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cellias · 2 years

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OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR RECENT JASON X READER FIC IT MADE ME FEEL ALL FUZZY THEN SLAMMED ME INTO THE WALL AT THE END WITH THE REMINDER THAT HE GETS AMNESIA! 😖💘❣️💓💖💖💞💗 But imagine when he gets amnesia he remembers his s/o like how Percy remembers Annabeth so when he awakes in a “relationship” with Piper he feels like it’s wrong, still has faint memories of reader & when they find each other (s/o would definitely be looking for him like Annabeth looked for Percy) he just takes them with him

that’s so kind of you to say!! 💗😭😭 I’m glad it gave those feelings, and sorry for the reminder oops <3 I was kind of trying to leave it open to something exactly like this! Sorry this is so long omfg

warnings: mention of blood/fire/violence, all canon typical

when Jason wakes up, his mind is just empty. He doesn’t know his own age. There was no trace of anything, and his surroundings are not familiar at all

Only one thing seems to exist in his brain, a trace of whatever he had forgotten

Y/n

The name seems to echo in his mind. He doesn’t know exactly who it is. But he can hear their laugh and feel their embrace when he thinks about it

And when he turns to find a very pretty girl holding his hand? He blushes and pulls away, because he doesn’t know why she’s looking at him like that, and her face is not familiar at all, and her hand just doesn’t feel the same way as theirs

He doesn’t know how he knows that, but he does and it’s something

It’s a big relief in this new world of strangers he’s seemingly been thrown in

and when he finds out he’s supposed to be dating Piper it’s just. He feels very much uncomfortable with that information

she seems like a great girl, but the faint thought of Y/N, though he doesn’t know where they are, what they might be like, or even their last name, tells him that being with Piper like that isn’t right

He felt bad, trying to distance himself from Piper when she tried to hold his hand or do those shy couple things that happen in new relationships, because it’s not her fault

he knows their memories of him have to be fake, because Y/N certainly isn’t, but they don’t know that - couldn’t believe it because it was crazy

And then he discovers his ability to FLY, gets to camp half-blood, and a truckload of out of context information has hit him

Demigods, literal Gods, these figures that he somehow knows the names of, his abilities; yet he doesn’t know how these things come so easily to him

he’s almost always corrected for saying the Roman version of every name, but the familiarity is still prominent

he doesn’t really miss the aim of Drew’s comments towards him. he just couldnt find it in himself to care enough to give her a response, with how she was treating Piper and Leo

And then Piper seems to be more heartbroken by the second. Because it’s true; Jason had never existed in their lives. All her memories had been planted there, basically

he can’t help but feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. she liked him, she had a made up past of him, all because some goddess had thought it was convenient

so he refrained from breaking her heart further; he wouldn’t tell anyone about the name that nagged his mind every moment he spent near her. the way she had been nervous over his picture of Thalia had been enough for him to stall a little more.

throughout the quest, his bond with leo and piper became stronger

it had felt right, being with them, putting his trust in them, and they had come back with real memories, a real friendship

But holding Piper in his arms as much as he did at the fire stirred a weird feeling that caught in his throat when that name came again

When he let go and kept a distance, the feeling only intensified, this time swirling with unmistakable guilt. he really didn’t want to hurt piper — he liked her a lot

just not how she wanted him to

after the quest, he makes sure to come clean, especially after the dreams that gave him more names and faces of his past

And then Y/n becomes a clear image, and he knows he can’t keep this up with Piper, because the second y/n loses the blur, his heart seems to uncover the longing and love that he didn’t know had been plaguing him since he woke in the bus

he talks to piper and the hurt in her eyes is almost enough to make him regret his wording, his choice of setting, his tone

And then, despite her heartbreak, she tells him she understands

“yeah, waiting would have been a real jerk move,” she says. “they’re really lucky.”

his smile is sad, and he doesn’t know what to say so he pulls her into a hug and this time it feels right. there’s nothing conflicted inside of him, because now he knows where his love lies and it’s different to the one he feels for piper, his friend. best friend.

she understands when she sees how eager he is about Leo’s progress on the ship, and when she notices his hands and shaking as they get closer to New Rome

And the wonder in his eyes when they land on someone in the crowd (not to forget the unusual frustration and restlessness in his voice when he confronted Terminus)

“y/n,” is the first word he says on new Rome soil in the months he’s been gone, and he can’t really stop himself from walking a little too fast to get off

he follows Annabeth a little too closely, eager to find them

and when the crowd parts for you and Reyna, he feels like he can’t move; he’s so entranced by you, the real one, not the one that’s been in his head, but the one that lives and breathes

You look so regal, like the leader he wishes he could be, and so stunning, the sight beat any memories he lived off of when he missed you

he stares into your eyes to see youre already watching him with a sparkle he knows all too well now

y/n looks away for a second to look at reyna and something passes between the two before your eyes connect to his again

“Jason Grace, our praetor,” you start, and gods, if he never thought much of his own name before he sure did now, “we welcome you home.” Your previously collected expression had softened into a teary smile he had rarely seen before. And you had never looked more beautiful.

“And these,” Reyna nodded, “your friends—”

before she could continue, Percy and Annabeth exposed them all to a passionate reunion — it took some restraint to stop Jason from doing the same, minus the judo-flipping, probably, but he has successfully stopped himself and introduced his new friends

“it seems we have a lot to discuss.” Reyna clasped her hands together. “Centurions!”

It seemed Jason hadn’t accounted for your patience, as the second the centurions arrived to side with Reyna, you had decided to step from their position

“my gods, jason, just get over here!” he heard, before feeling your arms around him, and again, he wondered how he lived off memories when this was the real thing

he laughed and returned the embrace when the slight shock wore off

After a few seconds he felt you tense and pull away, staring at the demigods and leaders who had watched. “Well? You heard Reyna.”

Everyone seemed to mumble and clear their throats before following Reyna’s orders to the legion, and making the place comfortable for a feast.

Jason stayed in place, his arm around you still, and his heart warming, along with his now pink cheeks, when you looked back at him

“Jason,” you smiled sadly and cupped his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin softly. It was a gesture he hadn’t felt since he had woken on the bus. “You’re here.” You took a breath. “I never stopped trying to find you. And I’ll do everything to make sure this doesn’t happen again. I promise.” You paused. “Do you…” you trailed off and looked up at him hopefully.

“I remember now, yeah,” he assured. “There’s…a lot I need to tell you. But I think most of that can be done during the briefing.”

“Right.” You turned toward the tables being set up. “The briefing.” He noticed your stare go cold. “Take everything Octavian says with a grain of salt. He wasn’t exactly in favor of my attempts to search for you. It’s all complicated, basically. But,” you grinned. “It’s good to have you back home again. I have to hear your story, though.”

when you both walked to the others, hand in hand, things almost felt normal. Like he’d never even left, like he’d been by your side the entire time — and that’s how he wants it to stay, he knows now

When he revealed that, similarly to Percy, the only thing he remembered was your name, your expression wavered and you clung to his hand tighter. You had been happy he had found new friends, and been welcomed into a new home where they hadn’t been too hard on him. To know he hadn’t forgotten you and wanted to find you too had rid the doubt that he found his new life better than his old one with you.

after the prophecy is discussed you volunteer to show Piper around with Jason

Despite his fear of it being awkward, he had forgotten how good with words you were

Piper eased up around you and seemed to genuinely like you so far

So Jason had brought up the idea that had been ringing in his head for a while since their discussions

“Y/N, it should be you that comes with us.”

You frowned. “I would. I want to. I just don’t know.” You looked around New Rome. “I’d be leaving everyone for a long time. Longer than I’ve ever been gone. But…I guess, with Reyna in charge —”

Before you could continue, a thundering boom shook the ground

the ship had fired

Your hand went immediately to your side, where your weapon usually was, but the space was empty

before you could question Jason and Piper, he was ushering you both toward the forum

He didn’t know what was going on, but Leo was on there in the ship and he needed to find out and keep you both safe while doing so

Unfortunately, the Romans had decided Jason and Piper were traitors, and you being one of the romans did not save you from being caught in the crossfire

soon the state of the three of you wasn’t looking too good — Jason’s head bleeding and his cloak ripped in multiple places, Piper attempting to use her charmspeak, and your bleeding arm as you joined Piper and Jason’s pleading

Jason tried his best to cover you after you gave Piper your shield, as she was most likely to face the wrath of the Romans as a Greek

you’d all had enough when Jason got hit in the head with a brick and crumpled in your arms (almost toppling you over)

Piper tried to mark herself heard in front of you both. “Stay back!” She looked at you. “Y/n, you have to make a choice. You’re either coming with us or staying. And,” she sighed like it stung, but her tone stayed kind, “I’m sure Jason wants you to come with us. We’ll need you.”

You didn’t have time to ponder your options, and instead clung to Frank’s dragon claws with the other two

It was possibly the weirdest method of transportation you’d used, and you totally would’ve been freaking out if you weren’t already preoccupied with an injured Jason

You looked down at your home, on fire and raging, and back at Jason, and you knew you had made the right decision. Wherever Jason went, you would; you’d never leave his side if you could help it, and especially in this state

It was a sentiment he reciprocated

You remembered the day he told you he couldn’t picture a life where you weren’t by his side. It was the same day he told you he loved you for the first time

So you’d join the 7 demigods, because how could you stay when the boy you spent months looking for is finally in reach and wants you with him?

you spent the day caring for his wound and watching over him as he rested

The boy had the nerve to look surprised when he saw you at his bedside

“You came.”

“Thank you,” you brushed his hair out of his face where his wound stuck, “for noticing. It was either that or get trampled. The choice was obvious.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry I made you choose. I didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Don’t be dumb, Jason. Of course I chose to go with you, I thought the fact that I was in love with you was obvious. Plus, i have to make sure you don’t go forgetting yourself again. Juno will have to go through me first.”

Jason felt like the main character in a romance movie, but maybe they didn’t blush this much. He guessed he’d have to get used to it.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m in love with you too.”

“If that’s true, you’ll put that ice pack back on your head.”

“Right, yeah.” Despite the pounding in his head, he smiled and allowed himself to forget the dangers he’d have to face for however long it took to defeat Gaea

In that moment, it was you who mattered. He had been angered earlier, at Juno, who had erased his life, and you, at the expense of her plans. But now, he had felt some relief and gratitude that she had at least given him your name

But that would be the last time — you wouldn’t slip from his life so easily, never again.

Even with the constant conflict between being Roman or Greek, from his loyalty to Camp Jupiter or Camp Half-Blood, he would always find you: his first and true home

#i always need a little cheesy ending 👌😚#sorry this took so long !#heroes of olympus #hoo x reader #jason grace x reader #jason grace x you #jason grace #pls the whole time I was just thinking #should I just make this a whole story #It’s so fkin long 😭

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ghosts778 · 2 months

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The Consort and The Warlord Ch5

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Ongoing

Optimus sat awkwardly on a rather comfortable chair aboard a small Decepticon ship. Beside him, close enough that he could touch him if he so much as shifted slightly, was Megatron who seemed more focused on the datapad in servo than anything else. Optimus glanced up at the large mech, noting how his optical ridge drew forward and how his derma formed a slight scowl and the very tip of a pointed fang poked out. And now he was very quickly looking away from the warlord because he should not be taking into account how handsome Megatron was. Especially since they'd be spending the entire cycle together.

It had been during their morning training, something that was now part of Optimus' daily schedul, that Megatron told them about a ceremony held by the Temple of Primus.

"We will be returning the All Spark to its resting place." Megatron explained. "Officially it is supposed to be done with Ultra Magnus and myself but the Priests still greatly dislike the Autobots and so they have agreed to allow you to represent them."

"M-me?" Optimus sputtered out while dodging a sword strike.

"They were impressed by you at the bonding ceremony so they chose you as the Autobot representative." Megatron said with a slight smirk. Honestly, the young prime had gone far beyond anything Megatron had hoped for in this bonding. Even his friends had gotten along well with the warframes.

"What don I have to do?" Optimus asked sheepishly.

"I do not know the details of the ceremony since these are usually kept a secret." Megatron admitted as he blocked a well timed blow to his helm. "To my understanding, we simply need to follow what the priests tell us."

Optimus had nodded at this but now he felt nervous all over again. When holding a ceremony, all luxuries and weapons were to be left behind. Which was why both of them had emptied their subspaces, no wax was applied to their plating and Megatron had even suggested cleaning their frames in simple solvent. Nothing Optimus honestly minded since he'd always preferred unscented or very lightly scented solvents. Though Megatron seemed to use whatever he could get as most of his solvents were random scents.

While they rode in a Decepticon ship, a member of the temple was escorting them to the temple itself. Aside from Megatron and Optimus, no outsiders were allowed to witness this ceremony and Optimus couldnt help but worry that he'd mess it up. It would be just like him to trip and fall, make a mistake, speak when he shouldn't. Honestly, he still can't believe that he made it through the bonding ceremony without messing anything up. His anxiety seemed to leak from his frame since Megatron stopped focusing on his datapad and turned to face Optimus.

"I can smell you thinking." Megatron stated with slight amusement in his tone.

Optimus shifted uncomfortably and glanced up at the warlord. "I don't like doing things I can't prepare for." He said quickly. "I know I'm going to mess up somehow."

"You performed the bonding ceremony perfectly, even without preparation." Megatron reminded him.

"I was so nervous about all of Cybertron watching me thay my voice box glitched." Optimus admitted.

"So thay was why you were so stiff." Megatron mused. "And hear I thought you were scared of me."

"I'm not!" Optimus sputtered. "You didn't- I mean you are intimidating but I wasn't scared of you!"

Megatron was surprised by the small outburst and how enthusiastically Optimus tried to reassure him that he was not scary. Optimus was also undeniably adorable with that earnest expression, browplates quirked up slightly and his pouty derma pressed together. Oh Megatron had to look away. They may be Bonded but Megatron had zero intention of forcing this little autobot to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. He had even refrained from touching Optimus outside of training, though he found himself holding back slightly. Especially since Hook had informed him that he'd dented Optimus' plating once simply by scruffing him.

Civilians really were far more fragile than warframes, even if this specific civillian could handle rougher treatment. Optimus was getting better every cycle they trained and Megatron couldn't remember the last time he'd fought with such a promising mech. Soon he'd even be able to put up a proper fight. His engine revved slightly at this but he quickly quieted it when Optimus appeared startled. The little one had no idea what inner turmoil Megatron was going through.

The flight to the Temple of Primus remained quiet after that but a dense atmosphere filled it. Both mechs refused to look at each other though Optimus was more confused over Megatron’s reaction to his outburst, which was downright embarrassing, oh why did he do that!?

When they finally arrived at the Temple of Primus, Optimus was glad to finally get off of the ship. Megatron let him get off first and Optimus was caught off guard by what greeted them.

The room they were in was sizable by any standard but very plain. One wall was a set of docking doors which were now sealed shut and the other three were bare of anything aside from white paint thay looked like it had been cleaned daily. While the Decepticon ship was able to fit comfortably, Optimus couldn't help but wonder how it would get out of the hanger like room they were in. The only noticeable thing in the room was a large staircase that went underground, three priests lined on either side as the head priest from the bonding ceremony stood at the top. His servos were grasped before him and he was smiling. Like at the ceremony, his frame was stripped of anything unnecessary, painted white and marked with red paint.

