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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Heated Sessions

Square/s filled: Personal Trainer AU @anyfandomfluffbingo / Praise kink @anyfandomkinkbingo

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,781

Summary: Y/N takes up boxing, but gets more out of the sessions than she thought she would once she meets her trainer.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, praise kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: Sebastian posted an Insta story for The 355 of him boxing and then the gif crossed my dash and this fic was born. So, happy reading and enjoy! Beta’d by my lovely @downanddirtydean.

Y/N walked in through the automatic doors, her heels clacking against the linoleum tiles of the reception area of the fitness center. Checking her watch, she sighed in relief as she saw that she was ten minutes early, giving her enough time to get changed from her work clothes into her gym outfit. It was her first session of boxing and while she didn’t mind working out, she was nervous to be taking something like this on. It was a lot more demanding, both physically and mentally, but she needed a change from her usual workout routine.

She knew her trainer was James, but she was yet to see him as he was a new employee of the gym, having started a few weeks ago. She found an empty locker and changed quickly, folding her skirt and shirt into her gym bag, placing her heels in the side pocket. She fixed the straps of her black sports bra, adjusted her tight, pink tank top and black leggings before she snapped the locker shut.

Checking the time again as she walked out to the training area, she leaned against the wall and observed all the gym junkies, those people that came regularly but didn’t work out like their lives depended on it, and those that were just there to scope out their next hook-up. Looking up at the clock to see it was about to hit 6:30pm, she glimpsed someone walking towards her from the corner of her eye.

“Y/N?”

She turned once she heard her name, feeling as if the temperature in the room had risen several degrees once she looked towards her new personal trainer. With short brown hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen, he stood in front of her in a white t-shirt and black shorts, completely catching her off-guard with how damn good-looking he turned out to be.

“Yeah,” she squeaked out, clearing her throat and covering it up with a cough.

“Hi, I’m James,” he introduced himself, his pearly-white smile distracting her. “But everyone calls me Bucky.”

He had his hand held out for her to shake, which she of course hadn’t realized because of how lost she was in his features. She could tell that even under the thin layer of his shirt, he was incredibly well built. She was officially doomed. Jolting out of her reverie, she shook his head, offering him a small smile.

“Alright, ready to get started?” he asked, gesturing for her to follow him. “It’s the first session, so I’m gonna go easy on ya… but uh, that’s not going to happen from next week.”

“I wouldn’t expect it to,” she mumbled, chuckling nervously.

“Okay, first quick lesson,” he said as he turned to her, two long strips of cloth in his hands. He held his palms out, silently asking for hers, clasping them once she placed them in his. “I’m going to teach you how to wrap your hands, ‘cause the last thing we need is loose wrists. Right?”

“Right,” she muttered, watching his big, rough looking hands handle her small ones surprisingly delicately. She was in a trance as her eyes gazed over his thick fingers, admiring the veins and firm lines all the way up to his forearms, disappearing under the sleeve of his t-shirt.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, tapping his fists into each palm before he held them up, widening his stance. “A couple of taps, let’s see what we’re working with.”

The first session went well, as Bucky guided her through all the different ways to punch and gave her some tips to work on her stance, making sure her hips were loose and moved with each hit. She was doing well with his instructions up until the time his hands landed on her waist, slowly making her pivot to show her the right movement of her hips. She pressed her lips together as he talked, trying not to think about the heat of his skin against hers. She was glad when she glanced up at the clock and saw it was 7:15pm, as the 45-minute session finally came to an end.

“Good job today,” he applauded, unwrapping his hand as he smiled at her. “Same time next week still good?”

She was about to agree, but for whatever stupid reason that she would analyze later, she raised her eyebrows and asked him the question that entered her mind. “Actually… maybe we could make it twice a week?”

“Sure you can handle it?” he asked in return, lifting an eyebrow. “Like I said… I’m not gonna go easy from here on out.”

She felt a heat radiate through her body as he looked at her intently, a cheeky smile on her face as she faced him. “I can handle whatever you’re going to do with me.”

He smirked, clearing his throat as he looked away. “Okay,” he replied, simply. “Just talk to Kate at the front desk and see what days work for you. I do Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.”

She nodded, waving at him as he left and walked towards the men’s locker room. She had no idea where the confidence to say what she had said had come from, but she certainly wasn’t complaining about the way he responded, the way his eyes lit up with a familiar look of arousal.

It wasn’t the smartest idea, being attracted to her trainer, but it wasn’t like anything was going to happen.

-x-

Y/N was right when she said that nothing would come from being attracted to her personal trainer, but that didn’t mean the following sessions weren’t as equally charged as the first. The levels of arousal hadn’t dissipated by the second, or third, fourth, fifth or even sixth session. By the 10th, she was convinced that she was going to die by how incredibly frustrated she would get after 45 minutes, twice a week with Bucky. She may have been getting better at her technique, but that didn’t mean she was getting any better at pushing down her attraction. For the most part, she would be fine during the classes, until he would stop to fix something about her stance, and either touch her hips or her shoulders. With every trace of his fingers over her skin, her thighs would clench as the arousal grew between her legs.

Suffice to say, she was officially horny and there was just no way anything would fix that, no matter how many late-night sessions she had with her vibrator.

She needed Bucky to truly satisfy her needs, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen.

Her 12th session that would’ve happened on Thursday night as usual was changed to Friday, as the guy who had an 8:15pm appointment with Bucky had to swap with her. She wasn’t looking forward to her and her incredibly sexy trainer being some of the only people left in the gym before it closed at 9, but she didn’t exactly want to cancel either. When she arrived, she saw him sparring with a fellow trainer, taking the time to watch his moves. He was precise, never missing a hit or faltering, which only made him hotter.

Bucky started Y/N’s session off at the punching bag, instructing her through jabs and crosses, constantly giving her words of encouragement and making her feel good about how well she was doing. Halfway through, he led her away from the bags to the middle of the room. As he walked, he yanked the bottom of his shirt up, removing it as it was soaked with his sweat from his own workout before she had gotten there. When he turned to her, Y/N felt her words get stuck in her throat, her eyes scanning over his six-pack, biceps and thick shoulders.

“Okay, let’s switch it up,” he stated, smiling at her as if he wasn’t causing her brain to short circuit. “Crosses then hooks.”

He held up his padded hands, taking each of her punches and giving her an enthusiastic “good” or “amazing” or “great job”. She didn’t know how she was able to concentrate with him shirtless in front of her and looking like an Adonis, while she most likely looked like a sweating mess. He continued to talk her through her boxing, until he finally called it a few minutes early. They were the only ones left in the building, and the key card was usually left at the front for the last trainer to use to leave. Y/N panted heavily as removed the gloves, picked up her water bottle and took several gulps before she turned to him, wiping her forehead and neck with her towel.

“You were great today,” he complimented, a gentle smile on his face as he faced her.

“Thanks,” she breathed, beaming. She bit her lip as she shook her head, glancing away from him. “I… I feel great. Different, somehow. Good different.”

He nodded, understanding her completely. “I get it.”

“I’m-I’m sorry, I… I should go,” she stuttered, picking up her bottle as she swung her towel over her shoulder. “Thanks for tonight, have a great weekend.”

Bucky watched her turn and knew he couldn’t let her leave. He could tell from the way he had caught her looking at him that she felt something for him, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel attracted to her, either. She was stunning as she navigated this new form of exercise, and she was right… she did look powerful, which only made her that much more desirable to him.

“Hey, wait,” he called out to her, walking up to her as she turned around. “Let me help with those.”

He took her right hand in his, his blue eyes scanning her features before he looked down, slowly unwrapping the cloth around her dainty fingers and palms. The rough pads of his digits moved over her smooth skin, causing her breathing to pick up, the muscles in her stomach tightening as the sensation from his touch heightened her arousal. He repeated the action with her left hand, her mind fogging over as every sexual fantasy she had of him in the past several weeks resurfaced. He looked deep into her eyes as he refused to pull his touch away from hers, their gaze locked and unwavering.

“I…” she started, but stopped herself, unable to think straight.

“Shall we… take this somewhere more private?” he asked, knowing there were cameras in the main area of the gym. Luckily, there were none in the locker room.

She nodded and that was the only confirmation he needed. They walked through the gym, the sensor lights shutting as they left. They walked down the hall to the women’s lockers, her breathing erratic as she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. She stood in the middle of the room, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his hand skim across her shoulder blades. Her breath hitched as she felt him move closer, his bare chest pressed against her back, his lips close to her ear.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he muttered, pressing his mouth to the shell of her ear. “No idea what you do to me…”

Revelling in her newfound boldness, Y/N let her hand drop to the waistband of his black shorts, slipping down to the crotch and teasing him through the fabric. She sighed as she smiled, feeling him twitch against her touch.

“I think I do,” she whispered, continuing to arouse him.

Bucky’s hands slid down to her waist, pulling her close and letting the curve of her ass rest against his pelvis, his fingers dancing across the top of her leggings. He pushed up the hem of her maroon tank top, the pads of his fingers pressing against her skin.

“Fuck,” she choked out, trembling at his touch. “Your hands…”

“You like the way I touch you, don’t you?” His low voice rumbled in her ear, causing her to shiver against him.

“Yes,” she replied, breathing heavily.

“Tell me where you want my hands, doll,” he instructed, lightly kissing her behind her ear.

“I-I want…” she couldn’t speak, unable to comprehend anything other than his lips kissing down her neck.

“Show me,” he whispered, nipping at her sweet spot.

She moaned softly as her hand fumbled down to her waist and grabbed his, using the confidence she had gained because of him and bringing his hand down between her thighs. He smirked against her neck, his fingers slowly rubbing over her covered mound, building the pleasurable sensation within her.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” he asked, his voice deep and husky against her skin.

“M-More,” she stammered, turning her head and looking up at him through hooded lids.

“Where do you want to cum, baby? On my fingers… or my tongue… or my cock…” His hands tugged her leggings down to her knees along with her underwear, his fingers finding their way to the apex of her thighs once more. “Or fuck, maybe we just don’t stop until I’ve made you cum all three ways.”

“Oh god,” she whimpered, throwing her head back against his shoulder.

Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips to Y/N’s in a passionate kiss, the heat between them instantly growing as he ran his fingers through her folds, feeling how wet she was. He moved them up to her clit, spreading her arousal around the swollen nub as he rubbed it in tight circles. She pulled away from his lips, a whimpering breath falling from her mouth as he kissed down her neck and shoulders, licking over her sweat slicked skin.

“Fuck, so good,” she moaned, holding onto the arm around her waist for support, her legs wobbly from the workout and from the pleasure coursing through her.

“So wet, love the way you respond to me,” he groaned against her lips. “So perfect.”

She moaned at the way he spoke to her as his fingers picked up speed, alternating between running against her folds and circling her clit, bringing her closer to her inevitable release. He sank them into her, a long, gasping moan leaving her as he thrusted his digits back and forth. Her legs quivered as she tried to plant her feet firm to the ground, but she was failing miserably. She felt her walls clench around his fingers, whimpering as his thumb circled over the swollen nub, and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he brought her over the edge.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised, looking deep into her eyes. “Want to see you cum on my fingers.”

“God,” she gasped, panting against his lips. “Make me cum… please, please make me cum.”

The words had only just left her mouth as the last swipe of his thumb had her moan out his name, her wetness coating his fingers as he slowed them down. She giggled slightly, a low hum leaving her as she watched him remove his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips. He moaned at her taste on his tongue, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Bucky,” she whimpered his name, the tone instantly making him harder. “I…”

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demanded. “Use your words.”

“I want… I want your mouth on me,” she finally voiced, breathing heavily as his fingers continued to tease her.

Bucky smirked as he turned Y/N around, helping her strip her workout clothes off, letting her kick her sneakers off before he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her back against the lockers. The metal cooled the sweat on her back as they resumed their passionate exchange, their lips moving roughly against each other’s. He ripped his mouth away from hers, small gasps and whimpers leaving her as he travelled down her neck and collarbone, his hands moving to her back and snapping her sports bra open, pulling it off her as he moved lower, sucking and flicking his tongue over her nipples. She steadied herself on her left leg as he dropped to his knees and stripped her leggings down along with her underwear, lifting her right and placing it over his shoulder.

Y/N threw her head back against the locker behind her, her hands in Bucky’s hair as his mouth pressed against her sex, his tongue running through her folds. She moaned loudly as her arousal grew, his skilled muscle lapping at her as he gripped her hips in his hands. She glanced down, biting her lip as she saw his piercing blue eyes staring up at her before he shifted his attention back to pleasuring her.

“God, you taste so fucking good, doll,” he growled against her thigh.

She couldn’t hold back her moans, and luckily she didn’t have to considering they were the only people in the gym now. She practically screamed as he continued his ministrations, sucking and licking her folds like a man starved, moving up and circling his tongue over her clit. He lapped up her juices, his fingers digging into her so tight she knew she’d have bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care so long as he continued to do exactly what he was doing.

“Want you to cum on my tongue, Y/N,” he breathed harshly as he pulled away long enough to inform her of what he wanted, moving his head back between her legs.

She whimpered as he slid two of his fingers into her, thrusting them and building up to her release, as his wicked tongue paid attention to the bundle of nerves. She was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling in that moment, her hands gripping onto his short hair tightly as her walls clenched around his fingers. She was right at the edge, unable to speak through the cloud of euphoria.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes shutting tightly as she felt the familiar coil within her tighten. “Oh fuck… Bucky! Oh god, fuck!”

He removed his fingers and moved his mouth lower, licking her folds as the dam broke, her slick covering his tongue and lips as he worked her through her high. She came down slowly as she breathed deeply, taking a moment to recover. She watched him through hooded lids as he stripped his shorts and boxers down, pulling off his sneakers and socks before he stood in front of her, stroking his already hard shaft. She smiled as their eyes met, letting him lift her up again as her legs wrapped around him once more, her arms around his neck. He wasted no time, lining up to her entrance and in one instant motion of his hips, he was buried deep within her as his dick was completely sheathed by her walls.

Y/N cried out in delirious pleasure he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, the lockers behind her banging as he slammed into her. He leaned in and kissed her roughly, the weeks of pent up sexual frustration finally being dealt with in the most erotic way possible. She moaned wantonly as she gripped onto his broad shoulders, the snap of his hips against hers driving her wild.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he muttered against her lips, smirking wickedly. “My cock deep inside you, fucking you hard?”

“Yes, fuck… yes, I want it,” she bit out, her fingers digging into his skin. “Love your cock deep inside me, fucking me so good…”

“Take me so fucking well, gorgeous,” he praised, his voice dripping with desire for her. “So fucking perfect wrapped around me.”

Bucky grunted as he picked up the pace, a yelp falling from her lips as she held onto him tight. His dick hit her g-spot with precision, practically pressing against her cervix as he reached deep within her, certainly deeper than any man had been before him. She was already close to her second release, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

He looked into her eyes, panting as he smirked. “You’re close aren’t you, doll?”

“Yes,” she cried, her nails scraping against his skin as she continued to hold his shoulders. Her core tightened as her walls clenched around his shaft, right on the edge of her blissful end.

“Cum, Y/N… want you cum on my cock,” he groaned, nipping at her jaw. His hips sped up as he chased his own release, wanting to get there with her. “Soak my cock, let me feel it.”

“Oh fuck… yes… oh God, Bucky,” she moaned loudly, her eyes shut tight as she felt the coil snap, his name on her lips as she covered his shaft with her arousal. “Bucky! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck, Y/N… fuck,” he grunted. His neck strained back as his eyes closed, his cock pulsing as he reached his high, warm ropes of his seed coating her walls.

His legs nearly gave out, his arm moving up and pressing into the lockers to support himself, as he continued to hold her close, his head resting on her shoulder. They stood still for several minutes, breathing heavily as their sweat slicked bodies still pressed into each other, unwilling to move.

“See?” He lifted his head and smirked down at her, his smile sparkling as bright as his beautiful eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d make you cum all three ways.”

“I didn’t doubt it,” she breathed out, her chest continuing to rise and fall harshly.

