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ohitshoneybee · 6 months

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Don’t Fear the Reaper

Chapter 2

FNAF Movie!William Afton x OC

Series Content Warning: SUBJECT TO CHANGE/UPDATE AT ANY TIME, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, murder, MASSIVE age gap (it’s like 30 years), smut, like, a lot of smut, much more to come I’m sure

Chapter Content Warning: general spook, unsafe driving if you squint, its a very tame chapter

Credit and THANK YOU to @bowersbubbles for the divider and beta reading!

“Let me give you a little backstory,” Steve’s voice came through the small phone speaker as Clara drove. The sudden deluge that hit as she was leaving her apartment was still coming down, only now there was lightning and thunder. “The place was huge with the kids when it opened in the 80s. The only reason it’s still there.. The owner is a bit of a sentimental guy, I guess. The electricity gets a little weird, there’s a breaker in the office if anything happens. I.. guess that’s about it…” Steve pauses for a second. “Just.. keep your eyes on the monitors, keep people out. Piece of cake. I will.. see you soon.”

The voicemail goes silent for a second and then he hangs up.

“Well.. this place isn’t freaky as shit at all..” Clara flips her phone shut and tosses it into her bag in the passenger seat as she pulls into the parking lot, scanning the building. She doesn’t remember giving Mr. Raglan her personal phone number, but figures she put it on her resumé or CV. “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria… You’re fucking kidding..“ She pulls her hood up and rifles around on the floor behind the passenger seat, grabbing her umbrella. With a deep breath, she grabs her keys and bag, opens the car door and climbs out, almost running through the parking lot. She rifles for the slip of paper in her pocket for a second, flipping it over to read the code on the back - 1987. She manages to punch in the code on the lockbox with some effort, retrieving the keys for the gate and the front door.

Shaking her umbrella off in the entrance, the door locked behind her, she gets a sudden wave of nostalgia. As Clara takes a couple steps into the dining area and scans the prize counter, it clicks. “Oh my God.. Foxy! Or.. you’re Freddy, I guess. I fucking knew it! God, I haven’t been here in forever!” It takes everything in her to not grab the Freddy plush sitting on an upper shelf.

Her dad had been on a work trip when he brought back the Freddy she had as a kid, and much like every parent, he couldn’t keep the animatronics straight, telling Clara the plush was called Foxy. Clara fell in love with the plush and insisted on taking it everywhere with her. It later lost its bowtie, and she begged her parents for a new one. Her mom, being as resourceful as she was, fashioned a new pink bowtie for Freddy. Clara deemed it acceptable, and after months of begging, her parents caved and agreed to take her to Freddys for her birthday. She lost the plush there, and was devastated on the flight home.

Clara passes the counter with a smile plastered on her face and she makes her way to the door labelled ‘Staff,’ pushing it open with an eerie creak. She wanders the back hall for a minute, getting a little familiar with the place before settling in the office for the night. She flips the breaker on and peeks out to the main floor to watch everything light up, brought back to her fondest memories yet again.

She shuts the door and sits at the desk, perusing the various buttons before pushing one she hopes will turn on the monitors, and it does. She scans the feeds, seeing the main dining area, the entrance, the stages, and a couple hallways before she starts pushing buttons, watching the camera feeds change. She settles on the main entrance, the stages, the arcade and the dining area. She spins in the chair to look around the office, seeing the VCR with the tape sticking out, her name written on white tape on the side. She pushes it in, and the tv turns on.

“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria!” Clara is greeted with an all too cheery associate dressed in a red and yellow vest, covered in pins. “A magical place for grown ups and kids alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. If you’re watching this video, it means you’ve been selected as Freddy's new security guard, congratulations! We’re going to have so much fun together!” Clara shifts in her chair, leaning back. “The genius who created Fazbear Entertainment opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria to indulge in his two greatest passions: family friendly fun, and cutting-edge animatronic technology! State of the art robotic engineering enables our characters to interact with guests in truly lifelike fashion, while cleverly concealed rechargeable lithium cells give them limited range to roam free. Let’s introduce you to the stars of the show!” The associate on screen pressed a big red button, labelled ‘Showtime.’ The audio and video turn to static with a faint visual of Freddy, Chica and Bonnie on the main stage, and Clara can sort of hear music playing under the static. She leans forward and the video reverts to normal, the same friendly associate back on camera, laughing.

“Adorable, aren’t they? Protecting these cuddly critters, and the proprietary technology that brings them to life is now your sacred duty. Keep them safe, and help ensure that Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is here to delight, dazzle, and entertain for years to-” The video cuts to static again, and Clara sighs, ejecting the tape.

“Weird as shit..” She mumbles to herself, spinning in the chair again. She stops facing the desk and scans the cameras once more, changing one to look out front at her car and finding nothing out of the ordinary. She switches it back, and props her face up in her hands, her elbows resting on the desk.

It’s only about ten minutes before Clara decides she’s had enough and pulls her sketchbook and pencil out of her bag, flipping to a blank page. She starts mindlessly doodling a little rabbit, very clearly a plushie from the cartoon style. It’s her childhood stuffed animal, her first one as a baby, and one she’s managed to keep all 23 years she’s been alive. She moves on, starting to fill the page with cartoon doodles of all the animatronics, Freddy first, then Bonnie, then Chica with her little Cupcake, and finally Foxy. She signs their names under all of them, her rabbit named Bun Bun, and by then, it’s already three in the morning. Three more hours to kill. Clara flips through the cameras again, looking in on the kitchen, the back hallways, some storage rooms, and behind the curtain on the main stage. She thinks for a split second Freddy was looking at the camera, but as she looks back, he’s right where he’s supposed to be. “Christ.. You guys are gonna give me a heart attack.”

She gets up and stretches before rifling through the locker in the office, finding a grey vest with ‘Security’ across the back, and a flashlight that miraculously works. She dons the vest, several sizes too big for her, and sighs. “Let’s go see Freddy, I guess.”

The office door opens with a creak and the hallway lights are off, save for the emergency floodlights. She spends a couple minutes poking around for the lightswitches and finds them behind the prize counter, flipping them on and watching the spotlights turn on. The prize counter and food window first, then the arcade and dining area. The games light up and ding, and the thick layer of dust on everything is significantly more noticeable with the lights on.

“God.. it’s filthy in here.. Note to self, dust tomorrow night. And sweep. And probably mop.” She wipes the dust from the light switches on her pants, grimacing at the state of the place as she looks around, setting eyes on the big red button labeled ‘Showtime,’ figuring it’s the same from the training video, and presses it. The main stage curtain flies open, and Freddy, Bonnie and Chica come to life, Foxy doing the same across the room. Music starts playing, Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics, and Clara starts humming along. It was one of her dads favorite songs when she was growing up, and it rubbed off on her.

Freddy appears to be mouthing along to the words, earning a chuckle from Clara. “You guys really are something.” She stands and watches as the animatronics sort of dance around on stage, the lights and music stopping when Bonnie short circuits on his guitar. “That’s that, I guess.” She wanders around the arcade and pokes around some of the games, and by the time she makes her way back to the back halls, poking around in the storage rooms. As she’s poking around, she finds a sort of workshop, a Freddy animatronic missing an eye and an ear standing in the middle of the room. In a corner behind some shelves is a couple other animatronics piled up, one looks like a dog and has a bone, the other is generally nondescript but is vividly purple.

The last is a rabbit.

Once upon a time, it was a vibrant yellow, almost mustard in color, but now it’s covered in what appear to be oil stains, and there are some tears in the fabric covering.

“Could not get any creepier in here..” She turns and hustles back to the office, a chill running up her spine, like someone was watching her.

4:30 am, her watch beeps. An hour and a half left until she can go back to her apartment and catch a cat nap before class. She basically throws herself into the desk chair and goes through the cameras again, and does this till her watch beeps at six am.

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #fnaf movie #william afton x oc #william afton x self insert #lmk if i forget anything lmao

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crissiebaby · 1 year

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

If you haven’t read the first two Acts, I highly recommend catching up before starting Act 3. CLICK HERE to check out the first chapter of Act I on DeviantArt!

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“Okay, fantastic! Just make sure each of the seats has a name card on it. We don’t want anyone sitting in the wrong seat! Please and thank you!”

Sending one of the numerous ushers under her payroll out to the rear patio where a wedding ceremony would soon be taking place, Stacy was on cloud nine as she waltzed through the reception area in her flowy, pastel-pink bridesmaid’s dress. She let out a satisfied sigh as she admired all the various moving pieces that were falling into place for Connie’s big day. If there was one thing Stacy loved more than a party, it was love itself. And there was more than enough of that to go around!

“Stacy!” shouted Ellie, running up behind Stacy wearing a matching bridesmaid’s dress. Their slightly damp diapers squished into each other on impact, causing a cacophony of crinkles, “The bride requests the assistance of her maid of honor.”

Giggling as she shrugged Ellie off of her back, Stacy took Ellie by the hand and began waddling across the reception area. “Well then, I shan’t keep the bride waiting!” she said, exiting into the neighboring hallway and marching through the pavilion with Ellie in tow until she arrived at the door to a private lounge, which had been converted into the bride’s dressing room.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

“She’s decent!” shouted Riri from the other side of the door.

Opening the door, Stacy and Ellie inhaled the artificially floral aroma of hairspray. “Eeek! Watch where you’re spraying that thing,” said Connie, chuckling as she wiped the hairspray residue away from her ear. She sat in front of a vanity mirror dressed in nothing but white, silk lingerie with a poofy, white diaper covering her bottom.

“Oh, my Goddess! Still such a fussy baby after all this time. Just keep still, I’m almost done,” said Riri, swatting Connie’s hand away as she resumed dusting the bride’s scalp in the sticky spray. Looking into the mirror, she spotted Stacy and Ellie, prompting the smile on her face to grow twice as large, “Oooh! Stacy! I need you!”

Rushing over to Connie and Riri’s side, Stacy took one look at the bride and instantly knew why she’d been called in. “Connie! What did you do to your lipstick?!” she said, grabbing the tube of liquid lipstick from the vanity table and starting in on her repair work.

“Sorry! I got hungry and had Ellie sneak me in a cupcake. I didn’t think it would mess anything up,” said Connie, blushing over her minor wedding day flub. She wasn’t allowed to elaborate any further as Stacy began smearing the velvety, red paint across the outside of her mouth, softening and plumping up her thin, masculine lips.

Shaking her head playfully, Stacy replied, “You’re lucky it’s your special day, or else I would’ve had Ellie and Riri bend you over so I could give you a good spanking.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” said Connie, her cheeks flaring up over making such a lewd comment so casually. Life for her had really changed over the past year. It was almost funny now to think back on the lost little boy she used to be, stuck in place and searching for an answer to what she was missing in life. Thankfully, she wasn’t lost anymore. As her eyes shifted between her three bridesmaids, she was hit with a massive wave of nostalgia, “Wowie, the four of us being here together like this is definitely bringing back memories.”

“Oh ho ho! Finally going to thank me for cracking your egg all those months ago?” said Stacy triumphantly.

Dropping her angelic expression for a far more judgemental one, Connie shook her head while stifling her laughter. “Nuh-uh! You get zero credit for that,” she said, softly nudging Stacy in the rib with her elbow.

“Hey now! Watch it, or you’ll be spending the ceremony looking like a princess version of the Joker,” said Stacy, her words forcing Connie to sit still again. As she applied the finishing touches to Connie’s lower lip, Ellie and Riri both joined her at the vanity, the four girls relishing in their picturesque reflection, “Aaaaaand done. What do you think?”

Connie’s heart fluttered as she fully embraced the warmth that femininity and friendship filled her with. She loved each and every one of these girls and would do anything for them. So for them to do the same for her was the cherry on top of a dream come true. “It’s perfect!”

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“Tsk, tsk, runnin off ta use da potty when chus diapee is bone dwy. Such a noddy Widdwe,” said Stacy, her delicate fingers tightly, ready to pull her arm away if Connor tried to take it from her. Luck appeared to be on her side though, as she watched Connor shrink back from the image she was displaying on her phone screen. It may have sounded odd to most but for Stacy, that’s how this song and dance usually went. No one was blessed with more good luck than she was. Case and point, her magically stumbling across Connor in Ellie’s nursery as he was performing a not-so-secret quick change on himself. Whether it was by the hand of someone from below or above, she was somehow always in the right place at the right time.

Unable to say anything more than a stuttery, “I-I…,” Connor meekly stepped back, relieving his diapered crotch from the pressure of Stacy’s hand. His eyes drifted to the floor, her mind racing every which way to find a way to dig himself out of this hole. Sadly, it seemed the only hole he was digging was a grave for his adulthood.

“I-I-I can’t bewieve chus twied to pway it off wike you were above all dis. Chus jus as big a baby as me and da ot…ott…one sec,” said Stacy, tucking her phone in her diaper as pucked the binky from the side of her mouth, leaving it hanging from the end of her paci clip. She then began contorting her jaw, stretching out and activating the muscles in her face, “Ah, much better. As I was saying, turns out you’re just as big of a baby as me and the others. Should’ve known you’d be just like the last one.” She turned her head to the side, letting a snide smile creep across her face.

Watching Stacy transition from Littlespeak to sounding like a full-blown adult was about as terrifying as it got for Connor. It was like watching the Keyser Soze reveal at the end of The Usual Suspects. Lowering his head, he did his best to gather his scattered thoughts in an attempt to cobble together an explanation. “N-No. I’m not… It’s just that Latasha… Before coming here, I never… *sigh* fuck…” he said, unable to proceed more than a few words into any sentence without realizing how unconvincing he sounded. In reality, there was no way he could explain this away, not when Stacy’s mind had already clearly been made.

“Uh oh! Better watch that language, unless you want Latasha to hear about this,” said Stacy, her words purposely vague to keep Connor guessing if she meant she’d tattle about his cursing or the fateful photo.

Shaking his head, Connor rushed up to Stacy and grabbed her hands, holding them tightly as he stared deep into her eyes. “N-No! Please, I-I’ll do anything. Just don’t say anything to Latasha or the others,” he said, words practically falling from his lips to save himself. He spoke so fast that he wasn’t even sure what he feared most. What would Latasha do if she knew he cheated and changed his own diaper? What would the other Littles think if they found out? Would they ever respect him again? Would he lose his job as a caretaker?! So many questions hovered in the air like tattered ropes holding a grand piano above his head.

Thankfully for Connor’s sake, Stacy was much less interested in tarnishing his Big reputation than she was in having a bit of control over one of the two primary caregivers of the Padded Palace again. Retracting her hand from Connor’s, reached up and patted him on the cheek. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me…for now anyway,” she said, giving Connor’s padded rear a hardy slap as she made her way back to the nursery. Popping her pacifier back into place, she turned back and said “We’ww tawk agin soon,” before disappearing into the belly of the house.

Left standing outside of the bathroom in petrified silence, Connor leaned back against the door and slid down until he heard his thin, pink padding rustle against the carpeted floor. What had he done to himself? Not only did he just turn down the best job opportunity he’d gotten since leaving college, but to top it off, he was now at the mercy of perhaps the brattiest girl he’d ever met in his life. He could still feel the imprint Stacy’s hand left on his diaper, something he was as shamefully aroused by as he was mortified from being exposed. As he listened to the laughter and chaos emanating from the nursery, he no longer felt the same confidence he’d been working hard to build up. All he felt now was dreadful anxiety.

TO BE CONTINUED…

« LINKS TO ACTS 1 & 2 l NEXT »

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Edited by AllySmolShork

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bickwrites · 11 months

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Shit okay I know it’s been forever and a half since I’ve posted anything here buuuut I’ve actually been writing like crazy lately? But absolutely none of it has been my main projects The Sky Is Our Fortress and Our Secret Storm, instead I suddenly got hit by an enormous wave of nostalgia and dove back into a bunch of my super self indulgent old shit????!!!!

One of them is Mr. Perfect and the Virgin? Like, I don’t know how, but I ended up writing like 90K words of a freakin sequel story???? Okay holy shit this is the first time I actually counted up all the words, and I guess since I wrote that much I have no choice but to post it!!!??? It’s not even an actual story so much as a collection of scenes in vague chronological order, but I guess that’s also how the original story started out.... Gah I feel like such a massive flake since I went and deleted the original story because I was embarrassed by it, but now I’m seriously considering putting it back up!!! I’m sorry for being so inconsistent and changing my mind so easily. I guess since I was able to write this much, the characters are still dear to me and that’s what matters the most.

I guess I deleted Mr. Perfect and the Virgin in the first place because I had it in my mind that I wanted to be a proper “respectable” writer but since when I did care about that anyway lmao. The respectable shit can go on Tapas, and I’ll put all the filthy porn I want on AO3!!!

The other self-indulgent old story I dove back into is...freakin...Most Perfect Servant of all things? Does anyone even remember that shit? I deleted it so long ago lmao and THAT decision I definitely don’t regret since I wrote the original story way back when I was in high school? Hahahaha talk about a blast from the past! But tbh, even after all these years I still have a lot of fondness for the characters and often find myself thinking about them and writing little scenes with them in my head, and I’ve even made a few attempts over the years at rewriting the story. Now I’ve completely finished the rewrite and I’ve even started posting in on AO3 now, and just like with Mr. Perfect and the Virgin I’ve written a ton of...I guess not a technical sequel story, but a lot of super-detailed scenes set after the main story. So I might as well share those too???

I even kinda have half a mind of maybe posting it on Tapas too...? I mean, since it isn’t a nonstop barrage of porn like Mr. Perfect and the Virgin lmao, though I feel like the basic premise is much kinkier and more dead dove but that’s what warnings are for lolololol.

I guess I felt embarrassed at how nakedly self-indulgent these stories were but now I don’t really give a fuck. What’s the point of writing if I’m not enjoying it. I will make it clear though that Weaponmaster is well and truly dead so don’t expect it to ever get resurrected!

I really ought to get back to work on my serious shit too, though....

#writing post #writing #update #mr. perfect and the virgin #most perfect servant

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kierianpattonphoto · 2 years

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Moving Image Research

I have always been fascinated with moving image and our roles as photographers within this. Ever since now that going forward photographers are expected to know how to shoot, edit and deliver videos. For example, i did a corporate job recently where i was doing headshots and then i was expected to create a short 1 minute long clip that summed up this large business meeting that was getting held in the office. It was to be posted on linkedin to bolster the company’s overall image and make them appear very professional and organised.

Saying that my only real experience with moving image is corporate video! i have always fantasised about creating something, more, something personal in a sense. One of my ideas was to create a portait of someone who has recently moved here from a different country and it would include them doing a voiceover of their experiences of lonliness when they first moved. It would include asking them questions such as “do you ever regret moving over?” or “is there anything you long for here that you could get back home?”.

The plan is to evoke an emotional response from the sitter and maybe even the viewer. But, not only do i plan on having just a voiceover, i also plan on having mark mann style scenes where the sitter is speaking into the camera showing emotion when talking about his personal struggles with moving here. I also plan on showing static scenes, such as a scene of clouds rolling overhead or trees swaying in the wind. Tying the voiceover into a physical representation in a scene is key. An example of this would be if someone was speaking about travelling i would show a clip of the road rolling by while looking out of a car.

Inspiration

Having the scene match the voiceover is key for this moving image project and i believe it will further evoke the emotional response i am after. I would also like to incorporate a musical score over the video. I have a few ideas of where i would search for this, i could even use the musical scores from some of my favorite films such as ‘bladerunner 2049′ or ‘the place beyond the pines.’

Both films feature very unique music styles and create a deep emotional story line that has the main protagonist long for a sense of belonging.

All of these examples above convey all the same sense of loneliness and separation. This is through the use of including negative space in the composition around the subject. I would aim to use similar techniques when shooting my moving image to help tie everything in visually with the soundtrack and voiceover.

I have also been looking at a filmmaker / youtuber Will Derbyshire. His work is beautiful to say the least. His work is often based around travel, people he has met or what is going on in his life at that moment. The films have an amateur feel to them which remind me of the videos your parents would take on holiday or little snap shots on the family camera. Often when i watch his videos i’m hit with a wave of nostalgia or a sense of longing to be transported back to holidays when i was young.

