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strayflowersstarsandlove · 4 months

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Unconditionally (hanjisung)

You climb out of your car with a flounder, the taxing 8 long hours of work catching up unto your body as you shakily put on foot in front of the other, little pieces of confetti and cookie crumbs suddenly falling to the ground like little reminders of what working with small children does to you: it leaves you in shambles, very colorful, sticky and happy shambles.

You loved working at a daycare, little hands reaching for you, brightly colored paint smudged fingerprints all over your clothes, the tiny tug at your jeans whenever a baby wanted to be picked up from the floor. The piercing headaches from all the crying and screaming. Yeah that was the best part for sure.

You ease the key in the door lock and step inside, immediately dropping your bag to the ground and shrugging your jacket off your shoulders as you walk over into the living room where you stop abruptly: all curled up on the couch, lips parted slightly in the cutest pout, messy dark hair all fluffy and rumpled, Jisung was sleeping peacefully, looking just like one of the babies you cared for today. Just a bit larger. But not even that much.

You quietly chastise yourself for leaving your bag in the hallway, for your phone would have come in so much handy right now, you have this urge to snap a pic of your cute boyfriend right now, it's almost too compelling. You grunt, completely giving into your silliest desire, and quietly walk back and fish your hands inside the mess that is your bag, pulling out the expected wallet and car keys and gums that have their usual home in there along with the odd business card you had no idea how it ended in there or the fuchsia pink lighter that you also have no idea why it's in there considering you don't smoke and none of your friends and loved ones do either.

At last, the cracked screen of your white iPhone pops out of the loose pocket that definitely needs to patch up, you open your camera and walk back into the living room and immediately snap a few pictures. Few pictures as in you circle around the couch to take photos from every possible angle and end up filling your camera roll with no less than 12 new additions.

Once you're satisfied with your photos you start to scroll through them, trying to pick one to set as your new home screen cause how could you not? You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sound of your own giggling and that's when you see Jisung stirring in his spot, slowly blinking himself awake, looking like the sweetest most adorable creature you've ever seen: "hi sweetheart", you coo, your baby voice kicking in instantly as if you were still at the day care talking to actual babies and not your full grown adult of a boyfriend.

Jisung mumbles something incoherent, he rubs his lips together and sighs softly as he pouts again, his big brown eyes reduced to two little drowsy, shiny slits that cross a little as he still blinks so so slowly, the fluffy hair and chubby, rosy cheeks making him look ever so tiny and cute you want to cradle him and give him the biggest smooch.

"Hi", he greets you in his low, raspy, sleep ridden voice that contrasts strikingly with how tiny and vulnerable he looks at the moment, he spreads his legs and his arms out, silently inviting you to him and you waste no time, you trot to him happily, all the exhaustion from the day evaporating with your every step as your crawl over and lay right on top of him, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck as his arms lace around you the minute you're touching him.

Now, is Jisung still sleepy as fuck and not fully able to form coherent thoughts yet? Yes. Is your body weight crushing down deliciously on him as his uncomfortable butt is stuck awkwardly on the seam in between the couch cushions? Also, yes. Is the waistband of his boxer becoming increasingly tighter with you inadvertently pressing down on him to the point where he is now getting a little too hard too fast? Absolutely. Will he do anything about it and make you move? Not in a million years. The man will literally die before he asks you to remove yourself from him.

"How was your day? You smell nice, you smell like flour and sugar", he asks quietly in your hair, placing fluttery kisses along your crown and your forehead, and you chuckle, squeezing him tighter in your embrace, positioning yourself with your ear over his steady heartbeat, "t'was good. Tiring but good. We made cookies today. I would have saved you some but when some of the dads came over to pick up their kids they polished the plates clean. Left no crumbs at all", you explain placidly, your body becoming progressively more pliable and warm as you sink into Jisung's chest and the familiar feel of his hands carding through your hair, his arms keeping a gentle but firm hold on you, his soft, buttery lips tracing invisible marks on your skin as he slowly makes his way down on your temples and your eyelids.

It feels so good. Too good, almost. To be held like that, to be cuddled so gently, it's like he slowly pouring himself out for you, emptying his honey filled heart for you so you can swim in his sweetness. "Did you have a long day? You were napping so well when I came in" you asks after a little while, propping yourself up just a little, resting your chin on top of your crossed arms displayed on his chest, poring into his pretty eyes as they become more and more awake and alert.

"Worked on a few new tracks, had two zoom meetings with the company, went back to the tracks, started writing another one, helped Changing hyung out of a writing rut, went and got groceries for Seungminnie and dropped them at his place, also retrieved new strings for his guitar since he's coming down with a bad cold and didn't feel like doing his own errands. I also briefly went shopping with Hyunjin hyung cause Jeongin dropped his ass last minute... ", he says quietly, trailing off in the end when he notices you're looking at him funny: " what? What did I say? ", he chuckles and you cup his smooth cheeks and brush them with your thumbs," you are so sweet Hannie. You cared for everyone but yourself today. Even now, I'm pretty sure you're cramping down there, and you still haven't told me to move".

Jisung shifts ever so slightly while still holding you in place, not letting you move a single inch out of his grasp as he grins at you, he loves how observant you are, loves how you pick up on every little thing about him, like how you sensed he was tired and had had a long day, how he still prioritized you being comfortable in his arms over anything else.

"No big deal. They're my brothers. And you're my baby, and my baby comes first", he declares, leaning in to kiss you slightly, "you always come first", he winks at you suggestively and you burst into giggles, burying your face in his chest abashedly as he laughs too at his own pun. Giggles rake through your bodies for a little while, the both of you so tired you end up in a chain reaction that makes you both laugh spontaneously just by looking at each other faces, and the lightness, the brightness of your laughs reverberates through your chests and you feel so happy. So in love.

It dawns on you then, settles in so stealthily yet so blatantly: you love this man unconditionally. You love this man so much you want to fill the rest of your life up with his laughter and his kisses and his colors. You want to make a life with him, in every sense.

"Jisung... I want a baby". It tumbles out of your lips so fast, so abruptly you don't even realise you said that until you see the shocked reflection of yourself into your boyfriend's eyes that seem to be just a second away from popping out of their sockets: "you... You want a baby? With me?", he speaks in tiny, his voice so high pitched, slightly quivering from the immense shock.

"Yeah... not-not right now. I mean... Sometimes in the near future? I don't know. I just know I want a a baby with you. I love you. I love you so much it's ridiculous. I think you are such a sweet, caring person, you are so sensitive and selfless. You love so intensely yet so softly all at once and you have this way of bringing everyone up when they need that the most even if it comes at your own expense, you spread so much lightness and joy and-and.. ", you bite down your lip out of nervousness, stumbling on your words as you feel your heart slowly but surely cracking up in your chest from all the emotion you're pouring out right now.

Jisung cups your cheeks, grinning so incredolously as he listens intently to every word you're saying, "and... I could probably spend the next three hours listing all the reasons why I love you and why I think you'd be a great father but point is: this is me telling you I'd love to start a family with you. Out of pure love. Some day. Whenever you're ready".

Jisungs snaps out of his trance like stare once you're done rambling and immediately crashes his lips to yours, kissing you like his whole life depends on it. Now he's fully awake and excited like you've never seen him before, "I love you. I love you I love you! You want a baby with me?!!", he keeps repeating in between kisses, his voice going squeakier and squeakier, as his hands squish your cheeks in the flurry of emotions currently pervading him, "oh my god you want a baby with me, you want my baby! My baby wants my baby!", he shouts excitedly and at this point you are laughing so much you're crying tears of joy.

"I'll give you all the babies. Give it a couple more years and I'll give you so many babies, so many babies we won't know where to fit them in hour home", he states, peppering your face with so many kisses you could pass out, even blowing raspberries on your neck and your collarbones, making you giggles so much your stomach hurts.

You both settle down after a little while, both of your heartbeats still running wildly in your chest as you can clearly tell by the fast beating underneath your palms when you rest your hands back down over your boyfriend's chest: Jisung looks so out of it right now. In the best way possible.

He holds you to his chest, breathing heavily, looking out into the nothingness and he mindlessly grins and kisses the top of your head, "you know... When I came home today i took these", you mumble, slowly reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone and show him the pics you snapped earlier, "I kept looking at you and thinking back about the children at my work and it didn't hit me then but the moment your held me like that and talked about your day and how caring you had been with the guys it just clicked. Like an epiphany. I look at those tiny babies and see how their dads interact with them everyday and I feel like I stored so many heartwarming moments inside my memories they all started to mesh into one another, like this sort of warm wave, sweeping me under, I just started thinking of you every time they resurface. I don't know if that makes sense".

Jisung tucks the hair behind your ears and looks at the photos first and then back at the happy look painted all over your face, his eyes a little shiny with withheld tears, "it makes perfect sense to me. You make perfect sense to me, I don't think I've ever told you but I've always wanted to come to work with you for a day. Sometimes I just picture you picking up a crying baby and gently patting their head and cradling them close to you and them calming down immediately, a bit like what you do with me when I get my monthly anxiety breakdowns".

He smiles fondly before continuing, his eyes getting lost and distant as he speaks, "and then I picture myself just laying down on the floor of their little playground and just letting them crawl all over me and play with my hair and holding them and giving them so many cuddles", he trails off quietly, his eyes beaming back down at you, "I want that with you. I always did. You have a way of nurturing those around you that is just so rare. Those kids are so lucky, I'm so lucky. I can't wait for you to be a mom, I can't wait to have a baby with you".

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 months

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blood & chocolate

chapter twenty-seven: apple of sodom

After I had locked the door, I led Alex into the safety of my bedroom, and all the while, there was a small part of me that was totally kicking myself that we didn’t bring in anything to eat in there given I had a hunch that we would be in there a while. The very second I had shut the door, the room filled up with the smell of sex and everything we wanted right then. He took his spot there on my bed with his legs spread wide open for me, and he lounged back on the bed with his left foot hoisted up on the foot of the bed.

An absolute prince.

I nibbled on my bottom lip at the sight of him there before me, and I took my seat at the edge of the bed, down by his feet. Alex then lifted himself into an upright position with his back to the wall: he looked so full and shapely in the middle of his body that I thought of snuggling up next to him and putting my arms around his waist just to feel him there. He then gestured for me to come on closer to him.

We were laying on my bed after all.

He lay his hands on either side of his body, and as a result, I brought my gaze upon his hips and thighs. May he always be toned there. May he always have such strong legs even as his belly remains as soft and silken as a little pillow.

I inched closer to him there on the head of the bed: I kept my back to the wall, and I pushed myself in closer to him. He rolled over a bit so he could face me straight on there in the bed, and I put my arms around his waist. He showed me a smile at the sensation, and he licked his lips and treated me to holding me in the same fashion. His body was warm and tender, and I only wanted to stay with him all night long. I wanted to stay with him all night long and then take him back to his parents’ house while I cradled him in my arms.

“Would you like the blanket?” I asked him in a near whisper.

“Maybe when it starts getting dark,” he replied with a clearing of his throat. “And Dave hasn’t left yet.”

“What about your parents, though?”

“They could use the break,” he vowed to me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“I have known you since you were a kid,” I told him. “A young boy who still needed his parents’ permission just to come and play with us.” I chuckled at the thought.

“And I remember you and Steve being these older kids who just wanted me to join you,” he whispered. “And my parents always had no idea as to how to react to you guys.”

“Knock on the screen door… ‘hello? Is Alex home?’”

He chuckled at that, and then his expression turned serious right then, and more so when I ran my hand down the small of his back onto the back of his thigh. I flexed my fingers, and he shifted his weight from the feeling that I gave unto him.

“I really, really hope Dave doesn’t kill us,” he confessed.

“He won’t,” I vowed to him. “I can tell you right away that he won’t, Alex. But he is pissed, though. And I’m glad we locked the door, too.”

“What’s he even pissed off about, anyway? I mean, I know you explained it to me, but I still wonder as to why he’s so angry with us.”

“I don’t know if I can fully explain it all the way.”

“We’ve got time, though,” he pointed out.

I sighed through my nose.

“Well, Elle explained everything to him and he mentioned that… he’s doing the thing that we’re doing to each other but with John, though.”

“With John?”

“Yeah. I just think of what he was doing with us, too.”

He gaped at me for a second, and then he let go of me and rolled over onto his back.

“Yeah,” I said to him. “Yeah, I know.”

“Oh, god,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah. The two of us fooling around back at the studio in front of that video camera.”

“God, not going to lie, I had a feeling that things were a bit off there and now I know as to why they were so off.” He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. I pursed my lips as I strove to find the right words at that moment. I needn’t let things get too out of hand lest we spoil the mood between the two of us there in the safety of my bed, away from the fact that Dave was coming for us.

“Yeah,” I repeated. “You know he showed his video tape of us to Dave, too. Even though we were just fooling around, you know he’s going to take that shit seriously.”

Alex clasped his hands to his face and his skin turned bright pink with embarrassment.

“We can’t be out in public with these things,” I whispered, slightly crestfallen, and I could feel my heart sinking at that. I loved what he and I had here, and I didn’t want to lose this feeling, either. I wanted this feeling forever the more that I thought about it. To have this feeling forever with my brother, my partner in crime, and one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

“God, I wish Lou were here—he’s a drummer and he’d talk Dave down from the Empire State Building,” he muttered in a single breath.

“Actually, no, wait!” I began again, and I sat up next to him. “When I think about it, I’m glad Lou’s not here because he’ll go next door and see that he’s not home.”

“Oh, yeah! So…” He cracked me a smile. “We can just lay here for as long as we want and need.”

“We can! Barring we don’t make noise going into the kitchen or open the shades for a look outside for any reason whatsoever.”

I ran my fingers through my black hair and showed him a smile. Our wish was granted and now we had the night to ourselves. If the phone rang, neither of us were going to answer at all for any reason whatsoever. We could do whatever the hell we wanted, and it helped that we had the door locked as well.

“Any reason,” he echoed me, and then he rolled back over onto his side to face me.

“Hey, I’m getting kinda hungry again, do you have any fruits or something in the kitchen?”

“I believe I do,” I said with a raise of my finger to him. I kissed him on the side of the neck before I climbed over him and off the bed. Careful not to make a lot of noise, I crept into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door in search of that fruit. Indeed, I had apples, strawberries, raspberries, and a couple of mangoes as well, all of them still ripe and delicious in appearance.

I washed off two apples and a mango, followed by the berries under a gentle trickle from the faucet, and then I brought them back to the room.

“Oh, boy! No peaches?”