"I welcome Lord Megatron and Consort Optimus Prime to the Temple of Primus." The highpriest stated, as he walked towards them. He held his servos up, palm facing them and Megatron placed his own servos to the High Priest's. When the high priest turned to Optimus, he mimicked the action though a bit unsure. Despite his hesitation, the high priest seemed happy as he stepped back and motioned to the stairs. "The Temple is this way, we will begin the ceremony once you have been cleaned."

Optimus glanced up at Megatron as they walked down the stairs, unsure if he was allowed to speak, he lifted his servos to mimic the gesture from earlier. Megatron took note and gave him a nod. "It is an old form of greeting." Megatron said, his voice low. The high priest glanced back at him but didn't seem to mind them speaking. "No one is sure where it originated from but it was popularized in Vos, especially amongst Seeker Trines. Eventually it was seen as the most respectful way of greeting. However, seeing as it was widely used by Warframes, the Council forbid it during the war and it eventually became a forgotten practice."

Optimus looked at his servos. He had found this form of greeting much nicer than the handshakes that were now used. "I think I prefer this over how we normally greet." He admitted. "I don't like when my servo gets squeezed."

"Most don't." Megatron agreed, flexing his own digits. Warframe or Civillian, their servos were not meant to be squeezed in such ways. It could easily get painful and even cause damage to the joints.

The High Priest stopped when the stairs became a large platform. There were more steps going down, low light illuminating them but the High Priest gestured towards one of the doors by the platform. "Before we hold the ceremony, we do require you both be cleansed. It is a simple solvent scrub that some Temple members will help with. Afterwards you will be painted with the ceremonial markings and then we will proceed down to the Temple itself."

Optimus hesitantly raised his servo and the High Priest gave him a nod to speak. "What exactly is the ceremony?" He asked. Oh he hoped his voice didn't break, he did not want to mess up in front of Primus. Or Megatron… but mostly Primus.

"Do not worry, while we do require absolute secrecy, the ceremony is much simpler than the bonding ceremony was." The High Priest assured him. "We just require that nothing about the ceremony leaves this place."

"Of course!" Optimus said quickly. Not like anybot he knew would be overly interested.

The room they entered had two temple members in it, a small femme and a large mech who was almost the size of a warframe. Their plating was simple but instead of the red markings of the Priests, their markings were a blue shade. They both bowed respectfully but it was the small femme who spoke up.

"Welcome, Lord Megatron and Consort Optimus Prime, we will be preparing you for the ceremony. If you'll come this way, we can begin with the solvent scrub!" She spoke in a bright and cheery voice as she gestured to an area of the room that had tiled flooring and a small ledge. A rack against the wall held two bottles of solvent, two scrubs and towels. A shower head hung loose from the wall and Optimus noticed a small drain in the tiles. There were no privacy walls but Optimus had gotten used to that from the Academy.

What he wasn't expecting was for the femme to grab the shower head and begin rinsing him off. Optimus stepped away from the sudden splash of water, bumping into Megatron as he did. "W-what are you doing?" Optimus asked, his servos up in defense.

"We will be scrubbing you clean!" The femme said with a smile. "Don't worry, we will be respectful!"

Megatron gently placed his servo on Optimus' shoulder pauldron, making the small mech look up at him. "It is a bit uncomfortable but it will be over quickly." He assured him and to his surprise, Optimus seemed to relax a bit and stepped back towards the femme.

The scrub down was awkward, and Optimus knew he was flushed with embarrassment but it wasn't completely unpleasant. The femme had been respectful and only scrubbed his plating, never touching joints or seams, and staying away from sensitive areas. The solvent they used was actually quite nice and Optimus couldn't help but lift his arm to his faceplate to sniff at it.

"Do you like the solvent?" The femme asked as she rinsed off his stabilizers.

"The smell is pleasant and not overpowering." Optimus noted.

"We make it ourselves using Brittle Thorns." The femme stated. "They give off a very soft scent and the texture of the solvent is wonderful!"

"I didn't think Brittle Thorns could be worked with." Optimus said. "There isn't even a greasy texture either."

"I didn't think you were one to care about solvents." Megatron noted. Unlike Optimus, he was still being scrubbed due to his larger frame. The large mech working on him continued to remain silent, focusing on his work.

"I'm not obsessed with them but anybot would have a preference when it comes to them." Optimus said. "Cheap ones smell like soap and leave a gross film on your plating but a lot of scented ones are too potent for my taste."

"I can never see any difference." Megatron stated, glancing at his shoulder pauldron that was dripping water. The smell was less noticeable than what Starscream wore at times.

"Maybe that's because you big guys don't have as sensitive plating as we do." The femme chimed in. "It's probably a different sensory net level, we have more sensitive plating but yours has higher density."

"So civillians spend so much time focusing on solvents because they actually enjoy them." Megatron contemplated with a hum.

"Not just solvents, mesh fabrics and bedding too." The femme explained. "I mean you can get a decent enough recharge on a metal berth but there is nothing like a decent padding and mesh covering to make it even better!"

"I understand that." Optimus said with a grin. "When my friends and I were cadets, we got a chance to go to the upper caste market and found a store specializing in organic mesh. We found a massive covering that was the softest I've ever touched!

"It costs three years worth of my tuition for just one of them." Optimus continued. "That store owner kicked us out so quickly when he realized we weren't upper caste."

The femme laughed as she led Optimus to the painting area after he and Megatron had been thoroughly dried off. "I bet he did!" She said.

"Though I thought those on the Temple didn't live in luxury." Optimus stated. He held still as a skillful brush was traced over his chassis.

"We live comfortably." The femme explained. "We don't have anything unnecessary but we don't starve ourselves either. The Brittle Thorns are an abundant resource and it was by chance that the solvents made from it are so good."

"That makes sense." Optimus pondered. These bots actually seemed more well off than a lot of Cybertron at the moment in all honesty. He didn't like that. Glancing down at his chassis, Optimus noted the strange glyphs that were scribed onto him. "What language is this?"

"Ancient Cybertronian." Megatron replied. "It is a language thought to have been long lost even before the Golden Era."

"We preserve it here in the temple." The femme explained. "The Head Priest is really old and teaches it to those who want to become a Priest. The test to pass involves translating old scripts and is really difficult."

"I am surprised to see that it is still being used." Megateon noted. "I had thought the Council would have purged such a thing long ago."

"The Temple of Primus has always had a strong influence so the Council always had to tread lightly with us." The femme explained. "We may not have an army, but most Cybertronians believe in Primus to some degree so going against us would he like going against against Creator, even the Council won't do that. Even so, the ever stagnat society that the Council created has finally started to move. I just hope that some old traditions stay."

She gave them a smile but it seemed rather sad to Optimus. He began to wonder, just how much of their culture and history had been buried over the millions of solar cycles that the Council had been in place. The large and silent mech got the attention of the small femme and made a motion with his servos. She nodded and placed her servos on her hips.

"Well enough of that, it's time for for ceremony!" The femme said. "Just walk out the doors and the Head Priest will show you the rest of the way!"

The Head Priest was in fact waiting for them at the top of the steps. The other priests stood to the sides as they had before and Optimus wondered if they had spent the entire time like this. Nervousness swelled in his tanks as he once again realized just how important this ceremony was.

"Thank you for your patience, I will now explain what you must do." The high priest said. "The bottom of these stairs leads to a shrine where the All Spark is to be placed. You two will carry the All Spark to the pedestal at the center and then return. You may not speak and you may not look back until the ceremony is complete."

Optimus and Megatron nodded their helms in understanding. The High Priest smiled at this and led down the stairs. Like the previous set, these continued straight down and seemed to be endless. Even in the dull illumination, they appeared bottomless and as they continued to descend, Optimus wondered if he'd have the energy to climb when this is all over. Down they continued until finally an opening was came into view.

Stepping out of the stairway, Optimus was greeted by a massive room with high ceilings that disappeared into darkness. A large platform stood in the center and a soft green glow emanated from it. The platform floated in the center, the pit below as deep as it was high and Optimus truly wondered who made such a place as it was completely mechmade. In the center of the platform stood a pedestal and the pathway to it was lined in pillars that stood high above. As they stepped closer, Optimus noted that intricate patterns were carved into the pillars and floors, so finely detailed that it seemed impossible for even the smallest of minicons to sculpt. Megatron seemed equally enraptured by the detail of this place that he bumped into Optimus slightly, silently apologizing as he put a servos behind him to steady the much smaller bot.

The High Priest stopped at a long pedestal that stood at the entrance to the platform. With his back struts to them, he raised a hand and a blue glow illuminated the box. Optimus had to squint his optics to not be blinded by the light but he did his best to not cover them with his servos. As the High Priest stood to the side, an orange box with intricate carvings and a handle on either side was now on the long pedestal. An energy pulsed through the box, an energy that sent an almost giddiness through Optimus. Electricity crackled in his digit tips and there was no denying what this was.

This was the All Spark.

This was their source of life.

The High Priest gestured for them to step up to the platform. Optimus hesitated, but a gentle touch to his back struts had him looking at Megatron. The warlord gave him a slight nod in encouragement and the two mechs moved forward. Walking around the long pedestal, they each lifted a side of the All Spark with a single servos and began to walk down the platform. The All Spark felt heavy but weightless and Optimus felt his processor empty of all worries or fears.

Optimus found himself facing the stairway that they had come down. Megatron stood beside him, both with empty servos. They looked down at each other, confusion clearly expressed as the High Priest clapped twice.

"Well done. The All Spark has been returned to our planet." He spoke, gesturing behind them. "Look."

Both mechs turned around to see that the walls of the room now pulsed with a blue light. A soft hum seemed to emanate from the depths of the room and Optimus couldn't help but think that the room was alive. The High Priest stepped closer to them, seeing their aw.

"Typically the task of returning the All Spark should have been left to myself and two priests." He spoke carefully, only speaking again when Optimus and Megatron focused on him. "I allowed you to take part in this ceremony as a show of good faith, I hope you do not tarnish it."

With those words, he turned around and began to ascend the large staircase.

Optimus was honestly exhausted after the cycles activities. The special paint had been cleaned off once they came back from the temple. They were given plain energon to drink and then a temple member flew them back to Kaon. Now Optimus sat in his chair, lounging lazily as he felt like weights were stuck to his stabilizers. He let out an ex-vent as Hadeen began to set.

"Optimus," Megatron said, instantly getting the younger mech's attention. "Would you be interested in dining with me tonight?"

Optimus perked up slightly at the question. They generally had their morning fuel together but night fuels were often done on their own time. In Autobot society, it was considered a romantic gesture to ask someone to dine with them at night. He wondered if Megatron knew this… even if he didn't, it would be rude to reject him. They are technically Bonded too so it's not like it would be weird to dine together at night.

"I would be interested." Optimus finally managed to say. This seemed to make Megatron happy.

"I will make a reservation." He said, already making a call.

"A reservation? Where?" Optimus asked.

They were in Kaon, not Iacon or even Polyhex. This wasn't a city where you could just go out and fuel at a nice shop. At least it hadn't been when Optimus had first come to the city. Kaon had resembled a warzone the last time Optimus had toured it, how could it be fixed up in half a vorn?

"We have two bars in the tower, one for the more rowdy drinkers and then a much nicer one with private rooms. We will be going to the nicer one." Megatron explained. He had already made their reservations with a beautiful view of the two moons.

"Aren't bars too… inappropriate for a government tower?" Optimus asked.

Megatron rubbed his chinplate in contemplation. "I can see why it might seem inappropriate for such places but given thay most of Kaon is still uninhabitable, I believed that the tower would be the best place for business." He explained. "Most of our working force currently resides in the tower and so having access to bars and other entertainment is more beneficial when it is close by. Of course when the streets are built up, we will offer them a chance to relocate or even let them stay if they chose too."

"You really put a lot of thought into this tower." Optimus stayed in surprise.

"It is collective efforts of my mechs." Megatron stated. "If we don't have solid ground to get our bearings, we will never be able to rebuild efficiently.

Optimus nodded at the statement which caused Megatron to smile. "Now I believe we have a reservation to get to." The warlord stated, offering the joint of his arm to Optimus.

The young prime took it with slight hesitation, worried about the awkward height difference between them. In the end, he was more of holding onto Megatron’s arm with his servos than anything else.

The bar Megatron had reserved for them was near the first floor. The elevator opened straight into it and the mood of the room changed drastically. The wide open space was filled with booths and tables, well large enough to fit warframes comfortably but the organic material of the furnishing showed thay it was high end. Very high end. Soft pink lighting illuminated the room as a soft melody played. A bar was near one of the walls, glass cubes sparkling in the artificial light and stars that came through the massive windows. It was honestly the fanciest place Optimus had ever been to.

A femme walked up to them, frame painted black and white with pink accents. Her blue optics smiled at them as she gestured towards a door that was practically hidden by Crystal floral.

"Welcome, Lord Megatron and Consort Optimus, I have the private room all set up for you." The femme stated.

She led them through the door and into a much nicer hallway than what Optimus had seen on other floors. Like the main room of the bar, the hallways was painted a dark color, possibly black but it appeared a dark pink under the lights. The floor was a dark tile and all of the doors had been painted to match. The hallway was a bit narrow, but Megatron could fit through it easily. Stopping at one of the doors, the femme opened it and gestured for them to enter. Megatron offered Optimus to step in first and as soon as he was inside, he stopped.

The small room had a single table with two seats, decorative crysyals and flora lined the room tastefully. A self serving bar shined brightly as a soft melody, different from what he heard in he main room, played. The entire far wall was a glass window and both of Cybertron's moons sat perfectly in the frame, like a picture.

Megatron offered Optimus a seat as he went to pour them both a drink. The bartender was back with energon goodies by this time and then she let them be. Offering Optimus a cube of a sweeter engex, the younger bot took it with a thank you. Megatron sat down across from him.

"I hope this place meets your expectations." Megatron said, offering his cube.

Optimus gently tapped his cube to Megatron’s and gave him a nod. "It passed it." He admits, taking a sip. It wasn't too strong and much smoother than what he was used to.

"Is the engex to your liking?" Megatron asked, optics on the tray of energon goodies. They had been given a variety of them to enjoy.

"It's much richer than what I'm used to." Optimus admitted."Though in all honesty, I'm more used to cheap bars where I can bottoms up."

"Do refrain from such behavior here." Megatron stated, a scowl on his face.

Optimus couldn't help but chuckle at this as he raised his cube. "Don't worry." He said, taking another drink. This certainly didn't have the burn he was used to but it was nice at the same time. Looking at the energon goodies, Optimus honestly had no idea what half of them were as he'd never seen them in the lower markets of Cybertron.

"These ones have a jellied center and these are good if you prefer something crunchy." Megatron offered, pointing to different treats respectfully.

Optimus carefully picked up the crunchy treat, it was a bit darker than normal energon, crystallized and smelt wonderful. He popped it into his intake and the flavor spread across his glossa. Optimus happily bit into the treat, savoring the flavor as it melted and licking his derma when he was done. He eyed another of the same treat but glanced up at Megatron to see if it was okay to take it. Megatron nodded, trying to hide his chuckle at the innocent expression Optimus wore behind his cube. It was like watching a sparkling try a treat for the first time. Maybe it was his first time…

"Have you never had energon treats?" Megatron asked. He picked up a softer one to savor himself.

"Only the upper castes can get these." Optimus admitted. "They're usually so expensive we can't afford them anyway."

