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f10werfae · 1 year

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Pregnancy On The Brain

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Wife!Reader

summary: Now that Henry’s successfully knocked up his precious darling wife, he has to keep an extra eye on her and their little miracle (Dom!Henry) (Emotional loving 🥹)

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“Whas wrong sugar? What’s got my woman all teary” Henry frowned seeing his wife all upset in front of the mirror, her lips pouted and her face flustered. “I-I don’t f-fit into my d-dress anymore” Y/n whined seeing how the lemon printed dress barely made its way up her hips, stitches being ripped the harder she pulled on it. “Oi stop it, there’s nothin’ wrong, especially when there’s more of my bunbun to love on” Henry smirked groping the bits of skin Y/n was complaining about.

“B-but- well maybe I-I should e-exercise with you more?” She pondered looking up at him still visibly upset, in fact her chin was starting to wrinkle up from shaking so much, the new changes in her body clearly causing her distress. Henry could tell by the way her stutter started to make itself more visible. “No way. Precious things like you don’t belong on the heavy equipment sweetpea, you want exercise? Let me fuck your pretty pussy till ya sweat” He smirked bending down to nuzzle his nose with hers, his cock hardening once he saw her giggle n latch onto his bicep with both hands.

“T-That’s so naughty” She whispered cuddling the side of her face into his bicep, his other hand pulling back down the dress till it hit the floor, allowing him to play with her ass easily. “Listen while i’m out collecting log wood today, wan’ you to put on another pretty little dress that I bought ya last week, preferably the lilac one, n’ I want you to make somethin’ nice for us to eat when I get home. Can ya do that for me sugar bun?” He whispered running a finger up and down her cheek, his eyes having a dark glaze over them as he looked down at her.

“Mhm mhm! I can!” Y/n smiled happily, the ingredients for her cherry pie already listed out in her head, her cravings for it suddenly growing ten times in a mere few seconds. “Good n’ when I come home, i’ll have a surprise for ya” He grinned kissing her lips softly, before pulling away and grabbing his baseball cap, blowing kisses at her every two seconds as he walked towards his truck. Leaving his wife to her own special mission, the cherry pie.

“Oh I gotta get the cherries!” Y/n giggled slipping on her shoes, grabbing the wooden basket Henry had gotten her especially for her daily walks. Her face vibrant as she skipped down the secluded lane of their back yard, full of luscious fields, heading towards their cherry trees at the edge of the field. Her lilac dress flowing in the slightly cool breeze, her arms swinging the basket back and forth as she hummed a silly little tune she made up. Her eyes widening as she saw the amount of cherries on the tree, there were so many!

“Wow, y-you guys have all grown! Thank y-you so much” She said adorably picking a handful of sweet cherries from one branch, carefully grabbing her glass jar from the basket and plopping them in until it was full. “Well, I suppose it won’t hurt to taste one of ya” She whispered pulling out her blue blanket she always kept in her basket for emergency picnics, her several glass jars of cherries sitting snug inside the basket, while she lay down munching on her home grown fruits.

She still remembers the day she had complained to Henry about his poor eating habits and demanded he bought her seeds for her own plants; now here she was basically nurturing her own garden of babies, ranging from apples all the way to carrots.

‘That one looks like bonnie the rabbit’ Y/n thought looking up at the scarce white clouds flying overhead, her stuffed animal back home looking like one of them, then another looked like Henry’s axe and then one looked like a cherry. “Oh my phone, m-musta left it at home” She giggled realising, her hand reaching for the missing phone to try and take a picture to send to Henry. The warm sun gracing her face, distant sounds of birds providing a sweet lullaby, one which she slowly fell asleep to.

Meanwhile… Henry on the other hand was just about ready to head home, like clockwork he checked his babygirl’s location on life 360, smirking to himself to see that she had stayed at home like she said she would. Heading off back through the country in his pickup truck, he stopped off at a pharmacy by the gas station, picking up his surprise gift for his bunbun; one he knew would solidify their relationship forever. His body sweaty and hot, even though he was wearing baggy jeans a vest, his body painted with a light golden tan.

“Home sweet home” He whispered to himself, dusting off before going inside, remembering how much his precious wife despises their home being messy; Henry still smiles at the memory of her showing her domestic side, how she wouldn’t let him leave without breakfast and would always pack him lunches. Henry on the other hand wouldn’t let her go anywhere unless it was him driving her, after all what else was his purpose other than to look after his naive lover.

“Sugar pie, where are ya?” He shouted throwing his vest off to the side, his boots thundering against the creaky wooden floorboards, his steps leading him into the kitchen; the ingredients for her famous cherry pie laid out on the counter. But no Y/n. His nostrils flared seeing her iphone left beside the ingredients, who knows how long she’s been gone?

‘Did she really fuckin’ leave?’ Was Henry’s first thought, the veins on his neck popping out purely just from the thought, no wonder her tracker hadn’t moved once. Although the thought of her leaving dissipated once he saw Marly the cat coming inside from the fields, their backdoor was left wide open, the sunshine peeking in gratefully. “Ah the fields, the fuckin’ fields” Henry chuckled shaking his head, course she was out there, he knew how much his wife loved exploring the great outdoors; bringing him different coloured rocks and pebbles, watching giddily as he’d place them on the mantle as if they were to be treasured. And they were, because she got them for Him.

Walking out the backdoor he started off walking down the lane, the meadows further away shining green and healthily, but nothing deterred Henry from finding his little love.

Stopping at the start of the line of trees, he saw her, clearly snoring away on her soft picnic blanket; her basket full of jars of cherries beside her. Henry scoffed and smirked seeing just how silly she was, but he couldn’t blame her, not with her current condition. Looming over her figure, she whined and whimpered before opening her eyes fully, a sleepy smile gracing her lips when she realised it was none other than her husband.

“You fuckin’ scared me baby, didn’t know what ta do without ya, ya left your phone n’ everythin’” Henry whispered hunkering down onto his knees, watching as she slowly sat up, her face all puffy and sun-kissed from her nap. “m-m’ sorry I-I forgot it n’ I was too b-busy lookin’ at the clouds a-and”

“s’okay baby, your man knows, can’t blame ya for a little forgetfulness” He chuckled darkly, seeing how sleepy she still was, guiding her to hop onto his back while he gathered up her blanket and basket. “Missed you s-so much” She whispered kissing his back softly as he whistled a tune, “Ah was only gone for around three hours sugar” He chuckled walking down the smooth path, their large luxurious cabin coming into sight. “I-I know that, but I missed you a-anyway” She sighed rubbing her head against his warm back, her eyes threatening to close over once again.

“n’ I missed your pretty pussy-“

“My What!” Y/n’s eyes shot open at her husband’s vulgar words, his back vibrating from his chuckles travelling through, “n’ your tits and your-“

“Stop i-it that’s embarrassing and t-they ain’t pretty mister” She whined kicking her legs which were in his hands, his footsteps stopping abruptly with a deep sigh, “What do I gotta do to prove to you, that I think you’re fuckin’ sexy as hell, n’ I have to stop myself from whipping my cock out everytime I see ya smile” He grunted lifting her up a bit higher before continuing on down the trail, “W-whippin’ your wha out?!” She giggled loudly, her chin resting on his shoulder as she looked at his face from the side.

Henry smirked turning his head to the side, capturing her lips with his, his tongue reaching out for hers but quickly retracting once she wanted more. The tease. “You’re such a m-meanie, no more kissies for you” She grunted moving back to rest against his back, his hand leaving her leg to reach back and spank her ass with a pop; her body jerking up with an excited squeal.

“Try that again sweetheart n’ we’ll see what happens” He growled finally stepping into the cooler cabin, setting her down on top of their counters, beside his plastic bag from the pharmacy which had her small present. “I-is my present in here?!” She said excitedly picking up the bag, only to pout when Henry pulled it away from her grumpily.

“I dunno if you deserve it honey, ya worried me today, had me thinkin’ ya left your man up ‘ere in the mountains” He ‘tsk’ed and caged her in with an arm on each side of her, his nose rubbing up and down her cheek sensually, her hands fisting his shirt desperately as she pouted. “I-I dunno what happened H-hen, I swear! M-m jus’ forgetful nowadays” She whimpered nuzzling into his chest like a kitten, her legs caged around his waist, her face dipping down to place kisses onto his neck and up his chin.

“Alright alright fine, since you wan’ it so badly” He smirked cupping her face and kissing her nose, his hands reached into the bag and pulled out the small box, a clearblue box. “Ya know what this is bunny don’t ya?” Taking out the small stick and twirling it in his hands, he passed it to his wife, who was visibly shocked and shaken at what he’d just given her. “A-a pregnancy test?” She whispered looking at the foreign object, was this the condition Henry was talking about?

“I wan’ you to take it for me babybun, see if we have our present in there already” He smirked nipping her lip playfully, his hand rubbing over the bottom of her stomach affectionately, her small gasps filling his ears. “I-is this why my dresses d-don’t fit?”

“Find out n’ see baby” He smiled taking her hand in his, and pulling her into their large bathroom, with a bathtub big enough to fit four people at the most. “W-will you stay with me? M-m scared” She whimpered pulling up the skirt of her dress, her face flustered at the thought of him watching her pee, but then again this wouldn’t be the first time. There’d been multiple times where he’d simply barge into the toilet while she was in there, just for his routine goodbye kiss before work.

“Don’t worry sugar pie, m’not leavin’, not now and not ever” He smiled, almost sickly, his hands holding onto hers, quite comical because his wife was simply peeing yet needed all the support possible. “Alright pass it over ‘ere” He said watching her finish up, the test still in her shaky hands. “N-no way it’s full of my pee” She gasped horrified putting it down onto the counter herself, turning to distract herself by washing her hands.

Those three minutes felt like utter hell for them both, with Y/n ultimately sitting on Henry’s lap whilst he was on the toilet cover, his voice softly shushing her small whimpers and nervous hiccups as she looked at the test left on the table. “S’okay pretty girl, daddy will look after ya both” Kissing her neck wetly he could already feel her pussy throbbing at his words, even during a nerve wracking situation like this, a life altering moment.

“Ya promise?” Holding his deep blue eyes, her own looked glossy and scared, her hands fiddling with his fingers erratically. “I pinky promise” Linking their fingers together he kissed her lips softly, her head pushing forward wanting to deepen it, she missed three hours worth of his kisses today; she was not having it!

Although their little kiss session was interrupted by the beep of the timer on Henry’s phone, Y/n jumping up to her feet and leaning her head over to look at the plastic stick, her breath hitching in her throat. “what does a cross mean?” Her voice came out dry and hoarse, and for once not a stutter was in sight, she knew what it meant. “My gorgeous little wife is pregnant, with my baby” He smiled to himself still sitting on the toilet cover, he already knew the result, months of vitamins and unprotected sex would eventually have lead to this; all it took was some time.

“I-i’m gonna be a mommy?” Her hand softly slid down to cup the slight pouch on her stomach, her fingers grazing over her fabric slowly, a small smile finding its way onto her cace. “I-i’m gonna be a mommy!”

“mhm, so prouda ya babygirl” Henry smirked feeling up her thigh, his hand going up to grope her bare ass, his new baby momma still coming to terms with the fact she was carrying their little life; yet all he wanted to do was to fuck her good, and if he could he would knock her up again. The idea of his wife all round and big, full of him, got him so hot and bothered, her tits all swollen along with her belly, safely housing their own miracle.

“H-how do we know when i-it’s comin?”

“I’ll sort all that out baby, ya don’t need to worry your pretty self, after-all ya got pregnancy on the brain. Don’t want ya forgettin’ anythin” He cooed standing up to kiss her forehead, his arms enveloping her against him, feeling her nod and relax in his arms. All according to his plan.

After he was finally able to get her to come to bed with him, he found her hands naturally gravitating towards her stomach, her protective maternal instincts already kicking in so early. “I-if we have a g-girl can we name it a-after a flower?” She asked innocently looking up at him, her hands on top of his, on her stomach. “N’ what if it’s a boy babybun?” He chuckled kissing the tip of her nose, “I dunno haven’t t-thought of it yet! Stop stressin’ me out!” She whined almost inaudibly as Henry murmured sweet soft apologies, his lips coating the side of her face in gentle kissies, her favourite.

“T-thought you said you was sleepy” She whispered wrapping her arms around his neck, caressing his nape as he continued to plant little love bites on his lover, his kisses leaving her all hot and bothered. “I am, wasn’t lyin’” Henry pulled back quirking his eyebrow, “T-then tell it to calm down, o-or else ya won’t be able to sleep” Y/n said shyly pointing at the tent starting to grow in Henry’s trousers, ignoring the fact that Henry had basically bunched her dress up to her breasts, his fingers rubbing over her slick wet folds.

“Why don’t you tell my pussy to calm down” He grumbled rubbing her own slickness all over her, acting as if it was lube, his fingers greedily pinching her swollen jutted out clit. “Y-you started it! baby, tell your d-daddy to stop bein silly” She whined looking down and rubbing her still stomach, even though there was still no dramatic visible growth, the potential of it made her emotional and excited.

Licking into her mouth Henry held the back of her neck gently, both of her hands still on her stomach, while his other hand was busy messing with her second set of lips. Tugging, rubbing and spanking at her sensitive button, causing her body to jolt and shiver into the kiss, her tongue actively sucking on his passionately. Her chin slowly growing wet and slick, both of them not caring at how much filth there was. Kissing her sensually one more time he pushed her fully onto her back, his knees straddling her.

“Oh baby I hope they got your eyes, gon’ have me wrapped round their lil finger jus’ like their momma” He groaned seeing her just batting her eyelashes at him, a mischievous smile on her face as she felt up his torso, “I-I wan’ them to look l-like their daddy, s-so handsome” She whispered looking away from his eyes shyly. His hands now pulling the dress up fully over her head, giving her tits a bounce and grope; his voice chuckling deeply in her ear as he licked up her neck, “You’re so g’damn sexy, can’t wait to see ya all full of me, walkin’ around so everyone knows I pumped ya full of my cum”

“mhm s-so dirty” Whimpering and writhing, she felt his fingers go back down to her slick centre, the tip of his cock slapping against her clit roughly, almost imitating the spank of a hand. “Aw baby, we both know you’re the dirty one here, weren’t ya the one beggin’ me to kiss your pretty little pussy the other day?”

“Y-you said if I needed help w-with the tingles ya would help” She whined feeling the head of his shaft slip through her sensitive folds, his nestle of curls at the base of his dick softly scratching against her button, his heavy balls sitting against her swollen lips. His length slowly slipping in through her puffy pussy, both of them sighing out in relief and pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her; Y/n’s hands cupping his face to keep his forehead on hers, nuzzling their noses together for comfort like they always did.

“Gah hav’ knocked ya up and you’re still so tight, almost like when ya were a virgin honey” Henry growled pecking her pouty lips, her voice whining at his choice of words, her legs securely wrapped around his waist. “You take me so well honey, could fuck your pregnant pussy all day n’ night if a could”

“W-well you can, y-you jus’ don’t” She snarked back, clearly regretting her decision straight after when Henry quirked his brow at her, making her shut up in a mere few seconds. “Say that again n’ i’ll tie ya to the bed, won’t be leavin’ since ya want me to play with my pussy so much” He teased thrusting in and out at a slow pace, his one hand cupping her face, while the other toyed with her nipples. “Can’t wait to see these pretty tits fill up with milk, I already know it’ll taste as sweet as you do sugar pie, you’ll let me have a taste won’t ya?”

Small mewls left her slightly opened lips, her eyes widen open and already glimmering with tears as Henry slowly moved their position, where he was now spooning her, their hips smacking together to create a lewd sound. “Mhmhm” She moaned pushing her tits together just for him, knowing how much he adored just simply looking at them, sometimes he’d even hide her bras just so she’d walk about their home, her pebbles nipples poking through the fabric.

