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the-cosmic-ghost-18 · 3 years

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The Morning After The Night Before - Chapter 12 of Bacon Bits A William "Ironhead" Miller Fic

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader

Notes – So this chapter has a small section from Will perspective so hopefully, it makes sense when you read it

Warnings - Smut, Oral M!receiving

Word Count: 3.3K

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As I started to wake up the first thing felt was the ache between my legs. The next was the arm that was wrapped around my waist. Will had his hand sprawled over my stomach. His breath was fanning the back of my neck. I then felt his half-hard dick resting against my arse. So I shifted back slightly and rocked against it. I felt Will’s breathing pick up on the back of my neck. Will then grabbed my waist to stop me.

“Morning.” He said in a voice laced with sleep. I hummed in return. He slowly slides his hand up and down my abdomen. I shifted and flipped to lay on his chest. Looking up I could see that Will hadn’t quite woken up yet. He looked good in the morning. Moving my leg I slide it over his groin.

“Morning to you too,” I said then leaned up to kiss him. “What time is it?”

“Early.” Will said while looking down at his watch. Slowly I moved my hand which had taken purchase in his chest to the middle of his abdomen. Looking up at him I slowly slid it down under the covers and to his rapidly hardening dick. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I said while stopping just shy of his member. Looking up through my eyelashes I asked. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No but you don’t have too.” He asked.

“But I want to.” with that, I slide my body down his. I kissed my way down his body I reached the tufts at the base of his dick. Stopping there I slowly wrapped my hand around his now fully hard dick. Looking up I watched as Will’s face contorted in pleasure. He had his eyes closed and tilted his head back. Testing the waters, I pumped my hand a few times before stopping at the top and rubbing my thumb over the precum which had started leaking out. This caused Will to clench his hands into fists by his side. Taking it as a good sign I moved my mouth to cover his member and took it in. The salty taste is the first thing to hit me. As I took more of him I could hear Will’s breathing pick up as I used my tongue to press against the vein on the side of him. As I started to bob up and down, I used my hand to grip the part of him which couldn’t fit inside. As I picked up the pace Will started to buck his hips up to meet my movements. He took one of his hands which was by his side and gripped onto my hair. I slid my one free hand and cupped his balls.

“Ohh shit.” Will moaned out as I give him a squeeze. And that must have been enough because he came without warning down my throat. I could feel as ropes and ropes of his cum hit the back of my through. I continued to suck and lick him until he pulled me off him by my hair. Looking up at him I used my thumb to whip the excess cum and spit which had leaked out of my mouth. Placing my thumb in my mouth I sucked it clean. Moving back up to him I laid myself flat on his chest. Looking up at Will he was still blissed out from his orgasm.

“God, you are beautiful.” He said while sliding his two large hands up and down my back. Leaning down he kissed me on my forehead. I could feel him drawing circles over my hips and we laid there for a while. It was nice. Peaceful. Well, it was until someone knocked on my door.

“Y/N have you seen Will he isn’t in his room?” Benny asked from behind the door. Thankfully I locked it last night. Looking up Will gave me no help.

“I have no idea,” I said. “He might have gone for a run.”

“Maybe. I tried calling him but he didn’t answer. Well anyway, breakfast should be soon. We have a lot to do today.” He said before I heard him walked down the stairs. Looking up at Will I saw a slight smile on his face.

“You’re lucky I can think on my feet,” I said while moving to get up. Sliding off the bed I leaned down I grabbed one of the many pieces of clothes littering the floor. Sliding it over my head I got up. Just as I went to walk off, I held a hand slap at my arse. Looking back, I saw Will had moved to lay on his front with a large grin on his face. “You better work out how you're going to go on a run.”

“I’ll climb out the window. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it.” He said while pulling his boxers on. Walking over to the bathroom I started up the shower. Turning around I saw Will standing in the doorway. He only had his boxers on. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. So, I walked over to him.

“Penny for your thoughts.” I asked bring my hands to settle on his chest.

“I wanna keep this between us.” He said while gesturing between the two of us. “I don’t want to rush this.”

“Neither don't I. Last time I rushed it all went to shit.” I said while moving my hands to cup his cheeks. "We just keep it between us till we are comfortable."

Turning to look at the rapidly steaming up mirror I saw that Will hadn’t left any marks which I couldn’t cover-up. Lifting my shirt, I could see a few purple marks around my chest and on my hips. I should be able to hide those. Will moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle pulling the shirt back down. He nestled his face in my neck. I could feel his bread scratching me. Turning my head to face him to look at him. He pulled me into a slow kiss. It was gentle and telling of the conversation. Of all the things unsaid at present. Pulling away Will rested his forehead against mine. Like he really didn’t want to break the little bubble that the two of us made in this room last night. Away from the world.

“I should go be for Benny sends a search party.” Will said. He moved to the main part of the room and put this shirt on from last night. Pulling the top, I was wearing off I could feel Will’s eyes on me. Looking over my shoulder I could see Will sat on the end of the bed doing up his shoes while looking at me. Flashing him a smile I opened the shower and got in.

Making my way downstairs I was meet with the smell of coffee and bacon. Frankie was at the hob making food while Lindsey was sat at the table with Benny. Grabbing a cup, I poured myself a cup of coffee. Moving next to Benny I grabbed the sugar out of the holder.

“Did you find Will?” I asked before taking a sip of my coffee.

“Yeah. He got back about 10 minutes ago. I think he’s gone for a shower.” Before I could say anything back a woman appeared from the stairs. She was still wearing her clothes from last night. She gave us all a small smile and went out the front. It looked like she had called herself a uber and got in. Looking over a Benny he held his hands up. The next thing we all saw was Santi walking down the stair. He had a big grin on his face. Behind him was Will. He had changed into a loss fitting shirt and shorts. His hair was still wet from his shower. He walked into the room and grabbed a cup of coffee.

“So it was you that made all that noise last night?” Frankie said. Looking over at Will as he choked on his coffee. Santi looked like a dog who just got the biggest bone.

“Well, she was a loud one,” Santi said while walking over to Frankie. Looking over a Will I saw a wash of relief take over his features. They were talking about Santi and not us. “But she very much enjoyed it.”

“He could of any anyone in that bar last night.” Benny said while patting Santi in the shoulder. “Will you should have come you might have gotten laid for once.”

Trying to hide the smirk as Benny slapped Will on the shoulder. I could see Will over the rim of the cup going the same and trying to ignore Benny. Looking across the table I saw Lindsey giving me the death stare. Mouthing “what”, she said nothing and returned to her breakfast.

“So Benny. What are we all doing today?” I asked.

“We are going up to one of the lakes that me and Will went to when we were younger. So, get your swimming costumes and be ready soon.” He said and then walked out. Frankie followed suit with Lindsey trailing behind him. Santi finished his coffee and went upstairs too. Which left just me and Will. I watched as he moved to stand next to me.

“That was close.” He said while leaning down to meet my ear. “For a second I thought he was talking about us.”

“We weren’t loud were we.” I asked looking up at him.

“I don’t think so. But I was a little distracted to think about how loud we were being.” He said in hushed tones. “But the amount of time I have slept in a room next to Santi it doesn’t surprise me that he was louder.”

“Remind me never to share a wall with him then.” I said while a slight laugh. Looking down and seeing that my cup was empty I put it in the sink and went to walk upstairs. I was stopped by Will grabbing my arm.

“Wear the red one.” He said with a smile. “The one you wore to the beach.”

With that Will let go and I went upstairs. Walking into the room I opened my suitcase. I know the exact swimsuit he was on about. Luckily, I chose to pack it. I nearly didn’t. Changing I wore the swimsuit with a hoodie and shorts over the top. Grabbing a bag I put some sunscreen, a towel, and few other bits.

Heading back downstairs I found Lindsey in the front room. She had a dress on over the top of what I could guess was her swimsuit. Hearing me walk in she looked up at me. She had a smirk on her face.

“What?” I said to her.

“So you and Will?” she said while walking over to keep her from shouting.

“Me and Will what?” I questioned. I knew where she was going but I needed to dance around this as best I could before she got suspicious. And as if sent by God himself the rest of the boys came barrelling down the stairs. They had all changed into shorts and shirts. Looking into the kitchen I could see Benny filling a cooler with ice and drinks.

Getting outside I saw Will climbing into the driver's seat of the same truck we took last night. Taking initiative, I jumped into the front and sat on the bench seat. I saw Will look over. Then Benny opened the door on my side and made me move over. So I was like the meat in a Miller sandwich. And with that, we set off. Looking in the rear of the truck I could see Lindsey was in the same situation as me. She was stuck between Santi and Frankie. Looking forward with a smile I reached and turned the radio on. It started to play rock music.

“Didn’t take you for a rock fan Will.” I said.

“Well, there is a lot you don’t know about me.” He said while looking away from the road. This cause Benny to scoff next to me.

Will turned into what looked like a secluded road. It looked a bit like the road Will had taken me the right previous. Looking out the front though I was meet with a huge lake surrounded by mountains. It was stunning. There was a small little pebble beach with grass surrounding it. Will stopped the car and Frankie pulled in beside us. Sliding out of the car I walked over to Lindsey to give her a hand with some of the stuff. Taking one of the big blankets in the bed of the truck I laid it out on the grass.

By the trucks

Will looked over and saw you stripped of your hoodie (well actually it was one of his) and shorts. He spotted the red fabric and had to readjust himself. It probably wasn’t his best idea to ask you to wear that, but he likes it. Frankie and Benny went over to the two of you to help set up the BBQ and set down the coolers. That left Will with Santi. See Santi wasn’t blind, he knows exactly what was going on between the two of you. The girl he brought home last night was quiet, he was covering for Will.

“So how long have you been sleeping with Y/N?” Will tried not to make a face. The question really caught him off guard.

“We aren’t.” Will studdered out. He thought the two of you were careful last night. "What makes you think that?"

“The two hickies you’re trying to hide under your shorts. The scratches on your back.” Looking down Will saw two small purple marks by the waistband of his shorts that he was now pulling up. He didn’t even know about the scratches. “And the two of you aren’t very quiet.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Will looked over to you. Lindsey was helping you put sunscreen on your back. He had been so careful not to leave any marks on you. “What made you sure?”

“You choking on your coffee his morning.” He said while giving Will a slap on the back. “I won’t tell anyone. You deserve this Ironhead. You deserve her.”

“But I don’t want to lose her.” Will said while looking up at Santi. He and Santi had always been close. Santi knew Will inner demons because he had the same. Will knew you wouldn’t leave like she did, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake that thought. Santi must have caught the look on Will’s face.

“You won’t. Have you seen the way she looks at you?” Santi said as he got the rest of the stuff. “Just be honest with her and let her in.”

With that Santi make his way over to everyone. He knew Santi wasn’t wrong that’s what scared him. He was scared that once he let you in. Full let you in he would hurt you. And that was his worst nightmare. This morning he didn’t want to leave you in that room. He wanted to just stay in bed and ignore the world. He pulled out of that though by the sound of you laughing. It was like honey. Lindsey had been chasing Frankie trying to get him to put sunscreen on. You were clinging onto Benny’s arm to keep upright. With that Will made his way over.

A few hours Later

After having some lunch me and Lindsey had decided to do some sunbathing while the guys had been throwing around a football. It was nice.

“Did I tell you that me and Frankie are thinking about having a kid?” Moving to sit up I looked over at Lindsey. She looked genially happy.

“Really.” I said.

“Yeah. We have been thinking about it for a while. Frankie’s shop is busier than ever, but he had guys which can do the work. And I’m not getting any younger.” Pulling Lindsey into a hug.

“What am I going to do at work. You’re the only reason I don’t miss things or forget things.” I said while pulling out of the hug.

“I will just have to show you. Just don’t tell the other. We want to keep it between us till we do.” She said while looking over at the guys. They were running about still. Will had the ball while Benny was chasing him.

“Your secret safe with me.” I said. Looking over at the guys I couldn’t see them. Wondering where they were me and Lindsey got up. Suddenly Frankie came running behind Lindsey and Will behind me. Just grabbed us and threw us over their shoulders. So I held on for deal life and they both walked over to the water. Behind us, I could see Benny and Santi. Benny was whistling and shouting at us. But Santi was just looking. He looked like he knew something. Before I could think Will throw me into the water.

“Frankie, I am going to kill you.” Looking over Lindsey was chasing Frankie out of the water. She wasn’t very quick but she was agile. Will on the other hand started to splash me.

“Ohh your on.” With that, I splashed with all the force I had. But Will had other ideas. He swam up to me and grabbed me by my hips. He pulled me out above the water and throw me. Landing in the water I resurfaced to find Will staring at me. He had the same look he had last night. It was a dangerous look. Thinking about the conversation this morning I swam to shore and out. If I had stayed I wouldn’t have been able to help myself. Grabbing one of the towels I watched as Will waded out of the water.

The air had started to cool down at this point in the day and Benny thought it would be a good idea to start a bonfire. Getting comfy I allowed the warmth of the bonfire to dry off my skin. It was nice. It was peaceful. It was good seeing all the guys in their element. They were chatting and laughing and telling stories. Making eye contact with Will I saw his features soften as he saw me. He mouthed “You good?” which I nodded in return. He smiled and turned back to the story Benny was telling us all about how the guys got stuck somewhere. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was looking at Will. He looked so carefree and calm. This was something I could get used to. Looking over I saw Santi get up and walk over to sit next to me.

“I know about you and Will.” He said in hushed tones. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me. All I wanted to say was that he really cares about you he just struggles to share that with people. I have never seen him like this. Not even for his ex-fiancé.” Santi paused. “All I know is that he would do anything for you. He deserves someone like you after everything he has been through.”

“And who is someone like me?” I asked curiously as to what he meant.

“You see his demons and aren’t scared of them.” Santi said while looking down at me. That thought stuck in my head. I had never been scared by Will and hopefully never would.

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mysinsforbts · 3 years

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The present I couldn’t give you

Kim Seokjin x (f) reader

Dom Boyfriend Seokjin x Sub (f) reader

Rating: +18

About: Birthdays mark the day of someones birth. That's why we celebrate those days and want to give presents to the people we like/love. You weren't any different. Seokjin's birthday was a day away and you wanted to make him happy. But what can you give to someone who has everything, at this time of the year, 2020. When you're insecure about yourself, Seokjin gives you courage and shows you the real meaning of a present. After all, things that come from the heart are the most meaningful ones.

Warnings: semi angst, smut, cursing, dom/sub heavy, dom Seokjin, size kink, dirty talk, handcuffs, kitchen sex, daddy kink, hickeys/marking, masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (f), handjob, squirting, teasing and A LOT fluff. (Let me know if I forgot something~ )

( I’m sorry it took so long! I’ve lost my inspiration for a long time. But I’m better now~ The description above sounds very bad.. lol ♡ )

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2 years of love. 2 years of happiness. 2 years of trust and hardships. Today is the day your wonderful boyfriend, Kim Seokjin asked you to be his girlfriend. It's a special day but not only because of your love. Today is also Seokjin's birthday. That is why you planned on doing something special for him.

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~ A day before ~

"Ahh.. god! I don't know what to do. I don't want to buy something for him.. that is to easy. We also can't really go anywhere because of.. well 2020", you sighed while looking at your phone. You were talking to Jimin, a great friend of yours and Seokjin's group member. "Mhh... How about you sing him a song?", jimin smiled while trying not to burst into laughter. You giggeld but sighed straight after, "For what? To embarrasse myself or hurt his ears??". You knew that Jimin loved to tease you, but now wasn't the time. You just had one day left and you still didn't have a clue of what you could give to him. Jimin startef to laugh and turned away from you, "Sorry.. haha~ Mhh.. you could paint him something?", and than he continued to laugh. "Jimin!..", you blushed at the thought of giving Jin a weird drawing. You for the hell of satan couldn't draw or paint. "Do you have fun pointing out my weaknesses?", you giggeled while shaking your head. "What?? I'm sure Seokjin-hyung would love it. He probably would hang it on his wall no matter how bad it is~", jimin laughed while pushing his hair out of his face. You rolled your eyes and sighed, "But it can't be bad! It has to be something beautiful!".

"Write him a letter!", jimin said. "I did that already last year. It was 2 pages long", you sighed. "Make him a album with all your photos in it!", jimin brought up the next idea. "That!... oh no I did that also last year.. for christmas", you slowly lost hope. Was there anything you haven't done for him at this point?? "That is very difficult than..", even Jimin sighed now. "Good! There is only one option left! Do you wanna hear it?", he said with this smirk on his face. You knew something was up. "What??- I have the feeling it's a bad idea.. but tell me", you answered while taking your cup to take a sip from it.

"Give him a lapdance!", jimin proudly said while licking his lips. You couldn't believe what you just heard and chocked on your drink. "I should- What??-", you asked shocked while coughing. "Yeah! People do that and more in movies all the time!", jimin smirked, "That is porn jiminssi!", you heard jungkook's voice in the back. After you could breath again you turned back to your video chat, "I-.. you know what.. I'm not even gonna ask!", you blushed, "But Seokjin and I aren't that far in our realtionship..", you looked shy away.

"You can't tell me is vanilla?? He for sure isn't!", jungkook all of sudden grabbed jimin's phone and looked at you.. "I saw him buying handcuffs a few days ago!", he bursted out. "HE WHAT??", jimin and you asked at the same time. "I really saw it! So I wouldn't be suprised if he would be into a lapdance.. from you~", kookie smirked while giving jimin his phone back. "Ohh.. that is some news~ Who thought Seokjin-hyung is a dom??", jimin smirked too. You cheeks were so red and you felt so hot, like you were out in the glowing sun. The thoughts made you curious and you wanted to ask more, but..

"DID YOU honestly think I'm a sub??", you heard a voice behind your back. The voice sounded pissed but also ironic at the same time. "Jinni!", you said while turning around to your boyfriend. He was home sooner than expected. "Hey love~", seokjin said while kissing your head, "I didn't know you were disscussing our privat live with my group members~", he said laughing while taking off his jacket. You just blushed, "I- didn't-", but before you could end the sentence, Jimin answered for you. "No hyung, it was my fault I was teasing her about beeing so slow in a realtionship!", he giggeled and winked at you. You got the hint and decided to play along, "Yes and I was trying to explain to them why our realtionship is like that! And that I'm happy that it is what it is", you sighed while leaning on jin. Jin sat down right next you and kissed your cheek while laughing, "You're doing such a good job love! Not everyone has such a high sex drive like you Jimin~". Jungkook and you both started laughing while Jimin just pouted.

And the day also went by.

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~ Today ~

As you woke up it still was dark outside. You looked around in the dark room before your gaze stopped at your sleeping boyfriend. He looked so handsome even in the dark. You were so lucky. As you layed there and watched him you still thought of a present. Buf before you could make a decission Seokjin cuddeld close to you and hugged you thightly. It looked so adorable. His big body with his bright shoulders clinging on to your small one. Not wanting to wake him you didn't move, just raised your hand to caresses through his hair.

Than an idea came to your mind. 'Something beautiful doesn't mean it has to be a lot', you thought. You decided to keep it simple this year. 'I will just make breakfast and give him a good massage!', you smiled, happy that you finally found a present. The only problem now was, how would you leave without waking Jin up. Seokjin's head was laying on your chest while his arm is laying on your thighs. Carefully you tried to sneak your legs out under his arm. As your legs were hanging out of the bed you gently lifted up jin's head and layed him on the pillow next to you. For your luck Seokjin just continued to sleep as he cuddeld himself into the blanket you just gave him. You toke your phone from the nightstand and searched for Seokjin's shirt. You loved wearing his clothes, they all smelled like him and they were so comfortable. You just had to find your underwear and than you could go. But finding it with just your phone light was not as easy as the shirt. 'Shit?! Where did jinni threw them last night??', you cursed yourself for not picking them up before you fell asleep.

You eyed Seokjin's boxers and smirked, 'well.. his fault', you thought while putting on your boyfriend's boxers. Now you finally could go into the kitchen. The moment you stood up, you felt yourself beeing pulled back, "Where are you going love??", seokjin whined while having his arms around you, pulling you close again. You layed your hands on top of his arms and giggeld, "I was going to the bathroom jinni~". You whispered, "Can you let me go please?". After a few seconds you felt his arms disappear, "But be fast! I feel lonely without you~", he whined while turning around. You did your best not to giggle at him. For what is he so adorable??

As you looked over to him once again, he breathed slowly. 'Guess he fell asleep again..', you smiled and stood up. You went into the bathroom and almost got a shook while looking into the mirror. Your whole neck was covered in hickeys and bite marks from last night. Not just your neck, also your shoulders and thighs were full. 'Shit.. that's hot', you bit your lip and brushed your teeth. After you were done you walked into the kitchen and closed the door. It was still dark outside and the kitchen was colder than expected. First you made coffee for yourself, while taking a sip here and there you started to prepare everything for the pancakes. 'Cooking might be not my thing but for my wonderful boyfriend I'll try my best', that was what you thought.

Well.. it sounded better in your head. The moment you put the oil in the pan everything went wrong. First try. Second try. Third try. All those pancakes were to thinn and also a bit burned. Teary eyed you looked at the ruined food. 'If I continue like this jinni will laugh at me. I'll just embarrasse myself..maybe I should stop here?', you turned the stove off and thought about whatelse you could make for breakfast. But the longer you thought the more tears started to run down your face, 'I really don't deserve him', that was your end thought. 'Jinni does so much for me. But I... I can't even cook without having any problems..', you never felt more disappointed in yourself. You hid your face in your hands, not knowing what to do now, 'I'm the worst girlfriend ever.. I don't even have a present', the negative thoughts crashed down on you and it felt like all you could see was black.

As soon as you wanted to rub your hand over you cheek, someone caught your hand in his. 'Jinni-', you thought while looking up to him. But all you saw was a blurr. The feeling of his warm, big hand on your cheek made you feel butterflys in your stomatch. With one touch, one word, one gaze he managed to wip all those bad thoughts away. "Love?", seokjin asked with his raw morning voice. The look on his face told you that he was confused, worried but also ready to protect you from whatever had hurt you. In that moment Seokjin was like the moon which stripped away your darkness. He was like a prince on a white horse. Like a hero from a action movie.

"What happened?? Please don't cry!", he whispered while kneeing before you, caressing over your cheeks. He reached over to gave you a tissue. But all you could do was hugging him, clinging on to his back. Without wasting a second, without saying anything he hugged you back. Seokjin held you tightly in his arms, while caressing your back. He looked around and realised that you probably wanted to cook something. A second later he found himself smiling. Today was his birthday and his amazing partner wanted to cook him something. That meant so much to him. He thought highly of you and he loved you so much. "Do you need my help? You know I'm the cook champion right?~", jin whispered in your ear and smirked as you started to laugh. You laughed with tears in your eyes. It always was a mystery to you how seokjin could make you feel so many things. One touch and you felt so safe as no one could ever hurt you. One word and you felt like the most loved person on this world. One gaze made you feel so much hope. And one kiss can make you lose your mind.

Jin looked at you with this warm, loving gaze. His eyes were so welcoming. His hand caressed the last bit of your tears away, before gently pushing your hair out of your face, "Whatever happened, I won't be mad love. So please talk to me?~", he said with a calm voice. You pouted while looking at him, "I wanted to make you pancakes for breakfast as your birthday present.. but I failed.. no matter how hard I try it just won't work. I'm very sorry Jinni". Explaining made you almost tear up again, "I thought you would be dissapointed, you always do so much for me but I can't even make you a simple birthday present..". As soon as you looked down Seokjin's fingers grabed your chin to make you look at him, "I'm not dissapointed! The thought alone makes me happy. That you would make something selfmade for me and you also tried so hard. Which makes me so proud as your boyfriend! Thank you Y/N! But my most amazing birthday present is you, by my side, 24/7~", jinni smiled and cutely squished your cheeks, "So please stop crying now? We should make some pancakes for breakfast right? I'll train you from today on! You better be greatful, the pancake-champion himself will train you!".

You started to laugh and grabbed his hands to pull them away from your face, "Okay I won't cry anymore jinni!". The moment he turned around, you moved fast and hugged him from behind. Hiding your face in his still naked back, "Thank you Seokjin! You're the best boyfriend someone could ever have! I'll try my best to learn from you", I whispered. After a few seconds of silence you noticed that Jinni still was shirtless and you just hugged him tightly. Blushing and trying to control your emotions you let him go while walking past him to the stove. "S-so what do we need first?", you asked while looking around trying to find an answer. From behind you could feel Seokjin smirk. But than he walked next to you like nothing happened. "We should start from the beginning, so you'll learn better", he said while smiling at you.

That's how you learned to make pancakes from your handsome boyfriend. You couldn't help but to admire him. Even his teaching was attractiv. Everyone knew how amazing Jin is at cooking but seeing it for yourself is really a blessing. The way his hand had such a strong grip and his veins just turned you on. Who could blame you? Your boyfriend was making pancakes, shirtless and with his veins popping out in his arms. Also the look he gave those pancakes didn't make it better. 'I wish he would look at me like that and grab me like-',.. "Y/N are you there?? Have you been listening to me?", seokjin stood infront of you with some finished pancakes, "I said.. you can sit down. We can eat~", with that he walked past you and sat down on a chair. You blinked once, twice and shortly followed him to also sit down. The moment Jin started to eat, you stopped him, "Jinni! Hold on!". - "to your hand?", he looked at you, just to start laughing. Leaning over the table, still laughing over his pun, you kissed him gently and whispered, "Happy Birthday", against his lips. Seokjin smiled against your lips. "How are you this sweet?", he smirked and kissed you back. Than he leaned away and placed a part of the pancake in your mouth, "You should eat too~". Your eyes opened in suprise and you sat back down. Chewing on the pancake you pouted and looked at your now happily eating boyfriend. He looked like he was in paradise. This picture infront of your eyes made you so happy and you couldn't help but to smile. After enjoying the sight for a few minutes, you started to eat too.