“Nah, I’m gonna have to get more of those,” I promised him as I closed the door behind me with my hip and placed the berries on my nightstand so they wouldn’t leave the bed wet. “Here’s a good-looking mango for you.”

He was eager to have it all for himself, and more so when I rejoined him on the bed. No one knew we were there, and it was blissful for me in particular. But I wanted to know as to how he felt, though; in fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know if all of this was bliss for him at all.

“Is this good?” I asked him. “All of this here?”

“You kidding? This is perfect.”

I nestled down closer to him when he said that.

“I do love having a belly full of fruit,” he told me as he took a bite of mango. “Oh, god, this is delicious. Nice and juicy.”

“Like you and me both,” I teased him as I flexed my fingers on his hips, and he flinched away from me a bit.

“Like the two of us,” he chuckled with his mouth full.

“When all of this blows over, let’s find some peaches,” I suggested.

“Nice and juicy peaches loaded with more juice than my dick and are the size of your prostate,” he replied still with his mouth full, and then brought a laugh out of me.

“Keep it down, remember?” he insisted with a finger to his lips.

“I doubt he’s here,” I promised him. “He lives pretty far from here so it’ll be a little while.”

“More time for us to get down with it and everything,” he said as he took another bite of mango, that time with a little shake of his head and a gentle massage of his little belly.

“See, we can do this on our own,” I proclaimed, “we don’t need the manipulation of some girl who isn’t attracted to either of us in the first place to guide us to what we want.”

“She’s not even attracted to us? Really?” Those cherry lips glistened with the juice from the mango and I thought about kissing him just to taste it as well as him.

“Yeah, she apparently has a girlfriend,” I recalled. “She talked about opening a bakery with her when I was over there eavesdropping.”

I watched him finish that mango, and then he reached for the apple, both of which I lay in between us so we could eat them with ease. He slid off the bed with his head directed towards the daylight that came through the window there.

“Now, how can they not be attracted to us?” he asked aloud. “Not be attracted to me?”

He gave his hair a toss back with the flick of his head, and he held out the apple before him as if to present me with the gift of sin. The light filtered through the window next to me, such that it caressed the side and crown of his head: his black hair glistened and glimmered as if it was made of threads, and his smooth skin seemed a lot smoother than usual. Those cherry lips, as plump and shapely as ever, and made even redder by the juice of the mango, and his eyes were clear and bright; he had the softest, slightest little double under his chin at that point as well.

Such a boy. Such a beautiful boy with a beautiful, lush, healthy little body, and I was feeling something right then. I wasn’t sure if it was the strawberries talking to me, but I could feel something right then upon looking on at him.

“You’re looking quite decadent right now, Alex,” I told him with a lick of my lips; I could feel it in between my legs, and more so when he very slowly ran his tongue along his bottom lip and brought the apple closer to his lips as if to take a bite, but he never did. The light caressed over his eyes and those dark eyebrows of his, such that he resembled a little doll. A little Jewish doll who presented me the apple of chaos.

I couldn’t stop thinking about his mom holding him around the waist. I couldn’t stop thinking about making him those donuts and some other things for Hanukkah and for Christmas if he wanted it all for himself. And I couldn’t stop thinking about holding him and feeling him, either.

I really wanted to hold him after he had eaten that mango as well, especially when I remembered that mangoes were aphrodisiacs.

“Let me kiss you,” I whispered to him.

“Kiss me?” He lowered his eyelids as if to seduce me.

“I wanna kiss you,” I confessed to him. “Please. Let me kiss you, Alex. Let me taste you.”

He licked his lips and slithered back onto the bed next to me. He still kept the apple in hand when he loomed over me, and his hair dangled down over my head and shoulders. Those eyes locked onto me.

I couldn’t stop looking at him.

“You wanna taste me?” he asked me in a low husky voice.

“Yes,” I whispered to him.

He then reached down with his free hand to lift up his shirt and unzip his pants. I helped him with taking off his pants all the way so he was fully exposed to me: his shirt, however, refused to stay up on his body.

He took his seat upon my chest with his knees straddled on either side of my body. He held the apple down by his knee as he placed his free hand on his belly. The tip of his dick was right before my face, but I had my eye on his other hand, though.

He lifted up his shirt with one swipe of his hand and showed me that gorgeous little belly to me. How did someone who was so slim and slight look so tender and soft like the flesh of a ripe little peach?

I reached up for a pinch of his skin. A pinch on one side, followed by another on the other side. It was like touching a little pillow, such that I didn’t want to hurt him. I ran my fingers down his soft little belly and that silken skin.

“You wanna taste me?” he repeated in a breathy voice.

I lifted my head some more, but that time for a kiss on the tip of his dick.

“You call that a taste?”

I lifted myself onto my elbows a bit so I could kiss him on the belly. It was tricky with his dick in the way, but I managed to do it.

“And you taste delicious,” I told him, to which he stuck his tongue out at me and lunged off to the side, between me and the wall. He lay on his back which gave me the chance to kiss him on the belly some more. I held onto his hip as I gave him all manner of gentle little kisses on his skin: I could hear him eating the apple as well. I could feel mind right underneath my arm, but I paid more attention to him. I wanted to kiss him there all day, and I knew that I would never tire of it for a second.

Like Dave, it would have to wait. The whole world would have to wait.

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sgcairo · 1 year

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My Dearest Darling (Irnes/Fatui!Reader Part Five)

Just to avoid confusion: The first two sections (Sumeru & Land of Dreams) are flashbacks! Beyond that it's back to the present day timeline.

This took forever to write out and articulate, for absolutely no reason. But I can say that I'm very happy with the result, and it's mostly setup this chapter, and a little bit of sadness along the way. If you were expecting Irnes to be happy this time around... lower your expectations to zero. I'm sorry, it hurts me too, but it gets worse before it gets better, my friends. Enjoy this context and Omega getting what he deserves!

Sumeru

"They are merely pawns in a greater game. Why should I care what comes of them? The dendro gnosis is in my possession, the other a consolation prize, if you will. It is pointless, worrying about vermin that will eradicate themselves."

A letter rested in your hands, the flaps of your small tent on the outskirts of Port Ormos lazily drifting on tender breezes. Sumeru was oddly peaceful compared to the frigid cold of the motherland, warm and as humid as Irnes warned you it would be. You'd been taking his advice and drinking enough water, especially after the near catastrophe that happened on patrol. Passing out in the street and waking up a few hours later had not only caused an uproar within your squad, but had also managed to screw with you for the next few days, your body still struggling with the dizziness that had crept up on you so easily.

While the work was tiring, seeing a new letter from Irnes resting on the small makeshift table by your bed was enough to invigorate you again, especially seeing how long it was. Irnes had a tendency to ramble, even in his letters, which you found incredibly endearing. His pages of speculation about the stars, new ruin guard pieces, and sappy visions of the future with you by his side had made themselves at home in your heart, to the point that you would stay up late just to read his words again.

This time, however, there was a picture with his words. The kamera was a new invention from Fontaine, incredibly expensive to acquire and even more difficult to use properly. However, Irnes and the segments had somehow gotten their hands on one, and had been sending you the strangest images as of late- you'd gotten a concerning amount of half naked Irnes pictures, blurry and clearly accidental, plenty of segment group photos with fire water and betting on poker matches in the dark, and many photos of Anastasiy sleeping in awkward positions or staring straight at the kamera. Those always served to make you chuckle in amusement.

But this one... this one was different.

It was a simple portrait image, nothing to lose your head over. But its quality was... astounding. Irnes stood in front of a plain background, smiling at the camera softly. His mask was gone, suit ironed and mended, buttons embossed with flowers catching your eye. The detail of the image was so clear that it almost felt as if he were standing right in front of you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with his smile, hands clasped around an ivory cane that you remembered all too well. It was a picture that one would keep in a locket, that they would treasure and hold the day they died.

He was beautiful.

Just seeing him made you long to be home again, where you could collapse into his arms and be scolded for not taking care of yourself again. He would make you tea, let you rest your feet and tell you about everything you missed as the other segments gathered nearby, still watching you with wide and uncertain eyes. You ached for his gentle touches, for the feeling of his lips against your forehead, for the weight of his arms around you.

The writing on the back was a host unto itself, his illegible scrawl reading:

For my darling, to keep you company until we are together again.

Archons, if you had the choice you would already be sailing back already. But you still had (begrudging) work to do before you could return, the gnosis must be secured. The people were beginning to become restless as well, unsettled by the oppressive nature of the Fatui camps around the port. While the Second Harbinger made his escape, it was your duty to keep the people at bay, and you'd be damned if you didn't show.

"Ah, comrade! There you are, we were looking all over!"

Looking up from the photo, you found Iosif standing over you, his gun humming with pyro from where it was slung over his shoulder.

"Oh? Who's this?"

Oh no. He'd seen the photo. Not that it was anything scandalous, but knowing your squad... they'd harass you for being all moony-eyed over this man. They knew by now that he was rather fond of you, but it was even worse being caught out in the open staring at the photo sappily.

"You know who it is, Iosif." You grumbled, raising an eyebrow. "Let me wallow in my desires in peace."

Iosif chuckled, leaning over to get a better look.

"I mean, he is quite the looker. No wonder you're so enamored with him. He looks like se-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence."

"Fine! Just come on, don't want to get knocked for having to drag you out..."

Tucking the photo into your interior pocket, you patted it gently. The warmth from his smile still hadn't faded, the beauty of your lover remained fresh in your mind. Oh, how you couldn't wait to sweep him up into your arms and see that ever-bright grin-

...This was going to be a long patrol.

Land of Dreams

Warning for descriptions of blood and violence ahead!

Everything hurt.

You hadn't expected an armed uprising, much less one on a peaceful boulevard as the sun settled in the cradle of the distant seas.

But the people had decided otherwise, namely their "resistance".

You didn't remember much of what had happened. You'd called upon your vision, charging into battle without a second thought. Dragging one of the many men off Olga's back, you made sure to settle him deeply in the cobblestones where he belonged, his ribs cracking under the force of your blow.

"On my flank!" Olga had cried back, beckoning you after her. Hydro gathered around her gauntlets as she lunged at the next assailant, the din and chaos whirling around the two of you so riveting and familiar. It flowed through your veins, satisfying this deep ache in your gut.

"GET DOWN!"

After that, everything was blurry. Olga had slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch, having not dropped in time, blood splattering across stone. You suspected that you'd been hit too, but your vision was spinning too much to tell. You struggled to drag yourself back towards some sort of cover, but something grabbed your boot, your ankle flaring up in burning pain as whatever it was yanked.

A hoarse cry tore itself from your throat as you scrabbled at stone, the shouting nearby muted by the ringing in your ears. Your fingernails aching as you dug them into the earth beneath you, likely bleeding and breaking, but there was too much blood to tell. You couldn't see, couldn't hear-

You panic only mounted as the force of the pulling increased, your hands finally slipping. Your jacket protected you from the brunt of the scrapes, but your palms were practically raw, more open cuts joining the blood that dripped steadily from your hands.

"We got one!"

You tried to kick at your captor, but your body felt too heavy, your leg jerking as the sensation of excruciating tearing surged up your side, your vision blanking for a moment.

The next thing you knew, you were being hauled to your feet by your hair, faced with two faces. Identical, but fading in and out of each other as you swayed, unable to keep yourself upright.

"------!"

Someone shouted. Shots rang out in the night. The next thing you knew, you were back on the ground, the platoon medic hunched over you.

"-lost too much blood, they might not make the trip..."

All that you could force out was a gurgle, your lungs feeling heavy. The world was muffled, distant.

"-up. We've got to move."

More pain. You were vaguely aware of hot tears running down your face and someone hoisted you up, whispering reassurances that you couldn't understand.

Why did it hurt so much? It burned... why did it burn?

The tearing and scorching feeling in your bones didn't subside, even as you were urgently carried away. You just wanted to sleep, to not hurt like this anymore... You wanted Irnes. Where was he, why wasn't he here? It was childish, in hindsight, to want him to hold you and make the pain go away. Maybe if he kissed it better it wouldn't hurt so much.

"'nes..."

A single, charred picture remained in your pocket.

His smile was gone.

Regret

Irnes is quiet as you clean his bruised knuckles, a cloth held to his nose as you calmly wipe away the mixture of Omega's blood and his own.

There's nothing to say. He occasionally opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something, only to close it seconds later. You don't know the situation, and you're not sure if you want to, especially hearing the distant cursing of Omega as the other clones patch him up, all watching you and Irnes with wide eyes when they pass by. You would say that it's disrespectful, if it weren't warranted by the whole "Irnes beat Omega's ass as he deserves while crying uncontrollably" situation. Sergei lingers nearby regardless, watching you with those wide and terrified eyes from behind the doorframe.

You're not sure if you should speak, you really don't want to hurt Irnes. Especially while he's upset, saying the wrong thing could make everything worse.

But seeing him cry, hiccuping quietly as you bandage his wound and place gentle kisses upon them... You'd be lying if you said the temptation wasn't there.

No, you have better self restraint than this.

"My dear..."

The rasp surprises you, Irnes coughing lightly as he finally draws the handkerchief away from his nose. It's stained a bright red, definitely ruined, the embroidery soaked through.

"Yes?"

You can't bring yourself to say anything else, instead tying off his bandages gently, careful not to jostle his wounds too much.

"Are you... upset with me?"

Honestly? Not really, Omega was a little bitch and deserved it. Besides, Irnes beating the living daylights out of him was kind of hot, thinking back on it. Blood running down his face, eyes wild- yeah, that was really hot. You'd pay to see him do it again. Maybe not to Omega, because there's a good chance that he'd get his ass handed to him if the stakes were level. But seeing the sheer, unadulterated rage in his eyes... It was scary, but also made you want to know more.

Irnes watches you like a kicked puppy as you mull it over, face stained and bruised, eyes full of tears that shine in the dim light. He looks handsome as ever, but so distraught. You hate the way his shoulders slump, how his usual facade of brilliance and happiness has fallen, leaving behind a sinking pit of anxiety and sorrow that practically radiates off him. His anger is gone, replaced by exhaustion as he looks up at you pleadingly.

"No, I'm not. I'm just worried, you know? You're pretty banged up... and I did not expect to see you so-"

You think for a moment, before chuckling to yourself.

"-feral. But I like it."

Irnes stares at you for a moment, his own watery laughter filling the air a moment later at the absurdity of your answer. He laughs until he's sobbing again, his tears finally spilling down his cheeks, his mouth contorted into a grimace as he wipes at his cheeks in vain.