“So gorgeous, my pretty wife” He smirked leaning over and spitting right onto the valley between her breasts, hearing her squeak as he watched her massage his spit onto her globes, she was so dirty for him; only him. Before she had met Henry, Y/n L/n would never have even stepped a foot out of line, and now she was the one making the line. Hugging onto her, he kissed her shoulders and back so affectionately, he wanted to make her cum. “I-I love you so much pretty girl, ya make me so happy, you n’ our lil’ miracle” He moaned feeling her clench around him, his hand reaching over to momentarily slap her breasts together, before reaching down and drawing figure eights on her button.

Hearing no reply he looked over to see tears filing down her face continuously, her lip hidden between her teeth as she bit down harshly, her hands fisting the sheets tightly to keep her from squealing at how deep he was going. “What’s wrong bunny? Am I hurtin’ ya?” He said slowing down, concern lacing his voice as his rough calloused hands felt up her sides. “N-no, a-am jus’ really happy, love you too hubby” She smiled blinking away a few stray tears as she turned her head to face him, her tongue outstretched already waiting to tangle around his, muffled squeals leaving her lips as she felt him return back to his rhythm.

“I’m close babybun, ya wanna cum with me?” He asked breaking away from their kiss with a peck, their lips still touching as he spoke, her eyes staring up at his softly but intensely, her head nodding; her lips wanting nothing more than to his his soft ones. Thank God she had forced him to start wearing lip balm.

Y/n found herself clawing onto his arm that was wrapped around her waist, her teeth clenched, sobs wrecking through her body purely just because she felt so loved and so intimate. Henry’s warm cum flooding her almost instantly as she herself felt his fingers rub her button at the same time, her hole clenching around him for the last time, giving out once she let out a raspy breath.

“Did so good for me sugar plum, don’t worry I gotcha, ya can rely on me” He whispered kissing the shell of his ear, feeling her clench around him a few more times before pulling out slowly to not make her uncomfortable. After a few silent seconds of Henry combing her hair back with his fingers, his soft voice shushing her quiet sobs as he rocked her back and forth against his body.

Henry couldn’t help but worry, he’d never seen his precious give such an emotional reaction, had he pushed her too far? She hadn’t used her safe-word ‘cherry’ so he had assumed she was still okay during their intense love-making session. The tiny tattoo of a ‘H’ on the back of her neck receiving wet kisses while he waited for her to calm down.

“Hold on pretty, m’jus’ gonna run us a bath alright?” Receiving nothing but a shake of a head and a ‘don’t leave me a-alone’ He smiled picking her up against his still nude body, sitting her on top of the counter as he filled up the tub with warm water, making sure to put in some of lavender bubbles she adored so much to relax in.

“c’mere sugar, don’t worry i’m here too” He whispered helping her step into the purple coloured water, letting her sit sideways on his lap, her head laying on his shoulder; that’s how big their bath tub is.

“M-m sorry for bein’ a crybaby, I didn’t mean it” She whispered lifting her head up to kiss his beard covered cheek, her energy clearly spent and gone.

“Don’t you ever apologise for bein’ you, what’d I tell ya? If you’re cryin’, i’m here, if you’re angry then i’m here, you’re happy then i’m here. This is for life sweets, nothin’ is gonna put me off ya I promise. Well except sometimes ya stink but-“

“Stop it!” She said smiling a little, Henry’s heart lightening a little seeing her vibe jolt up a bit in comparison to earlier. “Now that i’ve seen that beautiful smile a’ yours, care to share what’s buggin’ my wife so much?”

“I-it really was nothin’ bad. Was jus’ thinkin’ about how- how happy I am w-with you. W-When I think back to when I was 17, I-I was always so worried i’d end up un-unloved because of my problems; but y-you’ve never made me feel like a burden, n’ now w-we’re havin’ a baby together” She smiled finishing her explanation, looking up at Henry with a blissful smile on her face, her hands bringing his to her stomach, “O-our baby” She giggled wiggling excitedly on his lap,

“There’s no other woman on this Earth i’d rather have a baby with-“

“So i-if an alien”

“Shut it you. Let me continue my speech to you now that you’ve done yours” He chuckled sprinkling water in her face playfully, “You’re the one for me, n’ you’d never be a burden because I want to bother with you, I want everything with ya. Gah, you’re just fuckin’ irresistible n’ I don’t think I can live without ya. I don’t know what piece a shit has said things to ya but, you’re my precious sugar plum princess. In our little world, right up ‘ere where no one can get us, I promise to keep ya n’ our little miracle safe. Cause you’re both mine n’ i’m not afraid to show it” He finished, twirling the wedding band round her finger, his eyes staring at her; simply smiling she leant forward connecting their lips together, “N’ y-you’re mine”

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PSA: I really am proud of this piece, and hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 🫶

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indecisivekitty · 4 months

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The Anxiety of Proposals

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x reader

wc: 607

genre: fluff

warnings: uh none unless ur allergic to fluff ig

“Mate, you alright?” Gaz asked with furrowed brows. He’s noticed Soap staring at the wall for more than five minutes while fidgeting with his dog tags. “You’ve spaced out like what? 3 times now?”

Soap blinked and turned to Gaz after realizing someone was speaking to him. “Aye, just thinking ‘bout somethin’.”

Gaz tilted his head slightly with mild curiosity, then sat down at the table where Soap was sitting. “Care to share?”

The Scot bit his lip anxiously before letting out a breath. “Thinkin’ of proposin’ today once I get back home to me lass.”

Gaz smiled and leaned over to pat Soap on the shoulder. “Ay, good on you, yeah?” Soap let out a small laugh and rubbed his neck with a small nod in response. Arms folded and comfortably leaning back in his seat, Gaz asked, “Nervous?”

“Aye.” Letting out a breath, Soap ran his fingers through his hair. “Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. Am excited though—can’t tell ye how long I’ve been wantin’ to wed ma bonnie lass. Want a bairn and have a pretty little family too.”

Soap pictures you and him, who knows many years in the future, married and with kids. Aye, he thought, the perfect dream. Feeling the other man’s gaze still on him, Soap looks over to see Garrick giving him an earnest smile before nodding at him.

“Let us know how it goes, yeah?”

MacTavish felt his eyes crinkle, along with a smile forming eagerly on his lips. “‘Course I will.”

Walking up to the front door of the flat you shared, Soap cursed as he fumbled with his keys. The nerves were already getting to him as he counted down the seconds he had left until he was back in your presence, something he constantly found himself doing.

“Bonnie?” he called out, dropping his bag on the floor and attempting to quickly take off his shoes, throwing a glance around the room to find your whereabouts. Frowning, he walked into the room you shared, wondering where you were from the lack of a response. “Lass-?”

“In here!”

Following the sound of your voice in the closet, he blinks when he sees you sitting on the floor with piles of clothes.

Beaming at the sight of your boyfriend, you smiled. “Hi, Johnny. How was work?”

Still confused, he utters, “Was fine, bon.” You hummed contently with his answer before looking at a box of old trinkets you owned. “Now, what exactly are ye doin’ on the floor with all yer clothes everywhere?”

“Well, I thought it would be nice to clean out some of my clothes, and then I saw an old sweater I forgot and decided to try it on, but then I saw an old shoe box of letters-”

“Love-”

“-and decided to read all of them—because hello?? I forgot I had them, so why not go down memory lane? Then I found-”

“Okay, okay, lass.” Kneeling to your level, he studied your face and reached out to caress your cheek. “Got distracted, aye?”

Huffing, you let out a small, "Yes."

Johnny couldn’t help but smile at you, his heart beating wildly at how beautiful you looked—even on the ground with all your clothes thrown about. How could he ever be nervous about proposing to you? He licked his lips. “Marry me, lass?”

“Wai-”

Smiling wider, he brought his hand down to rub your mouth gently. Softly, he whispered, “Marry me?”

His bright blue eyes stared into yours. His gaze was nothing but soft and loving, feeling just like home. Your eyes softened as you memorized how he looked at this moment.

“Of course, Johnny.”

a/n: sorry for lack of writings LOL busy trying to have a productive year while also trying to actually have the motivation to write

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souperbloom · 6 months

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sweet tooth. [A.I.]

had this one floating around in the noggin for a bit. shoutout to @ipreferthedrummer for making it happen. ;)

🍫 fwb!ash

a night in with Ashton never tasted so sweet.

a/n: just wanted to get a little somethin’ out before my next project :3 keeping ash lanes fed is my only job.

CONTENT WARNINGS: !smut (kinda just drops ya right in, whoops.), fingering (f!receiving), insinuates unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, the use of food in an unholy scenario (lolz).

WORDCOUNT: 2k

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"Can we try something?"

Ashton pops his head up from the crook of your neck, his hands still feeling you up as he hovered over you, your bodies splayed haphazardly across his living room couch.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about this something since the moment you stepped through Ashton’s front door.

Originally, the plan for the evening was to make ice cream sundaes, watch a movie, and leave before the clock struck midnight.

You stopped at the grocery store on your way over, grabbing any and every ice cream related thing on the shelves, per Ashton’s request. Whipped cream, hot fudge, toasted peanuts, sprinkles; and about four different flavors of ice cream.

When you brought up the idea, Ashton didn’t hesitate. An impromptu hangout to make ice cream sundaes? Who could say no to that?

But now, your mind was clouded— and after an unsuccessful 15 minutes of trying to assemble these monstrous sundae creations, you and Ashton had gotten a bit distracted. The only thing left of your clothes now were a pair of lacy panties and the oversized t-shirt on your back.

"What is it?" Ashton asks breathlessly, a rogue black curl falling over his forehead. He was already half-naked, which you found amusing, speaking on the fact that you had only been at his house for an hour.

"Here," You start to lift yourself from beneath him, bringing him to flop backwards on the couch as you rise to your feet, "I’ll just… show you."

You weren’t exactly sure how to bring up what you wanted. Would it have been weird to ask for such a thing? God, you hoped not. You knew Ashton was down for just about anything you asked for— you guys worked well in that way.

Across the living room were the contents of an unmade ice cream sundae, sitting out on the counter and taunting you with their presence. The whipped cream can on its side, the chocolate syrup, a plastic container of sprinkles; untouched. It was like a sweet crime scene.

You walk to them with your hands on your hips, as Ashton just sits there quietly.

"You hungry? I know we didn’t really get to the sundaes but— you could’ve just said somethin’."

"No, no— I’m not hungry…" Covering up your newfound nervousness with a chuckle, you reach for the bottle of chocolate syrup.

"Oh."

You glance over your shoulder at Ashton, who was clearly trying to get a read on what you were doing.

"Can we try something with this?"

Ashton’s eyes widen at the bottle in your hand, a sneaky smile spreading across his face that made you just want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"You want me to lick it off of you, don’t you?"

The condescension in his voice was more prominent than ever.

"You don’t have to—"

"Y/N, you know I’ll do anything once…" The way he responds so calmly makes your stomach turn.

"…Just tell me whatcha’ need."

You bite back a smile, walking back over to the couch with more confidence than before. Ashton shifts in his seat, spreading his legs comfortably and inviting you to straddle his lap.

All of your actions are unspoken, the only thing occupying the room around you were the sounds of a jazzy, blues guitar. You return to him, and he holds out his hand to you.

"M’lady," he jokes, reinstating that charm of his as you use his hand as leverage to straddle him.

"You’re so dumb."

He scrunches his nose. "You love it."

With the bottle in one hand, and his hand in the other, you get comfortable on his lap. His hands find your waist again instantly, index fingers toying at the hemline of your t-shirt.

Well, his t-shirt.

Unsure of how to resume what you had started, you crash your lips into his, and drop the syrup bottle at your side, in hopes he’d get the memo.

And, of course, he did. He knew you a lot better than you thought.

"Let’s get you out of this, hm?" He mumbles into your lips, not long before pulling the shirt over your head. You lift your arms to aid him in undressing you.

"I’ve been looking everywhere for that shirt, by the way," He chuckles, but doesn’t waste any time finding his blistered hands on your waist.

You just smile at him, running your tongue across your bottom lip. "Found it."

As your lips reconnect, you can already feel the wetness pooling in your panties, grinding down into the hardened length held captive by his briefs. His tongue explores your mouth, while your hands wrap around the nape of his neck.

You start a rhythm of swiveling your hips; his hands traveling down your waist to cup your ass, taking it in a handful.

"Fuck this grinding shit… ‘Need to fuckin’ feel you…" He speaks sloppily through bated breaths, but you nod in agreement. An hour spent teasing was an hour too long.

Your hand moves to his hair, pulling back his head so you could leave a trail of sultry kisses down his exposed neck and chest. He whines at the contact of your lips on his skin.

"Wanna ride me, baby?"

Your head pops up, taking your bottom lip between your teeth with a nod. "Yes please."

He wastes no time lifting your hips off of his to free his cock from the button on his briefs. You do the same, taking your hand between your bodies and pushing your panties to the side.

Moving with such haste was typical for you and Ashton; since half of the times you’ve fucked have either been rushed, or at a place where you really shouldn’t have been so needy for each other.

"Fuck yes, baby— always so ready f’me…" He palms his cock, brushing the tip against your wet folds. All you could do was whine, already fuck-drunk by the slightest feeling of him.

But before you were able to lower yourself onto him, he stops you in your tracks with a grab at your sides.

"Eager now, are we? Aren’t we missing something here?"

You were already so dazed by the thought of riding him that you had completely forgotten what you had asked for.

"Mmm, shit, you’re right." You nod, closing your eyes and settling yourself onto his thighs.

He reaches beside you for the chocolate syrup bottle, holding it between your bodies. A wave of excitement rolls down your spine, watching eagerly as he pops the lid.

"Where do you want me?" He asks, his eyes flicking between the bottle and your chest.

"Everywhere."

With a shake of his head and a bite of his lip, he tips the bottle. You take in a deep breath, watching the chocolatey mixture pour out and trickle down your bare chest.

You weren’t sure how much he’d let drip down the front of your body, how far he’d actually go with your request. But the only thing you could do was watch with a slack jaw as he continued to pour it onto you.

His eyes flicker with lust as he watches the gooey trail lead down towards your bellybutton, practically salivating at the sight of you covered in something edible. Something so sweet.

"Y’look fuckin’ delicious, Y/N. Wonder how good you taste—" he mumbles, satisfied with his artwork as he pops the lid closed.

"’Guess there’s only one way to find out."

Your head was reeling. Spinning at a mile per minute. You didn’t think you’d enjoy this as much as you were about to, and you’d only realized it the moment his tongue licked a slow stripe up your chest.

"Shit—"

You whine and writhe, arching your back to allow better access to the chocolate that had gone too low to reach.

Ashton hums in delight at the taste of you on his tongue, those bright green eyes popping up only upon hearing your voice.

He seemed to enjoy watching how he ruined you, almost as much as you enjoyed letting him.

Expletives and more moans croak out of you as he starts another pass up to your chest, this time starting just above your belly button.

You wanted to scream in ecstasy, but couldn’t find it in you to make a sound louder than the satisfied groans coming from him. His tongue moved intricately across your body, collecting every last bit of that sweet nectar on his tongue.

Ashton then swallows, and gives one last pass of his tongue between the valley of your tits before stopping up to your eye level.

"Wanna taste?" He asks, licking at the left over chocolate on the corner of his mouth.

"Thought you’d never ask."

In a second, his lips are hungrily slotting against yours. Your tongues swirl together; the rich, earthy flavor meshing into something even sweeter than before.

Just as you thought you couldn’t get enough of him, he reaches down between your bodies, attaching his index finger to your clit.

"That’s it, baby—" says Ashton, messily attempting to keep your lips interlocked as his motions cause you to jump out of your skin, "— bein’ so good. So sweet. Gonna’ cum for me, sweet girl?"

