When Lokifeels someone roughly shake his shoulder in the middle of the night, his firstthought is to go for the dagger he keeps tucked under his pillow in case any intrudersmanaged to get past the castle guards. However, the voice that comes with therough shaking helps to put Loki’s racing mind to ease as the young God ofMischief’s eyes open in the darkness of his chambers.

“Brother!” Thor whispers, though tothe raven-haired Prince of Asgard, it still seems as if his older brother isshouting despite his best efforts to be quiet. “Brother!” the young God of Thundercontinues, shaking his younger brother again, yet with more urgency than the firsttime. “Loki!” he tries for a third time, practically shouting the younger prince’sname into the darkness.

“Whatever could you want at thishour, brother?” Loki demands in a whisper of his own, rolling over in his bedand wiping his tired eyes before lighting a candle with his magic where he canat least see the golden-haired intruder.

“Are you awake?” Thor inquires, ashis brother’s back is turned to him.

“I am now,” Loki responds in a slightlyamused voice, wondering how in all the seven realms Thor thought Loki could betalking to him if he was still asleep. “You made sure of that, Thor,” the youngPrince of Asgard lightly laughs, sitting up and moving to face his brother. “Whatexactly is so important you must wake me at this unprecedented hour?” the eighteen-year-oldGod of Mischief demands of his slightly older brother.

“That is a surprise, dear brother!Come,” Thor grins widely, throwing a spare pair of clothes at his brother, whichLoki dutifully catches. “Put these on and then meet me outside my chambers,”the God of Thunder instructs, turning quickly on his heel to head back to hisown chambers down the hall.

Before Loki even gets a chance torefute his brother’s potentially dangerous plan, the heir to the Asgardianthrone is gone, leaving his younger brother to simply change into the plainclothes that do not have the ornate designs of the royal family’s usual attire.

“What in the seven realms does Thorhave planned?” Loki softly mutters as he pulls the shirt over his head, scowlingat his appearance in the mirror as he realizes that the shirt is much looser onhim than he had hoped.

Closing his chamber doors softlybehind him, the second Prince of Asgard sneaks quickly down the hallway to findThor and get to the bottom of this middle of the night excursion.

“Loki!Quickly, follow me!”

“And where, pray tell, are we going,Thor?”

“We are going sailing, dearbrother,” the twenty-two-year-old God of Thunder reveals, his blue eyes sparklingin the bare traces of dawn as the sun begins to peak as it enters the sky to startthe morning.

“In what vessel?” theeighteen-year-old God of Mischief questions with a doubtful expression on hislips.

“Why, my own of course!” Thor grinswith a dangerous look in his eyes, the one that Loki knows will get them both introuble if they are caught.

“I thought Father was still givingyou your lessons,” Loki reminds as they near the shipyard, catching sight of Thor’ssmall boat that Odin had gifted his eldest son on his twentieth nameday.

“Father told me that I have learnednearly as much as he did when he was my age. I think I’m ready to set sail!”

“And do you know how to stop theship? What about how to spot reefs and other hazards that could tear the boatout from under us? Hmm? Did you think of those, o mighty Thor, God of Thunderand heir of the Asgardian throne?”

The brothers continue to tease oneanother as Thor climbs onto the deck of his boat, already preparing the sailsand starting to loosen the ropes from around the dock.

“Stopping is almost the same asanother technique Father taught me, and I shall try my hardest to avoid any reefsor other hazards,” Thor laughs joyously, soaking in the sun on his face as thegolden rays cast down on him.

“You make a pretty terrible captain,”Loki deadpans, his eyes shining in mirth as he nears the ship, leaning on theside of the vessel.

“At least I have a ship,” the golden-haired Prince teases his younger brother,gently shoving Loki farther away from the ship.

“Father promised me that I wouldget a boat for my twentieth nameday as well!” the raven-haired God of Mischiefprotests, looking for all the world like a jealous child.

“You are coming with me, aren’tyou?” Thor innocently asks, genuine hope written on his face as he extends ahand down to Loki, hoping that his brother will join him on his first solosailing expedition.

“Yes, of course,” Loki grins withthe purest look of happiness on his face that Thor can recall ever seeing onhis younger brother’s face. “Are you sure Father will not be angry with us?”

“Who’s going to tell him? If you willnot tell him, then I will not. This shall remain a secret between us, brother.Now, help me untie these ropes and I shall show you how to sail.”

“Truly? I know nothing of sailing.”

“Yes, truly. And you know moreabout sailing than you think with all of those books you read, Loki,” Thor reveals,a proud smile coming to his lips as he watches Loki easily untie the boat fromthe dock and help cast them off. “The left side is called port, and the rightside is called starboard. But, you have time yet to learn. Enjoy the ride as Icaptain us to a special fishing spot I have found,” the God of Thunder explainshis plan for the day, and it is then that Loki notices the fishing equipment inthe ship.