He chuckled, raising his hand and cupping her cheek, his thumb softly stroking against it. “I want to ask you something, and hopefully you won’t think it’s too forward.”

“Well… you’re still inside me so I don’t think it will be,” she stated, emphasizing the fact by clenching her walls around him.

He groaned before he cleared his throat, gazing deep into her eyes. “Do you want to skip the shower here and uh… take one back at my place?”

Biting her lip, she nodded as she giggled. “Absolutely.”

Finally pulling away from each other, they wiped down and got changed into their regular clothes. Bucky locked up the building and met Y/N in the parking lot, giving her the address to his apartment. As she followed behind his car, she couldn’t keep the wide grin off her face as she anticipated how much more he was going to let go of his inhibitions once they got to his place.

She knew taking up boxing classes would be the best decision she could make.

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Getting back at writing, is, well, hard. My grammar and vocabulary and basically everything is messed up so I apologize in advance for that. It's been, almost a year ever since my last written fic. That time I was still crazy with Kimetsu no Yaiba and the KyoTan ship. I'll post it some other time ^^.

Anyways, I present to you my attempt in making a plotted work from a random thought that came over me this morning.

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Basically none. Except for some curse words.

UD 01/10/21: Cleaned and revised some parts! Tried my best, hope it was enough.

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 1

Quick backstory and some details I left out in the main work.

It was in summer, 28th of July, when Pearl Blackbell turned 19. She left her home and moved closer to the university she’ll be going to. She rented an apartment about five blocks from the school. Albeit small, it was cozy and proper, having what she needed: a kitchen, a decent-sized bedroom, a small living area with a worn but comfy couch, and a bathroom.

When she was younger, her parents started training her in martial arts and the use self-defense weapons. They needed to make sure she knew how to protect herself against assaulters and dangerous people, she was after all, their only child and baby girl . They want their daughter to be strong, both inside and outside, by the time she sets out on her own and leaves home.

Her favorite self-defense weapon was brass knuckles, despite her parents’ protests. She enjoys punching nasty people and feel the crunch of their bones beneath her fists, especially racists, sexists, bullies, and the lot. The main reason why she got into detention multiple times.

Painting it with a ruddy color, she keeps it in her person, no matter where she goes. She has two, one is for extreme situations, while the other has only two knuckles. It stills maximizes the damage dealt but it is relatively less dangerous than the full dusters. The second one is usually a spare, though she rarely uses it.

She also occasionally carries a pair of retractable nunchucks, which she designed to be hidden within her regular baggy clothes. Her father had trained her vigorously with them and she even bested him in a match before she left for the city.

Selkoth, the city of marvels.

Distant sounds of buzzing cars reached my ears as I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleepiness, the light shining from the spaces in my curtains rather helping, together with the warmth it brought to my chilled tawny skin.

[Start of the actual work]

I fully woke up as I registered the sound of my phone alarm, shortly getting up to prepare when I realized what day it was.

Monday, the first day of my college life.

I stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, knowing I bathed thoroughly last night to save some time today.

Time management is key.

I dried myself down, turned to my closet and started putting on the outfit I picked out the night before.

Prioritizing comfortability over appearance, I wore my favorite orange cotton shirt, my blackish-blue hoodie (that had been stained with blood some time ago, but don’t worry, I know how to clean out blood. Mama raised no fool.) over it, together with a pair of black skinny jeans. And of course, tight black sports bra and boxers, even mentioning my underwear yes?

I looked over to my mirror and it was—

Simple. And I loved it. The more simple it is the better.

'“Keep a low profile over there, sweetie. Don’t get into fights when you can help it okay??? We already taught you and prepared you to the best of our abilities. Promise to us that you’ll stay safe, and healthy. Okay? And don’t forget to call sometime.”' I sighed, remembering my mother’s words.

"Yes mama, I will.”

With a smile, I did my hair and went for a tight Dutch braid, it going down between my shoulder blades and ending a little above my waist. I ran to my kitchen to eat breakfast, satisfied with my look.

I eat fast okay

Backpack, check. White sneakers, check. Phone and keys, check. Airpods on, playlist shuffled, I bolted out of my apartment and jogged all 50 blocks to school.

Exercise is always important, and what other way to utilize time for exercising than to do it while heading to your destination, right?

I snickered.

As I made my way to the university, I saw bizarre creatures and monsters of different sizes, coexisting, and interacting with humans. Even so, I noticed other people’s disdain and bitterness towards them when I passed by. My nose is awfully sensitive to scents that sometimes the ones their body releases tells me what they feel at the moment. It’s all science, I guess. I was made extra susceptible to these, so I wear a mask everywhere and every time I go out just to partly block most of the smells.

My first day at a university open to everyone across the country gets my blood pumping with excitement. To think that I’m going to study at Ernestine State University, the Ernestine State University!

I first heard about the uni back when I was a child. News broke out about Victor Ernestine, committing suicide by driving his car off a cliff because he couldn’t accept that his daughter was one of the major leaders who made the unity of all people, of all races, possible.

Dramatic.

Months after Mr. Ernestine died, all his properties and riches were passed down to her daughter, who took over as the new founder of the university and rebuilt it to accommodate everyone, no matter the size and shape.

The strictly all-human school, renovated, reshaped, and repurposed, was now the first university to open its gates to everyone in the country of Yundomia.

I’ve always yearned to get to know other species in this world. I didn’t get the chance previously because my parents sent me to an all-human, local high school. Which sucks. I hated how everyone had a certain hatred for the other races, especially orcs. They keep talking about how they are wild beasts and savages that aren’t meant to be in society.

They treated them like animals that are void of emotions and intelligence.

Come to think of it, I mostly fought with humans who were either racist, bullies, bastards trying to hit on me, or a mix of all of them together.

I chuckled, remembering how many times I got counseled on not punching people in the face.

High school was pure torture, being a human-exclusive campus making it worse, considering how everybody smells so horrible and the principal was an egoistic dumbass I was a hair away from gutting him. My poor nose.

But now I’m done with that! I’m starting anew in this school, in this city. Perhaps make some friends along the way.

Which is kinda problematic.

I’m not the social type. I tend to keep things to myself and hardly open up to anybody. I wanna make at least one friend that isn’t human! Or just, one good friend. I didn’t have or made any friends in the past since people tend to shun me out just because I can tell how they are feeling and find it creepy.

Or they’re afraid to get punched in the face.

Entering the campus gates was like stepping into another world. I was met with the sight of humans and monsters walking together and conversing! It was nice, and I don’t get to see this much often.

I walked around and took in the landscape of the campus. It was huge! And beautifully designed to have a great number of trees and plants, while also having space more than enough to accommodate every student going to their respective classrooms.

I was minding my own business and it was all serene, until some bastards pushed past through me and knocking me to the side. I stumbled but didn’t fall. I was gonna say something, but I shut my mouth. I didn’t want to cause any trouble on the first day for goodness’ sake. So I brushed it off and went straight to the gym for the orientation.

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The orientation was, intriguing. The dean seems nice, though I couldn't smell him from where I sat. There's also a student council made up of both humans and monsters which is a good sign. The student council president was a Minotaur with a dark brown coat and horns curving front and pointing up. The vice-president was a male student who looked decent enough. The secretary was an elf. The treasurer, a dwarf. And the rest were humans. I couldn't scent any of them to tell me what they were feeling at the moment, but the Minotaur looked uncomfortable, his hands behind his back, body going stiff when they were introduced to the freshmen. There was a larger numbr of humans than monsters, which was expected. I also noticed how both were grouped, a white line in the middle of the gym separating us from them.

Maybe to avoid any misunderstandings?

We were informed that today will be for introductions to your classmates and subject teachers so there will be no lessons at all. Hooray!

I was walking to my first classroom when a damned familiar smell attacked my nose. I stopped to stand for a moment and adjusted my mask. I looked around to spot the one emitting it and of course, saw a human. He looked, well, the typical playboy cool boy who used too much body spray on himself.

Not wanting to stand there like an idiot and prolong my suffering, I speed walk to my classroom and planned to sit at the back hoping no one would notice or ask why I’m wearing a mask.

That's always what they ask first. Not my name or how I was doing.

I expected to find no one inside since it was still early, but I was startled to see a massive orc sitting at the back looking out at the window. He was wearing a dark gray knitted sweater that was hugging his hulking frame very…well. Along with what looked like thick cargo pants and black boots.

He turned to look at me when I let out a small yelp, greeting me with his piercing, blue eyes.

Beautiful.

The orc had long, braided, jet-black locks. Two of them had distinct beads that trailed down from the side of his face and down to his chest, the rest of his hair behind him braided with intricacy and tied and ended halfway down his back.

I was pushed out of my trance when a person entered and crashed into me, swearing under my breath that it was intentional, nearly making me plant face-first on the trash bins if I hadn’t changed my footing at the last moment.

“Watch it, bitch, you’re gonna ruin my make-up,” she snapped.

Wow. She dared to call me that and not apologize like I’m the one who shoved her. Just wow. Usually at this point, I would have planted her face on the floor, but I stopped myself.

Low profile! Low profile Pearl! You’re in college now! You definitely don’t want to get suspended on the first fucking day of class now do you?? Keep it together.

Straightening up, I walked towards the back and sat beside the orc. Whose gaze fell on me, curious, when I wasn’t looking.

I made myself settled in my seat before the professor came in.

There were other races in my class. A blue tiefling sat three rows in front, wearing a casual outfit. A black-haired elf who looked and dressed clever, a row away. A cute pink pixie on my far right. A satyr wearing glasses, two seats in front of me, and a female lizardfolk a seat from of the pixie.

"Are you...alright?"

I almost jumped from my seat when the orc beside me spoke. I couldn’t help but admire how deep his voice was. I tried not to appear flustered, my mask helped with that.

“Uh…yes?”

The orc regarded me for a second before continuing.

“You were pushed earlier.”

Oh. He saw that?

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” I smiled at him. Then I remembered he can’t see my face. But I hoped the crinkling of my eyes gave it away.

“I’m Pearl, by the way.” I reached out my hand to him, socializing not my best suit but at least I tried.

He paused for a second before taking it into his bigger one, engulfing mine and shook it slowly. I was again, surprised by how gentle he was.

“Tai'chi.”

Interesting.

“Nice to meet you, Tai'chi.”

He lets go of my hand when the professor started talking up front.

“Nice to meet you too, Pearl."

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A Step Forward [1]

Pairing: Boxer!Tom Holland x Boxer!Reader

Word count: 1,119

Warnings: none (I guess, if yes pls let me know!)

Summary: Starting slow

A/N: Hello everyone! I am happy that you are here and are interested in reading my story! Please excuse me bc this chapter is short, I never wrote before and am still learning! At least I hope there aren’t too many mistakes.

The story is a bit short but I think it was a good point to end it there? So if you want to read more let me know!

And the app is horrible to formate this text, sorry for that! Will fix it tomorrow on my computer!

You just came home from university but you were already getting ready for your training. Standing in-front of the mirror braiding your (Y/H/C) hair, filling up your bottle with water, putting on a sports bra, leggings and shorts above them. You but the bottle of water and your sport shoes into your bag, but on your street shoes, got your keys and went out.

Putting on your headphones and starting your playlist for the short walk to the gym.

You loved going to training. You were kickboxing for a few years now and although it's kind off a brutal sport you enjoyed every minute of it. After fights you sometimes fit into laughter with your opponent.

Everyone knew you there, you weren't the only woman there, there were a few but more men came to this gym than women, when it came to boxing you were on of a few other women who took lessons, so they knew who you were.

You weren't that bad when it came to kickboxing, it turned out that you have talent in it and just needed to get into it, your trainer, James, brought out the best of you, and made you a fair but though competitor.

You never had interest in competing in championships, you were satisfied to fight against your gym colleagues, and they enjoyed it to.

Some of the men there didn't want to fight against you because they were afraid to lose to a girl, but you kinda provoked them, in a playful way, so sooner or later you fought them. You didn't win every fight, but you learned something from every loss you had.

But there was this on person, he started around the same time as you in the gym but you never talked, he watched you sometimes from afar and visa verse. He was a pretty reserved young man, not talking much, and when, then those were people he got close too. The only thing you knew about him was his name, Tom. But you didn't think he would be ever interested in you, so you never bothered it to many thoughts.

What you didn't know is, that Tom actually knew your name. He loved watching you fight, you had so much joy and he could see that. He started picking up the times you would come here and when he could, he would come at the same time just to see you fight. Everything of you was so pure and beautiful to him, he had struggles sometimes keeping his eyes off you.

Today was no expectation, you warmed up while listening to your music until you teacher, James, came to you to start training.

You stepped into the ring, put on your gloves, teeth protector and helmet.

You did pretty well, tricked James a bit, and had some moves up your sleeves. You fought two rounds, one won by each of you.

"You're getting better everyday, but I don't have to tell you that you already know that. Just when you make that particular punch", he showed you with his arms "try not to offer this much of your body, thats a way in for your opponent."

"Alright! Thanks will remind this." You said with a smile on your face.

You grabbed your water bottle and drank a good bit of it.

While you fought, Tom was taking a few glances your way, but you didn't notice as always, you focus on what is in-front of you.

"Dude just ask her out, you know, she could call the police that she has a stalker if she ever noticed. I mean it's a wonder that she didn't notice until now.." Harrison said.

"I- I don't know whatcha talkin about!" Tom stated.

"Tom, you're getting flustered again, and when you are flustered you brabble much. So I am right, either you finally ask her out or I will do it."

"Nah man, just stop it, in her eyes I don't exist, I'm comfortable like that.."

"Do what you want, I'm going to ask her out for you."

And as Harrison was about to make his way to you, Tom stoped him.

"Alright! Alright...just know I hate you Harrison." Tom said but had a small smile on his face.

While the two were arguing you actually finished your training and listened to your music while you cooled down. You had to make your way to the dressing room where you had you jacket and personal stuff.

You saw Tom from afar and you had to pass him to get where you wanted to go, and although you wanted to take a glance at him, you were to shy to directly look at him, so you turned your music louder and looked down to the floor when you moved past him.

This was Toms chance to ask you. But his feet wouldn't move.

"Excuse me?"

You weakly heard someone say and put a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, taking your headphones off, to look into blue eyes of a young men who was talking to you.

You a bit perplexed answered him.

"Yeah?" Your (Y/E/C) were big, like you were to explore something new, this was completely normal, they beamed everything positive in you, and when Harrisson looked you directly in your eyes he needed a few seconds to adjust to your eyes who, beamed with warmth, friendliness and amazement.

“Uh- my friend Tom here, wanted to ask you something." Harrisson pointed to his friend behind him who was kinda shocked.

When you realised who he meant, and looked at him, the red colour slowly crawled up your neck, but neither the less you looked at Tom with the same big yes you looked at Harrison.

You waited patiently for Tom to say what he wanted to say.

"D-you..fight well." He couldn't bring out much, and he wanted to sink to the ground and look away but he was so captured in your eyes seeing them up close.

Your face was completely done. As red as a tomato. The boy whom you admired from afar just complimented you and it wasn’t something you were prepared for.

"T-thanks.." you stuttered and made your way, away faster than usual to the dressing room.

You were caught off guard when he made you that compliment, because until now you thought he was never watching, or at least not to a point he could say you fight well.

What you couldn't hear is Tom cursing to himself for making a fool of himself and Harrison who tried to lift Toms mood up.

"It's alright, you see, at least you finally talked to her, isn't that something to start with?"

Harisson was right, those were actually your first words to each other, and it was sure a beginning of something wonderful, but the things who are wonderful come with obstacles and maybe a few problems.

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Anxiously you stood in the packed dressing room in a pair of boy shorts and a comfortable sports bra helping to add to the seamless effect of your tight under layers. A sleeveless golden shirt over a silver pair of leggings layered by the tight grey leather pants with a knotted flowing golden sheer shirt reaching to your knees barely held in place by a woven set of decorative chains coated in gems to help Troy hold on easier. Snuggly your tall boots were added and you chuckled at Taika’s adding a copy of Frigga’s ring that he had the props team whip up for you to wear for a wedding band. Around you the other actors felt a sunken shift in their moods at the loss of being able to curiously eye the layer of muscles covering you that had grown more pronounced at your daily bouts of walking and dancing between your at home fitness routines you tried to keep up.