"Yes, Ash— Please—" You beg, an empty plea, as his fingers continue to chip away at your decorum and any part of you that was left on this Earth.

His middle finger was now brushing against your slit, but you were feeling far too greedy.

"Please, Ash— Need t’feel you, oh—"

Your forehead knocks against his, hips gyrating with force and practically begging for release. He listens to the signs, as always, now with one finger inside of you and the other still playing with your clit.

"That’s it, darlin’. Just like that—"

He coaches you through every single fleeting moan that rips through your throat, nodding at you. Giving you all of the conformation you needed to completely let go.

"Give it to me, Y/N. Fuckin’ give it t’ me."

"Fuck, Ash!"

Your heart rate doubles, triples; it’s climbing and climbing with each curl of his fingers. You watch his face contort as he takes his time pleasuring you, noticing his teeth sunk into his bottom lip so deeply that he was close to drawing blood.

"Ash, I’m close—"

You gasp for air, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you begin to hurdle towards the brink of your orgasm. But all he does is peer at you with that familiar, sultry smile.

"Kiss me."

Following his eager instruction, you slam your lips onto his. The both of you let out a collective sigh as your tongues entwine once again, singing sweet nothings into each other’s mouths while his fingers fuck up into you.

You could still taste the remnants of chocolate, the syrupy flavor ghosting around in your mind right before stars are fogging your vision. You completely let go, releasing yourself onto his fingertips with a loud cry.

"Yes, fuck— give it t’ me."

Ashton coaches you one last time as your orgasm rips through your limbs, rendering every single organ of yours absolutely useless. The butterflies once encaged in your stomach had set finally set free, and fluttered along your insides.

As your orgasm fades out into a shaky pair of legs and a heightened heart rate, you think about what Ashton had said right before he was spilling chocolate sauce onto your bare chest. How willing, how eager he was to try this with you.

To taste you.

You pinch your eyes closed, before collapsing onto the front of his chest with a long sigh.

"Fuckin’ hell, Ashton," You mean to sound stern, but it comes out as more of a giggle as your thoughts bounce around in your brain, "And to think I thought you were gonna say no…"

As his hand reaches up to comb through your hair, his head leans down to whisper in your ear. You could tell he was smiling.

It was always so obvious.

"Well, Y/N— when it comes to you, I’ve got a fuckin’ sweet tooth."

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#ashton irwin #5sos #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton 5sos

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eb0ny-raven · 6 months

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Spencer Reid & Reader // 900 words

~ While driving together, Spencer Reid comforts his coworker’s intrusive thoughts in his typical Reid-y way.

~ Can be read as Platonic or Romantic, but written with platonic in mind.

“Are you alright?” Doctor Reid pulled his eyes away from the file open in his hand and looked over to you. You almost didn’t notice his look, as your own eyes were too busy scanning the road in front of you, and you nearly missed his question too.

As your eyes flitted from car to car, the rational part of your brain tried to keep you focused on the road, but it was fighting a losing battle. You could feel your thoughts get a bit lost. Every shadow from trees was a pedestrian in the road, you misjudged car parts for roadkill, and every bump in the road gave you the overwhelming feeling of getting into a crash. Every turn felt like it was going to send you into a tailspin.

“Yeah.” You said shortly. Reid furrowed his eyebrows.

“The wheel isn’t going to go anywhere.” He added a bit of a lift to his voice and you looked down at your hands. They gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, whitening your knuckles, and you also felt their involuntary shaking.

“I know.” You kept your responses short. You noticed this but too much brain power was being used to try to keep the car on the road. You ticked your head back and felt your neck crack slightly.

“You’re shaking.” He closed the folder and slipped it on the dashboard.

“Yeah.” I drifted around in the lane, micro-adjusting the steering wheel unnecessarily. We drove toward a stoplight, and it turned yellow, surprising me. I came to a clunky stop which lurched both Reid and I forward. “Sorry,” I apologized, “I have my license, promise.” I lightheartedly smiled at Spencer in the passenger seat. He stared back at me straight-faced and I could feel his eyes searching my face.

“What’s wrong?”

I didn’t want him to find the reason stupid, even though I knew he’d be fine about it.

“Oh, nothing.” A pedestrian in the crosswalk waved at me and I struggled to hold in my impulse control.

“I can tell you’re lying, y/n, seriously. Also the light is green.” I groaned and accelerated before any angry driver behind me decided to let me know.

“I’ll be fine. What’s the exit?” I changed the subject as I pulled onto a cloverleaf to enter the freeway. My brain immediately clouded with all the new cars around me, and now at higher speeds, I could feel every bump and vibration.

“Exit 54.”

My head ticked forward this time and my hands started to feel very lightweight.

“Great.” If Reid was categorizing my movements, I wouldn’t have seen anything. With the incessant hum of the car worming its way through my head, I scanned the upcoming direction signs and flicked on my blinker to switch to the rightmost lane. The car lurched a bit, moved right, then wobbled in the lane before settling much too far on one side.

Jesus, it’s like you just got your permit or something.

I exited on 54, but it felt too soon. Reid directed me left at another stoplight, then had me pull into an empty parking lot. I put the vehicle and park and cocked my head at Reid.

“I’ll drive.” He said simply. Thank you. I blessed Spencer in my head. Normally I would have protested, but I felt far too much fear to even think about pulling out of the parking lot.

He was out of the car and beside the driver's side door before I had even opened it. I got out, Spencer got it, shifted the seat and mirrors, then put the car in reverse when I managed myself into the passenger seat.

“You know, intrusive thoughts are a very common occurrence-“ He pulled out of the lot and started back on course, “-about 96 percent of the population admit to having them.”

It didn’t immediately register in my head he was talking to me, I just stared through the windshield and slowly opened and closed my hands into fists. My wrists jerked a little for a moment, then I just played with my hands.

“The most common ones tend to be about doing something illegal, like theft or vandalism, thoughts of violence like murder or suicide, or unwanted sexual imagery. They can vary from just a thought crossing your mind to being a very debilitating mental affect. And while intrusive thoughts can be indicative of an underlying mental health condition like OCD and other anxiety disorders, it’s actually quite normal and not at all a reflection of a person's character or moral standing.”

His voice rambled very evenly, but his inflections felt more empathetic than usual. I sighed and looked at him. His eyes were on the road, but I saw him smirk when he glanced over.

“Professionals aren’t always sure why a person experiences intrusive thoughts, but I tend to think of it as a by-product of our internal defense system. A lot of times the unwelcome thought has no connection to the action a person is taking, but in stressful situations it can be the brain's coping mechanism.”

I laugh.

“Why are you telling me all this, Spencer?” I know why he’s telling me, he probably knows me better than I know myself.

“So next time you can just tell me you don’t want to drive.”

My hands still feel clammy, and small anxious ticks still take over my movements, but I nod.

“Will do.” After a beat of silence he looks over at me.

“I’m being serious.” He looks at me through his curly brown bangs.

“So am I. Thank you. Now eyes back on the road.”

#criminal minds #Spencer Reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #platonic #gn reader

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redheadspark · 1 year

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For your may prompts!

16. Being ready for the next step with Oliver Wood, I miss him.

happy writing!

A/N - YAY STELLA! I love this request for our boy Oliver! How fantastic, thanks for requesting this bestie!

Present

Summary - Oliver only wanted to think of the future and what was ahead, and all you can think about was the present.

Warnings - nothing but fluff for Oliver!

"We need to go over the plan again,"

"What plan, Oli?"

"Our main plan! You know, the plan of all plans!"

"Darling, I think there has been a hiccup with that plan, clearly,"

Oliver paused as you were perched in your chair, eyeing him with a wide grin as he was looking from your eyes over to the clear evidence that was on your lower stomach.

Your pregnant stomach, shows you were due in 3 weeks.

Oliver, being the over-planner since his earlier days in Hogwarts as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for some years, wanted to plan out his future as a married couple. You both had decent jobs and were making decent money, especially since you two were young and recently married.

The only hiccup that did happen was the Second Wizarding War that took place at your old school, to which you both went to fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It was a long and violent night, though you both made it out alive. Since Voldemort's defeat, Oliver wanted to move on and have a normal life with you. As did the rest of the world, but especially Oliver.

So now, a year after the Battle at Hogwarts and things once again calming down, you found out you were pregnant. You were shocked, but it wasn't too scandalous or a big ordeal. Oliver wanted kids, he grew up around plenty of cousins and little ones in his home and he grew attached to the thought of being a dad. You wanted kids too, though you were thinking that you were a bit farther down the lane in your marriage. But you both were excited, about having a new little one in the world to care for and to raise,

Better now than back when Voldemort was still at large.

"This little one has made a hiccup in our plan, Mr. Wood," You reminded him as he sat on the same ottoman where your feet were perched, taking one foot in hand and massaging the swollen ankles and the sole of your foot, "And although we are excited to have a little one around here very soon...I know you're anxious,"

"How can I not be?" Oliver asked in a shrug, "We're still healin' from what happened. The Weasleys still need us, they haven't been the same since..."

He paused, looking down for a second and you knew who he was talking about. You hummed.

"I know, sweetheart." You reassured him, "I think you've been doing an amazing job looking after Ginny and George, even Molly has been telling me you're amazing for helping her and the family,"

"They've been my second family for some time, apart from you," Oliver hummed with a small smile as he continued his massage on your other foot, "I'm glad we have George as the Godfather,"

"I'm quite surprised you didn't ask Harry," You tased him as he pinched your ankle in retaliation, "We need to invite him and Teddy over for dinner one of these days, after the baby comes,"

"I'd like that," Oliver agreed, you rubbing your belly and leaning back a bit in your chair, "You think we're ready for this? Being parents and having a baby around here?"

"Yes, yes I do," He replied instantly, making your smile go big as he placed your feet back on the ottoman before facing you, running his fingers up and down your leg.

"It's gonna be a huge step for us," You reminded him.

"Aye, but a step we can take together," He explained, "I keep thinkin' back to if we were doin' this during the war, and if somethin' would have happened to ya. I'm just...I'm glad we're doin' this now,"

You sat up a bit and took his hand in your own, feeling him hold your hand nice and tight. Olived love you with all of him, every ounce and every inch. Working so hard to get where you were, dealing with and surviving a War that almost ruined everything for you, it seemed as though you two could conquer anything. You would do anything, be anything, to be with Oliver and to have this happiness stay.

"Me too," You agreed as Oliver leaned over to kiss your cheek lovingly, "And I am still not convinced that we were having a daughter."

Oliver laughed, "I think we are! Didn't it say in that muggle book that if your belly's low it's a girl?"

"Since when do you read those books?" You asked him in a mocked challenging tone.

"Since I found out I'm gonna be a Da!" He replied, poking your side, "Our little gal is gonna be a flyer, like her mum, and a quidditch player, just like her Da!"

"We'll have to see, won't we? And don't start planning her life out already, Oli! Wait until she comes at least!"

"Okay okay!" He replied

He kept that promise, waiting until his daughter Poppy Wood was placed in his arms 3 weeks later.

The End

May Prompt Session

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sdipsomaniau · 10 months

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The Waffle House on Haunted Hill

A sudden blip of light and yellow differentiated the Waffle House from the rest of the dark road. It was surrounded on all sides by farmland, save for the two lane road which hit the parking lot in a glancing blow. Beyond it were black acres of black corn and black mountains, silhouetting a black horizon. Three cars were parked in the otherwise empty parking lot, the black asphalt illuminated by half broken, yellowing lamps.

“Who brings a kid out this late?” Diane wiped the counter.

“They do. Every Sunday night.” The cook didn’t look up.

The family sat in the corner. They were quiet, vaguely solemn, though they seemed used to that. Their clothes were old.

“One in the morning though?” Diane said quietly, glancing at them.

The cook said nothing. His shoulders twitched, suggesting a shrug he didn’t have the energy for. He tossed a pile of hash browns on the stove, and listened to it scream.

Diane waited for any further word, and exhaled when none came. There was a spot on the counter she couldn’t wipe out, and she guessed it may stay there. She kept wiping at it.

Wrinkles etched themselves haphazardly across Diane's sunburnt face, only partially covered by frizzing hair that had started to grey only decades ago. Altogether, her appearance amounted to something strange, lively, dated.

Quiet sat in the Waffle House, oppressive. She could feel it pressing in on her oppressively, her breathing hard. Her thoughts curled inward, drowning out her senses. It felt like something was swallowing her, stomach lining crushing, binding.

Only one more year, she thought. She could retire then, she could move on with her life. Only one more year.

Silence evaporated as Randy walked back in from the dumpsters.

“Eyyo Diane, you catch the Batman movie?”

Diane forgot what she was thinking about.

“Nope! Been meaning to though.”

Randy hopped over the counter, knocking over a bottle of syrup. It shattered.

“Ah, shit, my bad.”

Diane snickered to herself, and grabbed some paper towels.

"Try breaking a salt shaker next time, it'll leave less of a mess." She said, picking up the larger pieces of glass from the puddle of syrup. Meanwhile, Randy grabbed a mop. The cook ignored them both.

"Ey, wait, Diane," Randy leaned in close. She could smell weed on his breath. "You wanna know somethin' weird?"

She gave him a vaguely concerned look.

"Uh, sure?"

Randy grinned excitedly.

"They don't have a car."

"What?"

Randy flicked his eyes in the direction of the family.

"I was tossing garbage and shit, doing Randy shit, and I notice, there's just our cars there. Those people have no car."

Diane looked at the family again. They hadn't spoken a word since they had ordered. A mother, a father, and a daughter: the father had ordered for them; she couldn't remember his voice. They looked like farmers.

"Maybe they're Amish? They’ll keep weird hours," she suggested, throwing broken glass in the trash.

Randy shook his head.

"Nah, nah. I didn't see horses or any shit."

"Amish folk take Ubers sometimes:, my neighbor Trish says she's driven a lot of Amish folk around."

Outside, a flickering lamp lit where the road met the parking lot. Randy stared at it.

"Have you seen any cars in the last hour?"

Diane thought for a moment. Absolutely no one had driven into the parking lot; not one car had even driven by. She turned to Randy.

"How do you think they got here?"

Randy plopped the mop down.

"I think those fuckers walked like a couple freakazoids. Some real local weirdos or something." He said, sliding the mop through the viscous brown puddle.

That'd make a little bit of sense, Diane thought.

"I guess they're from one of the nearby farms?" She asked.

Three plates of food were pushed across the worktop. Eggs sat blankly on plates. Diane looked at the cook, who shifted his head slightly.

“Go and ask them yourself,” he said, and turned back to the stove.

They were Diane’s table; some deep, animal part of her shook, and she didn’t know why.

“I will,” Diane replied, and began the process of picking up the food.

One burning hot plate rested on her arm, while the other two only lightly singed her fingertips. She carried the order out from behind the bar area, walking slowly, carefully. There was something odd about them all, the family. The way they sat there, speechless, tired: almost crumpled looking. The daughter was only five or six, but she looked like she’d worked a full day. Her dress looked like something pulled from an attic, like paper in a book that had gone untouched for years: she looked old.

Three hashbrown bowls descended carefully to their table, scrutinized by uncaring eyes.

Diane summoned her voice, “Everything looks alright for you folks?

Yes, they said. It was the father’s mouth that moved. The incongruency of these facts shifted past Diane, who smiled politely.

“So, you all local?

Yes, they said. There was the sound of forks, and less food. The family looked at Diane, mouths unmoving.

“Ah, happen to be one of our neighbors?”

Yes, they responded. Diane decided they weren’t a very talkative sort.

“Well, if you need anything else, just let us know.” Someone said thank you, and Diane turned away, satisfied that there was nothing truly wrong about them. Randy, she decided, can get carried away with things.

