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tulip-room · 10 months ago

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Pairing: Suna x Chubby! Fem! Reader

Content: Suna’s little sister loves your sweet treats. That’s definitely why he’s in there so often

Words: 2k

a/n: This is part of my Sweet Treats writing series! So stayed tuned for the other parts. This is the second story in the series you can find the other one and the future ones in the post!! I hope you enjoy me adding to the Suna chubby chaser agenda <3

“No, I’m serious Rin. It’s literally the best bakery I have ever been to. They don’t only have baked goods either, they have a deli with regular sandwiches and pretzel buns. It’s mouthwatering.” Suna’s sister exclaims trying to get her brother to agree to take her to the aforementioned bakery. He rolls his eyes with a sigh and starts putting his jacket on.

“Fine, but only if you’ll finally stop talking about it.” The two walk out the door, Suna following behind his sister. She seems excited and as much as he pretends to hate her ramblings it’s endearing and he enjoys making his sister happy.

“Hello little Suna!” They’re greeted as soon as they walk in. “Who did you bring with you?” Suna looks up and has to take a moment to collect himself. Less than five feet away is the most beautiful woman he thinks he’s ever seen. She has flour on her apron and a bit of chocolate on her cheek, most people wouldn’t think she was his type. Most people were wrong, he lives for chubbier people. More of them to love, as people say. He hasn’t even realized that his sister was talking about him.

“Yeah, this is my brother. Rinatarou?” She waves a hand in front of his face, she’s abit amused by the blush building on his cheeks and how quickly he froze when he caught a look at her favorite baker. Now she can’t say this wasn’t her plan, she knew her brother would love you. But she was pleasantly surprised to see she was right.

Suna shakes his head and comes back to where the two of you are laughing slightly. Wow, even your laugh was pretty. “What can I help you with?” And suddenly his mouth is dry and he’s not sure what to say. He clears his thoat and looks at the menu.

“Uhm…a…ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato sandwich on a pretzel bun. And whatever she wants,” he points at his sister who rattles off her order. He sighs and pulls his card out of his wallet.

“Alright, I’ll have that right out for you two,” you say, handing his card back to him. Your fingers brush accidentally and Suna takes a quick breath in. His sister can’t help the laugh that escapes her mouth and tries to cover it with a cough. The two make their way over to a table still in view of the counter and the kitchen. Suna is pushed into a chair where he can see you as his sister sits opposite him.

“So,” she smiles at him teasingly. “Y/N huh?”

“Y/N? Is that her name?” He asks, a little distracted as he watches you work. His sister doesn’t need to turn around to see what has his attention.

“Mhm, she’s single you know.”

“She is?” That got his attention. His head whips to his sister.

“Yup, complains that she needs someone to cook and bake for all the time. If only I knew someone who is hopeless at cooking?” She taps her chin as she looks at him. “Seriously Rin, if you don’t get her to be your girlfriend I will. I need her fresh baked bread.”

“Is that all this is?”

“No, I want both of you to be happy, she’s been very nice to me and you deserve someone as good as her. So man up and ask her out.” She says it a little louder than he likes and it catches the attention of the other patrons. He flicks her forehead with a frown.

“Don’t say it so loud.” He whisper-yells at her. Eventually their order gets called and Suna gets up to collect it. When you smile at him he thinks he died. He just gives you a small smile back. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, Suna.”

“Rintarou, you can call me Rintarou, it would get a little confusing with my sister anyway.”

“Okay, you’re more than welcome, Rintarou.” Did his name always sound that nice or was it just you who made it sound nice. Regardless he takes the food and sits back down.

“Oh my goodness, can you be anymore whipped?”

“You planned this.” He glares gently at his sister.

“You can’t prove that,” she shrugs with a smile and starts digging into her sandwich.

Day One

You weren’t expecting to see Suna again, at least without the company of his sister. “Hello Rintarou,” you greet him as he walks in and finish checking out a customer. They didn’t request a sandwich so you just had to measure out the cookies. He stood patiently behind the person. Once they leave it’s just you and Suna in the shop again. “What brings you in?”

He hadn’t thought that far. “Uhm..just.” He clears his throat and scracthes the back of his neck in a shy manner. “Just picking something up for my sister.”

“Oh, okay.” You start putting things in the computer. “Anything else? I already put her usual in.” You give him a kind smile and try not to think about how his cheeks turn slightly red at the action.

“Nope, that’s it.” You nod and head to the back to make the sandwich. When you come back you get his payment. “My sister really loves you- er your baked goods and sandwiches.”

“I’m aware, it makes my day to see her. She’s adorable, always going on and on about her brother. If I didn’t know any better I would think she was trying to set us up.” You tease gently and hand him the wrapped sandwich.

“Yeah, that would be silly.”

“Maybe, she did a good job selling you. See you later, Rintarou.” You wave as you turn to help the customer that had just walked in. He leaves the bakery with less money in his wallet and a blush on his cheeks.

Day Two

Once again the brown haired man came into the bakery without the presence of his little sister. “Hello Rintarou,” you greet him. This time he’s the only customer in the bakery so the two of you have time to chat before you make his order. “You know, if you come in everyday I may think you’re not just here for your sister.” You tease him as you ring up the order. Your fingers brush against his again as you take his card from him.

“That would be absurd Y/N. Obviously I’m here to treat my little sister while I’m in town.” He smiles and leans his arm on the counter as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Mhm, of course.” You give him a smile of you own and hand him the carefully packaged sandwich. “Tell the little Suna I said hello.”

“What not going to say hello to me? Your favorite Suna?”

“I did say hello to you, when you walked in. And favorite? I don’t know about all that, the jury is still out on it.” You lean against the counter yourself. Suna takes the opportunity to wipe at the chocolate on your cheek that taunts him everyday he comes in. Your face grows warm and it’s your turn to stutter.

“Sure I’m not your favorite?”

You let out a small laugh and push his shoulder gently. “It takes more than some teasing to be my favorite. Goodbye Rintarou.” You wave at him as a group walks into the bakery.

Day Three

Day three is when you call him out. He had to wait in line and there’s more of a crowd in the bakery than there usually is. Probably something to do with it being a Friday. You still wave at him when he comes in and he patiently waits at the end of the line. Thankfully by the time he gets up to the counter there’s only two more customers after him. He orders and stands to the side to talk to you when you become free again.

“Sorry about that Rintarou,” you turn to him with a smile. He waves you off as you wipe your hands off on your apron.

“You own a business, I would hope it’s not always empty.” He plays with the container of straws, spinning one around. Happy to see that everyone was sitting down enjoying their food. You allow yourself to lean on the counter as well.

“Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays are my busiest.”

“Makes sense.”

“You know the funniest thing happened yesterday.” He hums looking at you in confusion clearly wanting you to go on. “Your sister came into the shop wanting a sandwich. Consider me shocked when I told her you had already come in earlier to get her one. She looked just as shocked as I was.”

Shit. That was the first thing that came to his mind as he reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck. He looks away as his face grows red. “Did she?” He asks his voice, lifting up near the end of the question.

“Mhm. Isn’t that funny?”

“Hilarious.” He was going to scream into his pillow when he got home and probably glare at his sister through dinner. “Would you look at the time, I have to get home.” He checks a fake watch on his wrist.

“I think it’s cute that you’re using it as an excuse to see me. I enjoy seeing you too. Goodbye, Rintarou.” You wave at him as he races out the door covering his face with a hand. He still wasn’t used to how gently you would call his name in greetings or goodbyes.

Day Four

It was the last day of his visit, his sister had come in earlier to tease her brother over the situation from yesterday. You scolded her lightly and told her not to tease him too much or he might not come back.

“Like that would happen, he’s whipped your honor.” The two of you are still laughing when he enters the shop. What was she doing here? He remembers requesting his sister not show up today but he supposes he can’t always get what he wants.

“Hello, Rintarou.” Yeah, he’s done for if you keep saying his name like that. “Here to get something for your sister?” You tease and he shakes his head with a small smile.

“Seems she got something for herself.” He looks at the drink and sandwich in his sister’s hands. Getting the hint she walks away after waving to you.

“So, what actually brings you in today.”

“I’m here to order something for myself.”

“And what would that be?” You lean closer to him.

“Your number.” It was a surprise, not an unwelcome one though.

“Okay, give me your phone. It’ll cost you though.” You hold your hand out for him to place his phone in your hand.

“What will it cost me?” He hands his phone over to you with a smile.

“A date, a proper one.” You smile as you put your number in and hand the phone back to the dumbfounded man. You hear quiet clapping and see his sister smiling and giving you a thumbs up from behind him. He whips his head around and she pretends like she was eating her sandwich the whole time.

“Deal. I’ll be back in a few weeks, you can cash your date in then.”

“Okay, see you then Rintarou.”

Bonus:

Suna smiles at his phone in between breaks. Now it wasn’t unusual for him to be on his phone during breaks in practice but it was a surprise that he all but ran to it. “Got a girlfriend, Sunarin?” Komori teases as he tries to look over Suna’s shoulder.

“Not yet, but hopefully.” He smiles as he answers. Komori can’t even tease him more because he’s not quite sure he’s ever seen the boy look so happy. Suna knew he would have to thank his sister some more when he visited again, many hours of listening to her gossip (and not pretending like he didn’t care) it would also result in getting his nails painted while they gossiped. They were chipping anyway.

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luvanniiee · 6 days ago

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feel a way pt.2

• pairings : nayeon x fem! reader , sana x jihyo, sana x jihyo x fem!reader

• synopsis : your long time girlfriend , nayeon, confessed to cheating on you and getting pregnant. it broke your heart. even though you never openly said anything about to anyone, it was apparent. Park Heiran, the daughter of Park Jihyo and step child of Sana Minatozaki , witnessed this and told her moms. Sana had already been crushing on you for a while. so was Jihyo. can they help bring the light back in your eyes?

•warnings : comfort, reader gets taken on a date by jihyo, mentions of eating food, slight mentions of crying, talking about ex relationship, kissing, slight petname usage, mentions of insecurities

a/n: DANG I DIDNT KNOW YALL ACTUALLY LIKED PART 1!! part two was requested so im delivering! anyways enjoy!

story under the cut ;)

you and i need to talk…sana said.

about what? i dont need sympathy okay, im just healing thats all. you said. well im glad youre moving on but look, me and my wife were just having a conversation about you. we wanted to help you heal. sana said.

those words made your heart melt. sana actually wanted to help you do better. and her wife whom youve seen pick heiran up, she’s beautiful. they seem to have a great relationship and connection. but since you love sana the way you do, you didn’t wanna mess it up. sana seriously, thank you for the food and everything youve done, but i dont wanna ruin the relationship with you and your wife. she seems lovely and heiren seems to have a great relationship with her moms. you said softly.

tell you what. why dont you call that number on that card? have a date with her. shes a very good woman, shes nice and very sweet. she is very flirtatious so be careful. sana giggled. okay sana…okay ill give it a go. you said. not really feeling it but just wanting to make sana happy.

soon the school bell rings and class starts. you go one with your teaching. often glancing more at heiran than anyone else. it had you thinking, heiran likes you, but would she be okay with a third mom? the lunch bell snaps you out of your thoughts and you sat down to eat the lunch Jihyo made you. it was the best thing youve had since the break up, its better than a sorry ham sandwich. you were so busy thinking about going on a date with sana’s wife that you didnt here sana come in to have the usual lunch conversation.

so..what do you think? will you give her a try? sana asked. i guess i will, but im just scared to ruin the relationship. you reminded her. i know but trust me, jihyo and i are both willing to do this with you. sana reassured. so you picked up the card, dialed the number and heard the phone rang. sana was sitting next to you also waiting for jihyo to pick up. sana this is stupid she isnt pickin…..you said but suddenly a voice came from the phone. hello? jihyo answered.