I aim to take inspiration from parts of his videos such as composition and colour grading. Ive noticed that in his videos they all share a similar soundtrack which is usually an off beat piano playing over usually ambient sounds from the location such as wind, footsteps or police sirens. Having these ambient sounds i believe can add more depth to my moving image, by having just the soundtrack and a voiceover it feels a little 2D and flat. For a moving image piece that i’m creating for the sole purpose of provoking emotion having that extra layer of audio to my work can aid massively.

https://youtu.be/u0SFECKSonU https://youtu.be/ERNcJlU6Dsw

Soundtrack

Picking a soundtrack for this project is also very important, by choosing the wrong one it can distract the viewer and take away from the story. A soundtrack is merely there to aid in telling the story and to convey the intended feelings. I already have a solid idea as to what genre the score will be. I have been fascinated with ambient music and some light piano pieces. There is one album i keep going back to and thats burial’s Untrue album, it captures ghosts, lost features and life’s liminal spaces. I often refer to the album as feeling like you’re standing waiting for a bus on a rainy December night in the city. The album feels like it romanticises being alone and wandering the city late night in the rain.

I think certain tracks from this album could work well with my moving image as the film is about moving from your comfort zone and trying to find yourself in this new place you’re in. Tracks such as this one below i have linked are melancholic and almost a eulogy to the feeling you get when you’re walking home from a night-out or from work in those dark wet winter nights.

I would love to put this track over the finishing sequences of shots.

https://youtu.be/GbfrgJls7n4

Storyboard & Voiceover

First rough copy i am happy with.

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There are a few things i could change towards making a final rough cut, i’d like to get a bit more variance in terms of city scapes to add into the visual side of things, i think the key is to find things that are seemingly normal but quite beautiful. Things such as golden leaves on a wet pavement or a quiet park with leaves falling. Having these simple yet stunning visuals play into the idea that all these places are the same as back home but they have little differences that can make a big impact.

I would also like to film Logan and include some sort of close up of his face towards the end of the video just sp it puts a voice to a face, i think doing this will make it a bit more relatable and will contain more of a human element. I may also look into adding a few sound effects such as a film spool and the beep countdown as my film is 16mm film inspired, so i believe it would add a but more depth to the film.

I thankfully managed to get a hold of logan and shoot some close ups, medium shots and long shots of him stood in my back garden. I shot a fair good amount of clips so i could have a bit variance in post and then deice what ones i prefer. Below are stills pulled from each clip i could of used.

clip 1

Clip 2

Clip 3

Clip 4

Clip 5 ( a touch out of focus sadly )

So i think out of all of these clip 3 holds the most emotion in it, in the other 4 clips logan is either looking away or has too much negative space around him which takes away some emotion. When logan is square onto the camera with an extreme close up it holds some value and emotion which can bring alot into my film, like i said earlier it brings in a human value to it which can aid a lot in trying to convey emotion.

The next step was to bring the clip into premiere pro and overlay the 16mm film effect over the clip. With and Without

AS you can see the effect does brighten up the overall image so i would compensate this by dragging and dropping a lumetri colour effect onto the clip, this then allows me to do basic exposure correction and colour correction.

Of course when in import the clip it wont be cropped either, so for the film effect overlay to line up i would need to crop the video. I do this buy going to video effects > transform > crop and then i would drag and drop it onto the clip i would like cropped.

Different streetscapes

I ended up going for a fairly long walk around the streets near my flat just after it rained in the hunt for anything visually interesting in the usual “mundane”. I already had a decent idea of what i needed, one of which was to shoot in the park at the end of my street, it was small shared park which usually featured small families or people playing with their dog, to capture the simplicity of this was key.

Almost final

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As you can see i have added a few more street scenes to the video which has made it a bit more visually appealing, i also adjusted the timing on some of the clips as they were a second or two too long. I think from here i have my core film its just a case of adding the clips of Logan and adding small sound effects and adjusting timing

Sound effects

I thought that just having the film open up with the soundtrack was a little too simple and boring. Plus when you see films that have used a similar visual style to me by using a film effect they will always include a sound effect of a film reel starting up.

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Final Version & Evaluation

https://youtu.be/Rf4M5BZ__Oo

Moving image Evaluation - Kierian Patton BA3

Evaluation

Overall I would deem this a successful project from start to finish. I would say I had done sufficient research into the type of moving image I wanted to create and then I experimented with sound effects and visual effects to create my moving image. When looking into pieces of media of which I could draw inspiration from I found myself dis- covering a visual style and story telling from a select few creators on YouTube. By dis- covering the exact visual style I was after so early on was crucial to the development of my moving image. It allowed me to have a streamlined process of firstly writing up a short script and general idea and then expanding it into a comprehensive story board. From there I was able to convey exactly what I required off my actor Logan at the time, and when it came to editing I had already pre-visualised the pacing and timing of the moving image.

Researching the soundtrack that would go into my moving image was tricky as I wished to find something melancholic yet hopeful. As you may be able to guess that was rather difficult, I found that almost placing myself in the actors shoes in terms of what he may be feeling when speaking about his time moving countries was extremely beneficial in grasping an idea of what musical genre or sub genre I would need to explore. I ended up setting my sights on Burial, his music emulated the trend of “hauntology” in the early 2000’s and pushing the boundaries of breakbeats, dubstep and jungle at that time. I used the first 30 seconds of the track “Etched Headplate” from his critically acclaimed 2007 album “Untrue” as I liked the vocals at the start and then from the same album I used the song “In McDonald’s” for the rest of the moving image to create a feeling of nostalgia and melancholy. If I was to shoot this project again I would use another actor as I found myself struggling to secure Logan to shoot for a day or two as he was very busy and sometimes he wouldn’t show up to the shoot, I later found he had a few personal issues going on which I understood. I was not the biggest fan of the voiceover for my moving image as I felt as though it sounded very scripted and slow, if I was to redo it I would sit Logan down in an interview type of scenario and fire off questions and then get a more genuine response and allow him to speak as if it was a normal conversation and not filmed. Overall, I am happy with how my moving image turned out. From looking at visual references on YouTube to researching the music and sounds and to finally piecing it all together in post production. There are a few things like I reiterated previously is that I would use a different actor or actress who had a more flexible schedule and I would also change the pacing of the voice-over as I felt as though it was too regimented sounding.

#movingimage

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence

(POPCORN AND LACASTIOS - Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: Javi being sweet as heck.

Summary: After a long week, Javi asks only that you relax.

A/N: The next few installments progress their feelings a little further along and I just wanted one little stepping stone of ease for them before I venture into that. Just a little fluffy tidbit.

Lacasitos are a Spanish candy, basically the (arguably much tastier) equivalent of M&Ms. And a note that they eat dinner pretty late in Spain. “Mierda” = shit.

If you’re curious where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first fic at the series masterlist!

Javi reaches across his desk, palm up, fingers clutching in the universal “gimme” fashion.

You dig in your pocket for your phone. “You’ve already checked those numbers. Three times.”

“Humor me, Sunday. Once more.”

Just shy of dropping the device into his hand, you pull it back at the last second. “Where’s your phone?”

Javi’s wide eyes and upticked brow indicate that he’s caught. “I…I don’t know,” his vague hand wave pairs with a pained expression. “Somewhere in the house.”

He avoids your gaze, shy and guilty, knowing it will be your duty to track it down later. With a sigh and a forgiving smile, you give your phone over so he can use its calculator. And with a nod and puppy-dog eyes, he types your passcode in.

Even if you have your most personal apps behind a second security barrier, you share passwords with Javi for purposes of efficiency. This mostly works in your favor by being able to get into his accounts and move things around on the fly without backdoor approval, and it works mainly in his favor for him to be able to change your lockscreen photo. It’s currently a picture of a sunset, but only because you changed it back from the chimpanzee on a tricycle that he’d installed there a week ago.

“Ah. You see?” He spins the spreadsheet around for you. “When we moved the base account, they did not add in the overflow. There is our five thousand.”

Astonishing. You never would have caught that. “Then we’re good? You’re going to approve this budget?”

“Mmm. Yes. It is done.” His focus for the day is spent, or, rather, diverted to your phone.

Javi’s not usually a fan of phone typing–always complaining that his thumbs are too big and he keeps making mistakes–but there’s something endearing about watching him concentrate so hard on it, holding the device in one hand and poking at it with one finger, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth, his nose wrinkling when he hits the wrong key and has to correct.

Finally, your shoulders sink away from your ears and you melt back into the chair. “Budget approved, the manufacturing contracts are almost finished, and I think the Cochran visit is finally planned and finalized. I’ll just check that over this afternoon and confirm everything…and then I think…this week from hell is over. I swear the last five days made me feel like Indy facing the trials of the Grail.”

This pulls Javi’s attention away from the screen with a gasp that brightens into a look of nostalgia. “Oh, that one is so good. I have not seen it in a long time…”

“They’re all good. All three of them.”

“There are four.”

“Not as far as I’m concerned.”

Javi laughs at this. “I like the monkeys in the fourth one. But now I want to watch The Last Crusade! What are you doing tonight?”

“Um, nothing as far as I–”

“Watch it with me tonight. Please.”

It’s going to be a nice warm evening and you’d thought to take a walk on the beach or read out on your balcony. It’s not uncommon for Javi to spend an evening in his screening room doing a deep dive on cinematography or holding mini-marathons here and there. You’re always invited to join him and sometimes do, but very rarely does he plead. He knows this kind of invitation is almost impossible for you to turn down–the big brown eyes and the sincere ask that transmits that nothing would make him happier--and he uses it sparingly. Increases its potency. Cracks a smile on your face that’s impossible to hold back.

“Okay,” you give in, “but only if you make the notes on the budget and sign and date it so I can finish up in time to be able to join you.”

His pen immediately scribbles its way over the spreadsheet, he initials and slides it across the desk with a triumphant smile. “Good! Tonight after dinner? Ten o’clock?”

“Okay, I–” as he bolts from his chair and toward the door you call out after him, “Where are you going?”

“I need some things,” he shouts back, now out the door and halfway down the hall. “I will be back. I am sorry about my phone!!”

His office is abruptly quiet, as if the battery has fallen out of it, and oddly it leaves you a little more drained than before. Javi’s energy can be a lot to handle in a full day, but he’s good at focusing it when you remind him and sharing it when he senses you need it, and you often miss it when he’s gone.

But the humming calm he takes on when he’s truly happy…that is a privilege to be around. And you catch yourself sighing, in no way regretting giving up a quiet evening after a hectic week in order to be a part of it.

Picking up your phone to begin the call-and-hunt, you open it to the lockscreen... and find his handiwork. A picture from your camera roll of Javi in his speedboat. An arrow points to the boat, labeling it “cool boat” and another arrow indicates that Javi is a “cooler guy.”

Well, that’s a dumb smile that you won’t be able to banish from your face any time soon, so it’s allowed to come along for the ride as you bring up your finder app, punch in his number, and start your walk around the house.

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At ten, the screening room is dark and abandoned. This is concerning; it’s not like Javi to be late, certainly not if there’s a movie happening. You’d had so much work to finish that dinner was a double-task in your office, eating with one hand and working with the other to get done on time, afraid of keeping him waiting, and here he isn’t even set up yet.

You can’t even call him–his phone is heavy in your pocket.

You’re just about to walk in and start turning on the equipment, wondering if you’ll be able to figure out the complicated sound system before he arrives, when his voice lilts from the end of the hall.

“Sunday!”

“Oh. Hi. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I should have said. Come. Please.” He holds out a hand, the “gimme” gesture is back.

Pulling out his phone as you near, you drop it in his palm. He looks at it questioningly, realizes what it is. “Oh. Thank you. Where was it?”

“In the couch cushions in my office.”

“Ah. It must have fallen out when I had a nap.” His eyes crinkle as he shoves the device unceremoniously in his pocket before just taking what he really wanted–your hand–and pulling you along.

Furniture in the back den has been pushed out of the way and the couch has been brought to the middle of the room facing the TV. The coffee table in front of it is a modest wonderland of treats with sparkling water and beer, several packets of Lacasitos and a huge bucket of fresh popcorn from the little gourmet palomitas shop in town.

He gestures to the couch, the glass doors, turning to you hopefully. “It is a warm night. I thought maybe you would like this better. We can open the windows here. What do you think?”

What you think is how excited he was just to have a movie night tonight that he ran out to get snacks, even though any night could be movie night as far as Javi is concerned. What you think is that it will be nice to just casually sit and enjoy a film on the sofa like a normal person rather than in a screening room where every explosion is amplified, where scenes are stopped and rewound and examined.

What you think is that after a hard week, this seems like heaven and you wouldn’t be able to school the dopey grin off your face if you tried.

“You have chosen…wisely.”

The quote melts his concern into a match for your smile as he moves past the couch, “Sit.” He pulls two windows open and draws the gauzy curtains, the moonlight painting them silver, the sea breeze billowing them into the room as you make a nest of the sofa.

By the time the Paramount mountain is fading into the red rock of the American west and the horse-riding boyscouts are picking their way through the desert, John William’s lush score winding out from the modest surround sound, you’re comfy and cross-legged on the couch. Slouching back into its plump cushions with the overlarge–and overflowing–popcorn bucket pressed between you and Javi, you can feel the tension you didn’t know you were carrying lift and float up and out into the night, away over the sea and its starry sky.

The arrival of Harrison Ford onscreen distracts you so that you barely register Javi picking up a packet of Lacasitos and tearing it open. When you absentmindedly reach for the popcorn, he catches your hand and turns it over, dumping a generous amount of the candy-coated chocolate buttons into your palm. Some of them fall into the popcorn and a little sound of alarm leaves him.

“Mierda…” Shaking the bucket a little, he assesses the situation and the mechanics involved to retrieve the candies.

“Wait. Don’t you…do that here?”

An eyebrow quirks at you. “Do what?”

With a mischievous smirk, you slowly turn your hand, multicolored sweets cascading in among the fluffy white.

“Ah–! Mierda! What are you doing?”

“I never did this at home, but I know a lot of people do.”

For a few seconds after the candies have settled in their new home, you think Javi might be broken. He stares into the popcorn, dismay pulling at his face, and you’re torn between a laugh and something like an apology as you watch him grapple with this seeming atrocity.

“Javi? You gonna be okay?”

“I think I have seen the face of God.” Plunging into the bucket, he comes out with a handful of the mix and takes a greedy bite. “Mmm. MMMM!!”

“Yeah? God’s face tastes good?”

“Salty and sweet.” His mouth is full. “Like chocolate and corn!”

His blatant glee sets you off on a fit of laughter that starts when Indy takes off in New York and lasts his entire mapped flight to Venice.

“Sunday. Sunday.” He eagerly takes your hand, “I have been converted. Come join my new religion,” and buries it in the popcorn bucket.

There is an effort to chew through shared laughter, a celebration of crunch and savory and sugar. At one point he claims the bucket in a show of mock selfishness, managing to capture both of your hands in one of his when you try to reach for it, resulting in a moment when he very nearly ends up dumping it all in your lap.

When your phone buzzes in your pocket though, you pull away to check the notification. The message is long, troubling, there’s a problem with the Cochran visit, something about a 3pm conflict with the schedule and–

–the thing is lifted out of your hands. “No,” he mumbles, soft and pleading.

“It’s Mr. Cochran’s assistant. He’s–”

“No.” Without breaking your gaze, he powers it down and stows it between the cushions on his far side. “It was a long week. You work very hard. It will still be there tomorrow, I think.”

It isn’t the way he shakes the popcorn at you that keeps you from objecting. Or the teasing smile. It’s the lasting hope behind that smile, a small beacon that reads, Relax. Be here with me now. Please.

So you indulge him. Settle in with a smile to enjoy that pleasant humming calm. Watch Indiana Jones rescue his father, get his heart broken by a Nazi girl, unravel the mysteries of Henry’s journal. Your hand finds itself in the popcorn with Javi’s from time to time, but he always withdraws to let you go first. And you return the favor by giving up two thirds of the way through the bucket and surrendering the rest to him, curling your knees up and leaning back against the cushions with a contented yawn.

He’s right. It’s been a long week.

At some point, you are aware of the sound of a train. When your eyes open, it takes a moment to register a few things. Young Indy falling into the lion’s car. But isn’t that at the beginning of the movie? Also, the blue of Javi’s shirt is at your eye-line, his legs stretched out before you, bare ankles crossed on the coffee table next to your empty beer bottle.

You’re tucked into his chest, as if you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder and he’d picked up his arm to let you in. Indeed, that arm is curled heavy around you now, and Javi’s chest rises and falls under your cheek in a steady, contented rhythm.

Should you be alarmed? Embarrassed? Maybe. But none of that rises. He’s warm, sturdy, smelling cleanly of that eucalyptus hair oil you found for him. He’s your kind, caring Javi and he just wanted you to relax tonight. There’s no trace of panic, only calm, a feeling of comfort, of home.

It seems he re-started the film. You must have slept through the end. Damn. That’s the best part. But this is nice. The room is dark but for the tv and the night breeze is coming softly through the window off the sea. Maybe you just stay here until the end of the young Indy section. At which point, you tip your face up. “Sorry. I fell asleep. You started over?”

“Ah. You’re awake. I didn’t want to disturb you. But this is good. I need you to get up.”

“Oh. You don’t want to watch it again?”

He considers you curled up against him, and something bittersweet and lovely shifts through his gaze.

“I do,” he trails longingly, then shifts with a pained sigh, “but I really need to pee.”

Guiltily pulling away, you admonish him as he heads for the door. “Why didn’t you just go?”

His voice echoes down the hall. “You need your rest! You work too hard!”

He’s right again. You can feel your muscles longing to fuse into the cushions, your bones ready to liquify and make you a lump of hopelessly immobile girl.

In the flickering light of the TV and the breezy gauze of the waving curtains, you eventually convince your body to leave the temptation of the sofa and start cleaning up, slowly collecting bottles and glasses in the popcorn bucket–completely stripped clean of corn and candy–and tip the last few Lacasitos out of the packet and into your mouth before adding the wrapper to the pile.

“No, no, no, let me do that.” Even if you had the strength to fight with him on his return, you know he would never let you win, and you instead find yourself being pushed firmly but gently to the hall. “Go to bed.”

Somehow you make it up the stairs. Manage to brush your teeth and wash your face. Crawl into bed with the pride of getting so much accomplished this week. And fall into dreams of car chases and train escapes with Javi, managing to make it out of every scrape by holding onto him as tightly as you can.

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It’s been a long time since you slept in so late. But then, you usually use your phone as an alarm.

It’s not on your bedside table. Down in the den, it’s not in the cushions where Javi hid it from you the night before.

You find it waiting for you on your desk next to an unopened pack of Lacasitos.

Tap tap.

The lockscreen is now a picture of the popcorn bucket sitting on Javi’s side of the couch, the Lacasito packet leaning up against it.

He’s embellished the treats with little faces.

The candy packet is sleeping and drooling.

The popcorn bucket is smiling and blushing.

Below and to the right of that smile, he’s given the bucket a little beating heart and a caption. Well. Here’s a fond smile you’re not going to be able to banish from your face any time soon...

“I have chosen…wisely.”

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SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Lookit this cute graphic that @chaoticgeminate made of Javi’s lockscreen photo!!!!

#tuwomt #tuwomt fanfic #the unbearable weight of massive talent #the unbearable weight of massive talent fanfic #javi g x girl sunday #javi g x f!reader #javi g x reader #sweets series

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2toplibrary · 2 years

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As I was collecting the Remedial arc manga-caps, a wave of nostalgia hit me for some Remedial Arc wholesomeness... Such a special era for this ship...

don't you go overanalyze (no need to theorize) by mountainlaurels (homecomings)

(T, 3547, 1/1)

Five times someone asked Bakugou Katsuki if he was dating Todoroki Shouto, and one time Todoroki answered the question for him.

🔥❄️💥🌪️✨

point of view by rokiizen

(T, 10k, 1/1)

Everyone deserves to have someone in their corner, to have someone watching their back—even the famous ice prince of class 1-A, and the angriest human to ever walk the earth.

It's a simply a coincidence that Todoroki and Bakugou just happen to find that person in each other.

Todoroki and Bakugou's flourishing relationship, as told by their peers.