Megatron frowned. "These treats can be made easily in a kitchen if you know how to." He said. Optimus had a rust stick halfway into his intake when he stared at Megatron with wide optics. Megatron let out an ex-vent and carefully moved a few more crunchier goodies towards Optimus. "It seems a lot of things need to be addressed aside from just laws and degrees."

Optimus was confused by the last part of what Megatron said, but he also couldn't help but enjoy the delicacies in front of him. When would he ever be able to eat these again once he returned to Iacon? Optimus frowned and lowered his helm, looking down at his servos. He couldn't get used to living here… he had to go back.

"How do you view our visit to the Temple of Primus?" Megatron asked, interrupting Optimus' thoughts.

Optimus looked up at Megatron and held his cube carefully, digits crossed as he spoke. "I was honestly surprised by everybot there." He admits. "Ultra Magnus has always had a level of dislike towards the Temple and our instructors never spoke well about them. I'd always been told that they were very strict and harsh on those that didn't follow their doctrine. But they really aren't that different from any other bot. They have their beliefs but they are still very kind.

"I'm starting to realize that even though I've been to the edges of Autobot space, my world has been very small." Optimus looked down at his energon as he spoke. He felt shame, shame at his ignorance, shame at the disdain he once held towards those that he had thought were so different from himself.

"Then I believe I should broaden your horizon." Megatron offered with the most genuine smile Optimus had ever seen on the warlord.

Two and a half vorn. Would he make it like this?

#fanfic #fanfiction #megatron #optimus prime #optimus x megatron #the consort and the warlord #transformers animated

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blazingstarship · 10 months

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💍Engagement Night💖

I have been waiting to post this artwork for a very long time cause I wanted it to be perfect and love the story behind our proposal.

We got to the marriage subject cause one of the guys made a joke about it. When it was just the two of us, I honestly told Yus it wasnt really something I dreamed off to do. I kinda made it clear marriage wasnt for me but didnt want to tell him my reasons. Yusei figured eventually by clicking one and one when I dont bring up my parents much. I told him the truth about why I dont like weddings. My parents had an unhappy marriage and even worst divorce. Heck I dont even know why they agreed to get married in the first place but it made me dislike the whole wedding concept.

Yusei said he never could imagine even a happy stable relationship without worrying if the other wouldnt leave him first (dead, betrayed, leaving the city forever). And marriage, the same page, didnt saw himself as marriage material too. People of Sattelite werent even allowed to marry so who wanted scum like him to love a life time.

Our relationship grow and the years passed by. It became stronger and we never felt so comfortable and save than to be with each other. After two years there was a moment in our lifes that changed us both and Yusei came suddenly with an own made ring with blue stone stickers on it and presented as a promise ring, we called a partnership. And I made one too from scraps and crafts so he knew I feel the same way about it. So we started to wear promise rings and after four years, we got our own house together.

I try not to drop spoilers but lets say Yusei felt alone and yet he got reminded someone always came home to him at the end of the day. Living together did him so well and the idea of having an own house with a backyard and garage and just a new chapter in his life thats about to start. He never could dream there was someone willing to spend the rest of their life with him and he cherish every day this someone goes to sleep and wakes byside him.

He wanted to place the bolt ring for the real thing and it was quite the time since he knew while I love the ring, it wasnt a real ring and deserved a real one. The real deal.

I was really worried about the house since I am not from Neo Domino City and what if we didnt work out at the end and I had to go back to my own country.

Yusei assured me its never gonna happen and we are not like my folks. As long as we talk to each other and give the space we need from time to time, everything will be alright.

After we got the keys, Yusei said out of the blue What if you will be named Fudo too. It shocked me how sure he said that, his face expression didnt change. He was really serious about it, like he was preparing me mentally and pulsed if he should go through with his plan.

I was really quiet about it as after a while, I only smiled at him and told him I loved him and that will never change. Then I gave a very long kiss on his cheek.

He didnt need to know more then this was a hint that I was ready. It was like he already asked the question but without the actual words. And my sensitive emotional ass (typical cancer lol) got me in tears as I assured him it was just a very sweet thing what he did.

The first night we would spend at our home was the same night he proposed. Yusei wanted to come to our home as family, as future husband and wife.

He took me for dinner and boy we didnt eat much. I may even was tired from work to notice he was nervous and couldnt think why he wanted to go out after we could have dinner at our own place for the first time.

He proposed at the Neo Domino City Point View close to his former place. It has the best view to see the whole sky and all the stars in it. Also it was the same place we catched a shooting star together and even started to feel a spark between us.

There were fairy lights around the rails and just watched the starry sky. Bringing up memories and getting deeper how much we have been through together. The deeper we got, the closer we holded each other. Suddenly there was a long silence and how I never could think I would be here and spending the rest of my life living here with him.

He whispered to me that I was his home, his future and couldnt imagine he would spend the rest of his life with someone else than me. He let me go but holded my hand as he went on one knee. After some sweet lines, he asked me. The way he asked was more like a promise than a proposal. Without knowing the real intentions, I said yes. As he wanted to put the ring on the finger, he realized he forgot to put out the box out of his jacket.

We laughed at this moment. He called out I even said yes without a ring. For me to reply confused “Saying yes without a ring?”

As he then showed the box and showed the ring inside. Saying he is asking the real deal, it is a real proposal. Causing me to been overwhelmed and crying.

He asked me again, but this time he did it in Dutch. It was so fluent, it got me so off guard. For me to answer Yes! In dutch, Japanese and English. A thousand times.

#✨blazing arts #selfship art #self ship art #self ship #selfshipping #✨spaceshipping #self ship community #💍july 2nd 2023 #💍leather wedding

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spikeinthepunch · 9 months

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maybe itd be good to also dump the timeline of what i have taken out or changed that i feel was affected by my own anxiety of why i could or couldnt tell and story with 'dark themes'. and ill just talk about it with Penrose because that is the story i am currently telling in the game i am making.

TW but not really detailed here- sexual, emotional and physical abuse. horrible toxic relationships in general. grooming. pedophilia.

.... Penrose (or TIWIFL)

TIWIFL it was obviously based on trauma stuff. the title gave it away ("this is what it felt like). the original ideas are entirely thrown out so i can be more clear about it without caring for spoilers. the first version of the story was about Mick, and her group of friends who i think were highschool students. the general line up of characters was Mick, Mars, Babs, and Haiden (a few other unimportant ones). Mick is a sophomore who was in a toxic abusive relationship with Haiden, a senior. Babs is a freshman who had been/was being sexually abused by an older man who groomed her. Mars is a senior who dealt with extreme anger problems that often resulted in him abusing girlfriends he tried to date. Yeah it was uh, a myriad of problems. I had no clear story with all of them together. Mick was a lone character at first who was to have a comic that had her exploring memories she forgot. Eventually they were to all be in a single story though i dont know how. there are some random drawings and map parts related to them though!

eventually Mick got selected for a short finished comic- Trip- which personified the idea of her past manipulative and gaslighting relationship. but i had no longer ideas at the time. now its just her and some new characters for this game jam story i am whipping up.

either way, while i didnt get any solid story for the old stuff, these guys sure represented some tough topics. and the content i did make was very triggering for me to even do. this version of the story may have gotten thrown out for many reasons (well, i had no story i could figure out, for one) and i think my age and mental state halted much of exploring it properly at the time. it was like desperate trauma dumping to get things out but it wasnt healthy- i think a lot didnt happen either bc i was throwing Types of trauma at various characters bc i needed an outlet. but still looking back at it, there was nothing wrong with trying to cover that- i ended up facing a lot of conflict and anxiety when i saw all the various opinions of Who could tell those stories and How to tell them. im sure that piecing out exploring these characters, would make a good story. and maybe i can still use this in my new iteration of this long running messy all over the place story. idk.

Penrose especially is one that was intended to feel more like "home" in the sense its grounded in a simple modern day world in a small town inspired by mine/one very close to me, and the concept of exploring forgotten memories is definitely based of myself- and then covering topics that are close/familiar to me. But when i started to of think of why's or what's for the memory loss topic and the trauma topic i did start to hold back when i took it out- for all the reasons echoed prior. i end up with a story that doesnt have any of the content i keep wanting it to have!

its current story now has to do with recovering memories of a cult Mick never realized would have been a cult in the first place. there is a lot that happens in cults, a lot of hard shit to consume. and its not all relevant to my characters or story or... i guess maybe, i made sure to write it so i didnt have to try and tackle those subjects. And yes, I don't by any means intend to or need to cover every possible bad thing that happens in a cult. But at the same time I know there is a lot of me that is nervous at even trying to explore themes of abuse, grooming, etc if it were to come up. and some of it HAS to if this is about a character coming to realize the bad of something she normalized for so long!!

its a whole process to realize this now. i want to change it and i guess its also hard to change my OC stories AGAIN. but im trying to be aware and trying to push away anxiety about the stories and subjects i want to write.

#penrose

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roomsofangel · 3 months

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CHAPTER TWENTY — IS THIS WHAT THE POETS MEANT?

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warnings not really any i think of right off the bat

WRITING BELOW .ᐟ

you were nervous.

you attempted to rub your hands that were a tad bit damp from your sweat onto your clothes, face cringing before checking your phone for the hundredth time to check the clock. it was only two minutes ago that san sent his last message yet you were checking constantly as if he was running late to an important meeting.

‘maybe its not too late to back out..’ you thought to yourself, sinking in your seat as you messed with the strings of your hoodie, staring at the half drunk boba tea yeosang got you before walking you here. maybe you could ask zane for help, maybe even his soulmate felix could sprinkle in some baker wisdom. frowning, you pushed the thoughts aside and have to reluctantly commit to the cards you’ve been dealt

“you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that,” an amused voice spoke, it was airy as if he was out of breath but still had enough to laugh and tease, your head lifted to see san who slid off the hood from his jacket from his head, taking the seat in front of you.

“you’ll give an unlucky someone a heart attack just popping up like that,” you repeated in a similar fashion, lightly mumbling with a slight head shake which san replied to with another amused laugh, adjusting himself in his seat

you noticed how san was a lot more buffer than you remembered, but to be fair the only glimpses you caught of him were of him in distress or moving as if his life depended on it — now that you actually sat in front of him, you took in all his features and it made your stomach churn. why was your heart nearly falling out if your chest? is this was poets meant when they wrote about these metaphors?

taking note of his features, your eyes scanned his clothes and they nearly popped out their sockets at the notice of familiar color scheme, the both of you wearing a similar outfit with a similar palette, is this that soulmate telepathy or were you reading into it too much?

meanwhile, san wanted to make this fast. he had to. maybe it was the fact he knew exactly what could have been in your mind, it was only expected when he had the same thoughts. he knew this build up, he knew the steps that would be taken and it did not help that you were his soulmate at all. it was as if he’s seen this film before, but he didnt want to stick around long enough to even figure out if he would like the ending

“so.. baking,” your voice rung in his ears and filled his head, his face scrunching as he got back into reality and he looked at you, your face mirroring his own while your fingers messed with the straw of your cup.

he nodded, “baking,” he repeated as if he was some sort of parrot and looked around the spot on campus you two agreed on meeting at. the interior was nice, the amount of fake plants there were made him feel as if he was a sim and the player just needed to fill in some empty spaces but he didnt care too much for it.

“i was thinking we could do strawberry? with maybe a cream cheese sort of frosting?” you thought outloud, mentioning to san who looked as if he understood nothing while you continued going on, humming here and there while sipping your drink. “jongho and i were originally going to do different flavors and make some sort of art through it,” you snorted

and san hated how he found it endearing, and he hated how he found himself straightening his posture and not being able to stop the next words from flowing, “then lets do that!”

you looked at him, eyes blinking to process what he had just said before smiling a little. “oh.. okay! i could show you the ideas and what me and jongho took inspo from?” you offered and he couldnt stop himself from nodding, especially when your own happiness seemed to fill his entire body as well.

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xan-the-emo-trans-man · 8 months

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This isn’t really the type of blog to post stuff like this on but I figured I’d do it anyway because I haven’t really talked about this situation in detail before

when I was 11, I got into a relationship with this girl from school. She was one of my friends and my classmates who I met through a mutual friend of ours, we didn’t know each other for very long before we started dating and I didn’t realize all the red flags at the time

but she was like…absolutely awful for me. And I kind of knew that at the time but I didn’t realize how bad it actually was until we broke up

I would be super anxious to see her, I would get nervous before we hung out. Not a good type of nervous like I wanted to impress her, a bad nervous like I was scared of her

everything with her felt forced, being affectionate with her felt more like a hostage situation more than a healthy relationship

i never knew why I felt that way. It could partly be because I’m gay, but it’s also that she was a really shitty person

she did stuff like get very upset whenever I couldnt hang out with her even if it wasn’t my fault, start fights randomly to get my attention and say things like “babe I’m crying” to get me to answer her texts. she made me feel so bad about myself all the time. She blamed me for things that weren’t even my fault and made me feel shitty about things out of my control

she was also super jealous of my girl best friend and accused me of liking her. She also asked me questions like “what are your kinks” when we were in fucking middle school

Maybe the worst part is she tried to force me into a polyamorous relationship with the person she was cheating on me with

my parents did lots of nice stuff for her, drove her around, took her out to nice dinners. I was at her beck and call and I was always really scared to upset her

now it seems a bit dramatic but that wa s probably the worst relationship I’ve ever been in and it’s been 3 years since then

we dated from November 2019-October 2020, 11 months

she broke up with me in public at my friend’s party (I saw her at that house that day and she chickened out on telling me in person, she would rather wait until I was in public to embarrass me. She was acting super Sus in the weeks leading up to that but I thought nothing of it) she broke up with me over text and made me call her and then proceeded to guilt trip me for like a month after we broke up to take her back

i didn’t want to, obviously. I felt free for the first time in a long time and it felt like a weight lifted off my chest. Sure, it hurt but I felt better than I had in months and at the time I didn’t really know why

I don’t talk to her anymore but she was super shitty to my girl best friend and pretended to be a changed person but showed no proof of that change

i regret dating her a lot even if she did help me realize a lot of things about my identity. She reminds me of my abusive mother and maybe that’s why she found it so easy to manipulate me in the first place

it’s probably a drastic first relationship story but she did a lot of shit to me and I don’t even think I grasp the whole reality of the situation

I’m very lucky she broke up with me because I didn’t have the guts to break it off with her. She made me feel trapped and like I would never find anyone else if I left her. I didn’t want to be alone and I thought eventually I’d be happy. I ignored all the red flags and the bad feeling in my chest whenever we were together just so I wouldn’t be alone

I’m very lucky she wasn’t my first kiss because I didn’t even love her. I thought I did but I don’t think I did at all, and that makes the situation even sadder

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mattsboldyy · 2 years

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the night she made her choice | brendan brisson & thomas bordeleau

find part one here, part two here, part three here, and part four here.

this is the fifth part to ‘the night that ruined everything’

summary - you made a choice.

words - 702

warnings - mentions of cheating, angst, fem!reader

authors note - this has been so fun to write. i couldnt have been more thankful for all of the support that came along with writing and releasing this series. thank u a ton to @1-800-iluvhockey for helping me figure out the rest of this series. i luv u sm bae. this has been such a good series. i hope y’all enjoy this!! i’m definitely taking series ideas in my inbox. love u all ❤️

other - i definitely recommend listening to ‘never the 1’ by rosie while reading this !!