you sat there for a second before jihyo could say anything. uh hi, this is heirans teacher. you said. oh, hi uh i didn’t expect that you would actually call. jihyo said back. oh yeah, um i was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me? you said nervously. i would love to! when should i pick you up? jihyo asked. how about after school today? um you and i could go for dinner anywhere you want. its on me… you said but she interrupted. oh no let me pay for it. dont worry about it. jihyo said. you wanted to argue about paying but whats the point in that.

well if you dont mind it. you said. of course, my treat for the lady whos making my little girl smarter everyday. jihyo said. she made your cheeks go red for a second. sana was right, she is a bit flirty. uh alright then, so see you at 7:00 tonight? you said. its a date! jihyo said. and you both hung the phone up. if you werent screaming on the outside, you definitely were on the inside. ahhh! sana said with excitement. it’s happening im so happy for you! she continued. as the bell rang, sana gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked out. thats new, sana has never kissed you before.

after drop off, you headed home to get dressed for your date. the first real date after nayeon. you were nervous no doubt but also excited to get back out there and find love. you checked the time and it was close to 6:30 pm. you looked in the mirror one last time, just making sure you look your best. you leave out the door and shoot jihyo a text saying you were on the way to the restaurant. she sent a thumbs up and said she was excited to see you in person. you smiled to yourself, the feeling of being wanted once again, it made you so happy.

you walk into the restaurant, looking around for her. your eyes landed on hers as soon as she picked her head up. she looked you up and down and smiled deeply at you. the gesture making you blush. you sheepishly walk over to the table and she stands up to greet you. “you look…you look…wow, just wow.” “oh, i’m sorry. i was kind of rushing…” you were getting a little nervous over jihyos reaction. she sensed that, and instantly comforted you. “you look amazing babe! i love the way that dress looks on you. are you ready to eat?” you looked down and smiled, her words touching your heart. “thank you! you look great as well. and yes i’m starving!” both of you laughed lightly. and the night went on from there.

full of laughter, some tears shed, but the both of you had a great night. “can i tell you something?” jihyo asked. “sure! what is it?” you replied. “sana told me about what happened between you and your shitty ex.” you became slightly apprehensive “so?” “so she also mentioned that she has a thing for you, which is one of the main reasons why i decided to reach out. sana has a very specific type. and she also has great taste in women. i see why she has a crush on you. i think im starting to develop one for you too.” you blinked as her words caught you off guard a bit. “really? do you really have a crush on me?” you say, slightly desperate for a genuine answer.

“yes. you’re sweet, charismatic, you have a great sense of humor, i love how gentle and soft you are. i honestly don’t want this night to end.” jihyo confessed. you smiled at her, she smiled back. “i feel the same way about sana, i just don’t know how to tell her. i feel the same way about you as well. i hope this won’t be the last time we see each other.” you confessed back. your words taken her slightly aback. “oh, this most definitely will not be the last time honey! actually, what are you doing after this?” jihyo asked. “well nothing really. why?” you said. “how about you come over for the night. heiran would be happy to see you, and so will sana! what do you say?” “oh gosh, yes!”

after dinner, you got in your car and followed jihyo home. “welcome to our home! don’t worry about clothes because we have some for you. when you come in, heiran should be asleep but if not she’ll be happy to see you. are you ready to come inside?” jihyo said. you nodded and followed her into her home. as you both entered, you saw sana with her hair up, heiran in her arms sleeping, in her satin nightgown. “i take the date must’ve been successful!” sana smirked at you. you blushed at her. “i see why you have a thing for her. she’s a catch, that’s for sure.” jihyo said as she turned and winked at you. both of them flirting with you made your heart race. face heating up.

they gave you some clothes, you showered and changed in them. you came out the bathroom and both of them looked at you with admiration and love. “i could get used to that sight.” sana teased and she walked up to you and put her hands on your side. “i agree baby. alright sweet thing, are you ready to crash?” jihyo said as she walked up and got behind you. her hands lightly massaged your shoulders. “yes! where do i sleep?” you asked. “you sleep with us. i hope you don’t mind being in the middle. you get the most warmth that way.” “she’s so lucky to be in the middle. i wish i was being sandwiched between two hot women.” sana half heartedly joked.

you three got in the bed, sana and jihyo at either side of you. you turned towards sana, sana was facing you. she looked in your eyes and leaned in. you didn’t know why, but you leaned in as well. just a couple centimeters away from kissing. “thank you sana!” you said softly as to not wake jihyo. sana closed the gap and kissed you deeply. not fast, not rushed, just slow and full of emotion. she pulled back a minute later. “you’re welcome. and thank you for giving us a shot.” sana said back. you leaned in and kissed her again. you felt jihyos arm wrap around your waist. “i want some of that action.” she said sleepily. you turned you her and kissed her the same way you kissed sana.

you were happy. and that’s what mattered at the end of it all.

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mamieishere · 1 year ago

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How to row a hook-up

MDNI

disclaimer : unprotected sex, quickie, doggy style, creampie, semi public, teasing, breeding kink, no name mentioned

You met him on a dating app. You liked his profile because of his blue hair. It's not common and you love someone with their own personality. He was a traveler, coming we-don't-know-where and indicated that he was around for several days.

There was no expectation, you liked some other profiles. You got some matches and started to talk with them but they weren't interesting or too weird. You gave up for the night and went to bed. Tomorrow evening your friend will arrive and the both of you will head to the most anticipated festival of the year. How exciting is it to finally being able to enjoy music lives.

When you woke up the next morning, you were anything but a portable battery, too much energy, too much happiness... too much eve everything.

You headed to the shower and had a full body wash, hair included. Summer nights were hot and humid, so much so that you needed to wash your hair daily. After getting dressed, you picked up your phone and oh! missing notifications. It was the blue haired cutie. He liked you back! FUCK!

"Hi! I'm here for a few days. I'm going to be honest, I need someone who speaks the local language... Are you in?" 4 hours ago

"Ha ~ Finally, I wasn't that honest. I have a big event this weekend and I am very stressed. It's impromptu but could you help you to reduce this tension?" 4 hours ago

"I mean in a sexual way?" 3 hours ago

"Wait... It's impossible to erase a message on this app??? Fuck it." 5 minutes ago

"You know what? Forget it, nvw. It was unsolicited." now

You laughed. He was cute and kinda strange in a way.

"Hey :) sure I'm in, even for a tension revealed thing if you want." now

You texted back without proofreading, probably because you'd cringe at your message. You tossed your phone on your bed. after all, What are the chances that he will respond now? Obviously none.

You planned to go on a self date, one of your fave thing. You put a little make, mascara and lip gloss, grab your bag stuffed with keys, wallet, a book and your flying phone. Headphones on your ears, you headed out to a cozy restaurant nearby to the hotel.

The atmosphere was hushed, the lights were subdued and the ceiling had mouldings. A perfect place to order a fancy dish and a glass of white wine in the back corner out of sight. After the waiter has taken your order and came back with your drink, you took your book and started peacefully your me-time.

A group of about ten people took the table on the right. They were loud, chaotic dressed in expensive clothing. You sighted and turn on the headphones again. You looked for your phone to play some music. While the tracks scrolled across the screen, he popped up. You jumped on your seat, hurting the table.

- "HOLLY... ", you restrained yourself from screaming and rubbing your knees. The neighbours at the table turned around with surprised looks. "My apologies", you nodded, pressed play to the first track coming and hid behind your book.

"Hello again! Thank God, I'm glad you did answer. I'm not used to dating apps, probably because I'm not allowed to. Had I say I was relieved? Haha I'm rumbling... Anyways, I'm going to dinner in a restaurant, would you like to recommend me a dish? I'm so lost... " 3 minutes ago

You laughed softly.

"Okay, it's funny because I'm in a restaurant too currently. I order a croque madame, it's a hot sandwich studded with béchamel sauce, cheese and ham plus there's a sunny side up on the top of it. It comes with a salad. So, I guess you may order this too!" now

"THANK YOU!" now

Oh the answer came very quickly this time. You left your phone on the table with the book, as the waiter came back with your dish.

Oh it was delicious... The bread was crispy outside but still soft and buttery. The egg was perfect, the ham and cheese tasty and smoked. It was heaven,all of this combined with the jazz music playing... It was orgasmic.

"I guess you gave me a good choice. It looks yummy. *one picture attached *" now

Your eyes widen once again. The picture of his dish was exactly the same than yours, the dishes, the tablecloth, everything. You raised your head and started to search around you. He was here.

*Wait... We are in the same restaurant. Oh lol, where are you?" now

You kept looking for some blue hair but failed. Was it a joke? Where was he? After 5 minutes, your message was still unread. You decided to go to the bathroom, leaving your things under the waiter supervision.

Until someone grabbed your hand and guided you to the first nearby room. You were about to scream when your kidnapper switch on the light. Blue hair. Oh.

- "Hey... hey hey hey", he whispered "I'm so sorry, I caught you by surprise. I recognized you when I entered the restaurant earlier. I wanted to give you a hand sign but as I was with my band and the staff, it was impossible. Please accept my apologies. But jeez you're beautiful. Ah sorry I'm rambling again... Hey? Hello, Earth?"

Of course you heard him but you were shut. He was stunning, his delicate face, his bobba eyes contrasted so well with his blue hair. You were subjugated.

- "Yeah? Hi...", the words fell from your mouth.

- "Are you okay? Are you shocked?" he panicked "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.".

You put your hand on his chest. "Are you real...?" you asked randomly. He burnt out of laughter,took your hand and swapped your fingers with his own.

- "Hello sweetheart, yes I'm real", he cooed with a chuckle. He took your chin and replaced a strand of hair out of your face. "May i kiss you?"

Wow, that was bold but not as bold as you, putting your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you reached to his mouth and put a lingering kiss on his lips. He caught you and deeper the kiss, glued his body to yours.

- "Ah princess... I want you now, can I have you now?", You looked at him and nodded. "Use your words baby. ".

- "Ha.... yes, please. Are you not afraid that someone caught us?".

He cadged you between his body and the door.

- "No, I'm not. You'll have to stay quiet if you don't want to be discovered.", He leaned to kiss you again. Both of you had a little time. His hands made their path under your shirt going for the claps of your bra. You weren't wearing a bra, oops. He broke the kiss and gave you a stern look.

- "Oh my. What do we have here?", he raised your hands with one hand while his others reached up your top, exposing your chest to the cold air, making your nipples harder than they already were. He started to leave little pecks on your neck, down to your collarbone, decorating it with purple and finally reaching to your left boob.

- "Let's start with your heart side would you?", he rolled the sensitive tip between his digits, cutting off a moan of you. He urgently put his hand on your mouth. "Stay quiet baby if you don't want to get caught".

He freed your hands which ended up on his shoulders again and licked your nipple. Your chest arched, giving him more flesh. You moaned again, silently. His other hand found a place on your hips, rubbing slow circles.

- "Touch me, please...", Your voice was almost a whisper. "May I have your fingers in me?"

It was all it took for him to snap. He got back on his feet, turned you around and lifted your skirt.

- " Oh baby wants my fingers?", he teased. "Baby wants me to finger your needy hole?"

He didn't give enough time to answer before he ripped soaking panties, stuffed you with two fingers at an incredible rough pace. You felt the first sprinkles of pleasure and he added a third one. Soft moans weren't enough, louder ones erupted from your throat as he stopped them by placing a hand on your filfy mouth.

- "I told you to stop being noisy", his action hadn't the expected effect, your creamed his hand. "Fuck that's hot. May I give you my cock sweetie, uh? Want me to fill you up? Breeding you with my seeds?".

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you gave him a "Ha... y... es fuck, gimme y-your see-seeds".