“If you don’t kill us first,” Lokisasses, casting a smirk in Thor’s direction, earning himself a light slap inthe back of the head from his older brother.

“I don’t think you want to incite amutiny on your captain on your first day at sea, brother,” Thor cautions,laughing at his own joke as he begins to steer the ship in the direction of thecove while Loki holds his hand over the side of the ship, skimming his fingersin the small waves and swells as the boat gains speed.

“I would never take part in a mutinyagainst you, Thor,” Loki promises, grasping his brother’s hand in the special handshakeOdin had taught them both to use when promising something for life. “I willfollow you until the ocean meets the sky.”

Though Thor may not have realizedit, Loki chose that particular metaphor because the ocean would never trulymeet the sky, meaning that he would have his older brother’s back for eternity.

“And I shall do the same for you,Loki. The sun will shine on us for all our lives. May nothing diverge our pathsfrom one another as long as we both shall live.”

Author’s Note: And there it is! Rival Argentica requested some young Brodinsonfluff before they betray one another, so here it is! I spent my last hours ofbeing 18 years old writing this; I hope you enjoy it, my friend! I also hopeeveryone else enjoyed this piece as well! This was refreshing to write,especially after the angst piece I just posted about Clint on Monday! I’m goingto have a set Tumblr schedule very soon once I get through house-sitting thisnext week! As always, reviews are always greatly appreciated. Until next time, my dear readers! Feel free torequest something else using any of the prompts and fandoms on my Tumblr or FanFictionaccount! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night.

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years

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I think I'll just send it in now, just in case. XD I'd like to put in a fluffy request for Iwaizumi spending the day with his wife on her birthday. Children are optional, though if you decide to add them, maybe 2 boys. Kek. Ohh, and I won't stop you if you wanna add NSFW stuff in there, because 1.) birthday, and 2.) Iwa-chan. XD --Pls spoil Shyjime, at least on her birthday ♡ (the 6th, same as his seiyuu tbh lmao, shameless)

Ahahahahaha I am super late with this one, but I hope you don’t mind my swinging around for this birthday! Happy birthday, lovely!!!! Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Maro (Myself) - Son (8)

Reiji (Courteous Child) - Son (7)

Tired, aching muscles pulled your consciousness away from the numbing sleep - bringing you back into the world of the aware, into the loud house you called your home. The home of your loves, your sons, and your husband. But you woke alone, in an empty bed, your hand making contact with the cool sheets of a vacant spot. You frowned and slowly opened your eyes, glancing over your shoulder to see that yes, indeed, Iwaizumi was missing.

A loud slamming of the backyard door made you close your eyes, pulling the blankets even closer to your chest as you tried to catch just a few more minutes of sleep before-

“Mama! Look!”

Too late. It’s time for you to wake up.

The sight before you, before your sleepy, bleary eyes, confused you at first - you couldn’t remember buying your sons that shade of brown shorts, and the smeared design of their shirts looked unfamiliar - Had Iwaizumi gone shopping with them while you were asleep?

“We picked flowers for you, mama! Daddy says its your birthday!” Maro smiled widely at you, holding a few barely intact flowers; After blinking a few times, you realized they were from your backyard flower bed - ripped from the ground so cruelly, their roots still clinging onto the soil you’d initially surrounded them with.

Reiji, your younger son, clamored onto the bed, kneeling next to your torso before laying his own torso over yours, making you let out a oddly pleased groan at the added weight. “Reiji, sweetie, you’re heavy.” But your son only giggled, pushing his face against the side of your head and blowing into your ear, giving you chills and making you whine as you tried to hide away from his tactics. “Nooooo, boys, let mama sleep.”

Your sons were not having it though, now both of them were on the bed, Reiji on top of you, Maro nuzzling his way into your arms and humming happily when you reciprocated his hug, resting your head on top of his. “Mama! Happy Birthday!” A gentle smile came to your lips as you finally opened your eyes completely, the effort making them feel heavier than before, but you didn’t want to miss out on their sweet smiles aimed up at you. “Mama, what are you going to do for your birthday? Are you going to go to the park?”

“Are you going to have a party?”

“How about cake, are you going to have cake?”

“And mama, what about-“

“Boys.” A deep voice suddenly piped up, making the three of you jump in surprise and hold onto each other tightly before looking at the doorway where the voice had come from. Iwaizumi smiled fondly at the three of you, shaking his head in disbelief when his sons gave him sheepish smiles - smiles that matched yours exactly. “I told you to let your mother sleep.” Maro mimicked his father with a giggle before hiding his face in your chest, holding onto you tightly when he sensed his father come closer to the bed, “Oi! What was that? You want to make that face again, Maro?” Although he tried to seem scary and intimidating - fatherhood had made your husband all smiles and genuine laughs.