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~ 2 hours later ~

You just finished cleaning up kitchen while Jinni went to take a shower. Sitting on the chair while leaning your head on your hand you couldn't help but to think about that handcuffs thing. What does he want to do with them? Will he test them out on me tonight? Just the thought alone made you thighs temble. It's not like Jin and you had never done it before. You did it a few times and you enjoyed every second of it. But that thought of beeing a sub for him turned you even more on. The wetness between your legs wasn't to ignore anymore, so you rubbed your thighs together. But that wasn't nearly enough. Wanting more, you pushed a hand down your body. Carressing over your already hard nippels, down to Seokjin's boxers. You pushed one hand under them as you gently rubbed your clit. That felt so good.

Your memorys from last night played out once again in your head. The way his big hands felt on your body. The way his big king sized cock pounded into you. Seokjin was so hot with sweat running down his face, growling your name. His words made your head dizzy while his hands overstimulated you. Without noticing it you pushed two fingers in your now wet and needy hole. The fact that you fingered yourself in his boxer just turned you more on. Your clit pulsed, it wanted to be touched so bad. Letting out a sigh and a moan here and there you closed your eyes. Totally lost in your thoughts and pleasure you didn't hear Jinni come out of the bathroom. He walked towards you but stood still the moment he saw what you did. His eyes got wide and he almost moaned at the sight.

Seokjin felt his cock getting hard through his towel, "Fuck.. I'm so lucky..", he said with a deep, raw voice. His gaze lingered on you, just watching you getting yourself off. Slowly he rubbed his hand against the towel, trying to hold himself together. But he wanted more, he wanted you. All of you.

The moment you let out a cute whine was when he lost it. Seokjin walked towards you, grabbed your hand and kissed you deeply. You whined at the lost of touch but happily kissed back as you felt Jin's warm, soft lips on yours. After a bit he pulled away and took your hand to his mouth, just to suck on your fingers. Gosh..

That sight was so attractiv. You rubbed your thighs together while watching him with sinfull eyes. You started to wonder what that tongue of his would feel like between your thighs, on your clit or while thrusting in your hole. A moan left you as you felt Seokjin's other hand rub over your clit, down to your hole and back up. He didn't add much pressure to tease you. One of his finger started to slowly circle your clit while he looked at you with those wide blown eyes. He also wanted you, like you wanted him.

"You're such a naughty girl, you know that love? I saw you earlier~", Jinni said while still playing with your clit. With the next few words he added more pressure to his moves, "Did you want to be seen by me?". His words sounded more like a statement than a question. You whined and couldn't help but spread your legs more apart. Wanting more of his touch, of his dirty words you looked at him with a pout, "Jinni~ I'm so wet for you~ Please help me?~", you whined. Your sudden cuteness made him laugh and shake his head, "How can I say no to such a cute lady?", he smiled as he looked at you. "But..", than Seokjin's sweet smile turned into a evil smirk, "A lady doesn't get herself off on a kitchen chair. Right my princess?", he gently snapped his finger against your clit and stood up. "Take your clothes off and lay on the kitchen table! I'll be there in a few seconds princess~", his voice sounded even deeper than before. With one last glance to you he walked out of the room.

Still sitting on the chair, letting out a deep breath and trying to realise what just happened. Your cute boyfriend Seokjin just turned into one hot dom. His behavior completly changed. You didn't know if it was just you but today he seemed even more of a dom than yesterday. The pluse of your clit brought you back to reality. Without wasting another second you jumped up and took of Seokjin's shirt and boxers. It was something new, it made you excited and turned you on so much. You layed on the table like Jinni told you too, now waiting for him. Lucky you didn't wait any second longer because he just walked back into the kitchen. You looked to him and saw the pair of handcuffs in his hands. 'HE REALLY BOUGHT THEM??', you blushed at looked away again. But before you could look anywhere else Seokjin grabbed your chin and turned your head to him again, "Getting shy now love? I want to try something new today! I'm sure you'll like it!", he leaned in to kiss you once again. While pushing his tongue in your mouth and starting a make out with you, he pulled your arms over your head. Gently caressing over your wrists while moaning into the kiss.

'Click'. After the sound Seokjin pulled away and licked his lips, smirking at you, "After all you want me to help you right?~", he looked at you with this dark shining eyes. You felt your clit pulls once again. 'Fuck- Why is he so hot??', you bit your lip and nodded at his words. His hand caressed over your neck, down to one of your breasts, grabbing one and massaging it. With his thumb he played with your nipple here and there, making you whine. "Do you like this?", jinni whispered against your other breast before licking over your nippel with his tongue. He played with you and you loved it. The way he teased you, made you drip even more. Your legs were shaking, your whines are geting louder with every pull of your nippels. And than Seokjin stopped touching you. He moved away from your body and looked at you, "Answer me love!". You looked up at him and quickly understood why he stopped, "Yes Seokji-", you started but let out a yelp as you felt a pull of your right nipple. "Wrong name love!", he spread your legs while looking at you with this intimidating stare. You knew what he meant but you were to shy to actually call him that. It was one of your kinks, you told him that once. You just weren't expecting him to bring that up one day. With one day you meant now. Closing your eyes, you felt your face heat up, '"Yes D-Dadd-", getting cut off in the middle of your answer, you opened you eyes quickly. "Worldwide Handsome", jinni said while looking at you with a bright grin.

As he saw your flushed, shocked face he couldn't help himself but to laugh. As you realised that he just pulled a joke on you, you started to pout and laugh too, "Yaah! Jinnii..", you whined and looked away. Seokjin chuckled and leaned down to give you a kiss, "Sorry love~ Did I spoil the mood now?", he smiled at you. Shaking your head and kissing him back you answered, "No I'm still wet for you Jinni~".

"Will you let me eat you out than, princess?", he asked with his deeper voice while kneeling down infront of the table you still layed on. Your smile left your face as all your dirty thoughts came back. Spreading your legs open for him you whined,"Please jinni.. my prince~", you added teasingly. Seokjin just smirked up you and leaned forward. First he gently pressed his tongue on your dripping slit, giving you small kitten licks. The way his eyes closed and he just tasted you made your clit pulls even more. "You taste so good my princess~", he whispered against your cunt. The moment after he circled your clit with his tongue, gently sucking on it here and there. With his one finger he played with your entrance before pushing it all the way in. Your moans became louder with every touch he gave you. Also the table just got runied as your dripping juice landed on it, wetting the material. But you couldn't care less as Jinni pushed another finger into you, slowly starting to move them. In and out. Up and down. His tongue played harshly with your clit. Licking, flicking and sucking it. His breath felt so hot on your skin. You wanted to touch him so bad but couldn't. The handcuffs didn't allow you to move very much. But you enjoyed it, you loved it and you wanted to feel more.

"Do you like it when I thrust deep into you?", he asked, looking up to you. His eyes were so dark and full of desire. With one move of his fingers you arched your back of the table and almost screamed. Seokjin smirked. He found it. He found that one spot that let you see stars. "You really liked that huh?", he leaned back down to suck on your already red clit. As he started too hit your hidden spot with every thrust of his fingers you lost it. Screaming and throwing your head back and forth was the only thing you could do.

"Cum", is all he had to whisper and you let go. Your legs felt shaky, your eyes were closed as you tried to catch your breath. Seokjin pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. With his other hand he gently caressed over your stomatch. "Are you okay love?", he asked and leaned down to kiss you deeply. Kissing him back while nodding. You felt how his hands moved up to yours and opened the handcuffs. Jinni took your hands in his and gently caressed them, "Did it hurt?". You looked up at him and smiled, "No Jinni~ You were amazing and I very much enjoyed it!". He kept holding your hands and looked into your eyes. It should feel tense but there was something different now. He had a slight hint of happiness in his eyes.

"When you fell fron heaven to become my sinner?", he winked at you and started to laugh. You couldn't believe he used that line on you. "D-Did you just-", is how you started but ended as you realised he called you a 'sinner'. "DID you just c-call me a SINNER??", pulling your hands away from his, you gasped. Slapping your hand over your mouth, "How could you??". Seokjin just had to look at you and understood the game you were playing. He loved you for it. "What are you than? A nun??", he smirked while looking at your neck, "But a nun shouldn't have those things~", he pointed at your hickeys. "N-No! But I'm an Angel~", you smiled as innocent as possible at him. Jinni started to laugh while shaking his head, "Says the one who discusses our sex life with my group members~". Making you gasp again while grabbing something from behind, "Says the one who uses handcuffs on his girlfriend~", you smirked right back at him. And than both of you started to laugh. Everything was like usually and that was what you loved about your realtionship. It's doesn't always have to be serious. Jinni always made you have fun.

Seokjin hugged you and kissed your cheek, "I love you so much my princess~", he kissed your nose and than your forhead. Enjoying his touch you giggeld, "I love you too my prince~ Very much~", you leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. Out of the soft kiss another make out started. Your tongues were all over each other. Without thinking you pushed him down on the table and pulled down his towel. His king sized cock jumped straight up in your hand and pullsed once. You pulled away from the kiss just to look down. A glance of his throbbing hard dick alone made you all horny again. Taking it in your hand and rubbing lazly up and down. Your slow moves got faster after a bit time had passed. Jinnis growls were so hot. Just as you were about to lean down he pushed you gently away, "S-Stop! I want to cum in you~", seokjin said while sitting up.

He stood up and before you could say something he picked you up as you were his bride and walked back to your bedroom. Arms around his neck, face against his sweaty still wet chest. He smelled soo damk good and you felt so damn safe. It was an amazing feeling. But that soon ended as he just dropped you on the bed and almost jumped over you. "Sorry princess, but I can't wait any longer! I can't be gently now.. let me ruin you?~", seokjin growled, spreading your legs and leaving more marks on your neck. His hips started to rub his cock against your wet slit. You moaned and let your head fall back against the pillow, "Y-Yes please ruin me Daddy~". You did it. You let it all out. Your fantasy finally becoming reality. You looked up at your prince, to see how he reacted. Jinni didn't mind at all. His innocence was long gone and everything you said just made his cock want you more. He couldn't wait to feel your insides,to feel your clench around him. Without a warning he pushed into you. Softly, inch by inch. But his inches were huge. He wasn't even half in yet.

"Are you sure you can take all of Daddy today?", he had stopped for a while. Caressing over your thighs while kissing your stomatch. You just nodded and whined a quiet, "Y-Yes more daddy", since your mind was blank. All you could feel was him. Lucky that was all Jinni needed to continue. He pushed all of him into you, until his hips met your thighs. You felt so full but you loved beeing full. You loved taking all of his huge cock.

Seokjin stayed still and played with your nipples, "Daddy is so proud of you~ You take me so well! Look how amazing we fit together~", he praised you again. The feeling made you tear up. It just felt so good. "M-move please..", you whined while laying your hands around his neck, wanting him closer. But you also just pushed him deeper, which made both of you moan loudly. All of sudden you felt his precum dripping down your thigh. Quickly forgetting about it as you felt a hard, deep thrust, "Look what you did love! Making me lose my mind! I will destroy you~", seokjin moaned against your neck while grabbing your legs. He pulled them over his shoulders as he thrusted into you in a fast pace. Hard, deep and fast wasn't the best thing for you. You screamed, yelled, threw your head from side to the other and even cried tears as you two got lost in the ocean of pure desire. You were such a mess and Seokjin enjoyed that.

"I'm going too-", jinni growled while pounding into you with an incredible speed. "I'm your dom Y/N! My cum in you will be the proof for it!". His dirty words made you fall over the cliff. Your whole body started to shake and you even squirted. Screaming out his name over and over again. Seokjin felt you clenching around him. You would cum any second. As he heard your scream his name it was over for him. With a few quick, fast thrusts he painted your walls white. Breathing hardly he let himself fall on top of you and rolled you over. Now you layed on his chest while he held you close. Jinni caressed over your back while kissing your forhead gently, "You did so well my lovely princess~", his voice was filled with so much love and warmth. You smiled and looked up to him, kissing him with all the strengh you had left. "You also were amazing Worldwide Handsome~", you whispered against his lips with a giggle coming out of your moth. Seokjin just chuckled and grabbed the blanket just to pull it over the both of you, "Let's stay like this for a few more minutes until I'll clean you up okay?", he whispered while kissing your hair. The only thing you could do was nod as a sudden tiredness overcame your body. The last thing you heard, before you fell asleep was Jinnis, 'I love you'.

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~ A few hours later in the evening ~

As you felt the sun shining on your face you slowly opened your eyes. The first thing you felt was Seokjin's breath against your neck, the first thing you saw was the sunset over the city and the first thing that came to your mind was Seokjin's birthday. You two should've been with his other members by now, celebrating his birthday. But instead you were sleeping almost all day. Looking over to your wonderfull, still sleeping boyfriend you couldn't bring yourself to wake him. Jinni looked so happy and calm. You raised one hand to caress through his soft, fluffy hair. The only thing you could at moment was admiring him. You were so damn lucky to have such a boyfriend like Seokjin.

"Love?", you heard his still sleepy sounding voice in your ear. All of sudden you got pushed back into the matress as Jinni got on top of you. Suddenly kissing you with so much passion. Still suprised but so in love, you kissed him back while caressing over his bright shoulders, down his strong back. After another make out he pulled away and smiled at you. The brightest smile you ever saw on Seokjin. "I'm so happy to have you Y/N. You always do so much for me and you're always there for me. Today I had a great day, thanks to you. I actually have everyday a great day because of you. I don't need bought things or special suprises. The only thing I need is you Y/N. You are the best present I ever got!". His words sounded so beautiful, so honest and also so full of love. You could yourself feel getting teary eyed and your heart atched so painful but also so full of happiness. You weren't sure what you felt but it was a rollercoaster of emotions.

You smiled at him and just realised from his look that you must have started to cry. A minute later you could feel a tear running down your cheek. Today morning you were so insecure and frustrated with yourself and now your boyfriend just told you how he feels about you. That you were more then enough for him. That fact alone made you feel so happy.

Hugging jinni while trying to find words you could say to him, "I'm glad jinni! I was scared that I wouldn't be good enough for you since I didn't have any kind of idea for a present. But now I don't think so anymore! I'm just so thankfull to have you by my side~", is what you rambled together. Your tears stopped in the middle of talking but your voice still cracked a bit. Seokjin hugged you tightly while just letting you talk. He caressed through your hair and chuckled as you finished. "We really must be destined to be each others presents. Because I never told you, but there was a time when I had the same thoughts. But not anymore~", he leaned away to look in your eyes, "I truly love you!", he said with a bright smile on his stunning face. "I truly love you too, Kim Seokjin", you said with a happy and honest smile on your face.

"AWWW~ What a beautiful Scene!!", said a voice from the bedroom door, "You're amazing Hyung! No wonder that your realtionship is going on for so long!", another voice. This seems kind of familiar. Jungkook's voice! Your head snapped towards the door and you saw the two younger members, Jimin and Jungkook standing there. Smirks covering there face. You pulled the blanket closer to your body while hiding behind the sheets. "YAH! What are you doing here?? Out! Now!", Seokjin gave you the whole blanket and jumped up to see the boys out. But sadly he forget that he wasn't wearing anything either. "Hyung are you sure you wanna go out like that? The others are here too, you know?", jungkook pointed at Seokjin's body and tried his best not to laugh out loud. ( I was dying writing this lol ).

"Wow! Did you grew bigger since the last time I saw you?? That is not fair! I want to be king sized too!!", Jimin whined while walking away, but later on you could hear is laugh. 'Such a slytherin..', you thought while trying your best to hold it togther. But the situation was just to funny and embarrassing. "I- What??", Seokjin looked down on himself as he realised that he was still naked after our exciting event earlier on. "Shit! Jungkook out! I'll be there any minute", he stuttered and you could already imagine how red his ears must have become. "Sure sure hyung! I'm happy for you. And nice hickeys Y/N~", the younger flashed you a smirk while walking away, closing the door behind him. That left you two alone again.

Silcence. Now it was quiet. The embarrassment still in the air. 1,2,3..laughter was heard. Seokjin and you both bursted out in tears of laughter while looking at each other. In your head you agreed with Jimin's words. This all was a beautiful scene! And your bound was a beautiful present.

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(I hope you enjoyed! ♡ )

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Three’s a Crowd

Summary: When Geralt leaves you and Jaskier behind to go hunt, you are pulled into spending the day in town with Jaskier. Fluff and mischief ensues.

Warnings: None!

Pairings: Jaskier x genderless reader *(see A/N)

Square Filled: Kissed to keep quiet

Word Count: 2,595

A/N: Here is my second submission for the 2021 Witcher Bingo! @thewitcherbingo While this is a genderless reader fic, there is a scene involving the reader with jewelry, so that could be seen as “feminine” if you really squint. Of course, boys and theys can wear jewelry too! Also, thank you to @toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account for letting me use a hilarious phrase they came up with!

Tags: @ayyyyitswednesdaymydoods @blackjay04 @mxsmwndr @bravelittlesunflower @weaselbee04

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Truth be told, I was glad when I realized Geralt had left without us. Were my feelings hurt? A little. But I forgot about it when I realized it meant I got to sleep in.

However, I was only a few minutes into my next bout of sleep when the door to my room came crashing open.

“(Y/N)!” the cause of the commotion yelled. Jaskier.

I didn’t even open my eyes. I should have known this would happen. Sleeping in? Never heard of it.

“What?” I snapped.

The door closed and I heard footsteps coming closer. Then all of a sudden, the covers were yanked off my body and I felt his rough hands shaking me.

“Geralt left without us! Can you believe him?”

My eyes shot open and I pulled the covers back over. But not before glaring at Jaskier, who looked genuinely concerned about the whole thing.

“Yes, actually, I can believe him. And I was trying to sleep in. Do you mind?”

Jaskier scoffed and took a few steps back, raising his hands in an apology.

“Fine, fine. I see that I am more worked up about it than you are. Although normally it is just me that you two tend to leave behind,” he said, a bit of a sad look gracing his features. But in a split second it was gone and replaced with a much happier one. A mischievous one. Oh no.

“Come on, let’s go find something to do! I cannot simply sit in this dusty old inn, wasting away as the hours go by,” said Jaskier as he fell onto the foot of my bed dramatically. “I am far too beautiful and talented for that.”

I sighed. “If I come with you, will you be quiet?”

“Absolutely not.”

Well, at least he was honest.

The town was far more active than I expected it to be at this time of day. I wonder what there was to do.

Currently, I trailed behind Jaskier through the groups of people crowding around the shops and stalls in the market. At least he was easy to spot with his lute strapped to his back.

“Jaskier,” I called to him. I didn’t think he would hear me, but he stopped and turned to look for me.

Once I caught up, I huffed and said, “Do you honestly carry that thing everywhere we go?”

He gave me a look as if to tell me I was insane.

“Of course! You never know when musical inspiration might strike.”

I rolled my eyes, but honestly it was one of my favorite things about him. His antics never failed to make me laugh.

“So do you have a plan for us, or are we to wander aimlessly through the town square?”

“Does this not suit you, my friend? Oh please, do tell me what sits so heavily on your heart!” Jaskier announced dramatically.

I laughed and he smiled back at me. How childish.

“Fine. I want to find some food. Lead the way, lute boy.”

Jaskier gasped indignantly. But there was a twinkle in his eye that let me know he was happy. We often played this type of game with each other. Feigning annoyance or being dramatic or something of the sort to make the other laugh. It was almost a contest, although there was never a clear winner. Simply spending time with the other was enough.

“Anything for Your Majesty,” Jaskier declared with a bow.

Eventually we came to a stall that looked to be selling sweets. The colors and textures of the food caught my eye from afar, and as soon as I saw it I grabbed the sleeve of Jaskier’s doublet to pull him over.

“Oi, this was very expensive you know. Try not to rip it, hmm?”

Ignoring his comment, I continued to pull him over until we were in front of it.

“Ohh, I see. Finally found something you’d like? I knew you would come around.”

I let go of his sleeve and he turned to the man selling the sweets.

“How much are your goods, fair merchant?”

While Jaskier talked to the man, I looked around at other stalls in the area. A jeweler’s stand caught my eye next. I knew anything over there would be too expensive, but I wanted to look anyway.

As I turned back to Jaskier, he had bought both of us a piece of candy from the man, and I took mine from him with a smile.

“Thank you, Jaskier. You didn’t have to pay for mine.”

He unwrapped his candy quickly, and glanced at me with that crooked smile that makes women and men alike weak in the knees.

“I wanted to. Now- where to next?”

My eyes betrayed my mind, settling on the jewelry that I knew would be too expensive to even consider purchasing.

Jaskier followed my gaze across the square to the bits and baubles I was focused on, and a forlorn look fell onto his face.

“Darling, I don’t mean to put a damper on things, but I can smell how expensive that place is all the way over here.”

I sighed and looked up at him.

“I know, but I just want to look. Can we, please?”

His face softened, and he gave me a small nod to signal it was okay. I didn’t even try to hide my happiness when I grabbed his hand and pulled him around the square for the second time today. Not once did he complain, which I felt very undeserving of.

I realized how large his hand was in mine, and I truly couldn’t remember if I had ever touched him in this way before. Of course, I had imagined it countless times. It felt nice.

I think that both of us knew we were crazy about the other. We were both just too scared to say anything. Or maybe we were just comfortable with the way things were, without a label.

Either way, I couldn’t suppress the tingling feeling in my fingers as I let go of his hand when we made it to our destination. And gods, it didn’t live up to any expectation I had formed in the past few minutes of wondering.

There were rows upon rows of every kind of jewelry you could imagine. Necklaces, rings, bracelets, barrettes, brooches... there were simply too many to name. Numerous golds and silvers alike glistened in the afternoon sunlight, enough to take your breath away if you weren’t careful.

“Wow,” Jaskier breathed next to me.

“I think this shop is worth more than both of our lives put together. Especially yours,” I murmured so only he could hear.

“I- what does that even mean?”

Before I could comment something smart back, the lady caught us in her sight and came over with a smile plastered across her face, ready to try and sell us something.

“How can I help you two today?”

Jaskier and I glanced at each other, not sure of what to tell her.

“Uh, we’re just looking for now. Thank you though,” I said in a bit of a hurry.

She seemed content with that, nodding slightly and then walking away to help someone else who would probably actually buy something.

Once more I couldn’t help but stare at all the rows in front of me. I think I could look at them forever, imagining myself wearing all the pieces to some fancy ball or banquet.

The only thing to drag me out of my thoughts was a small, timid tug on my sleeve. I turned and saw Jaskier looking at me. But he wasn’t really looking directly at me. His mind seemed to be elsewhere.

“We should go,” he said in a low tone.

“What? What’s wrong? Five more minutes. Let me dream a bit longer.”

He looked over me and around me before looking behind himself.

“No, I think we should really go, okay?”

“You’re acting weird, Jaskier. What’s got your doublet in a knot?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the merchant woman walk towards us once more. Everything seemed fine until Jaskier turned to see what I was looking at, and then the woman seemed a lot less friendly.

“Hey!” she yelled loudly, drawing attention to us.

My eyes widened and I looked at Jaskier, who was now stock still next to me. It was then I noticed that a gold chain was dangling out of his pocket that wasn’t there before.

“Shit,” he hissed.

Without another word he grabbed my hand, and we took off running. We weren’t the only ones however. Behind us, I heard thundering footsteps and the sound of metal on metal. The guards were after us.

“Jaskier, did you really swipe something off that woman’s stall?”

He turned over his shoulder slightly to look at me as we ran, but didn’t say anything. Maybe I was crazy, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

He had a death grip on my hand, and it didn’t let up as we ran through the streets taking twists and turns trying to lose the guards behind us. It was exhilarating, to be honest. So much so, that a laugh bubbled inside me and burst out before I could stop it.

“You’re crazy!” I yelled to Jaskier over all the noise and the rush of the wind.

He chuckled breathlessly, exhausted from the sudden sprint we had started.

“Just keep running! And don’t let go of my hand- I don’t want to get separated.”

I smiled to myself and looked down at the ground where my feet met the dirt in a rhythmic sort of way. And once again, I laughed. Only this time, Jaskier laughed with me, out of breath and unashamed. Running this way with him, hand in hand, was freeing. I felt so alive. I didn’t care where he was leading me- wherever it was, I would follow.

Jaskier pulled me around one last turn, and then into an alley. The guards were significantly farther behind us now. Even so, we cowered into a dark corner of the alley, and tried to catch our breath. However, when we looked at each other, a fit of giggles overtook us both.

“That was..”

“That was-”

We both spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time, causing us to giggle once more. My chest and stomach were aching from the lack of air, but it was a small price to pay for how happy and carefree I felt right now.

“So, what in the gods names did you take, Jaskier? And why?”

His smile fell a bit before he dug into his pocket where I had seen the gold chain earlier. But before he could get it all the way out, a familiar sound of thundering footsteps began to get closer.

“Shit,” Jaskier hissed, shoving the chain back down into his pocket like before.

He suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me farther into the corner, but there wasn’t much room left.

“Jaskier, we’re gonna get caught!” I whispered.

His eyes scanned the area frantically and then came back to settle on me. By the sounds of it, the guards would be on us any minute now, and we would be caught.

In a split second, his mouth fell open a bit and he looked as though he had an idea. Without saying anything, he reached up and pulled the hood of my cloak up on my head, before shedding his doublet, leaving him only in his white undershirt. He threw his doublet into a passing carriage, and grabbed me roughly by the shoulders before turning me around and placing me roughly against the cold, stone wall.