While licking his digits, he undid his pants, freeing his erected dick from the confines of his underwear. One hand came to press on your back to put your pussy on display. You felt him, rubbing his cock along your folds, teasing your entrance. You tried to push your hips back on him to finally get your dream fulifilled.

- "tsk... baby no... that's not how we ask to be fucked"

- "please, I can't... oh shit!", he penetrated you in one full stroke. He snapped his hips on yours, making the head of his penis kissed your cervix, forcefully. The pace he chose left no space for mercy. You thought you were going to cum only by being penetrated until he reached your clit only to play with it. As his pace maintained a high drive, he doodled circles on your bundle of nerves.

- "Fuck baby girl, cum... cum for me. Cum on my cock, I want to feel it", he bite your ear. Then everything became colorful. You came hard around him, squeezing your insides like never you did before. He helped by guiding you through it. The only sound remained was the lewd, squishing sound of his cock entering you again and again. He took him a few pumps before he filled you full of him.

- "hhhhaaa fuck baby, I'm bringing you to my hotel room. I can't leave you like that."

hiii, it's been a while! I hope you enjoyed this story. it was supposed to be a drabble, as usual, it's a failure 🤷🏻‍♀️

Feel free to give feedback and comments (constructive ones only!) 💕

I have to be honest, im not a big mood to write rn but I felt I needed to post this one. please be nice if you find typos or grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language.

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ashwhowrites · 2 years ago

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oh would you write about eddie x girlfriend reader whos recovering from an eating disorder & he’s on full support and comfort. today she decided to let eddie have control over what she eats for the day. at some parts (maybe like bread with chocolate or some snacks) she starts getting overwhelmed & cry’s & he’s there, comforting her, giving her head/forehead kisses, holds her hands, talks to her & eats with her, so she doesn’t feel alone.

and i would really like to read more about wayne, so maybe the next day she asks wayne to decide what she’ll eat today & he’s really excited to be there for her & help her in such progress. both munsons comfort her & she’s so thankful!<3

I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

⚠️ mentions of ED

Recovery

Y/N was recovering from an eating disorder, trying every day to move one step forward. It was hard to do on her own, so her boyfriend vowed to help her every step of the way. Which he did. Eddie was so patient and supportive, she never felt that before.

She wanted to give herself a small challenge to push her further. She asked Eddie to pick what she'd eat throughout the day and he was so excited to help her. He immediately agreed with a huge smile and began to work on his list.

"Breakfast is served," Eddie announced, proudly placing the plate in front of her. He sat down next to her in his chair, with a plate for him as well.

Y/N looked down at the toast covered in Nutella, overwhelmed by the thick spread. She felt tears welling in her eyes but tried to remain calm. Eddie placed his hand on hers and squeezed it.

"We'll go slow. Just breathe. Here I'll even cut it in half and we will start with that." He said, using a knife as he cut the toast in half, taking a piece and throwing it on his plate.

"Not as scary, right? Just half the toast. We'll do the first bite together." Eddie said, picking up his toast as he held it in his mouth. She looked at him as she slowly picked up the toast. Both take a bite.

"That's my girl!" Eddie cheered as she swallowed the first bite. Eddie pressed a chocolatey kiss to her forehead.

"Ew Eddie!"

~~~

For lunch, Eddie decided on sandwiches. His sandwich was loaded with turkey, ham, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes. She felt herself getting overwhelmed as he placed down his plate.

"No worries, baby. You get the most spectacular sandwich combination out there!" She smiled when he placed down peanut butter and jelly, the bread cut into a heart.

"And if you want some, no pressure, some grapes." A small bowl of grapes is placed between them.

Eddie slowly ate with her, taking small bites as she ate. He made sure they always finished eating at the same time so she didn't feel pressured to eat faster.

Just like breakfast, he walked her through it, squeezing her hand and kissing her forehead when she finished.

~~~

After dinner, Y/N felt very proud of herself. And Eddie reminded her just how proud he was.

The next day, they were visiting Wayne. Y/N thought why not let Wayne decide what she eats for the day?

Wayne was just as excited as Eddie, she laughed at the resemblance. Wayne didn't eat well-balanced meals as it was, so she had a feeling he'd pick the most random things.

And he did.

She had a day filled with snacks and not meals. But she liked it.

"Wayne, she's not eating cookies for lunch!" Eddie scolded him, but Wayne brushed him off.

"I think the girl wants cookies, maybe milk?" Wayne asked, Y/N lit up at the idea.

"Oh my gosh, yes!"

Eddie groaned as Wayne and Y/N sat close on the couch, both diving into the cookies.

"Grab the milk will ya?" Wayne asked through a mouthful of cookies. Eddie looked at him with a disapproving look but grabbed the milk anyway.

Dinner happened to be tomato soup, something Eddie approved of this time.

"I'm proud of you, kid. Just remember that." Wayne said as they prepared to leave. Y/N smiled at his words, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

Some days would be harder than others, but at least her boys were always there to help.

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morimementa · 1 year ago

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Might I offer you a small smackerel of NikPrice mpreg?

TW for mpreg and illness mentions under the readmore.

Nik and Price trying for a baby, knowing the odds are really long, given Price is in his late 30s. They’re prepared to wait, and even to let their dreams go unfulfilled.

Anyway, they succeed on the first try. After the initial shock of “We thought this would be hard?!” wears off, they’re really excited. And in Price’s case, very, very nauseous.

(Ghost staunchly refuses to stop calling him “old man”, though.)

The morning sickness passes with little fanfare, but then comes the migraines. They start in month 4 and finally stop in month 6, but it’s not an easy time. They spend a lot of time in bed with the blinds drawn and the lights off, with Nik alternating between massaging his husband’s temples and rubbing his belly. It’s not something either of them care to repeat but the intimacy of that time was something special.

Nikolai dubs the baby "Little Mouse" because Price keeps craving string cheese of all things.

By pure happenstance, they're cuddling on the sofa when he feels the baby kick for the first time. It takes another month before the kicks are strong enough to feel from the outside, but it's more than worth the wait. Nikolai cuddles up with Price's belly and sings to them.

They find out the gender at 12 weeks, but I think we can all agree no one in the 141 would be caught dead doing a gender reveal party.

No, not even if Soap was promised Tannerite.

The next time they meet up with Soap and Ghost, Price casually drops the fact that the baby's a boy. Soap jokes about buying blue bubblegum cigars to celebrate.

They don't have a baby shower but their small circle of friends do bestow their gifts. Gaz finds a baby sized boonie hat and makes sure it finds its way onto Price's desk.

Nikolai has never been prone to worrying, but there's definitely a few times he holds his breath in anticipation during Price's ultrasounds. Premature births run in his family and he worries he's passed the curse onto his husband and their son.

Anyway, Price ends up almost a week overdue. He's less than thrilled, but still thankful there's little risk of the NICU at this point.

Nik consoles him with backrubs and promises of a ham sandwich once the baby's born.

Price finally goes into labor while Nik’s off at work. Ghost is the one who calls the ambulance. The EMT is a bit of prat and asks Price if he’s sure he’s in labor. The trauma Ghost inflicts on him without ever having to raise his voice becomes the stuff of hospital legend.

Nik arrives at the hospital while Price is between contractions and learns that his husband is just fine, but their kid’s godfather made an EMT wet himself.

Honestly, he should have expected that.

Their son is delivered safely and with few issues. He's a really chonky baby at 11 pounds, 8 ounces. Nik stops calling him little mouse and starts calling him Baby Bear.

His real name is Aleksandr or Alek for short. He ends up with Nik's nose and hair and Price's eyes. Gaz remarks that he'll probably grow out a beard when he gets older.

"The girls will be chasing him," Nik laughs. "Or the boys."

The first thing Price does when he's able to get out of bed and leave little Alek with Soap is light up a cigar on the porch. He's still going to smoke on occasion, but he makes sure he's not putting their son in danger.

This ended up being way more than a smackerel. No regrets, the fandom needs way more Nikprice Mpreg.

#text post #cod #nikprice #mpreg #tw pregnancy #john price #captain john price #Nikolai #Nikolai cod #call of duty

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inkameswetrust · 30 days ago

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ᰔ || 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐒 [Chapter 1: Second Chances]

Pairing(s): Beau Santiago x Jordan Porter-Morales, Beau Santiago x James Diamond

Characters: Beau Antonio Santiago, Andy Williams, Ms. Sheryl Ingram, Jordan Porter-Morales

Content Warnings: Pre-Established Relationship, Toxic Relationship, BL, Teen Angst, Verbal Abuse, Emotional/Physical Manipulation

Word Count: 5,771

If you are not comfortable reading about any of the themes listed in the Content Warnings, do not interact. Otherwise, please enjoy! Be sure to check out my Character Introduction Blog if you haven't yet. It'll give you some insight on the original characters that play big roles in this story. You can also read Freak Flags on AO3!

taglist: @allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin, @myloveforhergoeson

Thanks for the love and support, guys. This one's for you!

**divider by @saradika-graphics** 11:56am

“Okay, okay, slow down!” Andy chuckled amidst Beau’s excited rambling. She brought her palm to her lips, shielding him from the sight of her chewing a cafeteria ham and cheese sandwich as they strolled through an empty corridor. “You’re auditioning for what again?”

“This music producer from LA is holding auditions for his next big hit!” Beau exclaimed as he swiped a promotional flyer from his leather rucksack bag and pointed at the address of the audition venue. “It’s happening this afternoon at The Paramount in Huntington. Signups are until five o’clock.” Andy reached for the poster in Beau’s hand, pensively narrowing her eyes at the man dressing the paper with his unusually villainous pose. It worried her how she couldn’t see the look in the man’s eyes past his indistinctly branded designer sunglasses. What lies and deceit could he possibly be hiding behind those tinted lenses?

“I don’t know about this, Beau, this guy looks kinda sketchy,” Andy remarked out of concern. “How come this is the first time I’m hearing of this?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve been raving about this all week!” Beau retorted, the back of his hand meeting the promotional flyer with a sharp flick to punctuate his words. “Have you even seen the commercial on TV?”

“I guess not. Sorry, maybe I’ve just been a little distracted lately,” Andy apologized admittedly, looking a tad spaced out as she clung to the strap of her corduroy crossbody bag.

“Only a little? Little Miss Shakespeare thinks she’s only been a little distracted?” Beau jested with a playful nudge and a hearty chuckle.

Andy, rightfully frustrated by that teasing nickname, nudged Beau back twice as hard. His confused expression of mild pain and discomfort was met with the daggers Andy shot at him through the sharp, cold, unforgiving stare in her narrowing eyes. Beau’s face soured and his shoulders shot up like rockets in a fearful response.

“You proud of yourself for coming up with that one?” Andy sneered. “Well, guess what, smart guy. Shakespeare wrote plays, not novels!”

“Same diff…” Beau exhaled defeatedly.

Andy groaned and rolled her eyes. The disapproving shake of her head was faint but noticeable. Though Beau’s teasing and evident lack of education was the least of her problems.

“Anyway, about this audition,” Andy continued. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“What do you mean?” Beau asked with a quirked brow.

“Remember the audition you were super psyched about last year? It was the exact same circumstances—some big shot music producer from LA looking for his next big hit who just so happens to be holding auditions at the Paramount. Doesn’t that seem a little uncanny to you?”

“Not really, why?” Beau replied absentmindedly.

“If you want to do this, you have to be sure about it. This is a serious endeavor!” Andy warned sternly.

“C’mon, Andy, do I not seem serious about this?” Beau retorted nonchalantly with a scoff of disbelief on the rise.

“Beau, I swear,” Andy grumbled, grinding to a halt and taking Beau by the wrist. “If you’re serious about this audition, promise me you’ll see it through this time!”

