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[kiarastromboli]

Teach me 4 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part. 1 Part.2 Part.3

Mesterlist.

Warning: Bit of angst, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Two years have passed since Chris and Y/N's breakup. Many things have changed, but apparently not the feelings Y/N has for Chris. But how will her return to Boston for the summer holidays unfold when she knows she hasn't moved on?

Note : I'm sorry for making you wait so long for this fourth part. I just wanted to make sure I did it right. Despite everything, I'm still afraid this part won't please you as much, and I apologize if the result isn't what you expected. I did my best.

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"Julia, stop, that's enough," I said, bursting into laughter at the excited screams of my best friend on the other end of the line.

"Stop?? It's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other, y/n. How do you expect me to keep calm when I'm going to see you in less than 24 hours?" She said, overexcited, and I could hear her fidgeting in every direction.

Indeed, it had been a while since I left Boston. After my parents sent me to the other side of the country, I started researching universities nearby. At the end of high school, I wasted no time in enrolling and starting my studies.

I had successfully completed my first year at the university, and now it was summer vacation. My parents agreed to let me return to Boston to enjoy my break with them and my friends.

As for my relationship with my parents... Let's say things are different, but the distance imposed on us did me good. I had finally started to live for myself, and many things had changed in my life. As for them, they were content because my results were excellent, and they could see that I had gained autonomy and maturity since my departure.

Anyway, two years had passed, and my life had changed a lot, but I was so happy to finally be back in Boston.

"Yeah, I know," I said, chuckling. "I can't wait to see you and the others," I said, turning around to lie on my back in my bed.

"We'll have to organize a party for your return!" Julia screamed in my ears.

"No, Ju, please, that's enough," I said, moving the phone away from my ear a bit, which she had just shattered again.

"Huh huh, anyway, you don't have a choice. Mom's not here for 3 days, and it's perfect for the party we're going to have when you get back!" She said, emphasizing the word 'party.'

"Juliaaaa!" I said, sighing. "Who are you even planning to invite to this party? It's not like I had a hundred friends back in high school," I said, laughing.

"We don't care, y/n. Who would refuse a party in a big house during summer vacation? I'll invite our group of friends and then check with the old art group from high school." She started to say, "Oh, and why not the football team! And the lacrosse team and the school mascot! Oh my god, I wonder if he still has his costume; that would be hilarious!" She said, laughing.

The Lacrosse team, Chris.

From that moment on, my mind went on pause, and I didn't really pay attention to what Julia was saying.

It had been so long since I had heard about him. After my departure, I hadn't received any news from him. And it was my fault. Every time Julia tried to talk to me about him, I immediately shut down. I thought with time the pain would fade, but it was false. Four months after my departure, my heart still bled as much as the last time he passed by my window. I had done everything to stop thinking about him and turn the page, and I had done it so well that I almost forgot that by returning to Boston, I would also be returning to him.

"Y/n, are you listening?" Julia said, raising her voice, bringing me back to reality.

"Huh? What? Sorry, Julia, I'm exhausted. I think I need to rest for tomorrow; the journey will be long. Can I call you back later?" I said, stuttering a bit, still destabilized by my thoughts.

"Yeah, sure, don't worry. See you tomorrow. Love you, bye," she said warmly.

"Love you, bye," I said with a small smile before hanging up and placing my phone next to me.

Chris.

Is it normal that my heart still bleeds so much for a high school crush? Am I just too sensitive? Is it because he's the only man I've ever let into my heart until now?

Questions kept piling up in my mind, and no matter how much I shook my head, they wouldn't leave me.

Anxiety eventually took over the excitement. What will happen if we see each other again? Will we even meet? Does he still think about me too? Is his heart still bleeding as well? Did he drown in sorrow when our story ended?

More and more questions. I better close my eyes; tomorrow is a big day...

_______

My morning passed extremely quickly. I woke up a bit late, so I was in a hurry. I got ready quickly, gathered my things, and said goodbye to my roommate not to miss my flight.

My parents picked me up at the airport, and I didn't expect warm hugs, but it was still hurtful to barely get a 'how are you?' The whole ride to the house was filled with discussions about my results and how my life was going there.

It had been a while since I saw them, so I just decided to suck it up, smile, and play the perfect little girl I always portrayed in Boston.

"No, I'm just saying that just because your results are satisfactory doesn't mean you don't need extra courses, you know, those things look good on your record," my mother continued to ramble when we finally arrived home.

God, this journey felt longer than my high school years!

"Yeah, I know, Mom. I'll think about it; can we discuss it later? I'm tired," I said before leaving the car.

Once my suitcase was unpacked, I thought I would have a moment of respite to finally collapse into my bed and rest from this exhausting start to the day. But that was without counting on the stormy arrival of my best friend.

"Y/NNNNN!!!" she screamed, rushing towards me to hug me.

With fatigue and confusion, it took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed her standing in front of me, and suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by my emotions. Tears started to well up, blurring my vision.

"Oh my god, Ju'!" I said, stammering and nervously laughing.

"If you start crying, you know I'll cry too, so stop that right now," she warned me, furrowing her brows not to start crying herself.

"Sorry, sorry!" I said, chuckling and wiping my eyes. "I missed you so much!!" I said, shaking my hands before hugging her again.

I spent the rest of my day with her, talking about everything that had changed in my life since my departure, and for the first time in a long time, I felt genuinely good.

I felt like I was recharging, regaining all the positive energy I had been missing.

"Anyway, you know me; I wasn't going to let a jerk like him talk to me like that. So, I preferred to end our relationship, and it's for the best!" Julia told me.

She had just told me about her latest relationship with one of the lacrosse team players from our high school, and as usual, I couldn't help but think of him.

"Are you sure everything's okay, y/n? Since I started talking about Tom, I feel like you're not really here anymore?" she asked, concerned.

"No! Well, yes, it's okay; don't worry. It's just that—" I began to say before cutting myself off with a sigh. "It's nothing; it's just my return here made me rethink everything that happened before I left," I confessed.

"You mean what happened with Chris?" she said, giving me a sympathetic look. "Sorry, I know we're not supposed to talk about him. Excuse me, I forgot—" she added before I interrupted her.

"No, Julia, it's fine; it's okay. I'm better; I assure you it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied, smiling and grabbing her hand. "I'm better, I promise it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied.

"You know I love you," she said, smiling and squeezing my hand.

"Yeah, I know, I love you too," I replied, chuckling.

After this little discussion, Julia stayed overnight at my place. I eventually gave in and agreed to have the party at her house.

Deep down, I had a bit of hope to come across Chris. I know I shouldn't, but it's stronger than me...

I mean, I would like to know what he's become. Has he continued with lacrosse? Did he go to university? Or has he found a job he's passionate about? Does he still smoke? Has he rebuilt his life with other girls after me?

In a way, I wanted to know to reassure myself that he was doing better and that what I did didn't hurt him too much.

But on the other hand, selfishly, I hoped he had waited for me, that he hadn't seen other girls, and that he was still hoping, just like me, that one day we would meet again.

And God, I know how contradictory it is of me to hope for that when that night I made it clear to him that there would be no chance of things working out. But no matter how much I fought against what I wanted, I knew that my heart was still in his hands, and his alone.

I hate myself for being so stupid and not being able to move on, even though it was just a relationship between two completely lost teenagers for a few weeks.

But I had never experienced anything so genuine. Every conversation, every look, every caress, and every kiss haunt me...

They're still there in a corner of my mind, even though I try to push them away and tell myself it's for the best. My soul screams at me to find his. Maybe that was my punishment—for making him believe that our story could last, for making him believe that the girl he truly loved existed when it wasn't the case.

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"Are you sure it doesn't bother you that the lacrosse team is here tonight?" Julia asked me for the hundredth time today.

After our little pajama party at my place last night, we went to her place in the afternoon to prepare for the party tonight.

We were finishing getting ready, and people were supposed to arrive any minute.

"Ju', as I've repeated to you throughout the day, it's fine, it doesn't bother me. And besides, if you don't invite the lacrosse team, what excuse will you find to invite your little Tom and make him regret it?" I said mockingly to tease her.

"Ahaha, very funny. You know very well that I would have found a way, one way or another, to make him regret it!" she added, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder, making me chuckle.

"No, more seriously, y/n, if you're not ready to see Chris tonight, I don't mind kicking the lacrosse team out of the party," she added, becoming serious again.

I sighed before responding, "You know, anyway, I can't ignore him for the rest of my life."

"Julia, I know you're worried about me, but it's behind me, I promise it'll be fine," I reassured her with a reassuring smile.

She began to open her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell at the entrance.

"Well, it looks like the party is about to start!" she said all hysterical, and I followed her downstairs to welcome the first people.

In the span of thirty minutes, the house filled with teenagers ready to have a blast.

There were mostly people from our old high school; we barely knew half of them, but as Julia had told me, no one refuses a party in a big house like hers during the summer vacation.

It quickly turned into chaos; people were absolutely everywhere, and bottles of alcohol were aplenty, but still no sign of Chris on the horizon.

The party was in full swing; it was almost midnight, and in my despair of not seeing Chris show up, I ended up giving in and joining the game like everyone else, downing drinks one after another, which was not really in my usual habits.

Maybe it was better this way; the more alcoholic beverages passed through my throat, the less Chris haunted my mind. After all, maybe that was my solution.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" I said, bumping into a guy with my head down, making him drop his phone.

I bent down to pick it up before him, and when I raised my head, I came face to face with a face I knew all too well.

"Y/n?" the tall brunet said, looking surprised.

It took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed Matt in front of me.

Chris's brother...

"Oh my god, Matt," I said, surprised. "You're the last person I expected to see tonight!" I said, chuckling.

"And I thought you were on the other side of the country!" he said, also chuckling before opening his arms to hug me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked once our embrace was over.

If I had been a little more sober, this situation would probably have worried me, but at the moment, I was just happy to see him. Matt and I had spent very little time together, but just enough for meeting him at this party to make me super happy.

"I came back for the holidays," I replied, smiling.

"Oh, that's great," he said, smiling too. "You could have at least let us know!" he added, laughing.

"Hey, relax, I just arrived yesterday," I said, rolling my eyes.

Our conversation quickly ended, giving way to an awkward silence. So, without really thinking, I asked him the first question that came to my mind, "Did you come alone ?"

"Oh, um..." he began to say before taking a pause, as if he didn't really know if he should continue or not. "No, I came with my brothers," he said, clearing his throat and running his hand over his neck.

Chris is here.

Suddenly, everything clicked in my head; it was obvious how stupid my question was.

My head started spinning; alcohol seemed to take hold of me even more. It was as if realizing he was there for real had suddenly spiked my blood alcohol level.

"Are you okay, y/n?" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder, looking worried as he saw me pale.

"Um, yeah - yeah, don't worry, I'm just - I've had a bit to drink, you know, it's not really my thing!" I said with a nervous laugh, trying to hide my distress at the moment.

"Do you want me to get you a glass of water? Or something else? I'm sorry if it's me who put you in this state by talking about—" he started to say before I cut him off.

"No! - Matt, it's fine, everything's okay, it's not your fault. I'm just, I just need some fresh air, that's all," I added.

"Um, okay, do you want me to come with you?" he asked, and I could feel how uncomfortable he felt for me at that moment, and that was really the last thing I wanted.

"That's really nice, Matt, but it's okay, thank you. I'll be fine," I told him with a smile before walking towards the exit.

As I moved through the crowd, I prayed not to run into Chris. I didn't want to see him. I thought I was ready and that it was what I needed, but the state I am in right now proves otherwise.

Fuck this shit, I'm going to need more alcohol for sure to handle this.

In my rush towards the exit, I grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I saw lying around, whiskey - it couldn't get any harder.

Damn, will I ever manage to move on? Am I destined to feel like this for the rest of my days?

Finally reaching the front door, I felt my eyes fill with tears, making my vision completely blurry.

Once outside on the porch, I placed the bottle on the small coffee table there, sat on the outdoor couch, and allowed a few tears to flow.

I could hear the muffled sound of music inside, and paradoxically, the cicadas and the silence of the night outside.

A few minutes ago, I was fine, happy, enjoying the party with my friends, and it took me going back to thinking about him to ruin everything.

Physically, I wasn't doing that bad; I didn't feel the need to vomit or anything. I just had a bit of a spinning head and trouble standing up.

Mentally, though, it was a different story.

My sobbing was interrupted by a noise coming from a little further in the garden.

I raised my head with a start to scan the surroundings, wiping away my tears. I especially didn't want anyone to see the only girl crying at this party. I was already not considered a cool girl at school, but this would have been the icing on the cake.

There shouldn't be anyone outside; Julia had made it clear that she didn't want anyone in her mom's garden.

I spotted a silhouette in the dark, and eventually, I caught the smell of a joint. So, I sighed before getting up to get closer.

"Get out of here, idiot! Julia doesn't want anyone in her garden. It's not that complicated to follow such a simple rule," I shouted at the stranger, rolling my eyes.

He approached me until he reached the point where the porch light could illuminate him.

I took a step back, completely thrown off when I recognized his face.

"Sorry, I just got here. I didn't know we weren't allowed to hang out in the garden," he replied softly, keeping a reasonable distance from me.

"Chris?" that's all that could come out of my mouth at that moment; I was completely bewildered. What was I supposed to do at that moment?

My tears started to flow again, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Chris stood there, not saying anything. He was as lost as I was at that moment, but I could see that seeing me cry was far from a pleasant thing for him.

He seemed hesitant, shook his head, and muttered to himself, rolling his eyes, "Fuck this."

The next moment, he took me into his arms, letting my head rest against his chest. It was as if he understood without me needing to express myself.

I broke down, letting my tears flow; that's what I needed—his arms around me. He held me tight, and I simply didn't want this moment to end. With my right hand, I clung to his t-shirt as if my life depended on it.

"Y/n, shhhh," he whispered, caressing my hair when my breathing became irregular due to my sobs.

I couldn't breathe; I felt suffocated. The more tears that fell, the worse it got, but, on the other hand, it felt good. All these emotions I had buried, all these tears I had prevented from flowing, were finally coming out.

"Y/n, calm down," he said, grabbing my cheeks with his hands and bringing his face to mine to look me in the eyes.

"Hey, look at me, look at me, breathe, everything's fine," he reassured me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I-I'm so—" I tried to speak, but I couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so sorry, Chris," I said with a broken and fragile voice, shaking my head.

"Y/n, it's okay, stop," he said, pinching his lips, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes, despite his efforts to suppress them.

"What I did—" I started, trying to calm down, "what I did to you—I had no right to do that. I'm sorry, Chris," I said, letting my head fall once again against his chest and starting to cry even harder.

"Y/n," he said, seizing my face again to look at me, "Y/n, I’m not mad at you. Look at me, I'm fine, everything's fine; it's behind us."

"It's not behind me, Chris," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.

"It's not behind me at all. It continues to eat me up inside every day! I tried for two years!" I told him with a forced laugh, wiping my tears. "Two years, Chris, two years trying everything to get you out of my head and to stop hoping that things would go back to normal!" I added.

"Y/n—" he said, passing his hand over his face before I cut him off.

"How can you not resent me after what I did to you!?" I said, completely lost.

"Because that's life, y/n!" he said, raising his voice and advancing towards me.

"Because people come in and out of your life, tearing your heart out against their will!" he added, and I just closed my mouth; I didn't expect him to express himself like this.

"Y/n, I could have chosen to hate you, yes, it's true! I could have chosen to keep acting like an idiot and keep destroying myself slowly, as I did in the first months after you left!" he continued to say, carried away by his emotions.

"But what would it have served? What would it have served to keep making the same mistakes all my life?" he asked, and I simply nodded, dumbfounded.

"Y/n, I tried to hate you to make the pill go down more easily, believe me. But how could I hate a girl like you?" he asked, tears in his eyes.

"How could I hate the only woman who managed to open my heart and show me that there's always hope?" he continued, this time advancing towards me, and my heart started racing in my chest.

"I got my act together because you deserved someone better. You deserved to know that I was doing well, and I knew! Believe me, I knew how much you blamed yourself," he said, wiping my tears.

"That night when you told me straight in the eyes that you no longer loved me and that you no longer believed in us, I knew you were lying to protect me," he said, and I felt tears flowing again.

"You lied to me to protect me without even thinking about yourself. You put me before you, where no one had done it before," he continued, tapping his chest.

"Chris—" I said with a weak voice.

"No, I don't blame you, y/n. I don't blame you because I know you simply didn't have the choice to do that," he said, wiping my tears.

"And these last two years, I lived in doubt because I wasn't sure 100%, but when I saw your gaze on this porch, all my doubts flew away, and now I know," he said, plunging his eyes into mine.

I looked into his eyes; I had managed to regain normal breathing, and everything he had just told me had calmed my heart.

The open wound in my chest, bleeding and letting all my distress pour out, was closing.

I didn't know what to add; I didn't know what to say to him. It felt like a million things were happening in my mind, but what could it possibly mean?

And then my thoughts escaped my mind, fixating on his blue eyes, his pure eyes, his sincere gaze fixed on me.

I had forgotten how beautiful this man was.

I became aware of his warm hands on my cheeks; my heartbeat quickened, and I thought I saw a glint of desire growing in his eyes.

The silence became heavy, yet neither of us wanted to say anything.

Our faces slowly approached, and my eyes juggled between his and his lips.

What was happening? Was it supposed to be good? Or bad?

I wanted to throw myself at him, yes, but was it correct? Was it the alcohol? Did I misinterpret what was happening?

"Chris—" I said in a soft, almost inaudible voice before he closed the gap between our lips.

Shivers ran through my entire body; it was soft and so good.

His soft lips moved perfectly against mine.

One of his hands resting on my cheek slid down to the small of my back.

Meanwhile, my two hands found their place on his chest, and our kiss deepened.

This kiss, originally meant to say ‘welcome home’, quickly became more profound.

Our tongues collided; things escalated. The hand that rested on my waist descended to grip my hip, while one of my hands left his chest to settle on the side of his neck.

I felt something reignite in me, something I hadn't felt in a very long time: desire.

I became aware of what was happening, and I snapped out of this trance by stepping back and opening my eyes.

I caught my breath before telling him, "Chris."

"I'm sorry," he said, catching his breath too.

"We can't do this; we can't revisit this. I'm back in Boston only for the holidays," I said, shaking my head, trying to think of something else.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me; I shouldn't have." he said, running his hand through his hair.

"It's okay," I said, stepping towards him and placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I just found you again when I didn't think I'd have this chance; I want to do things right," I confessed.

"So, does that mean we're friends now?" he asked, and his question tore at my heart because, of course, I didn't want to be just friends. But things were too complicated for us to allow anything more.

"Yes, it means we're friends," I said, smiling slightly, and he returned a smile.

"I missed you," he said, hugging me.

"Missed you too," I replied, "feels like it's been ages since we last caught up," I added, chuckling.