“Jaskier, what the f-”

Right as the guards rounded the corner, Jaskier shoved his face onto mine and kissed me feverishly, pushing his body against mine until my back hurt against the hard wall behind me. Needless to say, it threw me off a bit, especially when he pulled my hood to the side so that it shielded both of our faces from the guards who were now running directly past us, paying us absolutely no mind.

Only when the sound of their feet faded into the distance did he pull away, eyes wild and hair sticking up in every direction imaginable. The only sounds that could be heard now were our heavy breaths, though we were still so close together it could have easily been mistaken as just one.

“Um, Jaskier...”

“I’m sorry,” he croaked in a hushed whisper.

“Uh, well, actually. I think the guards are coming back. Don’t you hear them?”

For a second, a look of utter confusion overtook his face. But almost as soon as it had come, a devilish grin replaced it.

“Actually yeah, they’re quite loud, aren’t they? Just to be safe...”

This time, both of us met each others lips at the same time, and it was much more pleasant than the first one. Our mouths moved in sync, in perfect harmony, as they had meant to all this time. His hands came up to hold the sides of my face tenderly, causing my hood to slip away and a rush of cold air to make me shiver. However, as soon as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, the coldness was replaced by warmth, and I smiled into the kiss. Not once did he break from his aggressive, almost hungry kisses, and neither did I. We had both wanted this for so long, and neither of us wanted it to end.

Unfortunately, I had to pull away for air, so I begrudgingly stopped kissing him. But that didn’t stop him. He continued kissing me, on my cheeks, down my neck, and finally on my forehead, one last, gentle time.

“Why hadn’t we done this before now?” I gasped.

“Well,” he said in between kisses down my neck and face, “Geralt is usually around and...”

He stopped to place a gentle, final kiss on my lips, much different from the desperate ones before.

“Three’s a crowd after all.”

I smiled dumbly at him, still panting, and he mirrored my euphoria.

“Oh, right,” he muttered, pulling out the chain from his pocket.

“I got this for you.”

He reached out to me, danging a gold chain off his fingers. It was decorated with my favorite stones and colors, and it almost brought a tear to my eye. He remembered my favorite things?

“Jaskier, you stole that for me?”

He opened and closed his mouth several times before scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh, yes? I just- I saw how badly you wanted something from there and I couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful this would look on you. Before I knew it, I had it in my hands and was making to put it away.”

Rolling my eyes, I gave him a laugh and took it gently from him.

“Thank you so much. Truly... it’s wonderful.”

Jaskier smiled shyly at me, not at all matching the fierceness I had seen on him moments ago.

“Shame about your doublet though. I seem to remember you saying it was quite expensive.”

He chuckled and kicked at the dirt, flipping his hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah, well, there will be others. Now, let’s go. We probably shouldn’t hang around here.”

I smiled before placing the necklace around my neck, making sure it was covered by my clothing.

“Lead the way, lute boy.”

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Physical Fatality Part 5- Proud

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings for minor manga spoilers, oral sex (giving and receiving), facefucking, dom/sub themes

Masterlist

“You need better concealer Katsuki, whatever brand you’re using now is shit,” you comment by way of greeting as you meet Bakugo in front of the agency for patrol.

“The fuck are you on about idiot?” Bakugo scowls. “I can still see the hickeys Red Riot left on your neck,” you grin as you begin walking. His face goes bright red as he catches up to you. “These aren’t-“ he begins but you cut him off rolling your eyes. “Don’t bother, we both know whatever lie you try to come up with won’t be a good one. May I suggest trying Fenty brand concealer out before you have your next rendezvous.” “Whatever, keep talking shit if you wanna keep living on Deku’s couch forever.” “What does your shitty job at covering up hickeys have to do with my technically being homeless?” “I might’ve found you a new place but the more you open your trap the less inclined I am to tell you about it.” “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you so much?” Bakugo rolls his eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t fall out or get stuck. “Look Kirishima’s got a friend who went to high school with us, Mina Ashido. If you paid any attention to the charts you might recognize her as the acid hero Pinky,” he explains. “Ohh I know her! I follow her on Insta,” you say. “I… y’know what? Sure. Great. Well, her roommate is moving out and Kiri says she’s looking for a new one.” “Aww, so he’s Kiri now?” “I swear to god (y/n) do you want the room or not?” “Right! Yes, I totally want the room! Thanks so much Katsuki!” you beam at him. “You’re lucky I find you entertaining dumbass. Here’s Mina’s number,” he sighs as he pulls out his phone and texts over her contact details. “Seriously though, I owe you one. I’ll give her a call later today,” you tell him. “Whatever, let’s just get on with patrol,” Bakugo scoffs. You know he appreciates your thanks anyway.

You love patrolling with Bakugo because the two of you are equally competitive. Sure, on bigger takedowns you both know how to reign it in and focus, but on days like today where all you get is a small time robbery or two both of you let yourselves go a little bit. It’s all about who can round up the most villains in the least amount of time. These competitions were a large part in why you earned Bakugo’s respect and had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship, not that he would ever call it that. Your favorite tradition of you and Bakugo’s patrols, however, was the race back. Once you guys neared the end of your route, you would pause, do a short countdown and then you were off. First one back to the agency wins, the only rule was that you couldn’t do anything that could draw a bad headline i.e. destroying property or getting civilians caught in the crossfire. It was such a staple of the two of you’s patrol that many people had come to know them and you’d get the occasional group of spectators to watch you and the explosive blonde racing. The current record is 112-113 in Bakugo’s favor but you’re determined to fix that now. The two of you finally reach your usual starting point and both of you get a grin of anticipation. “Ready to watch me widen that lead?” Bakugo asks. “No way in hell, I’m tying it back up,” you fire back. You both look at each other and together countdown

3…

2…

1…

Go!

You’re both sprinting forward careful to avoid any pedestrians. You see a clear path starting to open up ahead of Bakugo and quickly scan for an obstacle you can throw in his way last minute. Your eyes land on a mailbox so you reach out with your quirk and then wait to time it until just before he’s about to blast himself forward. Right as he’s surging forward, the finish line in sight and his hands sparking, you jerk the mailbox in front of him so he barrels directly into it. You give him a wink before sprinting the last bit inside, using your quirk to shove the doors open and slide into home as he is just getting back up off the ground. He runs inside shortly after you and you crow out your victory. “Eat shit, Katsuki! It’s 113 all now,” you laugh out of breath, panting as you bend over with your hands on your knees. “Can’t believe you hit me with a fucking mailbox,” he huffs back. “It’s not destruction of property so it’s valid,” you point out. You stand back up straight, chest still heaving with exertion and sweaty from the run only to look towards the elevators and see Hawks staring at you. You belatedly realize that Shoto is with him and also giving you a curious look and it only occurs to you then what an odd picture you and Bakugo must’ve made rushing into the agency like that. “We, uh, we race,” you pant out by way of explanation as you and Bakugo finally start to catch your breath and make your way towards the elevators.

As the four of you get into the elevator Bakugo asks “What brings you guys here?” “Apparently All Might and Father want us to get started on the investigation into the attempted terror attack at the gala last week. We finally got access to security camera footage, personnel interviews, stuff like that, so we should be able to make at least a little head way. Tokoyami and Midoriya are already upstairs getting started,” Shoto explains. Hawks is still fucking staring at you and you can’t figure out why but it’s borderline making you sweat again. Since that night in Shoto’s basement Hawks had been doing his best to woo you. He had sent not-so-anonymous notes and flowers to your desk signed off only as “From your mystery man” to avoid the potential scandal of you having a fling from the enemy agency. Even still you could tell that the lower ranking heroes were starting to whisper and wonder about who your new suitor is.

As the elevator reaches your floor and everyone steps out you’re keenly aware that you need to change back into your civilian clothes if you’re about to comb through security data and interviews for hours. “I’m gonna take a shower then I’ll join you guys,” you explain, jerking a finger towards the women’s locker room, before using your quirk to grab a duffel bag from your desk. “We’ll fill you in on anything we find,” Bakugo assures you and you nod before heading to the locker room. Once you’ve disappeared into the locker room Bakugo turns to Hawks and asks “Well? Aren’t you going to go after her?” “What?” Hawks asks as he’s finally snapped out of the trance you’d put him in from the moment he’d seen you sweaty and laughing, looking impossibly sexy in your hero costume. Shoto rolls his eyes. “You weren’t subtle. Something tells me you’d be too distracted to help right now anyway,” Shoto adds in.

Hawks tries not to look too eager as he follows after you but fails. He rushes to the locker room and locks the door behind him. It seems as if the top floor is pretty much reserved to you, Bakugo, and Midoriya but better safe than sorry. You’re already in the shower by the time Hawks arrives, the hot water rinsing away the sweat you’d worked up on patrol and any muscle aches that had been threatening to make an appearance. You hear footsteps approaching and immediately have a pretty good guess for who it is. “So that’s what all the staring was about,” you tease as you turn around to find Hawks leaning against the boundary between the showers and the drier part of the room where the actual lockers are. “How else did you expect me to react when you were looking so hot all sweaty and with that bright, beautiful smile of yours?” Hawks flirts. “Do you have an off button or?” you ask. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? We are a little pressed for time you know,” Hawks replies by way of an answer. You pretend to think for a moment but the reality is you knew and were hoping for this exact outcome the moment you heard the door open again. “Well, hurry up and get in here then,” you tell him. He’s all too eager to oblige.

He quickly strips out of his hero costume before coming to join you under the shower’s warm spray. He’s already half hard, and getting harder by the moment, as he presses you close to him and draws you in for a kiss. It’s slow and needy and addicting because he kisses you like you’re something precious. His hands slowly skate up your rib cage before moving to massage your breasts. You’re about to wrap a hand around his now achingly hard dick but before you can he’s pulling away from your kiss and giving you a devilish look. You’re about to ask why when suddenly he’s sinking to his knees in front of you and you wonder if there’s ever been a hotter sight. “Spread those legs for me Artemis.” There’s something about the way he says your hero name that makes it sound like absolute sin. So you do as told and spread your legs as his hands find their home at your waist but he doesn’t go straight to the main attraction. No, first he leaves open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. So close to what you truly want but not quite. “What happened to being short on time?” you groan, desperate to have his mouth on you. He chuckles and you can feel his breath ghost against your sex. The feeling makes you shudder. “So impatient little dove,” he smirks but regardless he finally licks along the folds of your labia. You have to grab the wall for balance as his tongue begins to circle your clit before he pulls the nub into his mouth to gently suck on it. “Oh god,” you cry out as one hand instinctively goes to tangle in his hair and you can feel him smirk against you, the cocky bastard, but can’t find it in you to really care when his tongue is now sliding inside you. He eats you out like it’s his job and Christ does he deserve a promotion. He slides one hand down from your waist to provide extra stimulation to your sensitive clit and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge with a cry of his name. His real name.

He stands with a self-satisfied look on his face as you reel him in for a kiss. “Job well done I take it?” he asks. “Very well done. I think I ought to return the favor,” you reply and now it’s Hawks’ turn to watch in wonder as you sink to your knees in front of him. He curses above you just at the sight alone but then you’re taking him into your mouth and he already knows this isn’t going to last long. You take him in slowly, inch by aching inch, until you can feel the head of his cock kiss the back of your throat and the moan he makes as you hollow out your cheeks is music to your ears. You pull back enough so he sits more comfortably in your mouth and use your hand to work the remaining length as you begin to bob your head up and down along his shaft. You feel his hand tangle into your hair and hold on for dear life and he’s trying so hard to resist the urge to move his hips. You pull off and smirk up at him and he almost whines at the loss. “You’re being so good trying not to fuck into my mouth Keigo,” you say and while he wants to be indignant about the tone you’re using there’s no denying it makes his dick twitch. “So good I think you’ve earned a reward,” you continue and god Keigo just knows you’re going to be the death of him at this rate. “You want to fuck my face Kei?” you ask and it’s a miracle he doesn’t explode right there. “Fuck (y/n), yes. God, yes,” he pants out. “Then do it, I give you permission,” you grin before taking him back in. You don’t have to tell him twice. He fucks into the wet heat of your mouth like his life depends on it, tightly gripping your hair to hold you in place as he chases his orgasm. He tugs on your hair in warning that he’s close, so close. You tighten your grip on his hips to let him know it’s ok. Soon after his hips stutter as he begins spilling his seed down your throat with a groan. You take it all, swallowing every drop until he’s finally spent.

As you stand back up Keigo immediately pulls you in for a bruising kiss, still able to taste himself on your tongue, and it’s so possessive and demanding that in any other situation you may have gone another round. But you both have already been gone from the meeting too long so instead he pulls away and practically growls, “I’ll get you back for that mouth of yours later.” “Promise?” you tease. “Tonight. I’ll take you somewhere proper with no reporters,” he tells you before pressing a quick but rough kiss to your lips and then exiting the shower to go dry off and get redressed. Fuck, he’s going to be the death of you. You take another few moments in the shower before you step out to get dressed as well and find Hawks has already left the locker room, presumably to join the others in the meeting. After putting back on your civilian clothes you exit the locker room and head over to the conference room designated for the task force. Bakugo gives you a smirk as you walk in and you flip him off in return. Finally you take your seat and tune into the conversation, fully shifting into work mode.

By the end of the meeting you’ve managed to rule out the league of villains and most of the remaining yakuza groups out there but haven’t got much else. “There’s some similarities with a case I’ve been looking into from a month or so back. It was kicked lower down the food chain but I still have notes and I can probably get the files I’ll just have to swing back by Endeavor’s,” Hawks sighs. “Let’s deal with those tomorrow morning. Meet back here same time?” Midoriya asks. Everyone nods their agreement before rising to leave the conference room. “I should probably still grab those files tonight,” Hawks admits as you all walk out. “That’s cool, I’ll just roll with. No worries,” you shrug. “You’re the best you know that?” he grins. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing. Let me grab my shit real quick and then we can head out,” you tell him before running off to do just that. Shortly afterward Tokoyami walks up to Hawks. “I’m proud of you, Hawks,” he says and Hawks gives him an odd look. “What’re you talking about?” Hawks asks. “I was worried you’d freak out when you found out she worked for All Might. You know how Endeavor gets, still buying into the whole dumb feud thing. I’m glad you didn’t let that stop you though,” Tokoyami explains. “I mean yea Endeavor’s no fan of the guy, but he wouldn’t actually care about me seeing someone from All Might’s agency... right?” Hawks replies. Tokoyami’s eyes widen briefly but he coughs to cover up his reaction. “No, no, yea you’re probably right. Anyway, she’s good for you I feel like. I’m glad you two found each other,” Tokoyami finally says. Before Hawks can press any further you reappear in front of him and ask “Ready to go?” “Yea, I’m ready,” he says, throwing one last look at Tokoyami before shaking it off and following you back to the elevator.

Hawks is sort of quiet on the way over to Endeavor’s agency but you figure he must be thinking over the case still. It’s late so when you arrive at the office building the lobby is all but deserted except for one woman standing off to the side looking uncomfortable and lost. She’s older with thick hair and looks to have had a rough go of life if you had to guess. You notice her before Hawks does so you walk over to see if she’s ok. After all if she’s hanging out in the lobby of a hero agency this late at night she must be in trouble right? “Excuse me ma’am are you ok?” you ask the woman gently. She turns to you and the look in her eyes is almost distant. “I’m looking for my son,” she says mildly. You’re about to ask for more information on her son, like a physical description or where she’d lost him, when suddenly Hawks is right behind you. “What are you doing here?” he asks and his voice is cold in a way you’ve never heard before. You’re about to chastise him but stop short. You look from his face back to the woman’s. It can’t be. Can it? “Is that anyway to talk to your mother?” the woman asks and you have to resist the temptation to gasp audibly. Hawks grits his teeth, looking frustrated and you can’t help but let your eyes wander to the agency doors that any number of heroes could walk through at any second. You’re not sure Hawks would appreciate you showing him any kind of physical affection in front of his mom so you instead reach out with your quirk, giving his wrist a quick, hopefully reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t we take this upstairs, yeah? Hawks you can get that file you need and you two can talk with a little more privacy,” you suggest. The woman gives you an almost detached look but nods and Hawks sighs “yea sure,” before turning to go up the elevator.

The top floor is blissfully empty. You wish you could appreciate being in Endeavor’s agency a bit more but you’re more concerned for Keigo and the woman who is apparently his mother. She goes to take a seat at one of the desks and sits there quietly. “I’m sorry. I promised you a proper night out,” Keigo sighs and it breaks your heart a little seeing him like this. “It’s ok Kei, we can take a rain check,” you promise giving him a small smile before turning to leave and give him privacy. “Wait,” he says suddenly as he lurches forward to grab hold of your wrist. You turn back to look at him and find desperation so clear in his golden eyes.

“Stay?”

“Of course.”

He gives a relieved sigh before steeling himself and turning back to face his mother. “What do you need?” he asks, and the simple act of asking seems to be draining for him. “The commission money is running out. I didn’t know how to contact you so I waited until everyone had gone and came here. I figure being number two and all you could help me out?” she asks. “How much?” “Just enough to last me until I get a job.” “You’re not even looking for a job.” “I am.” “Stop lying.” “Fine then I just need enough to pay for food for awhile. You and the HPSC got me in that big, fancy house, the food is all I really need.” Hawks somehow doubts that’s true. “Fine, I’ll deposit some money into your account. Here’s my number too. Just call next time,” he tells her as one of his feathers unearths a business card from his desk and puts it on the desk she’s sitting at. For a moment she stares at the little card as if unable to register what it is, but eventually she does take it off the desk hesitantly, as if afraid it may disappear. “Thank you. Goodbye Keigo,” she says before standing and heading to the elevator. She’s about to walk out when she suddenly stops. “I am proud of you by the way,” she confesses but before Keigo can respond she steps into the elevator and then she’s gone. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” Keigo sighs. “Don’t apologize,” you assure him. “I ruined our evening. I think that warrants an apology,” he scoffs and you hate the self deprecating undertone you can hear in it. “Tell you what, why don’t you grab that file we need and then I’ll take you some place,” you offer. He gives you an odd look but nods all the same. You try to convince yourself this isn’t a horrible idea.

A cemetery. The place you had taken him was a cemetery. Hawks isn’t sure what to think but he can tell this isn’t necessarily easy for you as you lead him through the tombstones. You finally stop at a marker and sit down in front of it. Hawks joins you, eyes scanning your face before finally drifting to the tombstone. He freezes when he recognizes your last name at the top. There’s one name engraved below that, a woman’s, and Keigo finally puts the pieces together. “My dad was a big gambler,” you start to explain, “but he wasn’t very good at it. He was constantly betting big and losing it all. My mom would work long hours all day every day just trying to get food on the table and he would blow it all in a night or two. It wasn’t sustainable, obviously, so he started getting into shady shit to make up the extra funds. I guess eventually he screwed over the wrong person, they came to the house to settle the score so to speak but he was gone so my mom paid the price for him. I was on my way home from school at the time so, um, I ended up being the one to find her.” Keigo reaches over to gently take your hand but doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. “My dad was arrested about a year or so after my debut as a hero, just when I was starting to gain momentum at All Might’s. The press ate that shit up, it was all over the news. I think that’s why they’re so hard on me now. They’re just waiting for me to prove I’m no better than the situation I grew up in,” you finish. “Maybe your dad and mine are sharing a cell,” Keigo offers and it’s far more than you ever expected from him. “That’s why your real name is a secret.” Keigo nods. “It was a deal my mother struck with the HPSC. She gave them me, they gave her a fuck ton of money and both of us a fresh start. The Takami name was wiped from both our records,” he explains. “How old were you?” “Six or seven.” “That’s hard.” “Yea.” The two of you briefly lapse back into silence before you finally clear your throat, forcing back any tears that were threatening to fall. “Anyway, I didn’t bring you here to tell you how shit my dad was. I, um, like to come here sometimes to talk to her. I figured it was only fair that you meet my mom since I met yours,” you explain, “if you’re comfortable with it, that is.” “I’d love to meet your mom,” Keigo says, giving your hand a tight squeeze. You respond with a watery smile before turning back to the tombstone. “Hey Mom. I know it’s been a minute since my last visit, work has been kinda crazy. Midoriya and Bakugo are doing well! I think Midoriya is going to propose soon and Bakugo finally got his act together with Kirishima. That’s Red Riot’s real name. I don’t remember if I told you that last time. Anyway, there’s someone here I want you to meet,” you say before turning expectantly to Keigo. “Hey Mrs. (y/l/n), it’s really great to meet you. I’m Keigo, your daughter’s new friend,” he introduces himself and it warms your heart to hear him do it with his real name and not his hero one. “You raised a pretty amazing woman ma’am. I hope you’re proud of her,” he finishes.

The two of you stay at the gravestone trading stories with each other and to your mom late into the night. There’s something freeing about it and when the two of you finally do take your leave, one thought sticks out to you amongst the rest: Against all odds, you’re in love with Keigo Takami.

Author’s Note: THIS CHAPTER WOW. First of all I really be hurtin my own damn feelings 🥲 but also as y’all can tell I very much was inspired by the backstory we got from the latest manga chapter. I’m sure the FBI agent monitoring me was very confused why I was googling what Japanese cemeteries look like but here we are. This is one of very few parts in this series that isn’t directly linked to a song off the album so it was a little harder to write but we finally got there

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thecampfirestory · 4 years

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I noticed that a lot of them were either visual artists or theater kids, and I flight, hey, Roman’s Creativity, right?

Today was the same as any other, just the three of them chilling in the dorm together at way too late an hour, but this time Roman was almost buzzing with excitement. “I have an idea, for like a show or whatever.” He blurted out.

Dee grinned. “Oh yeah? Shoot.” Roman smiled back. “Okay, so it might sound a little weird, but hear me out. It’s this guy, and he has problems, so different aspects of his personality come to life to help him sort things out.” He looked a little nervous, but still excited. “What do ya think?”

Remus started drawing at his tablet really fast. “Sounds great, bro. What’re the guys like?” Roman blushed a little. “Uhh, I kinda… based them off of our friend group? But like, in reverse, if that makes any sense. Patton is a cheerful dad guy, Virgil is still an emo gremlin except with no sense of style, Logan is a teacher-type dude who acts like a robot, Dee is suave and sophisticated…”

“Hey!” Dee objected, jokingly. Roman went on. “Remus and me are still twins, but I’m like a Disney prince and he’s a stinky garbage man.” Remus laughed. “Nice.” Dee peered over Remus’s shoulder. “Oh dude, you gave me a snake face, that’s fuckin awesome.”

Roman shuffled over. “Wait, lemme see!” Remus had drawn what Roman had described, but with some artistic liberties. “Oh my god, your mustache,” Roman wheezed.

The three of them sat there for a while, laughing at the character designs, until Dee spoke up. “Y’know, there’s something to this. Let’s call the Gremlin Gang.”

“Hey, guys, we all love you, but why the fuck did you make us come to Waffle House at 2 am?!” Virgil asked. “Yeah, I’m tired,” Logan whined. “You’re always tired,” Virgil countered. “Yeah, that’s fair.” Logan rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder. “You guys are adorable together. It’s gross.” Patton joked.

Roman explained the idea to the gremlins, and they seemed to like it, with a few complaints. “Deceit’s way too refined to go by Dee. How bout Janus?” Logan asked. Dee sighed. “Sure, it’s not like I’m using it.”

They talked for a while about possible storylines and characterization, until Roman brought up the obvious point. “The guy still needs a name.” They all thought for a second. “Thomas?” Virgil suggested. “Wasn’t that the name of that monster thing you used to dream about?” Dee asked. Virgil rolled their eyes. “Yeah, but that was forever ago.”

“What about a last name?” Remus asked. Patton chimed in, “Sanderson?” Logan laughed. “Like the fucking Hocus Pocus witches? No way, Pajamas.” Roman grinned. “Sanders. Thomas Sanders.” They all sat back and admired their idea for a second, before Logan spoke up. “Alright, I actually am tired, and I have class tomorrow, so we should pack this up for now.”

So they all went back to their own dorm rooms, and didn’t talk about the idea for a while. Until about a week later, when Virgil and Logan called a meeting at their dorm. “Okay so I had a project where I had to animate a short thing to music, and I got Logan to make the song, so whattya guys think?”

Virgil played them the scene, and they saw… their characters, in an opening theme song sequence, to a sort of jaunty tune with a bunch of whistling. It showed their faces with names under them, and then they combined together to make the guy they made up, who was labeled Thomas. Then a zoom out to a title card, which read Sanders Sides.

“Sanders Sides?” Patton asked. “Yeah, ‘cause his name is Thomas Sanders, and they’re all sides of his personality, so…” Roman looked ecstatic. “So, we’re really gonna make this?” They all looked confused.

“Ohh, I thought we already agreed on that. I kinda started writing up a draft for the pilot,” Patton said, sheepishly. “Yeah,” Logan chimed in. “I started writing themes for all the sides” Remus sighed. “Yeah, I made ref sheets.” Everyone turned to look at Dee. “Hey, I don’t look at me. I thought we were waiting.” Roman looked away.

Logan put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Hey, Ro, we didn’t mean to do this without you, we just lived your idea and wanted to help it come true. We’re sorry we upset you.” Roman was quiet for a bit. “You guys…You didn’t upset me! I can’t believe you would all put so much time into my dumb project is all. It’s really sweet.” They all hugged each other.

“I do want to know what you think about this song I wrote for the thing…” He shook his head and smiled. “This song I wrote for Sanders Sides.”

It took about a month of nonstop working, but they finally got a pilot done. A short, eleven minute one, but it was fully animated, which took forever. It had a great underscore by Logan, and Roman and Dee wrote a great song, but everyone expected that from the theater kids.