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“hey brendan. meet me at the pizza place tonight. at 7.” you said, leaving a voicemail.

“hey thomas. meet me at the pizza place tonight at 7 please. thank you.” you repeated, leaving the same voicemail but this time directed to thomas.

you narrowed your eyes at yourself in the mirror, studying your outfit, making sure everything looked perfect. you turned your head to the right, looking at your alarm clock. “6:45.” you mumbled with a sigh. you walked over to your bedside table, grabbing your keys and walking towards your dorm door but not before looking in the mirror one more time.

at the restaurant..

you were the first one to the restaurant. you were kind of nervous how thomas and brendan were going to react since they didn’t know it was the three of you. they thought it was just going to be brendan and y/n or thomas and y/n.

the second one to the restaurant was brendan. he was really putting in the effort to try and win you back. “hey y/n/n.” brendan said, walking up to the table as you got up from your seat to hug him. after you both sat down, the waitress came over asking for your drink requests. “sorry, we have one more person coming. he should be here in a few.” you said, smiling at the waitress as she nods and walks away. “what’d you say?” brendan said, eyebrows furrowed. you laugh nervously, “about that..” just as you start to explain yourself thomas walks in. “oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” brendan mumbled, rolling his eyes. “hey thomas.” you said, getting up to hug him as well. “what’s up brendan.” thomas started, earning a nod back from the obviously jealous boy.

“i wanted to talk to you guys. about this.” you say, looking down at the table.

“you know that i never meant to break your friendship. it was never ever my intention.”

“it was not your fault, y/n. we should’ve handled this more maturely.” said brendan, following a agreeing nod from thomas.

“no but you guys are teammates. you guys are teammates on one of the biggest college hockey teams. a-and if you two can’t get along, you guys can’t play without having harsh feelings towards each other and i know good and well that could affect the game. i know this has felt like a competition between you two. ya know, competing to see who ends up with me. i feel like i’m just a distraction.” you say, tilting your head to the side, looking at the two boys.

“but you know you’re not a distrac-“ brendan started before you cut him off, “brendan yes i am and both of you know it. so thats why.. uh.” you say, starting to get choked up, tears on the brink of spilling out of your eyes.

you could see the fear on both thomas and brendan’s face. it was almost like they knew what was coming. “i know you two are leaving umich this year and probably signing with the ahl or nhl, and i wanna stay here and finish my degree. i dont want to do this long distance thing. with either of you. i’m really sorry guys, you know i love you both but i can’t be in a relationship right now. especially if you both are moving away soon. im choosing neither you or thomas. i’ll find someone new.” you finish, tears streaming down your face now.

later.

“bro what happened tonight?” owen asked before continuing, “even since you two came home brendan has been up in his room.”

“it was the..” thomas took a deep breath before continuing his thought,

“the night she made her choice.”

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tagging some friends !!!

@1-800-iluvhockey @bitchinbarzal @hockey-lover86 @owenpowersglasses @pierrelucduboiis

#the night that ruined everything series #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #brendan brisson imagine #brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine

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heyitsyn · 3 years

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Manager!Inarizaki

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i would put in all the reqs but there were so many people who requested for our fox babies that it would literally take up every space :”) and im happy to comply so here it is

AAAA LOOK THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG LIKE BLS BUT IM A RIN SIMP :’)

alkdfjlsdfi

sunarin simp is typing😍🍃💞..........

ogeiogeiogei

hehehehehe

so im actually just going to include the starting lineup like i knowwwww theres subs but im only most familiar with the regulars :(

okay so anyways!!

now

you might be wondering

how in the hell did you become the manager of these crackheads

from calm papi kita to psycho tsumu,

why are you their manager

you, the cute and shy and innocent not wittle first year, somehow became the manager of the powerhouse volleyball team of inarizaki high

it all started with our dear lovely samu

hehe bet you didnt see that coming

now we all know baby samu literally is the biggest foodie in the team and he constantly thinks about food 24/7 therefore there isnt much room in there for anything else except for volleyball

basically,

the dude loves to eat

it just so happens that you made food

your family owned a cafe down the street from the school and you worked there after school to help your parents

now how does this tie in with samu you ask

this chile was so hungry that he had to skip practice

sending kita a quick text about doing a quick errand, he walked down the street on the hunt for a quick place to grab a bite

he totally ignored kita’s warning of cramps if he ate a lot then practiced but whatever food is life

it just so happens he stumbles upon your family’s cafe

when he entered, the smell of bread and food entered his nostrils causing this baby to just float right in

you were manning the register while your brother was at school so you smiled at the incoming figure of this familiar boy

and because you recognized him, you couldnt help but grin and gasp a little

‘oh! miya-senpai!’

you exclaimed and osamu was confused because he’s never seen you before but he thought you were probably a kouhai in school

you looked young and definitely not a face he’s seen before so he concluded you were most likely a first year

and you were really cute

like really

really

cute

that thought caused this babe to blink awkwardly and nod at your direction

‘uh, hi’

he greeted and you smiled at his awkward nature

‘what can i get you today, miya-senpai?’

he must’ve been busy looking at you to actually look at the menu behind you and he fumbled, rushing to find a food to get

‘wh-what do ya recommend?’

he asked and you paused then thought deeply

‘hmm, we have onigiris freshly made! and we also have milk bread thats really good!’

did you just-

did you just say onigiri?

‘yea ill take some onigiri’

he decided and you lit up

‘perfect! the total is-’

he completely blanked out because wow your smile was really pretty

‘miya-senpai? miya-senpai?’

you called out and he snapped out of it

‘oh, sorry, here’

he gave you the cash and you gave him back his change before wandering to the glass case where the savory foods were placed

you seemed to glide over and osamu watched you with fond eyes, interest bubbling in him

there was something about you that made him curious

but he just didnt know what

it confused him because maybe you were just someone he hasnt seen before and not the same fans he sees all the time

‘you’re really lucky, miya-senpai. i just finished making them minutes before you walked in’

you commented

this took him aback

‘you cook?’

he suddenly asked and you chuckled, soft and airy laughs filling the air

‘of course, senpai! learning to cook is an essential for a business like this’

and thus created a beautiful friendship

he would come over to eat nearly every day of the week while you would happily serve him

sometimes, he would even buy extra so you could eat with him

while you were talking, he noticed you lacked the accent others from there had and he thought you were not originally from hyogo

he learned that you were actually from miyagi and you moved here just this year

‘so, how ya liking it ‘round here?’

he asked one day, after swallowing his food

you thought about it before shrugging

‘i mean, its still the countryside so i guess everything’s the same. maybe the dialect? my neighbors have strong accents, haha’

samu chuckled

‘its common over here. ya sound a lot more from tokyo. my best friend’s from there, ya see’

you raised an eyebrow

‘hm?’

‘rin. suna rin is in the team and hes from tokyo so he sounds like a standard city boy. ill take ya to meet him sometime’

nah he really wasnt

he wanted to keep you away from the others as much as possible, especially his brother, because he was a greasy mf

but that didnt really work out into plan because you approached him in school the other day

you saw him and you hurriedly ran to him where he stood with his twin and some guy

tsumu saw you coming from behind his brother and he smirked before nodding at you

‘samu, ya got a girlie running for ya’

samu turned, confused, until he saw your adorable face

‘y/n. whats up?’

you grinned

‘you left your team jacket, miya-senpai’

the red jacket was clutched in your hands and the two boys behind him shared a surprised look because osamu never mentioned a girlfriend

and with the way you were holding his jacket, the two boys immediately jumped into conclusions

well

more like atsumu started whining at osamu for not telling him he had a girl

‘i thought we were brothers! brothers for life!’

samu just awkwardly stands there and he has a sheepish look in his eyes that were looking at you apologetically

‘sorry about him, y/n. but thank you for returning it’

you handed him the fabric before smiling

‘it was a good thing you had a spare one for me, miya-senpai. who knew the rain would come so suddenly’

osamu sighed then playfully poked your forehead with his finger

‘how many times do i have to tell you to call me by my first name? i really dont want to hear anything that associates me with this bastard’

atsumu socked osamu at the shoulder causing the gray-haired boy to look away from you and start yelling at his brother

‘touch me again! see what happens then!’

‘yer just showing off for yer girlie! ya aint doin nothing!’

suna shook his head before turning to you with a sympathetic look

‘you really want to be with this guy? him and this idiot are practically a package’

you tilted your head

‘im,,, not with miya-senpai?’

suna blinked

‘but he gave you his jacket. he doesnt even give it to me. i guess its not part of best friend privileges’

at the mention of best friend, you lit up

‘oh! you must be sunarin! the tokyo boy!’

baby rin choked a little at the sight of your grin and he scrunched his eyebrows while awkwardly raising the corner of his lips to a smile

‘you,, uh,,, you know me?’

like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you nodded

‘at first, when miya-senpai told me, i didnt know who you were. but! youre actually very popular, suna-senpai! too bad i never saw you until today, though, because we’re in different floors. but! a lot of girls talk about you!’

poor rin didnt know how to react to that because he didnt want to look flustered but he didnt want to look cocky either

so he just opted to smile gently

‘oh. well, in that case. let me introduce myself to you. suna rintaro’

can we normalize suna being an actual nice guy instead of the cold stand-offish player bastard?

you shook his hand and said your name as well

like samu, he asked you to call him by his first name too since you were close to his friend therefore should try being close to you too

speaking of samu, him and atsumu reduced the violence to just bickering and they were still teasing each other even after you and suna talked

the coochi bangs boy rolled his eyes then slapped atsumu’s arm to gain their attention

‘yo. theres a girl here. try and be nice and civil’

atsumu seems like he forgot your existence because his eyes brightened at the sight of you

‘oh! heya!’

you nervously smiled at him because his hyperness and overall atsumu-ness was quite overwhelming

‘h-hello, miya-senpai’

atsumu pouted at how apprehensive you sounded

‘eyyy, why are you being nervous, girlie? im just samu, yanno! same face and everything!’

osamu knew you well enough that you were kinda awkward and you didnt know how to approach a hyper person like his brother so he naturally saved you

‘hey, y/n, the bell’s about to ring any moment now so try to not be late and ill be sure to see you later. do you want me to pick you up from your class and we can walk together?’

to you, it was just a simple offer from a friend but to the two, that was the confirmation of your relationship with the wing spiker

‘wahh, atsumu, your brother really is better than you. he knows how to treat girls good’

atsumu took offense to this

‘excuse you! i would be too if there were genuine girls in this school!’

osamu’s aggressive blinking was his signal for you to hurry along and you noticed causing you to chuckle before bidding goodbye

‘it was nice meeting you, rin-senpai. and,,, you too, miya-senpai. samu-senpai, later at 3?’

osamu softly smiled while nodding

‘later at 3’

the TEASING HE FACED from the two was unbearable and despite the amount of times he denied it, they were still teasing him

‘samu’s got a girlfriend~! samu’s got a girlfriend~!’

‘tsumu, i swear to god if you dont shut your trap’

‘imagine having a girlfriend’

true to his word, osamu was waiting for ya at the bottom of the stairwell from the one that led to the second floor, absentmindedly kicking some invisible thing in the floor

you were fixing your bag straps on your shoulders when you saw him at the end of the hallway and you couldnt contain your excitement seeing the grey haired boy

‘samu-senpai!!’

you shouted, getting his attention that made him whip his head up

the blank face contorted into a small smile and he raised a hand

‘yo’

when you made it next to him, you were grinning really big and samu felt flustered at your happy face

so he cupped your chin with his large hand that allowed him to squeeze both cheeks

‘cutie’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it, too busy trying to get him to stop squishing

you were originally supposed to go walk over to the cafe but you didnt know that osamu was actually trying to skip practice and he was trying to hide from the members

okay first off, i dont think samu would ever skip practice willingly bc he has the same drive as miya atsumu but he also just wants to spend time with you asklfjldfjdlk

but the loud mouth tsumu saw you guys as you turned a hallway

you were busy talking to osamu about some cooking chef guy gordon and he was nodding and talking but then he heard a loud shout

‘SAMU!’

osamu babie didnt know what was happening so he protectively placed an arm in front of you and hurriedly shoved you behind him in case something happened

duh you didnt know what was happening either so you were clutching his jacket and peeked from his arm to see atsumu stomping over with suna trailing behind him, seemingly texting on his phone

osamu lazily glared at his brother

‘what’

atsumu blanched and sped walk faster until he was right in front of him to yell

‘IM TIRED OF YER EXCUSES! JUST CUS YA GOT YASELF A GIRLIE DUN MEAN YA GET TO SKIP PRACTICE!’

you furrowed your eyebrows

you tugged at his jacket and osamu turned to peer down at you and he gulped, preparing himself to hear your scolding

it wasnt the first time you scolded him as you just told him off the other day for not eating enough vegetables and fruits to balance out his unhealthy love for onigiri and sweets

‘samu-senpai,,, you told me you guys were taking an off week. why are you skipping practice today’

you were genuinely worried and you didnt seem to understand why he did that but the other two did and atsumu didnt hesitate

‘CUS HE WANTS TA SPEND TIME WITH YA, Y/N! BASTARD CANT EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME THE REASON! YER SICK?! WHAT THE HELL EXCUSE IS THAT! YA NEVER GET SICK!’

poor suna is just watching this go down and he felt bad that you were caught in the middle

so he suggested a compromise

you watched sunarin push atsumu’s chest to make him back off and he gently smiled at you before looking at the two

‘how about we all go to practice and if y/n-chan wants, she can wait and osamu can spend time with her when hes done? besides, atsumu, you know osamu has been doing good on his spikes. maybe we can persuade coach and kita to let him off early since hes,,, quote unquote,, ‘sick’’

osamu debated but you emerged from behind him

‘sure! samu-senpai would love to go to practice! right, samu-senpai?’

you smiled at him but it was a stern smile

you just wanted him to go to practice because you knew now of how important volleyball was to the school and they needed to get all their time and energy to win the sport

atsumu agreed to this plan but osamu was forced to accept it

simp

just for extra measure, sunarin and tsumu walked behind you guys to the gym so you and samu had time to talk

you were chiding him of course because why would he waste time with spending time with you

‘just wanted to see ya, y/n-chan’

he winked but you pouted and wrinkled your nose

‘you cant weasel yourself out of this, samu-senpai’

osamu has never heard you scold him before so he was like o.o but inside he was like,,, hot

the gym was already on full practice and kita saw the second years from the door

aran LAKDJFLAKSFJLASDKF ARAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA nudged mimi with a smirk

as much as they loved the underclassmen, watching them get told off by kita was too funny to not watch

but what caused them to curiously peer behind the three was the appearance of a girl

a girl?

‘why’s a girl with them?’

aran mumbled and mimi shrugged, but also intrigued

you were behind osamu and he could tell you were nervous because youve heard of the reputation of the team

they were seen as practically as popular as the basketball team and everyone worshipped them

they were who put the school’s name in the map and you were about to meet the legends of inarizaki

thankfully, atsumu and rin walked to the front of you two so you and samu were at the back

samu didnt look at you but he reached behind him to open his palm as a signal for you to take it

you gratefully grabbed it and leaned closer in case something happens

‘KITA-SAN! WE GOT EM!’

atsumu shouted and suna chided him for being really loud

‘you’re late’

an even voice said in front of them and you leaned over to the side to see who it was from

your eyes bulged out of your head because one, wow he was handsome, and two, he looked like someone from miyagi

YALL KNOW WHO IM TALKING ABOUT BYE-

‘oh wow’

you mumbled absentmindedly and samu looked at you at the corner of his eye before scoffing

your face was totally bright red and your eyes were super wide

kita? really? of all guys? it was kita?