You're speechless for a moment, watching his body tremble with the force of his gasping and crying, before grabbing a fresh washcloth. Pulling his shaking hands away from his face, you gently dab at his red cheeks, raw from his scrubbing.

"It's okay, Irnes... I swear I'm not mad. Pinky swear. I'm just glad you're okay."

Irnes continues to cry, but you can see the hint of a smile showing through.

"Now, let's get you some better clothes. I don't want you sleeping in bloody clothes..."

An Omega Shaped Problem

You knew Omega was trouble from the beginning.

As soon as you arrived in Sumeru, he'd been there, watching you with that terrifying grin. Compared to Irnes' pointy smile, that was the grin of a killer, a man who would throw everything away just to watch the world burn. You didn't hate him, per se, but he definitely creeped you out. He would show up in your tent regularly for a "progress report" and pester you endlessly about Irnes- which you grew to appreciate, he did have quite a bit of useful information. But it was also very annoying after a long day of fighting pointlessly to defend the so-called "god" he was building, and you had grown to have a love-hate relationship with him.

However, you would not let him upset your lover to the point of losing his temper. Not without consequences.

"Ow! Fucking hell, did that bastard knock a tooth loose? If he did, I'm going to shove that thing he calls a ruin guard so far up his-"

You didn't feel the slightest bit guilty for the cries of pain that came from around the corner. Having a nice talk with Omega would definitely make him forget about those small pains. You were a soldier, first and foremost, years of training until you felt like you were going to pass out from exhaustion behind your fists. You weren't known for your smooth tongue, no. If anything, you were known for being efficient.

"Be careful! This face is getting us funds, dipshit!"

"Watch your mouth, you pathetic piece of shit! I'll kick your ass!"

The snarky return was definitely familiar, though you didn't have a face for the voice.

"I'd like to see you try!"

"Listen, do you want that tooth out or not? Because I'll fucking leave if you don't stop talking!"

"Oh, fuck you!"

"...No thanks, that's called self-cest and it's heavily frowned upon by society."

"Just shut the fuck up and do your job!"

Well now you're convinced that Omega deserves a good punch in the gut, clearly Irnes was holding back. If Omega could still bitch about getting beat up, he wasn't hurting enough.

You would remedy that quickly.

Emerging from your hiding spot behind the corner, you found Omega sitting on a rickety old bed, another familiar looking clone standing over him. Well, all of them were familiar, you saw dozens of the same face every day-

"Ah, it's you."

You didn't like that tone. Especially coming from the bloodied lips of the man who'd pissed Irnes off to the point of violence. Your lover was not easily angered, you knew from experience. Even in the face of cruelty, he was not angered. He worked himself to the bone, to the point of utter exhaustion, and did not raise his voice to complain. Irnes was patient. You were considerably less so.

"Yes, it's me. Are you done screaming like a little bitch?"

Omega's face was eerily neutral for a moment, eyes watching you from behind a blood stained mask. That was, until he started to laugh. Genuine, bone chilling laughter, his sharp teeth on display as his shoulders shook with the force of his guffaws.

"What, your little 'boyfriend' couldn't make the trip? Did he collapse on the way here? Maybe crawled across the floor after you like a dog?"

Omega continued to giggle, lifting a bloody hand and shutting his fist to look like the mouth of a puppet.

"Oh my darling! Wait for me, I'm too crippled to walk!"

Mocking. He was mocking Irnes. His high pitched tone touched a nerve, especially as he got up from the table, walking over too you with a grossly exaggerated limp.

"Oh help me, darling! I'll fall!"

Disgusting. His hands scratched at your shoulders, scraping against your skin painfully. You could feel the warmth of his hands through the heavy linens Irnes had so lovingly dressed you in, now slightly stained with smears of red from Irnes' clinging. This... bastard had the gall to insult your lover after spilling his blood. You'd felt the urge to kill before, but never this strong.

"Shut your fucking mouth."

The monotone scolding came from behind, the clone scowling as he approached.

"Unhand them. Now. Prime won't be pleased when I reveal this little scuffle, especially when I tell him you attacked Irnes first."

"Oh shut your filthy little mouth, maggot. The adults are talking."

It really was taking all your power not to punch him straight in the mouth.

"And what if I don't?"

Omega's face contorted into something of a semblance of outrage, his cape (it looked terribly silly on him) flipping as he turned to face the smaller clone.

"Then I'll take care of you myself."

"Oooo, so spooky..."

The other clone rolled his eyes, raising his needle and thread menacingly.

"I'll sew your lips together, motherfucker. Sleep with one eye open tonight."

The boys were fighting now, leaving you behind.

Should you fall back and make a tactful retreat? Probably. Were you going to do something against your husba- lover's strict moral code anyways? Abso-fucking-lutely.

You weren't usually this confrontational. But Omega mocking Irnes and pretending to be all high and mighty afterwards... It made your guts feel disgusting and sticky, the back of your throat soured as you watched the two bicker.

"Hey piss boy, think fast."

You hadn't trained under Capitano for years for nothing.

Crunch.

That's Enough

Irnes was dead asleep.

He'd fallen asleep in his clothes no less, sprawled across the bed like a morbidly large daddy long legs, pillows propping him up as he laid on his good side.

That punch to Omega's jaw had been incredibly satisfying, and freshening up afterwards had added a whole other layer to the warmth that surrounded you. The bounce in your step only added to the feeling in your gut, fuzzy and fulfilling like a warm cup of tea after a long day.

Your chest felt so much lighter as you crawled into bed, positioning yourself before him. His face was so peaceful when he was asleep, the wrinkle between his brows was gone and his cheeks seemed to have the slightest bit more color. You couldn't help but watch him, reaching out and tenderly tracing along his jaw. He'd said when the two of you first met that he couldn't feel anything on that side, but that didn't stop you from wanting to smother it in kisses, to show him how much you adored those scars, how much you adored him.

Cupping his face, you gently stroked under his eye, feeling the weight beneath it. Had he not been sleeping well while you were gone? Maybe it was the stress of taking care of you all this time... that thought only served to stoke the fires of your guilt, Irnes' skin warm under your fingers as you moved to caress his cheek.

Oh, how you missed this.

"...dear?"

A crimson eye blinked open slowly, Irnes' shoulders tensing up slightly at the sudden awakening- only to relax as he met eyes with you.

"'m sorry... It seems I feel asleep..."

Irnes sounded... guilty?

"It's okay. You deserve to rest after taking such good care of me. Go back to sleep... I won't move an inch, pinky swear."

"I've slept plenty, my darling."

Your glare begs to differ.

"Alright... perhaps not as much as I should."

At least he's self aware, which is more concerning than you care to admit.

"More of a reason to go back to sleep, then. Though... I can't say that those shoes look comfortable to sleep in."

Irnes chuckled humorlessly, waggling his good foot.

"They are somewhat comfortable. However, I can't say you're wrong. Feet cramps in these are awful."

You love him, but you don't really need to know that much about his feet.

"Should I take them off then?"

"Already thinking about stripping me? My, my, we haven't even been on an official date yet, at least buy me flowers first..."

"You know that's not what I meant."

Irnes smiles at your joking tone, relaxing and leaning back against the heap of pillows beneath him.

"I know, my dear. You're simply too cute when I tease you, I can't help myself..."

The lilt of sadness in his tone was... sobering. While you'd been focusing on recovery, he'd been slaving away and worrying, undoubtedly having lost sleep with you occupying the bed. Those rickety metal bunks the clones were given would hurt his back, you were almost certain, not to mention the cold that the meager amount of blankets couldn't stave off. But even then, you had a suspicion that the armchair pulled up beside the bed had gotten more use than the empty bunk across from you.

A peaceful silence settled over the two of you, Irnes' tired eyes watching you fondly. His exhaustion seemed to wash over every crevice of his body, swallowing his usually cheerful demeanor with bone-deep weariness.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been as... good as I'd like to be, lately."

Irnes' words startled you a little, his smile struggling to stand against whatever tide of misery plagued him.

"I feel as if I've neglected you, my dear. I know that's wrong, but my clinical view of things... I feel as if I haven't cared for you. I may have cared for your person, but-"

Pausing, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I feel as if I've forgotten to love you along the way. I'm so sorry, my dear..."

You hated seeing Irnes cry. It wasn't ugly, no, never in your eyes. But the way his usually grinning face split apart into a miserable twist of his lips, eyes averted and looking down as if he was expecting punishment... Your heart ached like someone was twisting a knife into it.

"Don't apologize... You've cared for me this whole time, don't discredit yourself like this."

Cradling his cheek with your hand, you gently leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his scarred cheek.

"I know we're still trying to figure things out, but I really like you... Love might be too strong for you right now, especially while you're crying... But I care for you. I know you would never see me as an experiment or something to pick apart. Give yourself more credit, love. I will never ask you to be perfect, only to do your best. And you did with what you had on hand. That's enough for me."

Irnes leans into your touch, his tears wetting your hand. You can feel his chest shake, hear the cries stifled in his chest.

"Please believe me. I thought about you every day while I was gone, I held that picture in my coat pocket hoping I'd get to see you again. Please believe me, just this once."

It's as if you're begging him, you can see how much it pains him on his face as he rests his hand over yours, shaky and wounded beyond repair.

"I- I don't know if I can."

"Then try it, love. Just try, as you always do."

He hesitates. You watch him, waiting for the outburst, something to indicate how hard it is to keep him from shaking apart.

Instead, you get a small nod.

That's enough for you.

An Experiment

Irnes rarely gets a moment apart from you, now that you're recovered and still on leave. You follow him through his daily routine, watching in fascination as Irnes works so easily, even if he's dealing with life and death. He moves from pod to pod, checking the segments inside and scribbling on his clipboard, his cane slung over his arm as he limps along. You keep your distance, allowing him to gather his thoughts and keep his focus, instead taking time to think about what comes next. Will the two of you start "dating" officially? Or will you consider marriage, per the customs of this land?

You don't know, and that's the part that scares you.

"My dear, can I steal you for a moment?"

You hadn't even realized you were staring into one of the pods nearby, watching the undeveloped clone move. This one looked particularly close to adulthood already, his features closer to that of a teenager than an actual adult. Tearing you gaze away, you looked up at Irnes, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh, it's nothing really. Just something I've been waiting to show you."

You nod along, your mind struggling to comprehend what it could possibly be.

"Lead the way, then."

Irnes smiles gratefully, offering an arm. You take it, though it's a bit awkward considering your height difference.

"I considered what you said last night. While I'm not sure if my subconsciousness would welcome thoughts like that, after so long with him in my head, I've decided that I would like to "try" as you put it."

You listen carefully, noticing how Irnes says him. As if he dreads whoever it is he speaks of.

"The first step to that is honesty, I believe. I should be honest with you first and foremost, and that is what I intend to do."

It sounds almost as if he's going to show you something terrible.

"I must tell you that what you are going to see is... negotiable, and fully up to you. I will not proceed with this without you telling me that you want it as well, do you understand me?"

You nod.

"I need a vocal confirmation, dear."

"I do. It can't be that bad, can it?"

Irnes purses his lips at the statement, but doesn't answer. At least, not directly.

"I suppose you'll just have to see for yourself."

The room he leads you into his dark, surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the lab. The tables are clear, papers sorted neatly- but that's not what draws your attention.

A single pod inhabits the center of the room, Irnes relinquishing your hold as he drifts over to touch it, laying a shaky hand on the cold glass.

"Well?"

Oh dear.

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sonicthehedgehoglover2 · 2 years

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This is a preview of a fanfic I've been working on based on my AU (currently called Stranded) where Leo gets stuck in the prison dimension for longer. Of course, there's a lot more than that, including the introduction of a new enemy. (This is actually the first draft, so it might change later).

The world explodes into white, and Leo's falling again. Did he mention how much he hates falling?

When Leo's aware again, Krang leaning over him. Leo's on his back, staring out at the ever-growing gray above him. He tries to breathe, and his chest burns, and he wonders if he broke a couple of ribs. His vision wavers and spins, and he has trouble opening one of his eyes. His head lulls to the side, and his sight lands upon the paper in his hand. He's not sure when he grabbed it, but his fist grips it tightly. He uncurls his fist, and the recent family photo stares back at him.

It's the photo they took the day April got accepted into the university. She'd been so excited to be going to a university in the city, so she didn't have to leave any of them behind. Donnie set up a camera, and they took it. They each have a copy.

He sees their smiling faces, and he realizes that they're safe. Only one face isn't smiling anymore in that photo, and Leo's okay with that. They're safe; they'll see another day. He changed their destines; they don't die and he'll-

It takes some effort, because he thinks about how he'll never see them smile again like they do in the photograph he clenches in his bruised fist. He'll only hear their laughter in memories; the remnants of their jokes and games. But, they'll live, and he'll take the futures they were destined to lose, and he'll make it his.

His lips tremble under the weight of the responsibility he's taken from Raph and placed unto himself, tears well and fall down his cheeks, and he finally manages to smile.

#rottmnt #rise movie #rottmnt movie #stranded au #rottmnt au #save rise of the tmnt #rise spoilers #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #the krang

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obito76 · 1 year

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Chapter 48 : Sextape

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“Dick, come here,” Raven whined as her sexy man was in her huge walk in closet, fetching, and looking around constantly trying to make sure he didn’t forget any of his boxers as he gathered his pile of clothes. Something as simple as navy blue pajama pants and a tight fitting grey shirt that accentuated his biceps made Raven lose her mind. The room itself was pretty dark except the closet light being on and the moon’s brightness that cascaded on the oversized window’s blinds of her bedroom. Finally, Dick ended his pants picking with a long sigh as he put the pile near the bedroom door so he can pick it up on his way out in the morning. He flashed her a lazy crooked smile as he turned off the closet light and walked over to join her in her very familiar bed.

“Raven, almost all of my boxers and pants are here, there is literally nothing in my room.”

“It's your fault, you forget them here all the time,” Raven drawled. “Plus, I like to sniff them, every now and then,” She smirked.

He shook his head, returning her smirk. It's been a week since they were back from Titans East. For first few days all they did was, paperwork and other crime related stuff, and he saw that coming. Even though crime rate was really low, it was still there.

“I need them Raven,”

Raven sighed and rolled her eyes, “I'm not talking about your boxers, What are you doing there when I'm here with my legs spread-,”

Dick took it upon himself to hush her while leaning in giving her a passionate kiss. He was in no mood to argue with her, he was going to fuck her after that. Raven knew what he was doing but made no effort to stop him. Their tongues intertwining as low moans escaped from Raven’s soft and hungry mouth as their breathing patterns fastened. While not breaking their heated kiss, Dick put his left hand around her waist and the other on the bed as he shifted his weight back on Raven to make her fall back so he could be on top. Raven put her hands on his chest to stop him in his tracks. As they broke their kiss a slight confusion took over Dick’s face.