Beau trembled slightly, recognizing Andy’s austere tone and the earnestness that followed her words like a wolf leading its pack. She was right to speak up, but Beau hated how ashamed he felt from being called out like this. It was his own fault, though. He’d gotten his hopes up about the previous music producer he was so eager to audition for only to waste his chance to hang out with some stupid boy.

Beau tried convincing himself that his lapse in judgement wasn’t as bad as it sounded. Sure that audition was a once in a lifetime opportunity, the kind of opportunity he felt he’d waited his whole life for. It was the chance to chase his lifelong dream and finally reach his full potential. Anyone with half a brain would have grabbed that dream with both hands and seized their chance. But if he chose to spend his time with a dreamy bass guitar-playing, grey wool beanie-wearing, bad attitude-having boy then it had to have been for a good reason. Right?

In shaking his head and snapping back to reality, Beau stared troublingly at the girl clinging to his wrist like a lifebuoy in the deep end of a pool. That solemn look in her eyes spoke painfully louder than any plea she could muster.

“Promise me, Beau,” Andy implored. “Promise me you’re not going to pass up this opportunity again for… Jordan.”

Andy’s voice dipped when speaking Jordan’s name, making her disdain known to the world by lacing her voice with venom. It was almost unnerving how different his name sounded on the tip of her tongue as opposed to the rest of her words. It was a shame. Beau liked him a great deal, but every word Andy heard about him ran her patience thinner and thinner.

“But…” Beau uttered hesitantly.

“Beau, promise me!” Andy cried. “If this dream means anything to you, promise me you won’t let him stand in the way. I don’t care how much you like him, you’re too talented and ambitious to throw away a once in a lifetime opportunity twice.”

Andy promptly released Beau from her grip and nervously clutched her juniper green cardigan. She felt awkward about speaking up and putting her foot down, but she feels she’s been assigned the role of the voice of reason in Beau’s life. She normally dissuades him from making far less significant decisions like drinking vanilla iced coffee instead of eating breakfast or purchasing the same pair of corduroy cargo pants in every color under the sun despite only wearing green or brown. This felt like life and death in comparison. Andy’s pleas were tough pills to swallow, but Beau set his trepidations aside and recognized that each word his dear friend spoke rang eerily true. Too much so for him to simply ignore.

“Okay, I promise,” Beau nodded.

“Thank you,” Andy sighed in relief as she inched closer to Beau and ensnared him in a gentle hug.

She hooked her arms under his and clung to the muscles where his shoulders and his back met. He returned the gesture, locking his arms around her neck and under her curls. Beau leaned his chin on Andy’s shoulder and dressed the ends of his face with a faint grin.

“Make me proud, okay?” Andy uttered lowly.

“You know I will,” Beau replied in a similarly low tone.

The two pulled away slowly after one final squeeze, looking at each other with kindred smiles as they stuffed their hands in their pockets and chuckled the awkwardness into oblivion.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Beau remarked thankfully.

“Be glad you’re stuck with me then,” Andy quipped in response.

Chuckling warmly from the delight of Andy’s presence and wit, Beau hooked his arm around her shoulder and loosely held her at his side. They continued strolling down an empty corridor in each other’s company.

“So tell me,” Beau began, hoping to pick the novelist’s brain, “This story you’ve been working on lately, what’s it about?”

“Oh, c’mon, you don’t want to hear about all that,” Andy dismissed with the shake of her head and an embarrassed upward curl of her lips that shaped the airy scoff she released.

“But I do!” Beau rebutted, snapping his head in Andy’s direction to look her square in the face as he refuted her claim. “If you think I don’t want to hear about what you’ve been up to, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

The songwriter playfully nudged Andy’s side, lightly this time as to not upset her, and shook her shoulder in his friendly grasp. Andy couldn’t avoid the chortles and chuckles that erupted in the quietest parts of her voice. Beau’s camaraderie was admittedly infectious.

“Can I at least get a sneak peek?” Beau suggested optimistically.

“Absolutely not, you won’t hear a single detail until it’s finished,” Andy insisted. “Besides, this story isn’t like my usual works of fiction. You could say that it’s… based on real events.”

“That sounds like a detail to me!” Beau remarked in a sing-songy voice.

“Shh, okay! Don’t get too excited ‘cause that’s all you’re getting from me,” Andy hushed, her open palms gesturing in opposite directions. “Boo, you’re no fun!” Beau whined as he stuck out his tongue with a childlike sneer.

A lighthearted chuckle found its way past Andy’s lips as she shook her head at Beau’s endearingly immature display. The two teens continued their on-campus stroll, passing a tunnel’s length of closed doors and poorly painted walls.

“Hey, so that commercial you were telling me about, the one I apparently haven’t seen,” Andy peeped lowly. “Would you mind showing it to me? Just so I can get a good enough idea of what you’re getting yourself into.”

Beau’s face, now fully lit like a Christmas tree, alerted Andy of his incoming excitement. The curve of his smile twinkled like a string of fairy lights, and instantly, Andy knew she’d set off fireworks in the pit of her best friend’s heart. “I thought you’d never ask,” Beau breathed joyfully as he took his novelist pal by the hand and rushed in the other direction as if to take flight with the spring in his mighty step.

“W-Wait, where are we going?!” Andy squawked in confusion as she struggled to keep up.

“To the library, duh!” Beau exclaimed heartily.

Beau’s inky black Converse chucks squeaked against the linoleum floor with each hurried step while Andy’s combat boots thumped closely behind with no discernible beat or rhythm. Their bookbags rose and fell as they trailed behind them with sounds of rummaging and ruffling. The occasional wandering teen or two stood in their away, causing Beau and Andy to dodge and duck on their way across the hall. Beau came to an abrupt stop the second they crossed the threshold from the corridor into the library.

“Okay, now we just have to get to the—!” Beau began to exclaim, his voice trailing off due to the vigilant ‘shhhh’ of the librarian with silvery roots sprouting from her shoulder-length platinum blonde bob.

“Sorry!” Beau whispered apologetically as he tucked his head in between his shoulders. “Now we just have to find a vacant computer. There’s bound to be an upload of the commercial somewhere on SchmoopTube.”

“You go ahead, I should probably return a couple books since we’re here,” Andy declared. “Call me over when you have it pulled up.”

Beau nodded in understanding and quickly fled to the row of desks upon which an array of Dell desktop computers operating on Windows 7 sat. Andy sauntered over to the librarian’s desk as she retrieved a pair of books from her corduroy crossbody bag.

“Hello, Ms. Ingram,” Andy grinned amidst the click-clack typing of the librarian’s scarlet red acrylic nails, lowering her books to the edge of the desk.

“Well, if it isn’t Andrea Williams. How are you, sweetheart?” Ms. Ingram replied as she pushed her reading glasses farther up on the bridge of her nose with her middle finger and took the pair of books from Andy’s hands. “Were those Ned Vizzini novels worth the read?” Andy tucked her lips inward, creating an awkwardly symmetrical line stretching across her face. She never cared too much for her given name. The sound of it on anyone’s lips, even those she favored, provided an odd sensation; a tingle of discomfort. Perhaps even a pinch of disgust. Despite that, she stuffed those feelings away in the trash bin of her mind and kept things civil.

“Yes, thank you,” Andy replied with a slight bow of her head. “Especially ‘Be More Chill’. It’s a shame it isn’t more popular, but I suppose young adult literature tends to be a bit edgy.”

“Give it a few years, things can change,” Ms. Ingram chuckled as she checked the Ned Vizzini novels back into the system.

Her fingers dipped and dove into her clacky keyboard, and she set the books aside on a rolling cart among the other returned library books. The second her eyes returned to their forward direction, she glanced past Andy and saw Beau beaming at the computer screen he sat particularly close to. His smile was infectious and his eyes were wide open with a blinding twinkle in his big brown irises.

“That friend of yours looks absolutely thrilled,” Ms. Ingram remarked with a chuckle. “Is he always like that?”

“Who, Beau?” Andy inquired with a quirked brow. She turned her head and looked back at Beau. Every fiber in his face was positively glowing with excitement and joy. He appeared to be entranced by the promotional commercial for his audition at the Paramount and watching it without beckoning Andy to his side. She felt a warm, fuzzy, tingly sensation of pride buzzing in the depths of her heart. A tender grin graced her lips as she turned back to face Ms. Ingram.

“No, he’s just excited about this audition he has at the Paramount later this afternoon,” Andy answered with a sigh. “He says the promotional commercial for it is on the internet somewhere and wants to show it to me.”

“Oh, how wonderful! He’s always been quite the talented boy, hasn’t he? Every year when the talent show rolls around I tend to hear such great things about him. I’m surprised he hasn’t taken up musical theater, though. He seems to have the knack for it.”

“That’s Beau for you. He prefers to perform independently. There’s just something about the spotlight that triggers a certain level of confidence in him.”

“Isn’t that something?” Ms. Ingram grinned, grabbing hold of her ceramic mug and taking a sip of her afternoon tea. “It’s quite the coincidence you mentioned this audition because my daughter was telling me about a similar one the other day. I caught a glimpse of the commercial on my television one night while she was watching TMZ and the music producer they interviewed wore this very expensive-looking silver suit and designer sunglasses with particularly dark tinted lenses.”

“You’re kidding,” Andy scoffed in disbelief. “That’s the same exact guy Beau showed me on a promotional flyer.”

“Small world!” Ms. Ingram chuckled as she set her mug down beside her computer keyboard. “I’m not sure what it was, but something about him felt a little… off. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“So, you felt it, too? I had the exact same feeling when I first saw him, like, something in my gut told me something wasn’t right,” Andy confessed. “Though, for Beau’s sake, I was kind of hoping I’d be wrong.”

“It’s best never to ignore that feeling,” Ms. Ingram advised. “You never know when intuition might save you.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean,” Andy sighed, looking back at Beau once more as she nervously twiddled her fingers in the sleeves of her cardigan. “But he’s really excited about this. He’s been waiting his whole life for this kind of opportunity. It’s a miracle this is the second time he’s been granted such an opportunity because he passed it up the first time.”

“Well, the music industry can be pretty tough to break into and can be quite dangerous when you’re still so young. It’s a risky game to play.”

“So, what should I do?”

“I’m afraid there’s not much you can do from your position.”

Andy sighed defeatedly, not feeling very assured by Ms. Ingram’s words. She’d hate for Beau to fail, but even worse, she’d hate for him to regret seizing his chance. The novelist nervously gripped the strap of her corduroy crossbody bag with both hands as her eyes nervously darted across the floor.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, though, sweetheart. Assuming your friend has a loving and supportive family—as one should expect to have—they will give him the proper guidance he needs to navigate this field should he succeed,” Ms. Ingram assured. “And with presumably an abundance of determination, ambition, and raw talent, I’d say success is highly likely.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Andy agreed.

“But if things don’t work out then perhaps it just isn't his time,” Ms. Ingram continued. “No matter what happens, all you can really do is be there for him and trust that he has the judgement to make the right choices.”

“Yo, Andy!” Beau cried from across the room with the raise of his hand after finally breaking free from his trance.

“Keep that voice down, young man,” Ms. Ingram warned with a sharp look.

“Sorry!” Beau squeaked.

Andy and Ms. Ingram shared a kindred sigh as they shook their heads in unison. Having heard the librarian’s words of wisdom, Andy felt a little less anxious about Beau’s opportunity and the circumstances it could bring about. But her worries never truly went away.

“He’s lucky to have a friend like you, y’know,” Ms. Ingram remarked. “It’s refreshing to see such a nice young girl like yourself care so deeply about someone else.”

“You think so?” Andy inquired hopefully.

“I know so,” Ms. Ingram replied with absolute certainty. “Go on, now, he’s waiting. I don’t want to keep you any longer than I already have.”

“Thank you, Ms. Ingram,” Andy grinned as she began to turn away.