Maro turned his head to regard his father out of the corner of his eye, “Nothing, daddy!” Now his smile was feigning innocence, and Reiji hid his face in your hair, trying to keep his knowing smile a secret from their father.

You held Maro close, your other hand wrapping around Reiji before you turned on your back, now holding Maro against your side and Reiji on your chest. Although he was very heavy, he was your baby. And he’d always be your baby. So you would cuddle him for as long as he’d let you. “Can’t we all just get along? And maybe take a long nap together? That sounds like my ideal birthday present.” You closed your eyes again, feeling your body relax into the mattress under you as your sons got comfortable.

Regardless of their movements, their mouths kept complaining, “But Mama! We just woke up! We got to go do something fun!” You moved your hand from Reiji’s shoulder to press against Maro’s face, shushing him silently, but he continued. “Please mama! Let us go play at the park! I wanna show Reiji how to do the monkey bars!” Voice muffled now.

“I know how to do the monkey bars, Maro! I’m not a baby!” Reiji whined, his own voice muffled by your shoulder, giving his brother an irritated look from the corner of his eye - a look that mirrored Iwaizumi’s almost exactly.

Suddenly Reiji was picked up out of your arms by the back of his shirt, and Maro was hefted by the waist into the air, resting on his father’s hip. “Ah! No! Mama, save us!”

You hummed, yawned, and waved them off as Iwaizumi took them into the hallway, “See you later, babies.” You smiled. But they were still whining in the hall, and you let out a loud, continuous groan as you pulled the covers off of your body, and padded into the living room.

“Ah! Good Afternoon, ______-chan!” You rubbed your eyes quickly and blinked a few times, a little more than just surprised at Oikawa standing in your living room. “I came for Maro and Reiji. Iwa-chan says it’s time to go to the park.” Then he gave you an obvious wink.

But you didn’t know what he was hinting at. “What?”

Oikawa seemed perplexed at your confusion, “You…. You don’t know what I’m talking about?’

You shook your head, “No idea, Tooru.”

Just as Oikawa was about to go into great detail of the plans set for you birthday today, Iwaizumi walked back into the living room and stuffed the bag of milk bread straight into Oikawa’s open mouth. The former setter gave his best friend the stink eye before taking the bag out, “That was very rude, Iwa-chan!”

“Get the hell out of my house, Shittykawa. You got your advance payment, now get.” Oikawa’s tinkling chuckle made Iwaizumi’s lips twitch in a reluctant smile. You watched the exchange between the two friends intensely, not understanding what they were possibly talking about but knowing you were immediately involved in whatever was planned. “Maro, Reiji!” Both boys turned on their heels, their chills rushing down their spine at their father barking their names, but when they met their father’s dark green eyes, they relaxed; He was worried. “Don’t go wandering off. Uncle Trashykawa is a terrible baby sitter.”

“Hey! Iwa-chan!”

“I mean, just look at Yukio.”

Yukio pouted as he stared up at his uncle Iwaizumi, “I am 100% better than my daddy!”

“Hey! Yukio-chan!” Oikawa ushered the three children out of the house, “Okay, okay, okay, let’s get going before I get even more bullied. You’re all just so mean!” Then the door was closed behind him and your children, leaving you and Iwaizumi completely alone. For as long as Oikawa had the right of mind to stay away from the house.

The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy, thick with something you knew all too well. Chills erupted across your skin as your eyes caught the way Iwaizumi now turned to you, his dark green eyes almost predatory as they zeroed in on what you’d gone to bed in. “Isn’t that my college practice shirt?”

Your eyes widened as you pulled the fabric away from your chest, looking at the text displayed across the front. Yeah. It was his alright. “Don’t you mean ‘our college practice shirt’? I’m pretty sure this one is mine.” Iwaizumi was closer now, having taken the opportunity of your distraction to approach you. Why did it feel like those few steps closer had stolen your breath?

Iwaizumi smirked as he continued to walk towards you, now completely caught in his act. Now he stood before you, broad shoulders above your line of sight, russet skin yours for marking, taught muscles just begging for your clawing nails. The audible gulp didn’t go unnoticed by him, in fact it made him lean his head down close to yours - brushing his lips ever so faintly against yours. A ghost of a kiss. “Is that so? You sure? I think it may be a size or two too big on you…”

Then he was pulling away, his hands tugging at the edges of the shirt, the action making the fabric grow taught in the front so he was able to see the quietly fading print, “N-no… It fits just perfect… I … I got it too big so I can use it for sleeping.” Why were you continuing with this?

“I think you’re lying….” His warm hands, way warmer with the heat of the moment, snuck under your oversized shirt, making contact with the skin of your hips. “How much was it?”