“What?, I thought you want me to fuck you.” Dick wondered if she was okay.

“I do, just.. Wait right here, I’ll be back.” Raven answered as she quickly left her bed and headed towards her closet.

Dick irritated knocked the fluffy pillows off the bed unto the ground, he was in mood for her sexual antics – but he didn't want to waste any time. Starfire was out of town for two days, all he wanted was to just relax, fuck Raven, relex and fuck her again. Glancing at the clock that displayed in red numbers 11:36 pm, he was growing impatient as he heard fiddling.

“Raven, my dick isn’t going to take care of itself!” His deep voice said, his eyes were closed when he heard Raven’s footsteps became audible as she soon appeared in front of him.

Dick tried to stifle his smile to show her just how irritated he was but he couldn’t help himself.

“What the hell is the purpose of a camera tripod doing in here?” Dick asked, Raven ignoring him, again disappeared in the closet turning on the light and shutting the door behind her. Dick stopped smirking.

“Raven are you kidding right now?” Dick’s erection started to die down as he muttered obscenities under his breath. With 5 minutes, Raven walked out of the closet and stood in front of him. His mouth dropped as his dick gained its height once more.

“Damn...” He bit his bottom lip shaking his head slightly from side to side not believing the site in front of him.

Raven was wearing a red and black satin bra that connected to her matching satin panties with 2 straps down the sides, accompanied by a pair of black nylon stockings that stopped mid thigh, and finished with black platforms that added 6 inches to her height. Her head held up in a sophisticated bun to the site with lose strands hanging down the sides of her face. “Damn” was right. Compared to the silk purple robe with her hair down her shoulders just minutes ago, she cleaned up rather well.

“You were saying something?” Raven started to explain, Dick still at a loss for words had not moved an inch-well except that bulge that was begging to be freed.

“Since you are pretty much determined to fuck me all night, I really wanted to try something for a really long time. That camera will be recoding our mid blowing sex- my moans, your curses, the sound of our hips slapping. I want to make a sextape.”

Dick didn’t like this one bit it’s too risky what if something like that was to leak out? He let her continue as she noticed the disapproved look on his face, they knew each other well.

“Before you come at me with that leaking nonsense, Don’t. This is only for you and me to see and in the comfort of my room, and I’ll be damned if you tell me otherwise. With that being said, Mr. Grayson either you in or I’m out, and you will be sleeping without my pussy tonight.”

No, No anything but that, especially with her dressed like this, he thought for a minute and still a bit apprehensive, he actually thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea. How sexy would that be? His and Raven's Sex tape, he liked the idea what was there to be afraid of? They were superheroes, even if it does leak out he was pretty sure he could handle everything. He chuckled to himself at the thought. Raven noticed and started to smile waiting for the thumbs up as a puddle started to form in her core.

“Come over here and turn the camera on and have it face the wall on your way over here.” Dick raised one eyebrow followed by a devilish grin.

She squealed in utter excitement. She couldn’t wait to extract the video and watch it on her tv to see them having sex whenever she wanted. She excitedly turned the video camera on the tall tripod as it displayed a red beam notifying them that it was recording and a light flashed so they could be seen in the darkness of their room as she turned it to face the wall. Raven started to walk over to her lover over there as she whispered only loud enough so the camera wouldn’t pick it up as she got near him.

“Dominate me, ignore the camera, baby I’m all yours.”

As he looked into her hungry eyes he took off his shirt and pulled off his pajama pants revealing his compression shorts underneath. Goodness was he bulging. He grabbed Raven by her shoulders and pushed her hard against the wall as she winced from his roughness which at the same time turned her on, bending his head at the nape of her neck tasting her, squeezing the soft flesh lightly between his teeth. Taking his right hand, he grabbed her right thigh and forcefully positioned it over his hip grinding his hardness between her sizzling wetness, Raven moaned from the euphoric feeling as she threw her head back against the wall she needed him fast. She placed her hands in front of his crotch to relieve him from the tight black fabric. Not moving from her neck he used his free hand and grabbed both hands together and slamming them upwards against the wall.

“Dick, please.” She begged. She loved her lover’s aggressive nature but could do without the teasing.

“You said Dominate me, isn’t that I’m doing?” He asked breathlessly as a look of determination contorted his face against her neck. He too, could not handle it anymore but he wanted this moment to last, the camera to see his desire to fuck her. He let go of her hands to make his way down south kissing leaving wet marks on her flat tummy. Using only his mouth, he snapped the straps that held the bra and panties together and pulled her panties down. That same leg that was on his hip was repositioned over his shoulder allowing for better access as he felt Raven’s high heel against his back. He devoured her flicking his warm tongue against her clit as he tugged on it with his teeth lightly.

“Azar, ah, Dick mmmpmh don’t stop!” She moaned loudly why was he doing this to her? He stuck one finger inside her, and then two and then three, and watched as she grinded his hand as her juices dripped down his fingers.

“Fuck Raven, you are so tight for me.” He said in between lust filled grunts.

He felt her knees beginning to weaken as he used his left hand to hold her waist. His mouth was still on her, as he fastened his finger pace.

“Dick, Yes Baby, Oh, Just Like that, fuck.” Was all she managed to let out as she grabbed onto the wall with her hand for support.

She was so close and he felt her walls against his fingers, but he wasn’t ready for her to do that yet, he interrupted her verge onto a mind-blowing orgasm to remove his mouth and fingers and swiftly lifted her off the ground with his hands underneath her wonderful ass as she wrapped his legs around his waist. He removed one hand from underneath her briefly to place himself inside her with ease as she was still so wet for him. The feeling caused both of them to let out a moan as their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. Raven used one hand to grab the back of Dick’s black, soft haired-head and the other to grab his flexing ass muscle as his thrusts hit depths she didn’t know was possible.

“Oooh baby, aah, aaahh, aaaahhhh,” She moaned repeatedly in complete ecstasy.

God he loved her sounds she sounded so sexy calling out to him while panting. Sweat began to bead on the top of their foreheads and backs as their breathing patterns got heavier and heavier. The mixture of pain and pleasure that entered and exited out of her was almost too much for her to bear as she her mind and body started screaming in pleasure. Dick felt her clenching around him.

“Cum Raven, cum for me god I’m so close, your pussy feel so good so fucking good, yes this is all mine. Right?”

“YES!, I'm all yours Dick, my cunt is all yours.” Raven continued to moan.

Dick thrusted into her harder, which she didn’t think was possible as her bun fell apart causing her hair to fall around and cling to her sweaty and distorted face and one of her diamond embedded earring that displayed “Raven” on the back of it to fall off onto the ground.

“YES DICK!, BABY FUCK ME!, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE , I’M-I’M CUMMING!,” Raven moaned loudly, her eyes rolled back completely in pleasure.

Within seconds, her muscles tightened around his throbbing member, as she felt rope after rope of his warm cum filling her womb completely, his seed flooded into Raven causing his throat to let out a completely satisfied groan. Fighting for air, they both fell to the ground wrapped around each other.

“Oh Fuck I’m so sore, Dick baby, what has gotten into you?” she giggled lightly in slight pain as she grabbed her lower stomach and got up to turn off the camera.

“You tell me, baby.” He laughed at his own corniness he got up from the floor and onto the bed to watch his lover grab her laptop and video camera memory card, to extract the video out of it. He couldn’t lie; he wanted to see himself doing work on her goddess like body.

Few minutes later it was ready, Raven got the USB and placed it into the 64-inch flat screen and then turned it on. She adjusted the settings so that it will show up onto the screen and behold there they were. They quickly got naked underneath the covers as they cuddled at the edge of the bed to watch their sex unravel in front of them.

Dick pushed her against the wall and ate her pussy. “Dick, please” soon followed.

They laughed liked little teenagers watching their first porno “Wow, this is….hot.” Dick admitted as he placed his hand on Raven’s ass and she smirked as her hand cupped his balls and started to massage them lovingly. They continued to watch. After it ended, the tv turned off as the room went back to dark , the clock read 3:00 am Dick had four more hours of sleep, they laid there for another hour, fooling around playing with eachother hard as ever. In the end Raven sucked him off again.

“Raven we gotta do that again, God I’m good, I have less than 3 hours of sleep messing around, I really loved that.”

“I fucking loved that too baby.” She smiled as she kissed his lips and they fell into a deep slumber in each other’s arms. She could not wait to continue watching it over and over when Dick leaves.

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There is totally a belch comp of Suzuka from her streams, isn't there? Can we see the top rated clip Gabby?

"Hey, Sei, a-are you sure, like, this is gonna work?" The clip starts without context, Suzuka's slightly-worried voice heard behind a full frontal view of her girlfriend's sweaty cleavage reaching for something behind the camera.

"Totes, Suzie! Don't even stress, don't even stress! Your beautiful Heian girlboss girlfriend's got you super covered!" Sei finally pulls back from her shuffling, stroking her belly sympathetically from all the effort it took to...reach 2 feet. In her hands is a drink, bubbling slightly as Sei mixes it around. "It's just a weight gain shake, mhm, mhm! We've chugged these tons before, y'know!" She's not being entirely honest, but she hands her partner the tall glass, right before pressing a fat smooch unto her cheek.

"See, that's, like, not my worry, though. It's the fact that this one is fucking gre-" She sighs, staring at the thing. Her mouth IS watering pretty damn bad. "Y'know what, fine." She takes a deep breath, places the rim of the sloppy mixture to her lips, and as quickly as she can, tosses the thing back so she can start drinking.

It only takes a few moments for her to finish the thing: Sei and Suzuka practically guzzle special weight gaining formula every 20 minutes on stream every night, so it's not like this is hard for her.

What's strange, though, is the gurgling in her gut mere seconds after the entire thing plops into her large intestine.

"Hey, babe, you totes sure this isn't different or anything?"

"Ehehe..." Sei suddenly seems very interested in their bedsheets, not meeting Suzuka's gaze.

"Se-URRRRRPPPPP!" She suddenly rips a large belch from her maw, right in the middle of her yelling at the Heian author. "LooURRRPk at me when I HOUUUUUURRRRPPPP say somethin' to yoUUUUUURRRRAAAAAPPPP! What the fuck's with thiBWWWWAAAAAARP?!"

It continues for 3 minutes straight.

#muse: suzuka and sei #kink tag: burping

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more, you said? well I would hate to disappoint the whole 4 people that read these ramblings lol. Once more unto the breach, yall

s2e6: The Signal aka Pricks. Pricks everywhere.

-- Rebecca believing in bigfoot? its more likely than you think.

-- ever just walk into your daughters house unannounced to the sight of a very naked man half your daughters age making tea? and then proceed to flirt with him right after leaving your husband for the 10 thousandth time?

-- the whole H.R. Pufnstuf reference is just. That show had one singular season. The main character was technically a puppet but in reality a big Barney-like "dragon" that looked like the rejected member of the McDonalds characters. I get the whole stranger-in-a-strange-land thread there, and the human boy was English, but still that's such a niche reference

-- Steve Wieb v Billy Mitchell as a David-Goliath example. Again with the niche references, expecting two English football coaches to know about a 2010's ongoing battle of fucking arcade style Donkey Kong.

-- the premiere of the Jamie Pooh Bear style.

-- "Best advice I've received is to leave people well" well we better hope that idea is in Ted's head in the finale, yeah?

-- I will absolutely be incorporating the "poor little cake! soggy bottom!" song into my bakeoff watches from here on out. If you know me irl and come to those, I apologise in advance.

-- Ted trying so hard to learn from Roy is adorable. Ted knows the coaching bit, Roy knows the football bit, Ted knows they have to mind meld to get this to work and is not afraid to show it.

-- Rebecca's childhood nickname was sausage. Why.

-- This is a pattern, actually. A mom coming in, calling her child an adorable nickname, and promising to make their favourite meal. I've connected the dots. I've connected them.

-- Ted trying to hide himself giving Jamie the bird by moving his coat like there isnt a camera right in front of him?

-- they are really starting to hammer in the fact that Ted actually does often overlook Nate, especially since Roy joined as coach. Like yes, its often natural and justified, but from Nate's perspective its pretty noticeable

-- Nate mispronounces Richard's name. idk why that bothers me but it really does.

-- they easily could have had Rebecca find Ted, but they didn't. I appreciate the narrative weight that holds.

-- Beard's backstory really shines through often even in the earlier seasons, like when he hugs Higgins and says he gets it when Higgins questions his and Jane's relationship

-- ted has his jacket on when hes in dr sharons office later that night, after rebecca found it earlier. Ted hid somewhere else, went to his office, got his jacket, and then went up to Dr Sharons, if anyone needs that for timeline purposes.

#ted lasso #teddy rewatches ted

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planetarie-howers · 2 years

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ox 2019 fragments - don’t lose!

Feeling the heat in the air again and the summer sweetness and everything is taking me back. Sitting on my floor watching films, so much more at home in the space, oddly. I am becoming my old self again, I feel it, slipping back into myself as I pick up stacks of books from the library and wander and ramble and lose myself. I’m tired, tired of England. I want to feel the loose quiet swing in my bones and the hum in my veins. Tired of the limestone and the crabbed age and the weight of sedimentary collected pasts that gathers on this place and grows, festers, metastasises. I want to be new.

I felt as though I was coming alive again, in an odd way becoming the person I used to be before I faded into this endless weak grey light; I felt young and bright and screamingly alive, my body a tremulous conduit hungry for art and sex and beauty. I lay on my floor naked and turned up the music until my head throbbed with it. I ran a razor blade lightly across the top of my thigh and felt the pain sear bright and hard. I touched myself — louche, lazy, luxurious— until finally I felt my back rise in a bucking arch and a moan slip from between clenched teeth. I watched bad television and felt my heart expand and contract with every scripted tear and climactic fight. I felt the way I did when I was slightly but vitally younger, a susceptible adolescent, an instrument waiting to be played, nervy and self-conscious and always ready to feel.

Springtime beautiful and lush there. All the clichés made new. This country feels lived in unto death— its steel sky and wispy clouds a hand-me-down across a millennium and more— but in the spring something soft and velvety and new, a heat that crept shyly up my neck and opened the blossoms. May, everything coming alive, Hoccleve-via-Chaucer, the world opening up as he closed himself in. A gentle impressionistic blur of verdure, a tenderness in it that no camera can capture. An evanescent loveliness, bells and sandstone, spires.