Though that mood inched back up as they spotted Theo, with his hair slicked back exiting in a guard’s uniform grinning at Taika’s comments on how much he looked like Tom, which brought up his previous double work for him widening the Director’s curious grin. Troy’s rise to his hip widened his smile at the blue layered shirt and grey pant and boot wearing boy with slicked back black curls with wide green eyes as his only differing between him and the child like version of the Asguardian Prince. Carefully after washing your hands you added the green contacts you had matching Troy’s from a prior role a year back before you leaned back in your makeup chair. Quietly allowing the pair of women to add the pale blonde wig with braids along the top half with the rest joining into a tall ponytail hoping to hold the hood in place, they stitched into the braids around your face to hold it in place in your action packed sequence.

The striking change and pale green eyes matching the childrens’. A smile grew on your face in your lean in to kiss your niece’s cheek stirring a giggle from her while Theo said in Taika’s stunned silence at the live product of his sketches in front of him. “Lovely as always Sis.”

Your eyes landed on Troy at his reach out for a hug saying, “You look incredible Mummy!” While a pair of women eased the cape hooked to the shield that would hide Troy on your back as you held the girl in your left arm under the front of the cape.

With a soft giggle you kissed his cheek then followed Taika after he chuckled saying, “Oh I am filming this.” He drew out his phone opening his camera to record your full ensemble as you giggled and turned for him then followed him to go find Tom in the waiting area along the hall feeding into the various sets. All heads turned to you as you adjusted the cape around your shoulders.

As Theo raised his daughter to his other hip you felt eyes on you from the moment you entered the hall, and they turned to follow your path as the tall director called out for the actor at the far end of the hall. His group of equally as excited actors all felt their mouths drop open, first at Theo and the children then as Taika stepped aside he caught Tom’s full frozen expression melting into an embarrassed blush at his clear pause hungrily taking in your appearance before he glanced at Taika when he said, “Nothing to say at all?”

Tom wet his lips then chuckled as you peered up at him again extending your cape at your sides in a bright golden hue, saying with an exited squeak, “We have matching capes.”

“Yes we do. You look down right stunning.”

You giggled again watching as Taika interrupted his move to claim a kiss saying, “You three to your own set, me and our Princess Sigyn here have scenes to film.” His hand folded around yours and your family followed after you as Troy waved at Tom and Chris excitedly who watched you leave while they and the other actors shared their thoughts on the full effect.

Taika, “Al right, first we have the run through to get the basic path,” You nodded gripping the staff as Troy hid under your cape on your back just right as you tucked the girl just right in your arm with Theo’s help. You walked then as the stunt men approached you flicked back your hood marking the shift and you unhooked the cape laying it and the shield Troy was strapped against to ensure he stayed in place on it. Then you eased his sister into his arms and smiled at her then slid two across the marked path leaving them there to get back to your first mark. You would walk again to where you would slide them, crouch. Then pop up to film the fight sequence then move to the retrieval point in a steady pace easing the girl into your arm and Troy onto your back to hook the cape again one handed then flick your hood up again marking the shift back to your guard appearance with staff in hand.

After you Theo, hooded, would follow your path without the children to finish the shielded effect with staff in hand to finish the scene off. With a wave those actors answered the waves from the children peeking out from under your cape as you carried them to the second set behind Theo.

First his stroll through the crowd was filmed before you would take your place after a flick of his hood. With your hood down you unhooked your cape, again easing the smiling children through the sliding path to Thor’s feet in the frozen sea of doubles and actors at Taika’s order.

Clearly after action was called Troy cried out, “Uncle Thor!”

Curiously the blonde would peer at the children, scooping them up into his arms detaching the shield to block blows asking, “I am an Uncle?!”

His eyes narrowed on Loki only to fall silent as through the blows and planned sequence you called out, “Next time I get to destroy the kingdom, and you two get to pick up the rubble!”

After an easy chuckle in your snatching the dagger from Loki’s thigh he replied, “Hello Dearest.”

Thor’s brow raised as he stepped between you two cradling the children closer to his chest furrowing his brows at the foe Valkyrie brought down, “Sigyn?! I thought you hated one another!!”

Loki, “That is not entirely true!”

Thor, “When did this happen?!”

You handled another pair of foes roughly while answering, “I got to the throne, swore myself to my groom and his disguise slipped away in our kiss.”

Thor gasped staring at Loki, “You didn’t!” he looks to you, “How is he still breathing!”

A chuckle left you as Loki softly whispered his goodbye to the children after gentle hugs for the pair of them under Thor’s guarding him, “You’d be surprised how accommodating Loki is bent over a barrel.”

Loki answered your playful smirk with one of his own watching as Troy was eased around your back again with the shield and cape added to his back again Loki secured for you after passing you the girl.

Sentimentally his eyes trailed to yours after folding your cape around you hiding the girl from sight, “You have always deserved far greater a husband than Theoric, that meager Crimson Hawk, your father had aimed for. No less than a crown would be worthy.” You could almost feel Taika’s tearful grin behind you at Loki’s misting eyes lingering on your face, his fingertips just barely stroking along your cheeks in his move to raise your hood again before easing them out again slowly.

Cut was called and as Theo took his place Tom raised his eyes to meet his for another stolen glance before jolting around him to return to the battle as your shielded self walked away at Heimdall’s urging.

Thor between blows asked at Loki’s side, “Why Sigyn?”

Loki killed another foe quite gruesomely and paused with a pained expression flashing on his face only for a moment before it melted into his stoic expression, “She was Mother’s choice for me, since we were children.” Thor glanced at him as he charged at another nearing foe, “Always better than me, besting me in mother’s lessons,” another foe was sent ‘headlessly’ to the ground as he finished panting locking eyes with Thor, “I could never fool, or lie to her, even Father bent his ear for her plea in my favor. Several times.”

Thor smirked patting him on the back then fell silent at Hella’s appearance. As they finished the line of scenes you sat in a chair beside the monitor at Taika’s offer for the children while Theo stood behind you with a grin matching his Troy’s until the final cut was called on the early day meant mainly for your scenes and a run through for Hella’s.

Through the crowd you were pulled into countless group photos before you were freed to change again only to be tangled up in Tom’s arms while Theo headed home with the children that hugged you both back in your tight hugs.

Once again you were wrapped in each other’s arms sharing the meal from the same place you had your first date in as it began to rain. Safely you hid inside through the rest of the day and into the next day when Tom was sent back to work, stealing another fiery lingering kiss before lowering to rub Bobby’s head to say to him, “Enjoy your walk.” Then his eyes rose to meet yours, “Try to get some rest today, please.”

Your eyes narrowed and you stole another kiss and joined him on the porch with the dogs after you to start your morning walk leading to your next hectic day of rehearsals before settling your travel plans for your trip out to the states for inspecting your venues. The day passed by quickly enough though in his attempt to shower then change to head over to surprise you for dinner at his place he had fallen asleep as he sat to add his socks and shoes. Across his bed he opened his eyes to the darkened room that had him jolting upright again. “Fuck…”

His hand reached over to grab his phone on the nightstand he switched on curiously not finding a message from you. The worst flashed through his mind as he repeated, “Fuck.”

Rapidly he sent you a message, “Still up Dearest?” noting the time as just barely past midnight.

With eyes furrowed you stood in front of the ice cream door at the market you had walked to wondering which kind to buy as your body throbbed in your awkward fall when the bursting of a light bulb overhead alerted you all to the time at your late started rehearsal after the final game of the year had ended leaving you full reign over the gym. The dancers went to their rental home they shared seeing how their place in your home was, by their assumption, tiring you out more, brought on the pooling of funds to grant you some time to relax on your own before the hectic but short tour began.

In a glance down at the phone you drew out of your pocket you tapped his icon and raised your phone to your ear spreading a grin on Tom’s lips at your clear answer, “You’re not on your way to bed are you?”

“No.” he wet his lips, “No, I meant to come by earlier but I fell asleep. You aren’t in bed are you?”

“Nope, trying to choose an ice cream at the market. Thought of cooking something simple for supper and having some to nurse my possible bruise.”

“Bruise?”

“Got startled and fell wrong. No injury behind it, just gravity.”

He wet his lips again, “Well, My Darling, I have a bolognaise in the slow cooker if you wanted to drop by?”

“Sounds good. I’ll try not to fall asleep on you too fast.”

He chuckled, “Just pick which ice creams you want and come on over Darling.”

“There’s so many choices though…”

Tom chuckled saying, “Why not the brownie blended one and the orange sherbet vanilla mix? Your favorites.”

“Which did you want?”

He chuckled again, “I want you, I will share your choices. Come home please.”

With a grin at his continued use of ‘home’ you replied, “Fine. Be there in a little bit.”

A knock at his door widened his smile as he opened the door welcoming you in and claiming the bag from you. He set it aside on the table by the door he hastily locked then pinned you against, apologizing in his choice of an enamored fiery tangle of lips and fingers in one another’s hair and shirts.

Finally when his lips left yours he purred lowly, “I owe you a flurry of apologies for falling asleep instead of coming to see you.”

Breathlessly you chuckled then said, “You are in luck. The game ended late so we just got out of rehearsals a bit ago.”

His lips met yours again as he cupped your cheek. Shifting his other hand to your legs he held you around his middle claiming the bag again then carried you into the kitchen where he settled you into your chair at the fully set table beside his. “You, Darling, were supposed to rest.”

At your fingers resting under his chin his eyes locked with yours and you replied playfully, “You, Teddy Bear, worry too much.” He rolled his eyes only to close them when your lips met his again for a lingering kiss. When your lips left his you noticed his eyes were still closed in his loving daze as you added, “Thank you for the thought, though it isn’t the same after you got me used to sleeping in your arms.”

A grin eased onto his lips and he purred, “First dinner and ice cream then we cuddle. I am not missing a moment with you in my arms.”

You giggled again and followed his plan that led to you both along with the dogs in his bed falling asleep to an old film as the battle of stolen kisses had finally been called as a tie with his fingers on the arm under your head eased loose curls from your face. The motion stirring a sleepy smile onto your face mirroring his after your former ruffling of his curly hair that had been brushed between your foreheads by his pillow. A reach of his free arm earned a giggle from you at his stealing a picture of the moment making you shift to burrow your head under his chin across his chest drawing his body to fold around you tightly to drift off to sleep after yet another gentle peck on your forehead.

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Between rehearsals and date nights, both alone and shared with Chris and Elsa the two weeks blew by leading to Kirby being left under Theo’s care as you packed a bag for your four day trip and lingered in Tom’s embrace for as long as you could until your driver arrived. His suitcase for his trip sat beside your small duffel in the trunk and you joined him inside reading the message that your drivers were on their way to the airport as well after turning over the keys to their rental home. Little Tom’s message that he had already settled in Georgia at your friend’s guest home inched your smile out knowing he would be taken care of across the ocean as you were being jolted from one place to another. In the ride over as Tom rambled over the phone with Luke on his set schedule you tried once again to get in touch with the Cyrus clan.

All over the news the announcement of papers being drafted in a divorce for Billy floated around as Miley was named judge for the Voice, which was to be filming soon, making you suspect the worst. That fear had you making a late night request from your agent, to ensure your audience would be properly entertained and get their moneys worth you had asked him to call Chris Young’s manager to see if he might be available to open the full eight weeks. Overnight you could barely sleep but after your few hours of sleep you had returned from the bathroom to find a text saying he’d be thrilled to join the full show times, his only hitch was a flare up of an old hand injury putting him in a brace for a week. Though with his guitarist he would be able to still put on a great show, and also gladly agreed to not sharing the news publicly just yet, to see how the Cyrus clan would handle their situation and its effect on their place as your volunteer openers.

Tom’s call finally ended and his hand folded around yours again asking, “Good news?”

You nodded, “Ya, Chris is able to cover the full eight weeks if I don’t hear from Miley and Billy.”

Leaning over he kissed you sweetly on the lips, “I hope it works out for you. It is terrible how it’s been handled, though at least the reasoning is sound. Any word on the film crew?’

You nodded, “Ya. They will be meeting us at the motel the day after we land. Giving us the first day to settle and get in touch with the first stadium and all the road crew and all that fun stuff. No doubt they will love riding along on the bus with us in the driving between the stadiums. Tons of footage of me curled up somewhere asleep between stops.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead again folding his fingers tighter between yours, “No doubt I will love to see it when it all airs.” Making you giggle and roll your eyes. “How about your travels. Luke being nice to you, letting you sleep?”

He grinned, “I will try to sleep Dearest.” He wet his lips locking his eyes with yours as your head rested against his shoulder peering up at him with a soft smile cherishing your last few minutes alone together, “Luke has been very kind. Only a few stops. The opening of that exhibit with the guys and a couple interviews before I fly back.”

You nodded easing your free hand around his bicep under his short sleeve inching his smile wider at the gentle strokes of your fingers across his skin, “Full suit for the exhibit?”

“Um, the guys are just wearing vests and ties, so I followed their lead. I packed a jacket just in case, though I doubt they would lie about it. Plus, I can stay in my boots. They’re all I packed.” He added with a chuckle you giggled to before he stated as the airport grew closer, “Hmm. At least it seems we beat the cameras.” You giggled again then joined him, once the car was parked, in exiting the car, claiming your bags for the walk into the ticket lines hand in hand with your excited dancers behind you with their bags.

A few people, both from far away and in a shift closer snapped pictures of you until you got in line for security with tickets in hand. After almost falling over adding your shoes again you giggled resting against Tom’s side when his free arm slung around your shoulders in a lean to kiss your forehead captured by a seemingly growing sea of people capturing your full path to your gate to claim your seats until the plane finally boarded with you all filling the front of the plane. One painfully long flight later you landed in New York and had to walk Tom as far as you could on the way to your gate for the flight to Texas. A final cupping of your cheek later his lips met yours and he purred lowly, “Try to sleep Dearest when you can.”

You nodded, “I will let you know when I get to the motel, enjoy your own escapades Teddy Bear.” He chuckled stealing another peck on your lips then turned as you did for Luke in the exit gate as you shifted the strap on your shoulder for the long walk to the opposite end of the airport for your next gate through the growing sea of people filming and approaching you for autographs and random questions along the way. The attention didn’t stop when you crossed your legs in your seat trying to remain calm until you were called and strapped into the next plane.

“Oh for the love of pete…” Fumbling in your pocket you mumbled for your wallet in the diner you had stopped in waiting for the first sighting of your band to arrive. Finally the trucks and cars arrived and you all left the bills on the table and split up to hop in the waiting vehicles for the ride to the waiting stadium. Outside however, instead of seeing the expected suvs from Billy at least you spotted the dark silver truck with a tall capped man leaning against the tailgate until you arrived prompting his straightening up.

With a weak giggle you hopped out and crossed the distance to him as he removed his cap walking towards you. His hand extended and folded around yours for a firm shake as you looked up at him with a giggle drawing his anxious chuckle out of him before he stated in his baritone drawl, “I know the dates don’t start for another week but my manager said you’d be dropping by today, hope you don’t mind my dropping in.” His hand rested back against his side as yours did.

The growth of your smile under your pitiful bun now almost completely out his grew at your relieved giggle, “I’m actually really glad you did.” He chuckled again as you added, “You have no idea how badly I wanna give you hug right now for being able to.”

The shift of his arms away from his sides drew you to crash into his chest for a tight hug mingled with an excited squeak making his arms fold around you tightly in return, “Any time, Hun.” You giggled again when you broke apart, and he asked, “I um, saw the news about Billy Ray, still no word from them?”

You shook your head then spotted the suv pulling into the lot as a set of people walked towards the glass doors to unlock it for you, “Not a word.” He nodded then you spotted Lee climb out of the suv when it stopped, “Though there’s still three days…” Lee trotted over to you and claimed a hug from you and guided you all into the stadium.