As Diane began to walk back, the door to the Waffle House swung open. A gaggle of twenty-somethings, one clearly in the back end of a particularly vivid acid trip, several others thoroughly stoned, meandered in through the doorway, and turned in the general direction of Randy. They opened to a general chorus of Randy’s name, before returning to a din of chatter.

Randy turned to Diane, “Hey, they good to sit over there-”

He went still. Diane followed his gaze, and turned around.

The plastic backing and faux red leather of the booth seating was exposed, unoccupied. The plates were empty, as if there had never been food there to begin with. The only thing left was a small stacked pile of bills, which Diane would find later to exactly cover the cost of the meal, tip presumably forgotten.

Randy was motionless. The mop slipped from his hands and banged against the ground, bouncing briefly before settling into a puddle of watered down syrup. Randy turned to his friends.

“Eyyo guys, you gotta sit at the ghost table!”

#story #horror #fiction #sdipsomaniau #waffle house #ghost story #ghost

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Anemone

The first time I ever really checked out the Brian Jonestown Massacre goes back to the first time I played Outer Limits in 2019. I had only known Brendan for a few months at that point. But he offered to put a tape out for us on his label Remove Records. We were playin’ with the Pontiac Stags. With all five members. And they did a cover of “Anemone.” I was on acid that night. We played a horrible set. But that cover really reverberated through me. So in a roundabout way, Brendan’s the one that got me into this mess in the first place.

Fast forward another month. It’s my twenty-first birthday. I’m on molly in my kitchen makin’ pizza rolls. I got a band playin’ upstairs. And the house is full of a buncha faces that would soon become recognizable to me in the drunken blur of shows to come. “I pulled up behind a car with a Brian Jonestown Massacre bumper sticker and knew I must be in the right place.” This guy says to me as he fills a bottle of water. Hit a joint. I’ve never met him before. But he’s supposed to do an acoustic set in my back room under the name Kid Infinity. After his set he asked if it would be ok if he set his projector up for the other bands to use durin’ their sets.

Fast forward a few years. Just a few months ago. Second annual Freaksgivin’ is just gettin’ started at Bowlero. 208 is playin’ near the end of the night. And I’m coked out. Makeup runnin’ down my face from sweat. And frustration at my inability to figure out how to get a fuckin’ DVD player to work. Forgetting the crucial first step. Turn it off then back on. So I pull up Dig! on the laptop and play that through the bowling alley instead of Gimme Gimme Octopus. “You know they just showed a full cock on the screen right?” Gabe asks me as he DJs and I speed off to do a bump and help get the first band set. The goal was to find somethin’ family friendly at the beginning of the night. But the only movie I could think of that was free on YouTube was the BJM doc.

You can see how the Brian Jonestown Massacre became a bit of a motif in my life. Appearing as an omen for something beautiful about to begin. A sign that I’m at the rest place. And I don’t think anyone idolized Anton the way they did Iggy. Well… Maybe Joey. Everyone has at least one time they remember him putting on Dig! in their presence. So it made it all very surreal when I checked my phone as my acid was kickin’ in today to a message from Kyle. “We’re opening for BJM tonight.”

The benefit of workin’ for ultra neo-lib bosses is that they will do whatever the fuck you ask if they think it will help their image. So I had already gotten some free tickets to BJM. “Whatch you’re sayin’ is 208 is just the little cherry on top of your trip tonight?” Will raises his eyebrows at me as we stand outside smokin’ cigs after their set. Yes. That’s the best way to put it bud. 208 is the rotten cherry bomb. Caked in fuzz and drenched in blood and spit. With a short fuse to send your fractured teeth rattlin’ in your fuckin’ skull as you bite down on the crunch of guitar and drums.

“That’s a huge jump.” Josh, the bartender I know at the Majestic, says to me as he turns down a shot. Gotta keep it professional behind the bar when you’re workin’ the Theater apparently. “I thought it was a typo when I got in and saw the set times. They’re an above the lanes band. Not an opener for a show like this.”

It is a huge jump. I look out my bedroom window to the front lawn I plan on doin’ house shows on this summer. Again. Another mess of sludge and dirt that I got rooted into once I met Brendan. As I smoke a cig. Thinkin’ this is some crazy delusion caused by the D in LSD. I can see the spot Kyle first gave me a 208 tape durin’ a show at my house a couple years ago when him and Shelby moved here. They didn’t say much to me then. Shit. We still don’t even say much to each other now. It’s always hard to have a conversation over the feedback. The drugs. And the general lack of social skills we all have that probably brought us together in the first place. They just thought I might like their band. They heard about me through some clout chaser whose name won’t even tarnish this fuckin’ beautiful moment.

Now if you were one of the boomer acid casualties in the audience for BJM and saw Kyle doubled over. Spittin’. Screamin’. And bleedin’. With the mic held between his teeth. Shelby behind a pair of sunglasses. Still behind the kit. But beatin’ the shit outta the toms. Every bit of chaos distinguishable through a PA of this quality. If that was your first impression of 208. You might think the two are unapproachable and terrifyingly cool. And that last part is still true. But they are the two most genuine people you could meet. Quiet. Tame. They aren’t there for the party. They aren’t there to get in with Hala or the false prophet of garage Jack White. They aren’t even lookin’ for a good anecdote to tell their grandkids when they catch ‘em smokin’ grass. They are there for the same reason any of us have been there. Cause that shit makes our tinnitus sound siiiiccckk!!! Clippin’ just right. They’re just tryin’ to vibe like the rest of us. They both are there because they simply enjoy the music. It just so happens we’ve all become friends along the way.

“Do you ever think of looking into doing something else in the music business?” My mom asks me that afternoon. I’m not on acid yet. 208 doesn’t even know they’re openin’ for BJM at this point. I was just tellin’ my mom about this movie I watched last night. 24 Hour Party People. The story behind Factory Records and Tony Wilson. I started tryin’ to summarize it. But just watch the movie. It’s good. All you need to know is Factory Records never really existed. It was just some words Tony Wilson put on a sleeve so Joy Division could have full creative control of their music. None of this is about makin’ money. Or bein’ immortalized in underground, subculture Reddit threads. It’s about feelin’ the sound guy turn the subs up after Anton bitches at him that there doesn’t need to be that much low end. Even if it does sound sick.

Even if it does trigger Sean as a sound tech. That chaos. That noise. That feedback, delay, fuzz, reverb. Six twelve string guitars. The pretension and desire to be seen and heard. That audible mess is what makes the constant noise in our brain feel it belongs.

My mom has only smoked weed once in her life. She took one hit and didn’t like it cause it hurt her throat. But she loves watchin’ and readin’ about Warhol and the Factory. About the Beats. These little cliques of artists that have sprung up time and time again. I tell her stories of house parties or what happens when an after hours gets raided. I tell her Dee is workin’ on an interview with Half Japanese for our blog that nobody ever remembers to promote their writing on. And it’s always “you guys need your own little thing like the beatniks…” And she doesn’t get it. We don’t need to be immortalized. We live our own urban legends in real time. The shenanigans of doin’ whip-its and makin’ pancakes at three in the morning means just as much as if nobody else ever knew about it. It wasn’t just Kerouac and Ginsberg ya know? And it wasn’t just Warhol? There were vast networks of artists feeding into each other. Through space and time and the whole damn continuum. It’s all the same sound wave. Just ran through a few different pedals. It’s all the same energy. Kerouac is Warhol is BJM is 208.

It’s not just one party. It’s not just one gig. It’s constant. The old heads are talkin’ with the up and comin’ scenesters. Everyone’s there. All the faces radiate in familiarity in the red lights of the Theater. Spot a Stool. A Toehead. I’ve missed things like this. A guy collapses face first from a combination of body heat. Probably a psychedelic of some sort. And the raw sounds of 208. These sounds. These sights. These vibes. This community of people that aren’t afraid to admit they have no idea what the fuck is happenin’ anymore. I’ve missed it. Goddamn! I picked the wrong month to finally get off blow. Although… A lawyer once told me if you drive on psychs just deny. They can’t test ya for it. Addiction is nothin’ more than a habit we form to cope with the burden of bein’ human. But sometimes the habit we turn into an addiction can be a healthy coping mechanism. Like sacrificing your hearing in the name of tone. Or beatin’ the shit outta each other and lobbin’ beer cans at someone’s skull. These addictions form bonds. These bonds form community. And I’ve been too busy turnin’ other habits into addictions. Somethin’ as visceral as 208 can’t help but make you think. All that bottled up, raw emotion from the humble duo released into raw sound. You can’t even call this shit noise rock anymore. It’s just sound.

Em steps back inside after Kyle spends at least four minutes tearin’ strings from his guitar. Every bit of noise distinguishable. Speakers clippin’ just right. White noise for the deranged. Head welted from him bangin’ the wood against his skull. They said last time we played Outer Limits they know good psych when it feels like they’re gonna have a panic attack. And I know some of the punk purists don’t wanna say noise is psych cause they don’t like hippies or Deadheads. The guy that talks the most shit about the Dead just had to play an hour set. And mostly jammed feedback. At least Jerry played fuckin’ notes man.

Regardless. Sean says good psych gives the panic attacks a feelin’ of purpose. Now there’s somethin’ at least to attribute to the general anxiety. “What was the name of that band?” An older woman behind us asks.

“208.”

“Ok. I need to know so I know never to see them again.”

“I’ll tell Kyle and Shelby you said that.” Don’t worry ma’am. They’ll take it as a compliment.

I went to see Melvins and Ministry a few days ago with Sarah. And she described the experience as spiritual. Well… That doesn’t nearly compare to the spiritual experience I have everytime I see 208. Spiritual in the way Kyle supposedly sold his soul to the devil. It feels like my soul just nutted. Or maybe that was me puking. I don’t know. I drank that PBR too fast. And I don’t know how Joey got from the stage to the crowd to start a pit so fast. All I know. I fuckin’ needed 208 in my life. It never gets borin’ tryin’ to come up with new and exciting ways to describe the noise. The midwest, construction bumble of Shelby’s drums. And the staggering mess of Kyle emerging from a swamp of sound in his Remove Records t-shirt as he throws his guitar in the air and the mic crunches against the floor as it falls from his teeth. Glob of drool hangin’ from his lip. I imagine that was how he was walkin’ on the shitty scaffolding when he got vertigo readin’ the text “do you wanna open for BJM tonight?”

I could sit here and describe how mesmerizing Kyle moves on stage. I could tell you how my head spirals following Shelby’s sticks. Describe how mind blowing it was to hear them fill a room that size with so much dissonance. I could tell you how sore my neck is. Or make jokes about all the BJM fans that couldn’t understand seein’ genius before their very eyes. But you really just have to be there. Be here now in the moment to truly understand the ritual of 208. I let the euphoria of that surreal, beautiful experience exist on its own. I didn’t buy any blow. And it’s a lot harder to write comin’ down from acid without it than I thought. I’m addicted to these people and the way they kill the dreadfully mundane. I enjoy the moment with the community I feel at home in. The place where the mess of noise in my head feels it belongs. BJM has always been a sign I’m in the right place. If you wanna see the set you’ll have to see Kid Infinity’s footage eventually. He was on stage filmin’ the whole thing. All I’ll tell you. It was fuckin’ sick. Watchin’ them figure out how to fill an hour set. I don’t think they’ve ever played longer than twenty minutes. And the two of them deserve every fuckin’ second of that hour. Even Shelby cracks a triumphant smile on stage. The two radiate on stage. Open in full vulnerable expression like an anemone. Reminding us all just to relax and enjoy the beautifully surreal chaos this life spirals us through.

#bjm #brian jonestown massacre #208 #detroit garage rock #rocknroll

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study-coffee-chicago · 2 years

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For halstead sister - something to do with her running away

Here you go!

You walked out of school holding your pink Hello Kitty backpack tight to your shoulders. You were waiting on the sidewalk near the carpool lane for Jay to pick you up. He told you he’d pick you up since it was his day off and then he’d take you out for donuts and hot chocolate to celebrate getting an A on your math quiz over addition the other day.

You hopped up and down since you were excited. You had on a pair of black snow pants, a pair of black snow boots, a lavender jacket with a fluffy hood, pink mittens, and a pink hat.

Then, you saw something out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head and looked closer. It was a kitty! You looked at your teacher and saw that she was talking to some other kid’s parent. You knew you wouldn’t get far and you’d just come right back after you pet the kitty. So, you started walking through the snow.

***

Jay got up to the front of the carpool line and expected to see you start running to your teacher excitedly and saying that he was here to pick you up. When two minutes passed, he started getting honked at by the parents behind him. When five minutes passed he got worried. But, he tried to rationalize it by thinking that maybe you had to go to the bathroom and had gone inside. And after that, you’d have to put your winter gear back on and he knew from experience that that took a while.

But, after eight minutes, he pulled his truck into a parking spot and got out.

He walked up to your teacher and the remaining students in your class who were waiting to be picked up.

“Excuse me,” he said. “I’m looking for Y/N Halstead.”

“Oh, yes. You’re Jay, right?” the teacher asked, remembering him from the time he had come into the class and talked about being a police officer. With his and Will’s schedules, it was more likely than not that the babysitter would be picking you up from school and not one of your brothers.

“Yes, ma’am. Now, Y/N. Did she go to the bathroom or something?”

She looked down at her clipboard that showed where each kid was and if they had been picked up. “No, she should be here.”

The two looked through the students, neither spotting you.

“Has kids,” your teacher said to the remaining students. “Has anyone seen Y/N?”

After what felt like an eternity, one little boy spoke up. “She went that way.” He pointed to his left.

“Do you know why?” your teacher asked and crouched down to his level.

He shook his head. “It- It looked like she was runnin’ to somethin’.”

Jay racked his brain. You wouldn’t just run off; he and Will had taught you to never ever do that and to always tell a grown-up where you were going. Then it dawned on him.

Cats.

You loved them and that was the one thing you had tried to run off towards once before. But, luckily Jay saw and jogged after you.

But, he hadn’t been here this time. He had half a mind to put this teacher in cuffs for not being attentive enough. But, he took a deep breath. She had lots of kids to drop off and he knew from experience that elementary school dropoffs and pickups were a logistical nightmare.

“Are there any cats around here? Maybe strays? She’s ran after one once, but I saw her before she could get any further.”

“Not that I know of,” she answered.

Jay subtly lifted the edge of his shirt, revealing his badge. “Mind if I take a look at your security cameras?”

“Yes, of course,” she said and turned to another teacher. “Can you watch my class for a moment? We have a, uh, a…situation.” The other teacher nodded and your teacher handed over the clipboard. She turned to Jay. “Follow me.”

***

You had finally gotten to the kitty and were super excited! You reached out to pet it, but as you got closer, it hissed and stuck its head out. Before you had a chance to pull your hand away, it bit your right pointer finger and it went through your mitten and through your skin.

You cried out.

Then, you looked at your finger. It was bleeding! You didn’t like this!

You looked around and tried to figure out which way you came, but you had run into a small area of woods. There was no way to know which way you came from!

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

You were so scared.

You wanted Will and Jay!

You decided on a direction that you thought you came from and started to go that way. You knew Jay always told you to stay where you were if you got lost but the woods were scary! You wanted to get out of them!

***

“She’s gone?” Will yelled through the phone after Jay had explained the situation to him (after he had called Intelligence for some backup on this).

“Yeah. I don’t- I don’t know what happened. She saw a damn cat and she just ran off. We told her- we told her to never run off without telling someone. And here we are.”

“We also told her to stay put if she gets lost,” Will pointed out. “Maybe she’ll listen to that part. She still know your badge number and both our phone numbers?”