“Oh, one more thing, Andrea,” Ms. Ingram called out with the slight outward stretch of her hand.

“Yes?” Andy peeped as she turned her head back to face the librarian.

“Tell your friend I wish him the best of luck.”

Andy’s grin grew wider. She was far more grateful than she could express for this exchange. The novelist recognized that while she couldn’t aid Beau in his endeavors and protect him from harm, her love and support was more than enough to help get him by.

“I will.”

With that, Andy scuttled across the library and sat at Beau’s side with her bag atop her lap. She had much to think about, but there’s a time and place for everything. It wouldn’t hurt to wait a little longer for some much needed introspection.

“You were over there for a while. What were you guys talking about?” Beau wondered.

“Just books and stuff,” Andy answered plainly. “Play the commercial already.”

“Okay, okay, check this out!” Beau giggled as he clicked the replay button.

12:27pm

A swarm of boys ranging from exuberant to indifferent flooded the gym locker room. It was the general consensus of the student body that running the mile was more of a chore than anything, but the occasional handful of aspiring athletes were hard to miss with their budding enthusiasm to impress gym teachers and coaches alike.

Beau stood before his box-like gym locker with his leather rucksack bag sitting on the bench behind him as he pulled his uniform gym shirt over his head and onto his torso. He tugged at the hemline, pulling the fabric over his waist and letting it sit as low as it could reach.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of his head. It was strange and inexplicable. It wasn’t like any boy in particular out of the dozens minding their own business were staring him down. The wandering eyes, the idle chatter, the boys entering and exiting in clusters—it felt as though there was one among the rest with ill intentions blending into the crowd and lurking in his peripheral vision.

As Beau shut the door to his gym locker and tried with every fiber in his being to shake off the anxiety he couldn’t quite place or explain, a sudden tap on his shoulder caused everything in him to jump. An embarrassingly shrill yelp escaped him like a prisoner breaking free of his chains that befuddled the student behind him.

“Uhm… I think you dropped this?” The passerby uttered with newfound uncertainty as he held out a folded piece of paper for Beau to take.

The trembling boy’s voice broke into pieces. His eyes swung back and forth between the student and the folded paper like a pendulum, trying desperately to rebuild Beau’s state of being with each swing. A breathy, barely audible ‘thank-you’ managed to slip past his lips as he hastily retrieved the paper from the passerby and watch as he scuttled away with a look that connoted a mixture of discomfort and perplexity.

An apologetic frown developed in the downward curves of Beau’s face. He looked down at the paper his fingers were digging into and unfolded it as the crowd fled to begin their classes. The curly short-haired music producer dressed in his polyester silver suit stared him straight in the face far beyond the tinted lenses of his designer sunglasses.

Beau felt an odd weight on his chest, the weight of determination and ambition squeezing his heart and pumping blood through his veins. He focused intently on the promotional flyer, his brows furrowing and eyes narrowing in thought. Whatever worries lay dormant in the crevices of his mind had no place there. At least not now. Beau couldn’t afford to be anxious today. He stuffed the flyer in the side pocket of his bookbag and marched out of the locker room to join his class outside.

Students in fluctuating masses exited the gymnasium and made their way to the track field at varying speeds. Some walked, some ran, some sprinted, and some barely moved at all. Beau jogged to the starting line of the carmine-red ring of synthetic asphalt beneath his feet. He gazed at the horizon, his vision painting a fluid picture of his surroundings, colors blending and voices muffling.

Beau felt hopeful, confident, pumped. You’d never think it from the stillness of his face, but the tiniest twinkle of determination would flicker in his eyes if you looked close enough. He put one foot forward and jogged along the path of parallel white stripes. The occasional autumn breeze ghosted against his face and teased his hair, causing it to dance to its rhythm and flow like the streaming waters of a river.

Amidst his jogging, Beau pictured his future. A vivid representation of what he craved the most played in his mind. He saw himself up on the Paramount’s monumental stage, a rainbow of colored lights casting its glow on his skin. His fingers shimmied and swayed across the fretboard of his electric guitar and its steel-colored strings. The sounds of music engulfed him. It was the blood in his veins, the breath in his lungs, and the twinkle in his eyes.

He waltzed across the stage with his guitar as his anchor, wowing the silver-suited music producer and a roaring crowd of adoring fans behind him. Beau’s voice, soft like velvet yet powerful like lightning, ensnared the hearts of his audience as he serenaded them with the lyrics to a Green Day song.

Every star in Beau’s sky had aligned in that moment to show him a glimpse of what his life could be like. He loved what he saw, what he heard, what he felt. The taste of fame seemed to be just out of arm’s reach. The determined boy raced forward, his sneakers stomping against the track with each step with the wind in his hair and the huffing breaths in his lungs.

He chased after his dream with his arm outstretched to grab hold of the glimpse the world graced him with. Beau was too focused to notice the myriad of students tunneling behind him and fading into the distance. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, sprinting between the bounds of the parallel white lines and leaping toward success with every step.

Just as Beau was about to reach the end of the line and clutch his dream with everything he had, he was jerked backward and pulled underneath the bleachers. If the sudden force hadn’t been careful, the ambitious boy could’ve hit his head on the way under.

Beau’s eyes slowly crept open to reveal his new surroundings. They remained open wide from the sight of the boy who interrupted his victory lap. He wore a grey wool beanie that was only seasonally appropriate and nothing more. His satiny brunette bangs peeked through the fold of wool in the center of his forehead. Additionally, he wore an array of silvery, metallic jewelry—rings, bracelets, necklaces—all of which he was specifically instructed to never wear with his gym uniform.

Beau’s heart drummed in his chest with a feeling he couldn’t quite place. A mixture of attraction and anxiety; a blur between the two, a stirring of the faintly similar emotions that made them eerily indistinct. He convinced himself that his trembling hands, shaky breath, slurred speech, and other signs of nerves were all a manifestation of infatuation when, truthfully, Beau wasn’t entirely sure.

He knew for certain that he liked the way this boy looked. The tortured artist was an archetype that curled his toes and knocked the breath out of his lungs. Additionally, Beau adored the way this boy spoke to him. His velvety, honeyed, slightly gruff voice whispering the words that tied his stomach in knots and had his heart in the palm of his alternatively accessorized hand. But did he fear this boy? No, that’d be ridiculous. Beau was positively heads over heels for the student he had the privilege of calling his boyfriend. It’d be silly to fear a painfully handsome sweet talker like him. Wouldn’t it?

“J-Jordan!” Beau squeaked nervously, his previous confidence and self assurance washing away.

“Hey there, track star,” Jordan quipped with a sideways smirk. “That was some run you had going on there.”

Beau’s lips parted slightly but betrayed him with the absence of sound. His voice hid in the pits of his throat like a turtle slinking into its shell. Jordan looked at him with a quirked brow and tilted head. He listened intently for the words Beau couldn’t say. In its own way, Jordan believed such behavior to be cute and endearing. He believed he left Beau speechless with his presence alone and that inflated his ego a great deal. But there seemed to be an additional layer of emotion that he’d not yet recognized. Upward curling brows, hands balled into jittery fists, awkwardly feigned grin—could Beau possibly be… nervous?

“Woah, what’s up with you?” Jordan inquired, slightly concerned. “You don’t seem all that jazzed to see me.”

“W-What? No!” Beau retorted instinctively, feeling the need explain himself to Jordan’s satisfaction. “O-Of course I’m happy to see you! You just… caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Jordan cooed as he graced Beau’s cheek with a kiss, one hand cupping his chin and the other finding purchase on his waist in doing so. “I just didn’t catch you in the locker room earlier, so I had to come see you.”

“Did you have to pull me away from the track, though?” Beau whined in protest.

“How else would I get you all to myself, Beau?” Jordan chuckled as the hand cupping Beau’s chin made its descent and mirrored the hand on Beau’s waist. “I can’t exactly kiss you out on the track, can I?”

“I guess not,” Beau peeped impartially, following Jordan’s lead by slinking his hands up to his chest.

He felt a little disappointed. It’s not that Beau didn’t enjoy Jordan kissing him. He’d grown quite accustomed to talking Andy’s ear off about the arsenal of verbal weaponry Jordan used to eliminate the walls guarding the very heart he held in the palm of his hand right before experiencing the kiss of a lifetime. But perhaps he’d enjoy it more if Jordan was more conversational and had better interpersonal skills. Kissing him used to feel thrilling and even a tad intoxicating. But as of late, it’s felt more shallow than anything.

Beau used to think he was living in some kind of fairytale. He didn’t care if Jordan was dismissive, inconsiderate, or selfish. That boy made him feel wanted, desired, alive. It may seem like an incredibly low bar in retrospect, and Andy never failed to make that point whenever the moment called for it. But Beau constantly debated the legitimacy of his uncertainty. He didn’t like to discuss these feelings or place any blame on Jordan because such talk was typically poorly received. In rare cases, it was even thrown right back at him. It was too risky to voice any of these thoughts, so Beau determined that keeping silent was the best course of action for now.

“C’mon now, don’t get all spaced out on me,” Jordan jested with a playful grin. “Where’s that smile I love?”

Every fiber in Beau’s face sprang up like upward perk of a dog’s ears. His brows rose, his eyes snapped open wide, his lips parted as if to thank Jordan for the arbitrary words that pulled him out of the whirlwind of spiraling thoughts. But he remained silent. All Beau cared about was having something, anything at all, that Jordan loved. That alone resuscitated his dwindling attraction toward the beanie-wearing boy and his elementary-level flattery. At least, for a moment.

Beau’s lips curled upward, lifting his cheeks and providing his face with some long overdue color. A kindred grin of satisfaction sat upon the throne of Jordan’s face as he gazed longingly and greedily at the songwriter before him.

“There it is, there’s my favorite smile,” Jordan lulled like the sound of a siren’s song.

Like a wildcat stalking its prey, slowly and silently waiting for the perfect time to strike, Jordan dove forward and ensnared Beau’s lips in furtive kiss. Despite the secrecy of their rendezvous, Jordan channeled all of his energy into clinging to Beau like a crutch. His hands found the small of the songwriter’s back and urged him to inch closer, minimizing the sliver of space between their bodies.

Beau sunk his fingers into Jordan’s uniform gym shirt, using it as an anchor to maintain his footing while caged into the sweet talker’s embrace. His enjoyment gradually waned like the moon at the end of its cycle. The only difference was there was no repeat or loop. Once Beau’s attraction for Jordan in this moment took a dip, it didn’t come back up. His grip loosened, his muscles tensed, and his voice dragged. Jordan eventually got the hint and pulled away with a look that told Beau he was greatly offended.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not into this?” Jordan snarled.

“W-What?” Beau mumbled nervously.

“Am I doing something wrong? Am I not attractive to you or something? Is that it?” Jordan snapped as he dramatically gestured with his hands in the air.

“Of course you’re attractive, Jordan!” Beau refuted in an attempt to quell his boyfriend’s animosity.

“Then what the hell’s the matter with you?!” Jordan roared without a second thought. “You’re supposed to my boyfriend. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

Beau remained silent and still, trembling and on the verge of tears. He had no idea what to do with himself when Jordan got like this. His bouts of anger were frightening and oftentimes paralyzing. There wasn’t a single thing Beau could say or do to to ease Jordan back into a sense of normalcy, so all he could do was let his anger run its course and profusely apologize once he’d calmed down.

“Well?!”

“I’m… sorry,” Beau muttered with glassy eyes as he nervously crumpled the hem of his uniform gym shirt in both hands.

“Well, sorry isn’t going to cut it this time. I’m sick and tired of you withholding affection. Do you have any idea how damaging that is?” Jordan continued. “I have needs, Beau. Needs that I can always find someone else to fulfill if you can’t give me the affection I deserve.”