"You must have hundreds of things to tell me then," he said, separating and smiling.

"I don't want to spoil your evening with my stories; it can wait," I told him, running my hand through my nape.

"Y/n, I went out to smoke a joint alone because this party is really lame," he said, rolling his eyes, "so believe me, I'd rather sit here with you and listen to everything you have to tell me."

"Hey, it's my comeback night, you're not allowed to say it's lame!" I told him, offended, giving him a shoulder punch.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" he said, laughing, before sitting on the couch, and I followed suit.

He took a joint out of his pocket, and before lighting it, he turned to me. "Hmm, want some?"

"Oh no, thanks, I'll stick to this tonight," I said, grabbing the bottle I'd left on the small table.

"Whiskey?" he said, surprised, "who are you?" he joked.

"Shut up, idiot, I grabbed the first bottle I came across on my way here," I said, rolling my eyes.

The conversation flowed naturally between us; it was almost as if we had never been apart. Of course, in two years, both he and I had changed a lot, so it was a bit strange. However, that connection, that complicity we had, seemed intact.

I'm not sure how long we stayed on that porch, talking, but the bottle I had drunk was already half empty, and Chris must have been on his third joint since the beginning of our conversation.

"I can't believe you told him that!" Chris said, laughing.

"I warned you; I'm not the helpless little girl I used to be," I replied, chuckling and shrugging.

"Yeah, I saw that," he said, gradually stopping his laughter.

The silence returned, and I was lost in my thoughts, already quite tipsy and in a curious mood.

I had been hesitating for several minutes, debating whether to ask him a question. The more I drank, the more I wanted to ask, even though I knew it wasn't the best idea.

"Chris?" I finally said softly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" he simply replied, turning his head towards me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him timidly.

"You just did," he said with a smirk.

"No, seriously, stop it!" I said, laughing and giving him a shoulder punch.

He straightened up, turning completely towards me, resting his head on his hand with his arm leaning against the top of the couch. "Seriously, I'm listening," he said, still with that sly smile.

His eyes were red and squinted because of the weed, and I won't lie, it made him quite sexy... or maybe I had had a bit too much to drink; what was I even saying?

"Have you dated other girls since we broke up?" I asked, instantly regretting it.

"Y/n—" he began before I cut him off.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question. I don't know what got into me," I said, hiding my face with my hands.

He chuckled at my action. "It's okay; I don't mind answering if you answer too..." he said, shrugging.

I removed my face from my hands to look up at him.

"But are you sure you really want to hear my answer?" he added.

I just nodded.

"I've slept with other girls, yes," he began, and I cut him off without thinking.

"How many?" I asked, sitting up.

"I don't really know, two or three, but they were just casual things, especially at the beginning when I needed to distract myself," he explained, feeling the need to justify himself.

"Okay... and why?" I asked.

"Why what?" he asked, confused.

"Why casual? In two years, you had plenty of time to find another amazing girl to be with. You can't make me believe that as the first one to fall for you, no other girl wanted you," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't want to..." he confessed to me. "I— " he started before sighing, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea to explain why," he said, looking away.

"No, tell me; I want to know now," I urged him.

"Y/n," he said, looking me in the eyes.

"Chris, please, it's okay; we're just talking," I said, eager to know more.

"None of those girls were comparable to you," he admitted, "and I know it sounds silly, but it's just the truth. I couldn't get interested in those girls, and it wasn't their fault; they were interesting, and in another context, it might have worked with them," he said honestly.

"But my mind kept comparing them to you; none of them talked like you," he started saying, "none of them laughed like you," he added.

"None of them kissed like you," he said, looking at my lips, and I felt my panties dampen at that. Fuck.

"Every time I slept with another girl, I couldn't help but think of you, your body, and your moans," he said, lost in his thoughts.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips wrapped so perfectly around me," he said, and I had to slightly open my mouth to get more air.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Anyway, until now, I haven't been able to settle down with another girl because the only one I have in my mind is you," he said shyly.

I stared at him, mouth agape. I was dying to have him; everything he just told me had me way too excited.

"And you?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I said, clearing my throat.

"And you, have you dated other guys?" he said, chuckling.

"Oh!" I said, blushing. "No, none," I replied timidly.

"None?" he repeated, surprised, and I simply shook my head from side to side.

"And how many guys have you slept with then?" he asked.

I took a moment to answer, embarrassed by the situation.

"Y/n, it's okay; you can tell me. I just told you mine!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"I-" I said before sighing and biting my lip, and he furrowed his brows.

"None..." I said softly.

His eyes widened at my response.

"Are you serious?" he asked to make sure.

"Stop it; you know very well that I'm not the type to sleep around," I said, feeling awkward.

"No, I know that; it's just hard for me to conceive that you've managed two years without sex," he said with a smirk.

"Wait, what does that mean?" I said, furrowing my brows.

"Y/n, when we were together, you played the innocent a lot, but you can't deny that you were just as horny as I was, if it’s not more…" he said, laughing.

"Chris!" I said, bringing my hand to my mouth before chuckling as well.

"No, I'm not saying it's a bad thing; on the contrary, it was something I loved about you," he said honestly.

"I even found it rather sexy..." he added, shrugging.

I squeezed my thighs together at that moment, and Chris noticed because I saw his eyes leave mine and land on my thighs.

"We should change the subject," I said, taking a deep breath and running my hands over my thighs, a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't know it would have that effect on you," he said, unable to help but smile.

"It's okay," I said, biting my lip.

We looked at each other for a moment, both feeling a bit awkward.

His eyes briefly shifted to my chest, and that was the last straw for me.

Without thinking twice, I straddled him, immediately connecting our lips. He didn't waste a second to put his hands on my hips, making me moan.

He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, and I started rocking my hips against him, making him groan in response.

His hands came to grip my hips to stop my movements, eliciting a frustrated groan from me.

"Y/n, this isn't right," he said, separating our lips.

"Chris, I don't care," I said, reconnecting our lips instantly. I was too hungry to stop there.

My hip movements resumed, and I could feel his erection through his jeans.

My hands were on his cheeks, and his hands firmly held my hips.

"You said we should do things right and that we were friends," he said, separating our lips again.

"Y/n, you've been drinking, and I don't want it to be something you regret tomorrow," he added.

"Some friends sleep together sometimes..." I said innocently, playing with his necklace.

He bit his lip and looked away. If there was one thing that could make this man weak, it was my way of acting innocently with him.

"Y/n," he said, closing his eyes and letting out a frustrated groan.

I knew I could make him crack; I just had to tease him enough.

I buried my head in his neck to kiss and leave a few love bites.

He tossed his head back to give me better access. "Fuck..." he whispered, and I slowly resumed my hip movements.

"Y/n, stop this," he said weakly, still with his fingers dug into my hips.

"Make me stop," I whispered in his ear before leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.

"Y/n," he said in a firm voice this time, grabbing me by the neck to make me face him. "Don't play with my nerves like that."

"Chris, please," I said, gripping the wrist of the hand around my neck.

"I'm the one asking you. It's just a favor we're doing each other as friends," I said with a slight moan. "You help me fill the void I've felt for 2 years, and I give you the opportunity not to have to just imagine fucking me for once," I added.

"You said it yourself, no girl moans like me, no one kisses you like me, and their lips don't wrap around you as well as mine do," I continued to convince him.

"It's just a one-time thing. After that, I swear we'll be just friends for real, please, Chris, I need you," I pleaded.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or simply the lack of sex, but I never thought I'd be capable of saying such things to a guy in my life.

"Just a one-time thing?" he asked.

"Just a one-time thing," I replied, nodding.

"Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, y/n. What are you doing to me?" he said before kissing me again without removing his hand from my neck.

He slid his hand under my dress to grab my ass and massage it while helping me grind against him.

"Mmph, Chris," I moaned into our kiss.

"Shhhh," he said, slapping my ass.

I started pulling at his T-shirt to signal that I wanted him to take it off.

"Not here, princess," he said, smiling against my lips before separating them. "Stand up," he ordered, and I obeyed.

He stood up as well, firmly grabbing my hand before guiding us inside.

We quickly made our way through the crowd, passing by Nick, who tried to stop us, but Chris simply ignored him, too busy at that moment trying not to bend me over one of the tables in the house to fuck me in front of everyone.

We climbed the stairs, and Chris opened the first door he saw, which happened to lead to Julia's room. If she finds out about this, she's going to kill me.

He slammed the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it.

Then, he pressed me against that door, tightening his grip around my neck just enough to restrict the blood flow, causing my head to spin.

He wasted no time in forcefully removing my dress, it was so abrupt that he could have torn it if he wanted.

"Chris, be careful, take it easy," I said, chuckling, before he silenced me with yet another kiss.

"Don't ask me to fucking take it easy when you've spent the last 10 minutes teasing me on that damn couch, y/n," he said, removing his T-shirt.

He took off my bra, adding, "I fucking missed you."

The next moment, he slid his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted me, making me moan in surprise. It seemed like the hold he had on me back then hadn't changed.

He reconnected our lips, heading towards the bed where he tossed me, making me moan again from the sudden force.

"Chris," I sighed in a heated breath as I sat up, facing him at waist height.

But before I could reach for his belt to undress him, he violently pushed me back. "You'll move when I tell you to move. Have you forgotten your manners?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

His gaze was dark and intense; he could have threatened to kill me, and I would have moaned because of how much he affected me.

"Touch yourself," he ordered.

"What?" I said, feeling my face turn all red.

"Don't make me repeat myself; you heard me," he said authoritatively.

I swallowed hard before starting to take off my panties.

"I didn't tell you to remove your panties," he said, interrupting me.

"But—" I began to say before he cut me off.

"Is it so hard to be a good girl, Y/n? In two years, have you forgotten everything?" he said, shaking his head.

His words made me even wetter; I dreamed of one thing only: feeling him inside me.

"No, sorry," I said before starting to make circular motions on my clit through my panties.

He licked his lips, slowly removing his belt without taking his eyes off me.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Without hesitation, I stood up, still looking at him innocently in the eyes.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Y/n," he said, holding me by the chin.

His compliment made me immediately smile and blush.

"Your wrists," he asked, letting go of my chin, and I handed him my wrists.

With his belt, he tied my wrists together before kissing me.

He leaned towards me without breaking our lips to signal me to lie down on the mattress, which I did.

He separated our lips for a brief moment to press my arms above my head. "Don't move," he whispered before sliding his lips into my neck.

"My poor baby, I can't believe you've abstained for 2 years," he said before descending his kisses towards my chest.

"Now that I'm here, I'll take care of that for you, my princess," he said, circling one of my nipples with his lips to kiss it.

"Chris, please," I moaned, wriggling a bit.

"Shhhh, be patient, believe me, I won't stop there," he said before starting to descend his kisses towards my lower abdomen.

The closer he got to my thighs, the more I felt like I was losing my mind. It had been so long since I had felt that burning desire between my legs.

"Fuck, Chris, stop, please, I need you," I pathetically begged when he started to kiss my pussy through my panties.

He just chuckled at my pleas before removing my panties and diving his head between my legs.

He surrounded my clit with his lips, and I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my mouth at that moment.

Lost in my own pleasure and especially completely carried away by the sensation of his tongue against me, I brought my two hands, still tied, to his hair to hold on.

He lifted his lips from me, making me raise my head towards him. "No, don't stop, Chris!" I said desperately.

"I told you not to move, Y/n," he reminded me, placing my hands back above my head.

"I'm sorry, I had—" I was interrupted in the middle of my sentence by his hands abruptly grabbing my waist to turn me over.

"What are you doing?" I said in a surprised moan when he grabbed my hips to put my ass in the air.

"This way, you'll have a much harder time moving," he said, and I could hear the smugness in his tone.

He kissed the base of my lower back, making me shiver, ensuring that my head remained pressed against the mattress below me.

He then placed a few kisses on my ass before resuming his work between my legs.

One of his hands kneaded my ass while he teased my entrance with the fingers of his other hand.

"Oh my—Chris," I said when he accelerated his tongue movements.

The sensation in my lower abdomen that I hadn't felt in so long was building up again; I was extremely close.

"C-Chris, I'm gonna cum," I moaned, burying my head in the pillow to try to muffle the sound of my moans.

"Give it to me, baby," he said, inserting two of his fingers into me and reconnecting his tongue to my clit.

"Fuck, Chris!" I exclaimed, feeling my legs tremble, and within seconds, my orgasm overwhelmed me.

Chris didn't detach his lips from me; he continued, and his fingers didn't slow down either. "Chris, I- I can't," I told him, breathless.

He detached himself from me at the sound of my words and turned me over again onto the mattress to kiss me.

I put my hands, still tied behind his neck, to bring him impossibly closer to me, which seemed to amuse him, judging by the way he smiled against my lips.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he complimented me between our kisses, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I was still very sensitive, but I wanted more, I needed more.

So, I tightened my legs around his waist so that his erection pressed against my pussy.

"Are you that impatient?" he chuckled before reaching between our bodies to unbutton his pants, and I just nodded.

He straightened up to completely remove his pants and boxers before returning to position himself between my legs.

"If it hadn't been so long, I would've edged you for hours," he said, rubbing his tip against my thighs without entering.

"Chris, please, stop talking—" Before I could finish my sentence, he entered me without warning, making me moan in harmony with him.

"Oh my god, y/n, fuck, you're so—" I didn't let him finish his sentence, immediately capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

He started moving inside me slowly, taking care to go all the way in with each thrust.

Our lips were still connected, our tongues perfectly synchronized—everything was perfect with him.

His pelvic movements accelerated, prompting me to throw my head back to moan once again.

"God, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make. Fuck, it's too good," Chris said, moaning as well, his head completely immersed in my neck, where he left fiery kisses.

"Chris—mmph," I started to speak but couldn't formulate my words correctly. Chris fucked me so well that I lost my words.

"What, baby? What do you want?" he said, seizing my chin to make me look into his eyes.

"I want to—fuck!" I said, moaning and closing my eyes. I felt him everywhere in me; it was too good.

"You can do it, sweetheart. Take your time," he said with a smirk, not slowing down.

"I want to touch you," I said, moaning again. "Please, Chris, I need to feel you," I begged.

He momentarily straightened up without pulling out to unfasten the belt around my wrists.

"Here you go, baby," he said in a soft voice before kissing me again.

This time, my hands went into his hair, neck, and back. I dug my nails into his back and biceps, completely controlled by my pleasure, and began to feel all these sensations invade me.

"Chris, oh my god, I'm so close!" I whined.

He sat up on his knees without pulling out. I moaned as he grabbed my legs and pulled them closer, penetrating even deeper.

"Mmmh, Chris," I moaned, raising my head to look at him.

"Shhhh," he said, placing my legs on either side of his head and encircling my knees with his arms to make sure I couldn't move.

He began thrusting into me at an unbearable speed, and the new angle allowed him to go really deep. His eyes were fixed on the lower part of my belly, where he could see himself entering and exiting. "Fuck," he exclaimed, keeping his mouth open.

"Chris! Chris, fu—god, don't stop!" I said, feeling my orgasm hit me hard when I started clenching around him. He spread my legs again to kiss me while still penetrating me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.

He gradually stopped his pelvic movements while continuing to kiss me. Our kiss was tired and messy, but he didn't stop there.

We were both catching our breath. He separated our lips, pressing his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he straightened up and withdrew from me, making me moan because I was still extremely sensitive.

I expected anything but what he did the next second. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me over again, pushing me on all fours.

"Chris, what—" Before I could finish my sentence, he started pounding into me without mercy, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"Oh my fuck, Chris, I can't!" I told him, burying my head in the pillow once again.

"Yes, of course, you can. I know you have one more for me," he said without slowing down this time, bringing his fingers to my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head.

It felt so good, but I was still too sensitive; he didn't give me enough respite. I felt like my heart was going to give out from the intensity. I couldn't help but moan, even though I was unsure if I really wanted him to stop because I could already feel my third orgasm approaching.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he said in my ear, slowing down and pressing his chest against my back.

When he slowed down, I felt my orgasm slipping away, and I thought I was losing my mind. "No! Don’t stop, I can take it!" I said, shaking my head.

He wrapped his arm around my throat to hold me in place "that's my girl," he said and sank his teeth into my shoulder, mixing pleasure and pain in the best way possible. He sped up again, his fingers massaging my clit, and his shaft going as deep as possible, making me see stars.

I was close, and so was he; I could feel it in the way he moaned. "Y/n, oh my—"

"Chris, I'm so close," I cried, feeling my orgasm on the verge of exploding.

"Give it to me, baby. Fuck, cum for me, princess," he said, and that was all I needed to climax. This one was more intense than the others, stronger and more hypnotic.

After a few more thrusts, Chris also came, moaning my name in my ear. "Oh my god," he said, breathless, before pulling out and collapsing beside me.

I didn't move a muscle, too exhausted from everything that had just happened. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just need to catch my breath," I replied, chuckling.

He laughed too before getting up to find something to clean me up. After a few minutes catching my breath in Chris's arms, we decided to get dressed and join our friends downstairs before someone noticed our absence.

And when I say someone, I obviously mean Julia, who will probably kill me when she finds out I slept with Chris in her bed.

Before leaving Julia's room, Chris kissed me one last time. "I missed you so fucking much," he said.

I chuckled before replying, "I missed you too, but we need to leave this room now." I said playfully, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

We finally left the room, and our paths separated when we arrived in the living room because Nick needed to talk to Chris privately.

I was about to join my best friend when I felt someone grab my arm.

I turned to see who it was and found myself face to face with a girl with brown hair and light eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked me, full of rage.

I was completely confused because I didn't know this girl at all, and I didn't understand why she was addressing me this way.

"Hmm? Y/n, who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

Her eyes widened when she heard my name, and she let out a fake laugh at my response.

"I'm Tess, Chris's girlfriend!" she said with a big smile before approaching me. "So I suggest you keep your distance from him if you don't want me to bash your little depraved slut face!" she said, pushing me before turning on her heel and walking away.

Chris's girlfriend?!!

What the fuck?

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An Overnight Camp out with the Volturi Masters

First up in the Summer Fun with the Volturi Masters, polled story series results.

Winner and story number one

An Overnight Camp Out with the Volturi masters.

It's Summer in Volterra. It's also very quiet, except for a few trials that were over and done with rather quickly. The defending party was determined early on to be guilty, making the process very simple. You feel restless, wanting to go somewhere. Anywhere. You tell Aro about the trips and vacations you used to take back home. Intrigued, he asks you for examples.

"We used to camp out at the lake, go fishing, check out the theme parks, or visit to the state fair. Sometimes we'd go watch a baseball game more than once in a season," you explain to him while sitting at his feet on the dais.

"This camping. What does it involve?" Aro asks, interested.

You're surprised at his question. "Haven't you ever been camping? Surely when you were a human in ancient times, people camped all the time. I mean, there were fewer hotels and Airbnb's around back then."