All through the tour you spoke with the road crew who had filled you into their work here and the other teams at the other two stadiums you would be bouncing between. Though as you walked across the finished stage you listened to Roddey, the head of your road teams as he said, “We’ve gotten the lights down to your wishes, though we’ve been having some trouble with the power in Louisiana.” Your eyes turned to land on him, “They’ve called in a team to look it through, the power just keeps shutting off in the rehearsals. They’re pissed about it they just bought new equipment for the first tour, cost them thousands.” You nodded, “Though, we’ve come prepped, we’ve got the back up lights and our own amps and generator for your instruments, full storm prep mode.”

You giggled up at him saying, “No problem, I’ll rehearse in the dark alone if I have to.” Making him and his guys chuckle around you while they led you into the outer stretches of the stage to show you the full screens set up as they flashed the animated frog bouncing around you usually used for screen tests on the tours they had worked with you on. “I like it.”

Roddey nodded and chuckled, “Plus we’ve been able to double check that with your height compared to Chris’ the swinging camera from up top will be lined up properly.”

The country crooner chuckled as you said, “I don’t mind if they cut off my feet. It’ll hide my stumbles.”

For the few hours you got a full look into the layout of the areas you’d be in before you were led out again. Chris, after getting your cell number and a picture with you in front of the stadium headed home as you joined your dancers and band off to the motel you’d booked the upper floor for the night before the early morning meet up for breakfast then drive over again to the stadium for your first run through. Exhausted from the long flight you laid on the bed raising your phone when it chimed making you smile as the notification from Chris’ page lit up with the picture over the caption, ‘Look who I ran into!’

Nipping at your lip you eyed the unread status on your earlier message to Tom then sighed flopping your arms over your head with a groan. Somehow the action seemed to summon a reaction and a beaming smile on your face when you spotted Tom’s call coming in.

… In NY …

Begrudgingly Tom pursed his lips at his reflection in the mirror after securing his tie just right. The seemingly useless arms he bore without you to be under them for this ridiculous trip keeping him from you. He had gotten your message earlier but after the slew of phone calls surrounding his latest audition a rare grin eased onto his lips learning he had won the part in the upcoming reboot of King Kong. A role he wouldn’t be allowed to publicly mention for a short time yet, one he was excited to win but also irritated at the knowledge it might separate you both again. Though his hope would be that as it was being filmed in Hawaii he could convince you along for the few months in paradise. A groan left him at the knock on his door tearing him from his thoughts of you the night before. Wetting his lips he stole another groaning glance at his reflection then went to grin at Luke and follow him out to the waiting car.

Down the hall he met up with Benedict, Idris and Chris, who all claimed hugs from him grinning at his purple tie resting over his silver shirt and black vest matching his pants and boots, the single tie was a nod to you when you couldn’t be with him. The entire drive to the lit up building after a sea of people and flashes Tom shared your plans and what he knew about the debacle your openers were causing in the media, a topic even Chris had to weigh in on, saying he’d tried to get in touch without any luck either. Though at least they relaxed at the news you had gotten word from Chris he could fill in on short notice.

A wall of screams broke their conversation and brought out their grins again in their climb out of the car onto the carpet. For thirty feet or so they walked until a hand reached out to land on Tom’s bicep that flexed at the sudden contact. The maroon clad man with a dark partially shaved haircut and dark eyes only reaching the brit’s shoulder even with his tall dress shoes. He grinned wider seeing he had won the mens’ attention for the camera crew and woman interviewing him, who bore a slightly frightened expression seeing the puzzled yet stern expression on Tom’s face mirrored by his friends behind him.

“I was just talking about you.”

Tom’s head tilted slightly for a moment, “I, um. Do I know you?”

Ex, “No, but I know Bunny. In fact I was just bringing up how wild we used to get. Even hooked up in a coat closet once.” He pats Tom’s shoulder, “Bet you’re having fun.”

Tom draws in a breath and forces a grin at the man’s wink, shifting his weight on his feet folding his fists in his pockets, “Ah yes. She mentioned you. Well you can certainly bet when we do reach that point in our relationship she will greatly benefit from my patience.” Ex’s smile drops, “I mean you can only imagine how uninhibited a person can truly be without a five minute time limit. But, then again, for someone who deceives and beds women in the pursuit of winning bets, I can understand your confusion on the subject.” Tom gives him a wide grin and pats him on the back and keeps moving down the press carpet as the men around them roar with laughter and ‘oohs’ while the women blushed trying to hold in their laughter..

Farther down the carpet Benedict notices Tom’s fists in his pockets while they are waiting for their interviews and asks, “You really want to hit him don’t you?!”

Tom lowly replies as steadily as he can, “Fuck yes I want to hit him! Speaking about Jaqi like that, for press, publicly as if it benefits anyone!”

Benedict rests his arm around his shoulders gently rubbing his back trying to sooth his agitated friend as the rest of their group walk up after their own bout of laughter. “If anything I think you handled it well.”

Tom let out a deep breath saying, “I owe her something with diamonds.”

Chris behind him chuckles, folding around his back in a half hug easing a great deal of his tension in the friendly embrace, Tom’s head turned with him peering up at Chris as he chuckled out, “Trust me, you don’t after the look on that guys face after your verbal sucker punch.”

Tom faces forward hearing the chuckles of his friends feeling a hint of a grin easing on his lips imagining you back in his arms again as soon as he could manage to get back to you and the blush on your cheeks at his yet to be decided gift.

Needless to say as the event had ended the clip of bugs bunny slapping someone across the face with his white glove challenging him to a duel had been played to death. And expedited by Tom’s fans into an animated version of Tom doing the same with Loki taking his place in the duel to restore the honor of his Love.

That clip plus the video of the actual interaction had made its rounds with any available celeb being asked their opinion on the matter, all praising Tom on his discretion on how far you had gone while also taking a sophisticated jab at your ex. Even Taylor had weighed in, recounting your sharing about your ex and commenting that you certainly deserve someone to treat you properly, finally showing her being the bigger person and peeking over her hurt ego to agree that you did suit each other personality wise.

The entire exhibit the guys did their best to keep his mind off the man being kept away from him by the guards present, no matter how witty he claimed his comeback to be to his well deserved put down. Alone in the elevator he finally was able to breathe freely easing his phone from his pocket after leaving the guys to the gaggle of women outside waiting for their return. A click and a few taps later your contact was brought up with his phone dialing yours when he reached his room. Behind the door he raised his phone to his ear loosening his tie and top button under his neck on his shirt before undoing his vest he shrugged out of and tossed aside, smiling as he said, “Hello Dearest. How was your day?”

“It was alright, got a tour of the cowboys stadium. Roddey had everything set up already and Chris even showed up, thankfully, even finalized his portion of the lighting already.”

“That’s good. No news on any other fronts?”

“Not yet, how was your day?”

“Um, well I have a bit of news, I’m not exactly allowed to share yet about a new role.”

“Ooh.” A grin eased onto his face at your playful tone ending with a nip at his lip, “Can’t wait to hear about it.”

He chuckled, “Well I might just lose my resolve and whisper it to you when we’re together again.” Your soft giggle came through the line and he asked, “Have you eaten yet”

“I ordered pizza, it’s on the way. You?”

“Same.” His pleased grin evident through the line, “Care to pick something to watch?”

You giggled again, “I doubt our rooms might have the same shows, but we can try.”

He chuckled tugging the bottom of his shirt free from his black jeans and set his boots at the side of the bed and reached for the remote to switch on the tv in his lavish hotel room as you turned on the thicker tv in your more affordable motel. Wetting your lips you eyed the buttons on the remote for the arrow keys until a familiar voice drew your eye to the screen. In shock your lips parted as you read the banner on the news program, “Bunny’s wild past?”

Instantly Tom’s stomach dropped as he switched the channel finding the same program, “Um, I ran into your ex earlier at the event.”

Again the female anchor stated, “Earlier at the opening of a new exhibit downtown a man from Bunny Pear’s past came into the limelight to share a bit about her past, even going as far as to touch on their short intimate affair including a sexual rendezvous in a coat closet. A great deal of people have already weighed in on this, though as his interview neared its end he actually flagged down actor Tom Hiddleston, Bunny’s current beau, himself. Though his response shed a great deal more light on the occasion in question.” Again Tom’s response played making his stomach clench again at the encounter replaying in his mind while he worried about your reaction to it.

Your soft giggle eased his worries, “So hearing that bit of information it sheds some light on the event, as does a message from a co star from the film and series Bunny had the main female lead in lest year, Ice T had this to say.”

The show flashed to the on the street interview of the actor out to eat with a few of his friends, “That little.. Bunny doesn’t deserve this. These little boys pretending to be men, treating women like trash for their own benefit. I’ve known her for years now, since her first shoot working with Coco. Now I know the full story behind this, and that little piss ant needs to be driven into the ground for his bringing this up. Like so many other entitled assholes, this guy was in rush week for a frat and they sent out this bimbo bingo game, all the guys were told to pick a girl for each square and hook up with them in the place written in the square.

Few shady drinks later and that guy had his square and just left her to wander home alone, thankfully she found a cab and got home safe, but for him to go around bragging about how he treated her like a game piece made me wish Tom would have just hauled off and hit him. Hopefully this guy gets treated just as fairly as he treated her, and I myself hope I get to meet this new guy of hers, nice to see she’s found someone so protective of her. Someone who knows the caliber of woman he’s been blessed to know and is treating her accordingly.”

A smile eased onto your lips and you switched the channel, “Thank you, for what you said, and not hitting him.”

Tom felt a weak chuckle leave him, “Trust me, I wanted to.”

You giggled again, “Oh yes, I could clearly tell with that scowl and glare of yours.” He chuckled again, “If looks could kill.”

A few clicks later he let out a soft, “Ooh, um, that travel flick we missed the other day is on,” a few clicks later you were both watching Last Holiday on your screens, a knock on your door had you set the phone down on the bed to fetch your pizza. Through the door you grinned at the delivery guy that accepted your bills grinning at your large tip while your eyes shifted to the boy behind him.

“My brother had to tag along for a bit, sorry.”

You shook your head and agreed to the picture they asked for and signed the notebook the boy had offered you he giddily hugged for his walk out to the car again as you went back into your room. The pizza was set on the bed and you raised your phone to hear him accepting his own pizza widening your grin. Dinner and a movie over the phone would have to do for now until you both had to go to bed, promising to text one another in the morning.

Pt 11

#Tom Hiddleston x Reader OC

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Is It Always True Love? - Chapter 26

Your POV

7 years later. You are 25, Camila is 24, about to be 25. You just got back from an insane tour. The girls are starting to do a lot more acoustic music for the ballads, so you are also on stage with them. Ally and Troy recently got married, Lauren is rocking the womanizer lifestyle, and Dinah and Normani are happy with their boyfriends.

Camila and I simultaniously take a deep breath when we plop down on our couch. “That was a long tour.” Camila mumbles, taking off her jacket. Ok Y/n. Do it now. You guys are both tired, that tour was the 13th, and it’s starting to get a little repetitive for Camz. Give her something to look foreword too.

“Uh Camila?” I ask, turning to her. She looks worried. Oh, I used her full name. She thinks something’s wrong. I kneel down in front of her pulling out the box, holding it in my palm, not opening it yet. Camila covers her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. “I know the beginning of our relationship wasn’t exactly the most relaxing thing ever, but I’ve always known it was you. There’s never been another option for me. I love you, with everthing I have. And if you let me, I’ll do that for the rest of my life. Camila,” I open the box, Camila’s eyes getting wider at the ring. “will you let me be your wife?”

Camila nods her head rapidly, standing up, and I do the same, relaxing a little bit. I stand in front of her, and she smiles at me. I lean in, kissing her softly, Camila moving one of her hands to my nape. “I thought you were gonna say no.” I breathe, Camila laughing lightly as she looks down at the ring.

I take it out of the box, and Camila holds out her hand. I slide it on, my smile growing, along with Camila’s when it’s on her finger. “Why would I ever say no?” She asks, before crashing our lips together.

4 years later. You’re 29, Camila just turned 29. You’re happily married, recently moving into a house in West Hollywood. Lauren recently found a girlfriend, her name is Lucy, who’s 24, and they are happy. Ally and Troy just had their first baby, a little girl names Emily. Dinah and her boyfriend Nela are engaged, and Normani and her, now husband, just got married.

I walk into the house, Lauren and I deciding to get some beer after the studio, and we went back to her house to watch the Patriots/ Dolfins game. I kick off my shoes, and hang up my keys, sliding off my jacket, and hanging it on the front hall closet door knob.

It was late, it was like 10, and I was expecting Camila to be asleep, but when I walked into the bedroom she wasn’t. “Hey baby.” I smile, walking over to the bed, kissing her forehead lightly.

“Hey.” She replies, looking up from her book. I walk into the bathroom, about to get ready for the night. “Hey, hurry up. I have some news.” Camila says from the bedroom. I don’t know what that news was, but I was excited. I brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a messy bun.

I take off my jeans and sweatshirt, putting them in the hamper, then I go into the closet, grabbing a pair of sweatpants, and changing my real bra over to a sports bra. I walk into the bedroom, sitting beside Camila on the edge of the bed.

“What’s up?” I ask, laying a hand on her thigh, it being exposed due to the oversized t-shirt she was wearing.

“Ok, now I still have to double check. But I’m late and I took a pregnancy test today and it was positive.” Camila smiles. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I was finally having a baby with Camila. She’s pregnant. She’s having my baby! I crash my lips into hers.The love of my life was going to have my baby, and s/he was going to be perfect, and they’ll play- “Don’t get too over excited, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning to double check.” Camila smiles aginst my lips.

“We’re having a baby.”

5 years later. You’re 34 and Camila is 33. You and Camila are a happy little family with your oldest son Lucas Alejandro (4 y.o.), oldest daughter Sophia Marie (2 y.o.), and your youngest son Joseph Michael (3 months). Lauren and her girlfriend recently got married, Ally and Troy have 6 kids, Normani and Masi have 2, Dinah and Nela have 5. The girls have been on a break since Sophia was born because Normani and Dinah got pregnant around the same time. Fifth Harmony is taking time off to be with their families and raise their kids.

I feel 2 little bodies jumping up and down on my bed. “¿Cuántas veces te he dicho que no saltar en la cama?" (How many times have I told you not to jump on the bed?)Camila mumbles at the little bodies. I hear giggles. When I open my eyes, I see my beautiful son and daughter jumping up and down.

I wrap my arms around them, pulling them both down to lay on my chest, ticking them both, one with each hand. I look over at Camila, who’s head was now propped up on her elbow, smiling at the scene in front of her.

"Good morning.” I smile, leaning over, kissing Camila softly. “And good morning to you two little rascals.” I smile, continuing to tickle to 4 and 2 year olds in my arms.

“Mama! Stop!” Luke laughs. I still haven’t gotten over them calling me Mama. I stop, and the kids sit up, Luke climbing over to Camila with open arms. He was such a Mommy’s boy. But not my beautiful little Sophia, she was a Mama’s girl.

“Shh. Baby not up yet.” Sophia whispers, putting her finger to my lips.

“Oh right. Camz, he should probably eat.” I say turning to Camila. She nods, sitting Luke next to me and disappearing into Joey’s room. “Alright, who wants some waffels?” I ask, grabbing both children, holding one in each arm as we walk down stairs.

“I’m 4. I can walk.” Luke states, pushing on my shoulder. I laugh lightly, putting him down, Sophia yawning a bit, and snuggling up to my chest.

“Do you want to go back to bed sweetie? You don’t have to be up yet. It’s Saturday, you can still sleep.” I mumble, kissing her forehead, moving her brunette locks out of her face.

“No.” She says simply. When we make it down the stairs we discover Lauren and Lucy sitting at my kitchen table.

“Hey Lo, Lucy.” I smile, setting Sophia down in a chair, Luke already climbing into one.

“Hey.” Lauren smiles. I walk over to the freezer, pulling out the frozen waffels, popping 2 into the toaster.

“What brings you guys here so early?” I ask, turning around, and leaning against the counter.

“What? Is there something wrong with me wanting to see my beautiful god daughter and nephew?” Lauren asks slightly offended, smiling at the kids.

“Well when it’s 7 am on a Saturday, yes.” I laugh, Lauren rolling her eyes.