The real surprise was Patton, who was great at writing. They all chipped in for jokes, and Dee did most of the philosophical end parts, but Patton wrote a majority of the dialogue, and it was fantastic. They all made a YouTube channel, called it Thomas Sanders, and the premise was that it was a sort of animated vlogging channel run by Thomas.

They hit upload, and let it be for a while, and then a couple hours later, Roman got a call from Logan. “Dude, Sanders Sides is #1 on the trending page!” Roman almost fell out of his chair. He went on YouTube to check it out, and sure enough, the video had blown up. “Thomas Sanders” had gained thousands of subscribers, and the comments were so positive.

“This is genius, why hasn’t anyone done this before?”

“Asifyfdtsryysrkh, the animation is so good!”

“Okay, but who else ships Logan and Virgil?”

You have no idea, Roman thought to himself. He got a text from Virgil, and this time he actually fell out of his chair. Ow. The text was a screenshot of the tumblr trending page, where Sanders Sides was also #1, and it was full of fanart, incorrect quotes, and headcanons. The screenshot was followed up by a text that just said “holy shit.”

The next day, Virgil was approached by three people from animation class. “We saw Sanders Sides, and thought, “No way, we know that guy! Do you need any extra animators?” Virgil was a little nervous, but responded. “Well, it was just me and my friend doing the art, but…” They looked shocked. “You mean two people did all that? Wow, you must be tired. You need more animators if you want to make more without being burnt out.”

So that was how the show got a higher production value, and they got their next episode out much faster. The team started calling themselves Campfire Productions. The series got bigger and bigger plot wise, and the fans, who had started calling themselves Fanders, after the channel name, were dying to meet the creators. So they set up a Q&A livestream.

They introduced themselves, and Roman explained how the series got started. The first question came in: “Dee, how’d you get your face like that?” Dee laughed, and said “it’s a mystery.” Then the next question: “Virgil, who’s the most fun to draw?” Virgil thought about it, then answered. “I’d have to say Remus, I really like drawing horror stuff, and Remus just has that eldritch vibe.”

“Remus, how do you feel about people shipping characters based off of your friends?” Remus sighed. “I mean, it’s the internet, right? It’s still a little weird to me, but as long as nobody’s shipping me with my brother, I guess it’s fine.”

“Logan, are you and Virgil dating?” The two of them held hands, and Logan stared into the camera. “Take a guess,” he said flatly. The next question was for Patton. “You’re credited as the main writer, what’s your process?” Patton fidgeted a bit.

“Well, the sides are kinda like a family, and my family life was… not great growing up, so I tried writing a group of flawed people that are still there for each other. It’s pretty therapeutic, actually.”

“Roman, how do you feel seeing how popular your show has become?” He smiled, and chuckled. “It’s pretty fantastic, actually.”

The next day, Sanders Sides was trending again, but this time, they were also talking about the campfire gang. There were fanfics of them meeting the sides somehow, people talking about how hot they all were, which everyone found hilarious. Overall, they were happy with their success, and the ad revenue allowed them to make even better animation and songs. They had moved onto season 3 by this point, and it was one of those parts of pop culture that everybody just knew about. When you talked about successful internet creators, or independent animators, or LGBTQ representation, you brought up Campfire Productions. They were successful, doing what they loved, and best of all, they were happy.

Oh my FUCKING GOD

THIS IS SO COOL??? AND WHOLESOME???? AND SO WELL PUT????? GDJDHDJHDJD

I am in ABSOLUTE love with this fic holy crap thank you SO much

Everything is so damn cute and theyre so happy im gonna CRY

Campfire Productions is a cool ass name tho like YES pls thank u GOD i was smiling like an idiot the whole time

FUVK i loved this so much im sorry dgndvdkdhd

#submission #campfire fics #campfire!vee #campfire!dee #campfire!nate #campfire!patton #campfire!remus #campfire!florian

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SWEET + FLIRTY

I sat trying desperately to figure this chess problem out, whice and sent me it over the phone and I couldn't get my head around it either.

"Y/n?" I asked

"Yes Benny?" She perked up as she had been sat on the chair in her little blue dress reading one if her Romance books with the arty drawing of the woman and a man laid over a castle wall in a tight and lustful embrace

"pass me the fails within defensive play, would you darling" I asked her pointing roughly to where the book should have been on the shelf in the corner

"Of course" she smiled getting up and going over to the shelf leaning over to look for it, I couldn't help but smirk a little seeing how tighter her dress became when she bent over revealing everything to me as she hadn't worn panties this morning not sure why she just doesn't some days. She found the book and brought it over the swish if her fluffy slippers on the concrete floor where she wasn't completely picking up her feet

"Ahh thank you little lady" I smiled taking the book from her

"Your welcome Benny" she smiled giving my head a kiss and returning to the shelf

"What are you doing?' I asked her

"Sorting"

"Sorting?"

"Umm none of these books make any sense for where they are. I'm going to get them all out and onto the floor and I'm going to reorganize them"

"You're gonna get out every book in this house?"

"Yep"

"Oohh dear God"

"What?"

"I literally think we have more books than anything else in this house"

"Yep, so they need to be organized, for example, why is chess championship games 1954-57 next to love on the open sea, which is then next to Borgov's old book. This is not a good system for finding anything" she says

"Maybe I do it on purpose, so I get to watch you bent over looking through the bookcase" I smirked leaning on my hand

"Pervert"

"Love you"

"Love you too" she smiled blowing me a kiss "you're still a pervert Benny" she smiled as she began pulling off handfuls of books setting them on the rug

"Should you really be... book carrying right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Given, what's happening to you" I hinted

"What's happening to me Benny?" She asks crossing her arms

"Ohh come in little lady, you're the smartest girl I know you can't be serious that you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"..... You don't even have a slight idea that you might be... you know again" I told her glancing to her stomach

"I had thought about it" she says "I don't thinks so"

"Why not?"

"It doesn't feel like it did last time, I think I've just put some weight on"

"How long has it been since you... had a bad time"

"Four and a half months"

"And you wonder why I get concerned, that can't be normal... and I have been fucking you alot"

"When don't you"

"Good point" I sighed "Did you want me to take you to the doctor?"

"No, I'm fine" she says

"Really?" I laughed "Mac and cheese" I smirked and she gaged putting her hand in front of her mouth to stop her throwing up "You're going to the doctor."

"Noooooo!" she whined

"Y/n" I sighed, going and helping her up "Please, even if it not... what we think it might be there must be something wrong with you" I told her giving her a cuddle "and if something is wrong then can fix it" I told her giving her cheek a kiss "and if it is what we think then, we best go shopping for a crib, and some maternity clothes" I told her and she smiled

"Okay Benny"

I sat in the car undeniably nervous about the results today, we had been once the took blood and did some other tests but today we find out what's wrong with her. She was nervous too I could tell, she kept her handbag in her lap hands on the strap in a vice like grip. Her little green and black dress around her loosely, her hair done and make up done even if she didn't much want to do it when she got up this morning. I smiled moving a hand to her leg as I drove.

"It's all gonna be fine"

"Easy for you too say" she says

"Y/n, you'll be fine little lady, either way we'll know what's wrong with you."

"Benny?"

"Yeah?"

"What if I am pregnant?"

"Then, we deal with it." I said "you where so excited last time you got pregnant, you seemed to excited to tell me then. Why now do you sound like you don't want it?"

"I just… I thought I couldn't, because of Mikey"

"We've been over this. My dick works remember"

"Not because of that benny. Because of what… Mikey has done to me"

"Y/n." I told her stopping the car as we got to the place anyways "just because something bad happened to baby, doesn't mean your broken forever. It was one little time you said it's happened before, but this time… he's a hundred miles away from you" I told her resting my hand on her stomach "and this time I know baby needs looking after too" I told her kissing her head "if not then they can fix you up. And if so then"

"Then we go shopping" she smiled "Benny, do you… want it to be a baby?"

"I do. I think you'd look cute pregnant. And I didn't get to know about the last time until it was too late, I don't ever want something like that to happen again, I just wanna know. And if… I have got you pregnant, again. Then I get to show you off and take care of you" I told her "and if you are maybe you can finally make some decisions in our wedding?"

"Maybe" she giggled hugging me tighly "will you still love me? If I'm pregnant?"

"I'll love you even more. Both of you"

"Will you still love me if I'm not?"

"Of course I will, just means I have to try harder" I told her giving her a kiss "come in or we'll be late little lady"

I sat undeniably a little freaked out, how can you not be in this place.

The women on the front desk glaring at you if you so much as move.

The elderly people who saw me come in with y/n and glared having made their assumptions already as to why we were here.

The screaming children sat playing with the box of toys on the carpet.

The Loud Buzz of the intercom, and the harsh slow tone of the receptionists calling various people to various rooms.

The hussle of nurses' shoes as they hurried here and there.

The old magazines with horrific articles and adverts.

The terrifying posters across the walls, unavoidable with nothing else to do,

'You could have it! and never know!'

'9 out of ten women will die! as a result of sexually transmitted diseases

'The Common cold Kills Hundreds every year!'

'ALL MEN! must have regular exams!'

I don't like it here. everywhere I look is scary!

I saw a doctor come around the corner to the examination rooms he looked over the room and spotted me

"Mr. Watts?" He asks

"Yes. What uhh what's wrong?" I asked getting up

He didn't speak he just leads me to the little room where y/n stood just getting her dress back on

"hey hun, you alright?" I asked her and she nods so I gave her a kiss and we sat on the little chairs with the doctor "so?"

"Firstly I take it the two of you are not married?"

"We're engaged," I said

"Ohh alright then" He nods "well then, Madam. You're pregnant," he says "Congratulations Mr Watts"

"How long?"

"You're around four to five months at the moment but your weight is skyrocketing so we are going to keep an eye on you and see how things go into your next trimester and we'll get you booked in for your first scan" The Doctor Explained

"Yeah, that uhh that sounds great" She smiled widely

"Good, You can sort that out at the front desk and I'll see you soon," He says

I smiled holding her hand and unable to take my hand off her stomach "I told you, you were pregnant"

"Yeah, Yeah Mr. Genius" she sighed

"So? Shopping?"

"Yeah, shopping for tiny baby things"

"tiny baby things? we don't even know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"so? we can get things..."

"Like what?"

"Like, A crib. some baby clothes. other little you know baby stuff"

"I don't know what babies need oddly enough I've never had one before," I told her as we got to our car, so I let her go and opened the door for her she smiled and gave my cheek a kiss "Careful you two"

"Benny. You just found out I'm pregnant, tone it down" she smiled putting patting my chest and getting in the car so I got in too "You tone it down. I'm exited okay, plus we know nothing is wrong" "Nothing's wrong? I'm growing a human being in my stomach, in gonna gain so much weight, a baby sized thing is going force it's head out my Virgina!" She panicked "Yep, and you'll be so beautiful the whole time" "Your not gonna say that when you see a head coming out of me" "Ohh no. No I'm not watching." "What!" "I'm going to the man room with a chess book and some coffee. And then after some time you will come get me and give me baby" "You are being in the room with me Benny" "Why? I'm not going to be any help. I'll likely be a hindrence?" "Your being in the room, it can take hours, have complications, I'll need to hold your hand, I might rip myself open, they might need to cut me open and scop half my organs out, I may shit myself" "Yeah. That's the crazy shit I'm trying to avoid." I told her "that and... I don't wanna watch a human come out of you" "Why not?" "Because my association is that. I stick my dick in there! That place is for my dick! An sometimes my hand and sometimes my mouth but mostly my dick. When I see that area my dick gets excited because you know that's it's place. But to what a head come out.... Uuuughh I think it'll break me in a new horrifying way" I explain "Your gonna be in the room even if I have to handcuff you to me" "Do I have to watch?" "No" "Then I will be in the room, unless I get thrown out" She glared at me "What? It's not my fault if a nurse tells me to fuck off" "Fine" she sighed "what do you think?" She asks as we got parked up at the stores "What?" I asked she took my hand putting it to her stomach "Do you think it's a boy? Or a girl?" She asked "I don't care. So long as there all ours" I smiled giving her tummy a kiss "come on mummy. Let's go baby shopping" I told her

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argumentl · 3 years

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The Freedom of Expression - Episode 46 The filming for the Dir en grey Real Avatar music video.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this episode, uh, this week's episode of the Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san...it feels like a while since we were last here.

J, T: Yeah.

K: We've been on location, plus last time we filmed 4 episodes at once. Quite a while has passed since then.

T: It has.

J: Nothing new with you?

K: No, nothing.

T: Hahaha

J: Tokyo Sports seems pretty busy..

T: Yeah, I watched you two recently...on Niconama.

J: Ah, yeh. You wrote an article, thanks for that.

T: I was a bit envious while working on it.

J: Yeh, but what about that Tokyo Sports hoodie? How is it doing?

T: Yeah, it looks like its selling.

J: Right.

T: Thanks to you two.

J: No, no, its thanks to Kaoru, but..

K: No, no, its nothing.

J: You gotta make something else for round two.

T: Yeah, there might be a T-shirt collaboration in the works.

K: Ehh? Im looking forward to that.

J: Eventually we'll have like a The Freedom of Expression x Tokyo Sports collaboration set?

T: Yeh, and we could sell that, then go to Okinawa.

J: Go to Okinawa? Haha.

K: Hahaha.

J: Our plan is steadily progressing that far..

T: Together with you Joe.

J: Yes, please, haha.

K: Ok, so Joe, can I ask you to get us started today?

J: Got it! This is happy news, the news that Dir en grey will screen an avatar music video. Dir en grey will reveal a new music video on New Years Eve from 11:00pm, which includes avatar characters created using 3D scans of the members. The Explosion screenings of 'The World You Live In', have been sold out. So an encore entitled 'The World You Live In - additional' will be held on New Years Eve as an online broadcast. As well as a special talk event with the members, a music video with real avatar characters, made by 3D scanning each member, will be screened. Kaoru?

K: Thank you

J: This is good news, isn't it?

K: So as a rule, we always broadcast this show on Friday, but we've made it a bit irregular this time in order to talk about this. Well, of course, I've seen it already.

J: Have you? What was it like?

K: Well, first of all, as for the filming, we did our make up and costume etc, and had cameras surrounding us 360°. We filmed it there first, and then in a different studio, we put on clothes that had pointers all over them, and I played air guitar...

J: Ah, you performed.

K: And then we took photos seperately.

J: It sounds like hard work, was it?

K: Not really, it was over quite quickly.

J: Really?

K: For the photo shoot in full dress it was like, 'flash..flash..Ok, finished'. It felt like a waste of all the make up I was wearing. Like, 'Isn't there anything else?' haha.

J: Ah, if only you could've have done more...But when you were finished with all that, they made it into a moving person?

K: Well, yeh, it has the kind of atmosphere as if its in a game.

J, T: Ehh?

T: What are the facial expressions like?

K: It wasn't possible to go as far as making different facial expressions. Well, i mean, you could do that if you had the time, but we didn't...

J: This time you didn't go that far? But its the first time for Dir to try this kind of thing, right?

K: Yeah.

J: Was there any kind of catalyst that made you think, 'Lets do this'?

K: Well, there was a kind offer saying like, 'We can do this kind of thing'..

J: A suggestion came, and you decided to give it a go?

K: Yeah, thats it, kinda like that.

J, T: Ahhh.

J: You know, this is...

T: It looks interesting.

J: Its exciting, right?

K: When I was playing, there was a pointer right in the position that I usually hold my guitar, so they asked me if I could change the position.

J: Ah, the the postion you play the guitar?

K: Yeah. They tried to help me change the position, but it was still interfering, so I ended up playing up here at chest level, which would nomally be impossible, haha.

T: Hahaha

J: Pretty high up, its not very Kaoru style, is it?

K: I think it'll be a sight to see.

T, J: Hahaha.

K: Its soo high up! Haha

T, J: Hahaha.

J: By the way, are you influenced by anyone in particular as to the position in which you hold your guitar?

K: No, its just the best position I can play in, based on the size of my guitar.

J: Ah, I see. But somehow you ended up playing up here while filming this mv?

K: Yeah, well..I had to raise the position a bit.

J: Ahh, did the other members have to change anything?

K: No

J: Just you? Because it got in the way of the pointers?

K: Yeah.

J: Ahh, really? Die always plays quite low down doesn't he?

K: Yeah, he does. When we first put on all those pointers and mimicked playing the instruments, it came up on screen as just like moving lines. Even just looking at that, I could tell it was Die straight away.

J, T: Ehhh.

K: The shape on screen looked just like Die.

T: Thats pretty interesting.

J: He's very characteristic, isn't he? How do you film the drums? With pointers on them?

K: Haha, pretty tough, right? We had to use a photo of the drums and stick them on.

J: It seems like drums would be the most difficult to play by air. Or was it not that bad?

K: Well, if the positions of the pointers were set then...

K: Ahh, and it was over very quickly?

K: Yes　

J: And you were holding your guitar up here? I say that, but I don't know how good it looks *1, haha. Well, if i had to choose, playing it lower down probably seems cooler. There was a lot of people in the 90s playing guitar like that, right? Punks and stuff. They played it quite low down. There isn't anyone who plays it up high, is there?

K: No, not really.

J: How about actually holding it like that, Kaoru?

K: It would be pretty difficult to play.

J: It could be the 'Kaoru position'.

T: Haha.

J: The cool position!

T: Haha

K: Yeah.

J: Im looking forward to this.

T: The song is the new single 'Ochita koto no aru sora'?

K: Yeah.

J: Are you gonna test this out once and see the reaction, then maybe do more?

K: I think it would be interesting if we could spend a bit more time on it, and brush up the backgrounds and stuff.

J: You might be able to make new creations using only this. I am looking forward to this.

T: The broadcast will start at 23:00, ohh so its gonna be on as the year changes.

J: Yes.

K: First we'll show the same footage that was in the explosion screening, and then after the year changes we'll appear, and then play this mv.

J: Ah, I see.

K: During the live broadcast with the members, we'll play this. And then we'll kinda talk a bit.

J: I see.

T: This is a great way to bring in the new year for the people watching.

J: Right? There wasn't much good news in.2020, so they will really appreciate this piece of hope appearing at the end of the year. They'll be looking out for the postion of the guitars!

T: The same position as ???*2

J: Thats it.

K: It seems like Kami had no interest in this topic.

J: Isn't he here today? Are you there, Kami?

Kami: Yes, I'm here. I've seen it too.

J: You've seen it?!

T: Have you?!

Kami: Yes, I have.

J: Cause he's a god, right? He's different from humans.

K: He sees what we see.

Kami: Because gods have power.

J: Power? Even low grade ones?

Kami: But, no, it was very interesting.

J: You enjoyed it?

Kami: I did enjoy it, it was cool.

J: Did you notice anything about the postion Kaoru was holding his guitar?

Kami: Ah, no, not really.

J: Haha, didn't you? As a god, is there any scenes you would recommend to watch out for? Or any points to pay attention to?

Kami: Well, of course the images were good, but I really thought the song was good. Dir en grey are good at writing songs.

J, T: Hahaha.

K: Thanks, haha.

Kami: I think you have talent.

K: We're good, right?

J: Yeah! He's acting like a judge.

Kami: Thats because Im a god.

J: Well, yeah. Haha, saying, 'You're good at writing songs' to a pro. Thats a first. But thats just like Kami. So, you liked the visuals, but you heard the song again in a new light?

Kami: It was fun.

J: Ah, it was fun? Thank you.

T: How about making a Kami avatar?

K: Ah, yeh.

J: We've never seen what Kami looks like..

Kami: I can't show you that yet.

K: We could make an avatar, and then have it come on screen, when he's here.

T: Yeah, like in this area of the screen.

J: Yeah! If its technically possible.

K: Tasai could create the character.

T: Hahaha.

J: Like his legendary..Oh, lets do that.

T: But I can't draw him, I need to see him. Otherwise I'd have to imagine what he looks like.

K: Yeah, just draw it from imagination.

T: Like my own image of Kami?

J: Yeah, something like that. Well, in that case we could each try drawing him..

K: Even if it isn't a moving character, we could put it up on that line that appears when Kami talks..

J: Yeah, I see.

Kami: Im just a regular old guy.

K, T, J: Hahaha

K: Well, we know that...

J: Yeah, from what we've heard from him so far, we can gather that.

T: Thats it. I could kinda get an image of him by listening to all of his stories.

K: A combined picture of him.

J: Or a loud talk session with him. Thats not nice to think about, is it? haha

K: Yeah, with that voice, it might be a bit tough.

J: Haha, yeh, it would be exhausting.

K: Yeah.

J: Yeh..

K: Ok...well, also, this is a bit of promotion for me, but from February we will start our Explosion Screening tour of our Meguro RokumaykanGig live. We'll go all over Japan with it, and the member will also..

J: Join in, do a talk session?

K: Yeah, we'll do talk sessions.

J: You'll be there? Well, it has been announced already, so people can already check out all the info in realation to that.

K: Is that all?

J: Yeah, I think so.

K: Well, I'd love it if everyone was able to watch the live broadcast tomorrow.

J: Yep, don't miss it.

K: Ok, lets finish here for today. Please subscribe. Thank you very much.

*1 Not sure if this bit is entirely right.

*2 Couldn't figure out.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #kaoru #薫

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Only Angel Harry Styles X Reader

Overview: A night you and Harry will never forget, which included a black satin slip and a hotel room in the city that never sleeps.

Soft smut

A/N: LISTEN TO ONLY ANGEL WHILST READING THIS IT BRINGS THE VIBE PERFECTLY. Thought I’d write something a little different today. It’s my first time I’ve written something like this but I like it! Hope you do too. Just gotta respect and love the definition of perfection: Mr Harry Styles.

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Harry was dripping in sweat. He could feel the back of his jacket stuck, and when he tried to shrug it off, he could feel the shirt peel away from his back. It was another outfit that was going to have to be dry cleaned, but he didn't care. The crowd had been one of the best of the tour yet, and he could still feel the pure adrenaline scorching through every pore, making him skittish as him and the group of staff and friends followed him down the winding corridors of the arena. You had said that you were going to get him a little later at the hotel, so he wanted to get out now to avoid getting stuck in the New York traffic.

"Brilliant as always," Beth the stylist raised her water bottle to him as he entered his dressing room. "Thanks," he smiled. "I'm sorry, I've got another outfit to be cleaned if that's okay." "You can wear the trousers and shirt back, there's no point in those being rushed cleaned. Give me the jacket, I'll get it sent out tomorrow with the others." "You're amazing." Harry tried to unbutton all the small rose buttons that kept the bottom of the metallic rose jacket tight to his torso. Luckily, the shirt underneath was white, so the sweat wasn't that obvious, so he would be able to blend into the crowd a little more comfortable in case he had to make a quick getaway. Unluckily, the jacket was fiddly, and he was in such a rush, his fingers kept slipping, and he started to get agitated. "Come here," Beth waved him over and then bent down to help, her fingers a lot more nimble and calm.

"You're in a rush to get out of here."

"Y/N is meeting me at the hotel, I don't want to keep her waiting."

"Ohh," Beth smirked and raised an eyebrow "you've got plans or something?" Harry was trying not to get his hopes up too much, but yes. It was all he'd been thinking about during the last songs, and he had made sure to not prolong the encore any more than it needed to be. By the time he was singing Kiwi, he had felt his gut twisting so much in anticipation that he had struggled to get some of the lyrics out.

"I just don't want to get sidetracked by anybody from Sony," he said instead. "I'm here tomorrow, they can catch me then. Oh," he was running around the room now, free of his jacket, picking up his phone charger and the keys to the hotel, "could you tell Mitch and the guys that I won't be able to go for drinks tonight? I did mention it earlier, but I would hate for them to think I've forgotten."

"It's okay, they know that Y/N is here. Now go," she pushed him playfully out the door, "There's a taxi waiting for you at exit five. I'll see you back here at three tomorrow." Harry did a thumbs up

"You're an angel, Beth."

"Tell Y/N I said hi!" Beth yelled down the corridor at Harry's retreating back. Harry was already scrambling with everything in his hands while sending you a quick text: Will be with you soon. As promised, a black car with tinted windows was waiting at the exit. The driver was leaning against the bonnet, but as soon as he saw Harry, he jumped up and ran to open the door.

"Where to Mr styles?" he barked with a strong New York accent.

"The Conrad please Micheal," Harry smiled. The gates were already rattling open as Michel gunned out into the alleyways behind Madison Square Garden, able to change routes quick as a flash when a massive wave of people burst out from the arena. Even though the windows were opaque Harry shrank slightly in his seat, reading the text you had just sent with a small smirk. Don't be too long….

"How long, Micheal?" Harry called.

"20 minutes Mr styles," Micheal looked through the rearview window and spoke over the noise of the city around them.

20 minutes. He could survive that.

But as the minutes counted down, Harry's leg jiggled more and more, and the veins on his arms started to protruded as he fought to keep his mind and body under control. It felt like hours when realistically it'd only been minutes when Micheal pulled into the side entrance of the Conrad hotel. Already there was another large crowd of fans and photographers at the front entrance which could prove a problem tomorrow morning, but it meant that tonight no one was going to be leaving his hotel room. Good. He didn't need to leave with the plans he was envisioning. Wishing Micheal good night Harry darted out, smiled briefly and nodded at the usher waiting at the door, and hopped into the elevator waiting open for him. He clicked the floor number, the doors closed, then clicked it three more times as if to speed it up. There was a ding, and the doors opened, and Harry tore down the corridor to the large double doors at the end. He skidded to a holt and breathed for a second. She might be exhausted or asleep. Don't just tear in there and assume that she's going to want to jump on you. Even though a small selfish part of him protested, Harry beat that back. She's here, that's the best part out of all of this.

When he opened the door, Harry did not notice the candles or the bath full of bubbles, or the glasses of champagne looking over the glittering view of central park. All he could see was you, and the black slip dress.