"If I have, I've forgotten it. Much of our human lives becomes foggy after so long a time, my dear." Aro thought a moment. "Let us do this camping thing. Buy whatever you need for all four of us to go."

"Well, you three will not be needing much. It's I who will be needing a few things. I'll see to it right away, Aro."

You decide to go shopping for a few necessary supplies, and decide to take Felix along since he is the strongest of the Volturi Guard. "Felix, we'll need to go a sporting goods store. Do you know of one around here?"

He drives to the one store he is aware of that sells such things. You explain the camping trip, and ask if he remembers camping out. He answers in the affirmative and tells you a story about him killing a bear, bare-handed, when it tried to take away his roasting venison. "The beast dared to steal it, but I grabbed him by the throat and broke his neck. Fortunately, he didn't have enough time to begin to eat the deer meat and I was able to retrieve it."

You look over at Felix, the so called executioner of the Volturi, and mentally picture that amazing moment he killed a bear without any weapons, and when he was human. You still don't fear him, but now you know who to have around should you ever get attacked by a bear.

Walking around the store, you peruse tents because you're not exactly the roughing-it type. At least with a tent, you'll have some place to change and sleep. The masters don't sleep, but might enjoy having a place to sit and talk during the nighttime hours, out of any bad weather.

Next up is finding a small gas grill, a pot to brew coffee in, and a small folding skillet to cook meals in, again something the masters don't have to think about. You throw one set of portable dinner-ware into the cart. The last things needed were a few easy-to-cook emergency food packs and Pop Tarts. Healthy eating is not a consideration for a weekend camp out, so you throw in a few Jiffy Pop popcorn tins. You grab long matches, an LED flashlight, and three large LED lanterns, bio-degradable TP, and wet wipes.

Finally, you pick up several containers of water and one bottle of water-purifying tablets, just in case. You apologise to Felix for choosing the heavy tent. Luckily they needed only enough for the weekend, but everything could be re-used later on. Perhaps the Guards would like to indulge sometime, you tell Felix.

Once you reach the castle, Felix carries the tent, still in its box, to sit at the back door. He goes to the garage and brings around the larger SUV, storing the tent box in the back. before putting everything else on the third seat. Caius is going to drive, although he doesn't know about the trip yet. Aro will sit in the front passenger seat because he likes being up front, while you and Marcus will sit in the second row. You really hope the other masters agree to go. You like to snuggle up next to Marcus when driving since it makes you sleepy. He never seemed to object.

When Caius and Marcus were told about the camp out, they balked at first, but after you tell them about the fun it can be, they relent and agree to go.

The next morning, everyone climbs into the SUV, and you give Caius directions to a lake park where short-term camping is permitted.

Once you find the perfect spot at the lake's edge, you and the masters get out the tent and the accompanying equipment. You pull out the instructions and read them aloud.

"I can be of help securing the stakes." To demonstrate, Caius takes one, and holding the tip to the grass, pushes it deeply into the ground with his hand. He completes securing each stake until the tent is firmly in place.

"It looks perfect, thank you Caius. You are a wonder sometimes," you say, praising his ego in all sincerity.

He looks at you, offended. "Only sometimes?"

You smile, putting your hand over your mouth. You walk into the tent, and examine the large back room, then come up front to check out the front room and the outer area where people can sit under an overhead canopy. You love this! The back room is all yours to use since the masters do not need it. With the dividers in place, you'll have complete privacy.

Since this area doesn't permit open fires, you set up the LED lanterns, two out front and one inside the tent. You're hoping to catch a few fish on which to use the gas grill, but without gear, you're not sure this is even a viable idea.

You stand near the edge of the lake, noticing fish swimming in the water. You wish you had a pole, but wonder if the masters have a talent for fishing by hand, what with their speedy reflexes. "Can any of you fish with your bare hands?" you ask.

Caius agrees to try, proud of his vampire skills. He removes his shoes and rolls up his jeans, as do you. He steps into the stream, holding out his hand for you to follow him in. The water is cold, and you envy Caius for being resistant to extreme temperatures.

He bends over in the water and peers past the sun reflecting off the surface.

"Oh look, over there!" you shout, pointing a finger at a passing fish.

Caius is as still as a statue, his hands waiting close to the water. When the fish swims past him, his hands shoot out and grab the fish, then he tosses it onto the bank where it lies flopping on the grass.

You grab his arm, whooping it up, knowing dinner will be fresh fish tonight. You turn to Aro and Marcus, who are watching. "Sure you don't want to try?" you ask them. Aro responds by making a face, and Marcus waves a hand indicating he is more interested in watching. You turn back to Caius, your hands on his back while you cheer him on as he stalks another fish.

"Two should be enough, " you tell him. "Maybe three."

Caius waits patiently, then grabs for another fish, and again, throws in onto the bank. "One more," he asks, seeing you smile and nod your head.

His hyper-vision sees another coming their way. After a few minutes, he reaches out and grabs it from the water. He readies to toss it onto the bank, but is not in the best position, and loses his footing. You try to hang onto him, which is a bad mistake, and you both fall into the water. Aro and Marcus rise from their folding chairs, and flash to the lakeside, reaching out their hands to help.

Caius looks like death hunting for a victim, but soon begins to laugh. You are laughing and freezing, your teeth chattering from the cold. Caius picks you up and hands you up to Marcus, who takes you to the tent to change out of your wet clothes. Caius takes care of that outside the tent, then places the fish in a metal pail you had earlier filled with water.

Dressed in dry clothing now, you leave the tent to sit on the ground next to the masters chairs, to let the warm sun dry your hair.

You are reminded of the fish in the metal pail, and turn to the vampires. "So who is volunteering to clean my fish?" You rise to go fire up the small grill you bought at the sporting good store and wash the skillet in some of the bottled water. When you hear only silence, you turn to the trio. "Please, Aro, I don't like cleaning fish. Too much blood and guts. You guys love blood and guts."

"The human has a point, brother," Caius says.

"Caius, please? And...'the human'? Seriously?" You give him a nasty stare, wondering if it was a joke or a slip of the tongue.

"Don't antagonize him, child, or you'll be eating Pop Tarts for dinner," Marcus warns.

You roll your eyes, then turn back to Caius. "Please, Master?" You rarely call them by that term because they never demand it of you.

Caius comes to you, and dances his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm. "And what do I get in return, little human? I firmly believe in quid pro quo."

You shiver at his touch, but you know he's just playing a game with you. You hope anyway, so you decide to play along. "And what would you want in return?" Since that day in the park, the masters seem to delight in showing you the relationship between you all has moved up a notch, even if only in fun.

"Just this." Caius leans in to kiss you, his tongue moving over your lips, then he backs up.

You swallow hard, saying, "I think I can give you that." Not that it matters, since he'd claimed his payment already.

Caius heads for the pail. Not needing a knife, he slits the fish bellies with his fingernail and removes the guts, washing the fish in the pail of water. Bringing up a bloodied finger to his lips, he tastes the creatures' red fluid. As soon as he swallows, he gags. The small amount of fish blood is expelled from his mouth along with a good portion of venom. "That is awful!" he cries out. "Wretched animal drinkers. How do they stand such deviant behavior!"

You go up to the poor sick vampire and thank him with a kiss to his cheek, before going to prepare to fry your fish.

By the time you've cleaned up after dinner, the sun has nearly set. You put out the two lanterns, more for yourself than the masters. You tell them camping tradition dictates ghost stories be told. You offer to go first.

You tell them about a young couple, who fall in love and marry. Caius sighs, uninterested in romance stories. You hush him and continue. The couple live a happy life together. But the husband has one question. Why does his wife wear a red ribbon around her neck, never taking it off. He asks her once and is told it's not important, as long as they are happy. He never asks again. Many years later, when the wife becomes ill due to her advanced age, he asks the question one more time. The wife says before she dies, that he may finally remove the red ribbon. When he does, her head rolls from her neck, falling to the floor at his feet.

Aro, the intellectual, frowns, wondering why her head had been removed in the first place, and then temporarily mended with a red ribbon. "How could she possibly live all that time?" he scoffs.

Marcus is quiet, thinking about Didyme, his own lost spouse.

Caius laughs. "Priceless," he says, chuckling loudly.

Everyone takes turns telling macabre stories, but you have a feeling the Volturi are sharing true reminiscing from their over-long existences.

It is late now, and you are yawning. Before you get ready for bed, you grab the lantern, some TP, and the wet wipes, and start to leave camp, heading into the trees.

"Aro, I have to go take care of some...personal business. I'll be right back." You start to go but a hand restrains you.

"We will go with you to protect you," Aro says.

"You will not!" You stop and turn to face the three vampires, holding up your hand, palm open to them. "This is private personal business. Something you three don't have to deal with anymore."

"We hear animal noises out in the woods," Caius said gravely.

You hear nothing, but know they have hyper-hearing as well.

"It might be a bear," Aro cautioned.

"It could be a wolf," Caius suggested.

"Suppose it's a mountain lion," Marcus warned.

"It's probably a raccoon!" you counter. "Why are you trying to scare me?" You stand with one hand on your hip, glaring at the trio of vampires.

"It's not safe, my dear, to wander around in the darkness," Aro states in reply.

"I won't be wandering around. And I have a flashlight. Look, sirs, this is private, do you comprehend? Private, as in using a tree as a shield for toilet duty!" You blush bright pink in the darkness you know the masters can easily see in. You watch Aro slowly grin, grateful he finally gets it.

"Now don't follow me. Just keep your ears open for any more animal sounds or Bigfoot or whatever, and if I scream, then come running."

"We will be ready to protect you in an instant, child," Marcus says before you smile at him and leave for the cover of darkness to tend to your business.

By the time you are ready for bed, you're so sleepy, you can barely keep your eyes open, so you bid the masters good night. They will stay outside, talking or whatever else they want to do. You kiss and hug each in his turn, then go inside the tent and light up the lantern on the floor of the tent's back room. You undress and slip on your sleep shorts with the matching sleeveless tank top. You brush your hair and use some of the water to tend to your teeth. Once you've done all that, you lie down on the opened sleeping bag, the room a bit too warm to sleep inside the closed bag.

You're lying on your side, when you hear someone enter the tent. Then you see Marcus peek his head through the divided canvas "wall" between the back and front rooms. Looking up, while you rest on one elbow. "Marcus, is something wrong?"

"No, child. I just wondered if you wanted any company until you fall asleep."

You smile, knowing it's Marcus who wants the company. You hadn't meant to sadden him with your ghost story. "Please," you say, scooting over. "Do you want to lie here on the sleeping bag? It's a bit warm and your body will cool me."

"Shall I undress then?" he asks in all innocence. "To cool you down."

"No! No thank you." All you didn't need was a naked Marcus lying next to you.

He quietly lies beside you, and peers at your beauty, a beauty he feels you don't realize you have.

You turn off the lantern and lie back down, your head resting on a small travel pillow. "Are you enjoying yourself, Marcus?"

"It has been a pleasant day," he replies.

"Perhaps next time, we can find a long term camp ground." you suggest.

"Or perhaps the guards would enjoy going, next time."

"Gotcha." You smile and lean in to give Marcus a kiss on his cheek.

You lie next to the tall master, remembering the day in the park, and how he had taken care of you after all three masters gave you pleasure by having sex with you. You reach out and touch his cold cheek.

Marcus takes your hand from his face and kisses the palm.

You lean in when he does this, tentatively kissing his cold lips. "Marcus, did Aro ask you to come in here?"

You can almost make out a smile on his face in the dark, now that your eyes are more acclimated. You scoot closer to him while he lies on his side. The coolness of his body feels good in the warmth of the tent. You hear no breath from his nose or mouth. You feel no rise and fall of his chest. He is a monster to some, a killer. You do not fear him, however. Nestling closer, you exhale, relaxed and feeling safe. And cool.

The next morning, someone comes into the tent and sets a cup of hot coffee next to you. You open your eyes to see Marcus gone and Caius standing over you. "Thank you, and how do you know how to make coffee?" you ask.

"I've learned a few things since your arrival." He pulls a package from his pocket and hands you Pop Tarts. "To go with your coffee. Then up you go. Aro wants to leave in a few hours."

"Of course." You smile at him as he leaves, then open the Pop Tarts and eat them in between sips of coffee. You wash up with some of the bottled water, and brush your hair and teeth. Finally you dress in shorts and an over-size T-shirt.

When you leave the tent to tend to your morning 'personal' business, the masters do not tease you this time. They merely watch you walk away, your legs highlighted by the shorts you're wearing. Knowingly, you yell as you go, "You guys need to get out into the world and mingle with modern women." Then you laugh.

Once everything has been packed away, all four of you climb into the SUV, and leave for Volterra.

"I hope you all enjoyed yourselves with a sample of camping out."

Caius and Aro agree, albeit unenthusiastically. Marcus drapes his arm around you, and whispers he enjoyed the time he spent with you last night.

Impulsively, you hug him. You wonder how you will ever leave this family you had accidently been inducted into. Actually, they probably won't let you leave, and that makes you happy. They have not killed you yet, so there must be something about you they like. You nestle against Marcus and watch the scenery pass until you reach Volterra, and home.

#volturi fanfiction #Summer fun #aro volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #Poll story results #the Volturi

[notf1obsessed]

A Little Flirting Hurt No One (Charlos)

Chapter 2: Australia

Charles keeps the lead for the most part of the race. His heart is bursting through his chest. He has another chance to win and this time, he won't fuck it up. No, he has his full focus on the race.

Mere seconds behind him in second is Carlos. How ironic

He catches a glimpse of red pulling beside him.

He can't let Carlos win again.

Behind him in third is Lando. If he can just push harder on the throttle he can overtake Carlos at this turn.

Come on, come on

He feels the steering wheel in front of him loosen. The brakes are stiff.

No no no

Everything's a sudden blur. His cars front wing is absolutely demolished, pieces of debris chipping off. His head is pounding, it feels like it's going to explode. To add to the Australian heat, the car is an absolute furnace after the crash.

A familiar voice breaks the silence on Carlos's radio,"Yellow flag Sainz"

"For who."

"Lando"

Carlos's heart beat increases, his breathing slightly heavier, "is he okay?"

"We'll give you updates once we get confirmation"

His grip tightens. Just focus on the race Sainz, he's probably okay.

Finally, for what after feels like a century, a voice is heard, "Yes he is Carlos"

He sighs in relief.

He sees a blue car emerge next to him, snapping him back to reality. He quickly presses on the throttle, he can't fuck up this race.

Finally, the chequered flags wave in front.

He's glad he was able to focus in time, he can't let other people get in his way of focusing on racing. He mentally scolds himself before going to park his car.

A gleeful voice is heard from Charles's radio, "Well done Charles that's p1"

He feels an overwhelming of happiness, "LETS GO BABY"

He parks his car alongside Sainz. Taking off his helmet, he goes to greet Carlos with a wide smile that ought to leave a mark forever.

"Well done mi amigo," says Carlos, going to hug Charles, his sweat smeared face going to rest on Charles's shoulder.

Charles cant help but notice the worrying tone in his voice, "You too"

They finish their media then head to the cooldown room with Max. He doesn't look best pleased with today's results but still smiles when they come in.

It's quiet for the most part inside, the occasional sip of water interrupting. The main source of sound is from the big screen replaying the crash. It looks quite severe yet luckily most of the impact isn't that affecting for the driver.

Charles's eyes glance around the room until he catches Carlos's eyes. He can see a glint of emotion in them.

What is it?

Hurt, nervousness, concern?

——————————————

They head out for the podium celebrations.

He sees his team cheering from below, happiness and pride written all over their faces.

And although the joy is enormous, he can't help but feel concerned for his teammates behavior.

He decides to check on him later.

The champagne bursts open.

Max and Carlos exchange mischievous grins and looks glancing back at Charles.

He feels the smile leave his face as they start attacking him viciously.

It feels en-thrilling.

————————————

On his way back to his drivers room, he catches Carlos entering Lando's Driver Room, his face bearing an expression of worry. Charles decides to stay to catch up with his teammate once he exits.

But no longer does he enter than immediately leave, tears welling up in his eyes.

Charles feels a wave of sadness crash over him.

What did lando say to him?

Why was he crying?

He diverts his gaze and mentally makes a note to check on his teammate later.

Preferably in private.

#charlos #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 #ao3 #1655

[recurring-polynya]

Fanfic Round-Up 2023

I was looking at last year's round-up in preparation for doing this and it is very hilarious because it starts out with "well I set a new record in sucking" and let me tell you: I have blown away last year's new record in sucking.

That's not entirely fair-- last year, I had a pretty big word count before I stripped out everything that I hadn't actually written that year, which knocked it down to about 113k. This year, I posted an extremely sad 58,086 words, but if you add in the fanfic I spent half the year working on and haven't finished yet, it gets back up to about...113k. This is still roughly half of what I used to be capable of, but I guess I'm just not anymore. I actually tried to quit writing in the first part of the year, because it was making me miserable, but it turns out that then I just got I-am-not-writing-miserable, which was much, much worse, so I just started Doing It Miserable. I finally started feeling a little better around October before I got kneecapped by Christmas, just like I do every year. Anyway!! Here's the goods:

Most of this year's Squad Six is Jerks (volume 4 of my multi-year collection of short stories) was stuff for RenRuki week, so technically it got written in December of 2022, or before because at least two of them were things I had lying around. It includes Part 3 of my silly Renji-joins-Squad 4 AU, an angsty TYBW healing springs story, some zanpakutou nonsense, and a nice Rukia birthday story that I'm actually pretty proud of. Later on in the years, as part of the Bleach Returns event to celebrate cour 2 of the anime, I wrote a little post-lude to the Rukia's arrest scene, which I am never not thinking about.

My big accomplishment for the year, I guess, was go places, a Rukia-and-Renji-prepare-to-try-out-for-the-Academy story. I had started it years ago, and it was just this little, no-plot thing that I was fond of, and I decided to dust it off and make something of it. That turned out to be a ton more work than I expected, but I'm actually really proud of the result, which is a little bit melancholy, but also full of heart (and world building). Please read it if you enjoy scenes where characters go to the post office.

On my usual one-every-three-to-twelve-months pace, I wrote two adult fanfics this year. One is the (loose) sequel to the other. If you like stories about people having sex in extremely inconvenient places, please check out the very descriptively named Rukia and Renji Bone Down in the Urahara Shouten Stockroom and/or Things to Do in Hueco Mundo When There's a Sandstorm and You're Stuck in a Cave.

The last thing for this year was a fraction of your happy heart (irresolution doesn't suit you), a nice story where Renji and Orihime commiserate about the long-haul pining lifestyle and then go fight each other for funsies. Now that I think about it, this was another one that I pulled out of the dusty WIPs pile and finished off.

I guess that was a big theme for this year, which on one hand, sounds kind of lazy, because all I did was finish things. On the other hand, I finished a lot of things, which is sort of the perpetual lament of the fanfic writer, so good for me. Also, it was easy for some of them, but for others, it was a lot of work (I am looking at you, go places).