‘SORRY! was samu who took so long!’

atsumu lowered his voice down but he didnt tell the captain of his brother’s plans to skip

‘he has a stomachache and he was at the nurse’s office’

suna smoothly came up with a lie and he might look cool and calm, his hands were clasped behind him with it clenching his phone

your eyes left kita to notice that habit and you had a small smile because it was another reassurance that these boys werent as high and legendary as everyone made them to be

in the end they were still just students and boys

they were still human

‘oi, osamu, who’s the girl?’

aran finally bit the bullet and asked the question everyone has been wondering since the beginning

both you and samu stiffened at the direct question to you but he nodded

‘this is l/n y/n’

he introduced and you raised a shaky hand as a greeting but let go of samu to bow slightly to your seniors

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n, i’m a first year’

a few players also raised a hand but it was mimi who spoke at last

‘nice to meet you’

kita nodded at you but turned to the three

‘why is she with you? are you skipping again, osamu?’

again?

osamu inwardly cringed

obviously, kita was sharper than they would think because he easily saw through suna’s lie

he also knew that samu never really got sick

he watched the younger shovel 5 bowls of ramen and still have enough room eat a plate of mochi and he was perfectly fine

it was silent between the four of you and atsumu and suna were looking at each other as they ran out of lies

dang they even planned the entire walk of what to say to kita

you looked between the twins and their friend before speaking up

‘samu-senpai really did have a stomachache. i was-uh-helping the nurse! um, i want to be a doctor or a nurse when i grow up! and-’

you started to ramble but because you were trying to lie and it was never your forte

ALKESDJFLKD Y/N I NEED TO TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL OMG

‘we were tryin to convince y/n to be a manager. thats why we took so long’

atsumu huffed

you froze

a what?

a manager?

you were genuinely truthful about wanting to go into a medical profession but not a manager

you were already a manager before and you didnt really want to do it again

kita was inspecting suna’s and atsumu’s and osamu’s faces to see a trace of dishonesty

you saw him raise a dark eyebrow and you knew then that these three cannot tell a lie to save their life

so you nodded frantically making kita look at you

‘mhm! they asked me! miya-san wanted someone they knew already so they asked me because i’m samu-senpai’s friend! so here i am!’

your awkward smile and stiff outstretched arms might’ve seem suspicious but kita moved his gaze from you to atsumu and the blonde nodded

‘yea! ya’ve been talkin bout bein worried of next year cus yall aint here no more so i got sum person responsible enough fer us!’

STOPP I HATE IT HERE I CANT SEEM TO WRITE OUT ATSUMU’S ACCENT LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

after the longest 3 seconds, kita finally nodded and closed his eyes warily

‘alright. l/n-san, come here’

you froze at the way he said your name but suna was kind enough to walk over to your place beside samu to gently push you forward to kita

‘its okay’

he mumbled and you were so thankful because that gave you enough motivation and strength to keep going

your height was staggering between these men and kita seemed to tower you

but you kept an even and calm face

‘yes?’

you asked

kita looked at you and he stared at your face, pupils moving as a sign that he was inspecting your eyes and every feature

oh my god you shouldve plucked your nose hairs this morning

before you could feel more self-conscious, he spoke

‘you said you want to be a doctor?’

‘well, more like a nurse but um same thing’

‘you know medical stuff? know how to treat injuries?’

‘yes. i was a manager back in my hometown so i have experience’

‘where are you from?’

‘miyagi’

‘ya familiar with shiratorizawa?’

you cringed but nodded

‘yes’

‘are you from there?’

‘yes’

the three stooges from behind you had wide eyes at this sudden revelation because that was a school theyve played before

even the last interhigh, they were familiar of how strong that school was

the eagle and the guess monster

and you were their manager before?

must’ve been during middle school as you were just a first year

‘so you know how plays and stats work?’

‘yes. anything you want me to do, im familiar and capable to do it’

god why are you saying this

you didnt even want to be a manager in the first place

yet here you are again

you were getting flashbacks from the war ajkfdfd

kita looked at you silently once more before finally standing up straight and pointing you to their coach who was watching the whole thing with crossed arms and furrowed brows

‘there. talk to him and you can finalize everything. i think its too early to say this but nonetheless, welcome to the team, y/n’

AND THUS STARTED YOUR JOURNEY WITH THE BOYS

akldjklfjsdlakj

IT WAS ALL BUILT ON LIES BUT WHATEVER

AS LONG AS NO ONE DIED ISSOKAY

no but really dont tell lies in general yall, maybe white lies, but try not to do that

OKAY MOVING ON

MOMENTS WITH THE TEAM

duh you are much much closer to samu than the rest of the team so you tended to stick to him more

like you would go to him first if you needed something or if you wanted someone to help you with the crate, he would be your go-to

that would make atsumu whine because he felt that samu was better than him

‘oi, y/n! im really good with ma arms! i can bench 300 yanno?’

you politely smiled and nodded

‘thank you for telling me, miya-san’

then you would proceed to nudge samu’s arm yum to ask for help

butbutbutbut

dont worry!!!!

you do end up warming up to him

for my atsumu stans, yall tend to go to him when samu is either busy or you just need a good laugh

this mans will embarrass himself both on purpose or accidentally to make you laugh lmao

you also have extra bottles for his medicine because he has adhd and the guys are like,,,, yo chill

and duh atsumu would forget to take them so youre practically his reminder

we all know how tsumu was practically attacked that one time when he insulted those girls, right?

yall may have forgiven but i will never forget >:(

well, during matches, you as their manager, always have to tell the stands to be quiet when atsumu is serving

but no one told you this

you kind of figured it out during your time like when his eye would twitch if samu was talking to suna too loudly or when he would close his eyes to shut off his hearing because of the loud spikes on the other side

you noticed it

so you would go to the stands and nicely tell them that if they see atsumu serving, to be quiet

‘i understand you are all excited when he does his serve but we would all benefit more you could release that excitement inside and silently’

*cue atsumu pretending to faint in sunas arms*

OH SPEAKING OF SUNA

YES I SAID THAT I DONT REALLY LIKE FANON SUNA BC,,,

WEED

AND DRUGS

AND RUDE

JUST OVERALL

NOT RECOMMENDED

but canon suna :”)

as a player, suna is seen as really manipulative and snarky and witty

he loves to poke fun at the other team, even his own, and just all-around annoying

but off-court

suna is a very quiet and reserved person

totally different from the one who talks and yaps constantly to the other side of the net

and hes a really pure person in some topics

like he would turn red when you would compliment his new picture that he posted in inasgram

PLEASE SUNA IS TOTALLY A PHOTOGRAPHER LIKE HE TAKES PICTURES OF SUNSETS AND STUFF

or when you would offer to bandage him up for him because it’s hard to do it himself and your hand would touch his

dont tell anyone this but suna is very relieved that you and samu weren’t dating

thats all

thats all for now

;)

OOOO kita!!!

okay so kita is the captain, right?

but he doesnt play

like he plays rarely and aran is usually the on-court captain

this causes you and him to be at the sidelines a lot

he would tell you what he thinks would happen next or what the next plan should be and you would provide your own input

in a way, he was the one who really taught you the mechanics of volleyball and he would tell you the different tricks that techniques that the twins came up with

what makes you really soft and fall for him is when he starts to compliment his players

his pride in aran for being one of the top aces that has led them to nationals

his pride in mimi for being able to go on the longest on court and not be tired

his pride on akagi for being able to receive each ball and successfully give it to their setter

his pride on hitoshi for being the one who could handle the team personality wise and his plans for him to be his successor

his pride on ATSUmu for being the best setter he’s ever seen and his drive to get better no matter what

his pride on samu for being so strong and still getting stronger despite his dream career to be something not volleyball-related

his pride on sunA being motivated enough to help the team and make sure everyone knows that every ball can be stopped

like pls you almost cry all the time when you hear kita saying that because he seems to not say it to the others but only to you

it makes you happy that kita relies so much on these guys as much as they rely on him

OH MY GOSH OMIMI

okay

so omimi ren is a very quiet and calm character

hes kinda like suna where they dont really say much but when they do, its usually important and not irrelevant like atsumu

and he didnt say much when you got inducted in the team as a manager

like he just stared at you and you were just like o.o

ngl he did scare you a bit bc of his tall height looming over you and the way his dark eyes just pierces you through your soul

hes the type that you cannot willingly tell a lie to him bc you know he will find out one way or another

he can see right through you

maybe thats what makes him such a good middle blocker

but you started to warm up to him really quick and he would sometimes walk you home if the others cant mainly bc he knows his appearance will make anyone back off

its the simple things that make you appreciate him

two words: ginjima hitoshi

he is so two-faced

NO LISTEN BEFORE YALL BEAT ME UP JUST HEAR ME OUT

you know how like the 4 second years (PLEASE I KNOW THERES A GUY NAMED YUTO BUT LIKE I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM AAAAAA TELL ME IF YOU WANT HIM IN HERE)

like suna, the twins, and hitoshi

the twins are the annoying ones who causes trouble, suna is the one taking pictures and evidence while cheering them on, and hitoshi is the one trying to break it up

BUT

i think that hitoshi is really the worst out of the 4 and he keeps in because who else would be the responsible one of the bunch

hello? they were about to be third years next year like are we really gonna go on with possibly a miya twin or suna being captain?

so he tries to force down his inner chaos to take on the role of the responsible one

BUTTTTT

you try to release that inner chaos

you sometimes hear him egging on atsumu under his breath like ‘do it’ but quietly so no one hears him

and youre like

?-?

please? we’re not? supposed? to allow? atsumu? to eat? and swallow? a whole? raw egg?

at first, duh he was also like that with you but you want him to be himself and be comfortable with you so you work hard to make him open up

now

you kinda regret it

because he now wants to go through the mcdonalds drive-thru, with no car, just to get mcflurries

you stared down at hitoshi from your bedroom window with a confused expression

‘but? you dont have a car?’

he grins up at you

‘but i got a CART! they said as long as it’s a car and car is in the word cart and the extra ‘t’ is just a bonus!’

‘hitoshi no-’

AAAAAA MICHIMICHI BABY

so akagi is the libero of the team and he is the one responsible for the make sure the ball doesnt touch the ground type of thing

you get really worried about him bc he does a lot of flying saves and his knees always get roughed up and such

so you try and stitch him up as much as you can like you even send him sites for good warm packs to buy

something that isnt known about akagi is that he, like atsumu, really likes to cook

but more like

he bakes

he bakes as a stress reliever and its like his meditation time

you go over to his house a lot to go bake something w him and share it to the guys later on

during ina get-togethers, him and samu are in charged of the food while youre the sous chef

SPEAKING OF SAMU

we forgot about him for a sec aldfjklkfdjlk

it was all thanks to him

because of him, you became a manager despite your initial refusal to become one again

you made friends with more people and you were able to have a fun high school life because of it

because of him

osamu does get a little sad or irritated whenever the guys start to hog you up

like he has to push down the tantrum of ‘I SAW HER FIRST!’

he wants to be the better twin lmao

he gets really butthurt when you would go to someone else even during the middle of your conversation

like he would be talking to you on the side but suna calls you over for tape and youre going

he pouts and atsumu teases him about it causing him to bark at him

LOL HE BARKS

okay so training camp

i think therell be an imagine for this so ill try to not make it as detailed

lets just say its a mess

suna really wants to go hiking bc he wants to go the top of the mountain for pictures of the stars and stuff

but atsumu whines of the bugs and possible creatures in there

this causes osamu to tease him and call him a coward and a wimp

and leads to a fight which aran tries to break up but gets sucked in anyways

and omimi just stands by and watches but he intends to intervene if it gets too much

then akagi gets taken by suna to go the hike with him even though hes scared of bugs so hes whimpering and complaining

while kita and hitoshi are off in the kitchen talking about new grains of flour and stuff

where are you?

youre at the lodge, drinking your f/d (favorite drink) and watching all this go down bc at training camp, it’s every man for themselves

there is a lot of bonding times as a team bc these boys may seem like all they think about is volleyball but they like to do something else outside of that

what they love the most is going to the beach

not only do they get to have fun, they get to relax and see you in a swimsuit alkfdjkfj

especially when kita accidentally falls asleep? they bury him with sand and make him look like a mermaid

because they are players who work out so great bodies duh

and they get so much attention for that

but they all mainly pay attention to you and oh my

youve expressed not being comfortable in wearing a swim suit and watch these guys absolutely start throwing compliments at you

but the third years would softly tell you that it’s okay not to wear one bc all that matters is if youre comfortable or not

HELP I WANT AN ARAN AAAAAAAAAAA

OH SO

we know how kita’s family are rice farmers, right?

well

he farms to help his granny and sometimes, youre the only one who’s free enough to go and help him

so you go over there all the time and granny really loves you bc one, you take care of her shin and thats beyond everything, and two, youre reliable and make shin laugh and such

like one time, you were carrying a basket to the back deck and granny saw you from the kitchen

she smiled before waddling over to the door so she could talk to you

‘y/n-chan!’

you whipped around quickly at the call of your name before grinning and hurrying up to her

‘yes, granny?’

she gave you a bottled water then gestured down to the field where shin was tirelessly tending to the rice

‘please give that to shinsuke. poor boy has been pushing himself too hard with the field and his sport and not taking care of himself’

she chided but there was a certain hint in her tone that made her sound so proud of her grandson

you looked down at the bottle and squeezed it

‘kita-san works hard not for himself, but for everyone else. it makes me sad when he neglects his health and tends to the team instead. so dont worry, baa-chan! i’ll take care of kita-san for him! for you!’

nah bc granny was already gossiping with her neighborhood ladies about this beautiful girl that shin got and how they should be jealous their grandsons don’t have someone like you

OOOOOOO

since your family owns a cafe, the guys goes there all the time

its kinda like the ramen shop for the seijoh boys

they go there mainly to see you even outside of practice ANDDD

they wanna look good in front of your family

like tsumu suddenly knows cleanliness bc he cleans up the mess on the table or kita is no longer an introvert as hes now talking to your mom about the benefits of rice water and her not needing one bc her hair is already beautiful

PLEASE WHAT

and even during the summer, theyve helped out a lot when it was busy lunch times and you couldnt handle it yourself

GOSH IMAGINE SAMU BEING YOUR MOM’S APPRENTICE AND HANDSOME BOYS TAKING YOUR ORDERS WHILE SOME ARE CARRYING HEAVY TRAYS THAT MAKE THEIR ARMS POP

okay imma stop now

OH DONT GET ME STARTED DURING THE DEFEAT WITH KARASUNO

I DONT CARE YALL CAN HATE ME FOR SAYING THIS BUT KARASUNO SHOULDNT HAVE WON LIKE INARIZAKI WERE LITERALLY THE SECOND PLACE IN NATIONALS AND COMPETED AGAINST I T A C H I Y A M A

LIKE WHAT

OKAY ANYWAYS

everyone was already down and moody bc of the loss

and you wanted to be at the back bc you didnt know how to handle the situation

in your time as their manager, not once have you seen them lose

during those 10 months of being a manager, you have not once seen them be defeated during a game even with practice matches

then with those nobodies?