“Lucy and I were going to go to the gym, and wanted to know if you wanted to come?” Lauren asks, standing up.

“No, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us, don’t we kids?” I ask, resting a hand on each of the kids’ heads. I feel them nod. “And what are we doing today?”

“We’re going to swim lessons, then I have a birthday party for Jackson, then Sofi is going to her firend Kelly’s house.” Lucas smiles. I look up at Lauren who looks impressed.

“That’s exactly right buddy.” I smile, kissing his forehead. I hear the toaster pop up, and walk over to the counter, grabbing 2 of the kiddy plates, putting one on each, and spreading peanut butter across them. “Maybe tomorrow, I have to give Camz some warning though.” I mumble, putting bananas on each of the kid’s plates, then putting them in front of them.

“Alright. I’ll call tonight to double check.” Lauren smiles, before her and Lucy leave. Then Camila walks in the room, holding my new baby boy.

“Was that Lauren?” She asks, handing me Joey.

“Yeah, she wanted to know if I wanted to come to the gym, so I had Luke explain to her our schedule for the day.” I tell Camz, then looking down to the smiling baby. His big brown eyes were shining up into mine. “Hey buddy.” I smile, kissing his cheek.

“You already knew the schedule? Nice job.” Camila smiles high giving Luke who was smiling. Camila walks over to the fridge, grabbing the remainder of Joey’s bottle from about 3 hours ago, heating it up.

“I barely got a kiss this morning.” I pout walking over to Camila who smiles, kissing me gently. “That’s more like it.” I smile, adjusting Joey so he’s in just my left arm as Camila hands me the bottle. I put it in his mouth, he automatically starts to eat.

He puts his little hands over mine, resting them there. “He’s beautiful.” Camila mumbles, wrapping her arms around my waist, and resting her chin on my shoulder.

“Yeah. I still think he looks like you.” I look up at my other children who were finishing their bananas. “They look like me though.” I mumble, turning my head so I was face to face with Camila. I lean in, kissing her softly, then the kids clear their plates.

“Do you want me to take them?” Camila asks. I nod, wanting a little more alone time with my baby boy. She smiles, pecking my lips, then walks over to the kids, helping them put their banana peels in the trash, then their plates in the dishwasher.

Camila lifts Sofi up, putting her on one hip, and Luke leads the way as the 3 of them head upstairs. I look down and notice Joey’s done with his bottle. I take it out of his mouth, putting it on the counter for now, draping a baby blanket over my shoulder, and putting him up on it, patting his back to burp him.

I walk around the kitchen, humming a song, I don’t quite know what song it was, I think it might have been a melody the girls were working on in the studio. Once he was burped, I walk him upstairs, and see that Luke and Sofi are now dressed in their swimsuits, and are just putting on shorts and a t-shirt over it, Camila’s in the corner packing their bag.

“Are you going to shower first?” Camila asks as Joey and I come into the room.

“We showered last night.” I smirk, Camila smiling back and biting her lip before turning back to the bag. I put Joey in his play pen, then I go into the closet, putting on a clean pair of sweatpants, a clean sports bra, and a t-shirt. I slide on some socks, and come back into the room to see Luke ‘reading’ a book to Sofi, while Camila is getting dressed in the corner. Joey wasn’t crying, so I’m assuming he’s fine.

I sit on the bed, sliding on my sneakers, and when I look up Camila is in yoga pants and a nike sweatshirt. Thank the fucking lord. “I love you.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“I love you too. And I’d really like to make this a cute moment, but we have to leave.” She mumbles against my lips. I groan, turning around and grabbing the diaper bag, then grabbing Joey. I leave the room while Camila rounds up the other two.

I go downstairs, buckling Joey into his car seat, and grabbing said carseat with said baby in it as my family and I head out the door. We walk to the car, and I put Joey in first because he was in the middle, then Sofi who was behind the driver’s seat while Camila put in Luke.

Once we got them in, I went in front of Sofia, Camila in the passenger seat, and we headed out to start our day.

12 years later. You and Camila are 46. Luke is 16, Sofia is 14, Joey (now Joe) is 12, and the baby of the family Maria is 10. Lauren and Lucy now have twins, Michael and Marcus who are 7. Ally and Troy haven’t had any more kids. Dinah and Nela now have 8 (which wasn’t a surprise to anyone). Normani and Masi have 3. The girls are currently in the studio to release their new album, which they’ll go on tour for this summer.

“Please Ma, I’ll be home by 11.” Luke pleads. He wanted to go out with his friends, but I told him he couldn’t go because he had an early soccer practice in the morning.

“Buddy, I’m sorry. You can’t. You aren’t going to want to go to soccer in the morning, and you have to. You have championships this week. Next weekend bud.” I say, Luke huffing in annoyance. I kiss his forehead, and go back up to my room where Camila was reading her book on the bed. “Hey.” I say, plopping down next to her.

“Did Luke finally give up?” Camila asks, putting her book away and laying her head on my chest.

“Yeah. But I give him credit for asking this early instead of 5 minutes before he was leaving.” I say, putting my arm around her and pulling her closer. She nods, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Wanna fuck?” I ask, Camila laughing lightly before looking up at me.

“I don’t think so. You get bonus points for being romantic though.” Camila laughs before kissing me softly. “Maybe tomorrow when they all are at soccer.” Camila smiles, kissing me again.

“Sweet! Morning sex!” I smile, Camila rolling her eyes. “I love you.” I mumble, pulling her even closer so she’s sitting on my lap, her arms now wrapped around my neck.

“I love you too.” She mumbles, nuzzling into my neck.

A/n: Ok, I know it’s a little more than 15 years, but I think things get more exciting when the kids are older. More… drama?? Sorry for mistakes, I would love feedback, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.

#UPDATE #series #non AU #g!p #/you #submission #Is It Always True Love

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Why Do I Keep Doing This to Myself?

Idolm@ster Cinderella Girls / Jougasaki Mika/Ohtsuki Yui

Summary: Mika has a well earned day off from being the country's #1 Charisma Gal (tm). But after spending years running from one place to another, she finds there isn't much to do without the chaos of her job. Thankfully, her girlfriend knows how to make every day a little less boring.

Read on ao3 / give me a ko-fi?

Mika couldn’t remember the last time she had a day off.

Rolling onto her side, the weight of the blanket pressed against her body. Rika had left for the office hours ago. She had a gig with Decoration today and Mika had already set up the DVR the night before to record the program. The midday sun shone through the gap between the curtains that adorned her windows. Even without an alarm clock, Mika’s body had instinctively woken her up at 8 a.m. So she lied there, checking her phone and falling in and out of sleep until the clock had lazily spun forward to just past noon. She had shrugged her blanket off her body somewhere during the course of her morning in and traced the cold of the sheets with her toes.

Her stomach let out a low growl and Mika rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. She picked up her phone, looking at the stream of messages and Snapchats from everyone back at the agency. Opening Snapchat, Mika’s eyes skipped the long line of names until she reached Yui - saved with the name of “My Girl” followed by a multitude of sparkling hearts and a slowly building Snapchat streak. The picture lit up on the screen, Yui taking a selfie in the brightness of the dance studio. Yui held up a peace sign and stuck out her tongue, a tied up cherry stem resting on top of it. It was captioned: “Guess I’m pretty good with my tongue huh babe~ ;)” and decorated with heart emojis.

Mika buried her face in her pillow. If she could cringe, roll her eyes, groan, sigh, pinch the bridge of her nose, and crawl into a hole all at once she would. Instead, she resigned herself to taking a picture of her headboard, feeling too naked without makeup on to send anything close to a selfie. She carefully arranged the face-palm emoji in lines of five before sending it out. Her head was dizzy and she sat up in bed. The picture that Yui had sent was with her back facing the wall-mirrors that lined one side of the studio. They had gone out to choose that tank-top she was wearing together, talking about how chic the practically backless design was. Now, midday with nothing to do, Mika couldn’t keep her mind off the dip of Yui’s back and the outline of her skin against the fabric of the sports bra.

Wow, she really needed to do something else.

Opening the curtains sounded like a good idea. Mika got up, stretching out her stiff arms and reaching over to let the light into her room. It was sunny and she opened the window just enough to let the breeze in. She scooped up the pile of clothes she’d left behind the night before after coming home at some ungodly hour and unceremoniously dumped them in the laundry hamper. Picking up a hoodie and tiny gym shorts, Mika figured a shower was all she needed for now. A bath could wait until later tonight but she could still feel the cling of last night’s perfume and the places where her foundation hadn’t come off completely.

On her way to the bathroom, Mika flipped through the rest of the Snapchats she had ignored earlier in favor of prioritizing her girlfriend. The LiPPS group chat was as unintelligible as ever - though it seemed Kanade, Syuko, and Frederica were currently in a competition to see who could get the most candid shots of Arisu during a Project Krone meeting. Mika sent them a shot of her hallway with a timestamp and was immediately met with messages about how lucky she was to get a day off. She grinned as it generated just the response she expected. Shrugging off her shirt, Mika was nearly ready to get into the shower when her phone buzzed with another snap from Yui.

The picture was of Yui’s hand (Mika noticed she was wearing the bracelets they had picked out together on a date last week) making a peace sign (again?) in front of a vending machine. The rest of Yui’s fingers were precariously holding onto the top of a Pocari Sweat and Mika could barely make out Chinatsu standing off to the side. This one wasn’t captioned but it wasn’t hard to imagine the scene. Yui had probably overdone it during lessons and Chinatsu, ever the responsible guardian over her best friend, had probably gone with her for a much needed hydration sesh.

Mika rolled the options around in her head. If she didn’t respond, she would ruin their streak and Yui would make a big fuss about it like she had the last time it happened. But, there wasn’t much to snap without it being awkward. She was already half-naked and while the giant mirror in her bathroom was usually her pride and joy, it made for an inconvenience when she wanted to take pics without exposing herself. Looking around, the only viable item seemed to be a pile of towels stacked on a shelf by the door into the bath. It was tucked away enough to be free from the voyeurism of the mirror but obviously signaled where she was. She took a quick picture, captioning it with “BRB gotta shower babe - don’t get any weird ideas ♥” before putting her phone on top of her clothes.

When the hot water finally hit her skin and the steam helped clear her mind, Mika spent about half an hour wondering why in the world she had sent that.

“Onee-chan! Can you see me?”

Rika’s grinning face took up nearly the entire screen as their Facetime started, “I can see you~ Maybe a little too well. You need to work on choosing the right angles, Rika.”

“Boo! I can totally hit the right angles,” Rika said, the image shifting to a more reasonable distance, “What’cha doin’? Right now, Kirari and Miria are taking pictures together!”

“Hm? Nothing much,” Mika glanced at the dishes she had left in the sink after lunch - she made a pretty damn good seafood pasta. She’d have to make it for Yui some time. “I ate a little bit ago and now I’m not sure what to do. Maybe I’ll play one of your video games.”

“Wha- no fair! You’re gonna clear all the levels before I get to!”

Rika looked adorable with her pouty face and scrunched up eyebrows. Mika wanted to be there in person so she could give her little sister a flick on the forehead. But because technology hadn’t progressed that far yet, she grinned and said, “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll read some magazines or something. We’ll play together some other time.”

“Yay!” Rika grinned, “You know, earlier today, Ranko was talking about…”

After about half an hour of chatting, Rika had to hang up to begin their recording. Mika was proud of her younger sister, but with her days usually so busy with work, they two of them didn’t get much time to spend together. She got up from the couch, walking towards the dishes that had been ignored for a few hours. Feeling the hot water hit her hands, Mika shuddered and looked up towards the clock on the kitchen counter. It was almost four - the day having passed without anything at all having been done. If she had been in the office today, she probably would have finished up one job and would be on transit to the next site. Or maybe, she would be packing up after a hard day’s work to hit her favorite karaoke places with Rina and Yui. Or she would have been trying to fix LiPPS’ newest mess.

Mika shook the water off her hands after placing the last dish on the rack. Checking the clock again, it had only moved forward fifteen minutes. She wiped whatever water was left on her hoodie and picked up her phone, only to be greeted by a screen full of notifications. They were all from Yui and Mika opened up the newest message. It had been sent a minute ago and asked, “Are you home, babe?”

Looking through the previous twenty or so messages - all of them variations of “Mika” and “my beautiful girlfriend” and “i want to see you” - she turned her attention back to the most recent. “Yeah, I’m home” she responded, following up with a sticker of a pink cat with a large question mark.

“Awesome!!!!” Sent with a sticker of a yellow puppy with its tail wagging. No more messages.

Mika could guess what Yui was up to. She made her way upstairs, looking through her closet for something better to wear. Even though she loved her girlfriend, her reputation as a charismatic gyaru was in jeopardy if she ever went out dressed like this. Just as Mika was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, she heard the doorbell ring. It was thirty minutes from when Yui had sent that last message - about the same amount of time it took to get to her house from the office. Adjusting her bangs in the mirror, Mika came downstairs and opened the door to Yui with a big grin on her face.

“Hey, babe!” Yui said, hands totally not suspiciously behind her back, “I thought I’d come surprise you since I finished my work early today. You can, like, totally take in how awesome of an idol your girlfriend is.”

“You’re an awesome idol, but you have some work to do on being awesome at surprises,” Mika smiled and poked Yui’s forehead, “I could tell what you were up to, you little scamp~”

“Aw man, you’re too sharp for me Mika,” Yui knitted her brows together, “And here I thought I was really gonna wow you today. But, if you’re so clever, I guess you won’t need this.” From behind her, Yui brought out a trendy looking cake box. Splashed onto the side was the logo for an extra-famous and extra-trendy cake restaurant from Shibuya that Mika had been dying to go visit for weeks. Mika stared at the box in dumb surprise while Yui opened it up with a smug look of triumph, “One orange mille feuille for you madame~”

“How did you-?”

“Well, me and Rina were picked to be the poster girls for this place’s ‘Take Over Shibuya with Fashion’ campaign so we went to the store today! The producer sweet talked the manager into letting us get away with some of the goods,” Yui’s grin turned sheepish, “I-I know you’ve been eyeing this place so… Yeah… C-Come on, babe, say something.”

Mika grabbed Yui’s wrist, pulling her through the doorway. Closing the door behind her, Mika pulled Yui in for a kiss. The cake box between them prevented it for lasting more than a few seconds but Mika hoped she got her feelings across. She could feel the blush creeping up along her neck - she wasn’t usually the one to initiate affection between them. But this was a happy exception. Yui stood for a second, mouth agape and eyes wide. She spun on her heel, placing the box on top of the cabinet near the door before tackling Mika against the door.

“Mi~ka! I’m happy you like it!” Yui grinned, touching their foreheads together.

“Of course I like it,” Mika said, wrapping her arms around Yui’s waist, “You’re the best girlfriend ever, Yui.”

She brought her girlfriend into another kiss, tasting the remnants of Yui’s lip gloss from earlier that day. Mika felt her blush creep towards her ears as Yui deepened the kiss. Their lips parted for each other and Mika’s head was starting to feel dangerously empty except for the smell of Yui’s perfume and the lingering image of her in that open-backed tank top…

Mika let out a small yell when she felt a hand slip under her shirt, fingers lazily tracing circles around the small of her back. Yui tilted her head to the side, kissing along Mika’s jaw and towards her ear. Another hand slipped under her shirt and Mika’s hips were pushed closer until they were flush with Yui’s. Mika struggled to find the energy to speak, out of breath from their kiss and barely able to manage above a whisper.

“Y-Yui, wait a second,” Mika said, biting her lip as Yui moved down towards her neck, “Y-Yui…!”

“Hn?” Yui looked up, tongue sticking out just past her lips and eyes wide, “O-Oh wait, I went too far again, huh?” Yui drew her hands back, taking a step away from Mika and staring towards the corner where the floor and door frame met, “S-Sorry…”

Mika readjusted her clothes - she loved Yui but her girlfriend was a bit of a hair-trigger. This was why they always had to be careful when they were out together. Who knew who was watching them and Mika wasn’t going to give the tabloids the pleasure of leaking her relationship out to the masses. Yui wrung her hands together and was making tiny circles with the tip of her shoe, like a child that had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Mika smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead.