Also, I very much did spent a lot of time working on my next installment of the Heart is a Muscle. There's still a significant stretch to go, but I'm pretty confident that I'll be able to complete it in the first part of 2024, before the Summer Vacation slump (I have now learned to set my expectations very low for June-Aug and also the month of December, because that's just how it is). After that, I'm optimistically hoping to pick up and complete a little in love now and then as my fall project, but that's a long way off, so we'll just have to see.

#my writing #year end roundups

[maribatserver]

The Results Are In - Tag Team Tournament 2023

Well, it's been a heck of a week, and our competition was fierce! We received about double the submissions this year as we got last year, with 13 players contributing just over 120 times and earning a collective total of 4583 points. All of our teams managed to earn over 100 points, and we couldn't be more proud of you. Nice work everyone!

Of course, one team won out over all the others, and we congratulate them on the hard fought victory.

Let's give a round of applause for Book Design, which fought their way back into first in the final hours and won by just 75 points!

Most of you know that Book Design claimed an early lead that they held onto until Day 6, when our mod team finished playing catch up on the late night double points submissions and Rare Flair jumped into the lead. It wasn't until the final three hours that Book Design retook the lead, due to several players jumping in and helping the very dedicated MVP to turn the tide. But more on that later.

We received a ton of really amazing submissions this week, and we hope that you'll take the time to check them all out by using the links provided on our Live Tracker. If you have creations that you didn't have time to submit, or if you post something somewhere new after having time to edit, or if you get an idea for a prompt in the future, feel free to tag it #ttt2023 and/or submit it to out Ao3 Collection. We'll still reblog and approve submissions when we see them!

Thank you so much to all of our amazing participants! We have a lot of fun putting this event on, and to see so many people joining in and having so much fun is really amazing! We've got a few more awards to give out today, so keep an eye on the blog over the next few minutes for more information about what went on during our tournament!

#maribat #mlb x dc #ttt2023 #maribat server #maribat discord server

[stud-yawgmoth]

First attempt. In order to make it easier on myself I will just describe something that really happened.

Five days of freezing temperatures in a row and Elliot was realizing he really needed a snow shovel. This was the most snow he'd seen since moving out of his parents' house, and the first time it was fully on him to clear it away from his car. It had taken him years of scraping ice from his windshield with a credit card before he finally bought a proper ice scraper, and he'd procrastinated getting a shovel too.

Maybe he could get one delivered? He checked a couple websites, but they wouldn't deliver until later that week. It was supposed to warm back up by then, and the snow would be gone. He considered waiting it out, but he had things to do - he'd committed to picking up an armchair someone was selling on Craigslist this weekend. And he was out of toilet paper. And food.

After a few hours of admiring the problem, Elliot admitted he'd have to drive out through the snow-covered parking lot to buy a shovel. He put on his warmest clothes and headed out.

The first store had a sign out front that read "Sorry, no shovels," and Elliot realized he was fucked. He thought back to how he'd had to drive for hours to find a store that still had toilet paper at the beginning of the pandemic. People smarter than him had probably bought all the shovels before the snow even started falling.

Who bought a new snow shovel anyway? he grumbled as he drove to another store. How many people had just moved this year to a place where it snows? Or, like him, had just moved out of their parents' house? In his anger he didn't think - this was the first time in years the snow had been this bad. He'd gone without a shovel this long - probably many others had too.

In the second store, he overheard a wife say to her husband, "I guess we'll see if Walmart has any shovels," as the pair walked empty-handed toward the exit. Damn.

Walmart? Was he really going to Walmart? They were sure to have one, but he hated shopping there.

By now Elliot was so mad he didn't care if he was an asshole. He walked out in front of cars in the parking lot, daring them to run him over. He was always uncomfortable - his thick sweatpants and coat made him sweat in heated stores, but outside the freezing air bit his face (he'd forgotten his hat) and the snow chilled his feet even through his winter boots.

Parking at the Walmart felt like a combat zone. Everyone seemed to be getting in his way on purpose. He had to park so far away from the store, but at least the walk through the parking lot slush cooled him down. Why was everyone driving so aggressively? Were Walmart patrons all assholes, or was his anger getting the better of him?

The store was twice as large as any he normally shopped in. Walking to the lawn and garden section felt like a walk across town. His legs were so hot! Why had he worn these stupid pants? And why were there so many people getting in his way all the time?

He walked up and down the aisles. Extension cords, shovels, trash cans, all sorts out outdoor supplies lined the shelves. No shovels. He pulled out his phone, searched "snow shovel walmart." Plenty of results. Delivery in 3 days. No pickup available. Not available in store. Couldn't it just tell him what aisle it was in? Elliot's body screamed at him to go home, lie down, get out of these ridiculous clothes. If there were shovels here, he couldn't find them. He had to give up.

A labrynth of carefully disguised security blocked his way out. Store employees eyed him suspiciously as he left empty-handed. I wanted to buy something! he wanted to yell at them. But you didn't have it!

He went home, defeated and exhausted. With difficulty, parked in the still snow-covered parking lot at home. Maybe he'd try again later to find a shovel, or borrow one from a neighbor. Maybe he'd just put up with the snow until it melted. It would be gone by the end of the week.

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 30

Bryan Kneef x reader warnings: language, fighting, angst, talk of miscarriage. There's gonna be one more chapter, maybe a short one/kind of an epilogue after this one, just to nicely wrap it all up. It might even come in the next 24 hours we'll see how fast I can get it done. Also while the end result was going to be the same, you can thank @thatesqcrush for the prompt in here that made it a little more angsty. LOL

A week and a half after the miscarriage Bryan finally returned to work. He wasn’t quite sure about leaving you yet, wanting to make sure you weren’t feeling too alone, but you basically ushered him out of the door on his first day back. You didn’t want to bring it up but it was starting to feel rather smothering, like he didn’t think you could take care of yourself and it was driving you mad. Having him constantly hovering and checking in was just annoying you rather than making you feel taken care of.

While you were still tired and more than emotional, you felt a sense of relief at finally having an empty apartment again, time to yourself was exactly what you needed to clear your head. You slept most of the morning after he left, letting yourself relax in the quiet for once. Showering and changing into fresh clothes you freshened up the bedroom, tossing sheets and the like into the wash before doing a deeper clean, making sure all and any dirty cups and dishes were taken out to the kitchen. In a spur of the moment decision you went through your closet, feeling like you were at a turning point, needing to clean out things from your life. A couple of bags later and you left them by the door for donation later in the week before collapsing down onto the couch with a beer, curling into the corner of the sectional and flicking on the tv.

A week later you made the decision to return to work yourself, which you knew Bryan wasn’t totally okay with, he thought you needed more time and he made that very clear. It lead to an afternoon of eye rolling, stubbornness and smart remarks before he finally surrendered and shut himself in the home office with a bottle of bourbon. The next morning thanks to it not getting resolved things blew up into a bigger fight, Bryan worried that work was just a distraction and you hadn’t moved on. You argued back that how were you supposed to move on if you were just stuck on repeat every day doing nothing trapped in the fucking apartment and that if he’d lay off it, you’d set up an appointment with one of the therapists the hospital had recommended. You left still upset with each other that morning, but Bryan was glad that you’d at least agreed to talking to someone professional, knowing just how much you were going through and you certainly weren’t talking to him about it. Then again, he didn’t really know how to bring things up, so maybe that was for the best.

Within two days if you had asked Bryan, he would say that you had thrown yourself into your work and were using it as a distraction from everything else going on. That was not helped by the fact that you weren’t home until nearly eight on your first day, and barely made it home for dinner by day two, continuing to work in the home office afterwards with a hefty glass of wine. If he had asked you, he would have been told that you arrived back to a very overflowing inbox, a couple of new prospective clients and three open cases being handled by junior associates. You had literal mountains of paperwork to go through and had to at least oversee as much as you could on the cases.

Day three had Bryan showing up at your office around five, knocking gently on the door frame as he lingered in it, a hopeful smile on his cheeks. You finished your sentence on the legal pad with a sigh before glancing up at him, your brow furrowing at the sight.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked softly and he shrugged, stepping into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him.

“Thought I might come pick you up, take you to dinner.” He offered and you let out a scoff of a laugh.

“Bry, I’ve got at least another three hours of work that needs to get done today. I mean…” you gestured to the state of your desk and he let out a sigh, it was a mess.

“I could order something here?”

“Or…” you picked up your pen again, “you could go home and I’ll see you there when I’m done.”

“Sweetheart… c’mon… you’re drowning here.”

He knew the instant he said it that it was the wrong thing to say, especially at the way your face hardened ever so briefly as you surveyed him.

“I’m not drowning… I’m playing catch up after unexpected time off and two hours of last minute personal time this afternoon because you practically demanded me go to therapy.”

“I’m glad you’re talking to someone; you know I’m just worried about you. I want to make sure you’re okay, we both know you haven’t exactly been eating much. I’m here to help, here to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“And I told you not to coddle me, remember?” You paused in your work once again, incredibly thankful the door was shut, “I’m not the baby here, okay? We lost the baby… have you processed that yet, because you haven’t said a single word about it much less expressed any emotion over it. Did you ever pause to think that maybe you’re the one that needs a bit of therapy?”

“Excuse me?” His voice hardened and you let out a huff, followed by a laugh.

“With that response I’m not going to touch on that I guess.” You paused, refocusing on the task at hand, “thank you for your concern Bryan, I’ll be home later.”

“You seriously think I need to see a shrink?”

“Christ…” you muttered, dropping your pen to massage at your temples briefly before glancing up at him and he could see the mental exhaustion, the beginning of a shimmer of tears in your eyes, “would you please just let me fucking focus on something that I understand for a couple of hours longer?”

Bryan let out a breath, trying to let everything slide off his shoulders as he did so before nodding, “I’ll see you at home.” He stepped toward you, briefly kissing the top of your head before crossing the office, his hand hitting the doorknob before you spoke.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He muttered without glancing back, knowing if he did you’d already be buried into your work.

*

It was safe to say tensions were a bit thick in the apartment for the next few days and as time went on, things weren’t exactly getting better. Every time either of you tried to talk about what had happened, the other always had some reason to shut it down. You’d been to a couple of sessions and were beginning to actually understand it all, even going back as far as your first marriage and how things began to go wrong involving the same situations all those years ago. Bryan tried to ask you about it and you said you were fine, that you’d had enough therapy to cope.

At first he deemed that to be true. You seemed to be back to a hundred percent, your sleep schedule no longer interrupted with bouts of insomnia or silently crying when you thought he couldn’t hear you. Instead you got up right before him, snagging the earlier shower slot, making a quick breakfast before the two of you would head off for the day. Though most days you ended up taking your breakfast to go, muttering something about a heavy workload before disappearing through the door. It wasn’t that he felt like he was getting the cold shoulder, he knew what that felt like, this was something different. You were still there, silently tucked into his shoulder as you watched tv, curled in his arms as the two of you slept. But something was different, you just weren’t the same person you’d been a month ago.

*

He came home on a Thursday to find you sitting at the kitchen island, it was clear you had been halfway through a baking task before something distracted you. It only took him a moment to realize the thing that had distracted you was the little blue box that laid in front of you on the island. You barely glanced up at him when you heard the door open, his shoes on the hardwood and the lightning fast look you gave he could see the tears brimming in your eyes. An awkward silence took over the two of you as you avoided looking at each other, Bryan practically frozen in the entry way waiting to see what you were going to say. Finally your voice cracked through the silence,

“When did you buy this?”

“Where did you find that?” He asked, slowly stepping toward the island and you laughed.

“You didn’t exactly do a good job of hiding it, so I guess I’ll ask again, when did you buy this? Before or after you knew about the baby?” Your voice nearly shook and Bryan let out a shuddering breath.

“After.” He dared a glance up at you, hating the way his chest was tightening, the way his emotions were surging through his body, “but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to marry you before, or still. All I’ve wanted with you is a future.”

“You never wanted kids.” You pointed out, taking a heavy swig of your drink as you avoided his gaze.

“I adjusted to the idea.” He stepped toward you again, a hand leaning against the island, “it took a bit but I started to realize that the whole family thing, being a dad thing? It sounded like perfection, the whole white picket fence and all. I know it’s not what I come off as, but it’s what I want with you now.”

There was an awkward moment of silence as you downed your drink before looking up at him, your eyes rimmed red, “you do remember I can’t give that to you now, right? Pretty useless if you ask me.”

Bryan felt the cold surge through him, watching the way you stood from your stool, muttering something about spending the night at Kim’s before you disappeared down the hallway. He poured out his own large glass of brandy, wincing at the sound of the apartment door nearly slamming behind you as you left. He was at the point that he simply didn’t know what to do anymore. He still loved you, or at least he thought he did and he could tell in small moments that you felt the same, but there was a wedge between you now that he was certain would never be able to be fully fixed. Your mornings together were spent quiet, rushed as you both got ready for work, days spent buried in said work, a feeble attempt from both of you to distract yourselves from reality. Once you returned home for the evening they were nights of avoidance, too much alcohol and wordlessly watching tv together, or splitting off one of you in the home office while you focused on work instead of each other.

*

Every fight was a little bit worse than the last one, an ugly taste left in your mouths for what felt like days afterwards. Little things like the toilet seat being left up, dishes in the sink for a week at a time, laundry not being moved from washer to the dryer became full fledged arguments instead of small bickering. It started to feel like you were constantly at each other’s throats at this point and to be completely honest, the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins wasn’t helping the situation, it was simply numbing both of you from facing the reality. Though you discovered it really was affecting Bryan more than you thought. You were complaining about how he insisted you be home by dinner time each day despite knowing how heavy your workload was, that if he wanted you home the least he could do was to get a desk for the extra room, make a second office. Working at the island was uncomfortable and the couch was less than practical.

That was when you found out Bryan had lied about clearing out the nursery.

Everything was still in its place, pristine and waiting for the baby that was never coming.

You felt betrayal and hurt surging through you, the one thing you’d actually asked him to do, the thing that would make it seem like it was some kind of bad dream, the thing that would help you move on the most and he not only didn’t do but lied about doing it on top of it all. It felt like your entire world was crashing down on top of you and it took everything in you to not start sobbing right then and there. Your emotion ended up rerouting to anger as you turned back to Bryan,

“Why the fuck did you not have this cleaned out?”

“I didn’t want to make a rash decision about it.” He shot back, turning from you with a huff as he marched back toward the kitchen, scooping up his tumbler of bourbon.

“It wasn’t a rash decision.” You laughed, following him through the apartment, “why bother holding onto all of that after we lost the baby?”

“Because you want kids!” He argued back, “why get rid of it all now if we’d just have to buy it all again later?”

“Oh my god Bryan!” You felt like you were about to pull your hair out, tears of frustration pooling in your eyes as your chest tightened, “when is it going to get through that thick skull of yours that it doesn’t matter how good your swimmers are, I cannot have kids!”

“I thought you’d eventually get over it and we could actually have a conversation about adoption, or surrogacy!”

“Get over it!?” Your eyes narrowed and he felt the bile creeping up from his stomach, “I’m sorry, I’m supposed to just get over a life altering traumatic experience? You were barely even there! Hell you’re barely even around now and when you are all you’re doing is fucking smothering me!”

“Well I’m sorry.” He grumbled, downing the rest of his drink before grabbing the bottle to refill it, “but the woman that I fell in love with, the one who I loved for over a decade, she sure as hell isn’t the fucking shell of a human that’s here now.”

“Low fucking blow. Even from you.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned to snag the bottle of wine you’d been drinking, dumping what was left into your glass. “Clear out the room.”

“I want a future with you.” He practically pleaded, reaching out for your arm and it physically stung when you swatted him away with a dark laugh, sipping at your wine.

“You know, you keep saying shit like that, you’ve always been concerned about me, about making sure that you’ve got me on your arm for eternity.”

“Because I do!” His voice hardened, “and you want kids, so that future means having kids in it and I”—

“Bryan stop!” Your voice cracked as you held a hand up to him, “for the love of fucking god, just stop…” you felt your resilience cracking, tears starting to blur in your eyes as you spoke. “You never wanted to be a dad in the first place. You don’t like kids, and the idea of having some money sucking parasite that’s dependent on you for at least eighteen years is your idea of hell. Stop kidding yourself. We’re never going to have a family.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t say that…”

“The only reason you’re worried about me saying that is that you’re afraid if we don’t have kids you’ll lose me and you know it.” You snapped and he felt like you’d slapped him across the face, “but what’s the fucking point anyways, we barely fucking talk anymore.”

“Maybe that’s because I don’t even know what to say to you anymore!” He felt the anger surging in his chest, mainly because you were right, “you’ve thrown yourself into your work so much you never have anything to say to me! You leave for the office, barely make it for dinner and go straight to bed. At this point you’re too damaged for anyone to love! Myself included! There’s a fucking wedge between us, nothing’s the same and at this point I’m not sure it ever will be.”

“That’s kind of the point of life Bry!” You laughed, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you wanted to burst into tears over his words, “you move forward, you move on.” No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t stop the few tears that did manage to slip over your cheeks slowly, you downed your wine and hurried down the hallway.

“Oh so you’re just done with this conversation now?” Bryan called after you, slamming back his own drink before the glass met the island with too much force. He then followed you down the hallway, his brow furrowing when he found you in the bedroom, bag out on the bed as you tossed necessities into it.

“No.” You huffed out, wiping a stray tear away as you straightened up to face him, “I’m completely done. With this.” You gestured between the two of you, “I’m done with us.” You shoved a couple more things into the bag before zipping it shut and Bryan felt his heart hammering in his chest, “you said it yourself the other day, that this felt like it was falling apart and if I’m so ‘unlovable’ then what’s the point?” You grabbed a coat from the closet, shouldering the bag, “I really thought this would be worth the risk, that maybe life had redirected us together for a fucking reason but it turns out it was just another fucking bomb to go off.”

“Oh come on.” He protested, reaching out for you but deep down he knew what was happening was what needed to happen, nothing positive had come out of the two of you attempting to force yourselves to stay together.

“No, I’m done.” You shook your head, moving past him, “I thought I could see past the man whore-ish ways, your terrible reputation and attitude, the fact that you think with your dick and not your brain. Hell, I walked in on you fucking someone else and I somehow put that behind me. You’re a walking pile of red flags Bryan. Maybe if you get your shit together you’ll find someone, but it sure as hell isn’t me.”

“You don’t have to leave right now!” He called after you, following you back out to the door, “there’s no reason for you to have to pay for a hotel, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I still have an apartment, remember?”

“So that’s just it?” He snapped and you rolled your eyes, another tear escaping your eye.

“I’m damaged goods. Your words, not mine.” Your hand wrapped around the doorknob and you pulled it open, “I’ll be over to get the rest of my shit when you’re at work. Goodbye Bryan.”