“Then I’ll kiss you again if that’s what you want!” Beau pleaded, “Let me try again. I won’t complain or hold back or anything.”

Just as Beau made his offer, the shrill cry of a brass whistle alerted the students to retreat to the gymnasium and end the class. Disappointment and dismay ensued as a result as the songwriter’s saving grace failed him. His choices were very limited now. He needed a last resort.

“There’s no time now, just forget it,” Jordan grumbled as he began to storm off.

Paralyzed by being belittled and berated, everything in Beau shook. He was emotionally restless. There had to be a way to win Jordan back and forget this ever happened. This would go against his better judgement and Andy’s very clear warnings, but he refused to lose Jordan like this.

“Wait!” Beau cried out to cling desperately to the final shred of Jordan’s attention. “We could always meet after school, right? Y’know in the auditorium like we used to.”

“I’m listening,” Jordan purred with intrigue as he turned to fully face Beau once again.

“I was gonna go to the auditorium anyway to practice my guitar. I was hoping you’d join me because…” Beau mustered, screwing up his chances at practicing alone before his audition. “I really want to spend time with you. I’ve missed you.”

A villainous grin stretched across Jordan’s face. It may have seemed harmless to anyone else, but to Beau, it was as if the devil himself was smiling at him. He did his best to swallow any misgivings or anxiety he had toward his offer to Jordan and bury them for his benefit. Thankfully, Jordan had finally calmed down and relinquished the flame to his once incandescent fury.

“You just read my mind,” Jordan grinned, closing the gap between them once more and returning his hand to its rightful throne beneath Beau’s chin. With a narrow-eyed glance that cut him down to size, Jordan pressed a quick, chaste kiss onto Beau’s lips. “So, I guess I’ll see you at three.”

“I guess you will,” Beau breathed, his voice still slightly trembling albeit quieter now.

“Don’t be late," Jordan warned as he turned on his heel and walked away among the remaining crowd of students retreating to the gymnasium. He left utterly satisfied and looked forward to the mid-afternoon far more than he ought to.

Meanwhile Beau stayed under the bleachers, slowly lowering himself to the ground with his palms in his face and his voice cracking while he fought back a sob. He hugged his knees and curled up atop the synthetic grass as regret and anguish swallowed him whole.

“What have I gotten myself into…?” Beau mustered.

#btr #big time rush #btrtv #james diamond #beau santiago #bames #andy williams #jordan porter-morales #btr fanfic #big time rush fanfic #btr x oc #freak flags #freak flags chapter 1 #second chances

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cedarxwing · 1 year ago

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crying and throwing up thinking about you writing this

Brownham

Mamihlapinatapei

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

It’s late winter when Will comes home from the hospital, still hobbling with a cane from his gut wound.

Matthew is sitting on his front steps, playing fetch with Will’s dogs. They pant with excitement around him, eyes trained on the slobbery old tennis ball until they notice Will’s arrival and rush to his side. They jump for attention, but bending down would set his stitches on fire.

He plays absently with the tips of Winston’s ears. “Out on good behavior?”

“Yup,” Matthew says, glancing guiltily at Will’s cane. He’s not dressed for the weather, wearing only a light jacket and track pants, but he isn’t shivering. “They put me on mood stabilizers.”

“You feel more stable?”

“Not really, but I’m good at fooling the nurses.”

Will isn’t feeling particularly stable either. There’s a cavern in his chest where his heart used to beat, darkness heaving and coiling within. “What will you do now?”

“Not sure. I’ll probably go back to drifting. Pick up some work at a prison out of state.”

The thought of Matthew going under cover as that lisping dullard again doesn’t sit right with Will, but he shakes the feeling off. Not his business.

Matthew helps him up the porch steps, a steady hand at the small of his back, careful not to let him slip on the black ice. Will’s instinct tells him to push him away, but the support is… surprisingly nice.

It takes a while for Will to open the storm door. The lock always sticks when it’s cold, and he only has one hand to fumble with the key.

“Here, I got it,” Matthew offers. He deftly unlocks the door and holds it open. The living room beyond is dark and dusty.

Will pauses at the threshold, his dogs milling around at his feet.

Matthew has that fresh-out-of-jail look: pale, jittery, hair grown out over his forehead and ears. He’s rumpled and scarred and could use a bath. It’s kind of cute in an ugly sort of way—Will’s worst weakness when it comes to strays.

The obsession is still there. His eyes are too wide, too fixed on Will, like they’re trying to absorb him entirely. But Will’s used to obsession, knows how to handle it. Hell, he has a bit of it himself these days. And it’s not like he has much left to lose.

He rolls his tongue across his teeth before asking, “Do you know anything about boats?”

***

It takes several months to repair the Nola, but it would’ve taken much longer without Matthew’s help. He does all the heavy lifting for the first few weeks, hefting engine parts and sailcloth, operating the boom at Will’s direction.

“This is just like Castaway,” Matthew says as he watches Will rewire the bilge pump. “You’re Tom Hanks, and I’m the volleyball.”

Will wants to say that volleyballs don’t talk half as much as Matthew does, but the truth is he appreciates hearing a voice coming from outside his head.

Sick of the draft, Matthew takes care of the shattered living room window (“What the hell kind of mutant stag crashed through here anyway?”). In the evenings, he runs the dogs around the backyard until they’re too tired to jump all over Will. Once, when Will slips off the deck and lies face-up in the snow, paralyzed with gut pain, Matthew runs to him, carries him indoors, and frantically checks his stomach for tearing. Will isn’t allowed outside the house for three days after that.

Matthew cooks when Will doesn’t see the point of eating. Ham sandwiches, boiled hot dogs, and Kraft mac and cheese in cartoon shapes (“The extra crevices trap the sauce better”) are a welcome change from what he’s used to being served. Will doesn’t complain when his pancakes are burnt or when they have instant ramen for the fifth time in a row. He’s just happy to be completely sure of what he’s eating.

Mostly it’s nice to have someone else making noise around the house. The clatter of kitchen cabinets and the rat-tat-tat of video game gunfire keeps Will from getting lost in Hannibal’s kitchen, where he lies bleeding out on the floor, hands scrabbling uselessly at Abigail’s hemorrhaging carotid, distant footsteps echoing down the hall before the front door slams shut.

Matthew’s constant attention reminds Will that he’s not a ghost, especially in the middle of the night, when life is most like a dream.

Sometimes he comes down from the upstairs bedroom for a glass of water and finds Will staring out the newly-fixed window.

“Are the shadow people creeping around again?” he asks, peering over Will’s shoulder. For him, there’s nothing out there besides the gnarled hickory leaning over the driveway.

Will knows Hannibal isn’t really there, standing knee-deep in the snow, scarf snapping in the wind. The real Hannibal is done chasing. He wants Will to find him instead.

He glances back. Matthew’s shirtless—like always—except for the bathrobe he found buried at the back of Will’s closet when he first moved in. This close, he can feel the heat emanating from Matthew’s chest. He’s like a fucking furnace.

He’s tempted to reach out on a chilly night like this, if only to feel something, anything. He wants Matthew to press him against the mattress and make him forget. But Will’s teeth are growing sharper by the day, and his hands remember snapping Randall Tier’s neck mere inches from the bed. If he lets himself get too close, if Hannibal appears, sitting in the armchair by the fire, watching them…

Matthew places a warm hand on his shoulder. Sniffs subtly, checking for whiskey on Will’s breath, but he hasn’t had any tonight. “Come on, let’s get you back into bed.”

Will wants to protest whenever Matthew plays the orderly—this isn’t a nursing home, and Will isn’t his patient, for Christ’s sake—but he can’t find the energy. He lets Matthew guide him under his covers and swallows a pill with the water held up to his lips.

Matthew sits on the floor, head resting on his arms crossed on the mattress. He studies Will, unblinking. No one has ever cared this much about Will without asking for anything in return. It’s an awful feeling. He doesn’t deserve it.

Right before Will drifts off to sleep, he feels gentle fingers brush through his hair.

***

Come June, Will’s all healed up and the boat is hooked up to a truck, gleaming with a fresh coat of paint, ready for launch in the nearest marina. He does the final checks in the early morning, when he knows Matthew is still asleep. Once he’s sure she has no leaks or loose wires, he hops off the stern and pulls out the keys.

Matthew is leaning against the truck door, blocking his way. “Thought you’d sneak off on your own, did you?”

Will squints at the empty green field and over the trees, toward the sun rising in the east. “Listen,” he says awkwardly, shifting on his feet. “Thanks for all the help.”

A muscle in Matthew’s jaw twitches. “It’d be easier sailing with a second hand. We could sleep in shifts.”

Will doesn’t trust himself alone on the open sea with Matthew, not for the full month it’ll take to cross the Atlantic. Already, he struggles with perception. People are flatter, washed out, like watercolor illustrations in a children’s storybook. He looks at Matthew and sees raw material. He sees meat.

“I only packed enough food for one.”

Matthew lets out a disbelieving laugh, voice thick with pain. “You still think about him, don’t you? All the time. After everything he did.”

It hurts to say it, but Will won’t lie. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, but—” He scuffs a foot in the gravel. “Stuff like that doesn't really go away, does it? Part of me probably will always think about him.”

Matthew’s face screws up, tilting to the side as he processes that. Will wants nothing more than to draw him into an embrace, but how cruel would that be, when he doesn’t know if he’s ever coming back?

“I’m going to kill him, Matthew,” he murmurs. “I’ll cut him out of me, one way or another, and then I’ll be myself again.”

Matthew nods, but he doesn’t seem reassured. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a hunting knife and folds Will’s hand around it. The wooden handle has a pleasant heft.

He pulls Will’s head close to his, forcing him to look into his bright green eyes. There’s anger there, but fierce determination, too. “Whatever happens, I’ll be here when you get back. Me and the dogs. Remember that, okay?”

Will swallows. “Okay," he says, but it feels like a promise he can't keep.

#ask game #brownham #cedar writes #long post #(should i write a sequel set during Digestivo? Hannibal carries Will back to Wolf Trap and runs into Matthew? 👀)

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colorfuldreamsmkg · 6 months ago

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Pastel Party - Chapter 2 Event

On the morning of Day 4, you receive a handwritten invitation attached to your locker. In cutesy handwriting it reads:

Party Later in DigiDoll’s SEKAI! I look forward to seeing you there! - Lau Fei

Without a time or place to meet, you’re left wondering what, exactly, Lau Fei wants you to do. The answer comes in a message to the group chat in the mid afternoon.

:LauFei: Hi everyone!! It’s party time, could you all meet me in the Performance Hall? Once everyone arrives, I’ll bring you all to our SEKAI! 😋

Perhaps your curiosity is piqued enough to go. Once everyone arrives in the Performance Hall, Lau Fei makes everyone baby chain and plays the Untitled Song on their phone. And just like that, you’re in Unit 1’s SEKAI once again.

It’s just as dazzling as the last time you were here, with bright arcade lights and beeping machines, but it seems the vibrant games aren’t the focus of tonight’s party as Lau Fei gestures for everyone to follow him into an adjoining room.

Off the main arcade looks to be a little lounge for the sekai’s residents, perfect to get together and hang out. The walls are decorated with the same stars and sparkles, alongside fairylights of pink, blue, yellow, and purple. All the furniture looks quite comfortable, with two couches and three chairs, especially considering all the pillows and blankets that rest around the room. In the middle of the furniture looks to be a decorated coffee table, full of magazines, with a tv directly across from that. Behind the couches, there’s a cabinet full of games and controllers, as well as a few minifridges. This place emphasizes the want to be cozy, if you wish to slack off and relax, with the music now sounding softer.