I was always faintly annoyed by everyone and their complacent happiness, and imagined I could see stretching out before everyone their lives in miniature, their master’s degrees and careers in counselling and consulting and marketing, their decline into pantyhose and sensible pumps and M&S gift baskets, the endless self-parodic murk of British pleasantry, of Pimm’s and the National Trust and the tired domestic theatre of scones and grapes and gingham. We would go somewhere else, I thought fiercely, curling into his chest like an angry little cannonball of wanderlust, letting myself burn half-asleep into a hard adolescent flame, my compassion falling away like ash. We would be better.

We were careful people, in those days, which I’m glad is the one thing that still remains with me— rather than all the crying, all the scars, all the various hurts we inadvertently inflicted on each other and then combed through exhaustively, exhaustingly. I was afraid that the only people who would stay with me were those who could surmount the towering heights of my selfishness. Well, he left too, and I became the villain, and he proceeded to some adolescent conception of bright nights and sexual conquest and moving on; and I quietly counted my losses and stared forlornly at overpriced coffee in the morning and stayed much in the same place. All the beautiful things seemed faintly ridiculous in the light of a past love, one which dissipated like a trail of perfume, imperceptibly, naturally. But of course sometimes I would go hungover to my morning round of cafes and there would be, like a revelation, a little boy and his father buying bread together, the boy a pretty Edwardian picture with his fair hair and raincoat, hugging a baguette as long as he was tall; and it would be alright, maybe, maybe.

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MSBY Jackals just finished playing a match. After a handful of minutes where everyone has left the arena, Keiji goes over to congratulate his Koutarou on another well earned victory.

Koutarou has the biggest smile on his face seeing Keiji walking over to him and with the remaining energy and adrenaline that refuses to leave him, he has an idea. Immediately as Keiji approaches, Koutatou sprints over to him and reaches for Keiji’s hands.

Arm swinging wide open to the side to display the now empty (and very much free for all) volleyball court, he says:

“Keiji, you thinking what I’m thinking!?”

Keiji looks at him confused, turning back and fourth between the court and his partner.

“Not exactly Koutarou, care to elaborate?” A small smile reaching Keiji’s lips to pair Koutarou’s questionable excitement

Koutarou rushes over to the side of the court, reaching for something wedged in between a few of the equipment left over in the arena.

He produces a single volleyball.

All Keiji can do is let out a single, silent but simple “oh”.

The smile on his lips grows tenfold.

“You can’t possibly mean...”

In between one moment and the next, Keiji was in his twenties, working as an editor and living on coffee as his lifeline. In between one moment and the next, he was seventeen again, wearing the Fukurodani uniform and the number 5 sprawled unto the familiar fabric.

“Could you help me practice my spikes for just a little bit?”

“Aghasheeee one more toss!”

“Please, it will just be a few more tosses I swear!”

And just for a moment, Bokuto was wearing his Fukurodani uniform as well.

“Toss to me Keiji?”

Keiji looks at him, the memory of the same spiker set on getting a perfect spike or a killer serve, still perfectly vivid in his mind. He blinks again and sees so much more than that. Koutarou no longer waving the pride of Fukurodani’s captain, but instead waving the euphoria, the joys and the struggles of being part of one of the most well known teams across Japan, MSBY Jackals.

He sees a normal ace.

He sees a star.

He sees Koutarou.

And Keiji, time and time again, finds himself lost in that very same orbit. So he does the one thing he’s done as if it’s muscle memory, he nods and says,

“Of course Koutarou.”

Keiji can’t say he knows when was the last time his hands have only known how to offer tosses, greeting the familiar surface of a volleyball and tracing patterns of strategies in his mind with every touch. Though for Koutarou, he would learn to give his 120% into something like volleyball once again. Even for just a moment.

One toss turns into two, then three, then four, then a constant loop of tossing and spiking until the only thing both of them can feel is the weight of nostalgia on their arms.

“HEY HEY HEY!”

From the ground and after a moment’s worth of recovery, Keiji looks up to see Koutarou. The familiar gesture of a Bokuto Beam formed in an instant. Though, Koutarou isn’t pointing at the arena, nor is he pointing at the camera. He’s pointing at Keiji.

In a half-kneeling position or the likes, Koutarou offers a Bokuto Beam, not for an audience, not for the media, but for the world.

His world.

On cue, Keiji leans a little back, his hand rests against his heart. The Bokuto Beam shooting through and its sender capturing it all at once.

Keiji laughs, Koutarou follows in suite, approaching Keiji to peck a small kiss to his cheek.

In this moment between them both, Keiji thinks to himself, it’s always been them. Wearing the Fukurodani uniform or not, taking similar paths or going different ways, it’s always been them in the end.

Setter and spiker.

The world and the star.

Keiji Akaashi and Koutarou Bokuto.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter how many changes that come their way, the two of them have been together to face each and every one, the protagonists of the world.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Just one Island…Watch it fall: Part 3.

*With his blades spinning in his hands, Akira takes steps towards the group of girls.

I’ll say it one more time...Stop resisting and give up your people.

You say that...but you’re not so sure of your chances against us, are you?

...!

Not only are we the Remnants of Despair, but we’re also Ultimate's. Those two alone make us extremely unpredictable. And this is hardly the first time we’ve taken down Ultimate Despair Agents.

How can you hope to stop us when you’re not even sure of what it is we’re going to do?

This isn’t just about trying to stop you getting to our friends! It’s also about not letting you leave this island in one piece!

We dedicate our lives to destroying the despair that we unwittingly brought unto the world. We are not going to allow you and Organization Zetsubou to bring it back into ruin.

Kehehe...Haha...!

HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAH! *WHEEZE!* KEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

WH-What the hell!? What’s so funny!?

Nothing, it’s just...! I can see why it is Narumi gets so excited over the prospects of fights now! I’m glad you’re so determined to give it your all! Anything less would be BORING!

That said...You’re still not gonna defeat me...!

I wouldn’t be so sure. Without that stupid hoola hoop of yours, you don’t have anything to take us down with. Look at you! You’re just skin and bones!

And we’ve got Mahiru’s camera and hacking guns to disable it!

*sigh* Yeah, that’s kinda annoying. That camera’s certainly a unique lil’ tool. And that’s why...

Wha-HAAAH!

MAHIRU!?

She’s gonna be the FIRST to die!

*Against anyone’s expectations, two pieces of the ring suddenly circle back around and piece Mahiru’s shoulders, rocketing her straight up in the air! Akira also launches himself upward after her with his ring pieces carrying him.

WOOOH!

UGH! AAOUGH!

*SMASH!*

*Akira punches Mahiru round the face, then uses his weapon to send them flying into the distance. They crash into the second island library.

But you’re not gonna be the last...

Negh!

*Mahiru smacks Akira away and rushes down the alley.

Where are you going!?

Yah!

*Mahiru ducks as the pieces of the ring barely hit her, slicing through her short hair.

HHNNGH!

*She grabs a nearby bookshelf and thrusts whole weight into it, causing them to topple over like dominos.

Really!?

*Akira reassembles the hoop and slices through the bookshelves like they’re paper.

ACK! YEAAAAAAGH!

*The hoops pieces hook themselves to Mahiru again and launch her through the library ceiling. In the distance, Peko and the others make their way as fast as they can over to her.

This is bad! He’s going to kill her!

What do we do!?

...!

Don’t worry...! She knows what she’s doing!

Huh?

*ZZZZRRRK!*

*Akira basically slices the whole library to ribbons, and as Mahiru falls, she rolls on top of the falling debris. While she’s airborne, Akira flies in as fast as he can.

Let’s end this!

*catch!*

!!!?

And now...

*WHOOSH!*

SAY CHEESE!

*SNAP!*

OH SHIIIIIT!

*Akira doesn’t see it coming. He goes in for a punch, but Mahiru catches his fist. He then maneuvers himself behind her, but Mahiru predicts this attack, whirls around and snaps him with her camera. Akira’s weapon is immediately disabled and they both fall a long way to the ground.

CATCH ME CATCH ME CATCH ME!

HOOYAH!

*Peko leaps into the air and catches Mahiru before she smashes to the ground.

*CRAASSH!*

AAHAAGH!

*Akira isn’t so lucky. He falls into a pile of rubble and the pieces of his ring clatter to the ground beside him.

I told you! Without that weapon, you’re NOTHING!

Nggrgh...! You...bitch...!

Sorry!? I can’t hear you! Stand up and say that to my face you loser!

Yeah! Where was all that bravado you had before!? Was that all a failed attempt at intimidation!?

You act all sure and casual about everything, but it doesn’t make you mature! In fact you’re quite the opposite! Like an overconfident egotistic little brat.

...!

*The pieces finally regain energy and they reassemble back into swords. Akira grabs them and they pull him to his feet.

Talk as much shit as you want...! You’re not gonna-

*SLASH!*

ECK!

I’m sorry? What were you saying?

Hngh!

...!

*Before Akira can launch himself forward, Peko jumps towards him and slices him across the chest. Akira briefly clutches his wound then throws his blades at Peko, who dodges both of them.

*POW!* *POW!*

!!??

*WHAM!*

UGH!

Do us all a favor and GO DOWN ALREADY!

*After Peko dodges the swords, Hiyoko shoots both of them with the hacking gun, sending them clattering to the ground in pieces. Defenseless because being unable to recall them, Akira cannot block an ensuing kick to the ribs from the kimono-clad dancer.

HEEE!

!!!

*Akira then reaches up and has to push into Mikan, as she brings a huge syringe down upon him.

I don’t care who or what you are! I’m not gonna be satisfied until I run this jab through you!

You think I’m scared of some little girl with some giant ass syringe!?

MIKAN! GET BACK!

HAAH!

*With Ibuki’s shout, Mikan jumps back in time to avoid Akira recalling his ring.

Where are-!?

*SMASH!*

AHACK!

*CRASH!* *BASH!* *BANG!*

*As Akira lurches to his feet, Ibuki goes crazy on him, smacking him in the face and body with her guitar weapon.

You might think you’re above everyone else, but you’re just like all the other boys.

You think you’re special, or that you’ve got some special power, but I’ve never fought a real battle a day in my life, and I could STILL kick your ass!

Why you-!

*SNAP!*

!!!??

*Mahiru once again disables Akira’s ring before he can attack Ibuki with it.

Nice one Mahiru!

*SMASH!*

AHACK!

Pekoyama Art...KIERU!

*SLASH!*

GAAGH! YAAAAGH! AH!?

Mikan!

GOT IT!

*SPAT!!*

AAHCK!

*Everything happens too fast. Ibuki gives another wallop to Akira, and sends him flying. While he’s soaring through the air, Peko readies her blade and gives Akira another hard slash with it. When steadying himself, Hiyoko suddenly ties his hands behind his back with a ribbon and then kicks him forward, allowing Mikan to stab him in the leg with her needle! Akira collapses on the floor.

Hnggh...GAGH!

...

*He tries to get up, but Mahiru stamps on his chest and pins him to the ground.

Go ahead. Call back that weapon of yours. I dare you to.

...

*Akira looks around as Peko, Ibuki, Mikan, Hiyoko and Mahiru all loom over him.

*sigh* Hehehehe...

*He lets his head hang back.

I got my ass beat by a buncha girls...Narumi’ll never let me hear the end of this...

I gotta admit. I know I was talking a lot of smack, but that was seriously a lot easier than I thought it’d be.

Yeah, for the final boss, that was pretty easy.

I don’t like it. Is this really the same threat that killed Fujimori and is trying to take over the world?

Rub salt in my wound why don’t you? And I’ll have you know it’s the boss that’s the one trying to take over the world and make this Killing Game happen.

By “the boss” you mean Tsumugi Shirogane, don’t you?

If you don’t care about her killing game, why are you still helping her with it?

What the hell else am I supposed to do? Go back to trolling Reddit and Twitter users? Nah...This is way more fun...

...Fun...?

Hm? GAAHACK!

Mikan!

*Mikan suddenly runs her syringe through Akira’s chest. She on purposefully misses his heart or lungs, but he still feels the pain.

You disrupt the lives of innocent people just for fun and games? Are you serious!?

Oh come now...as ex-terrorists, you gotta *SPLUTTER!* admit there’s...merit to wrecking shit, don’t ya?

Are you BEGGING to be killed!?

Not really...Dying...sucks...Still though, even if I do somehow die here, no one’s gonna care. It’s not like my role here matters.

Wh-What does that mean?

There’s something you girls got wrong...

*Akira suddenly points to the sky.

I...am not the final boss...

!!?

EVERYONE GET BACK-!

*CRAASSSSH!!!

*SCREAMING!*

*A massive impact suddenly bursts down from the sky and blows the whole group backwards!

HUP! HAH! YAH!

Hajime! Nekomaru!

*Before any of the girls can feel the impact, Hajime and Nekomaru suddenly arrive and catch them before they land.

Are you ok!?

eh...kinda...? Ibuki?

I teenk may brain jus commeeted sooside!

She’s fine.

Wh-What even WAS that?

Everyone get behind me.

...

*The dust cloud settles and the masked figure emerges from it.

Tsuchiya. Are you alright?

Hm...I dunno...

*He sarcastically looks down at his wounds.

No, I don’t think I am?

Then tag out. Stop waffling and go and complete your mission. Taking these guys out was MY job.

Sorry...Got carried away...

There’s a secret passage underneath the island that leads to the docks. Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko are probably travelling through there. You can get inside it from the hotel.

!!!??

H-How did he-!?

Oh sweet. Thanks man.

*Akira picks himself up with his rings, and then flies through the sky towards the hotel.

Oh no you don’t!

*Mahiru aims with her camera, but before she can take a picture.

*WHAAAMMMM!!*

!!!!!!???

MAHIRUUUU!!!

*The man in the mask rushes forward and delivers a huge kick straight Mahiru’s jaw! She rockets straight into the brick rubble and is taken out immediately! The figure flips back through the air.

Sorry, but this was all part of the contract. Now tell me, who would like to step up next?

!!!??

*Everyone else is left speechless and motionless faced with the sheer presence of the masked man.

As I thought...You might all be talented and powerful, but you’re ALL cowards. You never use your abilities for the right purpose when it matters.

...You’re wrong...That sort of thing only applies to me...!

Hm?

*Hajime nods to Mikan, who rushes over to Mahiru and tends to her wounds, digging her out of the rubble. Hajime turns back to Nagito.

Mahiru created that special weapon so that she could utilize her talent in a way that no one else would ever even think of. You’re WRONG to say that she’s too shallow with her usage of it!