He didn’t have enough time to even form a thought of what he was supposed to say in the moment he had before you’d disappeared down the hallway. He felt his heart sinking into his stomach, thinking that this couldn’t be the end. Couples fought all the time, even to the point of one of them sleeping somewhere else, you’d get over this, you’d be back to talk things out eventually, even if it was just a sober repeat of clear thoughts similar to what had just happened.

He knew that wasn’t true when he got into work the next morning and there was a new representative from your firm in the board meeting. He had no doubt you would never be returning thanks to the icy glare he got from Diane, who had clearly been updated on everything that happened.

A few days later he came home to find his apartment feeling emptier, noticing everything that you’d brought into the place gone. The only thing left of you was a post it stuck to the nursery door, ‘clean it out, it’ll help’ scrawled across it in your writing. He couldn’t bring himself to cry, he wasn’t that type of guy, especially over a break up.

So he did what he did best, drowned himself in a bottle of bourbon. One after another until he felt like he could actually leave the apartment for something other than work. Naturally finding himself around the corner at Press Room. It didn’t take long for him to fall back into his bad habits, a conquest was never hard for him to find, even if he knew it wouldn’t fill the void currently in his life.

You were right on the nose with basically everything you’d said. He didn’t want kids, even if they were with you, he’d selfishly only wanted you, if that meant he was stuck with kids, so be it. He’d been in that relationship for all the wrong reasons and when he thought about it, he knew it. So he did his best to not think about it. He was surprised, but it certainly helped that the last time he saw you was as you walked away from his apartment that night.

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AraKashi, Seisenkan Muranushi

Evening

Thank you very much for your support at the Tachikawa performance🪽

They continued to help us during the new year, and we've returned today,

And also introduced the new Tsubaki Factory members!

It was a really wonderful time Thank you very much for today as well🪽 It was a fun and happy day today too🪽

See you tomorrow, thanks for the support at our afternoon performance at Tachikawa!

Today, it aired🌸

Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko" Ishida Ayumi Goes! ~Miyagi Super Marktet Side Dishes ･ Sweets Ver.~

Thank you very much🌸

When writing sentences, like, lets update Insta now, the amount of text ended up like a blog⚠️

And so, I came back to write a blog after all

While its nice that the text is also on Insta, its still a lot there⚠️

Please read the blog while, comparing the photos on Insta! lol

I'll write the blog first, though the stream is at a later date……🙊🙊

I visited 2 super markets, and I'll write about them separately!

First off today,

The sight of meat lined up next to these, cute voluminous fruit sandwiches is impressive,

"Seisenkan Muranushi"-sandwiches

With the ripe fruits sold at the store, they create the fruit sandwiches in-store🍓 Its so good you can only find it at the super market………

If you look at the photo of fruit sandwiches line up,

From the product name, Can you tell what I was into lol Everyone think about it its cute😂🫶🏻

Buying it here today, I ate a grilled fruit sandwich for the first time, it was suppperrrr delicious! It was slightly salty!

At Muranushi-sans's, I helped out with e new product ideas and,

I decided on a theme☀️ fufu

Choco x Banana x Cornflake x Cream That is, we came up with a sandwich that was certainly a combination of these🤦🏻‍♀️

and, we actually made it

Please take a look at the 6th photo on Insta I did a cross-section cut in the wrong direction

I'm satisfied I didn't make the mistake in the 7th photo

Fruits sandwiches are difficult to make!!

Also I got to see them being made, They add in a luxurious amount of cream, it was a really happy scene for customers!!

From today, actually, the product that came from my idea, is being sold at the super market🤤🍫🍌

Ah, of course they are beautifully made and sold←

#SaturdayMorningFever

It also has a disctinct name! lol

Please definitely give it a taste🤤🍫🍌

I don't know, How long it will be on sale but, I wonder if it will be sold for a long time if its popularrr🫶🏻

Do your best! Sunday Morning Fever! lol

The past show's are,

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New members were announced😳🪽

💿Releasing February 7th

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Thank you for waiting for the Blu-ray&DVD! Its finally releasing--!

Its already nostalgic but, It has an amazing medley, really Please enjoy it many times

📚Releasing on February 7th "Hello! Project BEST SHOT!! Vol.26"

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The topic of todays column is dance, by all means

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We'll be going around the country from March 16th!

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Archive Post: Idol High

Synopsis: Uh basically it’s the written version of a crazy dream series I had a while ago. I’m tired of not updating here but I also don’t have any requests so here we are 😀

*unedited

"Hi are you interested in Korean culture and Kpop? Do you want to get to know the Idols you've come to love? This is the place for you! Fill out the application and see if you're qualified for what it takes to be an Idol!"

I quickly pull up the online application and fill it out. I have been into Korean culture for 8 years (it’s been over a decade now currently 😀) and it's time my knowledge be put to the test. I answer all of the requirements and send my application in hoping I'll get a response.

🌻

"Girrrrrrrrrrrlllllll, I'm LIVING!! This is our chance to meet our ultimate biases and if we're fortunate....marry them!" My best friends are on a Group FaceTime call screaming. "They specifically said they don't want Koreaboos and fangirling on campus. We'll have to work on it."

"Don't our acceptance letters come today if we get in? We already did our interviews so hopefully we all get in. I personally can't wait to see Mark."

The rest of us look at her. "We know Kayla, we know." The doorbell rings and I tell them to hold on. A Korean man was standing at the door with an envelope.

"Hello Ms.Diamond, you're formally invited to attend Idol High, your flight leaves in the morning. Your ticket is inside along with the itinerary for your first day and check in for your dorm room. 안녕히 가세요!"

Wowww I actually got in...

🌻

My friends and I arrive at the airport along with our luggage. "So do we order an Uber or...do they provide us transportation? Wait...I see a sign that says Idol High." We head towards the man holding the sign and he looks really familiar. "You girls attending Idol High?"

"MINHO?! I mean um yes we're attending Idol High. Ahaha..." He smiles and gestures for us to follow him. "Girrrrrllll we hit the jackpot!" "I know we are finally living like a kdrama!" "I wonder how the dorms work!"

"Ladies are you coming?" We stop whispering among ourselves and run after him.

🌻

We arrive on campus and it looks like we stepped into what looks like Boys Over Flowers and My Hero Academia had a baby. "Wowww we're going to live here?!" Minho chuckles a bit at our reactions. "Well yes of course. Your luggage will be taken to your room while you attend orientation. Well it was nice meeting you ladies, enjoy your time here."

We exit the limo and step foot on campus for the first time. As we enter the Admin office we are ushered to the orientation center and sat at a computer desk. "Welcome to Idol High, please insert your full legal name into the appropriate section."

Click click

"Welcome Mina to Idol High, you will now take a quiz to decide who your roommates will be. The dorms are co-Ed."

Click click

"Your results are in. You are best matched with BamBam of Got7 and YangYang of WayV. You can not be matched with your biases. Please head to your dorm to continue orientation."

Of course I wouldn't be paired with my biases...I knew it. I check to see that my friends are finished with their quizzes. "So who did you get?"

"Yugyeom and Hendery."

"Hwasa and Yuta"

"Wooyoung and Zuho"

"Wooseok and Shownu."

"Oh cool. Well I'm going to head to my dorm, I'll catch you later." I walk to my dorm and bump into someone. "Oh excuse me beautiful, are you okay?" I look up to see the man of my dreams( 🥴) Jackson Wang. "...um oh uh no but I'll be okay later...." He smiles and presses the elevator button. "Sooo do you like Got7?" The doors open and we walk inside. "Absolutely, that's my...favorite group...floor 7 please."

"Oh me too, what room are you in?" I look at my sheet and back at him. "4..." I'm so nervous I hope I'm not sweating. "I'm in 5, that's across the hall. I guess I'll be seeing you around. Can I see your schedule?" I pass him my paper and our hands touch slightly and I feel my stomach fill up with butterflies. Oh good god.

"We have the same morning classes, maybe we can walk to class together." He smiles as he hands me my paper back. "Oh okayyyyy, I wouldn't be opposed to that idea." The doors open and we step out together. "Oh I think our rooms are this way." I follow him and we find our dorms. "Well I'll let you get settled, maybe later we can go to the café together?" "Oh sure that sounds good. Just knock on my door ..."

I open my door and wave to him before closing it. If I stayed in his presence any longer I think I would've burst. "How am I going to control myself around him?" "Around who?" I jump because I know that voice all too well, BamBam.

"No one...hi I'm Mina." He shrugs and waves. "You already know who I am, Double B!" YangYang pops out his room and smiles. "Hi Mina, it's nice to meet you!"

"Awww you're so cute in person, it's nice to meet you too!" He blushes a bit as he smiles. "Well go settle in, we'll hang out later." I smile as I open the door labeled Mina and close it. I let out a breath of relief and see that my bags have been placed at the foot of the bed. I think I'll have a lot to get used to but I think I'm gonna like it here.

A/n

Okay so I'm going to update this for the part 2 but this is long enough haha. Please comment 🥰

#kpop #kpop ambw #got7 #my archives #nct 127 #jackson wang #my ocs #bambam #kpop x black reader

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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 7 Part 1

TW: Minor Character death

Hattie walked through the near empty street that connected the central plaza and the shopping district, she looked at her watch 07:51am, no surprise that she encountered hardly anyone, and the ones she did, gave her a strange look that made her want tell them to peck off, but she didn't care about what they thought anyway.

She hadn't been able to sleep, her thoughts kept circling around the mission and it's severity. She couldn't mess this up. It would all be way easier without the Penguiads around to interfere in their business constantly, yet what if she failed, then all the hard work from everyone toward realizing this plan would be wasted.

As she routed the corner into the next street she noticed someone she knew walking on the other side of the road. It was Bow! Bow always had good advice and she was fun to talk to, maybe talking to her would cheer her up a bit. She sped up a bit and yelled over the traffic to get her attention.

“Hey Bow, wait up!” The girl in the green coat got startled and almost tripped. She spun around to see who had addressed her and found Hattie looking to the right to check that no car would run her over before she crossed the street and caught up to her.

“Hattie?! What are you doing here this early?” Maybe she was on the way to school or something...but there were no schools in the metro, and she wasn't carrying a bag of any kind. It was truly strange, especially because she had never seen her accompanied by anyone. Well, the blue-eyed girl had told her that she'd be fine, so she just ignored the obvious neglect of her guardian, she was out here by herself too after all.

“Oh, I was just taking a stroll, and you?”

“Same. I needed some air, things have been...hectic to say the least.” Hattie's face fell a bit.

“What's wrong, Bow? Has your grandpa still not listened to you?” Bow shook her head.

“No, your advice worked like a charm, Hattie!-”, the purple-wearing child beamed, happy that her advice yielded results.”-I finally figured out what had him so worried...he was simply concerned about the safety of the family.” The smile on Bow's face faltered a little at the question Hattie asked after.

“Why would he be worried about the safety of you and your family?” A very valid question to which she absolutely had to make something up, she didn't want to drag her first real friend into harm's way.

“Uhh, you see...we're kinda not doing so well financially...but we'll soon have paid all the debt back.” Yeah soon they would pay back the losses of life and freedom the less fortunate Penguiads had to endure at the wings of the Leowles. She had no idea yet what “Operation Jailbird” entailed, but she had no doubt that DJ Grooves' plan would succeed, and that the Leowles would crumble after their attack.

Hattie looked a bit sad and worried, but lit up a moment later, “Wanna buy some cookies and chocolate milk for breakfast?!-” She gave her a friendly smile, “-My treat.” Bow wasn't going to refuse such a tempting offer, although she felt a bit bad for abusing Hattie's kindness.

“Cookies and chocolate milk? Count me in!-” She jumped up and down excitedly before giving Hattie a wink, “But next time, I'll treat you to something, I know just the place.” The purple-eyed girl could see that Hattie looked excited at the idea, before her delight stopped rather abruptly.

“Okay, but don't spent all your saved up pocket money just to make it up to me.” If Bow's family really had little money, she'd feel awful. How was Bow going to buy the latest issue of 'Soldier Moon', if she would spend it to return the favor?

“Don't worry, as I said, it isn't that bad.”

Hattie took Bow to her favorite bakery and bought some chocolate chip cookies, after that she bought some chocolate milk from the convenience store nearby. Bow suggested that they could sit in the tiny park just a few blocks over, it wasn't really a park, just a small bench situated in the middle of a green grass field with a total of...three trees around them, the metro really didn't have much greenery to begin with, but it was the perfect place to enjoy a nice and calm breakfast with a friend.

“Those are some of the best cookies I've ever had! Thanks, Hattie!”

“I know right! I always buy some whenever I have some money left over.” Maybe she should ask the yellow bird for more allowance? The thought reminded her about what she actually wanted to talk about with Bow. “Bow can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead I'm all ears.” Bow assured the other girl, who was fumbling with the packaging that the cookies were in previously, Bow could tell that something was weighing heavily on her.

“I...I have a really difficult task to complete and I'm worried that I mess up. If I do, I'll let my family down.” Bow didn't know Hattie for that long now, however, she didn't strike her as unreliable or incompetent. Heck, she was out here all on her own and seemed completely fine, most other kids avoided the whole metro like the plague.

“You got this, Hattie! You simply worry too much. Just do it and don't think about what could go wrong all the time.” Bow had a point she just needed to concentrate on the mission and not think about failure, it only made her fear worse and distracted her.

The blue-eyed girl smiled once again after her eyes lit up with realization. “Yeah, I'm just gonna focus on completing the task. Thanks, Bow!” Bow was caught a bit off guard as Hattie gave her a big hug, which she returned a moment later.

Yes, the Penguiads wouldn't even know what hit them. Just like the cats they were just obstacles that needed to be eliminated, as long as she didn't think of them as living, breathing beings and more like objects it would be fine.

-

A small convoy of cars made its way through the dark, narrow back alleys, careful not to draw too much attention to themselves. Bow sat in her seat, as rigid as a statue, on high alert, ready to carry out the mission with which she was entrusted by the tall penguin.

“So, this should be easy, right, Bow?” Dave's flippers trembled slightly and were clutching the steering wheel so tight they almost left imprints on the leather, which only confirmed that he knew just how important this mission truly was.

She took a deep breath to calm her own nerves down before she replied, she had to be the level-headed one now, the penguins were loyal, but very prone to messing up if they didn't concentrate enough. “Bro listen, I'll handle most of it, just stand near the station so that you can see me through the windshield of the train. Got it?”

“You sure you don't want any help?” He gave her a small glance before fixing his sight back on the bumpy, hardly-maintained back road. She slowly shook her head.

“I'll need you and the others after I'm done in there, we needed to get a hold of the owls before they have a chance to report to the Conductor. That ancient owl...thing may have no style, but he ain't dumb.” He'd know to be prepared and bring reinforcements with him, and that would compromise their plan, they needed him alone.

Dave parked the car a bit further away from the station, three other penguins followed them, one stayed behind in the other car, prepared to pick them up in case something went wrong.

“What time is it?” Bow asked Dave as she carefully approached the station, she rose a hand to stop the advancing penguins behind her, as suspected, there were two owls patrolling the station.

“02:48, we gotta hurry.” Dave whispered. Bow had to lure the Leowle members over to them somehow, they would spot them even in the dark, due to their superior vision.

“Anyone have a coin?” The others searched their pockets upon the odd demand.

“No coin, but a marble.” One of them said and Dave beat her to the question that she wanted to ask.

“Dude, why do you have a freaking marble in your pocket?” The other penguin put his flippers to his hips, a little irritated.

“None of your business...I can collect what I want, it's a free country.” Bow just rolled her eyes and reached for the small turquoise orb, with hesitation and a sincere anguish, the penguin handed it over.

She waited for one of them to turn his head in their direction, before ducking back behind the building and throwing the marble. The owl seemed to have noticed that something landed in the street behind the station and alerted his friend, who also moved away from his post.

“Get ready, they're coming over here.” She readied her dagger, as much as she hated to do it, killing them would make it easier down the line.

The wide eyes full of sheer terror, that broke right as she stabbed the dagger through the owl's stomach, made her skin crawl. She would never get used to this, the lifelessness and the way their dead eyes seemingly stared at her made her almost vomit.

The other owl was swiftly taken out by the other Penguiads. Bow composed herself again, not wanting to dwell on the horror of taking a life any longer, she had to pull herself together and focus on the mission. “Put them into one of the dumpsters in the alley, we'll be long gone before they find them.” She loathed the words that came out of her mouth, she knew it was necessary, she hated the Leowles just as much as the other Penguiads did, but it still disgusted her. They did as she commanded and simply tossed them in the big dumpster like feathery pieces of garbage.

Bow went closer to the station and hid just out of sight behind advertisement standees placed on the platform, as long as she was quick about it, they wouldn't even see her coming. The penguins waited a bit further away, ready to help out after she had broken the front window and opened the doors to let them in. For this operation, Bow decided to bring the heavy iron bat she had found among the stuff in the storage once, thinking that it would come in handy now.

Bow jumped out from her hiding place the moment the train came to a halt, a loud shattering noise could be heard as the metal bat made contact with the big windshield as the purple-eyed girl broke into the enemy vehicle. Before the owl in the front could react she swung her weapon again and either knocked him out or killed him, she wasn't sure and she didn't have time to check, she needed to open the doors first. She panicked a little after seeing the huge array of blinking lights and various switches, but after pressing a few buttons the doors finally opened, and not a moment too soon. The owls in the other wagons acted just as they anticipated and ran to the front to find the cause of the commotion. The two owls that arrived were assaulted by the three penguins that swiftly entered, now that the doors were open. Dave, who was oddly focused today, opened the door to the next wagon and managed to knock the communicator right out of the Leowle's talon, thus preventing the failure of the mission right then and there.

Bow opened the lock on the door and joined the others, who apparently had everything under control, as she found the two owls dead on the floor.

“We rock, dude! Those mite-ridden feather bags don't stand a chance against us!” The two penguins high...oned? each other and looked to her with proud smiles on their beaks.

“Stay focused, this isn't over yet.” They stopped their cheering, a bit perplexed by Bow's unusual seriousness. A moment later Dave returned with the communicator that he had taken from the, now incapacitated, owl.

“So we just gotta put that little chip in that the boss gave you, right?” He asked Bow, who nodded and pulled the tiny chip out of her pocket. The DJ had told her that all she had to do was put it in the slot in the back and it would do the rest, after it was inserted she was to do her best impression of a gang member of the Leowles and get their yellow-feathered leader to the train.

“Dave, you got the jewels, right?” He grabbed a small bag and showed its sparkling contents to the purple-eyed girl, who nodded and told him to place it in the front. It would be more than obvious that it was a set up, but the new police corps would jump at the chance of getting the old owl behind bars, how would not matter to them. They just needed to make sure that old bird would arrive around the same time the police did.

Bow inserted the chip and switched the device on after clearing her throat.

-

“Hattie, Hattie....HATTIIIIEEE!!!”

“I can hear you, you know. You don't have to scream my ears off, gramps.”