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One (1) Todoroki Shouto's massive crush on one (1) Bakugou Katsuki by AbbyStaffyIsGeek

(T, 9763, 1/1)

“Is Bakugou attractive?” Asked Shouto absentmindedly as he stared at the blonde's back from the other side of the cafeteria. Bakugou never sat in a position where he'd be facing their table, likely a ploy from Kirishima to prevent him from blowing up Midoriya every meal time.

Iida began choking on his rice, Midoriya spat out his water and Uraraka accidentally floated her chopsticks away; their conversation abruptly ceasing. Oh right, the three had been talking whilst he'd been spacing out, thinking about their explosive classmate.

Shouto realises he likes Bakugou, and then has to deal with that (and his classmates).

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are u using ur fire on other guys yes or no by orphan_account

(T, 21K, 1/1)

Not jealous, huh? a voice that sounds like Camie sing-songs inside his head.

Shut the fuck up, Katsuki thinks.

(bakugou just wants the fight, but todoroki always leaves him wanting more.)

🔥❄️💥🌪️✨

i'm a mess for your love (it ain't new) by allthebookmarks

(G, 5193, 1/1)

Five times when Class 1-A saw Bakugou and Todoroki cuddling, holding, sitting, or sleeping together in various spaces but they didn't say anything,

(cause they don't want to get exploded in the face or frozen into a human popsicle/roasted by fire)

and one time the truth comes out.

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fireheart by noctelle

(T, 8481, 1/1)

“‘Nothing really’ wouldn’t have you freezing your ass out here stargazing, halfie,” he groused. “Spit it out.”

Here he was offering his services, though what those services entailed he himself couldn’t say, and the idiot was giving him vague, meaningless clues like, ‘Nothing really.’

Todoroki sighed, cooling down for a second just to hear Bakugou’s yelp before heating up with a self-satisfied smirk. Fucking bastard.

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Raising the Steaks by staqua

(T, 13K, 3/3)

"I’LL SHOW YOU!" Bakugou shouted, his default mode on. "I BET I CAN COOK BETTER THAN ALL YOU FUCKERS!"

Having tasted his cooking, Shouto bet he could too. Now that he thought about it, he could see Bakugou in a chef's hat, murderously chopping onions and letting the inevitable tears die before they even showed up. Huh.

The man narrowed his eyes, calculating. "Prove it. All of you. You will experience one day in my restaurant- if I feel like you are not competent, all of you are out! And I will demand compensation, with interest!"

Shouto had a bad, bad feeling about this.

OR: Inasa serves dishes, Bakugou serves food, Camie serves customers and Shouto serves looks.

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Picture Perfect by brioche

(G, 6768, 1/1)

In which Utsushimi is Katsuki's unexpected wingwoman, Katsuki learns his greatest competition is himself, Todoroki earns a giant cat plushie by doing nearly nothing, and Yoarashi is honestly just having a great time.

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Building Up, Breaking Down by dontcallmeking

(T, 65K, WIP)

Growth is a constant state of breaking and building, reflecting and reviving, death and rebirth. Bakugo Katsuki is caught in an unwilling state of stagnation, desiring to grow but unsure where he is, how to get there, and what he wants to be.

(A character study about a boy falling into disparate parts, trying to put himself back together again in a form befitting of a hero)

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Handcuffed (to you) by Drowninginworkbutstill

(T, WIP)

Todoroki didn’t have problems with cooperation. Todoroki had problems with Bakugou and his problems with cooperation.

Who thought that it was a good idea to handcuff the two of them together?

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Thirst Addiction by EmeraldWaves

(M, 2387, 1/1)

Bakugou can't seem to stop staring at Todoroki and it's driving him fucking insane.

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a crush, a confession, and a conundrum. by nickyfics

(T, 6283, 1/1)

Shouto comes to terms with his crush on Bakugou after the remedial licensing course. When Shouto confesses on Valentine's Day, however, he doesn't get a response.

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those long walks we have by BlingBlingMaknae

(T, 2666, 2/2)

Just Todoroki and Bakugou walking back to U.A. after their provisional license classes.

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A Study in Scarlet by king_kabocha

(G, 3199, 1/1)

In which Torodoki gets good at spicy food and Bakugo spends too much time and brainpower trying to one-up him.

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your attention, please by brioche

(T, 7887,1/1)

In which Bakugou gets more than a Provisional Hero License out of attending his remedial courses with Todoroki.

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Date Him, Not Me by chrysanthum

(T, 19K, WIP)

During the summer training camp, Todoroki finds out about Kirishima’s crush on Bakugou. He tries helping Kirishima woo the other boy, only to have Bakugou fall for him instead.

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Charming Gaze by Esselle

(T, 2077, 1/1, TDBKDK!)

The problem isn't that Katsuki's ikemen impression is very dangerous.

That would have been fine, and everyone could have lived in peace, even with Katsuki doing his best popstar idol imitation every now and again when they least expect it.

The actual problem arises when Katsuki catches on to the fact that his Prince Charming routine is single-handedly more devastating than the force of ten 100% One For All Smashes combined; and from that point onward, Shouto and Izuku are screwed.

Bakugou returns from the Remedial Course armed with dangerous knowledge.

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Nexus by BrusselsSprout

(T, 7727, 1/1)

Bakugou waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares is nothing new. But waking up from someone else's nightmares is definitely not normal.

Bakugou and Todoroki are hit by a strange quirk and bond over late night talks and bubble tea.

🔥❄️💥🌪️✨

pocket-sized sunshine by catcherintheeye

(T, 4525, 1/1)

Due to a quirk incident, Bakugou gets de-aged. Shouto gravitates between revisiting their different childhoods and realizing his growing fondness for his classmate.

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rekindle my heart's fire by ethydium, snakesatsea

(M, 6481, 1/1)

“I used my fire,” he informs Bakugou in the changing room after he finally catches up to him. He’s been eager to see his reaction, but Bakugou ducked out from the room and left before Shouto could catch him. And now that he has him, Bakugou doesn’t seem impressed. “I saw.” That’s all Shouto gets. A snort. He cannot fathom why Bakugou seems grumpier now than before. He’s been pestering Shouto non-stop about his fire!

Bakugou and Todoroki are drawn to each other, yet their inability to express their feelings keep pushing them away. This is the story of them finally finding each other.

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Let the words slip by alchemicink

(G, 2231, 1/1)

Todoroki is quite sure he's never seen anyone say "thank you" with as much repressed anger as Bakugou is doing right now.

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I Would Dye For You by luxayaluh

(N/R, 3640, 1/1)

Todoroki becomes self-conscious of his hair.

Bakugou notices.

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phone down. by SummerSol

(T, 2480, 1/1)

“What the fuck are you staring at?” Katsuki hissed and Camie grinned.

“If you’re jealous,” she cooed, nudging Todoroki’s phone across the table towards the boy with one perfectly manicured finger, “Just look through his phone! Sometimes you have to, boys are such a drag,” she sighed dramatically, pouting her lips. She watched Bakugou’s beet red face scroll through a number of emotions before it settled on one of indignation.

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Bad Puns by GreenLicious

(T, 921, 1/1)

Camie and Todoroki are friends on LINE. Camie chats are alien. Camie teaches Todoroki how to pun. Camie ships them.

Bakugou laughs a lot.

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talk too much by twilight_ish

(T, 4823, 1/1)

After their final Remedial Course, Katsuki spends a reluctant evening hanging out with Todoroki. Tensions rise as their conversation about classes turns personal—and because Todoroki keeps stubbornly insisting that they’re close friends who have a lot in common.

Katsuki would like to address this tension with a fist fight.

Todoroki has other ideas.

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l*ve hurts by todobaku brainrot hours (snowandfire)

(T, 2131, 1/1)

Bakugou leaned too, so that was good, and their lips met for just a calm, perfect second and the same moment Bakugou rammed his nose and forehead against Todoroki’s nose and forehead. Hard. A little explosion burst off his palm, which completely made sense, Todoroki was also very excited. And...potentially concussed.

Kissing Bakugou Katsuki is not for the faint of heart, but Todoroki Shouto is up for it

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We're (Not) Friends by xNoxx

(G, 2912, 1/1)

Todoroki thinks they're friends. Bakugou does not. It's up to Todoroki to prove to Bakugou that all the time they have spent together in their remedial classes has lead to a wonderful bond between the two.

This takes place after they get their provisional licenses and defeated the villains on their way home.

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What Happens In A Time Loop... by reimagine_me

(T, WIP)

The third time Katsuki walked into the shared bathrooms first thing in the morning, only to see Kaminari in a towel, singing the same god awful Bon Jovi song out of key, something finally clicked. He was stuck in a time loop.

Katsuki finds himself stuck in a time loop. Things get weirder.

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A Sticky Situation by naggeluide

(T, 4419, 1/1)

When Todoroki got turned into a blob of syrup, he didn't anticipate becoming an experiment for science lesbians, the stuff of Bakugou's old nightmares or new nightmare fuel for Midoriya.

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first aid by gold_on_ice

(G, 1034, 1/1)

If someone asked, neither Katsuki nor Todoroki would know how to explain how they ended up in their current situation.

Or: Todoroki and Bakugou help each other out with their injuries after their Remedial Course classes.

All Masterlists

#masterlist #canon compliant #canonverse #ua #ua era #remedial arc #getting together #todobaku #todobaku fic recs

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peachbear88 · 3 years

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Fight For It: Not Just a Pretty Face

Summary: Everything was fine and dandy between Wanda and Natasha until you joined. What measures will the two go to to have you for their own? Part 2 of the series.

Series Warnings: Angst, fluff.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader/Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.342k

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"Y/N? Y/N! Where are you?" Natasha frantically searches the bunker. It's an absolute shit show in there, papers all over the floor, TV's flipped, lying face down on the ground and a sickeningly red color painting the walls.

Wanda bursts into the room, her eyes jumping all around.

"Oh god. Is that-" She claps a hand to her mouth as if to stop herself from puking.

"No, it's not blood. At least I don't think so," Natasha responds offhandedly, still scanning the room for clues.

"Where is she?" Wanda demands, storming over to Natasha.

"I don't know.

"Where. Is. She?" Wanda screams, grabbing Nat.

Big mistake.

Nat calmly grabs Wanda's left wrist, twisting it. Wanda screams in pain. A leg sweeps her own out from under her and she lands on the concrete floor with a painful thud.

"I told you, I don't know."

"Even if you did, you wouldn't tell me." Wanda mutters under her breath as she picks herself up off the floor, gingerly rolling her wrist. Natasha whirls around.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She takes a step towards the brunette. Surprisingly, Wanda holds her ground, matching the redhead with a terrifying glare of her own.

"You know what I mean. You wish to be her knight in shining armor. Swoop her off her feet as the Americans like to say," Wanda growls, circling around Natasha in an aggressive stance, her fingertips glowing red.

"I wish for no such thing. I just want her back safe and sound," Natasha replies coolly, watching as the younger girl eyes her warily.

"Sure. Safe and sound in your arms." Wanda snorts.

"I won't deny, I have my personal reasons for rescuing her," Natasha admits, "but that doesn't make this rescue mission any less professional. If we want to get her back, the only way we can do that is if we work together. So if you could stop passively aggressively attacking me every chance you get, that'd be great."

That shuts Wanda up.

"Fine." She agrees reluctantly and Natasha lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Let's get back to the team. I've got a clue." She spins on her heel. exiting the room sharply.

"Wait what? When did we do that?"

"We didn't do that. I did. Found it while you were distracted by your impressively lame monologue."

"Hey! What happened to working together!" Wanda exclaims, jogging to catch up to the redhead.

"Only applies to you. Now let me get my fun in." Wanda smiles to herself briefly as they exit the ancient castle that had been turned into a HYDRA base. This was what life was like before. Before you came along. The two of them, exchanging lighthearted banter, together, inseparable.

She shakes those thoughts from her head, forcing the memories back down. Now was not that time for nostalgia. They had to find you and fast.

-=+=-

"You've grown to be quite the pretty thing haven't you?" A gruff voice sneers, rough fingers gripping your chin harshly. You bite at his fingers aggressively, catching his pinky. He cries out in pain. "Get off you crazy bitch!"

He rips his hand from your mouth, delivering a slap to your face which has your mind reeling.

"Stupid bitch." He mutters, cradling his finger with his other hand. You spit at his feet, a drop of blood mixing with the spit. He surges forward, kicking you in the stomach which sends your chair crashing to the ground. "Not so tough when a man puts you in your place huh?" Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he exits the room, slamming the door behind him.

Gingerly, you feel your abdomen through the loosely tied ropes, wincing as you touch your ribs. Definitely broken.

Where was the team?

-=+=-

"This is how we're going to find Y/N."

Tony examines the tiny pebble dramatically.

"You're joking."

"I'm not. I took it to a friend, a geologist to be exact and he ran some scans. This rock is from Italy. More specifically, Rome." Wanda perks up.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!" She cries desperately but Steve grabs her arm.

"Not so fast. Even if we know where she is, we can't just bust in there with nothing. That'll get us killed."

"Waiting will get Y/N killed." Wanda growls, slamming her fist on the table. Natasha places a calming hand on her shoulder.

"We're not leaving this room without a plan." Steve retorts, his eyes boring straight into Wanda's, daring her to make a move.

"Ugh!" She groans, throwing her hands in the air and storming out of the room.

Nat slides down in her chair, a hand draped over her eyes. A reassuring hand squeezes her arm.

"Don't worry. She'll understand eventually."

-=+=-

Wanda silently creeps through the dark hallways of the compound, her body illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the massive window of the living room.

The lights flick on and she stops in her tracks, like a burglar caught breaking into a home.

"You can't do this." Natasha steps forward into the light.

"I'm going no matter what. Even if it means I'll have to fight all 3 of you." She gestures to Bruce and Clint who also emerge from the shadows.

"Who said anything about stopping you?" Wanda's posture relaxes but her hands are still tense, ready to throw any one of them out the window at moment's notice. "We're not going to let you go and snatch all the glory now are we?" She smirks, tossing Wanda a parachute. "Come on. We're going to have to hit the ground running."

-=+=-

"When you said we had to hit the ground running, this wasn't what I had in mind," Bruce gulps, nervously wringing his hands.

"Scared of heights Banner?" Clint teases, an underlying tone of reassurance in his question. Bruce nods vigorously. Clint pats him on the back sympathetically. "Well, too bad." Banner's eyes widen as Clint pushes him out of the plane, watching to make sure his chute deploys.

"You didn't have to push him," Nat nudges Clint playfully. He scoffs.

"As if. He wouldn't have jumped if I didn't." He salutes to Natasha before jumping out of the plane, whooping as he goes.

A parachute smacks Natasha in the face as she fumbles to catch it.

"Wait, where are you going? You need the chute to land." Wanda smirks, waving her hand in front of her.

"Do I?" She leaps out of the plane, gentle red mist wrapping around her and guiding her downwards.

"Showoff." Natasha mutters, checking the straps of her pack before leaping from the plane.

-=+=-

Bullets rake the sides of the wooden crates, sending wood chips everywhere. Clint fires an arrow, sending a gunman down as he writhes around on the floor, electricity wracking his body.

"Where's Y/N?" Natasha yells over the roars of Bruce AKA Big Green.

"She should be on the 2nd floor, 4th hallway to the right," Clint answers, swiftly reloading his bow.

"I'm on my way," Wanda sprints past the Russian assassin, leaving her in the dust.

"Jesus," Natasha mutters, pulling her gun from her holster before running down the hallway after the young witch.

-=+=-

"I suggest you put your hands up before I blow her pretty head off," a deep voice echoes. Wanda watches as he places the barrel of the shotgun against your skull. You don't react, you eyes half closed.

She slowly raises her hands, watching as he smirks and signals for his henchman to grab Wanda.

A bullet pierces his skull and a second embeds itself in his friend's head before the first man hits the ground. Wanda whirls around to find Natasha, gun still smoking.

"You just couldn't wait," Natasha chides, nudging the dead man before hurrying to untie you.

Wanda doesn't respond, instead opting to cradle your broken face in her hands.

"Y/N? Y/N. Can you hear me?" One of your eyes opens, just barely and you mutter something, so faint that they almost miss it.

"Traitor."

-=+=-

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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‘Till We Bleed Out - 1.

Vampire!bucky x reader AU

Part 1 of this series.

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real.

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst

You knocked on the large wooden door and took a step back, hands shaking with how nervous you were.

You were quite far from your neighborhood, and none of your friends were in town currently. So really so there was no one who could come pick you up. Plus, the thunderstorm was making things worse. Your car had broken down for no reason while you were heading back home. And you drove down this road often, to get to the other side of the town and you always, always admired this mansion - at the doorstep of which you found yourself at the moment.

The mansion was renowned for its unusualness. It was the largest property around so definitely whoever owns it must be extremely well-off. Another reason why it was so talked about is because no one personally knew the man who owned it. People saw him once in a while, some claimed to have seen him at the library, or at the museum or at the coffee shops. He had no friends apparently, always seen alone. No one knew of his occupation, or how he was able to afford and maintain this large estate.

Most people said he was stand-offish, or mean, or rude or arrogant. Well, whatever he was, you were about to find out in a few seconds given that you were now knocking at his front door. What if he doesn’t agree to help? Or worse, what if he’s a creepy weirdo who-

Your thoughts were cut short as the door flew open. And the man revealed himself. Your gaze locked with his and for a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped. Blue eyes. The bluest you had ever seen. Magnetic, mesmerizing. Strong jaw, broad shoulders - the man was a dream.

I finally found you…

For some reasons those words echoed in your head, and you felt a pressing need to say them out loud. You had to force yourself out of whatever trance you were under and come back to reality.

You cleared your throat. “Hello Mr. Barnes. I apologize for-,”

He cut you off, abruptly. “Come on in.” he spoke with a warm smile and opened the door wider. And you found yourself under his spell just by the sound of his voice, again.

“But Mr. Barnes you didn’t even let me-,” you realized it would be much better if you told him why you were here in the first place, you would hate to impose.

He gave you another smile as he waited for you to enter his home, closing the door behind you. “You’re a long way from home, I figured that the only reason why you would be here at this time is because you need shelter from the terrible weather, or maybe your car broke down.” He gave you a soft look, “So which is it?”

You looked down at your shoes now drenched by the rain, sheepishly answering, “Both actually.” You looked back up at him and finally took all of him in. You had to admit, he was just as they described him; very, very handsome.

Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. He looked like he was crafted by the gods above. His soft sweater gave him a very warm look, but his eyes - icy blue, they reminded you of glaciers and mountain tops, and snowstorms. He was the kind of man one could spend hours looking at. And the more you looked at him, the more details you picked up on. For instance, how perfect his nose was. Or how well he carried himself, or just how mature and wise his facial hair made him look. He was… oddly familiar. Maybe you had seen him at the library or something before.

He must've caught you checking him out judging by the smirk he gave you. You cleared your throat again, looking everywhere else but right at him. “I promise I’ll be gone by morning, Mr. Barnes.”

He took a step forward and you froze in place. “Please, call me Bucky. And you can stay for as long as you need too, there’s no way I’m letting you leave until this terrible storm passes.” And just as he said that, you heard the thunder roar right above you.

“Thank you.” you replied with a shy smile. Normally, whenever you came face to face with men this handsome, you’d turn into a nervous mess. But Bucky had a sense of familiarity with him. Warmth, comfort; you couldn’t explain it. “You have a lovely home.” you commented.

Bucky looked right at you with a look in his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher. Longing? Sadness? Or was it just you who was overthinking? “Thank you.” he stared at you for a few more seconds before rushing over to the coat hangers and grabbed one, holding it open for you. “I’m sorry, it seems I forgot how to be a good host. We don’t get many visitors.”

You happily accepted the coat and turned back around to smile at him. “I think you’re doing perfectly alright.”

He smiled and opened his mouth to say something but another voice beat him to it. “Who is it? I heard someone come in. Is it-,”

The woman with brown hair and a white apron, who suddenly emerged from one of the hallways, stopped talking the moment she saw you. Her lips parted in surprise and you could’ve sworn you heard her gasp. You assumed it was because of the odd time you showed up.

“Oh…” she seemed surprised. “Hello miss...” her eyes searched for Bucky and the moment she found him, her eyes widened again.