His jaw dropped. He blinked, shook his head, then looked again. The slip was satin and rippled gorgeously over your body, so you looked like liquid midnight. Lace edged the skirt and the bust, drawing his eyes to your chest, dropping his phone on the floor in hysteria when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra.

"Hi honey," you smiled sweetly, feigning innocence by crossing your arms behind your back. "Did you miss me?"

Harry fell to his knees. Breathing hard, he started rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, then through his hair, as he tried to comprehend at what he was looking at. "Fuck me," he whispered.

"I heard the show went really well," you went on while surreptitiously pulling the back of the dress, so the hem slipped a little higher up your leg. "I could hear the screams from here at one point." Harry wasn't listening. As you took a step forward, he seemed to almost whimper as he looked at you, his pupils so dark in the dim light that for a moment, he appeared to be controlled by the image of you. He started crawling towards you, slowly with anticipation, trying to find the right words to say. He had lost the feeling in his legs; they didn't seem to need blood with the way his gut was roaring. He couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Aren't you going to say you missed me?" You teased, pointing a foot out as if to stop him from coming closer, enjoying the way his eyes seemed to throb out of his head with excited shock. Slowly, Harry pushed your foot down, closing the gap, so he was knelt down on the floor in front of you. He reached out and placed both of his hands on the back of your calves. The skin was soft from being recently shaved, and it was heavenly to touch. Taking his time, he started to trail his fingers slowly up, fluttering at the back of your knees, before travelling up further to the soft mound of your thighs. He moved his thumbs to part your thighs slightly and then plant one light kiss on the inside of your leg, his eyes never leaving yours. This time you were the one to gasp, and seeing you from this angle was enough to undo Harry right there. Further and further his hands went up, trailing the thigh, then the curve of your bum where they rested for a moment. Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, and Harry enjoyed knowing he could still do that to you. He liked seeing you like this though; powerful, in charge, confident in who you were. That alone was driving him mad. He grazed your skin, going up and down with the tips of his fingers. His kisses peppered further up, touching each freckle, whilst you let one hand play with his hair, pulling it each time you felt his breath against your skin. He knew the rings he still wore were cold, so he took them off one by one, letting them drop onto the floor and roll away. You were still waiting for him to say something, but now you were also struggling with keeping your control, not wanting to break away from this moment just yet. Harry held onto the hem of the slip and used it to pull himself up, transferring his hands back to your bum and thighs when he stood over you.

"I didn't feel anything underneath the slip love,” he was finally able to croak out. You grinned and deliberately looked him up and down, letting your eyes devour the sight of the man you'd been thinking about ever since he left.

"That's because," you leaned into his chest, your boobs pressed next to his raised heart rate, "I'm not wearing anything." Harry let out a ragged sigh, letting his head fall back as he fought every urge not to rip the slip off you right then. Instead, he leaned closer, his mouth to your ear, and lowered his voice, so it seemed to rumble in your ear. "God, I've missed you." You went to move your hands up to straps to take off the slip, but Harry shook his head.

"Not yet." One arm moved around your waist, keeping you close to him as he gently swayed you back and forth. He was retaking control, and you let him. As he swayed, his hand drifted up and down, moving higher up your spine each time until he cupped your neck. His shirt was still sticking to his back, so when you mirrored his arms, the curve of his lower back into his shoulders was hard against your fingers. And then, not able to hold it any more, Harry gently brushed lips against yours. The overwhelming surge of impulse took over, and the kisses quickly changed from soft and sweet to hot and desperate. Harry felt as if he had woken up from an illness he didn't know had drained him as he kissed your neck and shoulders, seeing faint marks from when he'd done this before. Gripping your hips, Harry suddenly lifted you up, smirking in delight when you sat comfortably around his torso, wrapping your legs without hesitation around him. He walked over to the bed and deliberately put a knee up so as he fell, he could cup you against his body. You moulded perfectly together, whispering to you all the while about how much he'd missed you.

"You're killing me," he laughed against your cheek when you deliberately squirmed against him. "How do you do this to me every time?" His hair was already wild from performing, so it was so curly it tangled in your fingers, and you hummed in delight at how messy he looked. Harry went to move down, but couldn't help himself but kiss you on the lips again, the sound of breath coming from his nose loud in your ears. He laced his fingers between yours while biting the skin on your neck.

Harry started to move the slip up your body, running his hands over your thighs and then your hips, kissing the mole at the spot that rested just below your hip line. You readied to raise your body to his mouth, but he shook his head again, looking up at you in glee. The slip went higher, over your stomach now, and you both were surprised with the groan of delight that escaped Harry's lips as he nipped the natural roll that rested just under your boobs. He chuckled slightly in surprise, widening his eyes for a moment, but didn't stop as he massaged and gripped your sides, his mouth travelling up from your belly button to the valley of your chest. When he finally got the slip off your body, he sat up, his legs straddling you, so you were lying on the bed beneath him. He started to unbutton his shirt, letting it slowly fall open. He rolled his shoulders back, loosening his muscles and rolling his neck around, deliberately showing off the broadness of his shoulders as he shrugged the shirt to fall off behind him. He drank you in, feeling your hips move, so you leaned up to look him in his crotch, making him gulp. There was nothing bashful about you, just dishevelled hair and skin unmarked like summer clouds. You had enjoyed seeing Harry's tattoos being revealed with every open button, until all you could see with the familiar markings on his chest and bicep, highlighted by the golden glow of his skin from the American sun. He kept his necklace on though, enjoying when he leaned back over you the way your eyes closed momentarily as he let his dangle over your face. He bunched up the stain slip and held it over you, gripping his tight in one fist. "Never get rid of this," he instructed. You smiled. You moved one hand to his waist, looking for his nod to continue. When he did, your hands worked quickly until it was just you two, united at last, and not even the noise of New York City could drown out the cries of his name. They echoed for hours later until Harry didn't want to hear his name screamed any other way.

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bnhavibes · 5 years

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STEAMY MAKEOUTS???NOT TOTALLY SMUT BUT STEAMY. UR LIKE MY NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR U SEEM LIKE A GOOD TIME AHAHA ILY

Making Out pt 2!

Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku x Fem!Reader hc

Warning! KINDA NSFW

tw/ swearing!!! dirty talk, heavy groping(and booty smacking), dry humping 🥵

Bakugou, Katsuki

Being the type of guy Bakugou is, you know he’s gonna get as much of you as he can.

Though he doesn’t really like to show PDA at school beyond holding hands or embracing one another, he occasionally will pop up while you’re about to take a “bathroom break”

(going to the bathroom and just sitting on your phone and messing with your hair/makeup because, well, you ARE the girlfriend of the rebellious ass of the school so you might as well try to be the nicer part)

But somehow, he always knows when to find you.

And pulls you into a nearby janitors closet every time.

You know it’s him just by the grip that he has on you.

how it should hurt by the way it looked, but he was so passionate as grabbed you by your hips and hiked up your skirt; lifting (yanking) your legs off the ground and around his waist

“Oh (Y/N), I’ve missed you a lot today.” He groans as you’re pushed into the door with his body. His lips and tongue meet yours as he snakes his right hand up your body to squeeze your cheeks together; forcing your mouth open as he lapped at your tongue.

Instantly, you salivated.

You loved when he was like this.

During these closet visits, it’s clear that he must have had something crazy happen in class where somebody said some “u t t e r bullSHIT” about team work or gotten pissed off at his internship the day before.

“Uhnmm, ‘Suki~,” you moan in his ear, his mouth marking your now exposed collar bone and neck. “I’ve missed you more.”

did you— did you just... ch— challenge him?

WHAP! The sound of his hand was louder than the hit, but oh did that do something to you.

“S-So lewd, S-Suki.”

“Yeah?” He says more than he asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he returns his hands to your ass and rubs the hardening length under his pants against your aching core

You know you shouldn’t have challenged him. The smell of your arousal was filling the tony space, and he moaned at the familiarity.

“You think that I’m lewd, princess?” He growls, “That— That ffucking smell, that’s what’s lewd.” He groans as he continues to grind his pelvis into your hips.

His whole frame was shadowing you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the naughty idea of him taking you like this later tonight.

But right now, you knew the deal; No sex at school.

But..... you can makeout right ?

“God, I wish I could fuck you, right here, right now.”

‘Ahhh, so somebody was butthurt at training?’ You think to yourself.

That meant only complete submission would get him to actually do something.

And God, did you need him to actually do something. (and you knew just how to get what you wanted)

“But, Daddy, our ruuuuleess.”

“Motherfuck— Gah!” He growls,

There’s only one word that can kick Bakugou into ‘fuck them kids’ mode.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare—“

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t handle a challenge like this at school?”

You’re such a minx.

“You’re gonna fucking regret those words, Princess.” He said through gritted teeth, that shit eating, wild, and downright sexy fucking pull of his lips ignited a fire in your stomach.

You were in for it now.

Todoroki, Shouto.

This guy wasn’t as bad with PDA as Bakugou

He was focused on his studies, sure!

But that didn’t mean he had to protest every time you curled up into his lap in homeroom or during those gruesomely boring days where the tests were too easy for both of you.

He loved the way your hair smelled, even as your head was nuzzled into his lap.

He especially loved when just the two of you would sit under a tree on the school grounds, you straddling his lap as his back pressed into the tree

You’d sit there, reading a book to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, just at the crook of his neck.

He couldn’t resist touching the soft skin under your school uniform.

Your thighs???? His delicacy.

Your hips???? So squishy.

Your breasts??— wait

“Sh-Shouto.” You say breathlessly, his aimless wandering unintentionally causing a stir in your stomach.

His mismatched eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Oh, I— I’m sorry, love, I guess I spaced out a bit there.”

“Mm.” You nod, waiting for him to realize where he was caressing.

He had traced circles on your lower back, but the warmth of your skin started dropping as his hands wandered up and around your body

The pregnant pause gave him anxiety, so he immediately looked for signs of what went wrong.

His face flushed immensely at the sight of your top unbuttoned enough for his hands to slip through, resting one at the back of your neck as the other was cupping your breast underneath a bralette you wore

“I— I didn’t mean to. Please forgive m—mmph.” His moan in your kiss, the way his breath hitched as your tongue met his, all factored into the heat pooling between your legs

He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as your hands snake around his neck, deepening the kiss as you lift your hips up, only to scootch themback down(catching his hardening member between your folds on the way)

His trembling exhale only encouraged you further as you kissed his jawline

down his neck

until you found his perfect little weak spot

“(Y-Y/N).” He squeaks out, his cheeks flushed so red you’d think he would have activated his quirk.

“Hmm?” You hum, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him.

“We’re outside.” He warns, looking around at the empty yards

(it was lunch time and too windy for most students to enjoy the outdoors, but you two reveled in isolation.)

“Nobody’ll notice.” You say innocently, hands ready at his belt, teasingly dipping a finger in and out of his waistline

A beat passed before a playful smile grew on his face.

“I have to leave early to see my mom today.”

“I can fake a cold from the weather, and meet you at the dorms in 10.” And with a passionate peck, you were off

Midoriya, Izuku

On the surface, your boyfriend Deku seemed like a pretty innocent enough guy

key words being: “on the surface”

deep down, he was a raging pervert

and you relished in it

Usually.

Caught him (purposefully) jacking off in his dorm? You jumped him.

Walk in when he’s having a wet dream? He’d fuck your face when he’d wake up.

and gooodddd was he so needy when he was horny.

“Baby, cmon it’s just a game! I thought you’d wanna do the challenge for your american friends.”

“A pocky challenge?” You giggle as you walk away with him, his arms tightly wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into his body.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, the box of pocky digging into your hip as his arms squeezed you. “Please, (Y/N), it’ll be fun, I-I promise.”

You huff in response, stopping to remove his hands gently and face him.

“Fine. But later, kay?”

The gleam in his eye was bright, but something else was hidden behind it. You wouldn’t know until now, what exactly clouded his mind as he heard you agree to this challenge.

You were filming (on your bed) for your video to show your friends, your recorded content never to see the light of day , when Izuku had removed his shirt.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” You giggle, but you’re blushing, looking at the viewfinder in confusion and embarrassment.

“It’s hot in here,” He blatantly lies, the grin on his face anything but sweet. You were wearing a camisole style crop top, and a black pair of soffe shorts, a preferred lounging outfit you changed into after school during the warmer days.

“U-Uhh, okay. So, he-here’s the pocky. I got cookies n cream flavor! So u-uh, D-Deku?” You say, going along with his obvious plan.

He was already in your face, his body hot from the state he was in. Apparently being a teenage boy meant times where he was just so horny he had to have you as much as he could.

“Let’s get started.” He grabbed you by the face, a bit roughly, but here you were, mouth agape too far for pocky, salivating from the way he pulled your bodies together by your head.

He had already ate half the pocky by the time it hit your tongue, and he moaned once his own met your lips.

Your pursed your lips quickly, knowing he would take advantage of your well-coated tongue if you let him.

His brows furrowed at your aversion, his hands dropping to your hips, harshly pulling them into his pelvis. Your legs twitched as you felt something throbbing, and hard, grind against your clothed center.

You gasped as you chewed the sweet snack, breath hitching as his tongue retreated with a groan of determination as you opened your eyes and met Izuku’s emerald irises; glossed over with lust.

It was — enticing.

Heat creeped up your cheeks as he bore into your soul, a small smirk beginning to grow as your mouths inched closer together.

You weren’t going to chicken out, however.

Not when he would try to dominate you like this.

Your own smirk grew as you finished the last bite, quickly turning towards the camera, and pushing his body back onto the bed. You sat on your knees, leaning forward to end the recording:

“Looks like it was a draw. Neither of us pulled back before the pocky was done!” You beamed, but in the view finder you see Izuku; His pants pulled to his knees, and hand palming himself over his boxers as he stared at your ass bent over in front of him.

You bit your lip as you watched him, the silence and lack of movement alerting Izuku of your gaze, meeting it through the viewfinder as he licked his lips.

Quickly you turned around, grasping his face with one hand as you pulled him into a sloppy, yet passionate kiss

He moaned beneath you, one hand gripping your ass as he guided your pussy along the length of his boxers

“Ohh~ Doll, I-I’m... mmph—“ You kissed him again, you knew he would be quick the first time so, might as well help him out huh?

You rocked your hips against his body, sandwiching his girth between your folds.

“I know, baby,” You cooed, saliva stringing between your lips and his.

You pressed your lips against his harshly, picking up the speed of your hips, his desperate pants proving his near orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby, h-humping my cock, I—I’m so spoiled to have such a nnn-aughty girl like you.” He moans, his jaw slacking as he bucks his hips up into you.

You moan at his dirty words, ‘There you are, Izuku.’ You think to yourself. You secretly loved his lewd and perverted side, it made you feel special to be the only person getting this rise out of him.

Midoriya’s teeth sinking into your semi-exposed chest pulled you from your thoughts as his member pulsated, the hot liquid in his boxers seeping past his layer of protection and mixing with your own arousal-leaking core.

“Uuhhmmph— Baby~” He moans on your skin as his orgasm settles.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started. Okay, doll?” He smiles

GOD BLESS ITS HOT IN HERE!!!! who was your fave??? lmk in the comments & dont forgot to send in your requests 🥰

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Lost one sibling, gained four more; Queen x teen reader pt.1

*Author's note*

Can this be true? Two updates in one day?! Well you better damn BELIEVE IT MY PEOPLE!!! I just got this request FINALLY done after working non-stop when I could and finally I had time to just sit down and finish it. So I'd love to thank the requestor for being SOOO patient. And yes this request is VERY long so this is just Part one, pt.2 will be posted immediately after this so just hang tight my darlings :)

So warnings include: INSANE FLUFF, cancerous sickness (leukemia), some angst (but not in the part but buckle up for pt.2), and the lovely and nasty Queenies :) Hope you all enjoy this fic as much as you've enjoyed the last one :)

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*Tokyo, Japan 1974*

Being here in Tokyo, Japan has been such a thrill. Even though the boys weren't overly popular like the Beatles or Elton John just yet back home in England, at least here in Japan they've greeted them like royalty. There were screaming fans everywhere to greet us at the airport holding up pictures, drawings and signs welcoming the guys to their home country.

The boys had a press conference earlier today and now we were in a special garden just behind the Tokyo tower for the tea ceremony. It was such a beautiful day for such a ceremony and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

As I looked at the boys I could tell they were extremely happy to be here. I looked down at my art book and went back to sketching the boys who were all sitting along the blanket holding their Japanese teacups. Making sure to get each detail of each of their features, and the last detail like the wind blowing their hair down just right.

Oh I should introduce myself; my names (y/n) (l/n). I had gotten a job being an assistant to the band's lawyer Jim Beach just before Queen began recording their 3rd album "Sheer Heart attack". Since joining the boys over a year ago when I was just 16 years old, they have become like a second family to me.

And it's exactly what I needed because—well I've been dealing with some hardships in my family as of late for the past few years now, so being with the guys has really helped brighten my day.

As I watched the boys play with their gifts given to them by the Japanese fans and giving them a recorded message, curtesy of the Japanese press that had joined us along with the ladies who help run the tea ceremonies for only the elite politicians of Japan.

God were they ever silly, Roger photobombing behind in almost every message, Deacy being a secret cheeky guy, Freddie interrupting Roger's greeting, and Brian stepping in when he felt like it during Fred's message. I continued my outline of the boys on the blanket with the Tokyo tower in the background, when I felt something touch behind my ear.

"A blossom for our blossom." I softly grinned and turned around to see Freddie and Deacy standing behind me. I lifted my hand to see just what he had done but he told me, "No, no darling don't touch it. Deacy darling, take a picture of us two."

I blushed and tried to bury my face into my hands.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no love not this time. You've been avoiding all pictures ever since we got here. I deserve at least one with you in it for myself." Deacy said as Freddie pulled me close onto his lap and leaned his head against mine.

"You guys are nuts, you know that?"

"But you love us dear." Freddie said as he gave my temple a quick peck.

"Yeah, guess I do."

"Alright you two look this way." Deacy said as he prepped his camera. We turned to face Deacy and I wrapped my arms around Fred's neck and his arms went around my waist as we leaned our heads against each other's. Deacy got in a few pictures and he said. "Beautiful."

"Tell me we can see the blossom in her hair Deacy."

"Yep, got a clear picture of that." I gently removed the twig from my hair to see a multiple line of cheery blossoms. I smiled and that's when Fred grabbed my art book.

"Working on some new sketches darling?"

"Yeah, Japan's definitely given me some beautiful inspiration. But most of it is still a work in process, so no lookies."

"Aww c'mon dear let me have a sneak peek, please? From one designer to another?"

"No not even if you were my professor Freddie."

"Oh you better hand over the sketch book (Y/n) darling, if you know it's good for you." He playfully threatened. I gripped my book tightly to my chest and that's when he said. "Fine, you leave me no choice. Roger!"

"Shit no!" I took off running and before I even knew it, Roger quickly swooped in and swung me around and he said.

"Might as well give up lovie, you know it's useless to get out of my grasp." He emphasized his point by nuzzling my head like a cat and peppering my face with slobbery kisses.

"Eww Rog! Cut it out!!" I tried to escape his grip but as always it was pointless to escape the arms of Roger Taylor. He kept peppering kisses all over my face, even poking me in the sides slightly tickling me till the grip on my notebook was just enough for it to fall.

Deacy caught it and handed it to Fred.

"Thank you my darlings."

"Deacy, Rog, you both are on the official hate list. I no longer like you two." I huffed.

"Aww, that hurts poppet, that really hurts." Deacy mocked using the puppy dog eyes on me that he knew I couldn't resist.

"After all we've been through (n/n) you'd just dump me like that?" Roger faked cried.

"You are such a drama queen Rog." He grinned and playfully ruffled my hair and that's when Freddie said.

"Ohh (y/n) darling. These are—there's not even a word that can describe what I'm looking at. The realism is uncanny down to the last detail. You even got Brian's hair right and not even I can do that."

"I'll admit, even though I'm no artist that these pictures look like a photograph being developed. You're truly talented (y/n)." Deacy praised me as he looked over Fred's shoulder. Brian soon came up and he said.

"I must admit Fred's right. Every hair detail for all of us is down to the straight detail. Do you—think I could get a signed copy of this?"

"Not if I take one first Brian." Roger spoke up.

"I swear darling, you should go to the university I went to; Ealing Art college. They'd be soo lucky to have you."

"Well.....I mean they're okay but I don't think they're worthy of that university." I muttered.

"Don't be so modest darling, I'll even give you a recommendation. As an alumni I can have the rights to help you get in." he decreed.

"Well I'll—I'll think about it Freddie. Right now I just want to get through secondary school and graduate from that." After that conversation, the five of us continued to have a fun time in the Japanese garden.

After the tour in Japan, I arrived back in London and as the guys were piling in the cab Roger said.

"C'mon love let's go."

"Actually I promised my mum that I'd wait here for her. She said she was gonna take me home."

"You sure?" asked Brian.

"Yeah, she might be waiting outside right now. You guys go on ahead I'll see you guys next week."

"Alright, thanks for coming with us love."

"Thank you guys for inviting me. I had a wonderful time."

"You always make our tours and trips more memorable (y/n) dear. Drive safe." He came up and kissed my cheeks and hugged me. I hugged each of my boys and they piled into the cab waving goodbye to me. I blew them a kiss goodbye and they took off in the cab.

About five minutes after they left, my mom's van pulled up. I smiled at her and picked up my luggage and headed towards the car. I placed them in the backseat and I hugged my mum.

"Did you have fun love?"

"Ohh Japan was so beautiful, I wish you and Kay could've been there to see it."

"I'm sure your sister would've loved to have gone with you."

"How—how has she been?"

"Well we—had a bit of a scare just the other week, but she's stable now."

"What? What happened to her?! Why didn't you call me?"

"I tried but each time I did no one was answering. Plus with the time difference and this internship I didn't want you distracted."

"Mum, if something happens to Kaylee, I deserve to know." She cupped the side of my face and said.

"You're right I'm sorry. Do you wish to see her?" I nodded and said.

"I still gotta give her that gift I promised her." My mum shifted the car into drive and drove us out of the airport to London hospital.

Once we arrived at the hospital, my mum checked us in and we headed towards my sister's room on the 5th floor. Now you remember me mentioning about the family turmoil right? Well it all has to do with my bestest friend in the whole wide world, my older sister Kaylee. See about 4 or 5 years ago we noticed how she'd always get high fevers and suddenly seemed to be losing weight.

At first I thought she was going anorexic but when she passed out and my mum and I saw the bruises forming on her arms, we immediately rushed her over here to the hospital where they diagnosed her with acute myeloid leukemia.

It devastated the whole family and it really began to take a toll on my mum and now we're hardly able to afford my sister's medical bills to pay for all the chemo she has to go through. That's why I got the job with Jim in the first place.

Any checks I get from him, go straight to my sister. Not my college fund. In fact I'm not even going to college, cause I want to continue to fund for my sister's health, and finally get her the cure she deserves.

When we got to her room, there she was lying on her bed, beanie on top of her head to cover her bald head. She turned over to me and smiled tiredly.

"Hey (y/n)." I smiled and rushed over to her and hugged her without hurting her. "How was Japan?"

"It was beautiful. Maybe once you're out and better we can take a trip there."

"I hope so."

"Oh hey, I got you what you've been asking for." I went into my bag and pulled out a poster of the Queen 2 poster that had all the guys' signatures on them. I had asked them while we were in Japan if they could sign this for me. Easily able to trick them, I told them to write it for Kay, telling them that it was a nickname of sorts.

"Oh my god." She squealed softly as she took the poster in her hands and looked at it. See she's the reason why I got into Queen. Since she's two years older than me, she first heard about the first Queen album and kept playing it on repeat.

Liking the music I was hearing, she gave me a brief education on Queen and ever since then, we've been fangirls of Queen ever since. They're music has really helped my sister a lot especially since her leukemia has seemed to be getting progressively worse in the past year.

"Thank you (y/n). You are so lucky that you get to work with them."

"Well it's mostly just doing stuff for their lawyer. I don't actually help make the songs."

"Still, you're living every girl's dream right now at the chance of even being close to them. Are they nice?"

"Oh Kay, nice doesn't even begin to describe them. They're so sweet and down to earth. Cheeky at times especially Roger and Freddie, but they are all so supportive and treat me like I'm a part of their little family."

"I'm glad they're treating you right." I then showed her some of the pictures that I had drew while I was there and some of the photos I took. "God (y/n). I envy you for your drawings. And the fact that you were in Japan. You know I always wanted to go there."

"Well—maybe when you get out, we can take a trip there." Unaware of my mum's solemn attitude, my sister smiled and said.

"Yeah. Maybe we can make it just the two of us squirt." She playfully shoved my head, our friendly little gesture of affection since we were kids.

"Hey I'm 2 years younger than you."

"Still a squirt compared to me." She teased.

After about a week of being back home, I went between my final few weeks of home schooling, the studio and the hospital. Right now I was sitting with my sister, the two of us having the boys' "Sheer Heart attack" album playing in the background as my sister and I were chatting away.

"Okay so FMK; Paul McCartney, David Bowie or Elton John." I asked my sister.

"Oh Goddamnit (n/n) why make me choose those three. I love all of them!" she whined.

"Cause I'm evil like that. No c'mon you made me have to kill Brian the last time so this is payback."

"Okay, okay. So.....ugh I hate you. Okay I would marry Elton, fuck Paul and I'm sorry David. God I hate you so much!"

"Haha!"

"Well don't let David hear you say that darling." Oh god it—it can't be. We suddenly looked up and there stood Brian, Freddie, Deacy and Roger.

"Oh my god what are—what are you guys doing here?"