karasuno?

last time you checked, karasuno went down under when coach ukai retired

so having them lose was a real shock

and a really bad event

there was a certain air around you all during the bus ride to the hotel which made the entire time very uncomfortable

everyone finished their crying either in the locker rooms or the bathroom so all that was left was their red eyes

the coach sent everyone off to bed and although they were allowed more days to stay, they all collectively chose to just go home and keep those excused days as a rest day

‘we all would like to just stay at home and recharge’

kita’s request was everyone else’s, even yours, as you were both worried and tired for the boys

so that night, the coaches were able to book train tickets for everyone the next day back home

you stayed up, watching tv in your own room out of boredom because the group chat was quiet and you were too tired to do anything else

the next day, everyone

osamu claimed your shoulder and he held your hand tight with his

his breathing was ragged and even with his closed eyes, the redness around them made it obvious he had been crying

the bus that was filled with excitement before, became quiet and the sound of the engine and wheels took over the silence

you thought samu had fallen asleep so you raised your free hand to stroke his hair

‘hey y/n?’

you flinched at the surprise but hummed

‘imma tell him today. later, but today’

his voice was low and he was murmuring to hint that this was the extra sensitive topic you both discussed a few days ago at the cafe

you nodded but made sure he knew that no matter, he still got you

the coaches were upset and mad at the loss

but in the end, they all realized that this was the last game the boys would play as a team

sure, they could have practice matches and they could play again together in the future but nothing would change the atmosphere and feeling of playing the important matches

this was the team that brought them closest to nationals with placing second out of the entire country

they were a good team that somehow got defeated

but the coaches were still proud

they didnt even yell at the boys to take laps and instead brought them into a team meeting

you stood beside the coaches, your own sniffles with everyone else, and listened to them talk

‘-year has been the most productive this school’s team has had in decades. i hope you all are proud of yourselves as we are proud of you. you lost so you are no longer in the competition and we talk about it tomorrow. but for now, go home and take a rest because tomorrow, we will be running laps and drills and miss y/n will be timing you until you pass out from exhaustion’

you blankly looked at the coaches bc you thought this would be a heartwarming talk but quickly turned into a threat

‘but thats for tomorrow. so go home and rest up. expect what is to come’

you were just wanting to leave lmao

like you wanted to hurry home and make something for the guys to eat tomorrow

just do something to make them at least smile

the guys were quietly packing up and you watched them with trembling eyes at their dismissal

you wanted them to stay longer

stay here and laugh and mess around

like tsumu poking kita and pretending he didnt

or mimi talking about something and aran staring blankly at him but he’s really sleeping with his eyes open and startling him awake

‘guys!’

you shouted

they all stopped and turned to look at you

‘hm?’

hitoshi asked

you hurriedly looked around to find something to stall them here and you noticed the cherry blossom tree that’s blooming

must be the time of the year

‘l-lets! have a-take a picture! outside! by the tree!’

you pointed and they looked at each other

you were acting strangely

but they were simps for you so they just nodded and went outside

they didnt even complain and went to stand out in front of the tree

you had your phone and pulled it to the camera app to raise it to get the team in the frame

they looked sad and tired and worn out but they were still trying to joke around and have natural smiles

‘closer, you guys! bunch in closer!’

you motioned with one hand but they stopped

‘um? y/n? aren’t you gonna join us?’

ren asked but you shook your head

‘its? for you guys? besides, no one will take it for us, silly’

the boys insisted on you prop it up on a bench over there because they wanted you there with them

‘hey, come here! lets all be in it!’

aran shouted and you had no choice but to follow them

the boys had to stand closer to the camera as the bench was a ways ahead of the tree but dont worry, the tree is still there

they wanted you in the front bc they were all taller than you but they really wanted to showcase you

you were their manager and the person who took care of them

they treasure you so much

‘smile!!!’

someone shouted and the timer hit zero and the picture was taken

sure, their school’s motto was that they didnt need things like memories

to not have anything tying you down to the past and to challenge yourself with everyone focusing on the future ahead

in years from now, you could just be another thing from their past and nothing else

but they would be damned if that happened

any fragment of you to remind them of the best time of their youth and the person who loved them more than anyone else did

so yea, sure they wanted to represent their school’s motto

but this time

they can make an exception

a/n: HII!!!! IM BACK AND SUDDENLY IM ABLE TO WRITE AND FINISH THIS I SWEAR I CANT BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO PUBLISH THIS I CANT WITH THIS YALL IM LOWKEY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AND IM ASHAMED IM SO SORRY

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Lifeguard on Duty

Summary: Warren was supposed to be looking for a summer job but when he sees you on the beach he decides to become a lifeguard. And hopefully confess his feelings for you

Word count: 2,376

Warren and Spencer were sitting at the lifeguard station spending lunch together. Warren had his legs kicked up in the small desk and Spencer leaned against the back wall, taking a deep breath of the shared joint. He was messing with the life preservers that lined the wall, he exhaled the smoke before passing it to Warren, moving to lean on the desk, staring out at the crowded beach. “Warren, why did you even take this job?”

“Cause I like the ocean.” Warren hummed, inhaling deeply and letting his eyes flutter shut. He wasn’t really supposed to be smoking up here but he was the only lifeguard on duty today. So goody two shoes Lance Norris, the posterboy for lifeguards couldnt rat him out. He flicked the rolled up stub out the window, watching as it sizzled out in the sand below. He stood up, exiting the booth and Spencer followed him. “Plus the view isn't bad.” Warren looked out on the women sunbathing in skimpy bikinis and the men swimming in insanely tight speedos

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Pervert.” Warren winked at him, turning back to face the beach crowd.

Warren wouldn't admit it but there was another reason he had taken the job. You. His dad had been hounding him to take a summer job so he had been out on the boardwalk picking up applications. He was planning on lying and saying he had gotten a job and then blowing all summer with Spencer but then he had seen you. He had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, he watched as you took the ramp down to the beach and made a beeline for the lifeguard station.

You greeted them with a wide smile and passed up a basket filled with lunch for the two lifeguards on duty. He felt himself smile as he took you in, watching as you made polite conversation with your friend before sitting down on the beach, a book in hand. Warren came to the boardwalk for a week after that to see if you’d return. And sure enough you came everyday to sit in the same spot and read. Watching the waves roll in before leaving a couple hours later. And every friday you brought lunch up to the lifeguard station, there were other days when you bought snacks for them. He figured out that you brought lunch on Fridays because your friend Mary had a shift that day, so you would bring something for her and her coworker.

So Warren applied and got in after passing the entrance exam and acing the physical. It wasn't too hard considering he used to do sports and much to the disapy of Lance, the head lifeguard, he made the force. He even had the dumb luck of working on the friday shift with your friend Mary. He was really nervous to talk to you and spend his first few shifts hiding away when you came to see your friend. But after a while Mary had had enough of his endless questions about you and introduced you both. He had nearly died when you said his hair looked pretty in the afternoon sun.

After that he tried to talk to you when he could. Making small conversation here and there and asking a million questions, but you didn’t mind. Answering every one and asking some of your own. After a few weeks he developed a friendship with you, though he wanted more. He had wanted more since the moment he had seen you if he was being honest.

He loved your beautiful (y/s/c) skin that soaked up the sun and the way your (y/h/c) shinned and blew in the wind. He loved listening to you talk about your latest book and even tried reading some of them so he could talk to you about them. Though he preferred to hear you talk about them instead.

But he was too much of a coward to voice his feelings so instead he hoped you would catch on, maybe take note of his flirting and longing looks for more. But it seemed you thought of him as just a friend. So he let the summer slip away, there were only a couple weeks left and still he was too nervous to confess. Wondering what would happen when summer ended.

Unknown to him you had developed quite a crush on the curly haired lifeguard. Even bringing him lunch when Mary wasn't there and slipping in little treats here and there. You walked down the beach, your wicker basket in hand, Warren saw you coming and leaned over the rail to the point where you thought he was going to fall over. His loose Hawaiian shirt fluttering around him, open exposing his suntanned chest to you. He whistled at you, making you laugh. “Hey, pretty thing.” He called out, as you got closer you could see him smirking at you from his perch.

“Hey you.”

He lowered his sunglasses giving you a coy wink. “What’s for lunch today?” He asked, reaching down to take the basket from your outstretched hands.

“Turkey club with a side of chips and a slice of cake for dessert.”

He licked his lips, rubbing a hand over his stomach. “You’re too good to me honey.”

You giggled, flushing at his pet name. “I know.” You both smiled at one another, so invested in your own little world you didn't even notice someone else was there until Spencer cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, breaking away from Warren who let out a groan at the loss of attention. “I’m sorry, I didn't see you there. I’m (y/n).”

“I’m Spencer.” He gave you a small wave and you returned it.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer.” You both exchanged polite smiles. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be visiting Warren for lunch. If I had I would have brought lunch for you too.”

Spencer opened his mouth to reply but Warren cut him off. “Don’t worry about him babe he was just leaving.”

“I wasn’t-”

Warren shot him a pointed look with a tight smile. “Just leaving.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I get it.” Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets and pushed past Warren to go down the steps to the beach.

“I’ll see you later man.” Warren called out to Spencer's retreating form.

“Whatever.” He replied.

“He seems nice.” You said, shielding the sun from your face with your hand as you watched Spencer walk away. “Kinda cute too.”

Warren scoffed “Not cuter than me I hope.”

You smiled, crinkling your face up at him. “Maybe.”

Warren held his hand up to his chest faking hurt, as if your words had physically wounded him. “You’ve wounded me babe.”

You just laughed. “Well anyway I better let you eat lunch, I’ll see you around Warren.” You moved to leave.

“Wait!” Warren’s voice made you turn back around. He cleared his throat, lowering his voice back to its normal level. “Would you maybe wanna eat lunch with me?”

“But I only packed lunch for you.”

“I’m not that hungry ,anyway, I had a big breakfast. Maybe we could split it.” He gave you a nervous smile.

You pursed your lips, pretending to think over his offer. Warren was watching your every movement, waiting for your answer. “Alright.”

Warren’s face split open in a wide smile, he helped you up the steps and made a big show of pulling out his only chair for you. As you turned away from him he quickly shoved his trash out of view, kicking discarded candy wrappers into the corner and covering them with a bucket. “Wow, you really do have the best seat in the house.” You mused, taking in the waves and the way the sun bounced off the water.

Warren leaned against the counter, his back to the ocean, his eyes trained on you alone. “I really do.”

Talking with Warren was alway made time fly. He was so passionate about his interests that you could listen to him talk for hours on end. And he could say the same, he loved watching the way you talked with your hands and the way you talked faster when you were excited about something. Lunch had been finished long ago and the sun was already starting to set on the horizon.

“I’ve noticed you’ve never gone swimming.” Warren blurted suddenly. His eyes widened when he realized his statement could come off as rude and he quickly tried to take it back.

“No it’s okay.” You laughed. “I just never learned how.” Warren started at you with his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“You never learned how to swim.” He asked, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

“I know I know.” You looked out at the ocean. “I always wanted to though.”

“Why don’t you let me teach you?” Warren proposed. “I’m a pretty good swimmer if I do say so myself.”

“Is that so?”

“I mean that’s what my lifeguard certification says.” He pointed at the hanging frame. A picture of warren hanging next to a sign that said certified lifeguard, and underneath in black sharpie, and an excellent swimmer.

You giggled. “Very impressive.”

“Seriously let’s go for a swim.”

“Aren’t you on duty Mr. Certified lifeguard?”

“Yeah but there no one here.” You looked out at the beach and Warren was right. The beach was basically empty, everybody leaving for home as soon as the sun had begun to set. “Come on, you know you want to.” Warren poked at your side playfully. “Come on, come on…” Warren poked you with every come on until you swatted his hand away with a laugh

“Alright fine!”

“Yes!” Warren took your hand and dragged you down the steps, tossing his Hawaiian shift over his shoulder to hand on the wooden handle of the lifeguard station. You both got to the edge of the water, the waves tickling your feet.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“You don’t need one.” Warren wiggled his eyebrows suggestively making you rolled your eyes and hit his chest. You blushed as you undressed, nervous at how he would perceive you. But when you turned to face him his eyes were wide with wonder taking all of you in. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, more to himself than to you.

You blushed, pulling him into the water. “Let’s swim already.” He laughed taking hold of your hand. He squeezed it as he felt you tense, the water now up to your waist. He tried to lead you further but you stopped, feet digging into the sand. He moved closer to you, putting your arms around his shoulders. “I got you.” You let him pull you further out, your feet leaving the ground as you both ventured deeper.

Warren tread through the water, his arms moving you both as you clinged onto him for dear life. Your eyes were squeezed shut, afraid that if you opened them you’d panic and struggle against his hold. Your legs were tangled with his, trying to imitate his movements. After a while you opened your eyes, Warren starring at you with a soft smile. You returned it, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, completely at peace in his arms,

“(Y/n)?” Warren asked, wetting his chapped lips. You hummed against his shoulder in response, encouraging him to continue. His heart was thumping in his chest but he knew if he didn’t say anything now he’d let the rest of the summer slip away. He took a deep breath,“I like you.” He blurted it out all at once, almost too jumbled for you to make out. But you heard it, head snapping up to meet his gaze. He watched your face for a reaction, but you just tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Warren’s eyes widened as his lips collided with yours, melting into your touch. Your lips still tasted like the chocolate cake from lunch, and it made the kiss that much sweeter.

When you pulled away you rested your forehead against his, breathing in his summery scent. “Does that mean you like me too?” Warren asked in an unsure voice.

“Of course I do you idiot.” You leaned your lead back to look at him clearly. “I’ve liked you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Ditto.”

You rolled your eyes. “How romantic of you Warren.”

“Come on.” Warren mused, his lips brushing yours. “You know you love it.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” You pulled him close again, your lips molding perfectly into his. Your fear of swimming melting away as you floated in the water with him, knowing that the rest of the summer would be spent like this. In his arms under the soft glow of the summer sun.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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I'm The Right One For You

Gif credit @spooky-cory.

Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you like it Thanks for the request.

"Rip, Rip, babe"? Snapping your fingers in front of Rips face. You were trying to talk to him about the kids but he seemed like he had something more interesting on his mind and in his sight.

"What"? Rip, huffed turning his head to look at you.

"Where are you right now? I'm talking about the kids and you're off in lala land".

"I have lots of shit on my mind. I cant be talking about the kids, right now". Rip grumbled and grabbed his beer off the table and walked out the door.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you watched the kids play with their uncles. You knew this job was hard on Rip but you thought it would be easier if you and the kids were there to help out. But it just seemed to make things worse for Rip and you.

"You okay"? Lloyd came over and sat down in Rips spot.

"Yeah. I'm good".

"You know, ever since you and Rip got together. I could tell when you lie. It wasnt very often but when you did, you always said "I'm good". Not your normal bubbly self. So what's up"?

"I think, Beth Dutton has finally sunk her claws into Rip. She has been awfully flirty with him and he just shrugged it off at first but now I think they have something going on".

"Why do you think that"?

"He's distance. He never comes home at a descent hour nowadays. We havent had a conversation longer that "get to work". I'm starting to worry. We havent had sex in months. We use to do it every night".

Lloyd couldnt hold in his laughter. "I'm very aware of that. We could hear you miles away. But dont think to much into it. He's just stressed and hes working to hard". Lloyd tried to reassure you but it didn't help.