The question threw you off, having already completely lost yourself in the feel of his hands on you. “H-huh?” Your voice was hoarse already, and he hadn’t even take off the shirt yet. But could you really blame yourself? You had your husband of 8 years standing in front you, still looking as chiseled as he did in high school…. In your shared… empty…. home….

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at you, leaning in closer, his lips against your ear now, “I asked…. How much was it?” He intentionally enunciated his words, each syllable sending chills down your spine.

Why wasn’t your brain working properly? Was it the lack of oxygen as you held your breath the closer he got? Was it the way your heart was beating out of your chest, so loudly you were sure he could hear it? “Uh…. It was free… You got it at practice.”

A loud, amused sigh escaped his body before he was lightly tapping his head against yours, “Way to keep your story, babe….” The intense trance was over, broken in an instant, but his hands were still warm, still lightly stroking your skin, making their way up from your hips to the dips of your waist. The shirt was being drawn up with his raising arms.

You let out a huff, lightly nudging your head against his, “You confused me…. It’s not my fault….” He laughed quietly, and the sound filled you with warmth. “My husband is way too sexy to be confusing a little old woman like me.”

Iwaizumi snorted and turned his head, his lips making contact with your temple, “Old woman?” He rolled his eyes to himself, you looked just as delectable since the day he first saw you. Almost 10 years ago. Standing outside the gymnasium with your best friend while she waited on baited breath for Oikawa to blow her off. You’d been the only one he saw in that moment. Even now, he could remember the anxiety of watching you interact with Oikawa; Every time Iwaizumi set his eyes on something, it almost seemed as if Oikawa was 3 steps ahead on the same path. “Let’s see how flexible this old body of yours is.” But you’d noticed him almost as soon as he you.

“Hajime!” You squealed as you were suddenly hefted into his arms, over his shoulder, your ass high in the air while your hands quickly, hastily, pushed against the small of his back.

“Don’t think this is the end of your birthday, either, _____. I have the whole day filled to the brim with plans…..” The feeling of your hands pressing against his back, your left right beside his head… His hand moved from the back of your knees to cupping your ass, a confident, satisfied smirk on his lips when he heard your surprised gasp, “That’s if we can manage to pull ourselves from bed…”

So… not as NSFW as I was originally thinking… but I like it :D I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Shyjime!!!!!!!

#admin Satori #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! scenario #Iwaizumi Hajime #Domestic