Bucky spoke up. “Wanda, this is Y/N. She will be spending the night here. Could you prepare the guestroom for her please?”

The woman, Wanda, smiled brightly and you wondered how she had this much energy at this time of the night. “Of course! Right away.” And with that, she left. Leaving you and Bucky alone again. You turned to face him again.

“That was my housekeeper, Wanda. Her and her husband take care of the house.” He explained, and you nodded.

“She seemed a little surprised upon seeing me. I didn’t mean to disturb your household at such a time, I’m-”

He cut you off again, stepping closer and gently placing his cold hands on your shoulder. You shivered a little and he didn’t seem to notice. “Y/N, listen to me. You don’t have to apologize, you didn’t disturb anyone, okay?”

His piercing blue eyes were making it hard for you to focus on what he was saying but you grasped whatever you could and nodded in understanding. “Okay.” You tried hard not to, but you couldn’t help but be all bothered by his simple touch. His very presence screamed power, in a good way. You felt safe.

“Good. Now come on, you could use some rest.” He held your hand in his gently, and led you up the grand stairs. He took your hand in his with such ease almost like he had done so a thousand times before, and you let him.

You took in more and more of the house as you moved upstairs. It was the right mixture between modern and vintage. Parts of the house looked like it belonged in one of the home décor magazines you were currently obsessed with, while others seemed like they were pieces of ancient manors. It was unusually, hauntingly beautiful.

Once you entered the guest room, you felt a wave of emotions hit you right in the face. Like homesickness, but for a place you had never stepped in before until this very moment. Nostalgia, but for a moment back in time which you had never lived in.

The room was absolutely gorgeous. Dark wooden interior, with accents of black and gold. A chandelier which reminded you of an ancient castle, and a bed which seemed fit for royalty. “I must say, you have incredible taste in interior décor.”

Bucky chuckled. “I take it you like the room. Very well then, you’ll find everything you need in the closets and in the bathroom.” He took a step back. “And if you need anything, anything at all, just call out.”

You giggled as he said so. “This place is massive. There’s no way you’re gonna hear me if I call out for you.”

He let out a little laugh. “Trust me doll, I will hear you.” And with that, he left.

You watched him as he closed the door behind him, feeling just a little more warm after that nickname. You let out a sigh of satisfaction. Well, you were weirdly comfortable here. You walked further into the room, taking in every little detail. You took off the coat Bucky gave you earlier and placed it down on one of the couches. Taking off your heels, you made your way to the bathroom and it was everything one can dream of.

You searched the cabinets and closets and found sweatpants and t-shirts which would fit you. Grabbing a set of clothes, you hopped into the shower and forgot about your broken down car and the thunderstorm. Instead, you thought of Bucky. What a peculiar man he is; no one in the town knows where he comes from, or what he does but here you were seeking help from him, showering his bathroom.

There was something about him, a sense of ease and warmth which many people lack when you first meet them. But Bucky was different. It almost felt like you’ve known him all your life.

When you stepped out, all refreshed and dressed you sensed a change the moment you walked back into the bedroom. Someone was here.

“I brought you some tea. To warm you up a little.”

You turned around and found Bucky sat on one of the couches by the bed. You instantly smiled, instead of being startled. He was so easy to be around.

You walked towards him. You picked up one of the cups from the coffee table and brought it up to your nose, softly blowing on it before inhaling the lovely scent.

“It’s chamomile and lavender.” Bucky said, and you faced him with a big smile.

“My favorite, thank you.” you smiled at the odd coincidence as you took a sip of the tea. It soothed you immediately.

Bucky picked up his own cup and took a slow sip as he watched you intently. “Tell me about yourself, Y/N.”

The way your name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down your spine. Which then reminded you that you never actually told him your name. Or maybe you did and you forgot.

You held your warm cup with both hands and began. You told him your name, where you’re from, where you work and a little bit about your family. You knew you shouldn’t be giving this much detail about your life to a stranger but you were currently drinking tea in his guest room wearing clothes he provided, so the least you could do is engage fully in the conversation.

He did a little nod after each piece of information you fed him, and you found it adorable.

“It’s your turn.” you spoke after you were done talking about yourself.

He smiled. It was a sad smile, or so it seemed. Surely you were overthinking. “I’m quite a boring person to be honest. I work all day, and I work all night. My family is… not around so I have to handle everything. All their businesses and companies around the country.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely here? I mean it’s a magnificent home but, to live here alone must be quite hard, no?”

You didn’t mean to pry but the way he looked straight into your eyes made you want to know the man a little better. Why was he so calm and collected? How is he so okay with you just being in his home? Why is he so kind? He didn’t seem old, then why did he give off the vibes of being so mature and wise, like he’s lived lifetimes before this one?

“Memories can be great company.” He answered in a tone which gave away that the man had lost a lot. Perhaps a close family member? Or a friend or a spouse? He added, “And this house is full of it.”

“You grew up here?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He gave you that same look; sad, longing like he was desperately trying to show certain emotion but he couldn’t.

“I moved here. With my wife.” Those words of his caused your heart to feel heavy. “But she passed, a long time ago.” The look on his face made your heart burn for some reasons. The need to comfort him took over you but you refrained from doing so, it wasn’t your place to.

“You must’ve loved her a lot.” You didn’t ask, you stated. Because it showed.

He had that same sad smile on his face. “She was my everything. My lifeline.”

He sounded so broken, it hurt. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

He smiled again. “You know, I like to think that the things we lose end up coming back to us, eventually. One way or another.”

That didn’t really make sense to you right away, but it was a beautiful thought nonetheless. “That’s beautiful.”

He stared into your eyes again, and it seemed like he was fighting something back. The need to say something perhaps. “It’s late. You should get some sleep.” And just as he said that, the thunder roared again, as loud as it could.

You stood up as he did. He said goodnight and left. And you were left standing there wondering what the hell happened in the past few minutes. His presence alone made you feel safe for some reasons. Knowing that he was just a few doors down the hallway made you less anxious. Even when you settled under the covers, it didn’t feel like a foreign bed.

You wondered why. How could you have settled into an unfamiliar home so easily? It wasn’t weird, just surprising.

With the help of the tea, you drifted off to sleep in no time. Dreaming about ballrooms, and kissing a man inside a beautiful mansion and… and a pair of ocean blue eyes…

A flutter on your cheek, and you looked up to find a pair of blue eyes looking down at you. “Hello sweetheart. You ready?” the man said as he offered you a red rose.

You nodded, despite his face being quite blurry. You felt his arms around you, and you felt safe; like nothing could go wrong and this was a perfect world. You felt his lips place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your surroundings changed and now you were at a ball, wearing a lovely rose gold gown, arms linked with the tall man. The music was unfamiliar but lovely. He twirled you around and pulled you close, your one hand carefully placed in his and the other on his shoulder. You noticed the shiny ring on your ring finger, and the wedding band on his. You smiled, realizing that this was your husband and all was well.

Your surroundings faded again. Now you were inside your home. A beautiful home, with the fireplace warming the room you were in. Your blue-eyed husband was beside you again, the two of you sat by the fireplace and he offered you a glass of wine. You smiled, taking it from him. You felt a slight discomfort inside your mouth, around your front teeth but that was alright, it seemed like you were used to it. You brought the wine glass up to your lips, letting some of the contents into your mouth. It wasn’t wine, but you seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

Euphoria, you felt utter euphoria as you stared into the same pair of eyes only this time they were so red, they seemed black. He reached out and held your face in place and tilted his head just a little; deepening the kiss. He nibbled on your lower lip and shoved his tongue past your lips. Your body tingled in his arms. It all felt so right and perfect, it felt like a dream. Like a dream inside a dream.

Gentle sin, that’s what it felt like when he pulled you closer, his hand slipping under your night dress and resting on your thigh while his other hand cupped your cheek. Your hands slid into his hair naturally and he moaned into the kiss again when you tugged at his roots a little. He kissed down your neck, his arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his. He nibbled on the skin at the side of your throat, his teeth sharp and you were sure he left marks on your skin, but you didn’t mind.

You gasped and moaned. This felt right. He pulled away after a while. He looked down at you with pink, swollen, parted lips. Slightly breathless, and his eyes showed nothing but love and passion, and a hunger like you had never seen before, but it was all familiar. His face was unclear, but you could make out certain features of his and he was oddly familiar too.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

You knew that voice…

“I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips, his hand slipping in between your legs with no shame; his knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He smiled against your lips upon feeling just how aroused you were, before he pulled away and kissed down your body. He took your sensitive nipples in his mouth.

He sucked on the soft skin as his teeth applied just the slightest bit of pressure upon the bud. His warm tongue swirling around your nipple had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

Your eyes closed as you relished his touch. You felt him kiss his way down your body; from your lips all the way down to your hip bones; his lips soft and gentle on your skin.

He placed his hands on either one of your thighs and slowly spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core without any hesitation. You moaned out loud as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your throbbing clit mercilessly.

Obscene, wet sounds erupted from where his mouth latched on to your core, and the sight was just as sinful. He had dark hair you noticed. The room was getting darker and darker as well. You could see your arousal drenching the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning, hot mess, squirming on the large bed.

Your body arched off the bed for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you when his tongue slowly circled around your sensitive clit. The pressure between your legs was building up nicely.

With a few more strokes of his tongue, you let go and gushed out all over his face without any warning. He licked you clean, then kissed his way up your body again. “You’re all mine, Y/N.” he whispered softly against your lips as he settled in between your legs again. You shuddered under him and whined against his mouth, the feeling reminding you a lot of how you shivered earlier when a pair of cold hands held you gently by the shoulder.

Your body felt tingly as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head to look at you and you gasped quietly in surprise. It was Bucky. Although he still had dark eyes, and sharp canines?

He didn’t give you time to think too much. You moaned out loud once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to relax your tense body. You wrapped around him perfectly. You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply while he rolled his hips against yours.

His body felt cold. But it also felt familiar. Being so close to him felt right.

You whimpered as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you slightly harder. He groaned right in your ear as you felt your walls wrap around him, squeezing and clenching. This felt right.

Panting and swearing under his breath, he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed your face; all over. You felt a little bold so you hooked your legs around his waist as his thrusts got rougher than the last. You were a moaning mess under him as your hands gripped his arms and shoulder. Your body moved against his like a rag doll. You knew, in your dream that you belonged to him, and him you.

“I love you.” he whispered. He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. If anything, you wanted more. You needed him closer. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. He growled and bit down on your shoulder as he fucked you. He was relentless, and you liked it.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear, groaning as you tried to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He slammed into you, his hands travelling all over your body, until one of them wrapped around your throat. Your eyes watered as the pleasure became too much to handle; and you felt the pressure forming again. You felt him everywhere, each nerve ending burning and tingling.

You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him harshly each time he filled you up. A sweet, familiar pain formed again, and you came without any warning; gushing out all over him as he kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm.

“Bucky... ” you sounded breathless.

He gasped and snuggled closer to you. His eyes were back to the gentle blue again. “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ll always be here. I love you, Y/N.”

You wanted to say it back. But then you woke up to a loud boom. You sat up gasping, and looking around frantically. You were sweating, but also cold. The room was dark, unlike the one in your dream earlier, which was illuminated by candlelight. It took you a little while to reorient yourself. The storm was somehow getting more and more loud and violent outside.

And you just had a weird dream about Bucky. Which didn’t feel like a dream, but more like a memory. A memory buried so deep that it almost didn’t feel real.

You were confused. What is the meaning of all this?

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2

A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)

Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)

You can read part 1 here!

The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer.

As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.

"You up?"

"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"

Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'

You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next.

Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation.

It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information.

Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?"

"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"

Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?

Steve R.: "I know, baby"

Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"

Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.

"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"

Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"

"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"

Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"

Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"

After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.

Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind.

He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.

When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes.

You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you.

When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display.

Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet.

"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.

At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.

"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs.

"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"

"Thank you, Daddy"

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.

But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.

Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.

"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.

"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"

You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"

"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.

"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.

"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."

"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.

You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.

"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment.

"Are you serious? Cartoons?"

"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.

When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."

"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"

"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"

"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.

Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter.

And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes.

As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted.

When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.

"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"

"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear.

As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.

Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"

"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties.

The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease.

Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.

"Just a bit?"

"Henry-"

"Did he fuck you good?"

Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"

"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.

"I just... fuck-"

Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.

"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.

His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"Did he spank you good?"

His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.

"Then show me"

He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him.

His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.

Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before.

"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear.

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.

You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.

"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear.

"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.

He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise.

The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it.

But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.

He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"

Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"

"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.

"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going.

"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"

"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"

Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.

"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.

Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone.

"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now.

You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.

"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.

"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"

"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"

"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely.

"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.

"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"

"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.

"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.

You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.

Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.

Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing.

Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.

He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times.

There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.

With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”

With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.

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aizawaorkuroo · 4 years

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Seek the Light

Ship: Ukai Keishin x f!reader

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 8.4K

Summary: Back home after losing your job, you wander into a convenience store not realizing you would see a familiar face.

Warnings: Young Ukai’s a bitch, Language, Biting, Vaginal Fingering, Size Kink (I know this man has a bick dick I know he does), Overstimulation, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Dom!Ukai

AN: first haikyuu fic haha and first time writing ukai so im still figuring it out! This one got away from me gsfda and the conflict resolved easily cause its my fic and i make the rules tgerfw

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The dipping summer sun casts shadows across the buildings, while painting the clouds a pretty gold. Memories of childhood and youth flood into you, creating a fondness in your heart. Yes, Miyagi was nice. It would be nicer if you didn’t have to move back home after losing your job in Tokyo. You can tell yourself it’s temporary all you want, but it’s embarrassing. Failing is embarrassing.

You sigh, realizing you should probably head back home before it gets too dark. Despite the setting sun, the air has yet to cool off, and you find that your walk has left your throat parched. You glance around, smiling as you spot a convenience store. Nice.

You smile as the air conditioning hits your skin. You make a beeline for a bottled tea, already excited for the refreshing taste. You hum happily as your eyes tilt up to the man behind the register. His eyes are glued to an issue of something, and a cigarette dangles from his lips. Ukai Keishin.

You feel your heart stutter as you watch your best friend from high school read. His hair is long and blonde now, and it just makes sense. He’s handsome, you realize. You always thought he was cute in high school, but he’s a man now.

“No fucking way,” you breathe out, drawing the gaze of the man sitting behind the counter. His eyes widen, recognition clear as day in them.

“Y/N?” His voice is unusually quiet, and his eyes bore into yours, as if you would disappear again if he looked away. Guilt swells uncomfortably in your stomach. You hadn’t talked to him in years. You moved away, and you lost touch with your high school friends, including him. Especially him. He slowly stands to look at you, putting what he was reading down and shoving his cigarette into an ashtray.

Yes, you had been gone for awhile, and yes, the two of you hadn’t talked. But you were both here now, and a second chance has been given to you, wrapped up like a present in the form of a stunned employee at a convenience store.

“Ukai! I forgot this was your mom’s place!” you yell excitedly, rushing behind the counter to trap him in a tight hug. He huffs against you, tensing, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His words stir something hot and sticky in you, and you push away from him, sheepishly smiling.

“I lost my job and couldn’t find another one in time, and uh, here I am.” Your nose scrunches up at the thought of your tiny, Tokyo apartment that you would never return to.

“No shit, huh? Are you back with your parents?” Your shoulders sag and you nod, pursing your lips.

“Yea, but what have you been up to?” you ask, eager to learn more about your old friend.

“Y’know, working here, hanging out with Shimada and Takinoue. I’ve also been coaching Karasuno’s volleyball team. They’ll sometimes stop by.”

“Oh that’s absolutely perfect,” you laugh. “My volleyball boys never grew up, huh?” He rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms in feigned annoyance. You hold your hands up in peace, trying to suppress the giggle that’s bubbling in your chest.

“Well, you clearly grew up,” you offer, letting your eyes trail over him. His eyes widen again, and a faint blush covers his cheeks, so soft you almost don’t notice it. “But you’re still reading the same shit.” He lightly punches your arm, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Anyways, the four of us should get dinner sometime.” You cock your head to the side, trying to gauge his reaction. He snorts and rolls his eyes at you, but there’s a small smile on his face. That's promising, you muse to yourself.

“Yea, that sounds good. And I’m sure Shimada and Takinoue will say yes. I can text you when we’re able to.” He pauses, and his eyes drop to the ground. Your stomach twists into knots as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “Is your number still the same?” It’s an innocent question, and yet you feel like the floor has dropped from beneath you, leaving you unbalanced.

“Uh, yeah,” you murmur, feeling guilty when he nods and presses his lips into a thin line.

“It was good seeing you, Y/N. I’ll text you.” You nod, slowly backing up to the door. You give him a small wave before pushing the door open, stepping back out into the warm air. Your body moves on autopilot while your brain goes into overdrive as you ponder how you can properly mend the bridge between you two.

It’s only when you’re halfway home that you realize you forgot your tea.

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When Ukai texts you, you can’t help but to cringe at the past messages that were left unanswered. Random little texts, asking about your day, how’s Tokyo, updating you on everyone back home. You had meant to answer them, but you just couldn’t. You could pinpoint the moment you stopped answering his messages, and you shudder, remembering how harsh he had sounded over the phone. Not that you had been any kinder. After that night, his texts trickled in slower and slower, until they ended completely.

You inhale sharply, closing your eyes. But you’re back now, and he’s texting you again. You blink your eyes open, rereading his message.

Hey! How does Saturday at 8 work?

Taking a shaky breath you quickly type out a response that you hope isn’t too eager.

That sounds great! Is that one place with the great hiyashi chuka place still open?

The four of you used to eat there in the summertime, feasting on cold ramen and an assortment of toppings. Takinoue used to flirt with the waitress, who remained unimpressed throughout the years. You smile fondly at the memory, excited to see everyone again. Your phone vibrates, pulling you from your thoughts.

Yea and it’s still the only hiyashi chuka place in town

You hum at his message, thinking of how long the four of you used to wait while the summer sun blazed down, and sometimes Kimi would go with you. She had a massive crush on Shimada, one that left her helpless to your and Takinoue’s teasing. Your phone buzzes again, and you look down, slightly surprised at the second message.

I’m excited to see you again.

That was promising indeed.

And yet you can’t help the way butterflies terrorize your stomach as you stand outside the old restaurant. Part of you wants to turn around and walk home; another part of you wants to throw up. You inhale sharply, steeling yourself, and you walk through the door.

It’s just like you remember, and you feel more at ease. You know this place, and these are your friends. There was no reason to worry. But still…

Your eyes flash across the room, before zeroing in on your usual table. You grin widely at Takinoue who is waving you down. Shimada sits next to him, smiling softly as you approach. Immediately, Takinoue gives you a bear hug, making you giggle.

“It’s been way too long,” he whines before letting you go. Shimada rolls his eyes, offering you a small wave. You slip into the empty seat next to Ukai, greeting him quietly. He nods, a small smirk tugging at his lips. The nerves that had been eating away at you dissipate immediately. The conversation flows easy, as if you never left. And when the hiyashi chuka is brought out, your mouth waters just like it used to.

“I’m telling you, it’s not as good anywhere else,” you bemoan. Shimada laughs at that, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I think that’s nostalgia talking.” You stick your tongue out before shoveling noodles back into your mouth. Ukai snorts, before taking a sip of his beer. Something warm and soft builds up in your heart, spilling out into your entire body.

Happily full of noodles, you settle back against your chair, trying to ignore the way Ukai’s arm rests against the back of your chair. His touch is feather light, but the warmth seeps into you. You missed this, you missed this, you missed him.

When the four of you are standing outside, you shift on your feet, not wanting to have to say goodbye again.

“We should get drinks sometime,” you say to no one in particular. Takinoue slings an arm over your shoulder and his grin is so wide that alone almost makes you laugh.

“Ah yeah! Now you’re talking, Y/N!”

“That is something we can all do together now,” Ukai mumbles, fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

“Then it’s settled,” you chirp happily, “We’ll meet up for drinks next weekend, if that’s okay with you guys.” Ukai’s eyebrows pinch together in thought, and he slowly nods.