“We drilled those into her head, so I hope so. Voight notified patrol and gave them a description of what she’s wearing, so hopefully, they’ll–”

“Jay!” Hailey yelled. “Patrol spotted a kid who matches Y/N’s description! An officer is talking to her right now.”

“Can you get me a location?”

Hailey asked for the location and got it and then gave it to Jay. Then, he gave it to Will and told him to meet him and Hailey there.

***

Jay was thanking God he had sirens on his truck as he sped through the streets of Chicago to a street three blocks away from your school. How a six-year-old had managed to walk that far was beyond him, but you had done it.

He slammed on the brake and threw his truck in park. When he saw you, tears came to his eyes. He and Hailey jumped out of the truck.

“Jay Jay!” you yelled and ran towards him.

He had never been so glad to hear your voice.

He scooped you up in his arms. He so badly wanted to say how grateful he was to have you back, but he had to show the officer his ID and badge to prove it was him. Once the officer was satisfied, he left and gave you a squeeze on the shoulder and told you never to chase after kitty cats again.

“You got her?” Will yelled as he sprinted up to you, Jay, and Hailey.

“I- I’m sorry!” you blubbered as tears rolled down your cheeks. “I just wanted to pet- to pet da kitty!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Jay soothed and rubbed your back.

“Are you- are you mad at me?”

“We’re not mad. We’re just glad you’re safe.”

You buried your head in Jay’s neck and reached a hand out for Will to hold. You wanted both of them.

“Oh, kiddo,” Will said. “You’re bleeding.”

Jay abruptly stopped rubbing your back. “She’s bleeding? Where?”

“Her finger,” Will answered. “Kiddo, can you look at me? What happened?”

You looked up at Will with tears still rolling down your cheeks. “Da- Da kitty was mean! She bited me!”

“Can I take off your glove?” Will asked gently. You nodded. He examined it for a minute. “It’s not deep, so no stitched, the glove probably helped with that. But, I do want to get her some antibiotics just in case of infection. And, when you get home, wash it out with soap and water and put a bandaid on it. Got it, Jay?”

“Got it. Ready to go home, sweetheart?”

You nodded and Jay helped you into the truck and buckled you into your car seat. He sat next to you in the backseat while you held his hand and Hailey drove. She said that Kim would pick her up on her way back to the district later since they rode over to the school together.

When you got home, Jay washed out your bite with warm, soapy water, and then you took a bath. When you got out, Will was there with antibiotics and hot chocolate and donuts. He even got you a size larger hot chocolate than normal. Luckily, the next day was Saturday, so if you got hyped up on sugar, it wouldn’t matter because you didn’t need to wake up for school. You ate your dinner and then ate your donut and drank your hot chocolate. After the day you had, you fell asleep with your head on Will’s shoulder halfway through Tangled. Jay and Will were just happy that their baby sister was safe.

#jay halstead #will halstead #halstead sister #headcanon #hc #chicago pd #chicago med

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eggtoasties · 3 years

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Pairing: Eventual Osamu x Reader

Rating: E for fucking Samu in the car :-)

Word Count: 4.4k of Miya twin shenanigans, fluff, then eventual smut

Summary: A hopeful love and a blossomed love; years of wishing on candles and they’re both content.

a/n: @powderblew ur the hopeful love my beloved

Contrary to popular belief, Miya Atsumu does not speed. Yes, he nearly loses his mind on the interstate every other day but his road rage is completely contained to cursing in the confines of his car. Most people think Atsumu’s the reckless driver with his loud personality and penchant for pulling off risky moves on the court, but surprisingly, it’s his counterpart who fully believes that the actual speed limit is at least ten above the posted signage and weaves through lanes with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh.

Atsumu got Osamu the car as a birthday gift—black, sleek, and quiet. He had been dropping hints for weeks but Osamu had brushed them off, figuring his brother was spewing incoherent nonsense.

It was the weekend before their birthday. They decided to take a trip to the mountains—it was rare at this point in their young adult lives to have the free time to spend with each other. Osamu was busy with the shop: serving customers, preparing food, and trying new dishes. Getting Onigiri Miya off the ground was a seven day work week with early mornings and late nights. Atsumu on the other hand, had regularly scheduled practices and travel matches with the team. Although his schedule was incredibly hectic, there was a sort of rhythmic regularity to it.

So, for the first weekend in a long time where it would be just them, Atsumu wanted it to be special. Afterall, it was their birthday. Atsumu was the one who drove them to the campsite, taking in the scenery with appreciation, going slowly on the winding roads while mindlessly tapping a beat on the steering wheel. As they got closer and closer to their destination, Osamu could tell his brother was antsy.

His eyes would flicker from the road, to Osamu, then back again. His mindless tapping to the music turned into an incessant drilling and he kept readjusting his legs and changing his hand position on the wheel, fidgeting in his seat.

“Wouldya’ quit that, yer gonna crash the fuckin’ car,” Osamu said, exaggeratingly clutching to the grab handle at the top of his window.

“Yer really gonna yell at me on ma’ birthday that’s jus’ like ya’ Samu—”

“It’s ma’ birthday too ya’ idiot!”

The sound of his brother’s bickering quelled Atsumu’s nerves and he settled in the driver’s seat, humming along to the song playing on the speakers. In response, Osamu turned up the volume, but Atsumu just grinned.

“You will arrive at your destination in .2 miles,” the smooth voice of the GPS chimed.

Atsumu began fidgeting again and Osamu swore he was gonna punch him the moment they made it out of the death trap.

They pulled into the winding driveway and Osamu banged his head against the dashboard.

“Please tell me ya’ didn’t screw up the reservation,” he said quietly.

“What kinda idiot, do ya’ take me for, Samu?” Atsumu whined. Although Osamu couldn’t see with his forehead pressed against the polished wood interior, Atsumu was smiling.

“Then why is there another car parked in our spot?” Osamu deadpanned, turning his head to his brother, still pressed into the dash.

“Look again an’ eat yer words ya’ scrub.”

Driving slowly forward towards the car and parking next to it, Osamu realized that a bright red bow was tied to the hood. He stilled in his seat and stared dumbly out his window, slowly turning towards his brother.

“Do ya’ like it, Samu?” Atsumu nearly whispered, leaning in close to his brother, eyes wide, committing every micro reaction to memory.

Osamu blinked once. Twice. Then turned back to the car.

“Yeah, Tsumu,” he said shakily, “I really do.”

Against the burning in his throat and the tightening of his eyes, Osamu willed himself to remain composed when he heard rustling. Atsumu took out a crumpled and worn piece of notebook paper, its edges frayed and torn and began to smooth it out in his palms.

He cleared his throat and stared at the empty space across Osamu’s shoulder.

“So, uh…” he began, uncharacteristically shy and Osamu sent a prayer that this wasn’t a speech about how Tsumu had somehow accidentally razed Onigiri Miya to the ground in the short period that he wasn’t there and this was all an elaborate apology.

“I know that this year’s been tough with Onigiri Miya jus’ startin’ out an’ everythin’ but I jus’ wanted to say,” Atsumu trailed off and scratched his ear before suddenly, startling Osamu, squaring his shoulders and directing a piercing stare into his brother’s eyes. “I’m so proud of you Samu!” he nearly yelled, face flushed with embarrassment.

Osamu felt the heat prickle against his neck and all he could do was blink owlishly at his twin.

“What on Earth are ya’ goin’ on about?” he questioned incredulously.

“Okay, okay, wait I wrote it all down,” Atsumu said quickly, smoothing the worn paper once again. He cleared his throat a few times before reading.

“Osamu—”

“Oh my god is this a proposal, why is this so formal?” Osamu asked out loud.

“God, shut yer big ol’ trap wouldya I am tryin’ here,” Atsumu bit back to the amusement of his twin. “Anyways,” he grumbled. “Samu. I’ve been thinkin’ for a while and I jus’ wanted to say thank ya’ for always bein’ there for me.”

Osamu did not often feel stupid. Well, that’s a lie, he thought. It’s been a year since Onigiri Miya’s opening and he was only just beginning to feel as if he was able to call his job stable and that he had a solid understanding of how things should be ran. However, it was not often that his brother made him feel stupid, but here he was, at a loss for words at this uncharacteristic show of appreciation.

Yes, high fives and hugs had always come easily after a particularly clean hit or a perfectly executed pass, but they never sat down like this and talked about how much they appreciated each other. Osamu figured it was unsaid in the little things—how the clothes Atsumu stole in high school always ended back clean in Osamu’s closet, how Osamu usually ended up making two bentos when they still lived together, or how Atsumu had always tried to include Osamu in team bonding even when Osamu was in college.

“I think,” Atsumu said, breaking Osamu out of his thoughts. “That you were what made me work so hard at volleyball. Not because you were the only one that could challenge me,” Osamu scoffed at this. “But because you were the only one I cared to play with for a long time.”

Tears pricked at his eyes and Osamu nodded at his brother to continue.

“An’ thinkin’ back, yer probably the only reason why ma’ teammates didn’t excommunicate me like they did to Tobio-kun,” Atsumu joked and Osamu cracked a smile despite the burning of his throat.

“An’ I know we’ve talked about this before, but I am still really sorry when I went off on ya’ when ya’ told me you were quittin’ volleyball. I don’t mean to beat a dead horse or anything—”

“You sound like Baa-chan,” Samu choked out, still trying to hold back tears, hands balled into fists on his lap.

Undeterred, Atsumu continued to read. “But the fact that fer the first time, ya’ wouldn’t be by my side on the court was jus’ never a possibility I’d considered. So ‘m sorry ‘bout the fuss I made even though I know that’s all old news.” He paused and nodded at Osamu, noting his fists and drew in a shaky breath.

“’Samu, I jus’ want to let ya’ know that I am so endlessly proud to be yer brother and all the work ya’ put in in college and startin’ Miya Onigiri honestly scared me a little,” he said chuckling. “The way you really focus in on somethin’ when yer concentrating was always so intense, but I’d only really seen it with volleyball. But ever since you went to college, and especially with this past year, I can’t believe I fought you to go pro with me because I’d never seen ya’ more fired up or intense than ya’ have been this past year.”

The sides of Atsumu’s paper begin to tear with the force of his grip, and both twins are mirror images of each other. Red in the face, hands in fists, and willing the other to cry first.

“Basically,” Atsumu drawled on, hands slightly shaking, “thank ya’ for bein’ the best brother and teammate I coulda’ ever asked for and I’m so, so, proud to be the brother of the founder of Onigiri Miya.” He lowered the paper from his line of vision and accidentally crumbled it with his hand as he blurt out, “And I love you!” turning even redder in embarrassment. “Even though ya’ never respond to my texts and make fun a’ me when I bring my teammates ‘round,” he quickly added in.

Osamu undid his seatbelt and forcefully opened his door. He heard Atsumu’s confused “huh” and watched as he fumbled with his seatbelt through the windshield as he crossed to the other side. Atsumu stumbled out of the driver’s seat and Osamu captured him in a bone crushing hug. One hand wrapped around his back and the other held Atsumu’s head as he cried into his neck.

He thought back to the first semester of culinary school when he questioned himself every single day if it was the right choice to have made. Learning and practicing different techniques that felt foreign was a hurdle that had seemed impossible at the time. Then, when he graduated and he figured he knew almost everything there was to know about the food industry after hours and hours of lab, internships, and class and began preparations for opening Miya Onigiri, he realized once again that he knew nothing. Even a year after founding Miya Onigiri and he still found himself doubting his success.

But, hearing his idiot brother tell him he was proud—was all he needed. Because Miya Osamu also pushed himself to the upper limits of his physical and mental abilities because his brother was the only one he wanted to compete with. It didn’t matter who else might try and challenge them, at the end of their finish lines, the only person they wanted to see was each other.

The autumnal air was incredibly crisp and although the forest surrounding their luxury cabin was teeming with life, time around them seemed to still as they both cried.

“This is too much, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu sniffled out. “My gift ta’ ya’ was literally like, two hundred dollars.”

“It’s okay,” sniffled Atsumu. He paused. “What’d ya’ get me?”

Osamu pulled away and wiped his face with the bottom hem of his sweater.

“I got ya’ a signed copy of that book you were yappin’ on about with yer favorite author and I got her to make a video for ya’ sayin’ happy birthday and all that—”

“Oh my god,” Atsumu said excitedly, “Yer tellin’ me ya’ got Sonia Barnes to write me a handwritten message and a private video!?”

Osamu grimaced at the snot Atsumu had dripping down his chin. “First of all don’t say it like that, an’ second of all, wipe yer nose or somethin’ ya’ scrub.”

Completley ignoring his brother’s complaints, Atsumu lunged at Osamu, begging him to show him the video. Osamu tapped at his phone, opened up the email attachment, and watched the myriad expressions of surprise, admiration, love, and happiness flicker across Atsumu’s face during a 20 second video while red eyed and swollen. He mused that this was possibly the best birthday they ever had.

“Let’s take this baby on a test drive,” Osamu said, eagerly waiting by the door as Atsumu watched his birthday video for the umpteenth time.

That Sonia Barnes was a very pretty lady, Osamu reasoned, but if he had to hear her chirp, “Happy Birthday Tsumu!” one more time, she was going to be the cause of fratricide.

Settling into the leather seat, Osamu pressed the start button and nearly cooed at the soft rumble of the engine.

Throwing himself into the passenger’s seat Atsumu said, “Let’s figure out how ta’ connect to Bluetooth so I can hear ma’ angel on speaker,” fiddling with the touch screen.

Osamu grabbed Atsumu’s phone and threw it in the backseat and put the car in drive just as Atsumu started to clamber in the back for it. He peeled down the driveway as Atsumu screamed and picked up speed down the secluded road as Atsumu managed to get back in his seat and secure the seat belt.

The pretty autumn foliage was a blur of orange and reds and Osamu breathed in the smell of new leather and wood polish.

“S-slow down!” Atsumu yelled, quickly activating the lock function on the seatbelt and gripping the grab handle with both hands. “I-is this b-because I told the whole team you’d giv’ em’ free food if they said they were my teammate,” he screamed, “I’ll tell ‘em nevermind!”

Osamu rolled down the windows and the sun roof and laughed as the wind ran through his hair while his brother cried for the second time that day.

A year later and Osamu’s still in the driver’s seat of his car, but this time, she’s in the passenger’s seat. They have all the windows down and he’s speeding along the coast of Hyogo, sea breeze whipping through their hair and the sound of waves breaking in the distance.

She had planned a full day for his birthday: brunch at their favorite restaurant, a walk through the shopping district, and a homemade dinner with a fruit tart from his favorite bakery. Now that he had two years of experience running Onigiri Miya, he could afford to step away from the shop every so often. Unfortunately, his counterpart was on the other side of the world for a match, but they managed to squeeze in a short videocall despite the time difference.

“’Samu!” Atsumu screamed from the other line, “Happy Birthday!”

Wincing, Osamu turned the volume of his phone down as she giggled and wished his brother a Happy Birthday.

“What’d ya’ plan for Samu’s birthday,” Atsumu asked her, “good luck beatin’ ma’ gift from last year—”

“Tsumu!” Osamu berated.

“Unfortunately, my research job doesn’t pay as much as being a pro-volleyballer,” she rolled her eyes, “but I do have some fun things lined up,” she said, smiling softly at Osamu to which Atsumu gagged.

“Ya’ scrub, just ‘cause yer jealous—”

“Tsumu!” she interrupted, “did you get our gift? We were a little nervous about the international shipping but your hotel said they got it so—”

“Yes!” Atsumu exclaimed, screen blurry as he shuffled around his hotel room. He set his phone down and propped it up, showing them the neatly packaged box. “I can’t believe ya’ got me another signed copy of Sonia Barnes’s book—I couldn’t even get this one off preorder, it was so popular—”

“Did ya’ open the envelope yet?” Osamu asked impatiently.