The room is exceptionally comfortable, and it seems like Lau Fei has made *some* effort to decorate, with some streamers hanging from the ceiling and banners attached to the walls. For the most part, however, it seems unchanged. The most notable aspect of the room are two party subs sitting on the coffee table, with small labels attached: turkey, and ham. The end of the coffee table has little paper plates, as well as dishes of condiments and toppings for the sandwiches. There are also plenty of bags of chips taken from the store. At least there will be something to snack on? But what will this party entail?

Lau Fei doesn’t make the group wait long, hopping in place giddily.

“Hihi! I’m SO glad everyone came! Make yourself at home, this place is the BEST!” Lau Fei exclaims excitedly. “I know right now it doesn’t seem like much, but in the spirit of Unit 1’s SEKAI, I set up a little game for us to play! And hopefully get closer together. If we all understand each other a little more, hopefully we can become friends! But anyway! For right now, just settle in! Enjoy some of the games on the consoles! Get a bite to eat! I’m gonna be in the next room over for a lil bit to do some finishing touches to the game. If you’d like to leave at any point, just talk to Miku! I can’t leave without booting everyone out. Anywhosies, we’ll start the game soon enough! Uwaah, I’m so excited!”

With that, Lau Fei skips into another adjoining room as promised, leaving you all to your own devices. To mingle and ‘settle in’ as they said. Guess there’s nothing left to do but wait.

#lau fei #chapter 2

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sixflame438 · 9 months ago

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Forever

Synopsis - Its exam season and you just finished your last paper. What better way to celebrate than to spend the night with the love of your life?

Pairing - Pham Hanni X Reader

Tags - Fluff, jumping jokes, swear words i think? Established relationship, possible spelling and grammar errors as i proofread this at 3am. You’re both so in love

A/N - FIRST POST!! Lowkey quite excited to make my debut but it’s scary lol. Hopefully you enjoy reading it. This is in honor of me finishing mocks, cant wait to fuck up my real ones :D

Word count - 4044

“Pens and pencils down students, your exams are now over” called a monotone voice. A crack of bones could be heard as the invigilator stood up and walked around collecting all the papers. You hurriedly finished off what you were writing before dropping the pencil in your hand, looking back at your paper with disdain and disbelief.

3 hours. You had spent 3 hours writing and erasing the same thing over and over again. The first time you had done spelling mistakes, the second time you had thought of a better way to rephrase everything and by the fifth time you rubbed your work out you had 5 minutes left.

Why did you even take that subject? You never enjoyed it and it was a chore to even complete the work assigned. Well it was either this or advanced maths and chemistry you thought to yourself, lowly chuckling knowing you would’ve rather jumped than take either of those courses.

Reluctantly you handed the paper over to the old man who said nothing as he hobbled over to the next desk, still with the same bored expression he wore when he first walked in. You cant blame him though, he had been sitting in the same room as you for 3 hours doing nothing but staring out the window.

Scanning the room you could see the mixture of emotions, some ecstatic that the paper went well, some just as distraught as you were while some were just glad it was over. Deciding maybe that’s the best thing to think about right now you also let out a sigh of relief, following your peers out of the exam hall.

After collecting your phone and bag you open it to see the time and no new text messages. Strange, Hanni should be free around now considering she had finished all her exams last week and the one you just took was the last one on the schedule. Thinking nothing more of it you trudged your way through the busy corridors of the building and found yourself in the cafeteria, the long, dreadful hours of your exam really took a toll on your energy.

After surveying your options for lunch you eventually decide to just keep it simple and grab 2 of the prepacked sandwiches, not even caring enough to see what flavours they were, you were just too hungry. As you took a bite of your sandwich (inside was ham, scrambled egg, hash brown and sauce) the deafening sounds of the dining hall finally catching up to you.

It was always busy, hundreds of students gathered in one place to hangout and enjoy some mediocre food, not to mention that an exam had just finished so the level of activity in the hall was tremendous. Deciding it was too much you opt to go home instead, back to your dorm you shared with the best (and your only) roommate you could ever ask for. It was the end of the week and you had no classes left either so there was no reason to stay anyways.

During the hike home (you lived 10 minute walk away from campus) you stopped as you walked by the local park and playground. Seeing all the kids running around so carefree and excited had you reminiscing about all the times you and Hanni had fun there too. When one would have too much energy to sleep or were too bored to study you would always find a way back to the park together having the time of your life doing the most stupid shit known to man kind. Small but precious moments like those were the ones you cherished most. You didn’t need big grand and fancy to be happy, being quite content with small and intimate instead.

Finishing off the last bite of your sandwich you reached into your backpack and pulled out your second one as you continued your trek home. The first sandwich although did surprise you wasn’t all that bad. The flavours worked well together especially with the house made special sauce but it was all probably leftovers from breakfast anyway as they were your typical morning foods. You would kill to find out what was in that sauce though, there was just something about it that had your tastebuds melting away into a land of bliss and yumminess. Hanni never agreed with you (being a strong hater of the sauce) but found you quite endearing and just marked it off as one of your weird but adorable quirks.

By the time you had finished your second sandwich (just a basic BLT but with chicken??) your legs had carried you to the front of your door. Scrambling around the pocket of your backpack you pull out your bundle of keys (filled with memorable keyrings and charms you and Hanni got one another) unlocking the door and slowly closing it behind as you enter.

Kicking off your shoes and placing down your stuff on the nearest table you walk over to your bedroom, quietly opening it to find a sleeping Hanni curled up in a little ball deep in the depths of her slumber. You giggle to yourself as you take a picture of the sight with your phone, adding it to the preexisting album of similar photos you had been sneakily taking for the past (almost) 1 year you guys had been together.

Hanni sleeping was one of your favourite versions of her. Here she is all calm and relaxed which is a stark contrast to when she was awake, lively and chaotic bring havoc anywhere she went. You loved her for it though, it brought a sense of uncertainty to your day and you just loved to see her have fun.

Deliberately trying not to disrupt the serenity you had found yourself in, you place your phone on the bedside drawer. Taking off your hoodie you change into more comfortable sleeping shorts. You carefully crawl into bed next to Hanni and wrap your arms around her waist. Instinctively Hanni responds to your touch pulling you closer to her and snuggling her head into the space between your head and shoulder. Your heart fluttered inside your chest at the small movement. The two of you did this every night but you knew you would never get tired of having her in your arms, basically sharing the same air. A small smile could be seen on your face as you drifted into the slumber of your afternoon nap, the exhaustion of the early morning hitting you hard.

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Shifting around you warily open your eyes to be met with closed blinds, a blanket placed over you (now ruffled up as you had woken up) and an empty spot where Hanni used to be. As you got out of bed and peeked behind the door you could clearly hear light jazz and the sound of Hanni tapping away on her phone. Tiptoeing over to her you gently pull her into a soft embrace. She flinches a little startled by your presence but quickly reciprocates the hug.

“Hey baby how was your nap?”

“It was nice but i woke up to find my giant teddy bear missing” you say with a pout.

“Aww baby your so cute, I’m right here though and I’m not going anywhere” she says back with a light chuckle, clearly amused with your response. “How’d your last exam go?”

“I don’t think its anything worth talking, it wasn’t anything good thats for sure.” You reply, disappointment clear on your face.

“Hey its alright, its just a measly paper you can always do better in the finals yea? Mocks are just for practice anyway”

“Yea yea” you say dismissively “Whatcha doin?”

“Oh yea i was replying to Yunjins text, she was asking if we were gonna go to Wonyoung’s party tonight, you know the one she hosts after every last exam?”

“Are we?”

“That depends on you, do you wanna go?”

“Uhh I’m kinda tired and parties aren’t usually my scene anyway”

“I think you should though. It would be a good way to let loose after exams and have some fun. I’ve seen how tense you’ve been the past few weeks, studying so hard to do well. Plus you would get to see the rest of the girls, its been a while since we’ve all hung out outside of class.”

In all actuality you didn’t want to go at all but with how much Hanni wanted you to just have some fun, you couldn’t say no to those pleading eyes. You missed the girls anyway so it would be a nice bonus.

“Yea okay but I’m only gonna have a few drinks max.”

“Its fine you drink as much as you want i’ll stay sober for you tonight. Just have some fun okay?”

Parties were always more Hanni’s forte and for her to stay sober just for you was heartwarming as you knew she didn’t want you to risk doing anything dumb or getting hurt. Testament of how you had broken a large ceramic vase at the last party you went to when you had drunk too much and tripped over your own foot while walking. Luckily Wonnie didn’t care too much about that specific vase, saying she wanted to get rid of it anyway so you just gave her more of a reason to do so.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel left out or anything because of me”

“Yes I’m sure plus taking care of you is my full time responsibility can’t let anything happen to you. Now come on lets go get ready” Hanni says excitedly.

You grumble in annoyance but ultimately allow yourself to be dragged back into your bedroom, how could you ever say no to Hanni anyway???

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“And done!” Hanni exclaims as she steps back, admiring her hard work. “I’m gonna go get myself ready now hurry up and put your outfit on! I’ll be waiting outside” your girlfriend says before kissing your cheek and skipping out of your shared bedroom. A light blush appears below the blush she had just finished applying to you as you smile to yourself. God you loved Hanni so much she was just so adorable and treated you so well too.

You were never a big fan of doing your makeup or purposefully dressing to impress and you only really started putting in that effort when you started trying to rizz Hanni up. (You tried and failed but she found you quite endearing) How you managed to pull her you will never know but you would go through all your failed attempts again if it meant having her by your side. She is literally the love of your life and the amount of things you would do for her makes you seem borderline insane, but anything for her right?

After putting on the outfit Hanni had planned for you and grabbing a few other essentials you walk out to see the girl in her own outfit, although simple it did wonders on making her look so much prettier. Or was it the other way around?

“Aww baby you’re so beautiful, I’m so glad I get to call you mine”

“Such a sweet talker, have you seen yourself in the mirror? The pleasures all mine” You reply back in between kisses. If there was one way you would happily die to it was lack of oxygen while kissing Hanni. Her soft pillowy lips were quite literally to die for and just thinking about them could have you watering.

“Okay we can continue this later let’s go!”

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Hand in hand you walk up to the house that was blasting hiphop tunes, door wide open as you could see that it was already packed. You felt a queasy feeling come up but pushed it aside as you felt Hanni squeeze your hand in comfort. “Remember if you want to leave just let me know, i’ll probably be talking to other people but I promise to stand in open places so you can find me easier okay?”

“Okay I’ll keep that in mind, thanks again for tonight”

“Aww baby you’re too cute” Hanni says with a happy pout, giving your face a little squish in the process. “Now go have fun its what your here for”

“Yes ma’am” you respond with a small salute before going over to the drinks table. Hanni giggles again at your behaviour, how could she have not fallen for you? Although nonchalant on the outside you were just an adorable little loser, HER adorable loser and she wouldn’t trade you for anything.

“Aye Yn you look so hot girl! If I didn’t know any better I’d so hit on you tonight”

A small laugh escapes your mouth as you feel 2 arms wrapping around you.

“Hey Gigi its nice to see you too and don’t even get me started on you’re outfit! Are you trying to get hit on tonight or something??”

“Haha thanks girly, I’m not but Minjeongs definitely trying to. She’s been attempting to flirt with Karina all night but she’s so short and cant stand her ground because she keeps getting interrupted by not only her own stupidity but also the other partygoers who are also trying to hit on Karina. I feel sorry for Minjeongie but its fucking hilarious to watch especially since she keeps stumbling over her words. She’s both whipped and drunk, its a great combo” Giselle tells you as she laughs at the situation Winter had gotten herself into.

“Enough about her let’s go get you some drinks in your system and have some fun!”

You nod in agreement as you allow yourself to be dragged away again, twice in one day.