"You left your journal at the studio last night. We called your mum to see if we could give it to you at the house but she told us you were at the hospital." Answered Deacy as he held up my art journal.

"At first we got worried that something bad had happened to you, but then she explained to us what was going on." Continued Roger.

"So you must be the real Kay." Freddie pointed towards my sister.

"Guys I'm—I'm sorry I tricked you, I just....."

"It's alright love. There's no need to explain. It's sweet you got something for your sister after all you've done for her. But we figured maybe a visit from the real band might make her day a bit better." Brian said with a soft smile.

"I—I....." Kaylee started as the boys all came in and sat around us.

"So Kaylee darling, which of our three albums is your favorite?" asked Freddie.

"Uhh well I—it's hard to pick but I guess your recent album Sheer Heart attack is probably my favorite."

"Do you have a favorite song from the album?" asked Brian.

"Oh god uhh—can't I say I love them all? It's so hard to pick a favorite song of yours."

"That's understandable." Replied Deacy.

For the rest of the time, my sister got to ask the guys so many questions about how their musical processes, how they choose which lyrics work the best, how the arrangement works when performing, how they all got together, everything she had been dying to know since she was a music nut.

And bless the boys they answered all her questions no matter how ridiculous or embarrassing they were. Soon a nurse came in to tell me that visiting hours were over.

I hugged my sister goodbye and even the guys gave her a hug and kiss goodbye, which made her heart meter skyrocket, especially when she got a kiss to the cheek from Deacy.

I walked out with the guys and we all piled into the car and I said to them.

"Thanks you guys."

"For what lovie?" asked Roger.

"For—being nice to my sister. You four.....have made her happier than my mum and I have seen her in years since she's had to go back and forth between home and the hospital."

"You're family to us (n/n). And if we could give a little bit more back to you, it's always worth it. We're honored that you let us in on this personal matter of your life. Thank you for letting us have your trust." Said Brian.

"Just—promise me that none of this gets leaked out."

"Don't be ridiculous dear. We wouldn't dare proclaim this secret of yours out to the public. Your sister's secret heath crisis is safe with us." Freddie said as he stroked down my hair. I smiled and thanked them once more.

One year later in 1975 I was with the boys, Mr. Reid, Paul Prenter and my boss Jim Beach. We were currently in Ray Foster's office waiting for Freddie to arrive for the meeting of the next hit album. I leaned my chin against my palm as I drummed against the armrest of the chair I was sitting in.

Finally Freddie walked in greeting us with a hello.

"You're late." Said Mr. Foster.

"Am I?" questioned Freddie.

"Saved you a seat." Paul said as he gestured at the chair I was sitting at. He then glared down at me ordering me to move. I sat up but then just before I could walk away to stand beside my boss, I was pulled onto the couch and saw that it was Roger who had pulled me in to sit on his lap. He winked at me and placed a quick peck on my forehead as Mr. Reid introduced my boss to Ray Foster.

"You must stop calling him that." Freddie said as he lit himself a cigarette.

"That's his name." said Mr. Reid.

"No we cannot keep calling him Jim Beach. No that's absurd not to mention unspeakably boring." He breathed in a quick drag before proclaiming. "Miami. From now on; I dub thee, Miami Beach." My boss chuckled then said a quick little teasing joke of Miami Beach.

Truthfully I liked it, hopefully I can have the honor of calling him that one day but for now I'll just settle on Mr. Beach as I have been referring him as.

"Right now that everyone's got an acceptable name let's get to it. Look; we just really need something special. More hits, like "Killer Queen", only bigger."

"It's not bloody widgets we're making. We can't just reproduce Killer Queen." Said Roger as Freddie sat up and walked towards Ray's record player taking out a record from his bag.

"No. We can do better." Said Freddie as he placed the record on the vinyl and turned it on. He lifted the needle and placed it at a specific point and soon coming out of the speakers was the famed song from Carmen. I grinned and as Freddie gracefully walked around moving his finger around to the tun, Mr. Foster bluntly stated.

"It's opera."

"Opera!" exclaimed Mr. Reid.

"Opera." Echoed Paul.

"Ahh there seems to be an echo in here." Deacy stated which made me choke out a laugh. As the song continued, when it got to the big crescendo part of the song, Freddie went all out waving his arm in tune before on the final note, slamming his hand down on Foster's desk. He almost couldn't contain his excitement as I chuckled softly.

Brian, Rog and Deacy were also in tune to the idea as they with less enthusiasm as Freddie but the same interest followed the next crescendo of the choir. Freddie turned the volume down as Brian said.

"See we don't want to repeat ourselves. The same formula over and over."

"Formulas are a complete and utter waste of time." Freddie stated bluntly.

"Formulas work. Let's stick with the formulas. I like formulas." Mr. Foster said.

"We'll call the album......A Night at the Opera." Hmm after a Marx brother's film. Sounds interesting.

"Are you aware that no one actually likes Opera."

"I like it." I said to myself, but I guess it was loud enough because Mr. Foster looked right at me through his shades and asked skeptically.

"Do you?"

"I do as well." I heard my boss say. I looked at him and he gave me a slight nod. God he was such a cool boss.

"No don't misunderstand darling, it's a rock and roll record. With the scale of opera. The pathos of Greek tragedy, the wit of Shakespeare, the—unbridled joy of musical theatre. It's a musical experience. Rather than just another record, something for everyone something—something that will make people feel belongs to them. We'll mix genres, we'll cross boundaries, we'll—we'll—we'll speak in bloody tongues if we want to."

"There-there's no musical ghetto that can contain us." Proclaimed Roger.

"That's it." Freddie pointed towards Roger.

"No one knows what Queen means because it doesn't mean one thing." Deacy pointed out.

All was quiet, man I have a feeling that this album was gonna be the one that would put Queen on the map of the entire world, that after this they were gonna change the name of music forever.

"What do you think John?" Foster asked Mr. Reid.

"I—agree with the band."

"Of course you do." He then turned towards me and asked, "How about you uhh—" I was shocked that he wanted my opinion. I looked to the guys and they gave me an encouraging nod.

"(Y/n). Well—fortune favors the bold, does it not?" I felt Roger pat my shoulder. Freddie then leaned against Foster's desk as he said.

"Surely a man of your—unique taste. Isn't afraid of a little risk?" Foster debated before finally saying.

"Please don't make me regret this."

"You're fun." Freddie pointed out with a grin.

After the meeting, Jim called me into his office and I said as I peeked into it.

"You wished to see me sir?"

"Yes c'mon in (y/n). Have a seat." I took a seat in front of his desk. "Alright (y/n), now it's come to my attention that since you and the boys have gotten so close with each other since you started working here, I feel it's best that since I can't go with them to Rockfield due to my legal matters here as their lawyer, that I'm electing you to go with them to keep an eye on them."

I was flabbergasted. Me? Go with them to Rockfield studios?

"M—Mr. Beach....."

"Miami." Wow he did he really just ask me to call him that. "Freddie's insisted that you refer to me as that from now on." Ahh that Freddie Mercury.

"Miami. I mean it's an honor but I—I don't think I can go away for that long. I mean....."

"Please (y/n). You know as well as I do that Paul has no good intentions when it comes to Queen." That I do. Ever since working with the boys, I've had a sickening feeling about Paul Prenter. There was just something about him that felt—slimy, ill, almost like a virus.

"Yeah."

"There's no other person I would trust more to go with the boys to the farm. Plus they all believe that you should go with them anyway so it's out of my hands either way."

"I'll think about it."

"Just make sure you tell them in two days' time when they leave for the recording." I nodded and stood up. "Oh wait, one more thing. Your paycheck." He then took out his checkbook and wrote down my pay for the 2 weeks. I thanked him but when I looked down, my eyes widened.

"Wait uhh—Miami. This....this is double the normal amount you pay me."

"I know."

"I agreed to be paid 500 pounds."

"It's come to my attention there's some financial struggle you're going through. The boys wouldn't explain it in full detail but they made me aware that you were in dire need of it. Plus I know they can be a lot to handle, so you deserve 1000 anyway." I looked down but couldn't help the small smile across my face.

"Thank you—Miami." He smiled and nodded at me and I left his office with my raised paycheck. As I walked across the hall, I saw the boys go from the snooping position to trying to act nonchalantly, like they weren't spying on me. "I know you four had something to do with this." I said raising my check.

"We have no idea what you're talking about (n/n)." said Brian as he looked over his six-pence coin that served as his guitar pick.

"So you're coming with us right?" asked Freddie.

"I—I'll get back to you on that. I—I need to talk to Kay about it."

"I'm sure she'll let you come with us. C'mon love just say you'll be coming with us." Roger said as he came up and wrapped his arms around me.

"Besides you'll be much better company than Prenter. I'll go mad if I have to see him every day while we're there." Said Deacy.

"Exactly Deacy!" agreed Roger.

So that night after work, I was in Kaylee's room and I told her about what I was going to do for the summer and she was psyched for me.

"I say you go!" she proclaimed.

"But what about you?" I asked. She reached over and took my hand and she said.

"You've been doing too much for me. You've always put me over yourself. And this is your last chance to be a free kid before you start thinking about college. So please for my sake go with them. If not I'll never let you live it down. Ever."

"Okay, okay. I'll give Fred a call tomorrow and tell him."

"Call him tonight."

"Fine. And you're sure you'll be fine."

"Yes. I've got mum to look after me. And I expect new drawings, pictures and lots of stories from you when you get back."

"I promise Kay, thanks girl." She smiled as I leaned forward and we hugged each other.

In two days, the guys picked me up right at 4am on the dot so that way we'd get there by sunrise to the farm. Deacy put my bags in the trunk while I hugged and kissed my mum and sis goodbye.

"Now be sure to be good for these boys (y/n)."

"I will mum. Promise me to keep me updated on everything?"

"You know me, I'll be calling you every night." I smiled and separated from my mum before finally standing before my sister.

"Don't do anything insane till I get back." I told her. She smiled and scoffed playfully.

"How can I? You're taking all the insanity with you." I grinned back at her and the two of us embraced each other. "Have fun tigress."

"Be strong lioness."

"Oh come on let's get a move on! Anymore wasted time here and we'll be late!" I heard Paul cry out.

"Piss off Prenter! Let her say goodbye to her family." Brian sneered.

"Go on, don't want you to get into trouble." Kay said as we separated. I waved bye to them one last time and I got into the car with Rog and Deacy and soon we drove off.

"Since it'll be a long drive and it's still pretty early, why don't you try and go back to sleep (y/n)?" suggested Deacy. I nodded and leaned my head back against the car, but Deacy offered his shoulder for me to sleep on. I took his offer and in his playful jealous tone, Roger spoke up.

"What about me?"

"You fidget around too much on long car rides." I moaned tiredly.

"Why you little—"

"Face it Rog, she loves me more than you do when it comes to sleeping buddies. Isn't that right love?"

"Yeah." I heard Rog huff but then he said.

"Well at least I provide the best blankets." He emphasized that point by draping his fur coat over my shoulders as a blanket.

"Won't deny that though. You both take such good care of me."

"Only the best for you love." I nuzzled into Deacy's shoulder and exhaled tiredly through my nose and began to fall back asleep.

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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An Eye for an Eye...

Kevin Orzatta isn’t expecting to be set upon by a biker gang.

Okay. That’s a little bit of a lie. He’s mostly not expecting it, but it’s not entirely a surprise; it’s always a possibility. He just thought he’d had his timing right, especially after the incident with what Lex had lovingly dubbed ‘Killer Croc’.

But apparently not. Croc had, according to reports, taken the Hoods’ leader down with him. That’s done nothing to stop the rest of them from coming out of absolutely nowhere, taking him hostage, and dragging him back to their base.

Scouting is dangerous and he regrets volunteering to do it. How long will it take for someone to notice he’s missing?

They arrive in what looks like an old military compound. Kevin’s unceremoniously dumped in the dirt and one of his captors, a youngish guy with coke-bottle glasses and a goatee, shouts, “Hey! We brought you boys a get-well present!”

Huh.

The man that steps out from one of the buildings has his arm in a cast and a nasty bruise spreading over half of his face. There’s a sketchbook cradled in the crook of his elbow and his good hand has a green pencil in it.

“What the hell?”

“One’a Luthor’s scouts,” Goatee says. “Since you’re banned from having fun with the rest of us, we thought we’d bring the fun to you.”

Broken Arm raises an eyebrow.

“Boss is on the phone,” he says and wait. Boss? They got a new one already? “Put him somewhere for now, I guess. Make sure he doesn’t die of heatstroke.”

“Serve him right,” Goatee grumbles, then, “C’mon, asshole, let’s go.”

* * *

Kevin’s been duct-taped to this chair for an hour when the door swings open. Broken Arm is here. So is--

--oh, shit.

“You’re supposed to be dead!”

“Been dead, done that.” The grin Todd gives him is sharp and unfriendly. Broken Arm sighs.

“Really.”

“I saw an opening and I took it.”

They pull up chairs of their own as the door closes. Kevin would like to say he’s not scared of these punkasses, but, well...he is. Todd’s got a nasty reputation, and he doesn’t know the other guy at all. Maybe he’s the Torture Tech or something.

“Look,” he says frantically, “I don’t really know anything--”

“Oh, I’m not after intel,” Todd says, voice light and friendly. “I’m sending a message. I don’t like it when people try to kill me. It hurts my feelings .”

“Look, man,” he says, thinking maybe he can still make nice, “I had nothing to do with that. I swear.”

Todd leans forward, arms propped on his knees.

“No?” No. “Let’s make sure.”

What?

Todd glances down. Kevin follows his eyes and that’s when he sees the knife jutting out of his left knee.

“I don’t know if it’s my speed or the sharpness of my blade, but most don’t even feel it go in,” Todd says, still light and friendly, still smiling politely. “It won’t hurt unless I move it, now.”

“Oh God--”

“I’ve never actually done this before,” Todd continues. “So it might take me a try or two to get it right...you wouldn’t know the right angle to pop that loose, would you?”

WHAT.

Broken Arm squints.

“No, but it might come back to me?”

“Fair enough. That can wait.” He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “Your exalted leader’s been messing around with genetics...damn it, I used to know the angle. It’s bugging the hell outta me...you’re sure you don’t remember?”

“Mark said I could take the horse pills or he’d come at me with a needle,” Broken Arm says apologetically. “My head’s fogged out.”

Todd frowns, then lights back up and digs out a beat-to-shit...phone.

“Hang on. If he screams, smack the knife-hey, Ma?” WHAT. “No, no, I’m good. I need a thing. Um. You know that trick Uncle O used ta do? The knife and the kneecap one-I was like thirteen when he showed it to me, it’s fine-no, he didn’t let me do it-no-no, D, listen. D. I can’t remember the angle, and it’s bugging the shit out of me. You wouldn’t know it, would you-okay. Okay, thanks. Yeah, yeah, love you too. Mm-hm. Bye.” He hangs up and squints at the knife. “She says thirty degrees.”

“I might be loopy, but that’s not thirty.”

“No. Darn.” He sits up, tilts his head side-to-side, and sighs. “I can’t shove it, I gotta pull it out and redo. Ugh , this was going so well…”

“No-no-no- ARGH! ”

He may not have felt it go in, but he feels it go out, sharp metal sliding against the tendons and the tip nicking the bone. He’s still gasping through the pain when Todd jabs the knife back in at a slightly different angle.

“There we go-yeah, that looks more right to me. You?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s more like it.” He rubs his hands together. “If it helps at all, you’re not gonna die today. Unless I fuck something up. You’re not supposed to die today.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Attempted murder is hurtful. Keep up. Anyways, you might not walk right again, but, well…”

“Relax your muscles, man,” Broken Arm says. “That might help, I don’t know. This has never happened to me, actually.”

“No? I thought this did happen to you.”

“No, someone hit me at the wrong angle and popped it outta the socket.”

“Ohh.” Todd rolls his neck. “Welp, let’s see if D was right. Deep breath, buttercup!”

“No-no, please, I can give you informaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII-!”

There’s a horrible tearing noise and white-hot pain bursts in his knee. He sags forward as far as the tape will let him, trying desperately to pass out.

“Look at that, it worked.” The knife wiggles a little and Kevin yelps, tries to draw away. That only makes everything hurt more. “Think I should take anything off?”

Broken Arm hums and there’s the creak of his chair being tilted back.

“Mark can totally keep him from dying if you hack off a finger.”

“That’s fair.” Todd rips the knife out of his knee, wipes it off on Kevin’s sweaty jacket, and stands up. Pats him on the shoulder. Says, voice warm, “You’re gonna go back, and you’re gonna tell your friends that the next time they pull that shit, I’ll be knocking on their door. S’that clear?”

“Please--”

“I said , is that clear?”

Oh, God--

“Yes?”

“Good.” He smiles. “Don’t worry. I’ve done this a lotta times.”

“No-no- please - noooAGH! ”

THE END

*This is straight-up pulled out of The Last of Us . No, I don’t know the actual angle, or if it even matters. (I would have cared more, but those fuckers had my kid and I was mad. Sue me.)

#Jason Todd #Antoine Drouot #gotham city garage #Jason is a gang leader #raised in the mob #he's just really friendly and people forget that sometimes #Antoine is here for moral support #because he really can't help with only one arm and all #warnings for torture

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katastroficwriter · 5 years

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Pregame Kiibo and Kokichi end up getting each other for secret Santa. Bonus points if they get caught under the mistletoe and are kinda shy about it.

Sorry for taking so long. A bunch of stuff happened. But here you go.

“Are you going to your part-time job?”

“Ah, yes! Sorry about this, Iidabashi-kun…”

“…It’s okay,” Kiibo smiled. “You’re saving money for your giftee, right?”

Ouma nodded guiltily. He felt like he’s been neglecting their friendship because of the whole Secret Santa idea that Shirogane proposed. The whole class seemed excited about it, and everyone easily agreed to schedule the gift exchange during the Christmas party. He didn’t want to participate at first–but after seeing whose name he got…he wanted to do it. That’s why he’s working so hard in the first place. “But still…”

Kiibo interrupted his negative thoughts by giving him a reassuring pat on his head. “I can’t blame you for wanting to do your best, you know. I’m sure whoever your recipient is, they’ll cherish the gift you gave them since you put in so much thought on it. Now, you better go or else you’ll be late for your job.”

Ouma’s eyes widened in shock. “C-crap you’re right! I’ll see you tomorrow Iidabashi-kun!” He bid his friend goodbye with a wave before rushing off.

The albino returned the wave even though the raven-haired teen missed it. He heaved out a sigh once his friend was out of sight before entering the game shop nearby.

Ouma had been looking forward to the party. So much so that he marked his calendar and crossed out dates each night. But just as soon as he was standing in front of the karaoke bar, he found it difficult to step inside. The karaoke bar the majority of the class chose to hold the party in was recently built and currently the fanciest karaoke bar he has ever seen in his entire life. He felt incredibly small and out of place–even dawdling in front of the establishment.

The weight of the mint green gift bag in his hand was starting to overwhelm him too even though in reality, it wasn’t that heavy at all.

‘Come on Kokichi. You’ve been waiting for this day. Man up. Take a deep breath and just put your right foot forward,’ he took a deep breath, waiting a few beats before lifting his right foot.

….

He placed it back down and buried his face in his hands. ‘I can’t do it…!’

“Huh? Ouma-kun? Are you feeling ill?” the raven-haired teen lifted his head to find Yonaga looking at him with a worried smile.

“Y-Yonaga-san? Ah, no, I’m okay–”

“You shouldn’t ignore the early signs of sickness, you know!” the platinum blonde girl then moved to grab him by the arm. “Let’s go somewhere warmer so you won’t catch a cold. Staying outside might aggravate your symptoms!”

“A-ah, wait, Yonaga-san–!” Ouma helplessly protested as he was being gradually dragged in the karaoke bar.

“Oooh! It’s so nice and warm here,” Yonaga cheered. “Isn’t that great, Ouma-kun?”

Ouma lifted his scarf to cover his mouth, “Y-yeah.” Now that he’s finally inside the establishment, he felt ten times smaller. No wonder this place is popular. It was so big that it could cater to a large amount of customers even during peak seasons like Christmas.

‘Toujou-san chose this place for everyone’s comfort and convenience, but I feel kind of guilty having her pay for all of this. Even if she did say that it’s her gift to everyone before she leaves for a family vacation.’ He sighed as he idly followed the upbeat shrine maiden before him.

“Our room number is 53, right?” she turned to face him as she walked backwards, hands clasped behind her back.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Yonaga flashed him a bright smile, “Roger that then~!” She did an about-face so she could check the room numbers properly. “Oh! There it is! Hurry, hurry~!” Once again, the raven-haired teen found himself getting tugged along by his classmate once more.

It was probably due to the familiarity, but as soon as Yonaga pushed the door open, his eyes immediately fell on his best friend, Kiibo, who was currently engaged in a conversation with Saihara. They were probably discussing another mystery novel considering how passionately the aspiring novelist was talking. Yonaga had already left his side to join Akamatsu and Harukawa’s conversation.

“Ah, Ouma-kun! You’re finally here!” Shirogane waved a hand. “We’re currently waiting for Momota-kun and Hoshi-kun to return with the maracas and the tambourine. You didn’t miss anything.”

Ouma greeted the bespectacled girl with a short bow, “Hello, Shirogane-san. I’m sorry for being late.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” She waved her hand dismissively. “The important thing is you’re here! Now go have a seat.”

“Ouma-kun, I saved you a seat,” his back straightened at the sound of his friend’s voice. God, why is he so tense!? Actually, he already knew the answer to that…But still! He shouldn’t make it obvious. Iidabashi is perceptive–he’d be found out too soon and that would be too embarrassing.

He took a deep breath before turning around and smiled, “Thank you.”

The albino teen scooted next to him as soon as the latter sat down. “It was pretty crowded today, wasn’t it?”

Ouma nodded as he set the gift bag beside him. “Yeah. I should’ve left my house earlier…” His eyes unconsciously wandering towards the white gift box wrapped with a golden ribbon found next to his friend. “Is that your gift?”

Kiibo’s eyes widened a little, before regaining his composure. “Yes. Ah, that’s right. Shirogane-san said that we’ll be exchanging our gifts once everyone has sung at least one song.”

“W-what?” Ouma checked if Saihara was nearby, but found him engaged with a conversation with Akamatsu. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he leaned in close, covering the side of his face to prevent prying eyes from reading his lips. “…Will you be okay?”

Kiibo heaved out a sigh before looking away. “I have no choice in the matter. I have to do it.”

Ouma made a mental note to leave the room once it was the albino’s turn in the limelight.

“What about you? Will you be okay singing in front of a crowd?” Kiibo whispered back.

“I…don’t really know. But I can manage…somehow,” Ouma fiddled with his fingers as he replied. “I mean, you heard me sing before…so maybe if I imagine that you’re the only one around, I’d be comfortable enough.”

Before the albino could respond, Momota had entered the room with a boisterous “We’re back!” with Hoshi silently trailing behind him with the maracas in hand..

“Alright, that means we can get this party started,” Amami chuckled as he picked up a microphone. “So, what’s the singing order? Everyone has to sing at least one song, right?”

“Oh, I prepared some lots while waiting for Momota-kun and Hoshi-kun to come back,” Chabashira waved a cup filled with chopsticks in the air. “I wrote numbers on each stick to help us decide the order!”

“Okay, let’s gather in a circle,” Akamatsu smoothened her coat before moving to the more spacious corner of their room. Everyone else followed suit, forming a tight circle, eyes already scanning which chopstick to pick.

“Since the cup is in your hand, you draw first Chabashira-san, then I pass it to the right,” Shirogane instructed.

“Okay, got it!” the martial artist did as she was told but didn’t dare look at the number on a stick yet. They all waited until everyone managed to draw a chopstick.

“On a count of three, we’ll check our numbers, okay?” Akamatsu took a deep breath before counting down. “One, two, three!”

The results were as follows:

1 - Saihara Shuuichi

2 - Akamatsu Kaede

3 - Shirogane Tsumugi

4 - Amami Rantarou

5 - Momota Kaito

6 - Iruma Miu

7 - Gokuhara Gonta

8 - Harukawa Maki

9 - Chabashira Tenko

10 - Hoshi Ryoma

11 - Ouma Kokichi

12 - Yonaga Angie

13 - Toujou Kirumi

14 - Yumeno Himiko

15 - Shinguuji Korekiyo

16 - Iidabashi Kiibo

Ouma and Kiibo shared a look. Having the albino sing last was probably for the best. But at the same time, it would be one unfortunate way to end their karaoke session.

“Alright let’s get this party started!” Momota pumped a fist in the air. “Get singing, Shuuichi!”

“Don’t rush me,” huffed the ebony haired teen as he inputted his song of choice before grabbing a microphone from the table.

Once he was settled in his spot on the small stage, he pressed play. A confident smirk found its way on his face as soon as he registered the look of recognition on Amami’s face as soon as a rhythmic strumming of an electric guitar blared from the speakers. Saihara started bobbing his head and tapping his foot in tune with the song’s melody before lifting the mic to his lips…

[“We spat out a bunch of careless words, and cried about all memories of old. How about we make today the last one? Waiting for the ready, set go. We held hands, just you and me. That was when I was still in my old brave phase.”] Everyone cheered and clapped when Saihara struck a pose. [“It’s alright if you don’t want to stop now. Life is such a hypocritical thing. Don’t tell me that you just can’t do it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear it.”] Saihara started bobbing his head to the music once more, doing a little tap dance as he continued singing. [“I don’t want to hear that it’s too late now.”]

Ouma shrank in his scarf a little as the aspiring novelist sang the chorus with fervor, garnering more of their classmate’s cheers. “I didn’t expect Saihara-kun to be this enthusiastic about karaoke.”