“That should work.” You pull away from Takinoue, choosing to wrap an arm around Ukai’s waist, and pulling yourself flush against him.

“Perfect! It’ll be nice to get out of the house before I move into my new apartment.” Ukai rolls his eyes, but drapes his arm across your shoulders anyways. You try not to notice the way his thumb lightly strokes your arm.

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The lights in the bar are dim, and you’re sipping on a lemon sour, nestled into the booth next to Ukai. Beers litter the table, as well as small dishes of food, and some shots you all have yet to drink. Takinoue’s cackle barrels through the air as you offer up another idea.

“No, I’m serious! We could all get dinner! I’m sure my parents would be happy to see you guys again.” Ukai scoffs, crossing his arms and fixing you with a pointed look.

“Please, your parents hate us,” he grumbles. A laugh bubbles through you, and you shake your head.

“They did not!” you promise, but your words sound hollow even to yourself.

Takinoue’s eyebrow quirks up in disbelief. Your lips twist into a grimace, memories of your parents looking tired whenever the boys dropped you off at home. “Okay, maybe they did, but ONLY when my grades would start slipping.” Shimada nods at your words.

“Yea, that sounds right,” he says solemnly. You pout at his calm and unsurprised tone.

“I promise they loved you guys. Just like I know your granddad loved me,” you giggle, poking at Ukai’s side. He rolls his eyes, and he downs his shot.

“Please, like that man likes anyone,” he grumbles. You stick your tongue out at him, and punch his arm lightly.

“Alright, but I got you through high school, so he has to like me” you counter, mouth twisting into a smirk. Ukai glares at you, memories of late night study sessions, and rushed homework help before class flood his mind. His shoulders sag, and he lets out a sigh.

“That’s fair I guess. Gotta piss. I’ll be back.” He pushes out of the booth, leaving you with Takinoue and Shimada. Shimada smiles softly, before fixing his gaze on you.

“Kimi was in Tokyo too, right? Have you seen her at all?” he asks. You grin, taking a sip of your drink.

“Yea, we actually got lunch the day before I moved.” You pause, eyeing him carefully before continuing. “Shimada, did you know she had the biggest crush on you in high school?” He blushes a bright crimson, choking on his drink as Takinoue cackles.

“Yea, dumbass. It was obvious.” Shimada glares at him, nursing his beer.

“Well, I clearly didn’t know. And no one thought to tell me?” You shrugged, shooting him an apologetic smile. Takinoue punches him arm affectionately, before his eyes settle on you, full of humor and mirth.

“Speaking of crushes, I was wondering how Ukai would be since you got back,” Takinoue laughs.

“What?” Despite the drinks you’ve had, you feel sober, something cold slinking down your back.

“He was head over heels for you back in the day,” Takinoue’s laughs die down, but he doesn’t seem to notice the way you freeze. Shimada, on the other hand, does, and he cocks his head to the side, monitoring your response.

You sputter, words locked in your throat. What they hopefully don’t know is that you had a massive crush on him too, and it’s only resurfaced violently since seeing him again. Even after what had happened. And yet that cold feeling heats up into something syrupy in the pit of your stomach.

“Well that’s news to me,” you say softly. “Guess I fucked it all up, huh?” Shimada and Takinoue exchange a glance, and you’re sure one of them is gonna say something, but when Ukai slips back into the booth that door shuts, locking their words on the other side.

“What’d you fuck up?” he asks, taking a swig of the beer he had left on the table.

“Ah you know, the usual. My life in Tokyo. And now I’m back with my parents. I did find a job though.” Shimada’s brows furrow, but he says nothing. Ukai hums, his thigh jostling against yours.

“Aren't you at your new place yet?” Your face twists in annoyance, and your head hits the back of the booth.

“I’m gonna have to stay with my parents for a few more days because a pipe apparently burst in my apartment. But I’m going to lose it. I can’t live with them anymore. Not at my age…” you trail off, lost in your thoughts.

“Stay with me. Until you can move in.”

Ukai’s voice cuts through the noisy bar, and you open your mouth stupidly, no words coming out. He stares back at you, making the butterflies that had been dormant for awhile snap back to life inside of you. He scratches at the side of his face, making pathetic attempts to backtrack. “I mean you don’t have to, and I won’t be there for a bit cause of training camp-”

“No, that sounds good.” You nod at him, an easy smile spreading across your face. “Yea, that sounds good.” His eyes lock onto yours, something dark and undefinable in them. Neither of you notice the coy look Shimada and Takinoue share.

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The hot water streams around you, and you shut your eyes, relishing the way it feels on your skin. You had a long day at your new job, and the approaching weekend was the only thing keeping you going. Well, that and the fact that you were currently in Ukai’s shower.

He had been kind enough to offer you a place to stay, and already your thoughts are starting to drift to darker places. You had harbored a crush on him when you were younger, but you haven’t seen him in years. And yet the way he looked at you made your stomach drop.

You turn the water off, the cold air plucking at your skin and making you shiver. You wrap a towel around yourself, and dry off quickly, trying to forget about the ache in between your legs. It doesn’t work, but you pull on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt anyways. You could at least pretend it worked.

Ukai’s apartment was exactly what you expected. The walls were littered with posters, books lay all over the ground, and there was a volleyball by the TV. He had rubbed the back of his neck, almost embarrassed when you first got there.

“It’s, uh, not much. Probably should’ve thought about that before I offered, but make yourself at home,” he mutters.

You had reassured him it was more than enough. You were just grateful to be out of your parents' house. You pad over to his spot near the tv, kneeling next to him. He eyes you from his peripheral, not looking directly at you. Nonetheless, it makes you shiver.

“Where should I sleep?” you ask, playing with the hem of his shirt. He nods his head back to the bed, and you flush.

“I can’t take your bed,” you sputter, stomach flipping. He rolls his eyes, a sharp smirk pulling at his lips.

“I gotta leave in the middle of the fucking night for training camp, remember? Take the bed.” His tone leaves no room for any argument, and you nod shyly, before shuffling over to his bed. He refocuses on the game he was watching as you pull the covers around you.

But you can’t sleep. Not when Ukai is so close to you. You flip onto your stomach and huff. He glances at you from over his shoulder and rolls his eyes. He shifts to the side, allowing you to watch the game from your vantage point.

You recognize the Karasuno uniforms, and something syrupy and nostalgic floods your veins. This must be the new team. The two of you stay quiet, the two of you lost in your own thoughts.

It’s only when the noise from the TV stops that you’re jolted back to reality. Ukai’s hand grips the remote tightly, face screwed up unpleasantly.

“Why did you stop talking to me?”

The words ring around his apartment, crystalizing into the air, becoming frigid and uncomfortable. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your head rest against his pillow. When you open them again, he’s turned towards you, brows pinched and mouth twisted into a grimace.

“I didn’t-” you cut yourself off, pushing yourself up to your knees. “I didn’t mean to.” You hold a hand up to him, stopping his oncoming argument. “I wanted to, and I wanted to pretend like everything was okay, but how could I?” His frown deepens, but he stays silent, memories seeping uncomfortably into the air.

“Keishin,” you hissed into the phone. “Let it go.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How could you be so stupid?” Your stomach drops at his words, but more than anything, you’re upset.

“I am not the stupid one. I’m the one who made it out of Miyagi. I’m the one who’s going to college.” You hear him inhale sharply, and you can practically imagine the way his eyes are narrowed right now.

“Right, right, right. And you’re also the one who’s sleeping with some asshole, who is way too old for you, and he’s just gonna forget you once he’s bored! If that’s not what a stupid little girl does, you tell me what it is! I’m trying to watch out for you!” he practically yells. You feel the oncoming tears sting the back of your eyes, but there’s something red-hot pushing you forward.

“Fuck you, Ukai. I actually found someone who likes me for once, you have to ruin it. I’m not a kid. You don’t know shit about my life here, and you hate it. If you cared so much, you could’ve asked me to stay. Fuck you.” He swears angrily at you, before the line drops. You stare at your phone, waves of nausea passing over you.

A week later he sends you a text, complaining about his grandfather, and telling you about something stupid Takinoue did. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. His texts eventually slowed down, until he didn’t text you at all.

You shudder slightly at the memory, letting your eyes drop to the floor.

“You acted like nothing had happened, but I was still mad, and by the time I had calmed down, I thought you would hate me for not talking to you.” You wrap your arms around yourself, chewing on your lip. “And you were right by the way, about that guy,” you spit out. “The second someone prettier came along, he dropped me.”

When you flick your eyes up, Ukai’s jaw is tense, his brows furrowed. You dig your nails into your arm, inhaling sharply.

“Fuck, I wish I had been wrong,” he seethes. Your eyes widen, not expecting him to say that. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you had expected him to say. “You deserve the world, Y/N. More than that piece of shit. More than Miyagi.” His words are colored with bitterness that makes your stomach curdle.

“That’s why I could never ask you to stay. You were supposed to get out of here.” Ukai’s gaze bores into you, the intensity of it giving you whiplash. Your heart melts at his words, and you can’t help but to feel regret for not trying to work things out back in the day.

“And I ended up back here anyways,” you mutter.

“Well, Miyagi has some perks,” he laughs, an easy smirk tugging at his mouth. You cock your head to the side, snorting in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“It’s got you now,” Ukai says lazily, while stretching his arms above his head.

Your heart swells in your chest, and you lunge towards him, wrapping your arms around him. He’s tense beneath you, but relaxes under your soft touches.

“I missed you, Kei,” you say gently. His arms drop to hold you to him, eyes closing as he basks in your attention.

“I’m sorry for what happened, and I’m sorry I tried to pretend like nothing happened. I’m pissed that you weren’t in my life, but that was my fault. And now that you’re here...don’t think you’re escaping that easy again.” You nod, and something hot stings the back of your eyes.

“I’m not,” you say gently. “I’m not gonna disappear again. I promise. You’re my best friend, Keishin. I missed you.”

“Okay. Now get some sleep.” His arms loosen around you, and you slump away from him. As you shift back into the bed, Ukai faces the TV, playing it and lowering the volume until it’s just white noise to your sleepy mind. With that, you lie down again, letting your eyes shut and the warmth of sleep overtake you.

Ukai is drawn back into the game, but your words linger in the air. You’re my best friend, Keishin. I missed you. He glances back at you, bitterness eating away at his stomach. He wants to be more than just your best friend.

He fixes his gaze on the TV, trying to shove those thoughts somewhere deep and dark. Eventually, when he looks at the time, he scowls realizing he’s gotta head out now. Letting out a sigh, he turns to face you again.

His heart tugs at how you’re curled up in his bed so sweetly. Guilt settles in his stomach at the thought of waking you at this hour, but he had to make sure you would be okay. His hand hovers above your shoulder, and he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. You belong here. With him. He shakes his head, banishing the thought. Ukai gently shakes you, watching as you rub your eyes and blink sluggishly at him.

“Sorry to wake you, but I’m heading out for the camp now. The keys are on the counter. Stay as long as you need to, just make sure to lock up.” You hum at his words, nestling back into his pillow and shutting your eyes.

“Okay, Keishin. Love you. Have fun,” you murmur, before drifting back to sleep. He inhales sharply, eyes boring into your sleeping face. He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. You probably wouldn’t even remember you said that when you woke up. And yet…

Ukai shifts on his knees closer to your sleeping form. He ducks down, letting his lips hover over your forehead. He gently kisses your temple, while simultaneously trying to squash the warm feelings that flow through him. He pulls away quickly, the small peck only lasting a second or two, but his lips burn now, and all he wants to do is curl around you and hold you in his arms.

The thought rushes through him like cold water, and he straightens away from you, trying to ignore the way his heart thuds. Ukai’s lips twist into a frown, and he rises, grabbing his bag and quietly walking out the door.

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The next few days are quiet as you go to work. It feels weird to stay at Ukai’s by yourself, but you have to admit that a weight has been lifted since the first night. It was like you could finally move forward in your friendship, the guilt evaporating and letting you fall back into a normal crush.

The evening you’re able to move into your apartment, it’s windier than you thought it would be. You didn’t mean to steal one of his hoodies, but you know he has a few pairs of the orange one. You had seen them in his closet. You slip the orange hoodie on, clutching the fabric to you. It’s warm, enough to protect you from the unusually powerful wind. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath; it smells like him. The thought makes you shudder.

You keep the hoodie on, promising to leave it in Ukai's apartment when you make your last trip in between. But when the moment comes, you can’t bring yourself to take the garment off. When you slip into bed in an unfamiliar place that night, his hoodie brings you comfort. As your eyes shut, you promised that you would return it the next day, when he texted you for his key.

Except you didn’t. You held onto his hoodie for two weeks. By the time you return it, it has already stopped smelling like him. And now, Ukai’s blinking at you from the doorframe of his apartment, confusion pulling at his eyebrows.

His hair is wet, hanging limply against his head, his normal headband nowhere to be seen. A towel hangs around his neck, and there’s an unlit cigarette in between his lips. You blink up at him blankly, trying to resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes trailing over your face curiously.

“I, um, came to drop this off.” You hold his hoodie to your chest, clutching it tightly in your hands. “But I probably should’ve told you I was coming.” His gaze is glued to the garment your holding, and the silence hangs in between you. Ukai flicks his eyes back to yours, something deep and dark brewing in them. You shift nervously under his gaze, opening your mouth as you hesitantly explain yourself.

“I borrowed it. When I was staying here. Just took me a while to drop it back off,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Keep it.” His voice is warm and steady in the air, making your spine tingle. Your hands drop from your chest, hoodie still clenched tightly.

“Oh. Okay.” Your mouth feels heavy, the words sticking to your tongue like molasses. “I guess I’ll head home. Thanks.” You start to turn away, when his hand shoots out, latching onto your wrist.

“You just got here.” His touch stings you, burning into your skin in a way that makes you crave more. You slowly, and weakly, you nod at him, letting him guide you inside his apartment.

“So you borrowed my hoodie, huh?” He smirks at you, eyes gleaming at the way you nervously sit at the edge of his futon.

“Yea, I was running out the door and it was colder than I thought, so I just grabbed it.” Your hands grip the fabric tightly, before you put the hoodie on the bed next to you. Ukai cocks his head to the side, his sharp smirk never leaving his face. “But it took me a while to return because, well…” He flops down onto the ground in front of you, resting his chin in his hand.

“Because it smelled like you,” you mumble, feeling butterflies slip into your veins. Ukai’s eyes widen for a split second, and he plucks the unlit cigarette from his mouth, throwing it to the side.

“Huh, no shit.” His words are colored in disbelief, but his gaze is unwavering, sending a small shiver down your spine. He shifts forward, pushing into your personal space until his face is right in front of yours.

“If I’m reading this wrong, you gotta let me know.” The frail dam that had been holding your emotions in place splinters, leaving your mind reeling. But one thing was sure: it was impossible to deny how you felt.

“You’re not,” you manage to sputter out. “You’re not reading it wrong.” He hums in satisfaction, eyes trailing over your face.

Ukai surges forward, and his lips are warm and rough against yours, and he steals your breath away immediately. A hand gently holds your face to his, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. Tentatively, you twist your fingers into his hair, and he groans against you. He pulls away from your lips, leaving you chasing after him. He pants against you, eyes dark and unreadable.

“Been wanting to do this for years,” he mutters, looking at you intensely.

“What took you so long?” He rolls his eyes, leaving sharp kisses down your neck.

“Too scared that I would push you away, and I did that anyways.” You pout at his words, tugging him up by his hair.

“I’m not going away again, and there’s nothing you could do to make me” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss him. His tongue prods at your lips, and you open your mouth obediently, letting him explore. Ukai’s hands are warm on your waist, squeezing the flesh that’s there. He pulls you onto his lap, shifting his legs under you so you’re flush against him.

“You good?” you ask in between kisses, scratching his scalp. His hips rock against you, and he pulls back to smirk at you.

“I’m more than good, baby.” Grinning, you meet his mouth again, letting your hips grind against him. His warm hands wander up and down your body, setting your skin on fire. They rest on your waist under your shirt, and his fingers tap at the flesh there. You hum happily, before leaning away and pulling off your shirt and tossing it behind you. Ukai freezes, eyes hungrily taking in the newly exposed skin. You flush as his hands start to trail upwards, ghosting over your skin.

You dip forward to kiss him again, and his hands reach around to fumble with your bra. You smile against his lips as he struggles, but the second it’s off, his hands are kneading your breasts.

“What are you smiling about?” he mutters against your lips, before pinching one of your nipples. You pull back and inhale sharply, biting your lip before tugging at his shirt.

“Not fair that yours is still on, Keishin,” you whine. He rolls his eyes, and pushes you off of his lap, letting you fall against the futon. Ukai strips quickly, a sharp grin on his face making you flush. He crawls forward, caging you in between his arms. His hips settle in between your thighs, and you can feel his erection through his boxers.

When he looks at you, his hair flops down. You lift your hand, running your fingers through it. He leans into your touch, grinning before bending down to kiss you. His lips are warm against you, and he doesn’t waste any time, attacking your jawline and neck with sharp, biting kisses. You card your hands through his hair, eyes fluttering shut. His kisses switch into something more intense, and you gasp, eyes fluttering open as small bites litter your neck.

“Ukai,” you moan, fingers tightening in his hair. He leaves little marks until he reaches your chest. His tongue swirls around a nipple, fingers pinching the other. The small sparks of pleasure go straight to your pussy, and your hips shift underneath Ukai, making him groan.

His mouth is hot and relentless on you, and your nipples ache from the attention. His teeth lightly bite down on your breast, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your eyes fly open.

“Keishin!” you squeal. He chuckles before letting his tongue run over were he just bit.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, not really meaning it, and he continues his path down. When he reaches the waist of your shorts, his eyes find yours, waiting. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shift your hips up, and Ukai grips the fabric, tugging down both your shorts and your underwear. His eyes focus on your exposed pussy, making note of how it’s already wet.

“Quit staring,” you complain, embarrassment flooding your system. He smirks down at you, using his finger to trail up and down your already soaking slit.

“So pretty and wet…” he mumbles. Your hips squirm underneath him, and his finger travels to circle your sensitive clit. You whine at the jolts of pleasure, making him smirk. His finger dips down, and he pushes it in gently. He thumbs at your clit, eyes flicking in between your face and your greedy pussy. Your tug at his hair, rotating your hips in time with his gentle thrusts.

“Keishin, more please,” you whine, making him chuckle. He slips another finger in, stretching you out. Your hands leave his hair to pinch at your nipples. Ukai’s head dips down to lightly bite the inside of your thigh, making you jolt. When he pushes in a third finger, you moan loudly, throwing your head back against the pillow. Something white-hot and foreboding pokes at the edges of your mind, threatening to spill over.

“I’m gonna cum, Kei,” you warn, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers curl inside of you, thumb still relentless on your clit.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.” His voice leaves no room for any argument, and you force them to open, watching as his fingers continue to pump into you. “Cum for me, baby.” He leans down again, eyes fixed on yours, and he bites the inside of your other thigh, and the pain combines with the pleasure, catapulting you over the edge.

You writhe and thrash against him, hips bucking up against his fingers. Ukai’s laugh fills the room, and he continues to move his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. When he finally pulls his hand away, you whimper from the loss. He presses a kiss to your hip before flipping you over.

You hear him shuffle, and you glance over your shoulder and see him kneeling behind you, boxers finally off. Excitement and arousal pool inside of you, and you squirm as his hands massage your ass.

“You’re big,” you murmur, making him laugh. He’s thick and long enough that you know it’ll feel good. But even then, you can’t help but wonder if he’ll actually fit. You flush facing forward again, but he leans down to press kisses to your spine.

“You good to keep going?” he asks in between each peck. You nod, letting your fingers dig into the sheets by your head.

“I’ve been thinking about this for years,” he groans, making you flush. His fingers dig into your ass, massaging the flesh. You squirm underneath him, feeling yourself get wetter under his touch. Ukai runs the head of his cock up and down your slit, and you inhale sharply, overcome with the desire to see his face.

“Wait!” you cry out, throwing an arm back to grab his arm. Immediately, he pulls away from you and freezes.

“What’s wrong are you okay? Do you wanna stop?” Panic colors his voice, and you shake your head before rolling over onto you back.