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Buster & Rio

Buster: [sends the convo to her] Buster: Fair warning Rio: Oh God Rio: Oh my fucking God Buster: What do you wanna do? Rio: I don't even know where to begin or how to think about this Rio: When is she going to stop ruining your life? Rio: Jesus Buster: Never, clearly Rio: She's such a cunt Buster: Hence I'm not doing anything until or if she does 'cause I wouldn't put it past her to sit back and let us out ourselves thinking she will Rio: Yeah Rio: I can see that Rio: she won't, will she Buster: I don't know, babe Buster: It'd be a really stupid thing for her to attempt but like, she obviously isn't trying to play things any smarter Rio: Maybe she still reckons there's a chance for you two, then she won't Rio: 'cos she's not gonna want to drag herself down by proxy, you know Rio: and like she keeps saying, the kid is yours regardless so Buster: Yeah exactly Buster: She cares about her rep fair too much Rio: I think so too Rio: but shit Rio: we should've been more careful Rio: I thought we were, enough Buster: She reckons I'm gonna come crawling if she gets me spooked enough but I ain't Buster: There's nothing to find she's just been looking obsessively Rio: but if she can work it out Rio: should I delete everything Buster: Don't Buster: She's probably saved it all anyway so Buster: Drew did too, it's cunts with their own interests, nobody else knows or is likely to Rio: Yeah Rio: we've got to hope Buster: Nobody'd believe them if they said shit anyway for the same reason Rio: Who would make something like this up though, babe Rio: not even them Buster: Don't say it like that Buster: We're not doing anything wrong Rio: That isn't what they think Buster: And what, you think Drew or Chlo know better about what's right than I do? Buster: Fuck that Rio: I know how it feels Rio: but there's a reason we're scared, right Buster: I'm not scared Rio: How are you not Rio: I feel sick Buster: What's the point? Whatever anyone else thinks isn't gonna change my mind Rio: I don't know Buster: Babe, you can do whatever you need to, okay Rio: I don't want to do anything, I just want a fucking break Rio: Why is it one thing after another Buster: I know Buster: I'm sorry Rio: It's not your fault Buster: Yeah it is Buster: She wouldn't be doing this if not for me Buster: You'd barely even know her Rio: How could you have predicted...any of this Rio: us, her, all of it Buster: Well, I've had years of thinking about us so I shouldn't have risked our relationship when it finally happened Buster: Not with her Buster: Granted I didn't realise she was this fucked up but I still knew enough Rio: Yeah well, we all know you weren't in a fit state Rio: and it's fucked she doesn't realise that's some real dirt you have on her but Buster: I still got myself into that state though Buster: She didn't force me into that part of things Rio: It's not an excuse Rio: You know that Buster: I'm just saying what people would Buster: Not like I'm a girl wobbling along on her heels, is it? Rio: Fuck people Rio: It's no different Buster: Maybe I could just tell my mum Buster: She'd help us fix this Rio: How? Rio: She's not actually superwoman, babe Buster: I don't know Buster: There's gotta shit you can do if someone's blackmailing you Rio: Maybe Rio: I know the police were fuck all help with Ryan so Rio: don't get your hopes up, like Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: Should I talk to Chlo again then? Rio: And say what? Like you said, she ain't gonna be happy unless you tell her you love her or some shit Rio: and even then, she'll know you don't really so Rio: the girl doesn't know what she wants Buster: But I could just tell her what she wants to hear, or reckons she does Buster: Buy us time Rio: No Rio: I am not making you do that Buster: I'm not gonna fuck her Buster: Nobody could make me Rio: No Rio: I'd rather out myself right now Rio: fuck that Buster: Should we? Rio: I don't know? Rio: It's like, do we wait and let Christmas and all that come and go and risk her doing it Rio: or do we potentially fuck up the holidays for all, fun times Buster: I'd rather wait Buster: But that's only 'cause I don't like my hand being forced Buster: If she says anything you can deny it if you want, I won't hold it against you, like Rio: Yeah, I don't want the caviat of it to be Rio: 'and we're only telling you 'cos Chloe is gonna drop the bombshell so' Rio: it makes it sound bad and not serious, you know Buster: Yeah Buster: My mum is gonna fucking murder me Buster: She told me not to speak to her Buster: Like not only have I, she also knows and is gonna out my secret Buster: Surprise Rio: How can you not when she goads you into it constantly though Rio: and you only did when you thought it was the right thing Rio: it's not your fault she's mental Buster: I shouldn't be that much of a pussy, letting her get to me Buster: You knew she was bullshitting me Rio: It's what she's good at Rio: Don't blame yourself Rio: Blame her, she's the one who keeps pulling this shit Rio: You can talk to your Mum if you want, I don't mind Buster: No Buster: Like you said, it makes things look different to how they are Buster: And makes me look weak Buster: Fuck that Buster: I can't be running to her like a child Rio: You're not though, you know that Buster: I would be though Rio: Okay, don't tell her Rio: What are you gonna do? Buster: Kill Chlo and make it look like an accident Buster: But seriously, nothing right now Rio: I'll be your alibi Buster: That kinda gives us away, babe Buster: but cheers Rio: I think murder trumps this in the grand scheme of things though Buster: Not when I get away with