“He isn’t, but he’s been listening to this song a lot lately,” Amami chuckled. “Though he already bought the singer’s album that had this same song.”

“Ohh,” the raven-haired teen nodded his head in understanding. “…This song sounds really catchy.”

“Hahaha, yeah,” the chartreuse haired teen leaned against his seat. “I think it’s the perfect song to start the party. Look at how everyone’s so into it already.”

Ouma noticed the albino slightly bobbing his head and tapping his foot along with the song from the corner of his eye. He huffed a laugh, “I guess so.”

“What song are you planning to sing, by the way?” Amami lifted the song book as he asked.

“Ah…” Ouma scratched his cheek a little and looked down. “W-well, since it’s Christmas, I thought of singing a Christmas song. What about you?”

“Ohh I thought so too. I’m planning to sing Nissy’s “Gift,” since it seemed easy to sing,” Amami then handed him the song book. “You should decide on something soon. It would be your turn before you know it. Iidabashi too.”

“T-true. Thank you for the song book, Amami-kun.”

“No problem.”

Ouma started flipping through the song book, flinching a little when he felt the albino sit closer. “Ah, do you want to pick a song too?”

“I don’t think the results would change no matter what song I select,” Kiibo chuckled. “What song will you be singing?”

“Oh, probably…something in English,” the raven haired teen shyly scratched his cheek. “There’s this American song my mom listens to a lot every Christmas, so I more or less got the lyrics down. Though I’m a little worried that I might mess up the pronunciation…”

Kiibo moved to pat his friend reassuringly, “Don’t mind, don’t mind. We’re here to celebrate and have fun. It’s not a contest to see who can sing the best, so don’t worry. Okay?”

Embarrassed, Ouma hid his face with the song book and nodded.

“What’s the song called, if I may ask? My father tends to listen to foreign songs too,” Kiibo asked as he moved out of his friend’s personal bubble.

“U-Um, it’s “All I Want For Christmas is You”, by Mariah Carey-san. My mom listens to her songs a lot, so…” Ouma replied as he jotted down the song number on a slip of paper. “This karaoke bar is amazing though, it has a song selection for other languages too, not just English.”

“I never really went to karaoke bars before, so I don’t really have a point of reference,” hummed the albino. “Oh, you did tell me that your mom would invite you to join her for karaoke before.”

“Mmhm. But it’s my first time going here. I actually had trouble entering because I got intimidated,” Ouma let out a nervous laugh. “Luckily Yonaga-san arrived when she did, otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able set foot at all.”

“Ah–”

“Sorry for intruding, but may I borrow the song book for a bit?” Chabashira wrung her hands together, worried that she did something wrong.

Ouma shook his head a little, “It’s okay, I already finished choosing a song. Here you go.”

“T-thank you!” the martial artist did a hasty bow before returning to her best friend’s side. Ouma find himself smiling at the sight of Yumeno patting someone taller than her. “Chabashira-san is really doing her best to conquer her fears. I admire her a lot for that.”

“You’re doing your best too, Ouma-kun,” Kiibo smiled. “Everyone is doing what they can to be the best version of themselves everyday.” Both teens flinched from Momota’s sudden and explosive: [“ONE PUUUUUUNCH!!!”]

“W-wh…that…that shocked me,” Ouma sighed, pressing a hand over his heart.

“Y-yeah…” the albino simply nodded. “Though, it’s just like Momota-kun to choose a song like this.”

“Childish, shounen-type songs?” their heads turned to look at their pink-blonde haired classmate, who huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. By the way, has it really been 5 songs already? Sure Momota is singing now, but it doesn’t feel that way doesn’t it? What are the odds that this karaoke bar has time distortion properties?”

“I think that’s a little too extreme for a karaoke bar to have, Iruma-san,” Ouma offered. “But you’re right. Time went by so fast, I didn’t notice that we’re already on the 5th singer.”

“You just gotta buckle up then. If I were you, you better start giving yourself some mental pep-talk,” Iruma paused to stretch her arms. “I want to get this gift exchange over with so I can go help my dad around the shop–”

“Hey! Iruma! You’re up!” Momota yelled through the mic.

Iruma heaved out a sigh before kicking herself off her seat, “No need to yell, dumbass. Now gimme that mic!”

“They’re always so lively,” Kiibo remarked with a smile. “I’m glad I went. Even if there wasn’t a gift exchange involved, I would have been happy just to spend time with everyone.”

Ouma looked down at his lap, a little embarrassed for staring at his friend’s face for too long. “…Me too.”

As soon as his turn was over, Ouma had left the room for some air and a chance to compose himself after singing in front of his classmates for the first time. Without thinking too much about it, he accidentally brought his exchange gift with him outside. He didn’t know why he did that, but it just felt right for some reason. He sighed as he took a seat on the orange leather sofa set in the lobby.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, blushing hard as he recalled everyone’s surprised faces and encouraging cheering as he sang the song. “Ahhh…it’s no good. I’m too embarrassed…!” he groaned, hugging the gift bag to his chest for comfort. He released a sigh as he was reminded of the gift’s contents.

“I wonder if…this is enough…?” he murmured. ‘I have so much to thank him for, but this is all I could give him…’

He did two part-time jobs just to earn what he needed for the gift. His mother did offer to pay for the gift in his stead but…this was something he wanted to work for by himself.

‘Everyone is doing what they can to be the best version of themselves everyday.’

Kiibo’s words echoed in his mind, prompting him to smile. He really always knew what to say in order to uplift everyone’s mood. Which is exactly why he wanted to work hard this Christmas.

“Ouma-kun.”

His jolted in his seat before meeting the albino’s gaze. “You finished singing already?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it singing but…yes,” Kiibo coughed awkwardly before offering the shorter teen a hand. “The gift exchange already started, so I went to pick you up.”

“Ahh, I see,” Ouma laughed nervously as he accepted the offered hand and allowed his friend to pull him up to his feet. “Did you manage to give your partner their gift yet?”

“No, not yet. I actually came to get you first,” Kiibo replied as he started walking.

“O-oh…” Ouma looked at the bag in his arms and then at his friend. This was the perfect chance for him to give the gift to its proper recipient. He’d be too self-conscious if he does this inside the room, where everyone could witness him act pathetically. “U-um…Iidabashi-kun, wait.”

The albino tilted his head inquisitively, stopping short from pushing their room’s door open. “Is there something wrong, Ouma-kun? Did you forget something in the lobby?”

Ouma shook his head, his grip on the gift bag tightening as he prepared himself. “T-the truth is…” he thrusted the gift bag in the taller teen’s direction and bowed. “I was the one who drew your name for the exchange! S-so–please accept this gift!”

The raven haired teen didn’t dare look up until the weight of the gift bag left his hands. Purple eyes widened at the sight of Kiibo’s flustered face, which he tried to hide with a gloved hand. He was starting to piece things together, which made the albino’s cheeks grow redder and redder.

“T-thank you, Ouma-kun,” he stammered. “I–I didn’t think that it was for me. I knew that you worked so hard for this, too…I–”

“L-leave that for later, once you’ve seen what’s inside. Um, we better go inside now before everyone starts worrying,” Ouma rubbed the back of his neck lamely, averting his eyes from his friend’s appreciative gaze.

Kiibo caught on to his embarrassment and nodded. “Y-yes, you’re right.” He wrapped his hand

The entire room went silent as soon as they pushed the door open. Before either of the monochrome pair could ask, their classmates scrambled out of their seats and sent the entire room in an uproar.

“YOU’RE UNDER THE MISTLETOE!!!”

As soon as his brain processed the words, both Kiibo and Ouma slowly looked up, freezing upon realizing that yes, there really was a mistletoe hanging above their heads.

“W-when did this get there! I-I didn’t notice this at all!” Ouma stammered.

“Huh? You didn’t notice?” Shirogane gasped. “It’s been there by the time Iruma-san was singing.”

“That’s because you were too busy looking at the floor to see it,” Yumeno wagged her finger as she spoke.

“This won’t do at all, Ouma-kun. Your lack of awareness will get you killed,” Saihara tutted, shaking his head as he did so.

“Anyway, that aside. What’s it gonna be? Smooch or bail?” Iruma slammed her hands against the table. “I hope you didn’t forget that there’s a penalty if you bail.”

“I didn’t hear of a penalty either!” Ouma blanched as his escape route had completely vanished before his very eyes. “When was that decided?”

“I actually wasn’t aware of a penalty either,” Kiibo hummed, trapping his chin in between his fingertips as he tried recalling such an arrangement.

“I also–!” Chabashira raised a hand, which slowly she slowly put down. “…D-don’t remember that there was a penalty…”

Akamatsu clapped her hands once to grab everyone’s attention, “It was during a voice call. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind that some of you were already asleep when the call started, that’s why you didn’t know!”

“So? What’s the penalty?” Hoshi pocketed his hands as he asked.

“It’s nothing too serious. Just that you have to treat the class to food,” Amami replied.

Kiibo took note of the raven-haired teen’s pale complexion and shaking pupils, it practically screamed ‘I don’t know if I brought enough money to treat everyone.’

“Ouma-kun, it should be fine,” he offered a small smile as he shut the door behind them. “I don’t mind doing it.” His eyes never left Ouma, paying no heed to the impressed whistles and the soft gasps of their peers.

It was a little impressive how quick the shorter teen was to change color, from red, to white, to red once more.

“A-are you sure, Iidabashi-kun?!” Ouma looked at his friend in shock. “I-it’s a kiss, you know!”

Kiibo shrugged as he tugged him closer, “Perhaps. But the rules didn’t exactly specify that it had to be on the lips.”

“AH! Iidabashi you cheating prick–!” Iruma yelled. But the pair was no longer paying attention.

Kiibo used his free hand to brush away his dark locks from his face before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Ouma had instinctively closed his eyes as soon as the albino slowly leaned in to close the gap, releasing a breath once he felt the other’s soft lips on his skin. His cheeks heated up even more as soon as he registered the hoots and cheers of their class.

“That was sly of you, Iidabashi-kun,” Yumeno wiggled her fingers towards his general direction. “I just cast a curse on you. You’ll keep finding yourself under the mistletoe no matter what, from now on. This spell expires as soon as the year changes.”

“Come to my shrine tomorrow to get rid of the curse, Iidabashi-kun!” Yonaga chimed, pressing her hands together as though in prayer.

“Whaaat? Don’t you dare undo my spell like that!” whined the crimson haired teen.

“Anyway, we should continue with the exchange so we can go eat dinner right after,” Harukawa’s voice easily cut through the shorter girl’s whines. “We’d be able to go home sooner too.”

“Yes, that’s true,�� Toujou nodded. “Well then, shall we resume?”

While the others got down to business, Kiibo led the dazed Ouma to the direction of their things and sat him down.

“Hey, Ouma-kun,” Kiibo called as he grabbed his white and gold gift box.

“Y-yes?”

“Actually…” Kiibo reached for his friend’s hands before placing the gift atop it. “I drew your name for the exchange as well.”

“HAH?!” Ouma covered his mouth with both hands, embarrassed by his sudden outburst.

The albino bowed a little, trying to hide his red cheeks. “I was shocked too, when you gave me your gift. The chances of picking each other’s names are slim…and yet here we are.” He slowly guided Ouma’s hands back to the latter’s lap. “Go ahead and open it.”

Ouma looked at the box’s golden bow, then at his friend, then back to the box. He took a deep breath and carefully tugged the ribbons’ ends, unraveling the bow back to its original form. The first thing he saw upon lifting the cover was a carefully folded scarf patterned in checkers of black and white. He ran his hand on it, finding out that it was made with a thick material to maximize warmth. “A scarf…”

“I noticed that you’ve been shivering a lot in class even with the heater on, that’s when I saw that your scarves were already thin and worn. That’s why I chose a particularly thick one so it would keep you warm during the winter season,” Kiibo explained. “There’s actually more. Take the scarf out of the box.”

“Huh? Um…okay,” Ouma felt a little awkward for not being able to express his gratitude, but did as he was told. But as soon as he discovered what was hidden under the monochrome scarf, he froze. In bold white and black, the words: Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc stared back at his awed face. “T-this is–!”

He lifted the CD case, and discovered that there was another game hidden under it: Super Danganronpa 2: Farewell Despair Academy. He felt himself tear up. Underneath that CD were the other 2 Danganronpa games that he never got to chance to play since he couldn’t afford it. A scarf and all 4 installments of a game he absolutely loved. He feels absolutely blessed right now.

He wiped his tears with a sleeve, far too overwhelmed with emotion. “T-thank you so much, Iidabashi-kun…!” he sobbed. “I–I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry for crying…”

Kiibo gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “I knew how much you loved this franchise, so…”

“W-wait,” Ouma hastily wiped his tears before looking him in the eye. “You–you should open your gift too. I wasn’t able to wrap it properly since I only got it yesterday, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Kiibo flashed him a smile before moving to sit beside him. “Even if it wasn’t wrapped. I already know how hard you worked to buy this gift, and I’m grateful for that.”

When he opened the bag, he was surprised to find books inside it. His curiosity was piqued when he saw the familiar cover of Natsume Souseki’s, “I am a Cat.” The cover of the books were all protected by a plastic cover in order for it to withstand the elements.

“All of the books there are written by Natsume Souseki-sensei. I know you’ve read ‘I am a Cat’ from our school library before, but I figured that maybe you wanted to keep your own copy too,” Ouma averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck as he explained.

Kiibo’s immediate reaction was to hug the raven-haired teen. “Thank you…thank you!”

Upon noticing that their classmates were already eyeing them out of curiosity and mild amusement, Ouma patted the albino on the back. “You’re welcome, Iidabashi-kun. U-um…everyone’s watching us.” He gasped when the taller teen gave him a squeeze before pulling away.

“I’m sorry about my behavior, I…” Kiibo hugged the gift bag to his chest. “I will cherish these forever.”

“Mm~mm! It must be fate that they drew each other’s names for the exchange,” Yonaga nodded. “It’s quite perfect too, since they already know what gift would make their partner smile.”

Ouma wrapped his new scarf around his neck and tugged it upwards to hide the lower half of his face, his embarrassment only magnified from the attention he’s getting.

Toujou disrupted the awkward atmosphere with two claps. “Everyone, it’s already 8:25 pm. I already called the front desk and dinner should be served shortly. In the meantime, you may continue singing if you wish to do so.”

“Wow, this place serves dinner too? How high class…” Akamatsu trailed off.

“Aka-chan!”

The blonde pianist jolted in her seat at the sudden address. “Y-yes, Shiro-chan?”

The bespectacled blunette pointed at the second microphone perched on the table, “Pick that up, we’re doing this.”

Akamatsu gasped. “No way. You mean–”

“You. Me. And Suki Desu ga Suki Desu ka, ” Shirogane grinned as she pressed start. Akamatsu hurried out of her seat to join the other girl on stage. The two girls then proceeded to rock out to more Love Live songs while waiting for dinner to arrive.

“You didn’t have to walk me to my house. Your father is…”

“He won’t mind waiting in the car. I wanted to make sure that you actually get in your house,” Kiibo smiled. “How’s the scarf?”

Ouma’s cheeks took on a more rosy color as his face shyly sank into the checkered scarf, “It’s very warm…thank you again for this. And for dropping me home too.” He slowly pushed the door open.

“You’re welcome–ah.”

“Mmh? Is something the matter?” Ouma tilted his head in confusion.

“It seems…Yumeno-san’s curse is the real thing,” Kiibo let out an amused huff as he pointed at the door frame. There it was again, the infamous mistletoe. “Well, we don’t have to conform to the tradition. It’s not like we’ll get penalized either so it’s–”

Chu!

Kiibo’s brain short-circuited at the sensation of the other teen’s lips on his cheek.

Ouma hid behind his door, face now as red as a beet’s as he bid the albino a good night before shutting the door as silently as he could in his current giddy and embarrassed state.

…

…..

Rrriiiiing!

Kiibo absentmindedly took his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.

“Kiibo? Is something wrong? You’re taking a while–”

“I’m fine. I’ll…be there in a moment. Yes.” He ended the call before his father could respond.

Fifteen minutes later, Iidabashi had to personally come pick his son up from the Ouma residence when it didn’t seem like he’d be returning to the car any time soon.

#ndrv3 #kiibouma #kiibo #ouma kokichi #katastrofic writing #katastrofic reply #anon #winter kiibouma

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Kaitlyn x MC (AU). Its set at highschool where kaitlyn and MC meet for the first time.

All characters are mine other than kaitlyn.

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The New Girl. Part 2

Charlotte sat down to dinner with her mum and brother. Pushing the food around her plate, she was still thinking of what Laura had said earlier that day. She couldn't believe that Laura had taken that step. That on a trip to aspen, she met a college guy and they...

It wasn't surprising. Laura had always been the most flirtatious girl she knew and the most impulsive. Charlotte's mind though, couldn't let it go. Not the fact that it had been Laura that did it; it was more the subject of sex itself. It was difficult to avoid the subject at school. Kyle and sara weren't going to be much help with that considering the way they were going at eachother. Add that to the fact that most of the guys were constantly bragging and a lot of the girls weren't much better. Teenagers can seldom escape it being pushed at them, but it was something that never seemed interesting to Charlotte. In all the romantic movies she watched, sex scenes were amped up to be a huge deal, but with any of her past boyfriends, the urge to go any further than kissing was just never there.

After dinner, Charlotte went to her room to start on her creative writing assignment. She pulled some fresh pyjamas from the closet and walked over to draw her curtains. As she stood at the window, she noticed a man carrying a large box into the house directly across the street. Without a second thought she closed the drapes and got changed. Writing felt like second nature to her as she burned through her homework, trying desperately to wipe the thoughts of Laura's vacation escapades from her mind.

Once she had finished, Charlotte called Connor upstairs so they could watch a movie together before his bed time. Within minutes, they had fallen asleep together on her bed with the movie still playing.

Arriving at school the next day, Charlotte noticed the twins looking uneasy. Rushing over to them with concern, Charlotte asked.

"What happened?"

"Oh god, it's terrible!" Justin began.

"Just awful!" Kevin carried on.

"Guys, focus. What's happened?"

"Actually, we don't know. Laura is on the war path and either, no one knows how to calm her down. Or they're too scared to."

"Urg. Fine, where is she?"

"Follow the trail of terrified freshmen and you'll find her." Kevin laughed.

Charlotte ran up the school steps and through the doors. The twins weren't wrong, it looked as though Laura had snapped at every one of the students in the hall. As she jogged down the hallway, she heard crying softly coming from the girls bathroom. Charlotte opened the door slowly and already in the mirror she could see Laura's bright blonde hair draped over her face.

"Lor... can I come in?" Charlotte asked softly. Without a word of reply, a hand gripped charlotte's wrist and pulled her through tell doorway. "OK. OWCH! What the hell Laura?!"

Laura didn't say a word. Instead she handed Charlotte her phone which had the social media account of someone called Joe Huckstep open on he screen. Charlotte scrolled down and it became quickly clear who this guy was. Several pictures of Laura in her underwear... and worse had been posted online and had already gained a large following. Charlotte locked the phone and threw her arms around Laura, holding her without saying a word.

"I don't... how could he?! My life is ruined! It's RUINED!" Laura screamed. Charlotte had no idea what to say. The humiliation must have been unbearable and the betrayal even worse. "I... I need to go. I've got to get home.." Laura mumbled frantically, pushing her hair away from her face and dabbing at the corners of her eyes. "I've got to..." She was cut off by charlotte's arms wrapping around her shoulders again. Her hand came up to hold the back of Laura's head to her shoulder as the last few tears spilled out.

"Go home babe. I'll explain that you had to leave. Maybe you can..." charlotte's voice was cut off as the door of the bathroom opened again. This time, in walked kaitlyn who stopped in shock as she saw Laura nuzzled against Charlotte's neck.

"Oh, sorry... I just wanted to..." before she could finish, Laura's eyes shot up to meet kaitlyn's, burning through her with white hot rage. "Um.. I'll just..." she said quietly as she pulled the door closed behind her.

Laura called her dad and was gone within minutes, leaving Charlotte to tell the school her friend had to leave and to call her parents to confirm.

Home room was a lot quieter without Laura there to mass attention from the other students. At this point you could hear kyle and sara's lips smacking as they shamelessly made out. The twins sat either side of Charlotte who was in a daze, thinking of what her best friend must be going through.

"So..."

"Spill it!" The twins probed.

"Sorry boys. Its not something I can talk about."

"Ohh sounds juicy." Justin smirked. "Is it to do with Mr college man. The one she's been bragging about?"

Charlotte felt herself blush but just as quickly shook it off. "Don't exhaust your brain cell Justin. I really can't say so don't try and guess."

"Wow. Catty!" Kevin laughed as they both moved back to their seats. Charlotte rested her head in her hands and tried to compose herself. She hadn't noticed the chair next to her being pulled out, or kaitlyn now sitting there looking over at her. She didn't look up until she heard the rustle of a piece of paper being placed on her desk. As she moved her hands away from her eyes, she noticed a sheet of notebook paper, folded up and twisted in to the shape of a small flower.

"What's this?" She asked, picking it up to get a better look.

"You kind of looked like you might need it. There's no decent flower stall in the school so it's the best I could do..." kaitlyn grinned sheepishly.

"Wow. That's... really sweet." Charlotte felt her face warming. Assuming it was just the embarrassment of being caught off guard, she ignored it. "...But, trust me. Its not me that's having a bad day."

"Is it your friend?" Kaitlyn asked timidly. "I saw you two.. kind of, having a moment earlier."

"Its... I dont know. People can be really cruel, you know."

"Oh I know. Before we moved here, I met plenty of those people back in Texas."

"But why? I don't get what someone else gets from hurting someone. Someone that they were supposed to be good to. Why would you hurt someone who's crazy about you?"

Kaitlyn flinched at what Charlotte had said. Her mind raced with all the possibilities of what she could mean. "I don't know. I guess these shitty people make us feel better by giving us a chance to appreciate the people who are good to us."

"That sounds like a really optimistic way of looking at life. And a little unrealistic." Charlotte grumbled.

"I guess. But it's better than 'bad things are going to happen and that's that.'"

"You're right..." Charlotte lifted the paper flower to her face and mockingly sniffed it. "...well, I appreciate the flower. And the good person who gave it to me."

Kaitlyn choked on her breath as she saw Charlotte smile at her. The way her eyes were glistening with pained tears and the color of her cheeks from burying her face. "Thanks. Its nice to be appreciated." She laughed.

School went on as usual for the rest of the day. Charlotte was glued to her phone, waiting for some kind of message from Laura, but there was none. As the last bell rang, Charlotte gathered her things and walked to the main doors of the school. As she sat on the steps waiting for her ride, she found herself looking for kaitlyn. Instead she noticed the twins coming toward her with kyle and sara in tow.

"Hey charlie" kyle said, as though it wasn't the first time he'd spoke to her since school started. "You remember sara right?"

"Yeah, we hung out a lot last term. Though it's weird to see her without you hanging from her face kyle." Charlotte grinned.

"Oh.. um" kyle rubbed the back of his neck while sara dissolved into a mean blush. "Yeah. We got together other the summer"

"I'm glad, you two were always flirting before. Congrats guys."

"Anyway!" The twins spoke up in unison. "We didn't just come over to tell you that kyle's tongue is glued to sara's." Justin added.

"Yeah. We're throwing a party this weekend and we need out favourite girl's presence there." Kevin said with a wicked grin. "And also we need to borrow some party essentials from you."

"There's always a catch." Charlotte sighed with a smile. "No problem. You can pick it up whenever, it's all in the garage."

"Excellent" Justin yelled. "Will Laura be coming?"

"You'd have to ask her. I can't say."

"Fine we will. But just so you know, I'm planning to find out the big secret, if it's the last thing I..." Justin stopped abruptly.

"Charlie?" Kaitlyn's voice carried from behind her.

"Oh hey! I was wondering if you'd be waiting too." Charlotte said gleefully.

"Oh don't mind us..." Kevin said mockingly.

"Sorry. Guys this is kaitlyn. Kaitlyn, this is..."

"I'm Justin." "And I'm kevin" the twins said respectively. "And the symbiote over there is 50% kyle, 50% sara."

"Nice to meet you. I think we're in the same science class right?" Kaitlyn spoke confidently.

"We are!" The twins both grinned. "Anyway Charlie, we'll be in touch, don't forget about the party. Kaitlyn, you should come too." The twins called back as they walked away. Kyle and sara both walked off hand in hand leaving the two girls alone.

"So, a party? At the start of school?" Kaitlyn mused.

"Yeah. The twins have their own way of doing things, but you get use to them." Charlotte laughed. "So are you waiting for your parents to pick you up?"

"My mum usually gets me but she's going to be late today." Kaitlyn sighed.

"I could ask my mum to drop you off. Just text your parents that they don't need to pick you up."

"Oh. No I couldn't ask that." Kaitlyn said as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

"I offered so you don't have to ask." Charlotte winked, sending a flurry of heat to kaitlyn's face.

"Umm, ok. Thank you."

As charlotte's mum pulled up to the school, she ran to the car to ask if kaitlyn could have a ride. With a smile, her mum agreed and Charlotte ushered kaitlyn in to the car.

"Hi. Who are you? Do you go to school with Charlie? Why do you have those rings in your ears? I've seen them on my cartoons. Are you a Renegade Rock Ranger?"

"Connor!" Charlotte stopped him. "Enough questions. This is kaitlyn, she's a new friend and if she were a Rock Ranger, she wouldn't be allowed to tell you. Remember?"

"Oh... Yeah. I guess so." He said with defeat in his voice.

"Playing songs and righting wrongs. Saving the world all night long. All who threaten people's joys, beware our music. Rock Rangers noise." Kaitlyn recited the Rock Rangers oath in a hushed tone to Connor, making him bounce with excitement. "Keep my secret, or they'll kick me out of the Rangers, ok?" Connor nodded his head and wiped the expression from his face as he tried to hold in her 'secret'.