The same goes for Ibuki! And Mikan! And everyone else! You have no right to call any of them cowards, especially when you hide behind that stupid mask and won’t show your face!

Go on! I dare you to take it off! Show us EXACTLY what you’ve become...! Nagito Komaeda!

*Dead silence fills the air after Hajime’s proclamation.

N-...Nagi...to?

You’re saying that that man...is Nagito...?

Hajime figured it out almost instantly...I couldn’t believe it myself.

...You’re naturally pretty perceptive...That much I’ll give you...Unless you’re just relying on those Ultimate Talents of yours.

But...WHY Nagito? Why would you sign up with Organization Zetsubou!? They’re evil, and they stand for everything you oppose!

Who are you to tell me what I do and don’t oppose!? It’s not out of the question that people would grow and evolve, and turn their backs on old ideals. In fact, ever since I met YOU, everything I’ve ever stood for has come into question!

*He points at Hajime.

And you can’t accept that, can you?

Let’s just say this isn’t me falling into Despair...It’s my own special version of finding Hope...You want to see me take off the mask Hinata? Well, don’t start crying when you don’t like what you see...

*Nagito removes his armor and his helmet.

...

*Hajime staggers backwards. His worst fears proving to have become very real in an instant...

No...you’re...you’re kidding me...!

I don’t...believe this...!

I know you must think very lowly of me for this...But do you recall what it is that I despised about you most Hajime Hinata? It’s the very fact that through thick and thin...

You and I have always been the same...!

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The Iwaizumi House

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"Hello." Iwaizumi lifted a hand in greeting. "I am the father of cheeky, 27-month-old triplets, Hayato, Jiro and Kosuke. I'm Iwaizumi Hajime." He bowed down a little in greeting to the interviewers.

Iwaizumi sat up, mind still in a daze. He looked to his left and right and counted one, two, three. Good. All three boys are still asleep. It grew as a habit for him to count his children everytime he wakes up in the morning, fearing that one of them might crawl off. He sighed and scratched at his head as he stetched out his body.

"They're such angels when they sleep...," he muttered to himself. "Once they get up, it will be chaos." He stood up and stretched a little bit more. Just as he was about to step out the door, he sensed movement from one of the triplets. He looked back and it was Kosuke, the youngest.

Smiling to himself, he walked back to where Kosuke laid and leaned down to get closer to him. Iwaizumi was feeling a little bit playful, so he braced himself on his hands and held his body straight. He started doing push-ups. As he went down he gave Kosuke's supple cheeks a kiss.

The small child wiggled at the ticklish feeling. He held out his arm and subconsciously tried to grab on to Iwaizumi's shoulder. When he finally did, Kosuke pulled his father close, letting himself succumb to sleep in the warmth of Iwaizumi's body.

When Kosuke was asleep again, Iwaizumi stood up once more and headed for the kitchen. He started pulling out ingredients from the cabinets and the refrigerator—rice, egg, spring onions, corn, seasonings and some fish. He started mixing them all into a big wok .

Just as he was cooking, back in the bedroom, Kosuke finally roused himself awake. He blinked his eyes open and whined at the absence of his dad. He rolled onto his front so that he could sit himself up. Still feeling a little disoriented, he called out for his dad.

Iwaizumi heard the call and rushed back into the room. He saw Kosuke, still groggy with sleep. Tiptoeing lightly on the futons on the padded floor, he picked up the little boy in his arms and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Kosuke giggled, kissing Iwaizumi on the nose. This made him smile and he carried his son out to the living room.

"What's that?" Kosuke pointed behind Iwaizumi who turned around and saw that he was pointing to the cameraman set up in the living room.

"What is that?" Iwaizumi just repeated back.

"Dinosaur." Kosuke proudly stated. This made his dad chuckle. He was set down on the floor and he slowly approached the 'dinosaur.' Iwaizumi headed back to the kitchen to continue his breakfast preparations.

Kosuke peered inside the small window of the makeshift house and saw the uncle that sat inside. He gave him a cheeky smile before clapping his hands. Just as he looked away, he noticed another 'dinosaur' on the other side of the room. He eyed it warily. He took a few steps and noticed that the dinosaur head moved. Kosuke tentatively moved further to his left and, still, the dinosaur followed him.

Backing away, he followed his dad to the kitchen. He knew that if the dinosaur decided to 'attack' him, his father will come to his rescue. Kosuke noticed that Iwaizumi was standing by the stove. He knew what that meant for him and his brothers.

"Food! food, food, food, food!"

Iwaizumi glanced at Kosuke and chuckled to himself when he saw him dancing at the thought of food. It reminded him of you. You would do a dance like that everytime you had dinner dates; even convenience store dates.

"I'll cook as quick as I can, okay bud?"

Back in the room, because of Kosuke's screams for food, the eldest of the three woke up. Hayato rubbed at his eyes when he noticed the tiny house set up in their room. He pushed the blankets away from his body, doing his best to get up to investigate the small house.

He was only able to sit up before Iwaizumi came in the room and saw that he was awake. He had wnet back to the bedroom to check on the other two.

"Oh, who's this?" He leaned down and picked up Hayato in his arms. Like he did with Kosuke, he gave a kiss to Hayato's cheek. The small baby smiled wide at the affection. He then pointed to the small house in the room.

"Papa, what's that?"

Iwaizumi hummed in acknowledgement but he didn't answer Hayato's question as he was focused on Kosuke entering the kitchen alone. He pulled on the back of Kosuke's shirt and then securing the baby fence so that he couldn't enter the kitchen.

Hayato was placed down on the living room floor and he immediately took notice of the vacuum cleaner near the couch. He took interest in it. He tried pulling and pushing at it, just like how he saw you use it to clean their room. His dad saw that he was struggling, so he decided to help.

"Want to clean the house, Hayato?" Iwaizami took hold of the vacuum, pressing the on button one time, making it hiss to life before going silent again. He repeated the action, and everytime the vacuum would turn on, his son would step back in fright—which gave him an idea.

"Run Hayato!" He pointed the and of the vacuum close to Hayato and pressed the button. The boy squealed in the delight, running around the living room whilst his father chased him around.

The middle child of the triplets, and the last to wake up is Jiro. He was roused awake by the sound of the vacuum cleaner. He quietly sat himself up and he walked up to the doorway. The baby fence that was set up there hindered him from going into the living room. He saw how his brothers were busy with the weird-looking houses, just like the one in their bedroom right now.

He eyed it warily. He felt a little uncomfortable with it so he turned back to the living room hoping that any of his brothers would notice him. His dad, who had his back to him, placed the vacuum on the opposite corner of the room—where Hayato won't notice it—and returned to the kitchen to prepare servings of breakfast.

Hayato and Kosuke squealed and ran around the living room, laughing at the sight of the dinosaurs following them. They hopped onto the couch and played on top of it. Jiro looked at his brothers with a pout on his face, sad that he was missing out on all the fun. When Hayato climbed down from the couch he saw Jiro standing by the fence.

"What's that?" Hayato pointed to Jiro. Iwaizumi glanced at him and saw his outstretched finger. He stopped what he was doing and approached him to check it out.

"Oh! Look who's finally awake."

Iwaizumi opened the baby fence and Jiro walked out quietly. He couldn't help but ruffle the small hairs on Jiro's head. "Good morning buddy." He leaned down and pecked the top of his head. He watched his three kids come together, sighing to himself.

"Good. You're all awake." Realization hit him. "You're all awake...," he said more to himself, realizing the weight of his statement.

"Go on and show your respects." He held all three boys on his lap and urged them to bow in front of the interviewers. Jiro sat on his right thigh while Hayato and Kosuke were on the other.

"This is Hayato." Iwaizumi ruffled the said boy's head. Hayato just kept staring at the various cameras in front of them. Just as he was about to introduce his second child, someone interrupted.

"This one here is—"

"Kosuke!"

"Oh!" Iwaizumi let out a sound of surprise. "Good job on introducing yourself!" Kosuke ate up his father's praise, giggling in delight. Iwaizumi kissed his cheek. He turned to his right and gestured to Jiro.

"This one is Jiro. Say hi and take a bow." Jiro wasn't actually paying attention to his dad. At the start of the interview, he had been showing his charms to the camers by smiling at them and lifting a hand out in a wave. He had his head tilted to the side because he recalls you gushing over at how cute he looked when he did it.

The three boys squirmed on Iwaizumi's lap, each paying attention to different things: Jiro kept waving and making faces at the cameraman, Hayato wanted to play with the toys at one side of the set and, Kosuke kept latching unto Iwaizumi for affection.

"Alright, say 'bye' now." Iwaizumi urged but the triplets just ignored him. Kosuke was starting to whine and groan affecting his two brothers who were getting cranky as well. Not wanting to experience a tantrum, their father set them down from his lap and the boys rushed around the set.

Iwaizumi lets out a deep breath.

"It's amazing how Hayato acts like the eldest. Maybe he knew when he was born." Iwaizumi chuckled, scratching at his cheek. "He keeps his brothers out of trouble and always looks out for them when they're playing. He also eats the most.

Jiro oftentimes gets jealous. Like how a second child acts. He sometimes gets bullied by Hayato and Kosuke, which I always scold them for," he crossed his arms over his chest, "But he still remains cheeky and charming." He sat up straighter for the camera.

"For the youngest, Kosuke, he's very... free-spirited." Iwaizumi chuckled. "He's the troublemaker of the three and he's mostly the reason why we have rules in the house." He suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and he saw that it was a text message from you.

Hajime, you have to stick it alone for 48 hours...I know you can do it but I'm really worried for you. I could drop by for an hour or two before getting back to work, if you like?

Iwaizumi chuckled to himself. "Even though she said that I can do it, I feel like she thinks I really can't."

"C'mon, let's eat." Iwaizumi approached the three of them riding their toy cars. He held Jiro by the arm, urging him to get off of the toy car. Hayato didn't need to be told twice. He got up and went to kitchen and climbed on one of the high chairs, situating himself while patiently waiting for his father.

"Oh! That's a good boy, Hayato. Thank you." Iwaizumi turned back to the other two, putting his hands on his waist, asserting authority. "Jiro. Kosuke. It's time to eat. You can play after." Kosuke just laughed at his dad and went under the table. Iwaizumi just shook his head and carried Jiro, bringing him to the kitchen by force. He sat him down beside Hayato and went back to Kosuke.

"Kosuke, it's time to eat breakfast. Your brothers are hungry, c'mon." Iwaizumi ducked under the table, reaching out for the small child. Kosuke pulled away from him not wanting to eat breakfast at all. Iwaizumi didn't want to do it, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. He pulled on Kosuke's arm, just firm enough to get him out of the table but not too hard to hurt him.

Kosuke tried squirming away from Iwaizumi to no avail. His dad carried him in his arms and took him to the kitchen where the others were. When Kosuke saw his brothers, he calmed down and complied when he was sat down on his high chair.

Iwaizumi stood in front of them. "Hayato. Jiro. Kosuke." His voice was serious and strict, which caught the triplets' attention. "For the next forty-eight hours, it's just gonna be the four of us...," he let out a shaky breath, "Please be good to me." He bowed in front of the three. They only stared in wonder at their father, not really understanding the meaning of his actions. Iwaizumi just laughed.

He got a cup and poured it with water. He then distributed the water to each of the little boys, carfeully putting his palm under their chins just in case the water runs over. After that he placed their bibs carefully around their necks.

"Alright, now for the next thirty minutes," Iwaizumi picked up the egg timer you bought and twisted it to '30,' "It's eating time. Especially you, Kosuke." He eyed the boy. "Don't take more than thirty minutes. You all have to eat within that time. If you don't finish it, it's mine."

As Iwaizumi was explaining this to them, he prepared their breakfast trays of fried rice—a mixture of eggs and fish with green onions—and a small bowl of vegetable soup. He gave Kosuke's tray first followed by Hayato's then Jiro's.

Hayato and Kosuke started eating their portions. Iwaizumi got himself a small plate of the rice and a step stool. He set it in front of Hayato, who was sitting in the middle. He then pulled Jiro and Kosuke to his sides. The crane-wing formation he had managed to pull off made it easier for him to look over each child.

As usual, Hayato has the biggest appetite of the three. He was scooping a spoonful of his food and sharing it all in his mouth in one go.

"Hayato eat slowly, please." Iwaizumi took a bite of his own cooking and pursed his lips when he realized that the taste wasn't half bad. He took another one. He glanced to his left where Jiro was looking apprehensively at his food.

"What's wrong, Jiro?" His dad scooped up some rice and held it to him. The child slowly opened his mouth, finally taking a bite. He realized that it tasted good. Jiro held out his spoon and nudged it towards Iwaizumi.

"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?" Jiro kept nudging his spoon towards him. He grumbled a little, not knowing how to tell his father to feed him. Iwaizumi picked it up and fed him another spoonful. He wanted them all to learn how to eat by themselves but he always had a little difficulty with Jiro. I need to find a better technique, he thought.

"What's that?" Kosuke pointed to his right.

"That's a microwave oven."

The Iwaizumi men ate in silence, with the occassional remark from their dad that they were eating well and also to chew slowly.

"Papa, food!" Hayato pointed to Iwaizumi's untouched food. Leave it to Hayato to always look out after their dad. Iwaizumi thanked him and took bites of his food, making Hayato smile. All three kids continued to focus on their eating. It was only a few more minutes before Hayato cleared out his tray.

"Good job, Hayato!" Iwaizumi took his tray to the sink and helped him remove his bib. He gave Hayato a sip of water before helping him out of his chair. "Since you finished first, you can go ahead and play."

Hayato skipped in his step as he went back to his toy car and rode it around the living room. When he noticed the vaccumm cleaner at the corner, he immediately went to it. For some reason, he found a huge interest in the small machine despite being scared to death when it was turned on.

He approached it cautiously. He poked the long body and when nothing happened, he moved closer. He hopped off his car. He started fiddling with the handle of the vacumm. He managed open the latch containing the filter and he leaned in closer to inspect it.

Meanwhile back in the kitchen, Iwaizumi was still helping Jiro eat. "Jiro, ah! Jiro, say ah!" He urged him to open his mouth. Glancing to the living room, there was no glimpse of Hayato anywhere.

"Hayato? Where are you? You get in trouble when you're quiet. Receiving no response, he called out to him again, "Hayato!"

The boy scurried away from the vacuum and got back on his car. He rolled past the entryway of the kitchenn—blocked by a fence—seeing his father's gaze directed towards him. He smiled at Iwaizumi brightly, pretending as if nothing happened. His dad only revised an eyebrow whilst shaking his head.