“Of course I did! I always open the letter before the present, what do ya’ take me for, Samu?” Atsumu whined, but the duo noticed how Atusmu’s hands were off screen and they could hear quiet tearing noises in between pauses.

Rolling their eyes, they patiently waited for Atsumu to unsubtly open their envelope. They watched as Atsumu quickly scanned the contents of the letter and Osamu hit screen record as his brother’s mouth dropped open.

“T-tickets to a live reading and meet and greet?” Atsumu whispered to himself. He pulled the letter closer to his face and read it over and over again before gingerly setting the cardstock down and gently looking into the envelope to produce two ticket stubs. Carefully placing the tickets back into the envelope, Osamu failed to cover his snickers as Atsumu’s lower lip trembled.

“I know it’s no car,” she said, “but I do happen to know people who know people, so I hope you like your gift, ‘Tsumu” she said kindly.

Atsumu suddenly held the phone close to his face and Osamu could see his brother’s ears turn pink.

“Yer the best sister in law I coulda’ ever asked for, I don’t know why yer with that good fer nothin’ scrub—yer not married yet, so ya’ still have time to run away, but ‘Samu, ya’ better not mess it up,” he rambled, roughly wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

Osamu scoffed and she placed a placating hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe I get ta’ meet ma’ angel,” Atsumu mumbled to himself in disbelief, pacing in his hotel room, running his hands through his hair. “Angel, angel, angel—I gotta bring ma’ copy of her books with ma’ notes! I have so many questions for her, like how she came up with the storyline—didya know she went to school in New York City? Isn’t that the coolest? And she made a video for me for ma’ birthday last year,” he broke his monologue to gasp. “Do ya’ think she’ll remember me—”

Osamu put him on mute and groaned.

“Maybe we shoulda jus’ gotten him those fancy mugs,” he complained, leaning heavily into her side.

She rubbed the sides of his neck as she watched with amusement as Atsumu continued his ramblings, completely unaware that she and Osamu were having a side conversation.

“But look how happy he is, Samu,” she crooned, giggling as Osamu pinched his nose bridge. But she knew that Osamu was the one who spent hours scouring the web for those tickets and sent several emails to Sonia Barnes’s manager for a signed copy.

Watching his brother run his mouth with no regard to himself or his girlfriend, Osamu clicked the unmute button and nearly yelled, “We get it ya’ scrub, we get it!”

“Let me be happy why dontcha!” Atsumu retorted.

“Alright well I’m gonna spend ma’ birthday with ma’ real girlfriend,” Osamu taunted, finger hovering over the ‘end call’ button.

“Once Sonia meets me she’s gonna fall in love, just ya’ wait!”

She yelled one last, “Happy Birthday!” before Osamu disconnected the call and tackled her into the bed.

For the end of his birthday, Osamu requested a car ride. It was just past sunset; the sky’s vibrant pinks and oranges faded into a cool indigo and the stars were extra bright in the rural area they were driving through.

They rode in comfortable silence, listening to seagulls call their good nights and the wind beating against the car. The supple leather of the seat underneath her contrasted with the rough pads of Osamu’s fingertips on her thigh and she stared out at the horizon, perpetually in awe of the beauty of the coast line. Here, twinkling city lights were hardly discernible specks in the distance and the only tall structures were the trees dotting the cliffside.

They rose higher in altitude until they were surrounded by lush forest—rustling underbush and singing cicadas took over the sound crashing waves. He pulled into a secluded nook that overlooked a cliff and she couldn’t believe they were only a forty minute drive from the main city.

He killed the engine and unbuckled her seat belt while she was still leaning forward, face close to the windshield, taking in the scenery.

“I’m feelin’ a bit neglected over here,” Osamu said, soft grin taking over his face as he watched her, lips parted and eyes wide.

“Sorry Samu,” she said, still looking out the glass, “it’s just so incredible here.”

“I told ya’ I knew a spot,” he teased and she intertwined her hand with his.

He pulled her arm towards him as leaned over the middle console so his lips caught her neck when she lurched towards him. Her surprised chuckle turned into a content hum, fluttering her eyes closed as he kissed the pulse point of her throat, her exposed shoulder, then where her neck met her clavicle. From there, he dragged his lips slowly to her ear and grinned when he felt her clutch at his sweater.

Nipping her ear and tracing the shell with his tongue, rough palms kneaded her thighs and his fingers played with the hem of her skirt. He let out a heavy breath when she brushed against his tightening pants and he smirked when she involuntarily shivered.

“Do ya’ like this?” he asked, mouth kissing down the expanse of her chest, pulling the hem of her shirt low.

She arched her back into him and guided his hand under her shirt and he grinned when she impatiently unhooked her bra and took it and her shirt off in one swift motion.

“Does that answer your question?”

Eyes half lidded, lips slick with spit and plump from his repeated ministrations, she had one leg folded under her and the other anchored to the floor. Fully facing him, she cocked her head to the side and dragged her eyes down his body, lingering for a moment before directing her heavy gaze at him. She leaned back against the door as he leaned forward on the middle console and she ran a hand slowly from her knee, teasing a peek under her skirt, tracing a finger around her navel, then making her way upwards, rolling a nipple with two fingers while slowly rocking her hips.

Osamu’s lips parted and his eyes flickered from her hands to her face as she brought her other hand to rub at the cotton beneath her legs. Gaze hungry, he licked his lips and rolled his neck, languidly leaning back against his door, mirroring her.

“Gonna give me a birthday show?” He rasped, slowly unbuttoning his pants and palming his length through his boxers.

Skirt bunched at the waist giving him an unhindered view of the growing wet stain between her legs and Osamu felt himself tighten at the sight. He wanted to press his nose against the ruined fabric and lap at her through her pink panties, he wanted to curl a finger in her and listen to her keel for him, he wanted to—

“Take your shirt off,” she demanded.

“I thought it was ma’ birthday,” he chuckled but does as she asks, pulling the fabric from the back of his neck. He tossed the garment to the backseat and lazily looked back at her.

The tops of her cheeks are flushed and her breasts shake with each pant. She’s worked two slender fingers from the side of her underwear and Osamu watches with rapt attention as her pretty folds are presented to him.

“Touch yourself, Samu.”

“Again with the demands,” he complained but freed himself from the confines of his boxers and matches the pace she’s set on herself.

“Fuck,” she whined, moving faster. The hand teasing her nipples moved south to pinch at her clit and Osamu couldn’t wait anymore.

He nearly launched himself to her, abdomen uncomfortably resting on top of the center console and she seemed all too satisfied with the result. He buried his face between her legs and groaned with her as he sucked and lapped at her overstimulated bundle of nerves through soaked cotton.

“Itadakimasu,” he growled and she rolled her eyes at the line.

Long languid licks interspersed with quick flicks of his tongue, he took her right to the edge of her orgasm. Her thighs clenched around his head while her nails dragged through his gray hair and she rocked her hips against his mouth. Toe curling heat had her buck helplessly against his tongue, rough hands gripping her in place as she reached her peak, but at the last second, he pulled away.

Her gasp was lost with the loud bang his head made as it slammed against the car ceiling and he let out a string of curses as he tried to fit in the passenger’s seat with her. She half stands, leaning back on the glove department as he sat down and she couldn’t help but giggle when he cursed at how slowly the seat was reclining back.

But just as quick, he grabbed her by the hands and has her straddle him. The seat is narrow but neither of them mind as he slowly entered her. She gripped at the back of his head as he teased a nipple and sucked constellations across her chest while her other hand gripped the grab handle, giving her more leverage.

Osamu slowly rocked into her and he captured her moans in a kiss. He gave her a second to adjust to his length before slamming into her, head falling back into the headrest as he watched her bounce above him.

Beautiful, was all he could think. Hair wild around her shoulders, a glistening sheen of perspiration across her forehead and chest, and the incredible sound of her slick around him. He was in heaven.

He slid his thumb between her parted lips and she immediately began to suck. She bobbed her head back and forth while giving kitten licks at the tip and nipping the underside of his thumb.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he pressed his finger further back in her throat and watched as her eyes rolled back and she rocked her hips even faster against his.

Removing his thumb and making a show of putting it in his mouth, he pressed the wet digit against her clit and grinned as her moans became louder.

The sweet call of his name as she begged him to make her finish led him to snap his hips up, rubbing against the spongy bit of her inner walls and he held her close to his chest as they came undone together.

Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and watched as a rivulet of sweat ran down the valley of her breasts and he shifted his hips forward, just now noticing the dull ache in his thighs. She shuddered against him and he kissed her shoulder, her cheek, then her other cheek.

“We really have to thank Tsumu for the car,” she said, chuckling.

“Yeah?” he questioned, running his blunt nails across her back, “should we tell him what we used it for?”

She scrunched her nose and Osamu’s heart clenched too. Wrapping her arms around his neck, soaking in the warmth of his warm body, her lips ghosted the side of his cheek and he shuddered at the tingles running down his back with the contact.

“Happy Birthday, ‘Samu,” she whispered sweetly.

Rocking into her again just to hear her breath tick, he nestled his head into her neck and smiled.

#osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #osamu fluff #osamu smut #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #osamu scenarios #osamu fic #atsumu fanfic #atsumu fluff #miya twins #atsumu x oc #hq smut #haikyuu smut #deviled.egg #miya osamu #hq osamu

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maskyartist · 2 years

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*kicks door down, scatters my Augustus thoughts everywhere* PSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPS AUGUSTUS AQUATO STANS CMERE I GOT CONTENT FOR U

to make a long story short, it's 5am and im vibrating with these disjointed ideas i got for Augustus' mindscape so yall get to hear me ramble about it :D it probably wont make much sense? but these are super rough concepts that im just puttin down to see how i vibe with it (and maybe get feedback if yall end up throwin asks my way just sayin just sayin i will ramble MORE if u enable me and i'll do it for FREE)

so yeah enjoy my nonsensical ramblings about the only man i'd trust with my drink ever

a quick note, all of this is post-Psychonauts 2 so expect spoilers :D

okay so i dont have a catchy name for Augustus's mental world just yet but im considering "Augustus' Anomalies" or somethin i'll get back on that anyways-

i so badly want Augustus's mind to be a walk down memory lane. the whole place is like extreme platforming, think those super hard final levels in mario or somethin, so yeah this is Raz's home here he's gettin all over the place so easy. the idea is that the further you get, the more you find his repressed memories and feelings, things he's pushed down until he's forgotten so he doesn't need to face them. he doesnt have time for that with 5 kids, his wife, and his Nona around! he's a busy man!

but now? after everything? he only has time to think on his hands. and it's making it much harder to keep it all down, especially since he's just started remembering everything.

in comes Raz (and probably a few others. maybe the family too? or just Trouble Trio i aint sure) offering to do a mental wellness check on his dear ol dad, to clean up a bit and help him think a bit clearer

and to everyones shock, Augustus agrees, offering his mind for Razputin to explore as he pleases. when he's asked he just smiles. it's sad and tired.

"I don't want to hide things." he admits with a shake of his head. "Not after so much was hidden from me. My son deserves better."

so into the mental world we go! :D

we start in front of a small blue tent, similar to Raz starting in a dark room with just the Caravan in front of him when he explored his own mind, and going through reveals a whole new world. its full of bright lights and colorful displays, rides and games and everything you'd expect to see at a circus. a properly funded circus at least.

however, that's below you. in actuality, you've spawned on a rather narrow platform with a tightrope in front of you leading to Mental Augustus who sits atop it with little issue. talking to him reveals that he's not...entirely "all there". he's still very much Augustus, but there's parts of him missing. in terms of design, he's completely monochromed (and maybe wearing a mask he cant take off? im futzin as we speak) and to bring him back to full color you gotta find these missing parts of him.

there's three parts missing, kinda similar to Cassie's level. but unlike Cassie's level, these arent archetypes that Augustus needs back. they're memories he genuinely can't find on his own. the ones that were either repressed by the Astralathe or by Augsutus's own subconscious to prevent him from feeling more hurt then he already is.

the missing parts are

- Happiness

- Anger

and - Sadness

at least so far. im still feelin it out.

each section is held in it's own large looking tent that is slowly leading to a Big Top in the center. the level is made up of two sections, a "ground area" with concession stands and a bunch of figments and some mental constructs of people like his family, random carnies he's met when he was in Grulovia, and even some of the psychonauts :D only Milla, Sasha, and Oleander tho. they're the only ones that are important to him atm.

(Milla and Sasha are viewed rather nicely while Oleander seems to be getting the cold shoulder so....Augustus isn't over the whole "trying to kill my son and making him sneeze out his brain" thing quite yet)

the other part is a "sky area" or rather an area that's entirely off the ground, with tight jumps and carefully placed tightropes and trapeze placed all over to get around. on the ground you'll find the Emotional Baggage while in the air you'll find their Tags (to show that Augustus would rather repress his emotions then fully recognize them and accept them yknow?)

first area's Happiness. the tent is seemingly from the early years of the Flying Aquato's Circus, very well made and well decorated as you head inside. there's a performance going on and your job is to help it move along smoothly since it seems they're missing a few people...

you help set up some balance balls, tie together some tightropes, and adjust the spotlights while the show goes on under you. once everything's in place, the show finishes with a human pyramid which is topped by a young Augustus colored yellow. he smiles all broad and gap-toothed and waves at you until you jump on and land on his hands to finish the show properly

(if you look close, you can see the Gzar and a young Gristol watching the show from these theater seats. they look out of place in the tent, as if they're too....nice looking to be there. but they're there, and they look bored as hell.)

once it's over, Happiness (as we'll call him) goes over to Raz and asks him to take him back now. the show's over, after all! he can't just stay here forever when there's so much more to see! like Bob's Bottles you end up essentially teleporting back to the tightrope the Mental Augustus is still sat at. Happiness essentially tackles Augustus and the man laughs before hugging the young version of himself. a bit cautiously but it gets easier once he actually commits to it. Happiness melts away and Augustus gains some color, but not all of it.

first area complete :D

aaaand thats all i got rn. unfortunately. this is a super rough idea rn, and it'll be polished a lot before im satisfied with it in some kinda way, but i have a lot of thoughts

so tldr ; Augustus' mind is about digging up old repressed memories, good bad and ugly, and learning to accept them as part of you. even if they hurt, it's worse to ignore it all and let it simmer.

i also would like Maligugustus to be a final boss? but idk m thinkin.

if yall actually read all this im very impressed???? and if u have thoughts on this stuff definitely send em my way cause i have ideas for the Second and Third area and THATS where the angst is gonna hit i assure u

...anyways imma go get some sleep

#masky rambles #psychonauts 2 #augustus aquato #psychonauts #Augustus' Anomalies AU #imma call it that for awhile #u ever ramble so hard u start shaking??? cause thats happenin #imma go crash but i hope the stans enjoy this cause im probably gonna draw about it too

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hyenahunt · 3 years

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Jun Sazanami - 3* Feature Scout: A Trip Down Memory Lane

Writer: Yuumasu

Season: Summer

Characters: Jun, Kohaku, Hiyori

Proofreading: royalquintet

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: (This is what you call innocence, isn't it? I bet there's not a single stain on his heart.)

[Location: Seisou Hall Common Room]

Kohaku: (Aw, shoot. To think of all folks I wound up forgettin' somethin'. Plumb slipped my mind that my roomie Jun-han's away for a while doin' an on-location shoot.)

(He said he'd be gone for a few nights, but it don't look like he's comin' home today.)

(I'm in a real fix. Here I brought back a buncha souvenirs from the Sweets circle an' all, but ain't no way I'm gonna be able to finish 'em on my own.)

(Worse-case scenario I could hand 'em over to Niki-han, probably...)

(But these cakes look like right jewels and handin' 'em over to him when he wolfs everythin' down with a lick o' the lips seems just a bit of a waste.)