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you,” you mumble, feeling shy. Ukai barks out a laugh and smirks down at you, one of his hands moving to stroke your thigh affectionately.

“Fair enough. There’s always next time.” His predatory grin makes your cunt clench, and you reach up, gesturing for him to lean down. He cocks his head to the side, hair tilting with it.

“What is it you want?” You flush, letting your gaze go past his shoulder.

“A kiss.” His eyes light up, and he leans down, letting his lips ghost against yours. You push up, meeting his lips, and he chuckles. Ukai ruts his hips against you, letting his cock slide in between your soaking folds.

“Keishin, quit teasing me,” you whine. He rolls his eyes before pushing away, resting on his knees.

“Wanna watch your little pussy try to take me,” he explains, letting the head of his cock gently push into you. Your face contorts at the breach, and you wring your hands in the sheets. He whispers sweet words, eyes glued to your flutter pussy. He slowly rocks his hips forward, watching as he sinks in another inch.

You let out a choked moan, his slow movements emphasizing his size. His eyes snap up to your face, letting his hands squeeze your waist.

“Your sweet little cunt feels so good already,” he groans. Your hands tug at the sheets as you try not to squirm. But it feels nearly impossible with how red-hot his cock feels inside of you.

You preen under Ukai’s attention, his hands massaging your flesh as your pussy tries to relax around his thick length.

“So hot and tight.” His words shake as his eyes trail down your body to watch your pussy split around him as he inches in.

“You’re too big,” you keen, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes at the intense stretch, and nonetheless, the thought adds fuel to the fire in your belly, and your pussy clenches down harder on his cock. His thumb strokes delicate circles into your hip, and he smirks down at you.

“Yea, and the thought has you squeezing around my cock, huh? That’s pretty messed up.” You flush at his words, embarrassment coursing through your veins. You turn your head to the side, wanting to escape his intense gaze. Keishin leans forward, rocking his hips and pushing his cock slowly into you until he bottoms out. You let out a pathetic whine, covering your face with your hands

“Don’t get shy now, baby,” he coos, batting at your hands, which flop above your head. “I think it’s cute how tight you are around me. I’m just too big? Is that it, baby?” You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you. He chuckles as you bury face into the crook of his neck. Tentatively, Ukai slowly pulls out, every ridge and vein dragging deliciously against your walls. When he pushes back in, you groan against his skin, and your hands travel up and down the smooth expanse of his back, your nails leaving red lines.

His hand snakes in-between the two of you, and a calloused finger expertly traces patterns onto your clit. You moan loudly, and your body writhes against him. Ukai pulls away from you, and a cruel grin sprawls out onto his face.

“Are you gonna cum? Already?” You nod, pathetically bucking your hips against him still. “We’ve barely started,” he taunts.

“I can’t help it,” you choke out, nerves feeling overwhelmed by sensations. He hums at your words, licking his lips as he eyes your body.

“Okay. It’s okay. Do you wanna be good for me?” he gently asks. You squirm beneath him, hands gripping his biceps, and you nod your head.

“I wanna be good for you, Keishin,” you cry out, the walls of your cunt fluttering around his thick cock. “I’ll be good for you.” His smirk slips into a softer smiler, and he leans forward, grinding his cock into you, and leaving sharp kisses against your neck.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs against your neck, before shifting to lightly bite your shoulder. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you cant your hips against him, pussy fluttering around him. You grip his biceps tightly, orgasm overwhelming you.

“That’s it. Creaming so pretty on my dick,” Ukai whispers, watching your face contort in pleasure. He ruts into you, fingers still expertly teasing your clit, in an attempt to draw out your orgasm. Your eyes crack open, small tears leaking from your eyes.

“It’s too much, Kei,” you squeal, nails digging into his biceps as you try to squirm away from him. He tuts lightly at you, his hot tongue swiping along the delicate bite mark that’s on your shoulder.

“I thought you wanted to be good for me,” he rumbles. You nod, letting your eyes shut again. The fingers that were tortuously circling your clit slip away to pinch you’re inner thigh. “Look at me, baby.” You pry your eyes open and pant against him. His clever fingers continue their ministrations, and his hips grind deeper into you, making your brain feel foggy and warm.

“I wanna be good,” you mumble, hands leaving his biceps to tangle themselves into his hair. Ukai makes an approving sound, and he kisses your cheek.

“Cum. Again.” A pathetic cry tears itself from your throat, and you focus on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. Ukai leans down, littering your chest with little sharp bites that make you keen. Your brows pinch at the intense pleasure, hips grinding against him. You’re already close again, and you tug at his hair, urging him to kiss you again. His lips eagerly find yours, and you feel him smile against you. You’re so close to falling over that edge again. Your cunt is absolutely drenched, and the erotic squelching makes you flush.

Ukai’s tongue prods at your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, letting him in. It’s sloppy and desperate, and it’s perfect. His fingers dig into your clit, pinching it, and you are flung into the stratosphere, stars popping into your vision. You gush around his cock, and he groans against your lips.

Your thighs twitch, and your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close to you, urging him to still. He complies, peppering your face with kisses as you come back to earth.

“So pretty,” he whispers against you. You card your fingers through his hair as you try to catch your breath.

“Oh my god, Keishin.” Your voice wavers, and you're embarrassed by how hoarse you sound.

“Want me to stop?” You shake your head desperately at his question, and your legs tighten around him.

“No. I just need a second.” He chuckles watching as your screws up. “I didn’t think I was that sensitive,” you sigh. You unlace your fingers from his hair, wiping at the sweat that’s on your neck.

Ukai smirks at you as he shifts to kneel. His warm hands gripping your waist, keeping you flushed against him. You whine at the movement, pussy tightening around him. His eyes trail over where he enters you, admiring how you’re spread out for him.

“Or, maybe my dick’s too big for you,” he taunts, no real malice behind his words. You squeak at his words, feeling embarrassed and warm. “Yea, that’s it,” he continues, fondly looking at your messy cunt. “You’re so sensitive cause it barely fits in your cunt,” he coos.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, lazily wrapping your legs around him. He lets out a laugh, one that resounds through the apartment, and you smile at him, something syrupy running through your head. “And I think-“

You cut yourself off, nerves overtaking you. His head cocks to the side, and his thumb strokes your waist in a reassuring manner.

“I’m balls deep in you. Don’t get shy on me now,” he says gently, his soft tone colliding with his crude words.

“You’re so vulgar, Keishin.” You roll your eyes at him, a soft smile creeping onto your face. “It could be that,” you say, not wanting to repeat his words, “but I also think I may be sensitive cause it’s you.”

Your voice is soft, and you watch as Ukai practically melts. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. You moan as your weight settles on him, increasing the pressure from his cock.

“Are you being serious right now?” His voice rumbles through you, and you bite your lip and nod. You press a palm to his cheek, relishing in the way he leans into it.

“There’s no one for me but you, Keishin.” Ukai kicks his legs out behind you, letting you get more comfortable on his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, and he buries his face into your neck. His hips buck up into you, making you squeal.

“Gonna fuck you so good. You’re never gonna be able to think about anyone but me inside this pussy.” He punctuates his words with a thrust, and your nails dig into his back. You rock your hips against him, as he sprinkles kisses against your neck.

“Ever since,” you pant, “ ever since I got back, all I’ve thought about is you. I missed you so much.” He moans into your neck, and his sweet kisses turn into little bites, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Did you touch yourself? Thinking about my fat cock pushing into you?” he mutters in between nips. Your brows pinch together and you nod as your exhausted pussy flutters again.

“Yes! But all I wanted was you!” Ukais teeth clamp down on your neck, not hard enough to break skin, but it stings. You squeal as he roughly changes positions again, forcing you on your back again, legs wrapped tightly around him.

His pace is relentless, pounding into you. Your fingers claw down his back, and his hands squeeze your hips.

“It’s too much, Kei,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut. Ukai presses a searing kiss to your lips, thumb digging into your side.

“Please, baby. Give me one more. Cum for me one more time,” he mumbles into your lips. You nod against him, blinking through the tears. “Good. Just let me fuck you like this.”

His cock drives deep in you, making you keen. Your hands travel up to his hair, tangling into it, and tugging at the strands. He feels everywhere, his presence is overwhelming, hot and heavy. His hips rut into you, lips peppering your face with small kisses. Your cunts already oversensitive can feel your orgasm approaching.

“I’m close, Kei,” you choke out, pussy gushing around his cock. You flush at the lewd noises, but he just moans nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Give it to me. Wanna feel your little pussy squeeze around me.” You hold him to your neck, hips bucking into him. Ukai’s hand snakes down in between the two of you, and his fingers rub intense circles on your clit. Your eyes squeeze shut, as the building pleasure finally reaches its peak.

“Just like that, baby. Cum around my cock.” You writhe beneath him, your hands traveling to claw down his back. Your hot cunt grips him tight, legs tightening around his waist. “Just like that,” he groans, before his teeth sink into the base of your shoulder. You moan his name loudly, loud enough that you would be embarrassed later, but for not you don’t care. All you can focus on is the white-hot pleasure that’s coursing through your system.

Ukai’s thrusts don’t stop, plowing into you and prolonging your orgasm. He pulls his hand away from your clit, and he slips his arms in between your back and the bed, holding you tightly. You whine as you feel his hips begin to lose their pace, thrusts no longer steady. Your legs squeeze around him, keeping him close to you.

“Cum inside, please I need it,” you beg. He pulls away from your neck, eyebrows creasing in concern. “I’m on the pill. It’s safe, I promise. Please Kei, I need you to fill me, please, please, please.”

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” His head drops back to the crook of your neck, as he stutters against you, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy. He falls against you, before rolling onto his side, keeping you tight against him. His cock is still lodged within you, and you whine at the movement. Sweet kisses litter your face and neck, and you blink blearily at him. He slowly pulls out of you, grunting at the way your pussy flutters. You grimace as his cum drips out of your abused cunt.

“Gotta get you cleaned up,” he mumbles, before standing up and disappearing to the bathroom. You flop onto your back, trying to catch your breath. When Ukai returns, he kneels in between your shaky legs, and ever so carefully, he takes care of you. There’s something unusually soft in his actions, soft enough to make your heart squeeze. He also gets you a glass of water, which you gulp down. He lights a cigarette, as he watches your eyes start to clear up.

“Keishin, you’re kind of nasty,” you mumble, stretching your arms out above your head. His laugh rumbles through the air, as he takes a drag. He eyes you greedily, as if he’s going to eat you alive.

“This was nothing. There’s so much I wanna do to you.” His voice is low, heavy with exhaustion. “But for now I just want to hold you.”

“Well that can be arranged,” you tease, lying back on the bed. Ukai chuckles, putting out his cigarette and crawling forward to wrap his arms around you. You sigh in contentment, letting your eyes shut.

“I missed you,” he mutters, and you smile against him.

“I missed you too, Keishin.” Sleep tugs at your brain, luring it to a deep rest.

“Did you mean it? What you said?” His voice is unusually quiet, delicately piercing the air. His thumb gently strokes your arm. Your eyes flutter open, and your brows pinch as you try to recall what you had said.

“About what?” you ask, trying to stifle a yawn.

“What you said? About you and me?”

Oh.

You smile at him, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. When you pull away, you lean your forehead against his and you smile.

“The only person for me is you, Keishin. It’s always been you.” He hums happily before he pulls you against him.

“Good. Cause I was serious. I’m not letting you go again.” You shut your eyes and nuzzle into him, taking comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. And it’s in those arms that you embrace the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in years.✨

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Miles of Memories- 1

We’ve Got Tonight- Bob Seger

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Dean x reader Best Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: Feeling anxious about heading off to college, you make the most of your last night in town with the help of your best friend, Dean.

Warnings: fluffy, adorable Dean and fun banter. Slight angst (goodbyes are hard). Minor mentions of childhood trauma

WC: 2,900

A/N: This part is like a “prelude” to give you a glimpse of Y/N and Dean’s relationship (5 years before the main storyline). I hope you stay tuned for the slowest of Dean x fem!reader slowburns. I’m so excited to share this story, so please let me know what you think! MASSIVE thanks to my spectacular and badass beta crew—@christopher-evxns @deanwinchesterswitch @ezilyamuzed & @wonder-cole—for all of their help and input!! I edited even after their feedback, so all mistakes are my own. Credit to Bob Seger for the song :)

Zipping your suitcase closed with a heavy sigh, you worked through your mental checklist for the hundredth time to make sure you hadn’t forgotten to pack anything.

“Jeez, you act like it’s the last time you’ll ever see this place or something.” With a smile and a roll of your eyes, you turned to see Dean leaning casually against your doorframe. “Y’know, I figured I’d talk to Bobby about renting this space out anyway. Save you the stress of missing it while you’re gone because it’ll look completely different the next time you come back.”

“I’m not too worried. I think you’re the last person Bobby would trust with anything—let alone a space in his house.”

Dean grinned, pushing off the doorframe to mosey into your room. “See, normally I’d agree with you. But it just so happens that he gave me my very own key to the garage, so I think he’s coming around. This ready?” He pointed at the suitcase on your bed, and you nodded.

“Riiight. I’m supposed to believe that Bobby would actually give you a key to come and go at the shop anytime you want.”

Dean shrugged, spinning on his heel with your bag in hand. “Guess he’s looking for a new favorite since you’re skipping town to go be successful out in the real world.”

You snorted and shook your head, silently following him to the door. He stepped out of the way, placing his free hand on the doorknob as you scanned the bedroom one last time. Gnawing your bottom lip, you sucked in a deep breath and tried to alleviate some of the tightness in your chest.

This room had been a safe haven for most of your life, and it was hard to remember the days before you called it “home.” Your mother had passed away when you were a toddler, and your father was a drunk, in and out of jail and your life until one day he didn’t come back. Bobby had often been the one who took care of you when your father needed to pass you off onto someone else.

You didn’t remember much about the “Travelin’ Man” (as Bobby not-so-lovingly referred to him on the rare occasions he was mentioned), but you could easily recall the night Bobby told you this would be your room for good. The relief and excitement you’d felt upon learning you’d have a space of your own were still vivid. Knowing you had a place you could always return to provided a sense of stability and consistency you’d never known.

Bobby may not have been your father by blood, but he was your dad in every sense of the word. Sure, he was a little rough around the edges and tended to be a hermit, but he also had a heart of gold, and not once had he ever made you question whether he cared about you.

A few weeks after settling into your new home, you had met Jessica and Sam during recess at your new elementary school. Although they were a grade younger, you’d instantly hit it off with them. Jess and Sam had always been there for you over the years, too, willing to lend an ear or make time for movie nights and spontaneous trips to the diner. Eventually, Sam had introduced you to Dean, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. Each and every memory you had growing up involved at least one (if not all three) of them. But while it was difficult saying goodbye to everyone in general...you still hadn’t been able to grasp the idea of saying goodbye to Dean.

Dean was the one who had been by your side through everything. From heartfelt life chats and your deepest moments of self-doubt to car ride sing-alongs and your loudest belly laughs. He was always there to comfort you, remind you not to take things so seriously, and even drag you into trouble once in a while.

The thought of leaving him and your safe, familiar home brought yet another wave of apprehension and doubt. What if you were making a huge mistake?

“Y/N...” Dean’s gentle voice coaxed you back to reality. “We’ve still got a lot to pack into our night, so don’t go checking out on me yet.”

Without looking back, you slipped past Dean and heard him shut the door as you made your way downstairs.

“You know, this wouldn’t be so hard if you would’ve just applied like I told you to. Then we could both be going off to college together, and you’d find out what an honor it would be to have me as a roomie.”

“Okay, well, let me remind you that you’re the one who decided to go ‘see what’s out there’ and get a fancy college degree under her belt. And, even if we did survive being roommates without making the other want to pull their hair out, there’s no way in hell that town would be able to handle both of us.”

“That’s fair.”

“Besides, I won’t have much of a chance to miss you. You’ll probably flunk out and be back here by the end of the semester anyway.”

“Also fair,” you laughed. “Taking a year off to work at The Roadhouse and pretend to get my life together seemed like a good idea at the time, but I’m a little worried about getting into the groove of studying and all that crap again.”

“You know, if you need help, all you gotta do is pick up the phone. I mean, Sammy’s a real bookworm, and he’s only a phone call away.” Dean winked as he held the front door open and motioned for you to lead the way.

Sticking your tongue in your cheek, you fought to hide your amusement at the way he threw his brother under the bus. Before you made it through the door, you whirled around toward the stairs again. “Dang it. I forgot my bathroom bag. Do you mind tossing that one in the car? I’ll be right back!”

“Another bag? Where are you gonna put all this crap?” he muttered.

After retrieving the pouch from the bathroom upstairs and making sure you hadn’t left any necessary items in the drawers and cabinets, you hurried outside to find Dean patiently waiting beside your car. You tossed the small bag and he caught it with ease, pitching it in the backseat before closing the door.

“And done. Any last-minute stops to make along the way?” he asked.

“Nope. I caught Ellen, Jo, and Jody at the end of my shift yesterday, and Charlie was over for a bit this morning. And, you know, Sam and Jess ditched us for California last weekend. That means you and Bobby are the only two left to put up with me until I leave in the morning.”

When your voice cracked unexpectedly, you cleared your throat and surveyed the scrapyard until the faint prick in the corners of your eyes faded. As your departure drew near and you considered everything you were leaving behind, venturing out into the world was quickly beginning to feel more daunting than exciting.

“Hey…” Dean gripped the tops of your arms, stirring you from your thoughts. “We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight...babe. Why don’t you staaaaaaaayy—”

You had thought he was going to say something sweet and comforting, but you playfully shoved him in the chest when you realized he was speaking in Bob Seger lyrics. He stumbled back a step, laughing as he walked around the front of the impala and climbed inside.

***

There was an old park on the outskirts of town where Bobby and John would occasionally drop you both off when they had errands to run. As the years passed, you began riding your bikes the few miles across town, taking turns balancing Sam on your handlebars until Dean was old enough to drive. Eventually, Sam stopped tagging along, but somewhere along the way the park became a place you and Dean cherished.

A large pond stretched across most of the area, and there was a stately willow tree near the water’s edge that served as your designated “spot.” It was a hideaway often overlooked by others, but it was the perfect escape when the two of you needed a place that was all your own.

“Alright.” Dean plopped down beside you on the blanket. “You’ve got your grub, an amazing view, and the best company you could ever ask for. What else could you possibly want?”

“You’re right. Baby’s good company and all, but she’s not much of a conversationalist.”

Dean grimaced. “Just for that, I might eat your food.”

“Depending on what it is, I might let you.”

He smirked and unrolled the brown paper sack in his hand. “PB&J’s, just like Mom used to make! I asked if she could whip up a few before she flew out to make sure Sam got all settled at Stanford. She said to tell you she’s sorry she couldn’t catch you and to wish you good luck. This seemed like a, uh, better idea at the time...now that it’s been a couple of days, these might taste like shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took the sandwich Dean offered. “We’ve probably eaten worse, but I appreciate the sentimental twist. Seeing as how you’re in your 20’s and you had your mom make us sandwiches.”

“Hey, I was going for authenticity! Trying to help you feel like a kid again before you start adulting or whatever and—you know what? Just shut up and eat your food.”

The two of you unwrapped your sandwiches and continued bantering back and forth between bites. Even though the bread was soggy from marinating in jelly for a few days, and it certainly wasn’t the best thing you’d ever eaten, it brought back a flood of nostalgia.

When a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, your thoughts began to drift to dozens of adventures you and Dean had had here. You gazed out over the water, watching the willow branches graze the surface as they gently swayed in the breeze. You tried to commit every detail to memory as you soaked in the peaceful atmosphere, not knowing how long it would be until you returned.

After a while, Dean chuckled under his breath, and you looked at him curiously.

“You remember that day we were pretending to be pirates, and Dad ended up coming to pick us up early?”

“Of course.”

“Man, he was so pissed when he saw us standing on top of that picnic table we managed to drag out and ‘sail’ into the middle of the pond. Sure made an awesome ship, though.”

You smiled at the memory, though it was anything but funny at the time. “I think he was a little more pissed at the fact that we left Sam playing alone in the gazebo. And obviously what made the ‘ship’ great was the pirate flag I made.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean snorted. “You mean the crappy skull you drew on our lunch bag and stuck on the end of a stick? Pretty sure we were having a blast with the ship because it was my brilliant idea in the first place.”