“It’s okay, Yui. Come on, let’s go eat this cake together since you brought it over,” Mika took the box and walked past Yui, neck still a flushed red, “A-And maybe later we could, um, y’know… Keep going.”

Yui turned her head around at break-neck speed and said, “Y-Yeah! Totally, dude! Babe!” She nearly stumbled over the step from the entrance of Mika’s house up into the hallway as she tried to kick off her shoes. As they walked into the living room, Yui let her hand hover out a few times towards Mika’s waist until the other girl took it and placed it there herself. The two settled down on the couch and took in the pleasing visuals of the cake box. Even the plastic forks they gave out were chic! They took plenty of pictures that they could post later and dug in. Yui got cream from her strawberry shortcake around her mouth and Mika happily wiped it away with a decorated napkin.

After they had eaten the cake, they had sat around and talked about their days until Yui had fallen asleep while Mika was posting the cakes on Instagram. Yui had curled up on one side of the couch, face buried in the crook of her arm. Mika thought she looked like a puppy and decided to make her little comparison a reality. She finally managed to make Snapchat recognize Yui’s face long enough for her to get a picture of her sleeping girlfriend with the dog filter. Sitting back down on the couch, Mika mulled over what she could caption a picture like this. Writing anything out seemed too sappy and just the thought of it made her cheeks warm. Eventually she decided to just put a sticker of an orange heart in the corner.

“Perfect,” Mika whispered, saving the image onto her phone. But, ultimately Mika was a creature of habit. She had intended to send the picture to Yui - it would have been cute to see her reaction afterwards at the candid after all. However, almost instinctively, Mika’s fingers had tapped several other contacts. Notably: the LiPPS group chat, Rika, the group chat she shared with Yui and Rina, Miho, and her story. When she realized what she had done, she had already pressed send.

A minute after she had sent it/posted it/done that incredibly stupid thing, Mika was hit with a flood of messages from LiPPS. Then came the messages from the others. In response, Rina sent a picture she had taken a while back of a sleeping Takumi with cat ears drawn on it. Miho was surprised that the two of them were so close that Yui came to hang out with them on their day off. The poor, oblivious girl. Rika immediately jumped to complaining about how it wasn’t fair that Yui got to hang out with her sister instead of her. And there were only more people sending her messages because of the post on her story.

For the second time that day, Mika wondered why in the world she had sent something like that.

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It Gets Worse

You head over for Kate’s for just after 7.00. You don’t know who else will be there, but you hope not too many. Kate was a great friend, and you really needed some alone time with her, just too talk things over, get your head right. Because who knew what horrors tomorrow would be bring? You arrive at Kate’s rather large but modest dwelling, to be greeted at the door by Kate, and another girl, Florence. You are slightly surprised to see Florence – you weren’t ever aware of her and Kate being particularly close, and wonder why she was invited. As you are invited in, you notice that you are also dressed far more conservatively than the other girls; your tight blue jeans and dark blue woollen sweater were worn because you thought this would be a quiet night in, but it seems to have more of an upbeat, party atmosphere. Kate hands you a drink, which tastes like it has a hint of vodka in it, and you start to really take in what kind of night tonight is. Kate is normally like you – relatively conservative, not nerdy, but not exactly the most outgoing of people, yet tonight she has allowed her long brown hair to flow down her back instead of the normal uptight ponytail. She’s also showing off her normally somewhat hidden body, wearing a nice and bright orange flowy sundress. You also suspect she may be slightly tipsy, the way she unsteadily moves forward to hug you. “Heyyy, how are you doing?! Come and say hi to everyone!” You don’t even have a second to let Kate know the terrible events of earlier on when you’re pushed into the next room, to be greeted by another 4 girls your age, all holding drinks and excitedly chatting to one another. You look around, noticing that apart from Kate and another girl named Molly, most of the girls here are like Florence – in that you’d never have expected them to be there. You suddenly jump up in shock, noticing that one of the only people in the world that you really didn’t want to see tonight is here. Your mood, already low, turns noticeably worse when you make eye contact with Jemma. But before you have time to make sense of the anger, resentment, and embarrassment that is boiling up inside of you, Jemma surprises you – she runs forward and hugs you like a long lost friend. “I’m sorry about earlier on, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen, I just wanted to make everyone laugh. Really, I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me?” You don’t know quite what to say. Maybe she really was sorry? She only gave you a mini wedgie, it was Tilly you should be really angry at, right? But then she didn’t stop what happened afterwards, she encouraged it even. The rest of the room has stopped chatting, the girls all looking puzzled at why you haven’t responded. Most of them weren’t even there at the time, and probably have no idea that you were seriously embarrassed earlier. You don’t know what to say. You stand there, momentarily stunned, with your mouth wide open. Suddenly you feel yourself getting hot, you have to leave this room. Kate runs after you into the next room, almost stumbling in her dress. “Hey, what’s up. Whats wrong? What was that all about?” As you tell Kate what happened, you watch her recoil in horror. You remember just how good a friend she was, as she comforts and listens to you. When you tell her just how Mr Wilkins saw you in your knickers, she doesn’t laugh like you expect everyone else wouldThe more you speak, the more relaxed you become. She soon realises why you don’t want Jemma, or any of her other friends like Florence there, but when you ask her if they can leave, Kate gives you a look of almost pity. “Look, I know she wasn’t that nice to you earlier, but she saved me in class today. You know Mark, the footballer, well he tried to give me a wedgie during Science, while we were doing a practical in front of the class. Jemma stopped him just in time. So I thought I owed her one, and it would be good to make friends outside our group, so I, erm, invited her and a couple of her friends over for tonight. That’s cool yeah?” You suppose it makes sense. Maybe you did have Jemma wrong, and you start to feel guilty about how you acted earlier. You say it’s okay, but you still have to know why everyone is so dressed up. Jemma, Florence, Molly and the rest were all wearing either dresses like Kate or tights or leggings with small, skimpy shirts. You thought this was going to be a chilled night? Kate calms you down again though, just saying she wanted everyone to make a little effort to look nice for each other, and telling you not to worry – because you look beautiful anyway. You smile at Kate, complimenting her on her dress and her hair. Who were you to ruin her night, you resolve to make things up with Jemma and be good for Kate. 5 minutes later you are upstairs with the other girls, in Kate’s rather large room. You’re doing your best to be cool and nice, but you just can’t fully relax. Something isn’t right. For a start you feel like you stick out like saw thumb – all the other girls have put effort into their appearance, Jemma was wearing tight black leggings and a revealing white tee, Florence and Kate were wearing sundresses, while Molly was padded out in black tights, denim shorts, and a checked shirt let her ginger hair shine. All of this heightened how little you had put into your own appearance – your jumper felt frumpier by the second. You’ve spent so much time in this room throughout your childhood, yet you didn’t feel at all comfortable. Something was different. The pink walls and polaroid photos of Kate’s various adventures that were stuck on them were the same, but it wasn’t right. It was messy. It felt like Kate was allowing Jemma and her friends free reign all over the place, and they were abusing it. Draws were open, clothes were strung out around the floor, and the double bed was crinkled from a gaggle of girls rolling around on it. You would never have treated it like this. Kate seemed alright with this whole debacle.. Though you wonder if she just really wanted to be in with Jemma’s crowd. Would she really sell herself out like this though? These girls were running riot. The effect of a couple of drinks were starting to kick in too. You weren’t nearly as drunk as the rest of the girls, but tried to look interested and even excited as they opened up Kate’s laptop to go on Omegle. How can this be fun? But you start to feel yourself relax as the girls get into funny conversations with other groups of boys. They start to become more and more flirtatious, and the bad feeling that was in your stomach only a couple of minutes ago seems to have disappeared. You laugh as you watch the girls getting more and more adventurous. They realised that they could easily get the boys on the screen to almost anything they want, as long as they give something in return. At first, it’s light and pretty easy. They ask one boy to take off his shirt in return for some cleavage from Florence, who slowly moves towards the screen, and pulls down on the front of light blue sundress, revealing a lacey black bra. The boy then carries on chatting for a bit, before the girls get bored and quickly move on. They go through a couple more conversations, with no lads getting anything more than light cleavage from Jemma’s friends. You, Kate and Molly aren’t really involved. Yet. But then two boys popped up on the screen. Even from where you are sitting, which is towards the back of the group, you can see they are noticeably more good looking than previous chatters, despite their poor webcam quality. And they knew it. They quickly flirted with everyone. Jemma (who seemed to be in control of this) asked them what they would need to take their shirts off. The two boys almost simultaneously point to Kate, and ask her to show them her bra. You look over to one of your closest friends, expecting her to say no. This has clearly gone too far already. But Kate doesn’t do that. You can see the idea whirring around in her mind, her weighing up the options. Instead of looking at you for a nod of advice, she looks up to Jemma for instruction. How could she do that! Jemma nodded expectantly. She was pretty drunk at this point, and obviously wanted to see more of these boys. Kate stood up, breathing nervously you think, and walks over to the screen. She crouches down, and tries to lift her sundress below her bra, but the two boys are having none of it. “We can’t see anything” you hear them protest, slightly muffled by poor connection. Kate, sighs and says sorry. You think she is about to lean back and give up, but Jemma suddenly intervenes. You want to close your eyes as you see her jump behind Kate, grab the bottom of the orange dress, and lift it up. Kate barely has time to shriek as the dress exposes her cute long legs and white cotton thong to everyone behind her. You can do nothing to help as in an instant Jemma’s friend Florence joins in, grabbing the bottom and lifting it further up Kate’s back, showing more of your friends tanned body. You can see her past her matching white bra now. The boys start to smile as they see her white thong, shining against her slim gleaming slim figure. Kate is showing the whole room most of her body at this point, as the dress reaches her head. Before you know it they pull the dress right off Kate, who awkwardly jumps, and then crouches down in shock. Her hands try to cover her white thong and matching bra from not only the screen, but everyone. You feel for her, she looks completed embarrassed, she was not expecting this. You’ve known Kate a long time, but you’ve never known her to wear a thong before. And you knew she had a stunning figure, but you’d never taken in it like this. She’d never have revealed it before. This was quite the change of character. But however separate you felt earlier on in your conservative clothes, you think Kate must be feeling worse. In only her bra and thong, she started to go bright red. Most of her body was now on show, to some of these girls she barely even knew. No one has spoken yet, but Jemma breaks the silence by saying to the boys “well, you have 5 seconds before she gets her dress back, enjoy”. She pulls Kate up, getting her to stand up straight and let the boys see not only her bra, but her thong too. As she faces the camera, she has her back to you. You watch as her long brown hair obscures most of her back, leaving your eyes to take in her cheeks, separated only by white cotton, which had definitely dug itself in. The boys got far more than they bargained for. You can see they are in shock, a happy shock, but once the 5 seconds are over they close the chat. They obviously didn’t want to take their shirts off. Jemma apologises to Kate, who has tears in her eyes, but doesn’t make a fuss. “Don’t worry, it’ll probably be me next time Kate!”. As you watch Kate put her dress on, you feel the sinking feeling in your stomach return. “I need some air, I’ll back in 5 minutes guys” you say. As you walk to the toilet, you feel anger well up inside of you. How can you sit in a room and watch your best friend be bullied almost like you were? Why didn’t you defend Kate like she would have defended you? And why is Kate happy to let this happen? But most of all, you wonder what’s going to happen next. If Jemma did that to Kate, what would she do to you? There’s a knock at the door. It’s Kate. “Hey, it’s alright, we’re off that Omegle thing, now we’re chatting to Mark and stuff on Skype. Jemma got him to apologise to me in front of all his buddies. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Come out and join me!”. You open the door, and follow Kate back to her room. But as soon as you enter, you are forcibly pushed onto the bed.

You shut your eyes as you start to taste duvet. You’re quickly pinned down onto the bed, lying face down. Within seconds 3 or 4 hands lie on your back and push you flat down. As your head is pushed further into the duvet, all you can hear is a muffled sound, like you’re underwater. It is as if you’re separate from the rest of the room. Almost instantly you feel another 3 or 4 hands delve into your jeans, and grab onto your knickers. You’re powerless; there’s nothing you can do. Your body tenses up as you feel the hands clench the material, and suddenly pull it back up along your body. You squirm as you feel your knickers pulled along your back. You assume there must be two girls embarrassing you, you can almost feel 2 hands gripping the leg holes while another has scrunched up the material with one hand, and with the other hand had gripped the lace material at the top of your grey panties (you hadn’t changed from them from your ordeal earlier on today). You realise there’s no escape, absolutely nothing you can do will stop the impending pain you are about to face. As your underwear slowly rockets along the contours of your body, gradually stretching, you can’t help but wonder what the hell is happening? You struggle to lift your head up away from the covers, and look up towards the shining light from the laptop. You see a load of boys from your school laughing their heads off. Hell they looked in more pain than you, that’s how hard they were laughing. You realise that this must have been set up. Damn you Kate! Yet you find it’s impossible to think about such grand Shakespearian esque betrayal when the girls further pull on your underwear, almost lifting you right off the bed. You almost scream but your head is pushed down into the covers to muffle the sound. You feel the material further stretching out along your back, revealing more and more of your flesh to a room that felt like it was baying for blood. Your panties slowly apply more and more pressure on your most intimate areas, making you lurch around in pain, and your bum feels more and more prominent. You thank the Lord that you wore those prudish jeans tonight – a skirt or a mini dress like Kate, and you’re whole behind would be completely on show to the whole room, and probably to the webcam. Still, your behind was being pulled up into the air by your panties, with every eye in the room staring at it. As it was, you were facing the webcam directly; well you were at least positioned too. With your head buried in the duvet in shame, the boys could only see your hair; your face was at least covered from identification. You realise with a fright though, that they’re probably not looking at your head at all – instead past it, and straight at the two girls who had hold of your grey panties. The girls had changed the way they pulled too – before it was parallel to your back, but now it felt like they were lifting upwards. The boys must be looking at your bum, getting a great view of the top of your cheeks. Of course, there was nothing you can do to stop them seeing this. Your only comfort is that it could be considerably worse, couldn’t it? Once Jemma tells the girls to lay off your slightly worn out panties, the boy’s laughter thankfully stops. However the girls don’t move away from you, instead continuing to pin you to the bed like a prisoner, but at least the pain has subsided. You look into the webcam, taking in who you suppose you “audience” is. You wince in horror as you realise it’s Mark (the guy who tried to embarrass Kate today no less!) and a couple of his friends, who had just seen you lose a great deal of dignity. You briefly wonder there’s anyone left who hasn’t experienced you losing at least some dignity, such is the day you’re having. Jemma starts negotiating with Mark, suggesting something about “we stuck to our side, now stick to yours!” You’re pretty confused; clearly going leaving the group for only a few minutes was a terrible mistake. As you lay there with your panties still wedged up where they shouldn’t be, you wondered just how bad this could get? You didn’t want a repeat of this afternoon; you didn’t want to be left just in your underwear again. Mark shook his head, saying that “what you guys did to her was alright, pretty impressive for sure, but it wasn’t what we demanded”. You grow slightly hollow as you realise you were used as almost a bribe in a deal; that you weren’t equal to the rest of these girls – you were a commodity, easily manipulated and sold out in exchange for something better. You look over at Kate, who at least wasn’t wedging you, and sigh. Did she really just sell you out to give herself a leg up that social ladder? What happened to friendship eh? You ponder on this thought as Jemma jests Mark. “Well, we’ll see but happens. But first..there’s your side of the deal?” Mark looks a little surprised at this..and mumbled a weak response. You thought he was a brute, one of those guys who seemed to just have no emotions. It was a bit odd to see him so perplexed. “So, guess you’re not a real man who sticks to his word then Mark?” You suddenly realise how manipulative Jemma can be, as Mark changes his tune.. “No no, I am, and tell you what, I’ll prove it”. You look in horror as Mark and his friends turn on one boy in their group, a smaller guy in your year called Alex. Poor Alex was like you – completely defenceless, shocked, and embarrassed as they gave him a wedgie to forget. You felt for him – the boy was stripped to his boxers, and then wedgied by his closest friends in front of a group of girls that he would definitely see the next day. Mark was suddenly acting true to form. You start to feel better as you realise tonight might not be remembered for your embarrassment – but for someone else’s. After a couple of minutes, his boxers ripped, and he lay, almost sobbing to himself you thought. The girls, including Kate, sat there, laughing. You chuckled for a bit, but you couldn’t laugh. That could easily have been you. You felt for Alex. You wanted to help him. This wasn’t right, how could people be so horrible to each other. And to do something productive might make you feel better about your recent poor luck. Mark looked back into the camera, saying “there you go Jemma. Told you. Now, are you a real women, and able to give us what we actually asked? Or are you going to back down like you did before! Everyone looked at Jemma, who actually looked slightly taken aback. You wondered what Mark had meant by “before?” What had happened? Jemma regained control as always though, and quickly gave Mark food for though. “Okay” she said, “you want a girl stripped? Fine!”