(Maybe I'll pop 'em into the freezer and have 'em over several days? Be real nice if Jun-han showed up in the meantime, though.)

(...Hm? I hear footsteps. Is someone comin'?)

— Oh, Jun-han!

Jun: Hey, Sakura-kun, I'm back. So this is where you were, huh~

Kohaku: Well, speak o' the devil an' all that. I was just thinkin' about ya, Jun-han.

Jun: About me?

Kohaku: Darn right. I got a whole honkin' heap o' cake that I can't possibly finish on my own, so I was just thinkin' it'd be great if you were here to help.

Mighty fine timing ya have. Welcome back, Jun-han.

Jun: Haha, so that's what's up~

Woah, these all look super expensive. They're gonna put my souvenir to shame.

Kohaku: Your souvenir?

Jun: After our shoot ended, we somehow decided that since we were there, we might as well go souvenir shopping. Can't remember who started it, though.

I went along with it, but had seriously no idea what to buy...

So I wound up picking out some basic cookies you'd see at any tourist spot with a typical touristy greeting printed on 'em.

Sorry it's nothing big, but here, this is for you.

Kohaku: For me? Is that right?

Jun: Yeah. I mean, you've been a great roommate to me. That is, if you don't mind, of course.

Kohaku: 'Course not. I ain't never gotten somethin' like this before... I'm happy as a clam right now~

I appreciate it, Jun-han ♪

Jun: You're welcome. If it makes you that happy, then I'm real glad I bought it.

Kohaku: Oh, there's a samurai and a castle printed on the box. What kinda place did ya go to, Jun-han?

Say, might be a smidge presumptuous of me to ask when you've already given me a souvenir, but...

It's a lil' early for bedtime, so won'tcha tell me about yer trip? I'd love to hear all 'bout it over some cake and cookies.

Jun: Sure, why not. My trip, huh...

Well, I had my hands full with Ohii-san trying to run around everywhere the whole time, pretty much~

The idea behind the whole shoot was for the four of us in Eden to do some sightseeing however we pleased, but...

At least some part of this stuff's gotta be scripted, yeah? Our sponsor's a tourism company, after all.

I got a real fright when we went to this one street lined with old townhouses. When I looked back, no one else was there.

Turned out while I was giving it my all to introduce the place in front of the cameras, the other three were chilling on a bench having some mitarashi dango outside a teahouse.

Goddamn! And it wasn't just Ohii-san & Nagi-senpai, but even Ibara joined 'em, y'know~ They all had these grins plastered on their faces as if to say 'nice shot'!

Kohaku: Kokoko ♪ Is that so? Sounds like y'all had a swell time~

Jun: Huh? I'm telling my tale of woe here and that's what it sounds like to you?

Kohaku: Don't it, though? I dunno what others might think, but at least to me, it seems like ya had a good time.

Y'see, before comin' to ES, I hadn't ever gone on a trip to somewhere far away before. I didn't know a lick 'bout anything beyond what was right around me.

I can't even begin to picture the place ya went to shoot at, Jun-han, but someday I'd like ta have a look 'round myself.

Jun: You could go whenever you have the time, really. You gotta make a transfer, but the trip itself won't take even half a day.

I know, I'll send you stuff over HoldHands 'bout the places I liked best, and some photos, too.

Kohaku: 'ppreciate it ♪ ...Ah, an' here it is.

Hmm~? Quite a few of these townhouses, ain't there? They look totally different from my place back home.

Woah, this mitarashi dango's huge!

Ahaha, look at you an' Eden, chummy and snug as peas in a pod.

Jun: (...Sakura-kun looks pretty happy.)

(This is what you call innocence, isn't it? I bet there's not a single stain on his heart.)

(If it gets tainted even once, it can't ever go back. I wish he could just stay the way he is now... but maybe it's pretty selfish of me to think that, huh~)

Hiyori: Jun-kun, so this is where you were!

Jun: Ohii-san!? What're you doing here...? Didn't you say you were gonna stay the night over there and come back in the morning?

Hiyori: I just didn't feel like it anymore so I came back early, you see. Are you having a little tea party? Let me join you!

Kohaku: Fine by me. I'll go an' get some tea ready.

Hiyori: Hmm? Haven't I seen these cookies somewhere before?

Jun: Well yeah, that's the souvenir I bought. Didn't you buy the exact same thing, Ohii-san?

Hiyori: Oh, that's right, now that you mention it. I bought so much else that I'd simply forgotten.

Speaking of souvenirs, I bought quite a number of those too, but they were so heavy I couldn't possibly carry them all by myself. I told the driver to drop them off at the dorm entrance, so I'd like you to go fetch them!

Jun: Are you talking to me?

Hiyori: Obviously. After all, Jun-kun, this is you we're talking about so of course you'd take care of it!

On that note, I'm currently in the mood for some black tea. Kohaku-kun, do prepare some for me, won't you?

Jun: (...And here I thought I'd have some rare peace and quiet tonight.)

Jun: (Well, this feels more like my usual routine, anyway.)

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✦ all ✦

#jun sazanami #enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #hyenahunttl #type: idol story #era: !!#kohaku oukawa #hiyori tomoe

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Vol.5 Shuu VS Yuma [Track 2]

Original title: 在りし日の証

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Vol. 5 Shuu VS Yuma [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: Sly Yuma is the best kind of Yuma. I honestly really love the tension between him and Shuu. They have such a cute past together and a lot of potential to still be good friends despite their vastly different personalities. I feel like they would get a lot out of the friendship though. Yuma could get Shuu to stop sitting on his butt all day while Shuu could teach Yuma a thing or two about thinking before acting, haha.

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Track 2: Marks of the Past

The two of you are walking through the forest.

Shuu: ...I’m pretty sure that once we make it past here...Mmh. Seems like I wasn’t wrong.

*Rustle*

Shuu: This tree is still here, huh? ...If I recall correctly there’s an escape route by the root...

*Rustle*

Shuu: Yeah...It should still be useable. ーー Oi, don’t stand there spacing out. Get over here already. Do you want to be left behind in a forest full of monsters?

You ask Shuu if they are going the right way.

Shuu: Haah...? Are you making fun of me? This is Vampire territory. In what world would I get lost?

The two of you continue walking.

*Drip drip drip*

Shuu: ...This place hasn’t changed at all.

You ask if he has been here before.

Shuu: I used to play here as a child, that’s all. ...!

Shuu suddenly comes to a halt.

Shuu: These doodles...

You look at them in confusion.

Shuu: It’s written in this world’s language. I guess you can’t read it, huh?

You ask what it says.

Shuu: I’m pretty sure that back then, he also...

You tilt your head to the side.

Shuu: It’s nothing. More importantly, let’s hurry aーー

He flinches, sensing a presence nearby.

Shuu: Oi, you! Come here!

*Rustle*

Shuu: Shh...! Somebody’s coming!

Approaching footsteps can be heard.

Shuu: ...!! Mukami...Yuma?

Yuma: ...!?

Shuu: What are you doing here...?

Yuma: That’s what I’d like to know! Don’t give me a fuckin’ heart attack!

Shuu: ...Let’s go.

Yuma: Wait!

Yuma grabs hold of his wrist.

Shuu: Don’t touch me!

Yuma: Don’t try and run.

Shuu: I’m not running.

Yuma: Heeh? Then while we’re here together anyway, why don’t we take a lil’ trip down memory lane, huh? ...There happens to be someone here to listen to our stories as well.

Yuma glances over at you.

Shuu: Ridiculous...If that’s what you want to do, suit yourself, but I’m leaving.

Shuu starts walking away.

Yuma: I mean, fine by me. ...But in return, leave this chick behind.

Shuu: ...!?

Yuma: Ya don’t mind, do ya?

Shuu: ...Be my guest.

Yuma: Hah! As to be expected of a lil’ rich kid, you’re quick to understand. Couldn’t be me. ...I mean, in the end, I’m nothin’ but a filthy farm boy. I refuse to let go of what I want, no matter what. ーー Especially when I’m ‘bout to lose it to some aristocrat. Well, I guess that sort of stuff doesn’t matter to Mr. Rich Boy who always has everythin’ go exactly his way.

Shuu: ...Please don’t assume that everything always plays out in my advantage.

Yuma: Hah! Ya tell me.

Shuu: You can only say that...because you don’t about us at all, no?

Yuma: ...Now don’t be mockin’ me. I know ya.

Yuma walks up to Shuu.

Yuma: We were pals in the past ーー Nah, pretty much best buds, no?

He grabs hold of Shuu’s collar.

Yuma: Have ya forgotten ‘bout that already? Doesn’t lookin’ at the words written on this wall bring back any memories?

Shuu: ...!! Don’t tell me...Your memory has...?

Yuma: So it really is true...

Shuu: ...!

Yuma: I’ve only regained fragments of my memories. So I tricked ya into revealin’ the truth.

Shuu: Che...

Yuma: You’ve only got yerself to blame for takin’ the bait. ...Well, I’m sure ya would have much preferred if I never remembered at all. ...I’ve been wantin’ to ask ya this whole time. ‘Bout the fire which broke out in my village that day, for example.

Shuu: ...

You perk up your head.

Yuma: Hehe...You’re curious as well, aren’t ya?

You nod.

Yuma: Come on, tell me. You’ve got somethin’ to tell me, don’t ya? On the day of the fire, what did ya see? What did ya think? We’ve both gathered here, so let’s use the opportunity to get things straight...Shuu.

Shuu: There’s not really...anything I have to tell you.

Yuma: Cut the crap!! ...That side of ya is exactly what pisses me off!! If ya think ya can get away with keepin’ quiet, you’re gravely mistaken! You witnessed the truth with yer very own eyes that day, no!? Then why are ya tryin’ to hide it!?

Shuu: ...Hah. Aren’t you getting the wrong idea here?

*Rustle*

Shuu: I’m not simply remaining silent. I just don’t feel like I need to tell you. Don’t try and act like you know me, when you barely remember anything. It’s annoying...

Yuma: Che...Spare me the bullshit.

You run up to them and try to stop their fight.

Shuu & Yuma: ...!?

Yuma: Oi, don’t butt in.

Yuma: Shut up, keep quiet!

Shuu: Haah...Whatever.

Yuma: Aah!? Hold it! ...You’re fine with this chick bein’ taken away from you!?

Shuu: Go ahead? You’re the one who asked me to leave her behind, remember? Well, one of those ‘rich kids’ you hate so much is being generous enough to lend her to you, so why don’t you happily accept the offering?

Shuu walks away.

Yuma: ...Ugh!

Yuma punches the wall.

*THUD*

Yuma: Fuck...!! I don’t like this one bit...!!

*THUD*

Yuma: Makin’ fun of me like that...! Ugh!

*THUD*

You try and stop Yuma.

Yuma: Don’t stop me! Buzz off...!!

You seem worried about the drawings on the wall being destroyed.

Yuma: The doodles...? Ya really think I give a damn ‘bout what happens to thoー ...Haah...My bad. I lost my temper for a sec there...I guess I’m havin’ trouble bein’ honest with myself as well. ...Altho you wouldn’t say so at present, we were actually reallly close back when we scribbled these.

You ask Yuma what is written on the wall.

Yuma: This was my name when I was still human...and this one’s his. His real name. ...His ‘Vampire name’, in other words, what he is truly called. Don’t ask me ‘bout the details. I can’t read these after all. ...But I’m certain that when we were kids, we both wrote our names on here. Guess ya could say this was like our secret hideout.

You seem surprised.

Yuma: Hard to believe, huh? I don’t remember everythin’, but it’s all too weird to be just some fantasy made up by me. These should be...definite memories of our time spent together.

You ask why the two of them don’t get along at present.

Yuma: We’ve both changed. ...The fire which broke out in my village. And the fact that I became a Vampire. Regardless of my memories being intact or not, the cirumstances are just far too different. I can’t imagine...the two of us will ever get along again. Besides, I don’t think I can ever forgive him for all those years he simply turned a blind eye to everythin’. Right now...He’s nothin’ but a coward runnin’ away from the reality he doesn’t want to accept.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Tsk...Anyway, I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I’ve been reminiscin’ ‘bout the part, but it’s as if my mind is shrouded in a fog, I feel like crap.

You voice your concerns.

Yuma: I’m not that weak, I don’t need ya worryin’ over me. I’m sure I’ll feel better if I just leave this place. ーー Let’s go. I don’t know if it’ll make much difference to ya, but I’m gonna take ya someplace nice.

You seem worried about Shuu.

Yuma: Don’t let it bother ya. He said he doesn’t need ya, remember? ...Come on, follow me.

Yuma grabs hold of your wrist and drags you along.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers versus III #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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The Alaskan Endeavor: Ch2 - Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

So, again, this chapter update (can I call them PUPdates? they’re now PUPDATES) is in celebration of another race that finished up yesterday morning -- the Kuskokwim 300 aka The Kusko300, which is one of if not THE most competitive middle distance race in Western Alaska. We’ll get to the pups and more about racing in the next chapter but HERE WE HAVE THE MEETING Y’ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.

You can find chapter one here or over at AO3!!

Claire That evening

The Murray’s residence wasn’t far from my flat above the Abernathy’s garage — nothing in this tiny hamlet was — and I decided to walk the four blocks, taking in a remarkable summer’s evening.

Joe had warned me that the shift in daylight hours was more extreme here in Kozebue — twenty-six miles above the Arctic Circle — than where we’d reconnected on Kodiak Island… and I had to admit he was right. I’d made good use of the black out curtains that were installed in the bedroom, shutting out the sun that insisted on shining well into the night and starting up again ungodly early in the morning. I knew I’d have no trouble making my way back on foot after dinner.

It would still be broad daylight.

I rounded the final corner and scanned the lane for my destination…

“It’s a blue house with white trim… second on the left,” Joe’s wife Gail had easily informed me, for the Abernathy’s and the Murray’s were old friends.

Gail’s eyes had held the same suspicious twinkle that Jenny’s had when she’d invited me for dinner and I had a sinking suspicion that I was about to be set up on a blind date, hosted by Jenny Murray herself. My new patient had mentioned she had a brother when she was in earlier and if I were the betting sort, I’d place my life savings on him being the man in question.

How on earth did you let yourself get roped into this, Beauchamp? I sighed ruefully to myself as I spotted the abode.

Crossing the street, I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady my pounding heart as I got closer to the Murray’s front door. It was no use, of course, for it had firmly lodged itself in my throat about a block and a half back, and I was left trembling slightly as I mounted the front steps.

Wiping sweaty palms on my pants, I lifted my hand and knocked. Once — twice — three times.

… Jamie

“Can you get that?” Jenny shouted from the kitchen, the usual clamor of my nieces and nephew interfering but not obscuring her words.

Passing the youngest back to her father, I stood and answered, “Aye, I’ve got it!”

I wiped at the deposit of crumbs that wee Katie had left behind on my shirtfront, tugging at the hem in an attempt to flatten out the wrinkles pressed into it by the same. I shook my head and gave it up, knowing it was useless and that it shouldn’t really matter anyway.

Rolling my eyes at the ridiculous concern for my own appearance, I turned into the front hall and padded quickly down the plush rug to the door.

I turned the knob and pulled — then stopped dead as the door opened.

Christ, she was beautiful.

Her pale cheeks were slightly flushed, which made the small smattering of freckles across her nose stand out like brilliant stars. The curls were coming out of a plait that was draped over one shoulder and it gave her a delightfully adventurous air. She was a brunette like Jenny, but not nearly quite so dark. The light streaming in from behind her set brilliant copper highlights aglow as she flipped the thick queue away, making it disappear behind her.

One perfectly arched brow rose in question of me — and I knew I was staring — but the ability to form coherent speech left me entirely as her eyes locked on to mine.