“Sorry 'bout that, wasnae sure if it was operatin' properly.” Hattie put the headset up for a moment to stop her ears from ringing, before she got up and got ready for the mission. With a slight jolt, the train stopped at the only station in the entertainment district, from here, she had to walk as stealthily as possible. One wrong move and she would alert the penguins to her presence, and that would probably be the last thing she would do. Hattie could see the glowing lights of the biggest night club a few blocks away.

“Tell me when ye get there, lassie, and...be careful, okay.” She smiled, somewhat happy that he worried about her.

“Roger! Talk to you when we arrive there.” She looked over to Enrique and the other owl that followed them. He had told her his name right after they boarded the train, but she hadn't paid any attention, she had been so focused that when Enrique lightly tapped her shoulder, she had fallen off her seat.

“You ready, Noah?”, the eagle-owl asked his shaking comrade.

“W-We just have to fly to the rooftops and wait for Hattie to get in position, right?” The other owl nodded and looked over to Hattie, who tried to figure out the best way to make it to the side of the building without being seen.

“I wish you luck Hattie, we'll start phase two as soon as I see you arrive.” With that he took to the skies, the other owl followed close behind. Hattie sighed, sometimes it really sucked to not have wings to fly.

The young girl decided to avoid the front of the club and the roads leading to it entirely, and opted to take the long way around, sneaking through side roads. As she got closer, more and more Penguiads were patrolling the area. On time she got particularly close to being caught after two penguins nearly spotted her. She had seen them route the corner while talking to each other, the girl doubted that they wouldn't have noticed her climb up the escape ladder and hide on one of the platforms of the fire escape, had they not been so involved in their conversation.

When she was around four houses away form building, the loud booming of the heavy bass made the ground under her vibrate, not to speak of the loud music. How anyone could have their headquarters in a place this intolerably loud, was beyond her.

She also noticed the cars that were parked all over the road, she had been skeptic when the yellow owl had told them that the noise of the cars would be so loud that they could distract the Penguiads at the entrance, but now all that doubt had disappeared.

“Alright, I'm in position, Enrique and Noah should start the distraction any moment now.” As if on cue she heard the cars in the front and on the other side of the club activate their alarms. She wondered for a moment just how those two could fly with rocks in their pockets.

“Alright, lassie, you gotta make it all the way ta the back of the buildin', then, we start phase three.” That was by far the hardest part, she needed to make it past the huge crowd without drawing the attention of any of the Penguiads. She swallowed the lump in her throat and prepared herself.

Just as planed, the penguins that stood guard near the entrance left to figure out what had triggered the alarms of the nearby vehicles, giving Hattie the opportunity to slip in unnoticed. The moment she entered, she immediately ran to the back of the crowd, staying as far away from the front as possible while she searched for an easy way to make it to the rooms in the back on the other side of the huge room. The blue-eyed girl had noticed that there were a lot of penguins watching the crowd from the edges of the room probably to keep the more rambunctious patrons in check.

She grew a bit anxious as she tried to figure out how to get past them, until she noticed a vent shaft up on the big speaker on the other side of the room, however she had to sneak behind one of the huge music-blasting boxes, and when crawl behind the bar.

When no one was looking, Hattie quickly moved to the speaker closest to the entrance and squeezed behind it. She wondered when the last time was that they cleaned them, there was so much dust and so many cobwebs that she had to pinch her nose to prevent a sneeze. After climbing over and ducking under long, thick cables, she emerged on the other side. She spotted two penguins, who honestly appeared to be so wasted that they were in worse condition when the yellow owl had ever been whenever she found him drunk, so it was easier than she thought it would be to sneak by unnoticed. The last thing she had to do was get up on the huge speaker near the ventilation shaft, it took her a bit of effort but she managed by pressing her arms and legs against the speaker and the wall and slowly pushing herself up that way.

Hattie breathed a small sigh of relief the moment she entered the vent and made her way through the narrow path, all she had to do now was find an opening somewhere further in without to many people and she would be fine. The vent opened in a small storage room, which Hattie chose as the perfect place to plant the bomb.

“Hey, can you hear me gramps? I'm in one of the backrooms now.” She heard a small rustling noise before he answered her.

“Good, get the parts out and assemble the bomb like I showed ye.” She put her small bag down and tried to do it just the way she had practiced.

“Okay...Just wait.....almost got it. There!” She exclaimed a bit louder than she wanted, and as no sounds followed after she listened for footsteps, she quietly let out the breath she had been holding.

“Well done, lassie. Now set the timer to 'round 30 minutes and get the peck outta there.” Hattie placed the bomb high up on a shelf that had a lot of canned food, most of it appeared to be canned tuna. The bomb started beeping and the red digits counted down from 30. She checked her watch it was 03:17am.

When she tried to tell the owl that so far everything was going according to plan, she was confused, the weird rustling from before was even louder now.

“What is that noise, is everything alright?” Hattie cautiously asked and heard a low grumble before his tone shifted.

“Don't ye worry, lass. Just gotta go out fer a moment.” Right before he switched the device off, she could hear him angrily mutter something about stupid peck necks, a train, and Crowwing-Station.

#dead bird metro au #a hat in time #ahit fanfic #ahit #ahit conductor #ahit dj grooves #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #inspired by the au from #@the confuktor

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Just the Two of Us - Chapter 1

Wahoo! First chapter of that new story of mine! I wanted to try something different for this first chapter. Less exposition and more straight to the point. We'll get to learn more about Vee and other stuff in future chapters, but for now I wanted to lay out the first meeting.

Events are after the 2nd movie. Dunno exactly how long after, but it's been some time for sure. Please note that all characters are depicted as adults. Mature subjects may come in later chapters (nsfw, of course language 'cause I have the mouth of a fucking sailor, deep emotional stuff, most probably some intense action and blood - 'cause this mama loves to be intense). There's gonna be some humor too, don't worry~

I've started this fic first for myself, but I was liking the various drafts I did and I wanted to share 💜

Title is inspired by the song "Just the Two of Us" by Grover Washington.

[First Chapter - you're here!] // [Next Chapter - incoming]

And in an instant my soul trembled Meeting your eyes didn't feel like the first time Deep within me I knew - I simply knew That forever I'd be entranced by you

There was something about this late August's night that felt different.

Maybe it was this warmth that had some moisture lingering in the air. Or this surreal feeling that was now creeping under Vee's skin as her friend April was leading her into a dark alley. Who knows, really.

"You have to promise me, Vee. You must keep this encounter a secret. Never tell anyone about what you're going to see."

When the reporter had asked for help regarding friends that needed a hand with translation issues, of course Vee accepted. But now the woman was slowly starting to second-guess her choice. She knew April had no mean bone in her however, trusting her then feeling like the right thing to do...

"I dunno why it's getting so serious all of a sudden, but I promise you, April."

"And I know you'll keep that promise," added the brunette with a soft smile.

Their heels' clicking came to a stop against the pavement, the reporter taking some seconds to check her surroundings before bringing a watch to her left wrist up, pressing a button and saying: "It's alright, we're ready." Vee slightly frowned at that action until she heard movement from above, some things now falling and moving in the shadows of the alley.

"Now, Vee, please don't freak out," instantly tried to reassure April, placing herself before her friend and trying to keep Vee's focus on her. "I assure you, they're friends."

Now the intrigue was killing Vee's curiosity, her gaze moving from April's, now finally noticing new forms appearing in the dim lights of the alley. The first shape was already impressive in size, piercing blue eyes going straight across her soul. She noticed green scales, a blue bandana, a shell?! Vee's eyes were wide open as her mouth simply opened and closed like a fish out of water, unable to form words. She shyly pointed out at the creature, grabbing her friend's arm out of pure instinct.

"It's alright, Vee," added April.

Other forms came forward, their looks different, yet all sharing those reptilian features. Orange, red, and purple bandanas added to the blue. All were staring at Vee, silent, trying to judge her reaction - afraid she'd be scared, most probably. Vee finally found back her voice, slight gasps of air exhaling from her lungs. She couldn't help her smile, slightly shaking her friend's arm she was still holding, blurting out in exclamation:

"Holy shit!!"

She moved away from April and now forward to the newcomers. She did keep her distance, not wanting to provoke any harsh reactions. Her eyes could barely stay in place, noticing new details on each individual she'd look at.

"April, what the fuck!" she added, turning to the brunette. "Your friends look awesome!"

"Told ya April has hot friends and this one looks cool," piped one of the creatures - the orange one - towards the red one, which resulted in some tsks and a playful slap on his shoulder.

"You're not scared?" asked April, moving to stand close to her friend again.

"Well, I mean..." Vee took another glance at the four, vaguely gesturing them. "I guess I'm more... surprised?! It's not everyday you see- … see, uh.." she paused, frowning a little, hands on her hips. "What are you guys, anyway?"

That brought some smiles on their faces, tension finally easing. The blue one spoke first:

"We are mutant ninja turtles, ma'am," he answered with one polite nod.

"Oh sure, that makes sense," acknowledged Vee, still frowning.

Her brain was running a hundred miles per second, trying to assess everything. They were giant speaking turtles, for crying out loud! Most people would've ran away at the sight of them, but Vee felt nothing else than pure fascination at the moment. And knowing they were friends with April, that did facilitate the encounter.

"So, April, that's the friend you spoke about?" brought up another mutant, the one wearing a red do-rag.

"Oh, yes, right, let me do the presentations," started the reporter, finally getting in motion. She first gestured around Vee's frame: "Guys, this is Vee!" She next started from left to right, the first one being the turtle wearing an orange bandana: "So this is Michelangelo-"

"Call me Mikey, sweetface," he quickly added, winking.

"Don't cut me, Mikey, that's rude," playfully bantered April, then moving to the red one. "This one's Raphael. Don't worry, he looks like a brute but he's really sweet."

"Depends on who yer askin'," smirked the large one.

"Now that's Leonardo, their leader, and finally over here we've got Donatello. You'll mostly be working with him for the task at hand."

Vee's eyes followed suit and landed on the tall terrapin adorning a purple bandana. Compared to the others he was slimmer in frame, wore glasses and presented various tech on his person. Vee paid no mind as she moved towards him, extending her hand as a greeting, out of pure formality and habit.

"Hi! I look forward to getting started."

The other paused for a second, his gaze glued to her hand. He only got in motion once April gently elbowed him, finally holding Vee's hand to return the greeting.

"Likewise."

A strong shiver went through Vee, seeing how her hand looked so small in his. Her green eyes crossed his golden ones, the exchange quickly over.

"So," started Leonardo. "April told us you can help us translate things from French to English. That's correct?"

"Yes," answered Vee with a smile. "It's my first language, I won't have any issues with that."

"You don't sound French at all," added Michelangelo. "Where's your accent?"

"Oh, sorry I don't sound like a movie stereotype," added the woman with slight annoyance, although playful. "I've been learning and speaking English from a very young age, since in Canada both English and French are the two offical languages."

"Wait, they speak French in Canada? I thought you'd be from France or somethin'!" continued the orange one.

"Welp, we all learn something new everyday!" pointed Vee.

And boy was she learning something completely new today.

***

Of all the places she thought she'd go to tonight, Vee didn't think it'd be in the sewers. The group was making its way through large undisturbed canals, April in front and discussing with Leo and Raph. As Vee was behind with Mikey and Donnie, she did start a conversation with the latter in order to be up to speed with the project.

"So, what am I going to work with? Should I wait until we get to the place before I get more details, or-?"

"You're totally gonna do some super secret spy stuff," said Mikey right away, playfully.

"Well, not totally," objected Donatello with a soft sigh, his attention now on Vee. "If I may brief you a little; we've intercepted communications from an enemy-"

"The Foot clan!"

"-Yes the Foot, thanks Mikey. And they seem to have developped an alliance with someone overseas, speaking French. All conversations are in audio form. I've tried to learn the language, but we're in a rush and I must admit that it's been kind of hard."

"Understandable, French is one hell of a language to learn," softly smiled Vee.

"And I didn't want to put those files through online translation services, as the information's nature is still unknown and I wouldn't want to risk any leaks of it. … Then April suggested you, and here we are."

"Here we are, indeed," added the woman. "It shouldn't be too difficult. My only concern would be regarding terms or keywords that are unknown to me; anything that may not be too familiar to me regarding this whole situation. But given the time, I could probably get through anything."

"Hey, by the way," said Mikey, diverting the subject a little. "Is your name really Vee? Sounds more like a nickname to me."

"Well aren't you the rude one tonight," slightly frowned Donnie.

"What?! I'm genuinely curious!"

Vee was still smiling: "No worries, it's not rude to ask! Indeed it's a nickname, since my full name can be quite a mouthful for English speakers at times. It's Véronique."

"Say what now?" added Mikey.

The woman couldn't hide her small laugh: "See! That's the kind of reaction I get everytime. That's why I tell people to call me Vee. Short and sweet!"

"Your name sounds beautiful though, what a shame," commented Donnie.

"Eyo, stop flirtin' back there," piped in Raph.

Mikey's chuckle echoed in the tunnel while Donnie's eyes rolled. They finally arrived to their destination; the Lair. Vee was instantly amazed as she witnessed the size of the place, all filled with interesting objects here and there.

"No way!" she breathed out with a large smile. "This place's amazing!"

That did boost the turtles' mood, enjoying to see such reaction from the woman. It was refreshing to meet someone new and see their fascination regarding their world.

"Where's Splinter?" asked April.

"He's out for the night to salvage some stuff for himself," answered Leonardo. "Plus he wanted to give us space for the newcomer."

"Didn't want to recreate a Casey situation?" added the brunette, amused.

"Oh I wish," chuckled Raph.

As the group was still moving forward, Vee leaned in to April, asking:

"Who's Splinter?"

"Their father and sensei. He's a rat."

"Oh! Of course...," added Vee as if it was normal, although intrigued.

They arrived to a workstation, many screens assembled to create a sort of digital alcove. Vee was instantly charmed, getting past her friend so she could get closer to the setup and admire it.

"Holy shit! Now that's a nice setup," she recognized, hands on her hips and looking up the screens.

"Finally, someone recognizes my creation," added Donnie, amused.

She turned to him.

"… Did you build all that by yourself? I mean … that's impressive! Is it only one computer? Or the machine must be a beast in order to support all those screens! And it must be quite the challenge to organize the desktop to spread on such a dome-like setup. What OS are you using? Windows? Linux? I hope it's not Apple, that stuff is a nightmare.-"

She stopped herself, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Oh, uhm, sorry I'm asking a lot of questions."

Man, Donnie's heart was suddenly beating fast...

"Please, don't apologize, you're probably the first person ever to be curious about my stuff!"

"Nerds alert," poked in Mikey.

That brought some laughs from the others, Donnie and Vee shyly smiling. The tall terrapin then moved to his computer, trying to shake away the feeling as he brought the files up.

"Do you want to give it a first listen and see what's up?" he asked the woman, trying to ignore the others behind.

"Yes, please," answered Vee, coming closer and wanting to get on the task at hand.

As the terrapin started the recording, the group was then silent, Vee frowning as she focused. The voices were surprisingly clear and the recording of a good quality. As a first listen, she did grasp that some arrangements were being made regarding a certain formula and two animals?

"Un loup et une tortue alligator?" she voiced outloud, puzzled.

"What's that, you got something?" asked April.

Vee's brows were still furrowed, pondering for a moment as she paused the recording. She looked back at Donatello.

"There's a lot of information being given in this. Can I borrow some stuff to help me out; headphones, and uh-" she glanced at his keyboard. "A smaller keyboard so I can type it out and make better sense of it."

"Of course," he answered, already on the move to gather the equipment.

Vee turned to the others, sighing.

"This might take a little while," she announced. "If I caught things correctly, they're talking about a formula – something to be injected, and two specific animals. I'll need to relisten a couple of times to better pinpoint what's going on."

"Why do I have the feeling it might be about that damn purple ooze," added Leo, looking at his brothers.

"If that's true," said Donnie, the requested items in his hands as he was back. "That would mean we'd probably have a lead about Stockman's whereabouts."

"Let's not jump to conclusions yet," said April.

As the terrapin finished setting the items up, he handed the headphones to Vee, then moving his chair around in order to offer it to her. Vee thanked him, taking place. She gave one last glance to the group before holding the headphones close to her ears.

"No need to wait for me, I'll call you guys when I'll be done with this. Hopefully it won't take too long."

***

Donnie had decided to stay closeby, in case she'd ever request for some assistance or any other item. He was standing and leaning against the desk opposite of the one Vee was sitting at, absent-mindedly browsing his phone. To be frank, he spent more time observing her, somehow entranced by the way she was working. She was a fast typer. She barely had to look at the keyboard as her fingers flew across the keys. At some points she'd be mumbling in French to herself, continuing to type. The terrapin did not notice his younger brother, Mikey, sliding in next to him, smiling as he said in a low, cheerful tone: ""Diiiiibs~"

"Oh for crying out loud," complained Donnie in a similar hushed tone.

"What? She looks cute and seems like a complete badass! Look at her being a freakin' pro hacker level typer."

"Sure, 'cause you know about hacking," half-smiled the purple banded one.

"All I'm saying, we rarely get any other ladies in here. Let me have a chance!"

"Whatever, man, I didn't say a thing," sighed Donnie, going back to his phone.

His brother slipped away, smirking. Finally alone again, the turtle's eyes did wander back to Vee's form. She was quite nice looking indeed. Her dark teal green hair were an uncommon choice, yet did communicate her carefree nature. Her overall look was more of a classic chic nature, yet dressing comfortably. Plus her large black frame glasses seemed to compliment her pale eyes perfectly – were they green? Also he had noticed her tattoos, especially the ones at her right hand, at her inner left forearm, and some hidden ones at her upper left chest and her wrists. She seemed like quite the interesting character, indeed... His attention snapped as he noticed the woman removing the headphones, a slight sigh of relief leaving her. Donnie brought a stool and installed it next to her, sitting by her side.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked.

"I finished writing up the whole dialogue down, in French," she answered, vaguely gesturing the screen. "It allowed me to get a better grasp of what was going on. Seems like my first observations were right; there were talks of a formula, an injection. They're planning on grabbing a wolf and an alligator snapping turtle for some sort of tests. They mentionned mutations along the way, something about what would be the results for an injection in animal subjects, rather than humans?"

"Leo was right then, it's related to the purple ooze..."

"What's that?"

"That's quite the long subject, but to summarize; it's a substance that has mutation properties. For humans, it turns them into part animal, part humanoid beings. The first incidence of that was Bebop and Rocksteady, two criminals that respectively got turned into a warthog and a rhinoceros."

"Damn, okay," commented Vee, surprised. "So what would be the results on animal subjects? Any thoughts?"

Donnie shrugged.

"Either they become fully human, or they go through different mutations – that is if the original formula is not altered. … Were there any talks about that?"

"Not really," answered the woman. "The discussion was pretty much centered around those animals. Were you able to record more of those conversations?"