“I was like 8, and it was still better than anything you could’ve drawn.” You crumpled up your trash and threw it at him. “And I was having fun--right up until you pushed me off anyway. I nearly choked to death on all that nasty water I sucked in.”

“Okay, well, you shouldn’t have been trying to be Captain when I’m the oldest, and it was clearly my title to begin with. There was no plank to walk, but obviously, you had to go overboard.”

He grinned, keeping his gaze fixed on the water. As you studied his face and noticed the faraway look in his eye, his smile faded. You figured his thoughts had drifted back to his dad, who had passed away a couple of years later.

“I felt so damn bad, though. I really was afraid you were gonna drown. And Bobby was ready to kill me when he found out.”

“Lucky for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

The two of you joked and reminisced for several more hours, eventually watching the sun set over the water until it sank below the horizon. When it was time to head back to Bobby’s, Dean took the long way home so you could crank the radio and sing along with your hand hanging lazily out the open window. Back at the house, you sat on the kitchen counter and talked with both men until Bobby finally bid you goodnight--but you still weren’t ready to call it a night, knowing morning would come soon and it would be time for you to leave.

After convincing Dean to stay a little longer, you grabbed a couple of old blankets and spread them in the bed of one of the pickup trucks near the house. With your head on his chest and your body tucked comfortably against his side, you chatted beneath the stars until you drifted off to sleep.

***

“Got everything all packed up?” Bobby asked.

“I think so,” you answered.

“Better double-check because I’m not driving a few hours just to bring you a lost shoe or something.”

“Is that a challenge?” you teased, seeing right through his gruff quip. “Because I bet I could talk you into it. We both know you’re not gonna know what to do without me.”

He frowned a little before smiling fondly, and you could’ve sworn there was a misty glaze in his eyes.

“Yeah. I s’pose you’re right.”

“Oh, don’t get all sentimental on me now. You could probably use a little break. Besides, I’ll be back so often you’ll just get sick of me all over again.”

“C’mere, kid.”

Bobby reached out and pulled you into a hug. Much too soon, he let go and stepped aside so you could say goodbye to Dean. His soft green eyes had been fixed on you, but he glanced away and clenched his jaw when you took a step toward him.

“So, uh...don’t forget about us when you make it big out there in the real world—catch a break as an artist or an author or some music critic.”

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “I haven’t even picked out a major yet, but I think I have an advisor who can help me figure out a good fit...eventually. Maybe I’ll be a doctor—or follow in Sam’s footsteps and be a lawyer!”

“There you go. Why not just do it all while you’re at it? Jack of all trades, master of none. Whatever you end up doing, you better come back to visit soon.”

“You got it. Try not to turn into a grumpy old man while I’m gone.”

He shook his head, cracking a smile as he met your eyes. “Only a couple years older than you, brat. Anyway, I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night, so I made you a playlist for the drive. Figured I might as well do something useful while I was awake. I sent it to you while you were getting ready.”

Pulling out your phone, you found a message already waiting with a link to the playlist.

“This is awesome, Dean, thank you. But if it ends up being six hours of nothing but Zeppelin, I’m gonna be pissed.”

He tossed his head back and laughed, making the knot in your throat grow once again at the thought of not seeing him almost every day. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d miss you as much as you were going to miss him.

“Don’t worry; I think it ended up being a decent mix. Not too many classics and not too much of the more modern crap. There was, uh... a certain thought process behind each song, let’s just say that.”

“We all know some of that modern crap is a guilty pleasure of yours. I mean, Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah…” His gaze lingered until his grin faded to a sad smile. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you leaned forward and threw an arm around each man. Squeezing your eyes closed, you hugged them tight.

“All joking aside...you got nothing to worry about. You’re gonna kick this college thing in the ass,” Dean murmured.

“Thank you.”

Clearing your throat, you slipped out of their embrace and quickly made your way to the car.

“Drive safe--and call when you get there!” Bobby hollered.

Stealing one last glimpse over your shoulder, you waved and slid behind the wheel. You hit shuffle on the playlist, letting the music fill the vehicle while you fasten your seatbelt.

I know it’s late

I know you’re weary

I know your plans don’t include me...

You shook your head and smiled, blinking back tears at the irony of the song—the lyrics perfectly encapsulating your night with Dean.

Look at the stars so far away

We’ve got tonight

Who needs tomorrow?

We’ve got tonight, babe

Why don’t you stay?

As you started the car and drove away, seeing him and Bobby grow smaller in the rearview mirror, you finally began to cry.

Part 2

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Hiraeth Chapter 62: Exploration

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Chapter Sixty-Two: Exploration

Note: I'm enjoying getting so many longer chapters in. Feels good!

(-~-)

The temple was comprised of a menagerie of different corridors and rooms, all of which possessing their own highly specific use case or purpose. Intricate engravings and pictographs adorned almost every visible wall, betraying the truly ancient history of such a grand structure. And although none of it was easily understandable to the average person, It was still more than enough to be able to admire and respect the historical contribution that works like these could pose to the people of this kingdom, and to the rest of the world by extension if they knew anything about it. But perhaps it was best that it stayed as it was, guarded and untouched by the people who it belonged to. In an unknown state. While it was true that some history belonged in a museum, was it truly history if the people who created it or took part in it its creation were still protecting it? Still dying for it?

In some places the walls were painted, but most laid bare, the markings adorning them being the only thing that made them stand out as opposed to a simple stone wall. And that was appropriate considering the fact that most of the walls were still bare, a few spots in the process of being worked on seemingly being abandoned part of the way through. Or maybe that was how they were supposed to look? It was hard to say. He was no anthropologist, and he'd never seen anything like this before.

But it's fascinating as all of them was, and is right as Lucia have been when she said that he might appreciate her people's culture more than his brother probably would, the eldest of the Dark Knight Sparda's twin sons have to admit that they were nothing more than a pleasant distraction in the midst of what would otherwise be a complicated and dangerous situation. Well, it would be if Lucia hadn't been there. She seemed to navigate the retrofitted temple with relative ease, whereas he found himself considering routes or options that were ostensibly the worst possible method to get to where they needed to go.

And that was the other issue: He had no idea where they were going.

He was so used to what he was looking for being straight ahead of him in one way or another that he hadn't even really considered it. And with nothing in the way of a challenge to do battle against within the walls of the building, he just found himself sort of quietly following along behind her, taking in the sights and attempting to not seem like the fidgety child that he felt like at the moment.

It had been a while since things had gone this… smoothly. It wasn't that things had been easy, it was that they had been relatively straightforward. They made sense. And while the cacophonous and winding always reminded him of the demonic tower that he had helped raise so long ago, this was clearly an entirely different set of people in an entirely different setting. Its craftsmanship easily rivaled that of the tower, but there was just something decidedly more exotic about this location. It was almost exciting. A part of him genuinely enjoyed it, at least for the time being. He was still quietly waiting for something to go horribly wrong. But at this point, was that anticipation, or a self-fulfilling prophecy? Were his very thoughts causing him to carry out actions that would lead to the negative outcome that he was imagining, or was he actually that unlucky most of the time? A question for the philosophers.

"Am I to assume that we are headed to an antechamber of sorts?" It was a good guess based on the structure's presumed layout.

Lucia looked back at him, her red hair blowing behind her as a small gust of wind tossed it about. Little shoots had been cut into the sides of the ceilings in some places, allowing air to pass into the chambers without having access to windows of any sort. It was a clever bit of ventilation considering when the building must have been constructed. And it was probably the only way that most demons could get in, which explained why a lot of them were so small and why they had encountered so few of them.

"Correct. Each of the Arcana is kept in a different portion of the temple behind its own unique protections. We're almost to the one that houses the Arcana Spada."

Placing the torch that she had lit when they had entered the structure in a notch in the wall, She fiddled with a slot in the wall nearest to her. Moments later, a sliding door of sorts opened, rolling out of the way and allowing a second door behind it to lift up out of the floor into the ceiling. It was an ingenious bit of engineering, and Vergil was admittedly curious as to how it functioned. Being alive during the period in which many of these sorts of structures had been built must have been interesting. What could they have learned from these long-forgotten civilizations? The technology used to build this structure seem to be leagues ahead of where it should have been at the time, and much could be said about the Temen Ni Gru. Had their dealings with demons allowed them some sort of knowledge in regards to these sorts of matters that he was unaware of? It seemed that technology had taken a massive step backward after the Hellgates had been closed. What an interesting if not unfortunate circumstance.

Following the young guardian into the antechamber that was hidden behind the doors, it occurred to Vergil that unlike seemingly every other structure he vented, this antechamber was actually located off to the side in an innocuous room instead of in a grand hall in the center of the building. It seemed that they had taken a few clues from some other ancient civilizations in that regard.

Nothing specific came to mind, but he could remember some civilizations doing things that were similar to this in a bid to keep grave robbers away. Some even went as far as booby-trapping what would otherwise be the central area of the tomb or temple just to punish those who attempted to actually break-in. A devious plan that he wholeheartedly approved of. At the very least, you should be allowed to have peace and rest undisturbed after death. There was a special place in hell for grave robbers. He should know. He'd probably seen them when he was down there.

"And what is the significance of this specific Arcana? Why would someone steal it? I assume that it is ritualistic in nature? But it has a secondary use, does it not? Something that causes it to stand out in comparison to the others?" He followed her up the steep, well-worn ramp, noting the abundance of colors and pictographs as he hurried along. Everything that he was now seeing was better preserved than the rest of the temple, which was saying something when how well the structure was kept up was taken into consideration.

Obviously taking a moment to consider what he had just asked her, she paused momentarily to looked around the room, torch in hand. She then stepped forward and began to light some of these sconces along the edge of the wall, eliminating a pillar in the center of the structure. What seemed to be a skylight bloomed over them, but it was currently closed by a large stone dome, so there would be no natural light tonight. The structure was interesting and seemed reminiscent of an altar of some sort.

"You are right. The Arcana is special. While the others were contributed by different groups of our people, the blade was contributed by your father. Its composition is different, and I would not be surprised to learn that he had crafted it himself. The materials seem to be demonic, and have properties to match. The same essence, in a way of speaking.” She gestured towards the room they were in. In the center was a pedestal with some sort of intricate holding apparatus. That must have been the blade’s housing apparatus. “My mother might know more about that, but it would be invaluable in a ritualistic setting. I believe that it is no accident that it found its way into your son's body."

Vergil nodded. That made sense to him, unfortunately. Demons were always after artifacts that his father had either helped create or had at one time owned. His wards and spells had a strong hold on much of the demotic world, and as such getting a hold of something that he had created were used to create something else was generally considered a fable use of time. He didn't need to know the precise secondary use case of the blade to know that if it had been created by his father then it should not fall into the hands of the devil prince.

Upon entering the room himself, a wave of what he could only describe as heavy familiarity hit him. If nostalgia had a sensation, it would be this place despite never having stepped within it before today. The feeling that had been outside in the courtyard was amplified by several dozen times in here to the point where it was almost suffocating, and yet he didn't feel threatened by it or even uncomfortable. Lucia seemed to be somewhat puzzled by its presents, wish she was otherwise undisturbed.

There was no mistaking it: this had his father's influence all over it.

(-~-)

The Ludwig family had acted swiftly upon receiving his phone call, coming to his location with clearly supernatural speed. They had taken the young adjudicator into their care immediately and had insisted upon doing the same with V in order to ascertain the status of his curse. He had taken little consideration as to his own well-being in the adrenaline field panic that he had been in, and both his admittedly minimal injuries and his slowly progressing curse had been put to the wayside for the time being.

It had been decided that they would hold him until the morning. Magnolia and Flora would be returning to his home anyway, so if this was to be the outcome, then he could easily return with them at that point in time. Perhaps they would get lucky and Sirrus would recover by then? It was probably wishful thinking on his part, but he desperately felt the need to do something, anything to help his companion recover. He had done the same for him. It was the least he could do given the circumstances. He didn't like seeing people who were kind to him suffer.

But upon arriving and being seen by a physician, there had been quite the commotion. He hadn't caught the specifics of the details, but it seemed that they were something extraordinary about Sirrus's blood loss that required an extra amount of care and attention to be shown to it. It was something nebulous from what he could tell like a shortage of a certain blood type, or something equally as strange. Whatever the case may be, it seemed that his blood was not compatible with anything that they currently had on hand and that his body's ability to regenerate its own supply had been hindered somewhat. Stabilizing him had been hellish and troublesome, but after something that he had not been able to see clearly had been administered orally in the form of a liquid powder, he had seemingly started to recover although he had not regained consciousness.

In a strange way, it was good to know that he was not the only one who had these sorts of issues. Though he had never experienced that specifically, his friend's extraordinary abnormality made him feel somewhat secure in the knowledge that he might actually not be quite as odd as he thought he'd been all this time. This was going to be quite the story to tell the rest of his family once they all met up. But for now, he would remain at Sirrus's bedside, awaiting the moment that he would awaken so that he could thank him for everything that he had done and to just see if he was alright in general.

For a brief moment in time, he had considered the possibility of asking some of the Ludwig girls with a significance of his gift had been. It was clearly enchanted to some degree, so finding out what the bracelet did specifically was fascinating to him. Still, it was not the time. As soon as Sirrus was doing better, then he could bother with that sort of thing. No, until he awoke he would just sit here and fiddle with it quietly, allowing Shadow and Griffon a much-needed rest. Maybe he would read his book while he himself was attended to by the wonderful young woman that worked in that wing.

He'd refused to have his injuries treated by what little staff that they had till Sirrus wounds had been brought under control. He wasn't that badly injured, and he couldn't in good conscience sit there and take up viable resources when someone else needed them more. His temporary discomfort was more than warranted as far as he was concerned. And that's how he found himself sitting there being treated in the room next to him, not nearly within range of cross-contamination, but still within the same general vicinity.

They had put up some sort of protective plastic barrier between them for that exact reason, but it was indeed helpful to help keep things sanitary. A few bandages and a little bit of disinfectant later and he was basically fine. A bit scuffed up and with several bruises that were sore, yes. But he was alive, and although the curse had indeed spread, he only felt slightly weak as a result. He was admittedly just happy to be unharmed for the most part. The fight could have gone much worse. It normally did.

Realizing that he desperately needed to talk to somebody about what had happened, he spared a glance at his resting companion before making the decision that he could temporarily step out of the room. He didn't want to leave long, but he did want to make a phone call, and it would be rude as far as he was concerned to make one inside of the room where he was. And even if he didn't have that issue, there wasn't a phone in here. He'd have to go and get one. Maybe he should buy one?

Quietly standing and hoping that the chair he was sitting on didn't creak as he did so, he made his way over to the door, opening it and stepping through before closing it quietly behind him in a manner so slow that he wasn't entirely sure that it was necessary. He then looked up and down the hall, wondering if there was one on a table in the breezeway or something. He didn't actually know if they really had a lot of phones in this house. It was lucky that they had picked up when he had called. Almost as lucky as he'd been when he realized that he'd remembered the number.

Making the executive decision to just go and ask someone about where he could make a phone call, he headed into the main hall, sure that someone would be still awake at this time of night. But as he headed through the doorway, he ran face to face with someone that he wasn't expecting to see still up at this hour. He'd assumed she'd gone to sleep after what had happened.

"Good evening, Willow."

She stopped, turning her attention to him for a moment as she seemed to be taken slightly by surprise. A somewhat perplexed look crossed her face as she obviously considered something. But a moment later, she nodded. "Likewise. I was actually just coming around there to see how things were going. Has he awoken yet?"

V couldn't help but notice that she seemed uncomfortable, her hands clenched together in front of her in a manner that betrayed what he believed to be actual, genuine worry. She had been walking in the opposite direction, so he had probably taken her by surprise. What a shift in behavior considering how displeased she had been to see the young adjudicator the last time they had visited, at least initially. Perhaps it was guilt for what she had said to him when he'd been here last? Either way, he shook his head to indicate that he hadn't woken up yet. She did a decent job of hiding her obvious dismay, but not good enough to go unnoticed.

"Oh... I see. Well, do you keep me in the loop if you can? I'll send someone to come and check on both of you soon." She shifted her stance slightly, turning more to face him than she had been before. She unclenched her coupled hands, putting them slightly behind her back on either side of her body before more than likely bunching them into uncomfortable loose fists. There was no anger, only discomfort." Did you need anything? I can't imagine you're just wandering the halls so late at night searching for a sense of clarity."

At the risk of seeming unpleasant or possibly even rude, V decided to make the executive decision to have a meaningful discussion with her for a moment. He had nothing to gain by lying. "I was wondering the very same thing about you, though it may not be my place to. You seem anxious… and you don't seem like the sort to wander anxiously through your own home. But to answer your question, I was looking for a phone. I wanted to call someone. I suppose I just need to get something off of my chest."

Willow stared at him quietly for a moment, seemingly thinking about what he'd said. For a moment, V was concerned that he had upset her before she nodded and something akin to a soft smile spread across her face. It seemed that she understood what he meant by that statement and wasn't upset by it. He was strangely relieved by that fact. He didn't know her enough to have a concrete reason to be worried about what she thought of him, but either way, he didn't like being an ungrateful guest.

"Are you sure you're your father's son? I don't believe he's ever worded anything in such a thoughtful manner in his entire life. He cared little for causing me upset, but I suppose I did cause quite a bit of grief myself." She seemed to drift off for a moment, thinking of a bygone time and her youth with what we're clearly nostalgia glasses. He got the impression that his father and this woman probably didn't view that memory the same way. Actually, knowing Vergil, he probably didn't remember what she was thinking about in the first place. He'd noticed that his father seemed to have a habit of not recalling things that were important to others because they had meant very little to him at the time. Fleeting moments in an otherwise negligible experience. But he couldn't really fold him for that. It wasn't really a character flaw so much as it just wasn't a lack of awareness of what other people were paying attention to. That was a common enough thing for people to do.

Something akin to a small smirk graced his lips for a moment. "Perhaps it's a product of not meeting him until later in my life." He couldn't be sure why he'd felt the need to divulge that, but it almost felt good to get that off of his chest. There was a strange sort of tension that came with the moments when people asked him about his childhood or his past, not realizing how drastically different it probably was from what they assumed it to be. But he wasn't ashamed of that so much as he just wasn't entirely ready to talk about it to other people. But even given that fact, there was something about this moment that allowed him the levity to speak his mind.

The look of genuine surprise that crossed her face was admittedly unexpected on his part, but she nodded in solemn agreement. He remembered Magnolia telling him that their mother and father had passed away when they had been teenagers. Perhaps he had brought up a memory or a feeling that she could relate to. After all, it had seemingly torn their family apart at the seams. "I suppose that makes sense... There's a phone over here. Feel free to borrow it. Though you can't walk off anywhere with it. It's a landline."

He nodded in agreement, appreciating her assistance. She then gave him a small smile and turned to go back to what she was doing, bowing as if to dismiss herself. It seemed that once again he had dismissed her original assumption as to the family structure of another person that she knew. He wondered where that came from with her, but he couldn't say that he was bothered by it. He didn't really care enough to be.

But with that in mind, perhaps it would be best to go and use that phone now. There was no telling when Sirrus would wake up, and he genuinely needed to talk to Nero. With the difficult time that he was having right now, he felt like perhaps his little brother was the only person that would truly understand. He just hoped he wasn't disturbing him. After all, it was late. The last thing that he wanted to do was wake the children or their long-suffering parents. Kyrie and Nero deserved more than that.

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For a moment there I actually thought that today was Friday. Lol, nope! It's Tuesday! See you on Friday, and the new readers who have joined between now and the last few chapters! It's always wonderful to have new people around and to answer any questions that you all have! Hope to see you in the comment section, and I'll see you all again on Friday! And if you see any errors, let me know! I went over this twice, but I still feel like I might have missed a few little things.

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sugarbooger513 · 3 years

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Holding On (Chapter One)

I love writing OCs so much. This is the beginning to a fun JJK fic I had some ideas for. It will include spoilers and end up straying from the canon story. Please beware of that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3

Mara belongs to @katgalle

Warnings: soft Gojo, mentions of guns, Gojo being... well, Gojo.