You tighten your muscles as you sense déjà vu – another battle in which you were outnumbered and sure to end up embarrassed and humiliated beyond your greatest nightmares! Yet as you close your eyes in expectation of having your jeans forcibly pulled off to reveal you wegdie, you feel that hands that hold you prisoner release you. You blink quickly, suddenly realising that instead the hungry pack of wolves had gone, not for you, but for your friend, Molly, who had been pretty anonymous most of the night. You’d been so focused on your own distressing day that you’d actively forgotten about Molly, who dressed in tights, smallish denim shorts, and a nice black and white checked shirt (which made her red hair shine even brighter, as it draped round her shoulders), looked far more cuter than she normally did. However, her intriguing level of cuteness was no match for Jemma’s pack of girls, who, now including Kate, quickly grabbed a surprised Molly and pulled her onto the bed beside you. As you watched Molly struggle, you used the opportunity to leap up and pull out the wedgie which had been nagging your behind for the last few minutes. You feel a wonderful feeling full of relief as your bottom finally gets some respite from your grey knickers. Typically though, your feelings of happiness are shortlived. As you watched Molly squirm like you did a few minutes earlier, you feel your throat go dry in dishonour. The girls had Molly lying on her back, legs kicking in the air, hands desperately holding onto her denim shorts, of which the button had been pulled off, and the zip was slowly being wound down. You could see the look of terror in her face – her eyes were as wide as saucers in terror. Molly didn’t want her knickers exposed to Mark and his cronies as much as you did yours. How could you be letting this happen to your friend? Yet you feel completely powerless. All day you’ve haven’t been able to have a positive effect on anyone, let alone actually do something. You’ve been the victim. You decide there’s near nothing you can do – you couldn’t fight off those 4 girls before on your own, what makes you think you could now? Besides, you’d been through the experience of ending up in your panties enough times today. Still you feel for the usually quiet and reserved Molly, who although cute, struggled to gain attention from boys (mainly due to her being so damn shy and passive). You almost shed a tear for her as you watch her lose her battle with the tight shorts, which are slowly pulled down her thighs. At first you see the white glint of her pants, which are quickly uncovered and shown to the rest of the room. As the shorts arrive at her bent knee’s, the girls try to stretch her legs out while Mark and the boys on the webcam (as well as you and Jemma) get the full view of Molly’s slightly conservative (at least compared to Kate’s slim white thong) pale white bikini panties. You liked the small black polka dots that were visible through the dark tights she was wearing. Kate held onto to the top of Molly’s shorts as they passed by her feet in a flash. As you watched Kate high 5 Florence, you couldn’t help but despair at how she was selling out her friends to gain access to a new group. This wasn’t right. Something had to be up. Molly sat up on the bed, sitting now in just her tights and checked shirt, noticeably embarrassed that her underwear was visible. She leant forward, half covering her half covered underwear with one hand, and half reaching out for the return of her shorts with the other. Instead, Kate threw her shorts across the room, to another one of Jemma’s friends. Molly turned around, now on her hands and knees, with her rear almost in perfect eye contact level with your face. You take in the smooth contours of her ass, slightly annoyed by the tights that block full view. You chuckle at the small wedgie that has set in – she may be embarrassed but she didn’t know real pain! Still, you start to wonder just why Molly doesn’t get more attention. Molly certainly didn’t want attention right now however; as she charged at Jemma’s friend in a desperate attempt to regain her shorts. Jemma’s friend looked pretty panicked and taunted Molly right up until the last moment, before quickly chucking the shorts at Jemma. As Molly turns again, you realise just how this must play into Marks hands. The sight on show must be pretty erotic for the boys, even if they were just watching through a webcam. Mark had done well here. You looked over at Jemma, now in possession of the shorts, which had almost become some kind of replacement ball in a game of catch, of which Molly was the chaser. As you look closer, you soon realise Jemma didn’t look at all happy though, despite the circumstances (which you’re sure must be comical for her). At least not happy like the other girls. You remember how Mark mentioned “before”, and wondered if that was something to do with it. Maybe Jemma wasn’t as in control as you made out? Jemma looked dominant in her next move however. As Molly once again lunged towards at Jemma, Jemma suddenly jumped forwards, over and on top of your desperate friend. Molly found herself stuck on the bed, with Jemma lying on top of her, in a head to tail like fashion. You could see Molly struggling against the imposing weight of Jemma’s legs on top of her head, but the defeat was evident on her face. She almost gave up; easily letting Jemma gradually put her finger tips inside the waistband of the tights, and hook them in, tantalisingly close to Molly’s knickers. Was she about to stick to her words and bare all? Within seconds, Jemma was gradually peeling Molly’s tights right off her behind, and within inches of the laptop screen. Mark and his friends could hardly believe it – even Alex was sitting up, his recent humiliation now forgotten in place of Molly’s. As the darker tights were slowly removed, more of the shining underwear was on show. You realise you are actually quite excited to see Molly’s underwear clad bum without the tights, as only now you get a true picture. You have to pinch yourself; you had never noticed how shapely Molly’s bum was. And it looked pretty good in those white and black polka dots. Well, you suppose you had never actually seen it this uncovered, or this close up. The knickers had also bunched in and around Molly’s cheeks, showing more of her pale complexion. You could see the look of shame in Molly’s eyes – she knew that the boys were seeing her at her lowest – completely overpowered. Jemma carried on majestically dragging Molly’s tights down her legs, past her glistening knickers, past her pale calf’s and soon right off her entire body. Molly had truly been pantsed. Jemma, throwing the tights and shorts to the other side of the room, stood up away from Molly. The ginger girl pulled herself into an egg like position, shivering in embarrassment. She had brought her legs right up to her chest, and although it might have made her feel safer, it certainly didn’t shield any eyes from her pussy. Mark and his friends were absolutely wetting themselves through the webcam, partly in tears and partly throw their general horniness. You doubted they’d see what they’d seen so far tonight many times again. As Molly sat there in just her checked shirt and underwear, Mark pushed Jemma into going the whole way. “Wow, well done Jemmy, I didn’t think you’d even go that far”. “Well, you know how, er, we roll” Jemma tried to suavely reply. You could smell the nervousness coming from her voice. She was uncomfortable with this. You didn’t know whether to be happy with Jemma or not. It was her fault your friend was in this position, yet perhaps she didn’t want her to be. Mark was forcing her to do this. He must know something about her that no one else does, no? Maybe you could help Jemma? Or find out what was going on between her and Mark, and put a stop to this? “Hey Jemma, I wouldn’t be so confident, you said you’d strip her naked? She’s still got her knickers on!” And with that the boys on screen started to holler even more, sensing they might be even luckier tonight. As you watched them in semi disgust, you heard Molly emit a high pitched squeal. She was starting to cry. Your poor friend. You really felt for Molly right now. You’d hate to be in her position. Surely Jemma must feel sympathy for Molly. This has to end now. Jemma had gone this far, and she certainly wasn’t stopping now. She gently lent over Molly, slowly dominating her. She grabbed hold of the bottom of her checked shirt, without any resistance from the defenceless girl. As the loose shirt was lifted, Molly’s underwear was now completely uncovered, the white garments with the black polka dots the only thing protecting her from true humiliation. Almost in slow motion, Jemma held up her arms, sliding the shirt over her body. With Molly’s arms above her head, she looked open, defenceless, and almost like a child being dressed by a mum. You shiver, looking at how easily Molly had just given up. Where was her fight? Her flat stomach was revealed, and soon the bottom of her bra too. It looked to you as if it was matching her panties, black and white polka dots. Molly looked cute in her knickers, with Jemma now struggling to remove the checked shirt from her head. It seemed it had got stuck, and you couldn’t see Molly’s face, but you could be certain she wasn’t happy. You had to help your friend; she wasn’t ending up naked tonight, not on your account, no way. “Jemma, stop. Right now. Look at yourself, this is ridiculous”. If you were going to stand up for your friend, you were going to have speak as if you were in authority. Jemma looked up in surprise, obviously engrossed in trying to untangle Molly from her shirt. “What? Pfft, shut up, or this’ll be you, silly bitch!” You can’t believe she just called you that, who did she think she was? In your friend’s house, this was no place for her to be throwing her weight around. Still, although you could feel your anger growing, you knew you must remain calm. You have to be careful. “Well Jemma, why don’t you stop being Mark’s bitch and let her go. It’s gone far enough”. You nervously shot a look at the video screen, the boys leaning in, clearly intrigued. You thought they’d be angry, that they weren’t getting their naked chick? Maybe they thought they be getting even luckier? How could they be even luckier?! Jemma didn’t say anything for a second. You could see a range of emotions sprawled across her face, as stunned went into hurt and then into anger. “How dare you, who do you, think you are? If you’re that desperate for Molly to be let go, how about you throw yourself in there?” She gestured towards the girl, whose arms were still hanging in the air, Molly’s vision still blocked by her own shirt. As the aggression inside you grows, you forget all about your horrid day, the public stripping in Pe, the wedgie in front of Mark, and just let loose. You wildly jump at Jemma, knocking her onto the bed away from the still blinded Molly (still only in her bra and panties) and try to make her realise her wrongdoings. But as you lie on top of Jemma, softy pinching her face, wondering whether to slap her, you wonder what the hell you are doing? Is it fair to take out your rubbish day on Jemma? I mean she must have issues with Mark, is it you right to get involved? Shouldn’t you just leave her too it? But as she you ponder these issues, you soon notice your chance of control and somewhat vengeance has been missed. Jemma’s friends pull you away from her, back onto the bed, lying on your back, now once again completely outnumbered. You quickly think of how just much of an idiot you were less than 10 seconds ago. You had the chance to ruin Jemma, and now she was going to ruin you. Or at least her friends were. Numerous hands were all over your body, some grabbing your arms or legs; others were at the zip of your jeans, others at the bottom of your shirt. You didn’t know which ones to fight, where to start, or how to get out? Shit, this was bad. The zip on your jeans was frantically undone, and you felt your jeans slowly start to move away from you. Feminine fingers had curled into the top of your jeans, and were sliding them down your legs. You move your arms to try and block them, realising you really had “thrown yourself in there”. You were about to get stripped plain and simple. And with only a nearly naked Molly (who was still stuck in her shirt) in the room to help you, your options weren’t looking good. You try to think of a way out of this, as more fingers curl round the bottom of your jumper, grabbing it and pulling up, away from you’re the bottom of your stomach. Soon you can’t even see your quickly uncovering legs, as the jumper is pulled further up. You realise that now Mark and every other boy looking at that screen has probably realised that your exciting grey lacey panties match your bra – you must look like such a slut too them. Your limbs stretched out along the bed, as you now become like Molly, and begin to surrender control. You feel your jeans slowly move further down your body, first exposing your panties, then your bare skin below your panties, before reaching your feet. As the jeans slither off, you shudder to think you’re once again just in thin material from the waist down. The grey against the white lace must surely be noticeable, even on the webcam, and you start to think this choice of underwear definitely brings bad luck to you. You feel even worse as the jumper is simultaneously lifted past your chest, over your head (much smoother than Molly’s torso wear, no?) and then along your arms. How is it that in seconds you went from a position to strength, watching and enjoying another girl ending up in her panties, to a position of complete and utter weakness, laid out in only your underwear, and in a position where covering up was not an option. With your hands pulled out way above your head, you were very conscious of your lacey bra covered breasts sticking up in the air. Surely the boys would see your nipples through the material? This has become a mess! As you lay there, now in only in your last 2 pieces of cover, the fully dressed girls started to fulfil Jemma’s orders. You were turned over, you face once again eating duvet, with your butt facing the webcam. It’s like you can almost feel the boy’s eye’s staring directly at your panty clad ass. What a night they had had. Mark had done well. You feel hands slowly unclasp your bra. You heart sinks. What you had lucky managed to avoid in PE was now happening now. In a matter of seconds a bunch of people you barely even knew were about to see your breasts, without your permission. How did you let this happen, you again think, kicking yourself. Your bra is unclasped, but for now Jemma does not order them to remove it. Instead it stays merely undone, but it is still on. You briefly wonder if this is almost worse, the calm before the storm perhaps. You hear Jemma whisper something about proving something to her girls, and then feel a great weight suddenly impose itself on you. Jemma had maneuverered herself into a position where she sat on your back, facing the webcam, hands sitting both firmly and comfortably on your bum. Jemma wasn’t even fat, but for whatever reason, you felt yourself start to breathe faster under the pressure. You could feel the cotton material of her shiny leggings on your back. Shit. She spoke to Mark. “So, seeing as you held your part of the deal, by stripping Alex and giving him one colossal wedgie, I’m gonna do the same. The only thing is, I think this bitch needs a real bad one, so I’m gonna make it hurt her. Is that okay Marky?” Her tone had changed. It’s as if the opportunity of gaining more attention and putting you into pain had improved her mood. And confidence. It sounded like Jemma was bossing Mark around again. You almost want to laugh at “Marky”. Pfft. “That’s completely cool with us, right guys?” Mark said. You could almost see the smile and anticipation on his face. Shit. Did this mean you were gonna end up naked, but through a wedgie? How could this be more humiliating? Stripped and wedgied in front of girls and boys that you will see tomorrow? Shit, Shit, Shit. And with that, you felt Jemma’s hands slowly crawl along the bottom of your back, gradually reaching your underwear. Her fingers slowly wrapped around the lace, and you felt her intake some air. Jemma took a deep breath, before grabbing hold of the lace, and leaning back.

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uta-no-knb · 7 years

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swimming lesson with takao that ends in smut?

Alrighty! I’m excited to write this one; I made it a crossover (Guess the anime XD)

Since its so long (and crappy), I only made it slightly NSFW

“Good job F/N!” A female with maroon hair exclaims, as she presses a button on a stop watch. “That’s your fastest time!“

“Thanks Kou”, you replied with a smile. “However I think the teams orca is a bit better,” you replied, looking over your shoulder to the brunette who was currently trying to coax another male out of the pool.

“True, but Makoto has muscles, which help.”

F/N chuckled at her friend’s reaction and at her addiction to muscles. “While his muscles might play a part in it, I don’t think that’s the main reason. Hard work and training help,” you replied, as you got out of the pool and adjusted your swim top.

“Did I hear my name?” he asked, walking over to the two of you with a smile on his face.

“Kou was just admiring your muscles again, senpai” you chuckled, which caused the maroon-haired female to whack you over the head with her clipboard.

“F/N, how many times do I have to tell you, just call me Makoto?” The tall male sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose-in reality, he was trying really hard to hide his blush.

“Let F/n-chan call you what she wants, Mako-chan!” a short blond male said, bouncing over to you guys.

“Disregarding this, what’s your secret, F/N? How did you get faster?”

You paused and grinned. “I’ve been training with my boyfriend and his basketball team.”

“Why do you make the commute from Shutoku all the way to Iwatobi just to swim?”

“…Why does Haru always strip at the sight of water?” you retaliated. “He has his own reasons and I have mine-” She was interrupted by a loud sneeze coming from the said swimmer.

“Stop talking about me,” he stated, starting yet another lap.

“Haru, get out of the pool,” Makoto said, walking over to his friend. “Practice is over”

“You know that won’t work, Mako-chan. Get the pool net!”