"Actually, yes," said the turtle, grabbing the mouse and opening a folder on his computer. "I was able to get three more recently. But there's no need to go over them tonight... My brothers and I first wanted to know if things would go well tonight, and frankly I think it has been a success!"

"If you guys want me to come back to continue the work, I wouldn't mind."

"That'd be great!" smiled the terrapin, looking at the woman.

Yeah, she has green eyes. Vee was smiling softly as well, her chin resting on raised closed knuckles.

"… I still can't believe it somehow," she started, pensive. "This whole evening is just so weird right now, yet I know it's real. … I'm just so amazed."

"Amazed by my good looks?" suddenly came in Mikey as he got closer to Vee's position, taking support at the top back of her chair.

Vee chuckled while Donnie let out a quiet sigh.

"Amazed by all your looks," answered Vee. "I feel like I could ask so many questions right now, but I'll keep that for another time."

"We could definitely arrange a night of 20 questions," added the orange one with a playful look and a wink.

"Sure, why not!" laughed the woman.

((TO BE CONTINUED))

#just the two of us fic #it's-a-moi #this fic is probably gonna be more personal and close to my heart 💜 #don't worry I know I have 54763748655 other drafts as well #but right now this is my brainrot and I'll do what I want weheheheheh #might start posting it on Ao3 once I have more chapters in

[missjoolee]

📚tell me all your fun ideas !!

Hiiiiiiiiii. I can't tell you all of the ideas becaues there is not enough time in the day but for some reason i really liked the idea of a wrong number au. And i was coming up with all these thoughts on how it might go, like, does Julie text Luke? Does he text her? what are the circumstances that lead to it? BUT THEN, I had the most ideas for an au where

ALEX is the one to text the wrong number

and it's julie

and at first he is mortified by the text he missent

(a picture with caption asking if it looked infected)

but then Julie is sweet and kind and then sassy and they just sort of keep talking. Alex finds it easier to talk about some things with a "stranger"

and Julie just enjoys the conversations

but then like 2-3 weeks later of texting randomly, something happens while out with the guys and Alex is like "i gotta tell someone about this" and starts texting Julie.

and alex grudgingly gives them the basics of who Julie is.

but then luke and reggie get all like... defensive. and one day Luke steals Alex's phone to get Julie's number without Alex knowing and texts her himself

"You better not be scamming my friend!"

"What? he texted me"

it's revealed that alex failed to mention that he was the one that sent the original wrong number text

but it results in a weird animosity thing

luke sees alex checking his texts during band practice? he gets his phone out and is like "stop texting alex right now. it's a distraction >_<"

Alex starts texting someone as they are walking somewhere? "bro, why do you have to text her right now when you're with us?"

it's obvious that someone is an only child and also jealous

but then!

one day, luke has caught alex looking at his phone like 10 times in 5 minutes during band practice which is ridiculous. so he texts julie "STOP IT"

and she is FED UP at this point

so she does the unthinkable and calls him right then an there

he sees her number and eyes bugging he silences it and puts it face down on the table

but She is Big Mad. and she knows he is at his phone!

so she calls back again

and luke intends to just let it vibrate on the table and ignore it but Reggie is like "Who'd be calling you during Band Practice?" and picks it up before luke can grab it

but he doesn't recognize the number and shows it to alex who does

"Luke. Why is Julie calling you right now? How does she even have your number?!"

Julie never told him that Luke had started texting her

Instead of answering Alex's question, he grabs his phone back just in time for the phone to start ringing again for the THIRD time and he answers it

"We're busy right now, or do you somehow not get that?"

"LUKE PATTERSON" Alex is so appalled by the rudeness

"i've been putting up with your attitude for weeks now, dude. It was annoying when I was talking to Alex but now to Yell at me when I haven't even spoken to him today? Nuh uh. Get off your high horse or I will hunt you down and play egg roulette and we'll see which ones are hardboiled or not."

"It's not you?" Luke looks over at Alex who is frowning at this whole situation but doesn't know what julie's side of the conversation is

"No, he suddenly stopped textiing me last night. I assumed he was busy"

suddenly luke's whole demeanor changes. conspiratorially he asks her "do you know who it could be then?"

"So you can go and harrass them? i'm not going to help you with this"

"Aren't you even curious?"

all the while Reggie is smiling but confused. Alex is getting worried

"Well, yeah...."

"Hold on" luke puts the phone on speaker phone "Hey alex, who ya texting?"

Realizing he can't lie and say Julie he FLAILS

"Busted"

Julie's excited voice echoes around them "Is it Willie?! Did you finally talk to him?!"

the answer is yes. it is Willie.

Anyway. Band practice is basically derailed at this point. Luke and Julie heckling Alex together like they've been doing it for years together

but then she finds herself running late for something and has to quickly leave "Bye Alex! Bye Reggie! Luke never text me again 😀"

because she still hasn't forgiven him

and then reggie is all "she sounds nice"

Alex "yeah, she does"

Luke is still staring at his phone because wtf

Spoiler: he texts her again.

and again.

and then she gets added to a group chat with Reggie.

and suddenly she's been incorporated into their lives so completely it's hard to believe they only met due to a chance wrong number text.

and i'm sure more stuff happens and JUKE. SOULMATES. HEA. but that's all i've got

(send me a book emoji📗 and I’ll share the plot of a fic i’ll probably never get around to writing. No time frame on this. I will answer any that show up in my inbox so long as i still have ideas!)

#tangledstarlight #fic bunny #fics i probably will never write ask game

[pokechampash]

Guy's Halloween Night Out 🎃👻💪🏾

“Bro, are you sure about this? They look a bit small for us” Kirishima said as he stared at a tight Crimson Riot costume.

“I may have ordered the costumes a few sizes smaller than they were supposed to be,hehe” Denki chuckled and grinned at Kirishima,it was the evening of halloween in the class 1A dorms and everyone was preparing to go out and do their own halloween traditions. Kirishima was planning on going trick or treating with his friends Midoriya,Katsuki,and Shoto,but like the goofball he was, he trusted Denki Kaminari to order their costumes and in result got pranked.

“I guess we'll just have to make do with these,don't think I won't get you back for this bro” Kirishima said as he playfully punched Denki’s shoulder and grabbed the tight costumes,he had no idea how he was gonna explain the situation to the others.

An hour later

“We should have expected this from Kaminari”

“I don't really mind if it's tight,as long as it fits and it looks good on me”

“I'll kill that Dunce Face! And you're an idiot for letting him order our costumes, Shitty Hair!”

It was almost time for Kirishima and his friends to go trick or treating so he unfortunately was forced to tell his friends about Denki’s prank.

“Haha sorry guys,let's just try the costumes on first to see how tight they are on us” Kirishima suggested as he passed out the other boys their costumes,they all went to their rooms to change.

30 minute later

“Oh this is tighter than I thought it would be” Kirishima said nervously as he stared at his reflection in the mirror,he had finally gotten his Crimson Riot costume on it was was very tight on him,the belt barely fit the size of his huge torso,the pants were so tight it showed off Kirishima’s muscular legs and his calves,the top piece was especially tight on him,it was so tight his pecs were basically smashed against the fabric.

“I'll go check on the others,hope there having a better time than I am” Kirishima thought as he grabbed his things and made his way to the common area,he saw that all his friends were already there in their costumes which were very tight like Kirishima’s,Midoriya was All Might,Todoroki was a bunny,and Katsuki was a werewolf.

“This costumes are really tight but I think I can manage” Midoriya said shyly.

“My costume kinda looks better this way so I don't mind” Shoto said giving his muscular ass a firm slap.

“Tch,tight or not I look cool as hell so I don't care,let's just go already” Bakugo said he left,the others quickly followed him.

A few hours later

The boys had made their way to a local neighborhood and they were really starting to feel the tightness of their costumes starting to kick in,especially Bakugo’s pants.

“I swear I'm gonna kill Dunce Face when we get back!”

Bakugo said in annoyance as the group walked up to the next house.

“Oh c'mon it was just a prank bro! Besides your big muscular ass looks good in those pants hehe” Kirishima snickered as he gave Bakugo’s ass a nice firm slap surprising Midoriya and Shoto while Bakugou blushed in embarrassment and yelled at Kirishima. The gang had made their way to another house in the neighborhood and knocked on the door. A tall lean man answered the door with a bowl of candy in his hands,his face immediately lit up when he saw the boys.

“Oh my god you guys are from UA’s class 1A right? I'm a huge fan!” the man ran up to them with a dopey smile.

“Yeah that's us bro, always nice to meet our fans! Are we even that popular?” Kirishima said shaking the man’s hand.

“Are you kidding me?! You guys are very popular and I'm like your biggest fan! You guys wanna stay for dinner? I'll cook anything for lovely heros like you!” the man said in a eager voice as he suddenly touched Kirishima’s chest.

“We'd love to but we've already got plans for tonight sorry” Izuku said sheepishly while blushing

“Aww that's a bummer,but at least let me do something I've always wanted to do!” the man said as he started walking to walk up to Bakugo, before anyone could ask what he was doing he suddenly gropped Bakugo’s big muscular pecs through costume,he massaged them and played around with them for a while, at one point he even started to film what he was doing on his phone.

“F-Fuck you” Bakugo groaned out through moans as the man continued to massage and play around with his pecs,Bakugo’s pecs were sensitive to touch and it was a very cold night so any sort of touch made them stiffen up,finally the man finished and gave Bakugo a tight hug causing his jacket to rip a little before Bakugo couple yell out him.

“Thanks Dynamite,my friends will love the videos I just took hehe! Here you go,you earned this!” the man said as he dumped a bucket of candy in each of the boy’s candy bags and waved the boys goodbye as they went to the next house.

“I guess that fan really liked you huh Kacha-”

“We're never speaking of that ever again!” Bakugo said blushing as the others laughed and teased him.

20 minutes later

“RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP!” Izuku had bent over to pick up some candy he dropped but his pants decided they couldn't take his massive leg muscles anymore and ripped through the middle,Bakugou chuckled.

“Guess I went overboard with my leg training hehe” Izuku grinned nervously embarrassed.

The boys continued to make their way to houses and got lots of candy, they soon made their way to a rich neighborhood and Bakugo knocked on the door of one of the houses. It was a very big classy mansion, obviously the owners were loaded.

“These bastards are loaded, we'll definitely get a shit ton of candy” Bakugo said confidently as someone answered the door. To the boy’s surprise, their classmate Tokoyami answered the door, in a turkey outfit!

“Bird Brains? The hell are you wearing? And since when did you live in a mansion?!” Bakugo yelled confused, causing the other's to laugh as Tokoyami blushed.

“Yeah my parents are rich, I like to dress up for trick or treaters every halloween. I-I wasn't expecting anyone from school to be here, this is so embarrassing haha” Tokoyami laughed nervously.

“Sorry to intrude Tokoyami-san, we just saw a huge mansion and thought we'd get a lot of candy, your costume is cool and very accurate!” Midoriya said complementing Tokoyami.

“T-Thanks Midoriya, since you guys are my friends I'll give you guys something special.” Tokoyami said as he grabbed four buckets of jumbo sized candy bars and dumped them into each of the boy’s candy bags.

“Wow thanks bro! I knew your parents were loaded but I didn't know they had the good candies!” Kirishima said excitedly, giving Tokoyami a tender hug.

The boys waved Tokoyami goodbye after taking some pictures with him and made their way through the rest of the neighborhood, little did they know another one of their classmates was in the area.

“No running! And don't eat all your candy in one sitting or you could get sick” Todoroki heard a familiar stern voice speaking from around the corner.

“Go on without me guys I wanna check something” Todoroki said as he followed the voice, he was surprised to see his class representative Tenya Iida looking over a halloween party. Iida was wearing a tight officer costume that showed off his muscles, Todoroki couldn't help but hop over at the lovely sight.

“Hey Iida, nice costume!” Todoroki greeted Iida who was shocked to see Todoroki in a tight bunny outfit.

“Hello Todoroki-kun thank you, uh your costume is definitely interesting” Iida said with an awkward smile.

“Haha thanks, this is a result of one of Denki’s pranks. What are you doing out here so late? Usually you're either studying or sleeping” Todoroki asked.

“Well I usually do like to stay in on school nights. But I love to look over halloween parties and dress up” Iida explained.

“Oh that's nice, you look really good as a police officer. So muscular and stern.”Todoroki said, placing his hand on one of Iida’s pecs, giving it a squeeze while winking at Iida with a grin.

“Um thanks, I guess the tight police outfit showed off my muscles and I have been working out more” Iida said blushing from Todoroki’s sudden touch.

“I know this is sudden but maybe you would wanna go on a date with me? I know a great restaurant around this area and I could treat you” Todoroki offered as he felt up Iida’s abs

“I-I would love to” Iida agreed hugging Todoroki as the to left together hand in hand

A few hours later

Izuku wrapped his mouth around Bakugo’s cock, just as they had done plenty of times before. Being the hottest heros in their class did have its perks after all. He wasn't going to go easy on his rival, and imminently began to deep throat Bakugo, smirking slightly as he slurped on the explosive blonde’s cock. Next to him Todoroki was going down just as hard on Kirishima, licking the tip of his cock like it was the tastiest candy in the world. Kirishima moaned wantonly as he began to thrust into Todoroki’s mouth, and Bakugo grabbed Izuku's fluffy hair and began to thrust into his mouth aggressively, unable to hold back.

"A-Ah your sucking skills have improved Deku, I'm impressed! Now keep it up! I wanna show Kirishima just how great my endurance is!" Bakugo said through moans as Izuku started to suck his cock harder and harder.

"Oh please Bakubro! We both know I have the better endurance, I could go on for hours!" Kirishima said through moans as Todoroki slurped on his cock, Bakugo hated to admit it but he was getting a little close.

Izuku moaned wantonly on Bakugo’s cock, sending vibrations to his shaft. "You're such a good whore Deku!” Bakugo moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Deku began to see-throat Bakugo, who felt the pressure in his cock. If he didn't do something soon he was going to cum in Deku’s mouth and lose the whole thing. Damn the nerd slut for his perfect, hot mouth!

Deku winked at Todoroki as they both continued to suck off the muscular studs, they both wanted Kirishima to win so Todoroki was taking it slow while Deku was going as fast as he could, and boy could the beefy nerdy slut go fast!

"F-Fuck I can't hold it back my longer!" Bakugo groaned as he gave in, huge loads of cum spewed out of Bakugo’s erect cock and into Deku’s mouth,Deku being the slutty pro he swallowed it all in a matter of seconds.

"Tasty,wish you could cum bigger loads tho~" Iida said mocking Bakugo who was blushing in embarrassment.

Todoroki licked a stripe up Kirishima’s cock as he popped off of his cock. He smirked at Bakugou.

"Couldn't handle it, could you softie? Guess you're gonna have to go naked like you promised." He said cockily as he shoved Kirishima’s cock into his tight, muscular ass.

The next day

People stared in shock as the blushing explosion hero walked down the street, completely naked. While he was proud of his body, Bakugo had never been comfortable being naked in front of strangers. Unlike Kirishima who, despite winning the bet, had also decided to go nude for moral support.

Some people starred as other people took pictures of the nude heros in training, Kirishima posed and flexed for the bystanders and they all cheered for him and they joined him in mocking Bakugou, Kirishima even got one of his fanboys to slap Bakugo’s fat muscular ass causing it to bounce and jiggle!

To everyone's shock Bakugo let out a wanton moan as his ass was slapped, feeling every bounce and jiggle. Kirishima looked at him in shock, before smirking. He went over to Endeavor and groped his ass tightly.

Kirishima slapped and jiggled his ass as a crowd started to form and record the nude heros’ little show , Kiroshima knew he'd be more popular from all the attention this stunt would get so he continued while smirking! Poor Katsuki!

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 44c - Late Night Dinner.

Episode 1.

--- Another weird time skip, cause somewhere someday some shit got jumbled up, I apologize, this should be the last one in wrong order --- It was a couple hours later when Malou and Dalton was finally alone again

Dalton: He chuckled lightly as he closed the door after saying goodbye to his parents I'm sorry, they kept on talking!

Malou: She chuckled softly It's fine, I like them… beside they just miss you, be patient with them.

Dalton: I know he sighed soft I gotta be a bit better at balancing work and freetime.

Malou: A bit she chuckled

Dalton: He took a step towards her, smiling bright as he was just about to wrap his arms around her and lean in for a well anticipated kiss, when suddenly his phone rang Sorry he smiled apologizing and quickly picked up

Malou: She nodded softly and walked to the coffee table, starting to gather the leftover breakfast food, well knowing it would most likely be work related, and could take some time, or… perhaps even result in Dalton heading out.

Dalton: Sorry, that was work he said as he slipped the phone back in his pants not more than 30 seconds later I uh… gotta go! He smiled apologizing It might take all day as well… I hate to leave you with dishes and I wanted to talk about last night…

Malou: She smiled softly from seeing how nervous it made him, and how guilty he was feeling Dalton… it's okay

Dalton: Are you sure? Maybe we can talk later I'll try to be home for dinner, would that be okay?

Malou: She chuckled softly, finding him both cute and endearing How about I make late dinner? Around 9? and then we'll see if you make it? No pressure…

Dalton: He smiled bright and happy, it was nice for a change not to get yelled at for being a workaholic, yet it still made him feel slightly guilty, since Malou was being so nice about it Are you sure that's not too late for you to-

Malou: Dalton! he chuckled lightly get out of here!

Dalton: He chuckled amused You're kicking me out of my own house now?

Malou: Was I not clear? she smirked at him

Dalton: He laughed warmly and quickly left out the front door

Malou: She chuckled lightly and shook her head A kiss would have been nice though, but okay.

In a basement a bit across the road

❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Kris: His moans had grown deeper and more pleasure filled after Andy had finally allowed himself to add a bit of speed and rhythm behind his movements, the two of them still lost in making out, Kris's fingers gently stroking the back of Andy's neck here and there

Andy: His own moans were softer, lighter, still trying to stay grounded and keep it calm and gentle

Kriss: He absolutely loved every sensation Andy was creating in his body, and a thought crossed his mind, that if getting nearly run over by a car, leads to THIS much pleasure, then maybe he should walk around like a zombie on the road more often!

Andy: After few minutes he picked up a bit more rhythm and more of a gentle thrust to his movements. Kris was definitely more than slippery now, still very tight, but there were more room and stretch now, granting Andy more freedom to move without hurting him again

Kris: Oh gawd yeah!!! he felt overwhelmed with desire and pleasure as he felt the new, stronger movement inside him, Andy's dick now gliding more demanding, and he wrapped his legs around Andy's waist, clinging onto him, feeling waves of heat and passion rush over him, drowning him in a sea of rapid moans, till he came with a loud moan

Andy: He moaned surprised as he heard Kris cum, and automatically upped the speed of his movement

Kris: YeSss!!! OH GAWD yesSS!!! his loud moans kept flying from his lips, one after another, more and more, wavy orgasms lingering in his body, rolling between waves of heath, sweat running down his temples Mmmmmoooooore!!!