"We've noticed you have a lot of fences around the house. Why is that?"

"We need to have fences." Iwaizumi's eyes widened slightly in emphasis. "One time we left the door open—I think it was Hayato?," he had finger to his chin in thought, "You know how the kitchen drawers open up? He made steps out of those and he started climbing them.

My wife spilt boiling water once, also. But they weren't hurt because the fence blocked them." He put a hand on his chest. " We can't watch the kids twenty-four hours a day. The fences help keep them safe."

Breakfast continued with Jiro finishing just as the egg timer rang off. This startled Kosuke seeing as he still has half of his portion. He was busy singing and making his father laugh during breakfast that he forgot to take bites.

"It's already thirty minutes. Kosuke you have to stay for five more minutes. Jiro, you can play with Hayato." Iwaizumi helped him out of his high chair and down on the floor. He opened the fence to let him out to the living room. When Iwaizumi stood in front if the youngest, Kosuke had a small pout matched with shimmering, pleading eyes. His dad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"If you take five more bites for me, then I'll let you out."

Almost immediately, Kosuke did as he was told, making Iwaizumi smile. When he was done, he was given some water before being freed from his bib and high chair. As the triplets started playing, their father started stacking the trays and eating whatever leftovers were left on their plates. He decided he would do the dishes later.

Iwaizumi headed to the bathroom, and got three toothbrushes—green, blue and red. He sat on the living room floor, calling out to Kosuke. "It's time to brush your teeth." Instantly, Kosuke stomped his feet and whined. Iwaizumi gave a stern look before the youngest complied. He lay Kosuke on the floor in between his outstretched legs.

After putting on a small amount of baby toothpaste, he carefully pried Kosuke's mouth open and started brushing. The child didn't retaliate which was unexpected from him. Aside from the occassional whine and the anxious rubbing of his small feet, Iwaizumi found it easy.

"Good boy, Kosuke. I'm almost done brushing your teeth." Iwaizumi said. Beside him, Hayato was already dreading his turn. He was crying and begging his father to not brush his teeth. "What's the matter, Hayato? We need to clean your teeth. Look at Kosuke." This only made Hayato cry louder, laying his head on his father's shoulder.

When Kosuke was done—who rushed back to his car to play—Hayato just shook his head at his dad. "This will be over in a second. Come here." Iwaizumi laid him in between his legs as well, readying his toothbrush. Despite being terrified, Hayato didn't flinch much but his tears still fell down silently accompanied by his whimpers. Iwaizumi knows how uncomfortable brushing is for kids so he made it his goal to do it as quick as possible.

When Hayato was done, Iwaizumi called for Jiro. He was met with silence. He called for him again but nothing happened. Standing up, he checked their bedroom and noticed that it was empty. He found it odd since the only open rooms as of the moment is the living room and bedroom.

He noticed he small house of the cameraman wiggling and he knew where Jiro was. He approached the house and he saw his son crouched down beside the cameraman. "What are you doing there? C'mon, we need to clean your teeth too." He led Jiro to the living room and when he sat down on the floor, Jiro started a tantrum. He stomped his feet and screamed.

"Hey!" Iwaizumi eyed him carefully, face serious. "Don't do that. C'mon." He sat him in between his legs once more and carefully laid him down. Jiro squirmed and kicked his legs. Because of this he accidentally bumped his head on the floor with a firm thud.

"Sh—," Iwaizumi stopped himself from cursing, "You have to be careful." He put his hand under Jiro's head, rubbing it to soothe the pain. Jiro continued to cry. With his little boy focused on his head, Iwaizumi seized the moment and strategically tried brushing Jiro's teeth.

The child cried louder and pushed away his father's hands. "C'mon Jiro, we're almost done." Iwaizumi pulled Jiro's arms away from his face and pinned them down with his legs. He really didn't want to do this but he needs to get things done. He made sure to not press on to Jiro's arm too hard so as to not hurt him. As Jiro cried, his dad did his best to distract him.

"Papa...," Jiro wailed, "It hurts."

"Aww, it hurts? Who hurt you, huh? Tell me." Iwaizumi struggled, but managed to finish the task. "Alright. All done." He lifted his legs, releasing Jiro's arms. The child clambered to his feet and walked away from his dad, wiping at his tears. "Good boy, Jiro." He said to him as the child walked away and started playing with his car again.

Hayato, who was still crying and sniffling, hopped onto his dad's lap and wrapped his tiny arms around his body as best as he could.

"Papa, hug me...," Hayato nuzzled his face. He was still upset about getting his teeth brushed. His mouth still feels tingly to him and he just wants to be comforted by his papa, who was also the reason why he was feeling that way.

Iwaizumi sighed, ruffling his hair. "We still have a lot to do. This was just breakfast." He whispered to himself.

"Papa...," Hayato whined once more. He pouted up at him and reached for his father's face. Iwaizumi sighed in defeat. Besides you, he was always weak for his sons' pouts. He adjusted Hayato's position on his lap, letting the child lay comfortably on his lap; his head resting on his broad shoulder. He gave him head pats and a kiss on the forehead to calm him down.

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tros tags: @plump-peach

A/N: AND HERE IT IS! I am so sorry for the delay on this. I actually had trouble to locate the intro vid of the triplets. And I didn't want to release something made half-assed. But heyyy! It's finally here! Original dad for the triplets was Akaashi just because I wanted to test how Akaashi would handle 3 bubbly boys, but then I couldn't find it in myself to do it to him. Hence, Iwaizumi swoops in! I mean, with Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Atheltic Trainer, triplets will probably be the hardest workout he'll do.

03.29.2021

#b writes #tros #haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x raeder #iwaizumi #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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beatlesdumpsterfire · 3 years

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Prompt: John Lennon is the greatest, manliest, edgiest alpha male musician ever.

Let it be known unto the people that John Lennon is the greatest, manliest, edgiest alpha male musician ever.

These were the words that John Lennon repeated to himself every single day. There was no denying it: he was one sexy-ass motherfucker. So sexy, in fact, that he knew he could sweep the frickin Queen off her feet. It would be impossible for her to resist his alpha male manly-man charm.

While John repeated his mantra into the mirror of their dressing room before one of their gigs, the rest of his bandmates watched behind him, frowning with concern.

“He hasn’t always been this way, has he?” Ringo asked in a hushed tone.

“No, he’s always been a cocky lad,” Paul murmured. “He’s just letting it consume him now.”

“I think the camera crew may need to put up a warning before showing me handsome face on the tele tonight,” John turned to face his band members. “Otherwise all the birds will be pregnant in no time.”

This was a genuine concern for John to have, carrying the weight of being the greatest, manliest, edgiest alpha male musician ever. It was a stressful title to hold, but John knew that he was the only one on the planet who could do it. This was his purpose, his raison d’etre. And plus, edgy, manly, alpha males can’t complain. It’s not in their DNA.

“I think you may need an intervention,” George said slowly.

John let out a hearty chuckle and turned back to the mirror to admire his gorgeous cheekbones once more.

“That’s a good one, George,” he replied. “Especially since interventions are for the weak. And I’m not weak. I’m anything but weak. I’m an alpha. A manly, manly alpha. And I’m edgy. I smoke six cigarettes at once just because I can. The air isn’t good enough for my lungs.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too far, John?” Paul begged.

“I exceed the limit on everything I do simply because I am the best,” John stated. “It’s not something I can help, it’s merely reality and, if you can’t accept that, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

Away from John, Paul, George, and Ringo reconvened.

“I think we need to humble him down,” Ringo conspired.

“That should do the trick,” Paul agreed.

“But how?” George asked. “He’s got the biggest head I’ve ever seen, I don’t know how his neck supports it.”

“We just have to tell him the harsh truth,” Paul decided.

“Yes,” Ringo nodded, “that his shoes look stupid.”

“That’s a start,” Paul said. They fanned out from their circle, facing John once more, and George called out to catch his attention. John rolled his eyes in the mirror because they were interrupting something really important and turned back around.

“What?” he asked. Paul nudged Ringo in the side, nearly making him lose his balance, and Ringo fumbled for his words.

“Your shoes are stupid,” he finally said. John raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry to see you projecting your insecurities onto me, Ringo,” he responded coolly. “I understand that you’re jealous, and that’s alright. I know you’ll move past it eventually.”

“This is gonna be harder than we thought,” George grumbled.

“Mick Jagger has more musk than you,” Paul tried. While that slowed John down for a second, he was able to bounce back quickly.

“If you call that musk, then you smell like a candy store,” John retorted. Paul’s shoulders sagged.

“When was the last time you actually shagged a bird?” George asked.

“Last night,” John said too quickly. “Tell your mother she was lovely.”

“Oh god,” Paul groaned out.

Each attempt they made to bring John down only made him stronger. He could sense their growing frustration but, more than anything, he wanted them to continue on. His ego was off the charts and he was in euphoria.

But, to his dismay, they had all thrown in the towel.

“I walked straight into that one,” George murmured to the ground. “I don’t want to say anything else stupid.”

“He called my shoes stupid,” Ringo agreed.

Paul looked at John with sad eyes and heaved out a sigh.

“I’m gonna get some fresh air. See ya on stage, John.”

"Fresh air is for the weak," John called to Paul as he left.

With shaking heads, George and Ringo trailed behind Paul, leaving John in the room alone.

“You’ve done it again, Lennon,” John whispered to himself. “The last man standing, because you are the best, the greatest, supreme.”

And then he leaned forward and kissed his reflection in the mirror right on the lips with so much passion, Narcissus would be jealous.

The sexy bastard deserved it.

#beatles ask #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #my apologies to anyone who is following me #this is the last one #I promise

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Grounded: Level 8

Level 7 | Level 9

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs @yunapixie @rindomo @sleeping-hero-of-procastination

A/N: This chapter includes fake character idol profiles so please don’t attack me that your face isn’t there. No, I am not glorifying the fact that only korean girls are pretty, but this is in fact the most culturally accurate account of a fake profile I can create given the context.

WI5HES (위셔스) is a South Korean girl group under HYBE (previously known as BigHit Ent.). The group currently consists of Ju Rin, l/n, Ga Hyun, So Eun and Min Jung. WI5HES debuted on March 15, 2021 under HYBE. They are HYBE’s first girl group since 2014.

Stage Name: Ju Rin

Birthname: Wang Ju Rin

Position: Leader, Lead Vocalist, Sub-Rapper

Birthday: May 10, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 167cm (5′5)

Weight: 48kg (106 lbs)

Blood Type: A+

Stage Name: l/n y/n

Birthname: y/n

Position: Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Sub-Vocalist

Birthday: June 15, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Height: 164cm (5′4)

Weight: 49kg (108 lbs)

Blood Type: O

Stage Name: Ga Hyun

Birthname: Choi Ga Hyun

Position: Lead Vocalist, Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Visual

Birthday: October 25, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 170cm (5′6)

Weight: 51kg (112 lbs)

Blood Type: O

Stage Name: So Eun

Birthname: Kang So Eun

Position: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist, Center

Birthday: November 5, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 172cm (5′6)

Weight: 50kg (110 lbs)

Blood Type: B

Stage name: Min Jung

Birthname: Gwang Min Jung

Position: Main Vocalist, Lead Rapper, maknae

Birthday: August 15, 2003

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 163cm (5′3)

Weight: 46kg (101 lbs)

Blood Type: AB

“Five is better than three, annyeonghaseyo, WI5HES-ibnida!” The echo of your introduction rings through the dressing room, backstage of the MCountdown stage. It draws goosebumps from your arms and your back. Min Jung grits her teeth, attempting to contain her anxiety when she sees herself on stage through the recording for the first time.

So Eun’s sobbing into Ju Rin’s shoulder, and Ga Hyun has her phone out, randomly snapping photos of So Eun’s slightly smudged make-up.

“Yah, haven’t you taken enough?” Ju Rin wraps the rim of Ga Hyun’s phone with her palm, covering the camera, unable to contain her grin.

“Aw, come on!” Ga Hyun pouts, retracting her phone and wiping the lens with her sleeve. “It’s not everyday we get to debut.”

Knock Knock

“Who is it?” Ju Rin cranes her neck behind her, nodding for Min Jung to get the door. Already halfway down a bow, Min Jung opens the door to reveal a strange mixture of Hyunjin, I.N, Soobin, Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

“Oh, annyeonghaseyo,” Min Jung’s reflexes are to greet Hyunjin and I.N first.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” Hyunjin and I.N bow to the lot of you, and suddenly everybody’s bowing. “Congratulations on your debut!”

Ju Rin releases So Eun to receive the adorable box of cupcakes from Hyunjin and I.N.

“Chan-hyung and the others send their regards. They couldn’t be here today for a separate schedule.”

“Oh, we’re not the ones you should be reporting this to,” Ga Hyun snickers, pulling away from what looks like a handshake routine with Beomgyu. Eyes turn to you, forcing the blush on your cheeks to be of natural effect and not the make-up.

After the scandal with Yeonjun, things died down relatively quickly. More pictures of you training with the other members were released, diluting the idea that you and Yeonjun were dating. Furthermore, there was no other evidence of you and Yeonjun going out on secret dates that the company didn’t know about.

But of course, WI5HES and TXT know about Minho’s confession, and needless to say, they had to be reeled back under control.

“My God, it’s like you want Lee Know hyung to pass out from jealousy,” Hyunjin’s eyes narrow with mischief, holding out his phone screen to you.

“What? Why would he be jealous? There’s not a single person on that page that’s a threat to him,” Scrolling through the pictures absent-mindedly, you scorn at his baseless remark.

“He’ll be jealous solely from the fact that you look good in your photos,” Jeongin sucks on the upper row of his teeth.

“I know,” A shy smile appears on your lips. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

“Eugh,” Hyunjin shudders, shoulders reaching his ears as he groans in disgust. “Glad I wasn’t around for that conversation.”

“Anyway, thank you all for coming by our Debut Stage today, but we gotta head back to BigHit to handle some new scheduling,” Ju Rin’s waving her hands, telling the girls to pack up and for TXT to help.

Walking past Sunmi, Chungha and other idols while you make your way out of the building felt so strange and alien, you almost couldn’t believe you were at the end of your first promotion. You were an idol now, and there was no going back. Everything you did, every move you made - would be under public scruntiny now, regardless of the reason, whether you liked it or not.

“Thank you!” The bodyguard nods at you as he shuts the door. Sat in the middle with Ju Rin to your right, and the three younger in the back, you can smell the odd mixture of perfume and that strange scent of new costumes and clothes. BigHit - no, HYBE - had invested so much into your costumes though they looked nothing like the price they cost.