How long had it been exactly? Nine, maybe ten years? Nova blinks slowly before closing her eyes. It hadn't exactly hit her that she was back where she grew up. Maybe Tokyo hasn't changed much.

Sadly, she had changed a lot from that day.

She can still remember the laughter they would share. The simplest things would send them both into fits of hysteria. She hasn't looked at stupid cat videos the same since her second year of high school.

"Nova? Are you asleep?" "If you thought I was asleep," Nova sighs softly, "why would you ask?" When she peeks her eyes open, Mara smiles sweetly. "Ah, just thought I would be a bit polite. How are you feeling about moving back?" Nova's nose scrunches slightly. "It hasn't hit me yet."

Nova knows that Mara can read her better than she lets on. It's the curse of being twins.

"What about you? We've been in Osaka quite a while now." "Well, I can't say I'll miss it. I don't care where we go. It's just nice still being beside you." Nova can't help but smile softly. Truly, Mara has been there when she had no obligation to be.

When Nova's phone rings, she answers it with a sigh. "We should be pulling into the stop within the next ten minutes or so, Aunt Cammie." "Oh, good! I can't wait to see you two again!"

That's one of two reasons Nova can think it's a good thing to move back home. Aunt Cammie gave up her entire life to move to Japan in order to raise the twins. She could have allowed them to go into foster care, but she didn't. She could have forced them to move back to America with her and leave behind everything they ever knew, but she didn't.

Shortly before the twins went into high school, both of their parents were killed by a special grade curse. The worst part was that their mother wasn't even a Jujutsu sorcerer. She just happened to be around their father when it attacked.

"We'll see you in a few. Love you." "Love you too, sweet pea." When she lowers her phone, Mara places a gentle hand on her sister's shoulder. "She's been texting me non stop since we got on the bus." "Yeah, I kinda figured she would. She's excited to have us home."

"You called it home, Nova." "I'm trying to get over what happened. I really am. It just hurts." Mara leans over, resting her head comfortably on her twin's shoulder. "You're allowed to grieve as long as you need to, sis."

They stay quiet for the rest of the bus ride, casually leaning against one another. When it finally comes to a stop, the first thing they see from the window is their Aunt's flaming red hair, which both of them somehow inherited.

Mara races off the bus, grabbing her suitcases on the way, while Nova takes her time making sure everything was taken off the bus. Before walking off, she leaves the driver a tip.

"Nova!" Aunt Cammie engulfs her niece in a tight hug full of love. Nova drops her bags so she can return it. "I missed you girls so much. It's been so long." "I now, Aunt Cammie, but we're here now." She places both of her hands on Nova's face to stare lovingly into the eyes that match her dear sister's.

"You both still look so much like your mother." "Somehow we got your fiery hair though." Mara giggles and makes a point by swishing her flaming red hair around. Aunt Cammie gives both girls a kiss on the cheek before she starts helping them load her car.

"Your rooms are set up just like they used to be, right next to each other. I put some new sheets and blankets on the beds, new carpets are in the rooms, and- " "Aunt Cammie," Nova stops her aunt's ranting, "we still plan on getting out own place. For Christ's sake, we're twenty-seven."

Cammie's smile makes both girls feel a bit lighter. "I know, baby. I don't expect you two to stay long, but I want you to know that you will always have a home with me. I don't care what age you are."

Mara spends the entire ride singing her head off with Aunt Cammie in the front. Nova's phone starts exploding with texts from her second reason for coming back.

'I can't believe you're back! We have to catch up ASAP! Coffee later?' 'I didn't take you as a coffee person, but that sounds amazing.' 'Really, I'm not. The shit makes me feel like some old geezer, but I remember how you would get some every morning before school. Is your sister going to hang out with us?' 'Maybe? It'll depend on how well she can compose herself. I'm not sure how much she knows about you now.'

"We're home! Nova, what are you doing?" "Just texting a friend. He wants to hang out today, so we're making plans." Aunt Cammie grins like the she-devil she can be. "Really? I'm so glad!"

Mara had already made her way out of the car to start unpacking, so Nova does her best to catch up, but the twin is just too excited to be back home and races ahead of her into the house. "Well," Cammie rubs the back of her neck, "that probably isn't good." "What did you do?"

"Uhh, well, your friend had texted me this morning and asked if he could hide out here so he could greet you as soon as you got back.." Nova's eyes widen in shock. "It.. wouldn't happen to be the friend from high school, would it?" Cammie laughs a bit awkwardly. "The white haired boy.. that Mara always had that massive crush on..?" Nova drops her bags and races into the house without another thought.

Once she makes it inside, she sees Mara staring, slightly confused as the tall man towers beside her. "Why are you in my aunt's house, dude?" "Huh, you aren't running from me? Does that mean you're over that high school crush?" To Nova's own surprise, Mara only tilts her head. "Who are you again?"

The sound of that question is enough to make Nova let out a snort of laughter. The sound catches Gojo's attention, and he smiles brightly. "There's the woman I wanted to see." Gojo slips past Mara with a soft pat on the head.

Nova doesn't really expect Gojo to hug her, but he puts his infinity down just to wrap his long arms around her. Her head rests just below his shoulders. "Gojo," she laughs and places her arms around his lanky body, "I've missed you so much." "I've missed you, too. I see you haven't gotten any taller." "And I see you've grown even more, fucking string bean." He lets out a small chuckle as he pulls away from her.

"Sorry about the surprise. I just wanted to see you." "No, I appreciate it a lot. It's nice knowing you still care." Gojo's gorgeous blue eyes seem to sparkle behind his sunglasses. "Of course I do. Keeping in touch for nine years would make most people bored out of their minds, but I'm not like any other person."

Despite him trying to be cocky, he has a point. Anyone else she went to school with stopped talking to her less than a year after she moved. While they didn't talk daily, Gojo always sent her random texts throughout the week.

"I know, Gojo. Trust me," she walks forward and lays her head back on him, "I know. I'm so glad to have you back." His long fingers rake through her red curls effortlessly. "I'm right here, Nova. I'll be here as long as you need me to be."

"I didn't get to say good morning to you, Satoru! It's nice to see you again." Gojo chuckles and gives aunt Cammie a quick hug. "I should visit more often, work just keeps me away." "Well," she smacks his arm softly, "I hope Nova will entice you to come over more." "Of course, Aunt Cammie."

"Nova, love," Gojo leans to whisper in her ear, "tell Mara to put the gun away." "Mara! You know Gojo!" Mara scoffs slightly. "Can't believe I didn't recognize him. Sorry, I don't well to men showing up form nowhere." "Technically," Gojo turns to face her, "you showed up here. I've been here for at least an hour." "I still have a gun out. DO you want to continue this argument?"

He smirks, suddenly leaning down close enough that Nova can see his lips brush against her ear. Mara's eyes widen in shock as he chuckles. "Go ahead, sweetie. I want you to do it."

Nova can't help but let a small fit of laughter escape her, which earns her the look of all death looks. "Anyways," Gojo leans back up and turns to walk out the door, "I'm gonna pull my car around. I owe you a coffee date. Don't keep me waiting, baby."

Once he shuts the front door behind him, Nova sighs softly. "One of these days I'm going to- Holy shit, Mara! Your face is so fucking red!" Mara hides her now tomato colored face in her hands with a small squeal.

"I know it is! Damn it, I thought I was over his dumb ass!" Nova rubs the back of her neck. "Well, you didn't run from him this time." "Oh, I wanted to. I really wanted to, but instead I summoned my fucking glock!"

Aunt Cammie takes over calming Mara down while Nova rushes off with a bag to change. Opening her old bedroom door hits her with a wave of nostalgia. It really is how she left it.

On the bed is a basket filled with all kinds of goodies from Aunt Cammie. She even remembered that Nova's favorite animal is a buffalo, and included a cute stuffed one.

However, when she starts digging through the basket, she notices a few pictures that she printed off.

The first is one of Aunt Cammie, Mara, and herself. It had to have been long before the girls' parents passed away. Actually, if she remembers correctly, it's form the first time they met Aunt Cammie on a trip to America. They were no older than four.

The second picture is one of the girls getting accepted to Jujutsu Tech. Aunt Cammie must have taken the picture because the girls were busy being hugged to near death by their parents.

The third one is form her graduation. Gojo had graduated the year before she did, and he made it to her graduation when he wasn't sure he would be able to. In this picture, he has his arms around her and his face buried in her red curls. Truly, he was the only non family member she ever went to after her second year.

The last one has a note attached to it. She places it aside to stare at the picture. It had to be from her first year of high school. She was sitting on a pier, and next to her was a boy. His raven colored hair was pulled into a man bun. Behind their backs, his hand was on top of hers, almost enclosing the entire thing.

Thinking of that day brings tears to her eyes. She places it on her bedside table to grab the letter.

Nova baby,

I doubt this picture will bring you a real smile, but when I saw it in your box of memories I had to pull it out. No matter what life looks like now for him, or even for you, the two of you shared something special. Despite him only being a stepping stone in your life, he helped shape you into the strong woman you are today. Don't think about who he became because that isn't the same boy you found your happiness in. Think of the boy who made it a point to buy you flowers once a week before school, the boy who always asked me permission to take you to dinner, the boy who you and Gojo spent hours with daily. Think of the boy who loved everything about you. I love you babygirl, and I know that your journey in life has just begun.

Aunt Cammie

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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pirate king (74) || atz

The two of you have been drifting for an awfully long time now.

You don’t know exactly how long you’d been passed out for, or what exactly you’d been dreaming off when you were asleep, but when you’d come to, you’d realised that you were on a raft… floating all alone in the middle of a sea of great blue.

Well, all alone except for your captain lying next to you, at least.

You hadn’t remembered falling asleep, and you had most certainly not with your captain’s arms wrapped around you protectively, your head tucked into his shoulder. When you had awakened, the smell of sea salt and warm sun nudging insistently against your senses, you had startled and very nearly upended the entire raft that your lives depended on.

Now, however, you’re content with watching the gentle sunlight filtering between the clouds reflecting of the waves. You sit at the edge of the raft carefully, resisting the urge to dip your toes in the bottomless ocean, shoals of rainbow fish inspect your raft curiously and their scales glinting iridescent under liquid diamonds while you wait for your captain to awake.

The sea is calm, the sky is a soft forget-me-not blue, and if you didn’t know any better, you can almost believe that you’re back on the deck of the Treasure.

How’s Wooyoung doing? Does he know that you and your captain are missing? Is your master with him, comforting him right now as Yeosang and Mingi furiously wrack their minds for where the two of you could have gone?

For some reason, though, you’re not the least bit worried. The sea is calm, and so are you.

All of a sudden, there’s a groan behind you, and you turn around to see your captain attempting to sit up, one hand on his head - where a painful knot had bloomed from a hit he’d received from earlier - and he had lost his eyepatch sometime during the massive storm. Now one green eye blinks blearily, clouded with sleep, and then fixes on you. There’s a hint of confusion, before it clears and his lips part to form a word.

“Chin Hae?”

“You’re finally awake.” You say brightly, turning around to look at him. For you, he manages a smile, and sits up completely, the last, tattered rags of his red jacket that you’d put around his shoulders falling into his lap.

Hongjoong picks it up, inspects it briefly, and laughs, dropping it onto the raft. “So that’s it for you, old friend.”

You wince sheepishly, turning to look at him more clearly. He’s dressed simply now, in a white shirt and his patchwork pants, green eye clear as an emerald sea. “I might have done the last blow to it... it was pretty beaten up so I tore up some parts of it and used it to clean the blood off your face.”

Your captain lets out a little laugh and shakes his head. “Well, we’re both alive, so I have no complaints. It’s a pity I lost that rope, though.” His smile turns a hint fainter, nostalgia painted on his face. “It was the last memory I had of her.”

You glance over at him. “Your benefactor? That was her only gift to you when you were abandoned on that island, am I right?”

He nods quietly, fondly gazing out at the ocean. “Maybe it returned to the sea, like where she came from. But,” a playful twinkle comes into his eyes, “that isn’t the only gift she gave me. Look at this.”

Curiously, you lean over as your captain kneels at the water’s edge, sliding his fingers into the warm water. The fish at your raft scatter for a moment, startled by the sudden intrusion, but then come up to him boldly, without fear, seemingly exploring his hand.

But that isn’t the only thing that happens. In your belly, you feel a gentle tug, then all of a sudden the water shifts and the raft starts moving.

“The blessing of a sea god, huh...” Hongjoong says quietly, as the raft picks up speed, although there isn’t a sail to catch the wind in the least. “The sea will always be on your side, she told me. I guess it has, for most of my life since then. That’s why,” he turns to smile at you, and warmth settles in your chest. “The two of us will be fine. The sea connects everything, the crew will definitely find us, and take us home. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

You study him for a second, and then nod. “I wasn’t really worried, but thanks for the reassurance, captain.” Hongjoong looks a little startled before he laughs awkwardly, scratching his head with a boyish grin that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Oh... just pretend that I didn’t say anything, then.” He sits next to you, and the sea breeze caresses your face gently. Suddenly your captain laughs aloud, lying back on the raft, and you turn around to see him looking the most carefree you’ve ever seen him, his one green eye twinkling.

“We were pretty stupid, weren’t we?”

“I think that would be an understatement,” you say, and then Hongjoong breaks out into peals of laughter. It’s a beautiful sound, clear and bright, and one that you feel that you don’t hear often enough on the Treasure. You suppose that as Captain, Hongjoong still needs to maintain some sort of authority, but now it seems like he fully intends to make the most use of the time he has as a simple man on a raft.

Glad that you’ve been able to make him smile, you turn away for a second to hide the flush you feel on your cheeks, but then suddenly you feel a tug on your sleeve.

When you look at your captain, he grins at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Have you ever heard of drinking a fish?”

You stare.

What?

>>>

Hongjoong squats precariously at the edge of the raft, a crudely fashioned fishing spear in hand, made from a loose piece of timber pried from the raft and the long nail that had once held it in place.

“Captain, drinking a fish sounds... weird.” You tell him, but Hongjoong simply continues to focus on the fish darting about beneath the surface of the water, spear poised and eyes shining with determination.

Another few minutes of silence pass by and your captain hasn’t moved an inch, so you decide to reach out and tug lightly at his shoulder to pull him back. “It’s okay, captain, I mean, we aren’t starving yet or anything-”

He lunges.

“Captain!” You shriek, barely managing to grab onto the back of his shirt before he goes toppling into the water. As a result, the two of you nearly go splashing about in the ocean with the fish he was trying so hard to catch, until your captain whirls around nimbly, one arm coming up to pull you hard against his chest before you fall into the ocean.

“I’m fine!” He laughs jovially, and before you can tell your heart to stop trying to jump out of your mouth, he holds up his fishing spear. To your surprise, a large, silver fish wriggles on the end, attempting to leap back into the ocean. Hongjoong pins it to the raft, grinning at you excitably with a child’s delight in his eyes. “Got it!”

For some reason, your heart stumbles. It’s rare you see your captain so happy, so unrestrained. Laughing over something so small like catching a single fish? It’s like you’re discovering new facets to him that you would have never had the opportunity to on board on the Treasure, and for some reason, getting tossed into the middle of nowhere doesn’t seem as bad as it sounds if your captain can smile like this.

He wrestles the fish off the hook, and immediately the waves pick up again, pushing you to god knows where. The fish is large, about as long as his hands put together, and he presents it to you proudly. “Success, Chin Hae! Maybe we don’t need the Treasure after all!”

You stare at him for a second, but his smile is infectious and you fight to keep yours at bay. “Captain, we caught one fish. Seonghwa-oppa calls me a big eater, you know.”

“I’ll catch ten fish for you, then.” He says earnestly, holding up his fishing spear and eye impossibly soft. “We could live out here on a tiny raft and go where the current takes us. Settle on shore in a small fishing town and be a fisherman, not too well known but friendly with everyone.” His voice suddenly dips into nostalgia, pulling at your heartstrings. “Watching the sun rise over the sea every dawn and living a peaceful life with all of the crew, without fighting or running.”

You look at him quietly, legs tugged up to your chest as he begins to cut into the fish with a small knife and a steady, skilled hand. “Is that... is that what you want?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a fisherman when I was a kid.” Is all he says as he slices the fish in half easily, looking out to sea before he lets out a humorless chuckle. “My father always told me I was destined for something bigger, to be the key and map to whatever to his treasure, but I became a pirate. Nothing like the quiet life I dreamed about.” He turns to look at you, and his eye holds such gentleness you feel like you want to cry. “ It was worth it, though. To meet the rest of the crew, and to meet you.”

You look at your feet, rocking back and forth quietly. “Well, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. Maybe your father was right when he said you were destined for something greater. All of the crew, we didn’t have homes until we found you and the Treasure. So thank you for giving us a family, captain.”

A small, secret smile tugs at Hongjoong’s lips, but he doesn’t look at you. A hint of red dusts along his high cheekbones. “You know, no one in a family calls each other captain. So you should call me-”

“I guess we’re not family then.” You answer instantly and Hongjoong pouts, pulling apart the fish with his fingers. “That’s so mean of you, Chin Hae. When we get back, I’m going to use my authority to make you call me Hongjoong.”

You laugh, fingers folding around the key in the pocket of your pants. “When we get back... I’ll have a gift for you.”

He eyes you suspiciously. “It’s not a doll, is it? Seonghwa’s traumatised me enough with those, and I don’t need a repeat of the Pom Pom incident, thanks.”

You shudder. No one needs a repeat of the Pom Pom incident, you think. Hongjoong then holds up the sliced fish to you with a wide grin on his face. “Now, bottoms up!”

You stare at him.

“Huh?”

“You can’t drink the sea water, but if you ever need to survive on a raft, you can get drinkable fluid from big fishes.” Hongjoong announces, waving the fish in front of you. Its bulbous eyes meet yours and you make a face. “What do you mean?”

“Watch carefully.” Hongjoong tells you, and lowers his mouth to the fish. You gape in silent horror as his lips wrap around the fish - the fish’s eyeball! - and sucks hard.

Before you can shriek, there’s a soft pop sound and Hongjoong swallows cheerfully, looking up at you. An eyeball stares back at you from between his teeth, and you instantly cover your eyes from the sight. “Dehydration seems like a good option now, thanks.”

“Aww, come on. These are survival skills I picked up living on the island. Dying is one hell of a motivator, you know.” He offers you the fish again, but his smile is cheeky, teasing like you’ve never seen it before. It makes your heart stumble, fall and fly all at once. “Give it a go!”

“No!”

You laugh, pulling away. You wobble a little on the raft, but Hongjoong is by your side in an instant, fingers wrapped around your wrist to keep you upright. It feels like you’re the only two people in the world.

It feels nice.

It’s almost... almost like you could forget...

Suddenly inexplicably content, you sit down on the raft and lie back, eyes closed. Hongjoong peers at you from above, fish still cradled in his hands. “Chin Hae?”

You look at him, his ruffled, windblown hair, the slight catlike curve of his lips, the green of his eye, the pattern of the scar over his eye, and look even more. More memories, more things to remember.

So that when you leave, you’ll be taking more with you than you’d come with.

In response, you smile and simply say, “nothing.” You should tell captain, you hear your master say in your head. But in response to his words, you simply grin and hold out a hand to him.

“Come on, captain.”

You hear him let out a humored huff, before the raft rocks a little when he lies down next to you. His hand wraps around your human one, and he looks up at the sky, blue and clear and unending. You watch him for a while, before your gaze follows his and you reason with yourself.

Just a little while longer.

In the distance, you see a dark shape approaching on the horizon. Home, your heart tells you, but another voice, quieter, more still whispers in your ear gently. It’s your final destination now, ****.

Please.

Your fingers wrap around his, and he interlaces his with yours, eternally warm, impossibly tender.

Just a bit longer with him.

Unconsciously, your wooden hand drifts to your ankles, and a bittersweet smile pulls at your lips.

Just a bit longer with them.

And when your eyes close, you think you see a little boy standing in front of you, rope in hand as he looks up at you with a single familiar green eye, filled with raw emotion.

What’s your name?

And in your dream, you finally tell him.

It’s Chin Hae.

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