Andy: He groaned soft and tried his best to hold back

Kris: Mmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooooreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee he came again with a loud roar, gasping for air as his voice broke

Andy: Oh fuck!!! he moaned deep and built up more speed and thrust behind his movements, barely able to hold back any longer, loving how Kris by now was taking it, and completely losing himself in the pleasure

Kris: Fuuuuuuuuck yeahhhhhh!!!! Fuck me Andyyyyy!!!!!!! he let out a loud almost whimpering moan fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

Andy: He groaned deep and let go, fucking Kris, no mercy, pounding in and out of him wanting to give him more than enough dick!

Kris: OH YeAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He came again with a near scream of pleasure, soaked in his own cum as his legs and arms fell heavy down on the couch, completely drained and finished, barely able to think as his body fell completely limp

Andy: Aaaahhh!!! he only started fucking him harder after his complete collapse, pounding in and out of him hard and fast, feeling Kris's legs flop around, only arousing him further, and then he came with a deep satisfied moan, slowly calming down his speed, till he finally came to a stop, allowing himself to fall down on Kris, panting for air.

❌Short sex scene END - Readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex)❌ Andy: It was a few minutes later when his own breathing had calmed down, he noticed Kris's breathing had turned quite heavy Kris? he lifted himself up in stretched arms, observing the guy beneath him…. he had fallen asleep. He chuckled hoarsely and gently rolled off Kris, not to wake him up, amused that he seemed to have finally found both things he needed so desperately. He sat up in the couch and grabbed his cigs, casually smoking about half, till he started stroking his still half boner. He wasn't ready to sleep yet himself, so he got off the couch and walked to the bathroom, peed and placed his phone on the counter, finding a good porn to watch, while he leaned over the counter and started fucking himself with a dildo. It quickly turned into two hours of watching porn in the bathroom, till he finally gave up on finishing, too exhausted to keep trying, figuring the lack of sleep wasn't going to grand him a final relief. So he washed his face and silently made it through his room, to climb upstairs, in order to go ask Evan for help. But just as he was about to climb the ladder, Kris stirred a bit

Kris: Mmmh…Andy?

Andy: Yeah he smiled soft at Kris

Kris: Are you leaving he sat up slow, rubbing his eyes a bit

Andy: No he quickly let go of the ladder well I was…. uh… he chuckled lightly I uh… I was just going to head upstairs for a moment cause I'm still horny as fuck he chuckled hoarse and I can't seem to get off on my own, cause I'm fucking wasted by now he blinked his tired eyes a few times, they were stingy by now I thought I could get a quick fuck, then come back down here and crash on one of the other couches.

Kris: …. you're still horny?

Andy: I wasn't kidding when I said sex addict he chuckled hoarsely

Kris: …… he chuckled soft come over here

Andy: No I uh…. I need to receive this time, that's the only way to get release when I'm THIS horny…

Kris: …. he patted a hand on the surface of the couch Come..

Andy: But you're tired and sleeping…

Kris: Not sleeping at the moment… and I got a bit of energy…. you helped me… let me help you…. please

Andy: He hesitated a moment, but there were no denying he definitely wanted more Kris now that the offer was on the table. So he sighed soft and walked closer to Kris, stopping right in front of him You don't have to, I have 2 husbands upstairs and a friend…

Kris: He nodded soft Okay… but… he leaned forwards, slowly pulling Andy's boxers down, a tiny smile raising the corner of his mouth, as Andy's hard dick bounced out, leaning forwards, and without hesitation swallowed a large part of it with a soft moan

Andy: He groaned softly and closed his eyes, arching his head backwards, by reflex pushing his hips back and forwards, slow fucking Kris's mouth

Kris: He gasped surprised and dragged his head away

Andy: He looked down at him with startled eyes I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…

Kris: He shook his head lightly.. that was fucking hot!

Andy: He chuckled surprised really?

Kris: Mmhh he nodded eagerly and slipped a hand inside his sweatpants, dragging out his now own hard dick, stroking it a few times I've always…. he chuckled shyly wanted uhm… to try… uh…. please don't judge…

Andy: Hey he grabbed Kris's chin, lifting his head lightly Nothing is a taboo for me when it comes to sex… I mean it… Try me….

Kris: …. uhm…. uh…… throat fucking…. to get throat fucked… and I guess also to do it? But mostly to get it done?

Andy: He bit his bottom lip and shook his head lightly You're something special Kris he chuckled hoarsely a real fucking boner magnet for sure!

Kris: He burst out a soft and shy chuckle

Andy: Mmmmhh he gently stroke Kris's chin so… throat fucking… yeah?

Kris: He nodded slow, feeling aroused by the anticipation please…

Andy: …. verbal or none verbal?

Kris: …… don't hold back.

About an hour later, they laid panting side by side on the couch, Andy with his arm around Kris's shoulder, sharing a cigarette after a quick shower, both completely satisfied and emptied.

Kris: And when you say addict and alcoholic… you're not kidding either?

Andy: Nope he blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling and handed the cig to Kris

Kris: …. he took a drag of the cig recovering or still active?

Andy: He shrugged lightly depends on the day.

Kris: He nodded lightly and blew smoke out as he spoke again And the scars on your wrists and arm…. are you recovered from that?

Andy: He nodded soft I'd like to think so? My perspective on life changed when I became a dad… well it already did when I married my two best friends, but specially after I got kids… I wouldn't wanna leave them… ever.

Kris: How many kids do you have?

Andy: He chuckled softly so many I some days forget.

Kris: … he turned his head and looked at Andy with a curious lifted eyebrow

Andy: ….. 7

Kris: He coughed a bit on the cig all adopted or biologically yours?

Andy: Biologically mine.

Kris: His eyes got wide and he nodded in slowmotion, taking another drag as he tried to process the information, then handed the cig to Andy How old are they? I mean… you're around my age right?

Andy: I suppose?…. how old are you?

Kris: 37.

Andy: Me too he chuckled soft and took a drag ….. can we not get into their age and such today? I think we've already had enough surprises and things to process in one day?

Kris: ……. looking at Andy confused

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely If you can trust me with sex, you can trust me with this one as well… it's a conversation better saved for another day….

Kris: He squinted his eyes and sat up slowly Another day?…. that would indicate we'll see each other again?

Andy: Yeah? he took a last drag of the cig, sitting up to kill it in the ashtray I mean, if you want? I just assumed we are on friendly terms now… or…?

Kris: He nodded agreeing right… but if you wanna be on friendly terms, and you want me to trust you… shouldn't you also put some trust in me then?

Andy: …….. fair enough he chuckled hoarsely, but then took a deep breath It's just… kinda a family secret sorta situation… I mean… not that you aren't allowed to know at all, but we don't run around yapping it to

Kris: People after you run them over?

Andy: He snorted amused, then got distracted as suddenly he heard his door upstairs slam, looking at the ladder

Willow: Yelling from upstairs DA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD?!?! Are you down there you whore!?! I'm coming down!!! Get decent… ish!!!

Andy: He closed his eyes and shook his head Or you get to meet my daughter now instead

Kris: He looked startled at the ladder, quickly slipping his by now fully naked body under the blanket I'm still in the closet, Andy!!!

Andy: Willow! Hang on a minute!!!

Willow: I'm coming down slutster!! Suddenly a pair of heels stuck through the hole in the ceiling, connecting with a step on the ladder

Andy: He shook his head as he looked at Kris I'm sorry, she's cool, and she wont tell anyone, I promise.

Willow: She jumped the last few steps down, landing on the floor, spotting the stash of snacks on the table Yumm!!! She quickly walked towards the table and grabbed a bowl of peanuts shoving a handful in her mouth, crunching them as she spoke again Sup, bitches?! Where was my invitation?!

Kris: Bluescreen

Andy: He sighed heavily Willow, Kris…Kris, Willow.

Willow: She nodded casually and shoved another handful peanuts in her mouth So I take it your new lover boy doesn't yet know about your adult kids and supernatural shit and such

Andy: He stuck a fist in his mouth biting it hard not to scream at her

Willow: She grinned wide, still munching on the peanuts

Andy: for the love of gawd!!! FIX THIS!!! he hissed lightly

Willow: She snorted lightly and put the bowl back down, drying her hands in her jeans what you want me to do dad? Wipe his memory clean?!

Kris: You what?! He suddenly turned his head to look directly at Willow

Willow: Twas a joke… relax… I have no such abilities… this on the other hand… she took a deep breath and suddenly one of her arms turned into a large white and beige wing Cool right?

Kris: He jumped up the couch and stumbled backwards, landing with a bump on the floor

Andy: WILLOW!!!! I swear to gawd!!! He jumped up, rushing towards Kris

Kris: He stumbled to get on his feet, looking at Willow in disbelief

Willow: She shook the wing and it slowly turned back to her regular human arm Dad, what do you want me to do here? He's gonna know eventually anyway, you already have that totally smitten look on your face, and frankly so does he.

Andy: He shook his head lightly Shut up!!!

Willow: Alright, okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but only cause I know ya… look at him, he's fucking gorgeous!

Kris: Scratching the back of his neck nervously, then remembering he was still naked, quickly grabbing a pillow to cover his junk with

Willow: I didn't catch your name?

Kris: Kris

Willow: Kris, don't spoil the fun now, I've already seen your dick… nice btw she wiggled her eyebrows

Kris: He chuckled awkwardly and quickly walked to the couch grabbing the sweatpants from the floor, hesitating a bit, then dared to look a bit closer at her What… are you?

Willow: Shrug Technically I'm human just like you… but supernatural… yes, it's a real thing, not just a movie thing.

Kris: …..

Willow: There's different kinds… yes vampires and werewolves too.. yaaaawn! she chuckled lightly and grabbed a handful of chocolate buttons, nomming a couple down I'm what's classified as a summoner… I'm a human with the ability to merge with animals. If I share a close bond with an animal, it will eventually allow me to merge with it, which means I can summon it to me, it will disappear into my body and live there as a dormant soul, till I summon it's abilities or set it free.

Kris: His jaw dropped

Andy: Soft whimper Willow, please!

Willow: She shrugged lightly I'm saving you the trouble…

Andy: Kris? he looked at Kris with concerned eyes

Kris: He sat down on the couch, starring blank at the table I need a moment.

After a moment that turned to a couple beers and a lot of questions, Kris had curled up on the couch, and dozed off. And it wasn't till mid evening Andy finally woke up.

Andy: He moaned soft and stretched as he opened his eyes, looking at the couch next to him, it was empty. He sat up fast, looking around the room, but there were no sign of Kris GODDAMMIT WILLOW!!! he yelled loudly and slapped an empty beer can off the table

Kris: I'm out here he suddenly spoke a bit careful from the next door room

Andy: He turned his head and noticed Kris sitting by the pool, his feet into the water Oh? He slowly stood up and walked to Kris, stopping next to him, observing him for a moment, then he sat down next to him with a soft sigh How are you doing?

Kris: Oddly good under the circumstances I suppose? He sighed deep and looked at his phone laying next to him It bothers me more that not a single soul has called me to ask if I'm okay… than finding out about your "family secret".

Andy: He squeezed his lips together in an awkward smile Kris… he sighed a bit and stuck his own feet into the water, swishing them forwards and backwards a bit, playing with the water before he spoke again, in a lowered, hesitating, yet warm voice Feel free to stop me if I'm out of line… but why don't you find another place? It doesn't seem like you are appreciated at all, and I know there's circumstances-

Kris: Andy, I can't afford it, I literally have absolutely no money he frowned uncomfortably I have no savings, nothing in the bank, no job, no family or friends to crash with for a while, and even if I were able to get a "real job" and be able to afford something small… I'm not good at living alone… I never was…. beside… with my mental health going up and down…. mostly down… I can't see myself holding a 9-5 job. So as much as I fucking hate my situation, I don't see many realistic chances to change it either. He sighed deep and heavy I'm nobody, and I have nobody…. just wanna be anybody…. so I could find somebody.

Andy: He contemplated his next question for a moment, before he asked in a further lowered voice ….. are you here because you want to…. or out of lack of somewhere better to go?

Kris: …. both he sighed soft

Andy: He nodded gently how about finding someplace with a roomie or a couple roomies?

Kris: …. yeah, cause it turned out so well this time he snorted lightly I'm not really a people person.

Andy: You seem rather friendly and approachable to me he chuckled hoarsely when he thought about how he had rammed his dick down Kris's throat not many hours ago!

Kris: …. apparently so did he, judging by the light blush suddenly creeping over his nose Yeah… well… I don't know? You're the approachable one… he shrugged lightly I feel less awkward and anxious around you, than I do with most people.

Andy: He smiled soft and somewhat relieved… it had been hard to figure Kris out so far, it had been very up and down emotionally, so it was difficult to figure if Kris actually liked his company, or if he had felt it necessary to escape for a while, even if it was with someone less desirable. Hey… how about you at least stay a day or two, and we get something to eat?

Kris: He sighed soft And your partners… you're sure they are alright with a stranger crashing their basement?

Andy: First of all… it's MY basement he chuckled hoarsely secondly… how about I go grab some food and make the arrangements? I'm sure they are more than okay with it, or I wouldn't offer in the first place.

Kris: He nodded lightly

Andy: We don't have to stick on each other, I can stay upstairs if you want privacy for a while…

Kris: …. he starred at the water surface for a moment, then answered not removing his eyes what I want has nothing to do with privacy and then he silently let himself slide off the edge of the pool, plopping into the water

Andy: He chuckled hoarse and surprised as he watched his now soaked hoodie on the sinking Kris So you get wet a lot he mumbled to himself with a cheeky smirk ….. right… when in Rome! and he quickly head dived into the pool

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Dalle-2 D&D Guide: Goblins - Part 2 of 3

In this next part we'll be covering the shots, and clothing. The clothing can be very challenging with monsters since the monster is fighting against the normally human clothing and outfits. I'll share what worked and note what was challenging.

5. Camera distance (types of shots):

The shot here refers to the distance the metaphorical camera is from the subject. I recommend looking through the Dall-e Dictionary to learn more about all the shots you can use. This link gives a detailed overview at what the shots SHOULD mean in dall-e (that leads to the DICTION-AI-RI! definitely check it out!).

In the following sections we'll be covering the following additional shots:

5.1 close-up shot

5.2 medium shot

5.3 profile shot

5.4 over the shoulder shot

Also we've already covered portrait shots so far. After medium the picture loses a lot of detail. I don't recommend going much further past that - unless you're looking for character design inspiration.

5.1 ---- Close-up Shot

Prompt: A goblin, close-up shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, trending on artstation, highly detailed

Close-up shots are great for symmetry and for details. #4 may be due to how close-up shots are normally taken in photography.

5.2 ---- Medium Shot

This is where we really see Michael Whelan shine as an artist choice. We'll be comparing him to Frank Frazetta and Stephen Martiniere.

Prompt: A goblin, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, trending on artstation, highly detailed

Whelan produces excellent goblins even at a medium shot. He'll be our clear winner moving forward. He'll also be good for fantasy outfits and backgrounds.

Prompt: A goblin, medium shot, by Stephan Martinière, fantasy, digital art, trending on artstation, highly detailed

Stephen Martiniere is a fantastic science fiction artist. While he does produce high quality art in most cases, here our goblins start to look a bit too much like aliens. Keep Martiniere in your back pocket for science fiction purposes.

5.4 ---- Profile Shot

prompt: A goblin, profile shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, trending on artstation, highly detailed

I can't wait to see this band. Beware that your subject may sometimes turn slightly from the camera

5.4 ---- Over the Shoulder Shot

prompt: A goblin, over the shoulder shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, trending on artstation, highly detailed

Excuse me but #4 is an owl not a goblin. The flaw may be due to confusion on where Dall-e needs to focus.

6 Clothing and Armor:

We all want to feel the breeze on our chests...but it's just not worth an OSHA violation to go adventuring without protective gear. Getting the correct outfit can be rather difficult. There's a lot of possible possible outfits you'll want your subject to wear. I'll be sharing prompts that result in the best outcomes. They're not perscriptive though so be sure to experiment.

We'll be going over the following:

6.1 Full Plate

6.2 Chain mail

6.3 Mixed plate and cloth

6.4 Scale mail

6.5 Hide armor

6.6 Leathers

6.7 Wizard's robes

These will all be using a medium shot to show you a fuller picture of the armor. Note that I highly recommend using out painting from a portrait shot to produce a final character picture. So don't get ahead of yourself here. We'll go over that process later. These examples will be useful then.

For brevity I will just leave all these here as examples. Some things you may notice in these prompts:

occasionally I use hashtags. This helps to emphasize elements in the prompt. Use these with caution as they can do unpredictable things to your generations.

Sometimes just describing the goblin's job is enough to produce the correct outfit/look.

Some job descriptions also naturally come with a prop. The knights seem to often come with swords.

Things I discovered while making these examples:

vests/jackets are easy to create out of other materials such as leather, animal hides, and scales.

Any time you say the word "armor" you are likely to get some metallic components in the outfit- especially pauldrons.

Dall-e has a lot of trouble drawing chainmail. You may want to consider some other form of post processing if you want chain mail. In-fact, I had to remove "fantasy" from chain mail so that it would come out clearly.

"Goblin" is disrupting the outputs here. They normally are drawn with very simple clothing on and not with armor. Having a more human subject is going to improve a lot of these. Just saying "human paladin" for instance may put it in full shining plate armor.

6.1 --- Full Plate

prompt: A goblin paladin in armor, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin knight in shining armor, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin knight in armor, #sleek, #reflective, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

6.2 --- Chain Mail

prompt: A goblin warrior wearing medieval chainmail, #chainmail, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

6.3 --- Demi-plate

prompt: A goblin knight, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

6.4 --- Scale Mail

prompt: A goblin wearing a vest decorated with overlapping scales, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin wearing a jacket decorated with overlapping scales, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

6.5 --- Hide Armor

prompt: A goblin wearing an animal hide vest, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin wearing an animal hide jacket, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

6.6 --- Leather Armor

prompt: A goblin wearing a leather vest, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin warrior wearing leathers, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin wearing a studded leather vest, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin wearing a leather jacket, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin wearing a leather coat, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

6.7 --- Wizard's robes

prompt: A goblin wizard, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

prompt: A goblin wearing wizard robes, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

Bonus: Rogue outfit

The above outfits should pretty much get you where you need. Normal clothes that you would see on a person are fairly straightforward so I wont cover them here. In the meantime enjoy this goblin rogue.

prompt: A goblin rogue, medium shot, by Michael Whelan, fantasy, digital art, highly detailed, trending on artstation

Disclaimer:

my personal beliefs are that AI art should be used only for enjoyment and not for profit. Please support art and artists and furthermore write to your senators about protecting the arts through subsidies, tax breaks for working artists and for laws that protect the jobs of artists. It will not be so easy to change the pose of your characters through dall-e. Consider paying an artist for a commission of that character.

-Austinitic_steel

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