Then again, half of you were wearing YSL pullovers and Dior jeans.

“You okay?”

“Hmm?” Turning your head as it leans against the headrest, your eyes meet Ju Rin’s. “Yeah, you? I’m surprised you haven’t cried yet.”

Ju Rin laughs under her breath, glancing out the window as the car starts. “Oh, believe me, I’ve cried. I just don’t do it infront of you guys.”

“Aw,” The sides of your lips curl downwards. There’s a pinch in your heart you can’t take, only because Ju Rin has to keep up such a strong facade for you and for the rest of her members. She’s responsible, and time and time again she reminds you why she was chosen to be leader. “You know you can cry infront of us. You don’t have to act or put up a strong front.”

“I know, but I wouldn’t be able to see you guys crying tears of... happiness if my vision is blurred out by my own, right?”

You can’t contain the scoff that runs out your throat, eyes darting to look at the city outside, now coated with the drizzle that’s blurring the city sights.

“Fucking full of shit,” You chuckle under your breath, unable to hide the smile that’s stretching across your face.

Ju Rin snickers and purses her lips, reaching her left hand out to you. Her hand is warm and soft (from all the moisturizer products she’s using - HYBE’s trying to get her some make-up CF already), but the smile on her face is more home than anything will ever be.

Time to count the number of days before the world is made your home. Tours, meeting new people, inspiring others with your love for performance and dance, the same way you were inspired into chasing a dream that you didn’t even think you had a chance of achieving. Some might say it’s unfair, how the chance fell unto your feet all so easily, like it had been planned. It’s unfair that of all the crew members to be scouted, you were the only one.

But that wasn’t your dream. At that point of time in your life, all you wanted was to fulfil your need to be perfect in dancing; to be by Minho’s side. So, in some way, fate had pulled you away from him instead.

He didn’t tell anybody he auditioned for Cube. He didn’t tell anybody he’d auditioned for JYP before that either, only for JYP to call him back to be part of that cursed show.

And before you knew it, you had lost the one thing you didn’t want to lose: Minho. It was heartbreaking, watching him live his life of a dream that he’d been chasing without you knowing in the first place. You couldn’t decide if you were angry with him for leaving you out of his happiness or if you had simply convinced yourself he had forgotten about you.

But you caught yourself tripping over your own feelings of hurt and love when you realise you started searching for some bit of Minho in someone else, and you were lucky it was Yeonjun. Yeonjun who had a pure heart and nothing but kindness.

The things that could’ve happened had you searched for a part of Minho in someone else who might’ve taken you for granted.

Minho made up for that heartbreak though, when Hyunjin had told him you were alone with Yeonjun, walking to some desolate part of the building but only spotted Yeonjun coming back alone. Minho, who at that point of time already known you a good three (or was it four?) years, knew you well enough to know that you were somewhere sobbing your eyes out.

His scent when he had his arms around you was stuck in your nostrils for days and weeks because that was just how long he had spent being away from you. You didn’t even know how much you missed his scent until it was in your system again.

The risk you both had chosen to take that fateful day when the scandal of you and Yeonjun was released was of astounding magnitude.

Who the Hell confesses their love to another celebrity, so close to their own debut date?

“You,” Minho trills, almost crumpling the Uno cards on the table. The tears in the corners of your eyes are threatening to dribble over your lids, but then Changbin is sitting behind you on the sofa, trying his best to hide his laughter through his gritted teeth. “We’ll see if the two of you can still laugh after this.”

Minho picks up twelve cards with a disproportionate amount of strength, the cards nearly being folded under his fingers.

“Yah- hyung!” Changbin yells and points at the cards, glaring at the elder.

“What? You complain about me damaging the cards as if you can’t afford a new deck yourself.”

“This is our fifth deck!” Changbin nearly screeches, and the exchange forces you to fall to your back at Changbin’s feet, your arm clutching your tummy from how much it hurt from your laughter.

“Oh my God!” The words are struggling to leave your voice box, between silent giggles. “This- this is your- oh, my God- this is your fifth deck?”

“We’ll need a sixth deck soon! Can you tell your man to be a little less aggressive?!” Changbin loses his patience and gets up, hands sweeping the cards off the table and plucking Minho’s set out from his hands.

“Yah!”

“‘Yah’,” Changbin’s distorted imitation of Minho calls for the elder to surge to his feet, suddenly towering over Changbin who cowers on the couch behind you. “Ah- Ah- OkAy, take your stupid cards back-”

“I’ll get you a new deck if I destroy this one, but first I gotta destroy you.”

The finger in your face goes unnoticed when you laugh again, stomach hurting from the aggressive giggling.

“My God, she’s lost it!” Minho sings sarcastically, holding his hands to his head with the cards still in his palm. “No, quick, Earth to y/n, come back so I can win!”

“Eugh,” Changbin groans and squints his eyes. Minho never says these kind of things, so when he does, it’s weird, and unlike of him to do so, making it ultra-

“CriNGe!!!!!” Hyunjin yells at the top of his voice as he exits his room and heads for the kitchen. “Just get a room already!”

“HYUNJIN!” Chan’s voice booms from elsewhere in the apartment.

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'Demon' Chapter 3 : For The Mission Bakugou x Fem!Reader (book 1)

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WARNINGS: Injury, bodily fluids, angst, SFW

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You knew running was a losing game, as speedy as you could be. He was saving his energy by using his mutation quirk for movement.

You pull loose a throwing knife from the holster on your side, keeping the blade bared outward to defend yourself as you take in your blurring surroundings. You make a turn, decidedly veering away from the direction of the bar you'd just left; the last thing you needed was for your pursuer to call in reinforcements that could teleport.

Despite sliding through sharp turns, you couldn't manage to get far enough ahead to fake him out. With the tough exoskeleton they possessed, he was easily driving his extra limbs into the walls and using them as leverage to fling himself forward--closing in on you much faster than you wanted.

"What is it little Demon?" He screeches, mandibles scratching and gnawing together as his mouth stretches open. "I thought you would be a much more riveting opponent than this!"

...Sometimes, you gotta give them what they want.

Mid-run, you locate a window going into an abandoned office building. Throwing your knife, it punctures the glass and leaves hair-line fractures across the surface--you can see the reflection of Sting's eyes within the shards as you thrust your weight into the opening.

In a circular motion, you manage to unsheathe one of the longer blades at your back and parry his limbs in the air before you're tumbling over the broken glass. It hurts, but you don't allow yourself to slow down. You roll back up, unsheathing the second blade with your free-hand as you crouch, ready to strike.

Now you at least had one advantage over him. More cover.

"Heh," he seems to hesitate, finally setting his body back upon solid ground as he evaluates you. His gaze is filled with confidence after watching you run away from him. Like prey. In his pause, you have a few seconds to analyze his structure. The exoskeleton would to be too hard to cut, so your focus had to be the areas you could see flesh exposed. You were aware the legs could retreat into his back, which guaranteed a lack of access there. All you could see was his face and his hands--though peaking out from beneath a tucked scarf, was the smooth skin of a throat.

You had made an oath long ago that you would never kill again. But in defense of your mission... you could manage an exception. It would all be over soon anyway.

Instead of coming at you straight on, he throws another knife at you to get everything back into motion. It has you leaping backwards unto a filing cabinet--and he's charging at you finally with the ferocity of essentially four swords. Due to his extra limbs' reach, you realize you won't get a hit on him this way.

It becomes a tangle of blades as you parry and block and twist around his advances, kicking up papers and folders to distract him as you move up and down over obstacles. The venom in your arm begins to dance through your veins, tingling beneath the skin--you are running out of time.

You can see his face twist into a smile; he's sure he's going to win.

Good.

As he makes the mistake you were waiting for, drawing one of his limbs back for a final attack; his mouth is open to announce his triumph. As the air begins to leave his lungs and form syllables in his mouth, time slows down for you. Your blade held up to parry drops from your hand, sending his stinger forward to scrap across your shoulder; close but not too close to your neck. You grab the knife on his belt that you had been eyeing since his first advance in the alleyway, and slice through the joint.

It brings him to a halt, howling as he moves backwards. Green ichor sprays across your face and drips from his new amputation, his other three limbs curling around his body while his hands grope his shoulders.

You pocket his knife and retrieve your blade from the floor.

"Noo! Nonono..!" He's wailing--it sounds grief-stricken now. While there were questionable 'doctors' among villain society; no one has the ability to bring back a limb. Especially one like that. You had mired him, for the rest of his life.

You prepare for a death blow--but the flash of skin beneath the fabric of his shirt causes your hesitation.

You don't have to kill him. It's relief that floods through your tense and calculating mind; briefly before being replaced with pain. As you had expected, a minute in and his neurotoxic venom has seeped into the muscles of your arm. It feels like a chemical burn--acid turning flesh to sizzling nothing. The arm goes limp, but you force your grip on the blade--you had to appear stable.

"I'm going--I'm going to kill you!" He screeches, and there's a squeal behind it like the voice of the insect part of him was a separate entity.

"...You can't kill me." You say slowly, approaching with your good arm raised. You swallow, then let your voice drop an octave as fear seeps into his eyes. There's a button you managed to press a moment ago, that makes the eyes glow from your mask. A cerulean color--a color that was a remnant of your past. "I'm not human."

From the look on his face--he believes you. Your charade is working. You grit your teeth, forcing your shaking and screaming arm to lift and move to the back of your head. It's a movement that suggests you'll remove your mask.

"N-No, no!" He shifts back again, and unaware of his surroundings he trips and lands among the broken glass. His remaining extra limbs curl in close to his face, leaving his abdomen bare. "You're lying! You can't steal people's souls, you're just--you're like us!"

"Then why are you hiding your face?"

"Wh--" With the distraction of speech, he doesn't block when you throw the hidden blade from your hood down into his abdomen. It's a solemn thwack, and then the harsher crack of his skull when you flip the blade in your good hand and swing it between his stinging limbs to ram into his bare temple.

He's out. He's internally bleeding, and he'll never be the same... but he'll live. Maybe when he wakes, he'll have a different outlook on life. Or, most likely, he'll want to hunt you down.

You suppose that should scare you. But given the note you had received from the hero agency you worked with, your time was going to end anyway. He wouldn't have a chance.

"Hrk--" You crumple to the ground, clutching the arm that felt like it should be bare bone rather than flesh. It's like the nerves are exposed; the grip from your clothed hand sending shockwaves down your spine.

You couldn't help but brood--seeing as how moving was so difficult--at how opposite this situation had been compared to what it seemed.

While you had delivered a blow based on skill--you won the fight by lying. Like an illusion, you'd expertly hidden behind the smoke and mirrors to make him believe you were bigger than you actually were. Like you had won easily, rather than by the skin of your teeth.

You wheeze, tears pricking at your eyes while you force yourself to rise. You needed to get back to base. Especially before he did, and preferably before anyone decides to investigate the noises of your chase earlier.

You stumble out of the building through the window you had broken, and slowly creep through the alleys of Yokohama once again.

---

Every television in the base was alight with the bright colors of the Sports Festival.

You were pretty sure that H.H. kept cameras within those screens, ever watching the faces of his lackeys and agents--judging their actions and expressions. Another advantage to always wearing a mask.

You stood, back pressed to a wall in the shadow of a corner as you side-eye the screen. Watching the students filter out unto the field causes a bitter-sweet fluttering in your stomach.

You remembered the first time you had watched the event. You were much younger, sitting with your knees pressing into the floor and palms crushing a few stray sheets of paper. Really, you had never been all that interested in television, mostly because the other kids at the foster-care center were rambunctious when they sat in front of it.

But this time, the only two souls whose eyes were glued to the flat surface were yours and your new foster brother's, who had been the one to convince you to watch it in the first place.

"You gotta watch it--I'm gunna be on it one day!" He says, arm extending to offer his hand. You stare at it, bug-eyed.

"Oh," you meagerly utter, taking his hand and letting him lead you. He laughs and pulls you along until your both sitting in the living-room floor.

"Don't worry," he leans in towards you, "I'll keep the volume low. Trust me though, kay? You gotta watch it, it's really fun!"

You don't believe him, but before long you're both cheering with the crowd and talking avidly about your favorite contestants. He--

You draw yourself out of the memory as large letters appear in your peripheral. The first game had been announced. A race.

There was a sinking feeling in your chest to know that he should have been there amongst them, maybe a year ago. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that he would have won. Maybe even every challenge.

Even at that young of an age, he had always been so full of righteous fire.

He could have been a hero of heroes...

If not for you.

----

You catch pieces of the Sports festival as you move through the base in search of an old 'escape plan' map. Head Honcho had certainly made modifications since the water-treatment plant had been adopted as his new lair, but you could draw them out if only you had a layout of the place.

Chemical spills did happen, so you could only hope that the escape plans had been forgotten when everything was moving in. In a storage closet somewhere, on the door of an outlet box, above the water control panel--somewhere.

Moving through an old lounge, large screens portrayed the ongoing of the race that had long-since started above the heads of a few agents. They were newer, but they noticed you when you walked in.

The looks in the eyes of those whose faces were exposed was that of mixed admiration and loathing. But, fortunately for you--Head Honcho had made it very clear that you were to be left alone. Treated as exalted, as though separate from everyone else on a holy level. Not that they worshipped you--but that he wanted you to be considered the entity you played as. A demon.

The rumor was as much to his advantage as it was yours.

Their eyes follow you in the dark as you move around them, but something suddenly has their eyes whipping back to the screen as the closer viewers make noises of surprise. You decide to look too, selfishly; and you're rewarded with something familiar.

A freckled green-haired boy. He's flying through the air after a massive explosion, rivaling the two that had been effortlessly charging towards the finish from the beginning. The three of them are suddenly close together, faces etched in the effort to win--and you find yourself openly admiring them.

Beneath your mask, you're smiling. Your heart is pounding and you want to cheer like old times, throwing popcorn in the air and rejoicing--no matter who won. You could practically feel your foster brother's spirit next to you, tugging on your heart. You should be there, enjoying this. You hear him say.

Your breath catches in your throat as there's another explosion--Midoriya had managed to throw the bit of metal he'd carried with him all this way and use another surge of momentum to carry him forward. Everything stills as you wait, holding that breath until finally--finally--it is him that enters the arena in first place.

Adrenaline explodes and rockets around your ribs and your heart--but you're still. You mouth the word 'yes', but didn't dare utter a syllable. Controlling yourself, you make for the exit of the room, intent now more than ever to carry out your mission. To help ensure the safety of those three boys that fought so hard to be recognized as heroes.

For those three boys that reminded you so much of him.

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