"Where abouts do you live kaitlyn?" Charlotte's mum asked from the drivers seat.

"Reynolds street. The house with the blue door." She said softly.

"Oh.. well that's handy." She replied. "Charlie, you could have said she lived so close."

"I honestly didn't know." Charlotte laughed.

As the car pulled up to kaitlyn's house, she quickly let herself out. Kaitlyn ruffled Connor's hair and brought a shushing finger to her lips as a reminder of his promise. Connor nodded silently, zipping his lips.

"So, I'll see you in home room?" Kaitlyn asked shyly.

"Or before." Charlotte smiled as she tapped the back of her mums seat, signalling for her to go. Kaitlyn looked on in confusion as the car pulled in to the driveway directly across the street from her but relented with a laugh. As Charlotte walked to her front door, she looked over her shoulder to see kaitlyn still watching her with a smile. Charlotte hurried inside, trying to escape anyone seeing the blush that was written all over her face.

#the junior #the sophmore #the sophomore #the freshman #mc x kaitlyn #kaitlyn x mc #kaitlyn liao #kaitlyn #au #playchoices #pixelberry #choices

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Teenage Boys

MOVIE NANNY MCPHEE AGE UP

COUPLE SIMON X READER

RATING SMUT AF

WARNINGS: MILDLY RAPEY / PUSHY SO BE CAREFUL + LOTS IF SWEARING

I stood humming my little tune as I carried my laundry basket up the stairs to the room of the brown children. I began slowly stripping off the bedding from each bed throwing the dirty bedding in my little basket And heading to the next bed in the large room. I thought little off the work I was doing as I had been cleaning up behind the brown family for as long as I can remember as my mother had always brought me with her to help while she cleaned until she passed away and I took over full responsibility of being the family maid. I of course was a little more careful with jobs like changing the beds as time went on as of course the boys all got much older, and I especially has to keep my eye out for-

"Ummmm....Hello darling?" I heard and I jumped out of my skin as I looked down and saw a head poking out from under the bed I was bent over changing

I sqeauled in shock falling back onto the next bed as that familiar mop of blonde hair sat up on his knees having climbed out from under his bed

"Simon!" I complain

"Aww what's the matter?" He smirked resting his arm on my knee and smiling at me "I was only having a little peak darling" he winked

"A peak at what?" I argue

"I was just having a little look under your dress" he smirked "you should wear light blue more often"

I was puzzled a moment as my dress was white and brown but then I remembered my undergarments where light blue I gasped and pushed him away instantly running down to mr brown to tell on Simon, and if course Simon was called into the study and his father made him apologize to me

"I'm sorry miss y/n for laying under my bed and peaking up for skirt" he sighed

"And?" His father asked

"And I won't do it again" he sighed

"Go on" his father told him so he sighed and left the room "I'm sorry miss y/n, but... Boys will be boys you know" he smiled

"This is the third time this month I've caught Simon peaking under my dress" I remind

"He's just... Curious" he says "he's just a being a little naughty teenage boy, its one of those things, every boy gets a year or so where he gets a little grabby towards a pretty lady is only natural, but I see your complains I assure you I will be having a very strong word with him after dinner today" he explained so I nodded and returned to work.

I stood on the farm caring for a few of the animals we had here trying to ignore the blonde annoyance stood on the fence watching me he had been since I got out here hours ago

"What do you want?" I finally spoke up

"Just looking" he shrugs "you look very beautiful today" he smiled

"Thank you Simon" I sighed continuing my work I heard him jump the fence but tried to focus on my work

"I really mean it y/n, you look beautiful" he smiled pulling my chin up gently so I looked at him

"That's very sweet of you Simon" I smiled before returning to my work, he followed me around like a lost puppy a while till I was inside one of the little buildings gathering eggs from the chickens

"I rather like that dress" he smiled

"Thank you" I nodded concentrating on my work

"I think I could improve it though" he smirked

"Ohh how?" I sighed

"I think you'd look better if you... Tugged the skirt up a little" he smirked and I felt his hand pulling up my skirt but I pushed him away

"Simon!" I yelled in shock

"Or even better how about we just take it off completely" he smirked grabbing the skirt or my dress bad lifting it so he could peak at me under it

"Simon Brown!" I yelled pushing his hands away going to run off to tell his father but he grabbed my arms pushing me against the wooden wall of the little building he bit his lip as he looked at me before he began kissing down my neck his hands all over me even if I tried to fight them off "Simon stop it!" I argue

"Never, how am I meant to control myself with you walking around all day, ummm I want you, so bad darling" he groans

"Simon stop else I'm telling your father!"

"Ummm tell him what the hell do I care, so long as I get my little darling" he smirked grabbing my breasts but I slapped him and ran back to the house.

I hummed my little tune as I stood in front of the house the brown family beside me as we all had to stand in front of the house to welcome lady adalade stitch, unfortunately by some consistence I was stood beside Simon as he stood with a little smirk on his lips his hands behind his back, but I tried to ignore him as the carriage arrived and she began to greet everyone as she got closer I felt something, a hand on my arse I instantly knew it was Simon and I glared at him, he simply ignored me and groped me gently unfortunately I couldn't make a fuss or push him away as she would no doubt notice she nodded to me and moved on talking to cook about tea preparations for a moment I went to move his hand away trying not to be noticed but he tighten his grip and moved a little closer

"You feel so good" he whispered "ummm I wanna fuck you so bad darling" he growled in my ear his hand moving I was unsure what but I noticed he was moving the fabric of my dress so his hand could slip under

"Simon get off me" I whispered back

"Never, now how about I play with something much more fun then your butt?" He smirked pinching my bottom which made me jump and almost sqeual "Humm quiet darling" he reminds as last stitch was only meters from us I felt his hand sooth where he had pinched before his hand moved between my legs and at that moment lady stitch stepped inside the house so I forced his hands away as quick as I could almost breaking his wrist and running inside trying to get away from him.

I sighed as I woke up and began to get ready to begin my day scrubbing my hands and feet as well as putting up my hair but no matter where I looked I couldn't find my undergarments, I looked everywhere for as long as I could before I had to finish and do the rest of my dress and get to work. The whole time it was bothering me feeling the fabric of my skirt against my bare legs and butt, I kept trying to find them as I did my work and as I was sweeping the children's bedroom it clicked in my head.

That dirty rotten perverted boy!

I headed to the area his bed and and began fanticly searching thought his draws and under his bed

"Hello darling? Looking for something?" I heard him smirk as he returned from breakfast with his family the others all off to do other things in the house and garden

"You know exactly what I'm looking for" I said crossing my arms as I looked at him stood there in his tight brown pants, his white shirt that was more dirt then shirt, and his blue waistcoat undone as usual, his mop of blonde hair out of place as always as he smirked at me his hands in his pocket

"Honestly I don't miss y/n, whatever are you looking for?" He asked me

"You know what now what have you done with them you little pervert!" I argue

"You'll never get it out of me" he smirked coming closer to me

"So you did take them?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't" he smirked grabbing my waist and pulling me tightly against him "ummm... I never realized how thin your dress was darling" he smirked "uuummm you feel so good" he growled "almost as good as last night" he whispered

"What!" I yelled

"Well... If I'm already sneaking in your room to steal your undergarments I might as well have a little snuggle in your cosy little bed with you" he smirked

"You bastard!" I complained trying to get away but he simply tightened his grip

"Don't worry darling I didn't do anything, just a little cuddle above the covers" he smirked

"Tell me where they are?"

"Never, there mine now darling and I'm going to have lots of fun with them" he growled pulling me even tighter against him pulling me to my breasts squished against his chest

"Tell me else I'm telling your father" I agree trying to move away

"And tell him what? That our maid has lots her undergarments, not really much to worry about is it, you have no proof it was me, it could have been anyone? They could simply be lost?" He smirked

"Tell me!" I order

"I will, when you let me..." he smirked

"Let you What!"

"I'll tell you where they are, when you let me..." He smirked his hand moving to stroke my butt and the back of my thigh forcing my leg Around his waist instantly I felt what had been pressing against me the whole time that I had tried to ignore "when you let me have sex with you?" He growled

"Never!" I yelled pushing him away so he landed on his bed but he instantly smirked more getting up again and grabbing me harder

"Let me else I'm never ever giving them back" he warned

"I'd rather die"

"You'll come around darling, until then enjoy being undergarmentless" he smirked before he left.

In my time cleaning and tidying I had searched this house from top to bottom and I couldn't find undergarments, I knew Simon had taken them but I had no clue where he had hidden them they had been missing a week now and I was being to plan for getting some new ones as they couldn't be found, plus the longer it went on honestly the less I wanted them back god only knows the sick perverted things he was doing to them whenever he had them.

And as I walked in from getting some bedsheets of the line I caught a glimpse of the old treehouse the children used plaid in when they where younger I remember spending time in there with Simon and his siblings when I was little too as we used to hide up there from lady stitch and eat cookies, I knew the others never ever went in there anymore but something told me it was somewhere to look.

I continued with my day until it was about time to head up to bed, but before I did I went out into the setting sun over to the old treehouse, carefully climbing the little steps until I pushed open the door gently and silently as I did I could hear noises "uuummm.... Uhhh. Uhh. Uuuummmm, darling" I heard unmistakably Simon groaning clearly in desperation I looked and saw him sat in the treehouse his hand holding his hard cock the other holding my undergarments as he was clearly using the soft cotton to help pleasure himself "uummmm ummmmm I wanna be inside you so bad darling, uhh!! I wanna fuck you so bad, uuuuhh uuuhh!! I wanna fuck your beautiful body so hard, I wanna cum inside your beautiful body, uhhh make you have my baby" he groans clearly very very close but I opened the door completely and he jumped in shock seeing me there before I had time to think it even react I felt the little splashes of something wet hitting me his face read of panic and pleasure as his cocks head jerked in desperation sending his seed all over me, I could feel the warm wet stuff on my skin and on my dress I wanted to scream but I was so horrified and panicked I couldn't react

"SIMON!!!" I screamed

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry y/n" he gasped trying to get his breath back from his orgasum

"You where hiding my undergarments" I argued

"I was... Uhhh please don't make me give them back, please I need them"

"For what!" I complained

"I need them, there so soft, so beautiful, just to think they've touched you...ummmm they make me feel so good" he groans "please let me keep them, I won't steal anymore I promise" he begs

"Fine" I sighed I didn't really want them back anyway not after seeing the many satins on on them from his seed

"Thank you so much darling" he smiled doing his pants up and cleaning me up where he could "y/n... Please, could you kiss me?"

"Why would I kiss you? You perv!"

"Please, just this once, kiss me, and I promise I won't bother you ever again... Just kiss me" he begs I sighed and moved forward kissing his sweet soft lips he kissed back instantly pulling me closer to him till I pulled back

"There now leave me alone" I told him heading up to bed.

I stood in the little farm buildings putting more hay in for the animals as it was going to be a cold night tonight humming my little tune I hadn't got around to making myself some New undegraments yet but as Simon wasn't bothering me anymore it wasn't as important I heard someone heading towards this building but I thought little off it and continued my work till I felt hands on my hips familiar hands as I bent over sorting the hay

"Simon... I thought we agreed you'd leave me alone" I sighed

"I lied" he growled "ummm you look so good bent over for me... But I know how to make you look better" he smirked and before I could say anything he flipped the skirt of my dress up holding my back so I couldn't move up revealing everything under my dress to him, my bare legs, butt and my pussy as I was bent over for him "uumm oh God yes!! You look so beautiful darling, uhhh uhhh fuck look at you," he groans his hands groping and even slapping my arse running his hands all over my exposed body till he pulled my dress down and pushed me into the hay on my back

"Simon what on earth are you doing!' I asked in shock

"Umm what I should have done a long time ago darling" he growled pulling my legs around him as he undid his belt he smirked more pulling the top of my dress down to exposed my tits "fuck they look amazing" he groans before I felt his cock desperately feeling to push inside me I wanted to fight but I knew I didn't really want to stop him he quickly slipped inside of me and he bit his lip hard trying to remain composed "fuck!! Darling your so tight" he groans "Uuuhh you feel so good" he moans almost screaming as he began his hips thrusting deep inside me one hand on my hips often his fingers groping my arse his other hand on my neck often to pull me to kiss him or to feel up my tits he forced me to keep my hands above my head the tickly hay against my skin as he thrusted hard and fast inside me "uuuhhh!! Fuck! I'm so close, uuummm I'm gonna keep going" he groaned in my ear kissing all over me "I'm gonna fuck your pussy till your raw for me darling, ughhh!! Then you know what I'm gonna do?" He smirked I shook my head as I couldn't focus on anything but his movement inside me "I'm going to cum, deep inside your beautiful pussy So everyone knows your mine" he growled

"Uhhh Simon!" I squealed as I rocketed into a state I had never felt before my insides felt like an explosion of amazing pleasure and he smirked more at me

"Uhhh!! I'm gonna do this every night! Until you have my baby! Uhhhhhh!! I'm gonna fuck you till I get you pregnant you beautiful girl" he screams "Uuuhhh!!! Fuck!! Darling!! Uhhh uhhh y/n" he screamed holding me tightly as his hips moved erratically abd I felt him finish inside me.

We both gasped for breath as we liad in the hay getting our heads clear

"You where amazing" he said

"Not so bad yourself" I giggled as he pulled out but rested himself on my stomach "did you mean it?" I asked

"Did I mean what?" I asked

"That you wanna get me pregnant?" I laughed

"Of course I mean it, I mean if you'll let me... I want you to be the mother of my child, and I don't want to wait." He says

"That's sweet Simon, but we only just teenagers, besides I'm your maid" I giggled

"Well then... Y/n? Will you marry me?" He asked

"Aww Simon" I smiled pulling him to gently kiss me "of course I will"

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Chapter 5: Selling

Summery: She skipped her session for a break, while he skipped his for a breather.

Bucky x Blind Reader

“Are you sure...?” Mothers voice was out of tune, she was hesitant, out of the blue I suggested she lets me find a hobby and work the second she came to pick me up from my meeting.

“Without a doubt,” I stringed my confidence in a wave. She would surly let me do this, plus it’s an extra paycheck in the house.

“Why after four years-“

“Because the support group made me realize that my blindness isn’t my handicap.” I know lying was bad, and it was slowly eating at my insides making my guts wrench and my blood feel dirty. “A guy, Henry, he recently got a job and I thought if he could, why couldn’t I?” My smile must have been convincing, because she let the subject drop, but her uneven breathing made me think otherwise.

And it took us to get in the living room of our home for her to spread the news like mornings butter over toast. Her voice was... cheery, I didn’t know if I should hate her or love her? Hate her, for she’s favorable over the fact I’ve accepted my blindness, or love her for letting me prove my mystery man wrong.

With that pleasant note, brother and father were asking many questions, like what exactly was I interested in? It’s not like we see many blind people working on a daily basis. Non the less, I suggested an art group, maybe even reading a book for kids, I could memorize the words by heart the night before and read the kids while flipping the page. I loved both, and honestly going to the library on Friday early and having to stay longer was pretty much my cup of coffee.

Plus they pay, not that much, but it’s decent. Brother was excited, he suggested taking me this Monday to the library to get that under control. Father, he was mostly quite, but the atmosphere around him was, light, and beautiful. I didn’t understand what I was missing until today, because today was- and I could almost say maybe- as great when I first met my mystery man.

“We’ll get everything done before this Friday so right after the support group you could stay at the library and read the kids a book, hopefully that wouldn’t tire you out,” Brother spoke, “I’ll come from work early to pick you up and see you on your first day-“

“No, that won’t be necessary-“

And that metal bucket of ice...? Yah, down my spine in mere seconds.

“Brother really- I feel shy enough as it is.” He laughed, and father joined, and mothers silent but humorous chuckles filled the void.

“Ohh, remember when we said that to dad when he wanted to take us down to our class in fifth grade?” Brother remembered, fathers boisterous chuckle turned into a cough, and yet, everything about this Friday afternoon was, absolutely perfect.

And Saturday came, Brother was called in for work later in the day, saying something about last minute ‘charity case’. The division had sent the wrong files down and the whole system was pushed back a few days. So brother, who he let slip, is one of the big guns with Tony Stark.

“Why did he call you and not his receptionist?”

He didn’t answer me, instead he just grumbled about how I ask to much questions for my own good. That sparked a literal light in my heart. I had forgotten about my mystery man because of this whole me getting a job thing. Oh man, I really wish I can get a job before Friday, I want my mystery man to be proud.

Brother had asked around his work about a art section that is hiring, someone called Maria, she had suggested a nice art group halfway around town that pay for people to help around, I think he said they paint and need inspiration.

Whatever the heck that means, if I could get past the groups leader then that means they would paint ‘me’ for money. Cash, because they don’t know exactly for how long they would want to keep drawing me. Apparently they don’t stay long enough with one human body to have a good paying system. Or a stable one that is. Non the less, he was a bit skeptical, saying that they could put me in weird places and whatever. But I brushed it off and begged him to let me explore.

So he agreed, albeit a bit annoyed. He says something over the lines of ‘who exactly have you been hanging around with,’ followed quietly by ‘your tong has gotten long.’ Whatever. I like to think my mystery man is a good influence to me.

Mother and father were the ones I need to convince, so I begged and begged and practically sat on my knees stringing facts as to why Brother should leave that small tidbit about my body for art.

Monday came and instead of shooting for the library, I was heading to the meeting across town to see the art group.

Mother and father were practically gushing over the idea of me helping kids draw... oh boy, brother and I sent the wrong message but whatever.

“How confident with your body are you-“

“She’s not standing nude, buddy.”

“That pays less, but I mean, how flexible are you?” The man sat across us asked, his keyboard clicking, and pen smudging stuff around his paper. “We’ll be drawing you for our portfolios ma’am, some of the guys and girls here are sending their applications to prestigious Ivy schools.” He commented, his pen making a clicking sound as if he’s very nervous. “We can’t have you back down on us all when one guy or girl asks you to do a pose and your uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine,”

“Some of the students might want a one on one schedule- that pays double the amount and in most cases, students would pay anything to have a mural for only them to draw, makes their chances of applying more competitive.” The guys explained. I was head over heels, and holding onto brothers hand was my way of telling him to just accept.

We came out that afternoon smiling and chatting, my work starts early tomorrow. So brother had to drop me off before speeding back to Starks empire.

We came home around one or two and the house was empty, mother and father were at work and just as brother dropped me off he was called into work, he suggested taking me with him, that it wouldn’t take that long, but I didn’t want to see my mystery man and scare him off.

I didn’t know if I should or shouldn’t.

Should I call him and tell him, or should I just wait until Friday for the good news.

It’s not like it’s late or anything, plus everyone won’t be back until the sun would set. While debating with my self I had already grabbed my phone and held the home button waiting for Siri.

And I asked her. And she called. And I waited. And three rings after he picked up.

“Hello?” His gruff voice was surprised. I think he gave me his personal phone and not work phone. Non the less, I was scared to talk to him. “Hello?” He repeated a bit angry this time, other voices were on the other end, but I pushed through.

“Hi,”

It was literally silent for about a minute. Mystery man was probably moving aside because shuffling could be heard from a distance, as well as people shouting around orders.

“I’m sorry, are you busy?” I asked, suddenly breaking the silence.

“Yes,” his sudden reply threw me off. I knew I shouldn’t have called. Damn him. “Are you not coming Friday?” He questioned. Already anticipating why I called.

Oh god, I would hate to correct him- “Actually, it’s something else, but it can wait-“

“It can’t wait anymore, because I went outside.” Oh god, please, please don’t make him get angry with me for harassing his phone number.

“I just wanted to tell you I got a job. I start tomorrow!” I exclaimed.

He sighed. I know that sigh, mother always sports it when I say or do something wrong. So that gesture is always linked with a bad feeling, a very bad felling of a lecture coming on.

“What’s your job?” His tone was... light? Damn, I’m blind not deaf. So why does it feel like I’m both at this second?

“I’m a pice for art-“

“Your selling your body?” His reply cut me off, if his tone of voice was light a second ago it’s normal edginess is back hard core. “Those students would rip your body for all its flaws-“

“I don’t have flaws-“

“Your hairline is very uneven, you have freckles dotting your cheeks, your nostrils are not the same size, and your eyebrows are crooked.” He shamelessly stated. “You have flaws just like me, but to those students your practically ugly-“

“I’m not ugly-“

“I know your not, but to them you are-“ He was shouting now, basically hollering in the receiver. “Some of the kids there would sell your body to a third party, imagine your face sitting in the living room of some dude-“

“Why are you angry?” I didn’t mean to say it, and I most defiantly didn’t mean for my voice to crack or hiccup while on the phone with him.

“Your fucking useless, instead of finding a good job you degrade your body by selling it-“

“I don’t want to talk to you-“ I interrupt, he had broken my spirit by a mere second. I was over cloud nine just yesterday. I couldn’t even sleep, because I was very excited. And now I feel like I want to puke out everything and anything.

“Of course you don’t because you don’t want to hear the truth. Go sell your fucking body, why not just try out for a stripper on your way down, I can assure you they pay good for a hoe.”

“I’m not a hoe!” I shout ending the call.

First day on my job... damn.

Mother woke up early, making Brother and I breakfast, I was told by Jimmy, the art group leader, to not eat a lot so I won’t be bloated. So I just ate a little here and there, while brother practically scarfed down everything.

His excuse...? “Tony won’t let anyone out of his sight, and was practically eating Steve and his buddy Bucky alive for ruing a mission.” He said everyone is very tense and angry around the compound. Brother said that Tony even gave him a talk about coming in a second late to work. So he’s dropping me off very early.

So, we drove and he dropped me off. I met the students there and they were very pleased that I made it this early, so they begun their suggestions. I was standing in the middle of everyone, for hours on end. Until lunch came rolling around and everyone scattered off.

“You have nice freckles.” His voice was distant. Yet there. And he sounded small, very authoritative.

“Thank you,”

“Would you mind if I drew you in private?” The man asked, his voice was like jade, “Nothing personal just your face, no makeup. I want to put it in my office.” He explained, “I just like the way you look.” He answered truthfully.

I nodded, and asked for the specific times, he wanted it to be tomorrow around noon, “I’ll see you there,” He whispered.

“I’ll see you too Steve.”

I went home that day with cash in my hand. The guy said something about five hundred. But I didn’t care, I wanted to prove my mystery man wrong.

Wednesday. I called brother while he was at work to come pick me up and drop me off at the center. His call was rushed but he tried to act as if he was listening to me.

Brother pulled through. He did. I asked if his boss was angry but brother said that he still hasn’t taken his lunch break and this would count as his today.

I apologized yah, and begged him to get something decent in his stomach. He said of course.

I was dropped off early, and I walked in with the help of my old click clank metal rod.

Steve was a gem. And absolute diamond in the world. He begged me to wear my old glasses even if I was blind. I wish I could see his face, his smile must have rivaled the sun. Because he was so giddy I came in without an once of make up on.

“This won’t take long I promise.”

And yet it did.

At some point Steve asked me if I was enjoying myself. And I blushed. Just waving him off, having him hum a song had me cracking a smile every now and then. But he would quickly stop so I won’t change my face.

He was very specific about my stance. He wanted my face neutral. He said I had a nice face and, he wanted me to look in the distance. Just be natural.

He quickly took that back with an apology saying that he didn’t mean to offend me, but he just meant that don’t do any facial expressions. And I didn’t.

I forgot how I looked, but I begged him to get me a copy of that so I can I have it hung over my dresser.

He must be good at something considering he’s taken up almost half my day. And suggesting that I sit right next to him with my knees practically glued to his. I would even feel his breath fan my face a few times, the guy really wants details.

Not that it bothered me, he would ask questions and I would answer. And I would ask questions and he would answer. Oh god, if only my mystery man would open up to me. If only he would just be a bit nice.

Right away, that damped my expression, I knew I had a fat off look with my mouth creasing and brows breaking into a thread. I haven’t talked to him since he called me a hoe- the worst part is that he didn’t even text or call or tried to do anything. I wonder if he’s even coming on Friday.

“Hey-“ Steve called. I snapped out of it and tried to return to being neutral. But he chuckled softly. Placing his warm wet fingers over my thigh. (Probably paint) “I want to continue this Tomorrow- is that fine?”

I wanted to apologize, because I thought it was because of me- that I didn’t hold my stance the way he wanted me to. But he was quick to catch on and hurriedly explained that- while I looked great, he saw it was metal challenging. Plus work called him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Thursday- dammit! I forgot!

I completely forgot today was a Thursday!

I came back from Steve very tired. I went to sleep right away and woke up for dinner. Mother and father were singing jolly tunes around the house and Brother was impressed with the amount of cash I brought in just two days.

“Are you going to tell Henry about your job?”

For a second there I was confused as hell- who the fuck is Henry!

“-your support group sweetheart-“ she further explained. And I almost chocked on my food.

“Maybe,” I answered. How could I have forgotten...?

Steve... damn Steve. That man might just be the death of her, he was quite the distraction today. And he was quite good at it too.

“You should sweetheart, so the others can be inspired just like you were!”

Brother and father agreed. And their chatters continued around the table, while I was praying to god my mystery man would come, and have some sense knocked into him for saying what he said.

Tomorrow...

A/N:

Omg it’s been years you guys! I’m in collage and I love myself! Collage is so fun and I’m excited and classes are a blast! You guys! I love collage! (Lol wish me luck tho) next chapter coming soon :$ also credit goes to the owner for that art. But that’s how I imagine Steve drawing the reader.

I’ll tag people soon and edit my draft. I just wanted to put something up.

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