Brown would be a woefully inaccurate word to describe such a hue as hers. They were rich like a fine whisky, a deep amber that all at once soothed and pierced your soul.

Pull yerself together, you clotheid.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure and took a step back, sweeping a hand to usher her in.

“You, ah, must be Dr Claire,” I stammered, my lips still not completely able to do my bidding. “I’m Jamie, Jenny’s brother.”

Comprehension lit her eyes and she chuckled softly.

God, that sound.

It sent shockwaves up and down my spine and stood the hair on the back of my neck on end.

What I wouldn’t do to make her laugh like that again.

“Tell me, Jamie,” she kept her voice low, a conspiratorial gleam sneaking into her eyes. “Have Jenny and Gail been playing matchmaker with us?”

Raking a hand through my hair, I confessed dryly, “They’ve been trying to set me up for years.”

She tipped her head back and laughed outright and freely at my confirmation, commenting, “I thought so, but then I’d only met your sister this morning.”

“I’ve known her my whole life,” I grinned back at her. “Once Jen gets an idea in her head, it’s best to let her have at it ‘til it peters out on its own... unless it involves that wee fiend of hers.”

Delicate, slender fingers lifted to her lips as the color deepened in her cheeks, amusement still high in her voice, “Are you talking about Roger?”

“Right! Yes!” It was my turn to laugh. “You’ve met the numpty yourself.”

She grinned, “I’ve had the pleasure, yes.”

“Did she tell you he’s a service dog drop out?” I shook my head in mock derision.

Her eyes grew as big as saucers, nearly dropping the bag in her hand as she burst, “No!!”

“Oh, aye!” I scoffed, but my smile crept back in and betrayed my amusement at the whole ordeal.

“Too friendly… and easily distracted.”

“Are you two done bletherin’ out here?” My brother in law Ian stuck his head into the hallway, succinctly interrupting us with a knowing look.

“The food’s gettin’ cold!”

… Claire

Tucked between Jamie and his seven year old namesake, dinner was far from a dull affair. Jenny proved to be a remarkable cook and the table conversation ranged in topics from a nuanced detail of racing — that is, mushing — to my favorite animal.

“Do you mean in general,” I tested the waters, assembling another forkful of roast and potatoes, “or in a specific class or order?”

The little boy’s eyes lit up and I knew I’d found a topic that he particularly enjoyed… which was a stroke of luck for me, being that animals and their care was my field of expertise.

Thank God it wasn’t dinosaurs.

“Mammals!” He eagerly narrowed the field, then zeroed in even further, “What’s your favorite African mammal?!”

“Oh, that’s easy! A giraffe!” I supplied, my smile matching his. “I got to see them in the wild, you know… in Tanzania.”

This caught the attention of the rest of the table and began to field questions left and right about my time on the Serengeti. I didn't mind, as they were happy memories, and soon won over both the younger Jamie and his five year old sister Maggie with tales of elephants and zebras and all of the animals they’d only read about in books or seen on television.

“Did you see any lions?” Little Maggie’s voice dropped into what I supposed was her version of a whisper — as if one were right beside us — and she nearly vibrated with excitement as she asked again, “Did you see any lions, Dr Claire?!”

I heard Jamie, the elder and my supposed date for the evening, chuckle beside me and I wondered just what sort of mischief this little one could get into when she set her mind to it.

“I did see lions too, Maggie,” I assured her, taking on her affected stage whisper. “We went in a truck at night and had big flashlights and saw them getting a drink of water.”

“Dey sirsty,” two year old Katie informed the table proudly, making all of the adults grin.

I bit my lip to keep from chuckling at her innocent attempt at being involved in the conversation, but agreed, “They get very thirsty.”

“How’d ye wind up in Alaska, then?”

This turn in conversation came from Jamie’s father, an older man by the name of Brian.

“I went to university with Joe Abernathy in Seattle,” I supplied. “We went separate ways after graduation but I ran into him again when I was visiting my uncle on Kodiak Island… Joe offered me a position at his clinic and I couldn’t refuse.”

“He’s done a lot of good wi’ that practice of his,” Brian commented. “Been a dream of his for some time now.”

Nodding, I smiled at the memory of Joe’s eager rants and rails, “He spoke quite a bit about it in school. I knew how much it meant to him and was eager to help him in his cause.”

“He almost worked himself to death before you came along,” Jenny snorted, then shot me an apologetic look. “Bein’ the only vet in the Northwest Borough made for long hours an’ no rest.”

“That’s why I wanted to come… to ease the burden a bit.”

“Well, then you’re a saint, Dr Claire,” she sighed, surmising with a shake of her head.

“No,” I assured her quietly. “I’m just plain old Claire Beauchamp.”

… Jamie. After Dinner.

“Wait just a minute,” I protested. “You walked here?!”

We were at the front door again, this time in full control of my faculties, but the woman before me was quickly turning out to be more of an complexity than I ever imagined possible.

Her brow furrowed at this, as if she hadn’t thought of the incongruity of her walking the mile from the Abernathy’s to here on foot.

“Yes… why?”

“Well, it’s… it’s just that…'' I stammered, flummoxed. “Don’t you have somethin’ to drive?”

“Of course,” she looked at me as if I’d sprouted five heads from my shoulders. “I have a perfectly good vehicle, but why drive it four blocks when it’s beautiful outside and I can walk?”

I opened my mouth to respond to this and found I didn’t have a reasonable answer. She found great amusement in this and crossed her arms, waiting for me to respond.

Shaking my head, I gave it up and couldn’t help but smile as I offered to walk her home.

This took her by complete surprise and her jaw dropped, “Why?!”

“Well,” I pulled at the back of my neck, trying to come up with something and shrugged helplessly, “like you said… it’s a beautiful evening.”

Her brows nearly rose to her hairline, not buying this for one moment.

“Look, it’s the polite thing to do, aye? I know you live at the Abernathy’s because Joe told me… I’ll leave just as soon as you’ve made it to the front door, I promise,” I insisted. “Nothin more.”

She contemplated this, then clarified, “Just a walk?”

I dropped my hands, swinging my hands away from my sides in a clearing motion and then against them again with a soft pat.

“Just a walk.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #the alaskan endeavor #the alaskan endeavor au #chapter 2 guess who's coming to dinner

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((new post for @lethal-sass))

Lou laughed slightly at the statement about their grandpa before speaking out slightly. " If I can handle handle asinine asshole of a older brother I don't think nothing can really get in my nerves. " She simply stated as Choptop swerved out of the gas station parking lot.

As she glanced at the two making sure they knew she was listening as she hummed out in thought. " Yeah I love animal's, me and Lester usually spent most of our childhood and high-school years taking care of strays and wild animals that where injured. " The small woman replied pausing momentarily. " Though there ain't much animal's around Ambrose anymore since people quit really living there. "

" Hens are adorable, so are most animal's I've been around. " She hummed out a bit. " We only have a dog in Ambrose now that took up as my and my brother's pet had her since her mama got hit and she was a lil thing. "

“Oh, we got somethin’ in common already!” Choptop laughed. If Drayton had been there, he would’ve gotten smacked for that. But as she described the animals that she had grown up with, Chop was snickering again. “These ain’t strays, darlin’, these’re three hundred pound hogs! But Bubba handles them, don’t you worry.” As he drove, he took a wire hanger out from the glove box, reaching over Bubba and drifting into the opposite lane for a moment. With one hand on the steering wheel, he brought the hooked end to the side of his head to scratch. “Ah…”

The wig wasn’t especially convincing, but it covered his plate (and his scalp) from the Texas sunshine. Heat to his bare plate would cause him an almost instant migraine, often yelling about Vietnam flashbacks as he tried to cool it down. But the wig was rather prickly, being a party wig. This was not helped by the constant itchiness of his scalp wound.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he called back to her, “So...what’s your favorite band?” It had sounded like he was going to ask a more serious question, but it ended up being much more lighthearted. Might as well have fun with her while she was alive, right? Besides, his brothers had no interest in talking about music. They were so boring, sometimes. Someone fresh to talk to was exciting, because he could not shut up about it.

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valkyrieofsmut · 3 years

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How would the boys react if they were out with mc and a guy was hitting on mc but before they can get to her the guy puts there hands on her and mc just snaps and does some sort of move to put them dude on the ground.

Thank you for the ask! Had to think about it a bit, but I think it would go a little like this-

(Pre reaction set up) He’d be getting super irritated, a growl in his ribcage, disapproval in his eyelights, and intent to stop the man harassing his girl- his tiny human, his (Y/n), getting up and starting over there, preparing to move his ass away, by force, if necessary! The man grabbed her ass (that was fucking it!!!) and then, just- the guy is on his back. It was too fast- did she punch him in the sternum? Did she... just flip him over her shoulder...? Did she... yeah, she had one of the guy’s arms up on his back from underneath, and the other brought over from his shoulder... he wasn’t getting back up, though he was struggling quite a bit...

Classic- He stops, just standing there, shocked... She... she just... Oh... ok... He sits back down, watching as the bouncer takes the guy from her and leads him outside. She walked back over to him and sat down with their drinks. “wow, babe, really brought him down to size.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t lean away as he got close to nuzzle a kiss at her. “ya wanna practice somethin’ like that when we get home? y’know, holdin’ me down while i buck up?” He winked.

Creampuff- His skull contorts in surprise as he continues over to her. “(Y/N) ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! I SAW THAT UNCOUTH HUMAN TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, AND I- BUT I DIDN’T EVEN GET A CHANCE TO GET OVER HERE! YOU’RE AMAZING! WOWIE!” He picks the human up, knowing that he’ll never be able to get away from him, and they walk him over to the bouncer, who’s already on his way, handing him off. After that, he buys a round for their table and boasts about his amazing friend!

Red- He’s about to step in- he’s gonna have a g r e a t t i m e - Wait. What? Did she just...? Oh- oh, sweetheart... He’s- he’s kinda turned on... He continues over to them, now oozing confident nonchalance with a hint of threat, stopping next to them, his hands shoved in his pockets. “lookin’ good, there, sweetheart...” He glares down at the man, leaning down to growl at him, “don’t ever fuckin’ touch my girl again, or she’ll whoop yer ass. an’ ‘en i’ll whoop yer ass.” He stands and kicks the guy... and again... and (Y/n) has to pull him back before he can again, luckily the bouncer had arrived to get the guy and escort him out. Red wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and pulled her close, murmuring into her ear, “how ‘bout we go back ta th’ lodge, an’ ya help me wit a- big- problem i got...” The way he’s pressing his pelvis against her, she knows what it is.

Edge- No one messes with his human! He’s on his way over there when she throws him. He stops in his tracks, watching the situation. She holds the human male until the bouncer comes to collect him, and Edge watches on, waiting in the wings to be back up, but she doesn’t need him. She makes her way back to him, where he’s sat back down at the table, not wanting her to know that he’d even gotten up. “INTERESTING TRIP TO THE BATHROOM, MY FLAME?” His pride is bursting out of him at how capable of handling herself she is.

Blue- He’s already marching his way over there, glaring at the male. His steps falter when she throws him down, but he continues on his way. He stops next to them with his hands on his hips, glaring down at the guy. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT YOU THINK IT’S OK TO JUST GRAB PEOPLE WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION? ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE WAS TELLING YOU TO GET LOST!” He pulls out his handcuffs and cuffs him, calling for a police car to come pick him up as the bouncer arrives. He insists that he stays with him until the car arrives, and that (Y/n) stays near him, to not ruin their date. While waiting, he leans close to her, murmuring, “Too Bad They’ll Take The Cuffs With Them; Now We Won’t Be Able To Use Them Tonight... Good Thing I Have Another Pair At Home... Mweh Heh Heh...” When the cops get there and Blue hands the guy over, he’s glad to get the hell away from them so he doesn’t have to hear any more dirty talking.

Stretch- He- he was thinking he should step in, show that idiot not to touch his girl, but then- she threw him on the ground. He sat back down, shock hidden from those around. He’d never have suspected she could do that... but... less work for him he supposed... made it easier knowing that he wasn’t going to have to keep an eye on her at all times- though he probably would, anyway... When she gets back, he thanks her for getting the drinks, but doesn’t say anything about what happened.

Black- His glare is enough to kill, and when he arrives next to the two, He gives the man an ear full. “YOU THINK YOUR SCUM HANDS ARE WORTHY TO TOUCH MY LADY?! YOU SHOULD KEEP IN YOUR OWN LANE, FLITH! YOU’RE LUCKY THAT I DIDN’T GET TO YOU BEFORE SHE DID! I WOULD HAVE DESTROYED YOU! THERE WOULDN’T BE ANYTHING OF YOU LEFT TO TAKE TO JAIL! Wonderful Job, My Pet, Your Skills Are Impressive... You Truly Are A Great Asset To My Life,” he cooed to her as he stroked her cheek, close enough for it to be intimate. “I’ll Reward You As Such When We Arrive Back Home- Make Sure You Are Sure Of The Security Of Your Position...” Oh that smirk- she knew it could only mean one thing...

Mutt- He’s already next to them and has to step out of the way as she throws the guy. He places his heavy boot on the imbecile’s throat, glaring down at him. He doesn’t say anything, but the threats in his expression are enough to speak volumes. The bouncer got there to take him, and Mutt let him go, pressing a little harder on his throat before stepping back. As the man went past, he growled so only he heard, “try anything like that again and you’ll wish for just a boot ta the throat.” After he’s gone, Mutt wraps himself around (Y/n), cuddling and nuzzling at her. “mmm, darlin’, ya tryin’ ta make me jealous? if ya wanted ta be on top ya coulda just told me; i’ll let ya ride the bone train. nyeh heh heh...”

Axe- His whole world focused in on that. He didn’t see the crowd of people, he didn’t see the bouncer on his way, he didn’t even register that (Y/n) had already taken him down. He was walking straight to them, and anyone who didn’t get out of his way was moved. He wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, picking his head up to be eye to tooth with his terrifying, twitching smile. “looks like the livestock is getting uppity... might be time for castration...” (Y/n) has to let the guy go to stop Axe from killing him, but Axe still has his throat in his hand. “you’re lucky she’s here ta stop me... should think about that in the future; ‘who’s here that will murder me and leave me rotting in the parking lot, entrails strung out for the birds?’” A burst of manic laughter left him as the bouncer got there to escort the guy out, (Y/n) assuring him that Axe was ok and not bothering her. He’d wrapped his arms tightly around her, hands clenched in her clothes. “don’t wanna be here. wanna go home... renew my scent marks...” (Y/n) agreed, and he felt a bit better. The guy made a mistake, but you can bet he’s never going to do it again.

Crooks/ Bun- (when he gets his glasses and sees what the hell happened) He’s nervous, he doesn’t like confrontations, but he needs to help (Y/n)! He hurries to her, but she’s already gotten the guy on the ground. He’s relieved. He sees the bouncer coming and waits off to the side until he gets there and takes the guy so that (Y/n) can come back to him. They sit back down and try to enjoy their time together, laughing it off and focusing on other things, though he’s very complimentary of her skill and knowledge of what to do and how to take care of herself in that situation.

Dusty- No- oh hell no! He’s shortcutted the moment the guy’s hand touches her ass, and has to dodge when she throws him. She puts him in a hold faster than Dusty can react, but he still lays his skull down next to the guy, his manic grin twitching as he stares at him. “look at him, pap... he’d be good exp... heh heh... no, pap, i shouldn’t, she’s right there... she doesn’t like it when i kill people... yeah, the exp looks good... heh heh- heheheheheheheh! yeah. could follow ‘im home and get it later...” The guy is going to be scared straight, just from listening to him- even though he’s not talking to him! He’s also going to be looking over his shoulder... for the rest of his life... The one question that remains is, was Dusty really talking to Paps? Or just playing it up as psychological warfare...? Good question...

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