it Rio: Let's not get cocky Rio: know it's hard but this is serious, Bundy Buster: Harder still now I'm back on her fucking home turf Rio: It's barely any time 'til the hols Rio: if she was gonna do it she'd want max time to torture you, right Buster: Thank Christ Buster: You're right Buster: Just gift me with the DNA for fuck's sake Rio: 😟 Rio: Put in a good word with Santa Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Buster: You had a good birthday though, yeah? Buster: She didn't ruin that as well Rio: Of course Rio: It was perfect, she can't touch that Buster: Good Buster: 'Cause I actually would have to kill her Rio: Same Rio: She won't ruin xmas either Rio: she's all chat Buster: Agreed Buster: You heard her playing like she has the nerve or means to talk to my sister when she's blocked on everything Buster: You should block her too though Rio: Yeah, even if she snaked her way in, like Nancy literally wants to hear anything from her Rio: What's she gonna do, cc in our parents, like, who even is she Rio: They don't have time for this petty bullshit Buster: Exactly Buster: I don't have time for it and its about me so Buster: One minute she wants me to get into a top uni, the next she's pulling this shit and my focus Buster: Which is it Chlo? Do you want me to keep you in designer gear or nah Rio: She don't know what she wants Rio: so she's got no business making any kind of demands Buster: I can already tell you she don't want this kid and has no business keeping it Buster: I feel bad for her mum and step dad 'cause it's them who'll be picking up her slack Buster: Doubt they have time either Rio: Yeah Rio: and the poor kid Rio: that's no environment to be raised in Buster: Say what you like about ours but they came good for us Buster: Jesus, I reckon I'd take Indie's mum over Chlo at this point Buster: At least nobody could deny she was unfit, can't out and out prove that Chlo is gonna be the worst mum this side of Chelsea, can I Rio: Yeah, there's a difference between unplanned and straight up unwanted Rio: whatever she tries to sell Rio: it's an acceptable kind of bad, isn't it, she won't be the only, like Buster: Cross your fingers for me, babe Buster: If it ain't my kid we don't need to look back Rio: I'll still feel bad Rio: but at that point, nothing you can do about it Buster: Me too Rio: Poor baby Buster: I can't lie, I feel bad for Ro and Drew's already too Rio: God, I know Rio: I was talking to Indie the other day Rio: and she was half joking but Rio: she doesn't even know the half of it Rio: she reckons they might get married Buster: I mean, my auntie clearly wants that Buster: I can't see Drew agreeing to a big white wedding though Buster: All the fam hates him for a start, imagine how awkward the ceremony and after party would be Rio: Oh God Rio: It would be the most depressing wedding in the world Rio: not that he's let that stop him hanging around for this long, he doesn't care Buster: Like are you gonna have Edie as a bridesmaid as well you cunt Buster: We all know he'd want you to do it Rio: Shut up Rio: Your Ma won't let her Buster: She couldn't stop them getting this far Rio: Well, that would be a little shameless, even for this fam Buster: If my life ever gets anything close to that fucked up, leave me Buster: I'm serious Rio: You're gonna have to pick up the pace if that's what you're going for, like Buster: Challenge accepted, babe Rio: 😒 Rio: If you want me to go, just say like, no need to go crazy Buster: I never want you to go Rio: Good Rio: 'cos I ain't Buster: If you could be here instead of there that'd really help me out though, like Rio: I wish I could be baby Buster: Wasted you talked a good game about it that night Rio: I did? Buster: Yeah Rio: Well, exactly how many cheques did drunk me write that I haven't cashed Rio: not saying won't 'cos refuse to be that bitch but need to know what I'm up against Buster: 😏 Buster: Some of them I was glad to rip up but you know Rio: 🙃 ha kill me Rio: I really do not know wtf I took that night Buster: Me either Buster: I've never seen you like that before Rio: Must've been cut with something dodgy that he didn't know about Rio: 'cos he was doing it too so Buster: Don't remind me Buster: Have you seen him since you got back? Rio: He was here one night with Indie Rio: Ro is doing his head in that much Rio: but I made my excuses and left sharpish, like Buster: Well that's something Buster: Sounds like the wedding's off then Rio: Ha, we can dream Rio: they constantly do each other's head's in, I think Rio: it's stupid, the whole thing Rio: if they'd done it when ours did, no one could say anything but they're grown now so sort it out Buster: I should send Chlo over to theirs it'd soon stop her believing we can play happy families Rio: Maybe we could convince Drew that kid is his too Buster: I just choked Buster: 😂 Rio: 😏 Just sayin' Rio: two birds one stone, like Buster: Always thinking, yeah? Buster: 🧠 Buster: God, I miss you so much Rio: Stick with me, babe Rio: I'll sort this shit so you can focus on your real 🧠box shit Buster: Just don't sort it how this fam normally do like 🥊 Rio: I don't think a slap would hurt her but Rio: probably not whilst she's with child, not very classy of me Buster: Fuck class, if that's what she reckons she's got you don't want it Rio: You're cute Buster: You too Rio: Nah Rio: I'm tough as hell Buster: Yeah and I like it Rio: I been knew Rio: You ever call my dominatrix friend or what Buster: 'Course Rio: Don't play Rio: really? Buster: Yeah Buster: Came highly recommended from a reliable source, like Rio: 😩 WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME Rio: why didn't she Rio: rude Buster: Didn't reckon you'd want an actual review back from me Rio: Duh Rio: selfish, right? Buster: Alright Buster: We had a good time Buster: but you know I prefer being the one in control so Rio: Yeah? Good Rio: You just can't buy this level of dedication, babe, sorry to say Buster: No more presents any time soon then, okay Rio: Seriously Rio: I don't even wanna work out how long you're good for with birthdays and xmas, like Buster: 😏 Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: You're an idiot Rio: and I love you Buster: Good 'cause I'm yours Rio: Yeah? Buster: Yeah and you're mine, babe, whatever happens Rio: Promise Rio: Don't let anyone or anything fuck it up Buster: I swear on my life Rio: I'm not gonna let anything happen to you so Rio: we're good Buster: We really are Rio: I don't care if everyone knows Rio: I want people to know you're mine Rio: and I'm yours Buster: Me too Buster: After Christmas we'll figure this out Rio: Yeah Rio: Orrr we just stop hiding it and let 'em work it out for themselves 😏 Buster: Don't tempt me Rio: Everyone too awkward to ask Rio: rely on this fam for that but one loudmouth with a drink in 'em always ruins that Buster: And obviously that's Nance nowadays Rio: 😂 Rio: Don't Buster: Have you seen her? Buster: I should text but with Chlo hanging over me I'm just Rio: I haven't actually Rio: text planning this summer trip with her, and she seemed more like her old self Rio: obviously she ain't over it but everyone else will be soon, so that'll make it a bit better Buster: And the hols really ain't far off, like you said Buster: That'll help, not being at school for a while Rio: Definitely Rio: the others would tell me if shit was really dire at school, I know Rio: I'll check in when I have the chance Buster: As long as she doesn't try and make her ex her New Year's kiss she'll be alright Buster: That stupid cat is really making a difference too, like Buster: Not saying your ma is on to something Rio: If she suggests a gay bar I'll veto that shit hard, I think once was enough to learn on that one, bless Rio: 😏 See Rio: animals heal everything Rio: Indie still wants her puppy Buster: Are you gonna let her? Buster: Or be a strict ma Rio: Steady on Rio: know what you'd like Rio: I think so Rio: she's always out, so it'd get the exercise Buster: True Buster: Keep her out more too, so suits me Rio: Clearly you've never had to shoo a curious animal out the room 😂 Buster: You know we ain't been allowed since we were kids Buster: Not living that life Rio: Aww Rio: I remember Rio: it was so cute Buster: My ma weren't gonna fall for no scruffy pup, like Buster: Only the best Buster: Surprised she let this kitten stay Rio: Redhead pride Rio: gotta stick together Buster: 😂 Buster: I wonder if my brother would've left me outnumbered or what? Could've been blonde like, dad would've been buzzing Rio: Yeah, I wonder Rio: Your curls are the cutest though so, you win by default Buster: You're biased Rio: Am not Buster: Oh no? Buster: Just always got your hands in my hair as pure coincidence Buster: Same Rio: If you've got a better suggestion of how to hold on, lemme know Rio: 😩 fuck, now I miss you Buster: I can't think of anything better. You know it feels too good Rio: I can't think of anything else now Rio: fuck, babe Buster: Do you want me to be sorry? Buster: 'Cause like, you're gonna have to make me if you do Rio: Oh yeah? Rio: Challenge accepted Buster: Let's see what you can do then, babe Rio: Doubt me all you want Rio: Only gonna make me go harder Buster: Yeah? Buster: I hope so Rio: Don't be wasting your wishes now Rio: you're gonna need 'em Buster: Is that a promise? Rio: [Vid] Rio: What do you reckon, daddy? Buster: Fuck Buster: Okay, I believe you Rio: Good, I don't need to be the only one here wishing they weren't alone Buster: You can believe me, you aren't Buster: Jesus, you're so hot Rio: I am for you Buster: You just are and I can only take credit for the tan Buster: Unfair Rio: Trust, you can take credit for that video and the way I'm feeling too babe Buster: As long as you take credit for this Buster: [Sends own] Rio: Jesus Rio: I wanna take so more than credit Buster: I know Buster: And I wanna give you everything Rio: Please can we use the app Rio: I need you Buster: Say please again Rio: Please, Buster Rio: fuck me and make me cum now Buster: Okay, baby Rio: I missed you Buster: I miss you too Buster: Even more when you say my name like that Rio: I can't even help it Rio: it's the only word I have when I feel this good Buster: If I was actually there you'd have no words Rio: I wouldn't need them Rio: you know exactly how to fuck me best Buster: and you know exactly what to say to make me want to Rio: Got to return the favour Rio: no pillow princess Buster: Though if it meant you were here I wouldn't be mad at you lying there doing nothing Rio: The only way you could stop me being all over you if I was there would be handcuffs, babe Buster: That could be arranged, like, but I need you to touch me right now so Rio: You're so fucking gorgeous, baby Rio: I have to feel you to make sure you're real Buster: Christ Buster: You're the one that's unreal. You're so perfect, Rio Rio: You make me feel it Buster: Good Rio: I can't wait 'til you're here again Rio: even if there's going to be so many people to evade Buster: I don't care if the fam suddenly also invites half of Dublin, nobody and nothing is gonna stop be being alone with you Rio: Did you have to say that as you turned it up Buster: Do you want me to turn it back down? Rio: Fuck no Rio: You better not Buster: I didn't think so Rio: 😩 Don't tease me Rio: but also don't stop Buster: Does that feel like I'm gonna