"I know. But something is wrong and he wont talk to me". You sigh running your hand through your hair.

"You need some sleep. Why don't you take the kids and head to bed. We'll be quiet".

"Yeah. Thanks for the talk, Lloyd".

"Anytime, sugar". Lloyd sent you a wink as you grabbed up Carson, your 2 year old son and Neveah, your 3 year old daughter with Rip.

Carson was already asleep when you hit home, just a walk down the trial. Neveah was a little chatter box. Opening the door on the house, you got a not so suprising shock. Your suspicions were right. Quickly covering Neveahs eyes with your hand.

"You cheating fucking bastard". Your voice made Beth giggle and Rip freak when he saw you.

"Its not what it looks like". Rip tried to explain.

"Did you slip in shit and went dick first into Beth's pussy"? You asked sarcastically.

"Dont cuss in front of the kids".

"Oh so you can cheat on their mother in front of them. Because this right here will scar them for life before me saying dick and pussy will. You fucking asshole". You grabbed up Neveah and headed back to the bunkhouse.

You kicked the door open as Rip was behind you. Everyone got quiet as you came in.

"Did you all know"? You asked everyone staring at you.

"No". Lloyd looked at you then to Rip with a disappointing look.

"Can you watch them so I can cool off and figure out what to do? Because I'm not staying here". You handed Ryan Neveah and laid Carson down on the beside him.

"Yeah, no problem".

You started outside and grabbed a sledgehammer on your way out that leaned against the house.

"Y/N, what are you doing"? Kayce heard the ruckus and came running out of the main house. Rip didnt follow you. He was probably getting a ear full from Lloyd and the others. They seemed to care about you more than Rip did.

"Stay out of this Kayce". You growled, going up to Beth's car and smashing her back windshield.

"Oh fuck". Kayce exclaimed, his hands going to his hair.

You smashed in her side windows and then her windshield with ease. You were beyond pissed.

"No no no". Kayce went to waving his arms.

Then you went on to Rips truck, you climbed on to his hood and smashed his windshield.

"That's my truck". Kayce yelled his neck vein popping out as the moonlight hit him.

You looked in the truck, there wasn't two carseats for the kids. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand". You screamed back.

"What does no no no mean to you"? Kayce dramatically through up his arms.

"Sorry". You got down from the hood of the truck and walked over to Kayce, who was having a nervous breakdown over his windshield.

"Where's Rips truck"?

"At your house, I'm guessing. Damn it, Y/N. Why did you do that for"?

"I caught Beth fucking Rip in our house".

"Shit, I'm sorry. You can continue on her car if you want"? Kayce chuckled, he tried covering his crying as he went up to his truck. "I love this truck".

"I'll pay for the windshield. Well, Rip will".

"Yeah, okay". Kayce sniffled and turned around to you. "You wanna talk about it"?

"Nah. I'm okay. I saw it coming. It was just a matter of time. I just wish that Naveah hadn't seen it". You handed Kayce the sledgehammer.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. That sucks".

"Yeah, so I'm going to go get the kids and go home. Rip can fuck off. Sorry again about your windshield".

"You need help? Um carrying the kids"?

"Sure. Thanks". You slightly smiled and went to the bunkhouse. When you got in the kids were asleep. Rip was gone and the guys were quietly playing poker.

"Thanks for watching them. I appreciate it". You told Lloyd and the others as you scooped up Carson.

"Any time. We're sorry about you and Rip. We gave him a lashing. He's sorry".

"Yeah, well. Fuck him. Thanks again".

Kayce and you started walking down to your house. The lights were out so you knew Rip wasnt home.

"You sure you want to stay here? You know, after what happened"? Kayce asked walking up the stairs, Naveahs arms wrapped around his neck.

"Shit. I didnt think of that. We'll just avoid the couch. Just put the kids in their beds". You chuckle as you opened the door. You averted your eyes and headed to Carsons room. Laying him down gently and kissing his head, before stepping out. Kayce met you in the hall way.

"Before you go can you help me"?

"Sure. Anything".

"You want me to touch that"? Kayce gagged as you laughed. You wanted the couch out of the house.

"Just grab it and let's go".

"They were naked. Doing the nasty".

"I thought you were a country boy. Not afraid of anything. Not some wimp".

"You've seen Rip naked and shit. I havent. I dont want the mental picture and his DNA all over my hands".

"Quit whining. I didnt want to see your sister balls deep on my boyfriend but I did. You can handle a little Rip jizz". You say with a laugh as Kayce dropped his side on the ground quickly wiping his hands off on his jacket with a disgusting face.

"You alright there"?

"Peachy".

"You alright"? Kayce asked.

"Surprisingly well. I thought I couldn't live without Rip, but after catching him. I dont want anything to do with him. Every time I see his face my skin crawls". You say putting your end of the couch down and dusting off your hands.

"Want some coffee"? You asked Kayce.

"You want company"? He replied.

"Yeah, I wont be able to sleep so might as well stay up with you". You snicker as Kayce playfully nudged your arm.

"Gee, thanks. I'm so glad I can keep you company".

"Um, when did you know Beth was after Rip"? Kayce questioned when you set his cup down in front of him.

"Months ago. When we all went to the rodeo. I took the kids to the bathroom and when I came back she had her head and arm laying on him. He just shrugged her off when he saw me. So I knew something would happen or had already happened". You gulped down the steaming hot coffee in your mouth.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not my place to say it but you're better without him".

"What you mean"?

"I mean no disrespect but what does he exactly do for you and the kids? He's hardly ever home. I've never seen him take the kids riding or even play with them. The horse hands do more than he has since you been here. I just dont know what you saw in him". Kayce felt he was treading on thin ice when he said that.

"When I met him, he was drunk. He's funny when he's drunk. We started dating, had Neveah then Carson and everything after changed when we moved in with him. Like we're stepping on his toes or something. Now he doesn't talk to me. So I guess what I saw in him.... I'm not sure anymore".

"You're a single mom basically. Now you're a single woman. What are your plans"?

"I dont know. I guess I can move back to my old house. It hasn't sold yet. Put the kids in daycare and still work here. But then Rip wouldnt want that and I dont want to see Beth all over him. So I'll have to get another job".

"You're really going to leave"? Kayce acted crushed.

"There's nothing here for me".

"I'm here. The guys are here". Kayce licked his lips as he looked at your lips.

"They dont want a mother with two kids here, weighing them down. Especially you, you dont need that".

"What if I want that"? Kayce looked into your eyes.

"Kayce, stop".

"What? I know you feel this connection between us. It's been there". Kayce stepped closer to you. His hand reached for yours on the counter top.

"I just broke up with Rip. You really decided that this was the perfect time to confess your love for me". You nervous chuckle.

"There isn't a better time then now. I want you. I may not be the man Rip is but I'll take care of you and the kids. I'll treat them as my own. You can move in with me and smother me with your toys and love". Kayce grinned.

"They do have lots of toys". You say looking around the house.

"What about Rip and Beth"?

"They have each other. Why cant we be happy together"?

"I dont know, Kayce".

"We'll take it slow. How about this Saturday, we go on a date. The guys can watch the kids and we'll get to know each other. I'm funny without being drunk, I have other great things about me. Plus I'm cute and you can't say no to this face". Kayce pointed to his face with a smirk.

"Okay. I'll go on a date with you. I don't want to hurt the kids if they get attached and we dont make it".

"I understand. But I have a feeling we're going to make it. I even see a little Dutton in our future". Kayce pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Is this you being funny or have you lost your mind"? You laugh, putting your hands on his chest.

"I'm just sure that we'll be together. We're going to have a great future together". Kayce leans in and captures your lips with his.

This all took you by surprise. You didnt know Kayce felt this way about you. But deep down you felt in your heart that this all happened for a reason and Kayce was meant for you. You just took a detour, a bumpy road and went off a cliff but was rescued by a cowboy named Kayce Dutton imagine that.

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worminstuff · 3 years

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The Balcony of the Treehouse pt.7

sleepy bois x reader au

no warnings:)

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Brisk air sent shivers down Technos arm as he stood on the balcony. Hed been standing there since he got the text from Y/n she was on her way back. His fingers were tapping the railing of the balcony impatiently.

Hes been patient, and hes hated every moment of it.

While she was gone, he paced for a while thinking of her. The he sat down staring at the ceiling, thinking of her, and then he paced some more, and thought some more. He did nothing really.

The whole five ish hours.

Five.

The entire five hours he was hyper analyzing every moment Y/n and wilbur had been together around him trying to think if she liked him or not.

He couldnt figure it out, because of his horrid memory but he definitely tried.

He wasnt sure how hed act if he had to see her with him. All the time. He didnt want her to be with him.

Techno was well aware he liked to ignore his feelings, especially when it involved the possibility of hurting his relationship with Y/n. But there was absolutely no way hed be able to stomach the idea of Y/n being with Wilbur in that way.

His stomach felt heavy as he heard Wilbur’s car pull into the driveway, and he anxiously waited to see Y/n make her way to the backyard.

Once he could see her, he smiled softly as she grinned up at him. He went back into the treehouse as she was making her way up.

“Techno!” Y/n burst into the room excitedly, quickly hugging Techno.

“Hey.” he gave a soft chuckle, returning the hug. “How was it? Did you have fun? Were they nice?” he questioned.

“It was so so so much fun!” Y/n pulled back to grin up at him.

“It was?” Techno was trying to sound happy that she had fun but he wasn't. He was hoping it was bad or awkward so she wouldn’t go again. Which now that he thought of it is really selfish..

She stared at him a moment, confused at why he sounded disappointed.

“Yeah..why do you look sad?” her head tilted in question.

He stared down at her, his gaze was soft but his frown was prominent. He traced her features with his eyes before he slowly pulled her to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. His cheek was pressed against the top of her head.

Y/n slowly wrapped her arms around his middle, “Techno-”

“Shh just...Just shut up.” he murmured.

They stayed this way for a little while. The cold dewy night air clinging to their clothes and hair. Techno didn't want to ask her what she did or if they were nice, he didn't want to know any more about all the fun she had with wilbur.

“Can we go sit down?” Techno murmured into her hair.

Y/n pulled away from his chest to look up at him, she gave him a nod.

Reluctantly he let go of her and let her pull him into the treehouse to sit on the floor with him. He watched her sit then gesture to the spot in front of her. He pouted more, wanting to sit closer than that. Y/n noticed his expression and her shoulders fell, she sighed and opened her arms to him.

Techno slowly got to the floor and curled up in front of her with his head on her leg.

“I kinda missed you..” his tone was soft and he sounded almost hurt.

“Really?...” her hand was brushing his hair away from his forehead.

He waited a moment before he replied, “I was worried.”

“Why?” her hand was soft against his hair, he could tell she was trying to be extra gentle.

“Well you.. I didn't know what you were doing and…” he stumbled over his words. Techno hated vulnerability. He couldn't stand feeling weak.

He wasn’t one to talk of his feelings often, even with Y/n. He just wasnt good at it and he never felt the need to.

“And?” she murmured.

“I dunno…” he tried to shrug off the hint of a lie hidden in his tone. He avoided her gaze, he could tell he was worrying her and he hated to ruin her happy mood.

“Why are you so upset..” she wasn’t trying to pry or push him but she wanted to know why he was so upset.

Techno sat up straight to look at her. His eyes were soft but brave as if he were mentally trying to work himself up to say something.

“You were with Wilbur.” he had a childlike pout on his face.

“And?” she poked his leg and he grabbed her finger, holding it.

“Alone with Wilbur.” he stared at her hand, messing with a ring she was wearing on her pointer finger.

“I'm still not getting the point here..” Y/n kept her eyes on his even though he wasn't looking at her.

“Y/n..” he finally looked up at her. He was ashamed. He didn’t want to say it.

“Techno.”

“Please dont make me say it..” he was wincing slightly, holding her hand fully now.

“Say what Techno?” she slid her thumb over the back of his hand.

“I love you.” it was rushed and he instantly regretted it.

“I love you too but- whats that got to do with anything?” she tilted her head as Techno sighed and looked towards their hands again.

“I-.. nevermind.” of course she just thought he was saying it in a friend way! They do it all the time. He felt like an idiot.

“No id like to talk about this please.” she squeezed his hand.

“I just..Y/n..I love you more..Than just in a friend way.” his eyes were back on her, but he was looking at her brows, her nose, her cheeks. Anywhere but her eyes.

“Oh…” she said softly.

“Oh?..” he raised his brows.

“My statement still stands. I love you too.” she pulled apart their hands, moving his fingers around with hers. His heart swelled and he grinned. She barely said anything and his whole mood was flipped.

“Like?...” he leaned forward a bit, teasingly almost. Hearing her say it filled his ego and gave him some confidence. He wanted all of her praise and compliments.

“Yes Techno. Gosh you're dense.” she scoffed.

“How am I dense?!” he exclaimed, Him? Dense?

“Techno I..you..we kissed? And you- I-” she stuttered, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Oh right..” his soft smile was causing a similar one on Y/ns face as he stared at her for a moment.

“Yeah! Right!” she scoffed, a small airy laugh following.

Techno shook his head looking down, then back at her.

He felt happy and calm, but still nervous. There was a whole new air around them. Completely different. It was still comfortable and homey, but it was different.

“I know I’ve asked you this before..but I want to ask again.” he pulled her a tad closer.

She gave a soft nod as a response.

“Actually, come with me.” Techno stood, an arm extended down to her. She took his hand allowing him to pull her up. She was going to let go of her hand but he held hers tightly.

He pulled her out of the little door of the treehouse, and onto the balcony.

He pulled her to face him, only inches in front of him.

Y/n looked up, the clear sky full of stars above them.

Techno put his pointer and thumb on her chin, pulling it down to look at him.

“Hi.” she said softly, a nervous look in her eyes.

“Hi y/n..” he smiled softly, his heart melted at her mooney eyes.

“So you have a question?..” her small hand made its way to his forearm as his hand slid to her cheek. Not to pull his arm away, to hold it closer actually.

“I do..” he sighed softly before continuing, “You said you were before, but this time I really mean it when I ask,” he paused as he stared at her rosy cheeks under the moonlight.

“Are you mine?” his tone was soft but his words struck her deeply.

Her face felt warm and her brain felt almost fuzzy, his face was so close to hers.

She gave a small nod before she lunged forward a bit, taking him off guard as she pressed her lips to his.

His free arm wrapped around her middle as he hugged her to him.

There were no cliche sparks, but the kiss was somehow soft and sweet. He was surprised shed kissed him, but he wasnt complaining.

There was nothing steamy about the kiss, they simply held eachother, and they were gentle.

Techno was the first to pull away, his thumb brushing her strawberry tinted cheek softly.

He could faintly see the reflection of the stars in her eyes as she looked up at him, neither smiled nor laughed. But they didnt need to. They didnt need to express largely how ecstatic they both were to have expressed their shared feelings, they already knew.

Techno could tell by the slight jitter in her hands, and the way she was patiently waiting for him to say something first before she exploded or something. He was sure she was going to talk his ear off about it soon enough.

He just wanted to stare at her a little longer.

He felt so whole in that moment. He didn’t want or need anything else.

Just her, him, and the balcony of the treehouse.

#a small ending #but not the end #sleepy bois x reader au #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois #sleepy bois au #philza #technoblade #techno fanfic #techno x reader #technoblade fanfic #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot #wilbursootfluff #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

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Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin🧍🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half. He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath.