“He’s not a fish, Nagisa!”

“I’m starting to question that though-”

“Not helping Rei!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their childish antics, as they reminded you of your boyfriend and the tsundere carrot.

“Nagisa!”

“Oi, F/N!” yet another voice yelled from the entrance to the pool. Looking over, you say your boyfriend, casually leaning against the fence.

You ran towards the male with a smile on your face, and jumped into his arms, giving him a hug. “What are you doing here, Takao?”

“I wanted to see where you keep disappearing to every other day,” he replied with his goofy smile. “So I followed you here.”

“Who’s this, F/N-chan?!” Nagisa excitedly yelled.

Excitedly, you dragged your boyfriend to where most of the swim team was gathered.“Guys, I want you to meet my boyfriend,” you said, pointing to the male next to you.

“’Sup. I’m Takao Kazunari, first year point guard of the Shutoku basketball team,” he answered, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I’m Nagisa and this is Rei-chan.

“Nice to meet you guys.”

“He sounds just like Mako-chan!” Nagisa exclaimed excitedly, with a huge smile on his face

“Mako-chan?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Who sounds like me?” Makoto said, walking up to the group, dragging a pouting Haru behind him.

“F/N’s boyfriend sounds like you!”

Makoto looked at Takao and gave him a smile. “I’m Makoto and this is Haru,” he said, holding his hand out, while referencing to the still pouting male behind him. “Nice to meet you.”

“Takao,” he replied, hesitantly accepting the handshake. “And likewise.”

“I guess we do sound alike,” Makoto said with his usual smile.

The two males stared at each other for a while and the air began to grow thick. You could feel the tension between the two of them and decided to intervene. “Anyway, this is where I go every other day,” you said with a smile on your face.

“So you train with another swim team?” he asked, subtly looking at your attire; a black swim top that resembled a sports bra with swim bottoms that hung at your hips-He was never so grateful to have his hawk eye. “That’s kinda cool.”

“She’s a fast swimmer, and really good at the backstroke,” Makoto said, clasping a hand on your shoulder. “I guess whatever training you and your team are doing really paid off.”

“Kou, what’s wrong?” you asked, looking over at the other female who was silent the entire time.

Immediately, she ran over to your boyfriend and started drooling over him. “His muscles…so strong…I have to tumblr this-”

“Calm yourself,” you said, shoving the female back. “I’ll let you ogle his muscles, but he’s mine.” You protectively wrapped your arms around his waist, which caused him to chuckle.

“We are trying to get Shin-chan a girlfriend,” Takao started, a mischievous look in his eyes. “He has very impressive muscles.

“F/N! YOU HAVE TO INTRODUCE ME TO HIM!” Gou exclaimed, gripping your shoulders and shaking you.

“Fine! Just stop shaking me.”

“I hate to interrupt this gathering, but shouldn’t we be getting home now?” Rei stated, pushing his glasses onto his face.

“Rei’s right. We do have practice tomorrow,” Makoto said, grabbing his things, the rest of the members following suit. “You two coming?”

You shook your head. “Nah. I”m going to stay and work on my backstroke some more.”

“Don’t overwork yourself,” Makoto replied. “Make sure that she gets home safe, Takao.” And with that, they took their leave, Makoto dragging a protesting Haru

“So, backstroke?” Takao asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you said, jumping into the pool and putting your goggles on. “Yes, backstroke.”

“Teach me,” he said, as he took off his shirt and following you, jumped into the pool in his shorts causing a splash.

You couldn’t help but blush at your boyfriend being shirtless; you’ve seen him shirtless before so you’re not sure why this time is different. However, you can’t help but be confused with him asking you to teach him

“What are you planning, Takao,” you asked, looking at the male suspiciously. “You know how to swim.”

With a smile, the male started walking towards you and backed you into one of the side walls of the pool, his hands on either side of you. “I just want some one on one training with F/N-chan. Is that so wrong?” he whispered into your ear.

You felt shivers up and down your arms, which didn’t go unnoticed by the male; he started to rub his hands up and down your arms, trying to help reduce the shivers (but with him being your attractive boyfriend, it didn’t really help much).

“Stop messing around. Did you want me to teach you or not?” The only response you got from him was a cheeky grin; his eyes narrowed and darkened, lust starting to appear in them. He bent down towards the shoulder where Makoto had his hand on you and placed a kiss on it-only to give it a quick bite.

“What the hell, Takao!” you exclaimed, “That hurt!”

“I didn’t like how Tachibana touched you,” he growled, planting a kiss on the bite mark.

Your eyes narrowed, a smug look in your eyes. “Were you jealous, Ta-ka-o?” you said, annunciating the different syllables in his name.

The male clicked his tongue and sealed the distance between you two with a kiss. You moaned into the kiss and kissed back, your arms snaking around his neck to deepen it. YOu could feel his desire seeping from his skin.

Kissing you deeper, his arms started to roam up and down your waist, eventually landing on your ass; gripping them gently, he pushed you so that you were pressed even closer to his body, and naturally, your legs were around his waist.

“YOu have no idea how sexy and tempting you were in this swimsuit,” he said in a husky voice, as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“K-Kazunari,” you muttered, your hips grinding against his hardened member. “P-please just fuck me now.”

He paused and looked at you. “Ha? Why?”

You looked away, a flushed look on your face. “I’ve…I”ve just been missing you a lot; since the Inter Highs are coming up. I’ve been very horny and,” you turned your head to look at the male in front of you, “And I-”

“I understand,” you whispered, “you have your sexual desires. I really want to fuck you too, but I don’t have a condom-”

“I don’t care. Please?” you whimpered, lust evident in your voice, as you ground your hips harder against his member.

A hiss escaped his lips as he pulled aside your swim bottoms, his finger lightly tracing your outer lips. This action alone caused a moan to escape your lips.

“Fuck, Kazu-chan, Please?” Your hands slowly made their way towards the hem of his boxers, and slid them down, his erection standing strong in the water.

“Please give it to me,” you whispered, grabbing his length and placing the tip at your entrance.

In one swift movement, the male was inside you, both of you letting out moans of pleasure.

“Shit, you feel so tight-it feels amazing,” he said, quickly kissing you. He kept thrusting into you, each one being deeper than the last.

“Right there, Takao,” While the water surrounding you guys was cold, you felt hot.

“Fuck,” you heard him mutter; you could tell he’s close since you could feel his dick twitching. “I’m close.”

Purposely, you clenched your walls tighter around his cock, which caused the male to let out a growl. YOu had one hand move towards your clit and began stroking it. “I’m coming, Kazunari,” you said, as your orgasm took over a lot quicker than you had hoped. This itself caused your walls to get even tighter and caused the male to moan loud.

“Fuck, I’m going to burst.” He quickly pulled out, using his hand to stroke himself as his own orgasm took over; his seeds dripping into the pool.

Panting, you both looked at each other lovingly-a loving atmosphere surrounding you two.

“That was a fun experience, F/N-chan!” he said, quickly kissing you and resting his forehead against yours.

“We have a long trip back,” you countered, lightly shoving the male off. “Let’s go.” You gripped the edge of the pool and lifted yourself out. You walked over to the lounge chair where your stuff was, only to let out a frusturated growl. “Damn you Kou,” you muttered, as you pulled your sweats on.

“What’s wrong?”

“That sneaky shark took my jacket and my shirt. And its freezing-”

Before you could even let out another complaint, you felt something drape your shoulders. Looking up , you found that your boyfriend placed his own jacket on you. “Thank you,” you smiled, as you put oh his coat. “You know you’re not getting this back for a while right?”

“Yea yea,” he replied wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Wanna go harass Shin-chan on the way home!?”

“Yes!!!!!”

“I told you Haru-chan would be here,” Nagisa said entering the gate that lead to the pool, being followed by the rest of the swim club.

Upon entering, they see their friend just staring at a spot in the water.

“Haru?” Makoto asked.

“….Makoto, we need to drain the pool. Pool-chan has been contaminated.”

“….Eh?

”The four boys just stared in confusion, while their manager stood in the corner laughing.

Fun Fact: Makoto Tachibana’s voice actor, Tatsuhis Suzuki also voices Takao. I’m sorry if the scene was rushed-I was kinda running out of ideas and it was taking too long…plus I’m kinda tipsy at the moment. I write better I promise! -_- I’m sorry!!!

#knb scenarios

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amuelle · 4 years

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Breasts…

They grow with you from birth. From just nipples to mosquito bites to juicy juicy mangoes. Big, medium, small they are just there. Others have silicone in them and others are all areola. Some cause back pain and fill out bras well while others are barely noticeable. They come in all shapes and sizes everything from tennis balls, pineapples, and watermelons to beach balls. Full of personality, they refuse to be ignored. They are also very telling. They swell, shrink and itch and tell you things about yourself. If you have gained or lost weight, if your period is on its way, if it’s going to rain. They change as you change. A reminder of where you have been and could still go. Your breasts are for you to love or hate. No one can tell you about your breast…

In my early 20s when my breasts still pointed to the sky and required no assistance in backless tops I had a conversation with my father about driving. I had taken an interest because I saw the freedom being able to drive gave my friends. But whose car would I drive? There was only one car at home and….and nothing! I asked him and he said “Ahhh, its simple, you will drive your own car.” I was puzzled. Then he related a story of his first car. How he got it out of necessity to make sure he could get around with his wife and two small children. He didn’t know how to drive well at the time but he learned because it was a must. That conversation stuck with me. I accepted that he wasn’t going to teach me and I moved on.

When I first started working I paid for driving lessons, passed my learners but never tested because I didn’t feel ready. It wasn’t a must. I didn’t need it but getting the basic skills was something to do, so I did it.

I want to describe myself with one word but that wouldn’t do me justice. I am a late bloomer an over thinker and sometimes suffer from paralysing fear. But once I have decided I want something I am prepared to steal, kill and drink baby blood for it. I’m restless, inconsolable, focused and completely consumed by the goal. I never felt that way about the car until I moved to Joburg. From the first month I started working there it became a MUST. I was wholly consumed by it. I got my licence because it was TIME!! I had no savings, my credit was terrible and I had just broken up with a bad employer but I wanted a car. I decided I would struggle along for a few months save, work side gigs, ke be mme oa mokhatlo, hell I was ready to get a sugar daddy. All I knew was what I wanted. Now everything felt like “IF” I had a car things would be better. I spent the whole of 2018 and 2019 beating myself up about not having achieved the goal. I could be better, save more, this, that and the third but my life was in shambles. (I have said this before trying to achieve a goal when you are heartbroken makes everything more difficult) My father was hospitalised and after he recovered my mother did her stint in the hospital and when we thought she was on the road to recovery she had to be hospitalised again. After a brief reprieve my grandmother passed way. Emotionally I was fatigued but still found time make myself feel bad. Friends got married, had babies and I got a promotion. I figured out how to get to Centurion from Krugersdorp using public transport which is no small feat but no, not a moment to clap for myself because all I knew was that I hadn’t achieved the goal.

Cut to a few weeks ago. My breasts now look me in the eyes and are tad bit fuller than before. I now own a cute periwinkle hatch. Lady Lola Coco the First. Not covid, bad investments or boyfriends I balled out on could distract me from my goal. I still couldn’t really drive. But Lady Lola was here and I was PROUD!!! My brother and my father came out with me on a drive or two but my confidence wasn’t up there. I asked my brother to go somewhere with me and he asked me when will I ever enjoy my car if I never drive it alone. It hurt to hear but man was he right, I wasn’t the best driver but I was save enough to venture out on my own. I had had a licence for years and so that Saturday I called a friend and decided I was venturing out solo.

The first time I ever drove alone 5 minutes into the journey from Ngoana oa lla to Salang I hit a pile of rocks and blew out my front tyre. I didn’t let that defeat me though. With some assistance I changed the tyre and pushed on. I figured it would have all been for nothing if I turned back. I went, picked up my friend got air in my spare tyre took a mini road trip. I dropped her off and finally when Lady Lola was parked in my Daddy’s garage. I climbed into the back seat and had a glass of wine. I was at wits end. So much had happened that day.

What do you do when what you hoped for comes but comes with difficulty? One torn tyre and all I could think was that I was the worst driver on planet earth. Accomplishing a goal doesn’t always mean you are emotionally ready for the toll that accomplishment will have on your life. I’m not a perfectionist but the things that I do, I like to do well. If it’s being a friend, quantity surveyor, blogger, putting seat covers on cushions for a functions or blowing up balloons I just don’t want to look stupid doing something. I put in work because showing up is part of it but being willing to learn what you don’t know is a whole magical aspect of life that sets you apart from the people who didn’t do what they wanted the most. Unfortunately, looking stupid is part of the journey…

Now, red wine drunk, swaddled like a baby in the backseat of my own car it hit me. Bitch, you still got more to do. And guess what??…..BITCH, I CRIED!!!! I let it rip and NO I didn’t feel better after. Lady Lola has been in the garage for weeks. Now that I’m riding on a biscuit I’m too scared to drive. It’s riskier than before. I can convince myself EASIER that I’ll do it later but there is no later. Just like when you breasts first start to grow you can’t ignore it. YOU NEED A DAMN BRA!

I’ve come to the conclusion that emotionally you are never fully grown. Physically you stop growing. BUT life isn’t static your body and emotions will always have to adjust to your changing life and do the dance. Which means you have to change bras sometimes. You can’t wear a lacy number to a Zumba class, you have to get the full support of a sports bra to deal with the jiggle. I know in this current growth cycle my breasts are starting to settle, who knows maybe in time they will begin to droop and go from looking me in the eye to pointing at my feet. Maybe I’ll have children and use them to feed my young or fill them silicone, even I don’t know. What I do know is that this is the phase. In this phase I am a new driver who has no real reason not to be clocking the hours to become a better driver. Sure, I haven’t been thrown in the deep end but that day is coming. My sister brought me training bras before I had boobies big enough for a real bra. That was so I learnt how to put on a bra and dress for different tops. It’s the same way I have to get in the car and DRIVE till I get better. Ill drive slow and have mild panic attacks about rocks in the road and 4 plus 1 drivers but a bitch is doing the damn thing. It’s part of this growth cycle and it sucks but I am WILLING! Breasts change and adapt to different bras all the time. I’m learning to be like my breasts, getting on the road, taking up space and I don’t care who I inconvenience because I am here to GROW to my perfect comfortable size!

That said, fuck it! I still want to be wealthy enough so that I don’t have to drive!!!

Bisou…bisou

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cedarrrun · 6 years

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YJ Tried It: Ecstatic Dance

https://www.yogajournal.com/lifestyle/yj-tried-it-ecstatic-dance When Yoga Journal Senior Editor Meghan Rabbitt found herself at an ecstatic dance class in Bali, she dropped all of her inhibitions—and it changed her yoga practice.

I’m nervously standing toward the back of the main studio at The Yoga Barn in Ubud, Bali, waiting for the ecstatic dance class to start. I have no idea what to expect, but have been told it could very well be “the most ecstatic experience of my life.” I’m sold—and stand in line a whopping three hours before the 7:30 Friday night start time to secure a ticket for this event, which is one of the most popular classes here each week.

‘What Ecstatic Dance Is All About’ I scan the room and quietly size up my fellow ecstatic dancers. The tan, long-haired guy in front of me is shirtless and wearing cropped Thai fishing pants; there’s a girl in the front row in a Bikram Yoga-style sports bra and cropped shorts who’s also wearing elbow and knee pads; there’s a 50-ish-year-old woman in a long, flowy dress right next to a 20-nothing with feathers in her hair and a glittery bra top that shows a lot of side boob. It’s my first lesson in what ecstatic dance is all about: anything goes.

The music starts and we move slowly at first, breathing deeply and warming up our necks, arms, shoulders, backs, and legs. There’s some guidance from the instructor at first, but then not a lot of talking—and definitely no directives on how to dance. There are no cues, and no instructor asking you to follow his choreography. Just music—loud, beautiful music—that starts off slow and then builds to a faster pace. It’s a mix between what you’d hear at a trendy vinyasa flow class and a new-age hippy rave.