stop Rio: Buster Buster: I've got you exactly how I want you babe, we're not stopping Rio: I fucking love you Buster: I love you Buster: So fucking much Rio: I'm just thinking how hard I'm going to make you cum when I see you Buster: Tell me Rio: I want to take you all in and feel your cum hit the back of my throat Buster: Oh fuck Rio: Yeah, I miss you that much, I want you to fuck me with this toy whilst you're in my mouth, I want to be full of you Buster: Babe Buster: I'd kill for that right now Buster: I need you so bad Rio: I know Rio: Do you ache too? Buster: Yeah Rio: We need to get you a toy baby Rio: I'll send you one Buster: Jesus Christ Buster: I'm not gonna argue. I can't Rio: Have you ever used one, they're supposed to be so good Buster: Not yet Buster: But now I wanna Rio: You have to show me when you do Rio: and tell me exactly how it feels Buster: You know I will Buster: We tell each other everything, remember Rio: Yes, daddy Rio: Speaking of, you're about to make me cum Buster: Do it for me baby 'cause I need to cum for you Buster: You know that, don't you? Rio: Have I made you so hard, daddy? Telling you all the dirty things I NEED you to do to me, whilst you fuck me 'til I cum all the way from there Rio: I wanna make you cum without even touching you too, you're so good and I'm so close Buster: Rio Rio: Say my name again Rio: say it out loud when you cum Buster: Fuck, Rio Buster: You're everything Rio: I love you, Buster Buster: I love you Buster: And I want you Buster: I'm being so loud Rio: You're so hot, do you have any idea how fucking special you are Rio: no other lad has come a little bit close Rio: please let me hear you Buster: [Calls] Rio: You make me crazy, boy Buster: You love it Rio: I do Buster: Me too Rio: How could this be wrong Rio: she's stupid Buster: It isn't Buster: But even if it was, I wouldn't care Rio: Yeah? Buster: I meant what I said, nobody's gonna stop me from being with you Rio: Good Rio: I need you, you know Buster: And I need you Rio: You're always going to have me Buster: I seriously can't do any of this without you, you know Rio: You can Rio: but you don't have to Buster: Alright, maybe but I don't want to Buster: And I'm glad I don't have to Rio: You're my favourite Buster: Yeah? Buster: Well, you're one of the only people I like so good Rio: Aw baby, you're a big old softy really 😉 Buster: Shh Rio: as long as you keep hard for me it's all good Buster: You know I can't stop getting hard for you, babe Buster: Christmas is gonna be hilarious like Rio: Seriously Rio: Good 🍀 baby Buster: Do me a favor and look as unattractive as possible Rio: I'll wear an ugly christmas jumper then Buster: Cheers Buster: Straighten your hair and I won't even recognise you Rio: I'll get onto Gracie, I guess Rio: if you shave your head I will cry though Buster: I love you but not that much, like Rio: Good to know I've found the line 😜 Buster: 😂 Rio: Your Da looks good but I'm not seeing it Buster: Steady on Buster: Don't be complimenting me and him in the same breath Rio: 😏 Not like that Buster: Yeah yeah Buster: I don't look anything like him and I ain't about to try and pull of his look, the point's valid Rio: Yeah, you don't much Rio: I don't look loads like mine either Buster: You look so much like your mum Rio: If that's a subtle way of calling her a MILF Rio: heard it before and I doubt you're a stranger Buster: I mean Buster: Nobody'd dare say that about mine though 'cause I'd kill 'em Rio: Not to your face then, babe Buster: Shut up Rio: 😂 Rio: poor baby Buster: It's bad enough when lads say stuff about Nance Rio: Yeah, people are dicks Rio: like you wanna know Buster: And she don't wanna know either Buster: Looking at you James you cunt Buster: Sorry if you thought you were his fave convo topic, babe Buster: 😒 Rio: 💔 Gutted Rio: on my behalf and hers, like Buster: 'Course Rio: Such a tool Buster: Understatement there, like Rio: The amount of times I've had to kick him off my stream still Rio: get over it, babe Buster: Seriously? Rio: Yeah, I mean, it's just usernames but he's that stupid that I could still tell it was him 😂 Buster: I'll punch him again for you Rio: Don't go out of your way, like Buster: I don't have to Buster: I'll see him at school Rio: Yes but I'm saying you don't have to hit him Buster: But I want to Buster: Don't act like you don't Rio: Be a way to avoid Chloe if you're stuck in detention I suppose Rio: unless that's her vibe Buster: Imagine Buster: Safe to say it ain't Rio: 😏 Rio: #badgirl Buster: Don't Buster: Did I tell you she told me cockiness ain't a turn on? Rio: What's she saying, she got lost on the way to your bed then? Rio: like whatever, babe Buster: Doubt I was throwing her lines that night to be fair Buster: If I was chatting anything it was pure shite, guaranteed Rio: You would've been well-suited then Rio: If she wasn't such a bitch with it, I'd be well embarrassed for her Buster: 😂 you're savage Rio: Really? She's tryna fuck up your life, babe Rio: don't think anything's off limits Buster: Take the compliment Rio: Begrudgingly 😜 Buster: I love you Rio: love you 🤓 Buster: I'll leave the uniform on next time I record for you then Rio: Don't 😩 Rio: I'll be put on a register Buster: You're funny Rio: Mm, visit me in prison? Buster: 'Course Buster: You'll need a lawyer Rio: Now that's a conflict of interests Rio: victim and defender, like Buster: I won't tell if you don't Rio: it's that kinda talk that got us here in the first place Rio: so yeah Rio: 🤐 Buster: You're just so good at keeping my secrets, babe, I can't help myself like Rio: I like keeping 'em Rio: works for me Buster: Good

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