“Thank you, babygirl.”

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets.

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water.

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show.

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?”

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification.

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well.

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market.

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer.

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry.

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

Respectfully,

Kwon Soonyoung, L&L FILMS CEO’

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negandarylsatisfaction · 3 years

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[SUMMARY: PRE APOCALYPSE. Negan is your Sex Ed professor.]

Smut

Negan and Brielle.

Health class was your absolute favorite and only you and your bestfriend Jane knew why. You had the biggest crush on your professor. He was tall, handsome,charming and although he was a teacher he had a rebel look to him that you liked. Being over 18 and attracted to your professor you liked to have innocent fun with it. Everyday you would come in with flirty outfits, either show some legs or cleavage. Jane told you one day while you were up in front of the class giving a speech that she caught him leaning back on his chair looking at your ass. Never had you actually caught him yourself but it did excite you.

Today you came into class in a lavender v neck and tight jeans. He waited by the door as each of you entered, giving you a quick wink as you passed him with Jane.

"Morning Brielle."

"Good Morning, Professor Negan." You smiled as your friend nudged you before you got to your seats. With your pen between your lips you couldnt take your eyes off Negan as he spoke. He wore dark jeans and a black button shirt unbuttoned at the top showing a light patch of his chest hair. Distracted with your day dreams of your professor you werent paying attention to anything he said and got caught off guard when he called on you.

"Brielle, what is the scientific explanation of what causes men to wake up with an erection?" You blanked out, not having any answer to what he asked as well as being stunned by the question.

"Um...I-" you froze, the whole class staring at you as if you were stupid.

"I'll see you after class, Brielle." You sunk in your seat in embarrassment as you heard a few laughs come from students around you. Waiting for him to dismiss the class you sighed knowing you made yourself look like a fool today. Jane gave you a pity look as everyone left the class and you walked up to your professor's desk.

"You asked me to stay Professor Negan?"

"Brielle," he grinned as he leaned back on his chair.

"You look like you were having some trouble with today's lesson, theres an exam next week on all we've talked about this week. I want to be sure you're ok."

"Oh um-yes...I don't know what happened today. I was caught off guard I guess." He chuckled as he scratched his beard.

"I figured that, I would think you know what makes a man wake up with morning wood." His words caught you off guard making you raise a brow to him. Having a conversation with a man so attractive of this topic was intimidating.

"I'm sure your boyfriend has told you about it."

"Um..I don't have a boyfriend." You laughed nervously as he leaned forward in his chair putting his hands together with an intrigued look.

"Well that's hard to believe."

"Why would that be hard to believe?" You asked confused not exactly catching his point. He laughed thinking your naive response was cute.

"Well excuse my french Brielle but shit, you're a damn attractive fucking woman. I dont know how one of these men in my class havent made you theirs yet." You let out a shocking nervous giggle quickly covering your lips. The sound made him chuckle, he knew he made you nervous. You couldnt believe what he was actually saying, you couldnt wait to tell Jane.

"Well-" he cleared his throat as he stood up, the man so much taller than you, you looked up at him.

"Sit down, let's go over today's lesson." He motioned to his chair as you quietly moved past him and sat down. He leaned over you turning the pages in his book, you couldnt stop staring at his beard, his lips, his neck...the smell of his cologne so close to you. He began to speak and once again you blanked out just staring at him, how could a man be this good looking?

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Brielle?" He asked looking over at you making you quickly nod.

"See, when a man gets excited-" he leaned in closer to you, the sound of his voice very close to your ear.

"It sends messages that causes a blood flow which causes an erection to occur."

"So when a man is sleeping and gets aroused it's cause hes dreaming of something that made him excited?" You asked innocently.

"Sometimes." Negan responded.

"It can be a natural thing that occurs because the man is so relaxed or sometimes it can be a dream. It happens very often to every man. Especially when a man has an attractive woman on his mind.” The tone in his voice made your skin hot. Obviously you knew everything he was explaining and he was sure you did too, you could tell. Without looking at him you could feel his face close to yours. Leaning over your shoulder Negan could see a perfect view of your cleavage. He could tell you were nervous, your chest rising up with each deep breath. Suddenly you turned to him and caught him looking down your shirt. Negan quickly looked up, a smirk as if he knew he had been caught appeared on his face. “That necklace...is nice.” Negan used it as an excuse to look back down at your breasts. Your heart began to beat faster, you knew what he was doing. Without expecting it he gently picked up your silver necklace, his fingers gently brushing over your cleavage. “Oh yeah....that’s very nice.” He whispered seductively as he slid his thumb over the charm. He looked up and locked eyes with yours, you could see the attraction in his eyes. Your nerves making you lick you lips before being interrupted by a knock on the door. Negan quickly let go of your necklace, the two of you jumped to see another professor standing by the door.

“Sorry to bother, I had some paper work to give you. Until what time will you be here?” The man asked Negan as he quickly stood up straight. Nervously you picked up your books and grabbed your bag.

“I gotta get going-I’ll see you tomorrow, Professor Negan. Thanks for the....extra tutoring.” You sounded confused not being sure what to call it. Before he could respond you quickly left walking past the other professor at the door. Your nerves getting the best of you, you ran...you felt like an idiot. You knew you weren’t just imagining things, your professor was actually checking you out and throwing indirect comments. Quickly you called Jane and told her everything that happened.

“Why the hell did you leave? Maybe he was going to make a move.” She laughed making you sigh.

“I don’t know...I just got nervous. He’s so attractive and he was so close. I don’t know, maybe it was just me anyways.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”

The next day you decided to where a more appealing outfit. Perfect for the weather with the sun coming out you put a soft blue spring dress. As soon as you walked in you noticed Negans eyes quickly look you up and down before greeting you with a smile. Jane once again nudged you as he was making it more obvious that he checked you out. The two of you sat down as Negan announced he would be returning everyone’s exams from the week before. As you received your paper you gasped at the big red F circled on the paper with a side note that read to meet him after class.

“There you go, another excuse to see him....alone.” Jane teased you as you shook your head.

“Seriously I need this credit. I’m screwed if I fail this class.” You responded as you were genuinely concerned with your grades, you couldn’t afford to fail this class.

As the class went on Negan had you all take a quick quiz. He stood in front of class watching everyone quietly working on their paper when he realized you quickly finished. Not taking his eyes off you, he watched as you stood up and walked over to him.

“I finished, I think it’s all good?” You whispered standing beside him as you handed him the paper. He looked down at the paper as you innocently leaned over beside him looking on at your work. Negan felt you press your chest against his arm, not being able to help himself he took a peek with the corner of his eye before clearing his throat.

“Well is it good?” You looked up at him making him turn to you, but all he could see was the curve of your breast’s spilling out of your dress.

“Very good.” He whispered making you smile before you walked back to your seat. You had no idea how aroused you had just made him, he sat behind the desk to hide any evidence of it.

Waiting for the class to be over and for everyone to leave you quickly marched up to the desk with your graded exam in hand.

“Professor, I need to find a way to fix this. I really can’t fail this class. Is there a way I can make this up?” Negan sat writing something on a paper before he slowly stood up and walked towards the door and closed it shut.

He walked back to you looking down at you mysteriously before he finally spoke.

“You’re a smart girl, Brielle. Were you paying attention in class today?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Alright then tell me, what was today’s topic?”

You felt your cheeks turn red at the thought of mentioning it alone with him.

“The female orgasm.” You responded making him smile.

“Exactly.”

“Well...I know about all of that already.”

“Do you?” He raised a brow as he moved closer to you.

“Brielle, you ever had a boyfriend?”

“Yes. One.” You responded with a puzzled expression.

“Did he know how to....get you going?” As attractive as you found Negan you got nervous at the direction of the conversation.

“Maybe this shouldn’t be spoken about, Professor.” You responded hesitantly, you were honestly afraid of someone over hearing the conversation.

“Who’s gonna tell?” He winked at you making your heart jump, you couldn’t deny it the rush of speaking about certain things with him did make you excited.

“Now, did this boyfriend of yours get the job done?”

Your slow response made him smirk, he could tell you weren’t too experienced. Truth was you only had sex with that one boyfriend you had but, you didn’t remember much of the experience. You hadn’t reached orgasm with him.

“This is why a woman should test the waters out on herself first so she knows what makes her body reach climax.” You looked away making Negan tilt his head as if he had just realized something with your response.

“Oh. Say it ain’t so.” He responded with raised brows making you look up at him confused.

“What?” Negan chuckled before he took another step closer to you.

“You’ve never felt an orgasm at all before, have you?” Your lips parted at his upfront shocking question.

“I mean-“

“Well that’s interesting.” Negan stared down at you for a moment, his tongue slowly gliding over his bottom lip.

“Do you wanna know what it feels like?”

“Um, Professor I..um I don’t know how to answer that.” You laughed nervously. You could feel the tingly sensation between your legs at the excitement of what he asked you. The look in his eyes as he looked down at your soft pink plump lips.

“You’re gorgeous, Brielle....you know that?”Your eyes lit up, his voice deep and rough. Negan had always thought you were beautiful from the first moment you walked into his class. Never had he been so attracted to a student of his, he knew it wasn’t right but he couldn’t help himself. Negan could see through your innocence, he could tell you were attracted to him too, your innocence only aroused him more.

“A gorgeous woman like you should know what it feels like to cry out in pleasure.” His words left you speechless, how you could you respond to this?

“You should know what that feeling is, Brielle.”

“How..?” You whispered as you suddenly felt his fingers lightly brush over your thigh as he looked into your eyes. He could see the shock look in your eyes from his soft touch.

“I can show you better than I can tell you.” His finger very slowly brushed over the side of your thigh before reaching the sensitive inner side.

You could see it in his face, how badly he wanted to take you in that moment. Negan looked behind him to the door before he turned to you with a smirk, you already knew what was on his mind.

“You...you want to show me?” You whispered in a shaky breath.

“I’m just giving you a private lesson, sweetheart. No one has to know.” He suddenly picked you up and sat you on his desk making you gasp.

“Professor-“

“Shh..” You felt his fingers press against your panties softy before he began to move them slowly teasing your clit. He pushed your dress up higher as you leaned back on your hands on the desk. Your pink lace panties in full view as he pushed them to the side. You remained still watching as he touched you.

“Oh that’s a pretty pussy.” He slid down your slit with his thumb, before spreading you open and teasing you some more.

“See I’m gonna start off slow with you, doll.” He whispered as you looked at him still in shock with what he started doing. He noticed you softly biting down on your bottom lip, he knew he was staring to make you feel good. You closed your eyes and began to grind your hips slowly as the feeling got better and better.

“That’s it...” Negan unexpectedly stuck his finger inside you making your hips jump before he moved slowly in and out. You moaned softly as he fingered you, pulling his finger out wetter each time.

“Well look at that, looks like you’re ready for me, but I’m not done yet.” Negan this time went back in with two fingers while playing with your clit with his other hand. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation he was making you feel. Never had a man taken his time with you like this making sure you were feeling pleasure. Both of his hands began to move faster as you moaned, doing your best not to do so loudly. He knew you were on the verge of having your first orgasm.

“Oh my god...” you began to pant as he watched you intensely before changing the positioning of his fingers inside you making him hit your g spot. You screamed feeling something you had never felt before wanting to explode within you.

“Professor...professor-“ you gasped helplessly as the pleasure was so intense it almost frightened you.

“Cum for me, Brielle. Relax and let it go.” He whispered hoarsely when your legs tensed up and suddenly began to shake. Negan smiled as you threw your head back and moaned loudly completely forgetting you were in a classroom.

“Atta girl..keep cumming..” he whispered as you panted, whimpering as he slowed down.

Negan pulled his fingers out and sucked the juices off as you sat there with trembling legs.

“Oh look at you.” He chuckled with a smirk, he could tell you had never felt the feeling before. It turned him on knowing he was the first man to make you feel that. Your legs open facing him, you looked down at his crotch area and noticed the very obvious bulge.

“Now look what you did.” Negan chuckled as he quickly unbuckled his pants and revealed his thick cock. You couldn’t believe what was happening but you didn’t want to stop it. He sat back on the chair and looked at you with an excited smile.

“Come get on your professors lap, let’s get you that A.” You bit down on your bottom lip and smiled before doing as he asked. Your back facing him Negan pushed your dress up as you adjusted yourself leaning back on him, you slowly lowered yourself letting his cock enter you. You gasped leaning your hand on his arm not expecting him to have felt so big inside you. You jumped back up before he took hold of your hips and easily guided you down.

“Easy...like that, sweetheart.” Negan grunted at the first feel of him fully inside you. You began to slowly move up and down on him as he held your dress up, he was bigger than your ex and you hesitated with moving fast. Negan squeezed your hips trying to bring you down harder, he wanted more but he could tell you were afraid. He wanted to take over.

“Don’t be afraid, doll.” You began to move harder on him making him moan. He sounded sexier than you ever imagined he would.

“Turn around.” Negan spoke roughly. You did as he asked and straddled him and felt him slide in easily, face to face with him you couldn’t believe you were having sex in a classroom with your professor.

“Someone can come in..” you whispered as he adjusted himself beneath you.

“Don’t worry about that.” Negan slouched in the chair and began to pump upward into you making you gasp. He moved how he wanted to knowing it would make you feel good. You moaned holding onto him as he quickly pulled the top part of your dress down, revealing your breasts.

“Holy shit-“ he whispered looking straight at them, they were much bigger than he expected them to be and he loved it. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, your breasts close to his face as he began to thrust upward vigorously. He panted roughly as you moaned.

“Oh my god- wait!” You screamed as you held onto him.

“No, take it” he bit down on his lip as he began to feel you pulsate around him. Negan stood up carrying you with him and sat you down on his desk. Moving full force he knocked down his cup of pens on the table as he watched your expression while you orgasmed with him in you.

“Yeah...good girl.” He whispered as you moaned. He looked down and noticed his cock drenched in your cum. The look in your eyes he hadn’t seen in a woman in long time, then again he hadn’t been with a woman so inexperienced since he was younger. The thought of him showing you how good this felt pleased him. Negan pulled out and came right on top of your pussy. You watched as intensity filled his eyes as cum shot out of him onto you. He jerked himself off letting out every drop. The sight of you innocently laying back on his desk, legs spread and his cum all over you was one he never thought he would actually see.

“Jesus fucking Christ..” he whispered looking down at you before quickly turning away. He couldn’t believe temptation took over him, never had he slept with one of his students. Still out of breath, you both cleaned yourselves up as Negan turned back to you.

“Professor?”

“This...” he pointed towards you and him slightly getting distracted as you fixed your breasts in your dress.

“This stays between us, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Professor.” You agreed before he got closer to you, still out of breath.

“Think of me tonight when you touch yourself.” Your eyes widened at his assumption, but he knew with how good he made you feel today that you would want to discover how to make yourself feel that way.

“Oh I know exactly what you’re going to do.” He chuckled at your shocked expression looking down at you.

“Now think of me. There’s so many more things I could do to you. I know I’m suppose to keep my hands to myself, darling but I don’t think I can.” His voice deepened more than it already was as he spoke.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” You responded softly when suddenly your phone rang. Negan looked over at your phone and saw Janes name on it before raising a brow to you.

“No one.” He warned and truth be told you didn’t want to tell Jane, you didn’t want to tell anyone of your dirty little secret.

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