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By now you had had multiple drinks and played 4 rounds of beer pong against different classmates. You danced here and there when good songs started playing and also managed to trip up Yunjin completely on accident as she has tried walking up to talk to you. You didn’t drink much normally and were quite the lightweight.

Some how during the night you ended up with Minji instead, neither of you knowing how you ended up together. You were barely coherent as you tried to drink more, swaying from side to side as you walked.

“Okay girl I think you’ve had enough where’s your girlfriend at? Come on Yn let’s go” Minji whines as she attempts to drag you over to Hanni but you weren’t having it, choosing to grab onto the nearest object you could to prevent yourself being dragged away. You weren’t about to be kidnapped today and no one but your girlfriend could touch you.

“God you’re so stubborn how does Hanni deal with you everyday? You know what forget it you’re a lost cause”

“HEY! You say exasperated “thats so meeeeaaannnnn” purposely elongating your words to annoy Minji even more.

“Yea? Well I’m done ah perfect timing here’s the angel you speak so highly of.”

“Hey Minji sorry for having to deal with her but I can take over now” Hanni had been easily alerted by your loud presence and came over to see what was up.

As soon as you registered who the owner of that angelic voice was you turned around and did a little jog over to her with outstretched arms ready to crush her and never let go.

“Hannnnniiiiiiiiiiiiii” You were always extra clingy when drinking but ONLY towards your beloved, everyone else had to face an annoying baby who was actively praying on their downfall.

“Hey baby I’m here now” she tells you but she’s sure its gone straight over your head as you do nothing but cling tighter.

Minji just stands there amused at the scene in front of her. “Nah don’t worry about it Yn hardly ever drinks anyway and despite how annoying she is she’s quite entertaining haha”

“Yea she’s something when she’s drunk alright. Do you and the rest of the girls wanna hang out sometime? Exam season is over and its been a while”

“Oh yea of course I’m so down, i’ll ask the girls later. Speaking of I should probably go check on Dani, last I saw she was throwing up in a random bush” Minji says wincing at the last part, Dani no anyone throwing up was a disgusting sight.

“Oof yea have fun dealing with her, I think I’m gonna take Yn home now. I’ll text you later yea?”

“Yep sounds like a plan, have a good night!”

“I think you need that more to me haha”

“Yea I probably do” Minji says deadpanning before leaving to go find Danielle “Cya!”

During her conversation with Minji you had managed to almost fall asleep just hanging onto Hanni like a koala and if it weren’t for the support you would’ve fallen over by now with how much you were swaying on your feet, the alcohol making you unable to stay still.

“Hey sweetheart wanna go home now? You look very sleepy” Hanni cooes gently. However you were unresponsive so she pokes you in the cheek and squishes your face with her hands. This does nothing to wake you up though as the warm hands against your face just make you feel more at home.

“Yn?” Hanni chuckles lightly. What a sweet sweet voice that is you think to yourself, should only belong to the prettiest girls in the world. Oh wait thats my girlfriend. Hehehehe, mine. Hanni chuckles again as she hears you mumble out that last part

“Ynnie you’re too cute, come on lets get going”

“Nooooo but I don’t wannnnaaa go homeeeee” You whine pouting your bottom lip even further as if it would convince Hanni more.

Your girlfriend thinks for a second before replying “how about we got get some food then? From that one place we go to when I’m hungover and your too lazy to cook?”

“Oh yay I love that place! They make the best fried chicken and cold noodles. Its always so yummy, there isn’t a single time its been bad. And their homemade dumplings??? Ugh so good. Have you tried their…” You carry on rambling as Hanni leads you out to your car, most of your words slurred but having spent so long with you now Hanni has no problem deciphering your drunken thoughts.

The entire drive over was just more of you asking and answering your own questions like a loopy idiot. Hanni did nothing but listen and hold one of your hands as she drove towards the late night restaurant you both frequented. Usually it was always Hanni yapping away so it was a nice change for both of you today.

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After you both devoured that one hell of a meal;(you ordered almost everything and Hanni couldn’t find it in her to stop you. If it weren’t for the old grandma who owned the place you would probably be out of money now “yah don’t eat so much so late! Come back another day”) you decided to go to the local park.

It wasn’t far from your home (the same one you walked past earlier) and had a beautiful view. Not prettier than your girlfriend of course but definitely up there. Sure it was now 4am but thats beside the point and you both had nothing planned anyway. Somehow after spending the entire time laughing and giggling away your drunk ass still had too much energy, the alcohol still apparent in your system. Hanni didn’t know how you did it, you were always so energetic when drunk, more hyper and affectionate.

It was as if all the energy you didn’t use in the day gets stored and just comes out all at once. She loved you like this though as it gave her a chance to take care of you like you normally did to her. Hanni was always more appreciative when you drank though as it was when she realized how much energy it truly takes to look after a drunkie and made her feel sorry for you as you were always there for her after every night out.

Hanni made her way over to your spot on the little hill, luckily she didn’t have to lug you around this time as you had bolted off as soon as she had parked the car. Running around like a child in the meadows, basking in the sunlight. It wasn’t the afternoon or anything close but the bright moon rays casted a wonderful glow over everything it touched, including your body that was now sprawled out on the grass.

Sitting down next to you she leans on the giant oak tree standing proud as the flagpole of your sacred space. You shift closer to Hanni and put your head in her lap, staring up at the stars above. Tonight was the first time you had seen this many stars out in a while, the sky free of clouds as the stars shone like glitter in the night.

No matter how radiant the stars were you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at your girlfriend, her dazzling beauty and kind personality captured you in a kind of enchantment. There was no other star you needed except her. The both of you just sit and stare out at the stars as you enjoy being in each others presence. It had been about 10 minutes before you spoke up, nearly dozing off against Hanni.

“Hey Hanni thanks for taking me out tonight, I think I really needed this and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

You speaking out of the blue catches her attention as she looks down at you with an affectionate smile.

“Aww sweetheart there’s no need to thank me I’m just returning the favour” She replies back proudly

“I love when you take care of me like I’m the only girl in the world”

“I’ll make sure to do it more often then my sweet baby angel” Hanni says as she brings her hand up to your hair, combing through thoroughly and getting rid of the knots that formed from the eventful night you’ve had. “ you’re lucky I love taking care of you and I’ll keep doing it for as long as you’ll have me”

“Make yourself comfortable then cause I don’t plan on leaving any time soon.” You retort back with a muffled chuckle. “Or ever for that matter” Whispering the last line softly when you feel a warm hand fall to your left cheek.

“Oh really? So forever?” Hanni asks a little amused but more wonderstruck as the implications of your words didn’t escape her.

“Forever” you replied back, asserting your previous statement.

Hanni’s face goes flush as she turns her head away from you in embarrassment, not that you could tell either way as your eyes had almost fully closed. A small ping from both of your phones regains Hanni’s attention as she glances down at the notification. Beaming at you she bends down to leave a kiss on your forehead. The gentle and delicate touch wakes you up as your eyes open up again, looking back at your girlfriend with a dopey and sleepy but loving gaze.

“I love you so much you know that?” You remind Hanni as your eyes start fluttering close again, shifting in and out of consciousness. The mix of her tender touches and the stress of the week adding to your sleepy state.

“You remind me everyday, how could I not?” Hanni quips before fondly adding “I love you too Yn, happy 1 year anniversary”

Tearing her gaze away from your drowsy figure, she could see the glimpses of sunlight start to poke through the sky.

A low whisper could be heard as you mumbled back an I love you too.

There is no combination of words Hanni could use to describe how much you meant to her and how much she cherished you. You were her everything. She smiled lovingly as she heard your breathing slowly even out.

Ironic how you fell asleep as the world began to wake but sometimes it’s better to just have that moment to yourselves. And what better time to have it than when everyones asleep? Not a single soul out to bother you.

Just you and the love of your life.

Together, forever.

#✰W - Works✰#hanni x reader #hanni pham #hanni newjeans #newjeans x reader #newjeans #newjeans fluff #kpop imagines #newjeans imagines #kpop gg x reader

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project-blueflame · 10 months ago

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Arc 1: Homecoming. Chapter 2: The Spark

The rest of the day went on as usual. Boring classes. Syllabus days. Blah blah blah. I felt as if I was gonna fall asleep in the middle of the day. But there was one thing I was looking forward to. Lunch time. One of the few things that hadn’t changed going from middle school to high school. I had brought my own lunch my mom had made, a cheese and ham sandwich with barbeque chips. I took it mainly because I despise how gross school lunches are. As I found an empty table to sit at I took it the minute. The cafeteria was packed from wall to wall. I was lucky enough to get this one. Per usual I took off my jacket and placed it on the seat adjacent to mine. It's always been a thing I did to save a spot if needed to. Saves the awkward conversation of trying to get someone to move. Not even a moment later I saw Coda Stroll his way over to my table, tossing me my jacket before swiftly taking its place. Coda almost perpetually had this look to him, a sort of look that let you know he's done something, and he'd be damned if he told you what it actually was.

“What do you have planned? I asked him before taking a drink of my lemonade.

“Eh, got someone new to sit with us.” He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I felt my heart rate start to climb. I felt as if I was sweating bullets.

“Coda… please tell me you didn’t!” I pleaded to him. If this is what I thought it was, I was going to kill him. As I sat there trying to resign myself to my fate I took another bite of my sandwich. Whilst waiting I did the only reasonable thing a teen would do, Scroll on my phone till I find some cool shit! And my goodness, there was news. The qualifiers for sky racing were announced. I’ve been waiting for this all summer. Middle school was fun and all but this? This was the big leagues. And in my division, there was one man who was the guy to beat. Pyre. Him and I had been in a rivalry since the junior division. He was always just a little bit faster. But, like I said, I've been training, practically all summer.

Suddenly in the midst of my excitement, I felt something kick my shin. I look up and I see Coda, with a massive shit eating grin on his face. It took me by surprise that sitting right next to him was Wick, looking a little nervous.I wasn't surprised that it was Wick mind you, but more so how quietly he even got there.

“Oh! Um… hey Wick. What a surprise to see you here!” I exclaimed as I stared daggers at Coda, or what I'd call him in that very moment: A soon to be deadman.

“Ummm yeah. Coda told me you wanted to hang out with me so I — why is that a surprise?” He Responded his timid voice converting into one of mild confusion.

“Oh! He did!? Well that’s perfect!” I gritted through my teeth. I could see Coda snicker.

“Anyways he also said you wanted to get to know me better? I-is that right?” He asked. I took a deep breath and looked over to him.

“Actually yeah. We’ve been passively knowing each other since about seventh grade? I always see you around but never really got the chance to know you, ya know?” I murmured. If it wasn’t obvious from my shaking hands or the sweat rolling down my back, I was nervous. Suddenly I see what I can only assume is a shrug from Wick.

“I guess that makes sense. So… what are some of your hobbies?” He asked. As he did I could hear his voice perk up a bit.

“Well… I’m a musician and a sky racer! When it comes to music I mainly like to focus on drumming and singing! I’ve been singing since sixth grade, as for drums I’ve-” I stopped myself as I looked over at him making a swift realization.

Oh god.

I’ve been talking too long.

Haven't I.

“Hehe… umm… sorry! I didn’t mean to ramble.” were the words that escaped my lips in a soft murmur.

“Oh! No, don't worry, you’re ok! I’d love to hear more.” Wick reassured, which definitely lifted the tension a little. There was even more of that… jump in his voice.

And so I continued “Ok… I’ve been drumming since about last year. That one dragged me into it.” of course pointing to the culprit himself. Of course nodded in turn with a prideful look on his face.

“Damn straight I did! Needed someone else in my life that I can jam out with!” He exclaimed with a laugh. As he laughed I saw a mechanical girl with a TV head turn around with an annoyed look on her screen.

“Oi Baspher! I get your thing is sound, but how bout ya put yourself on mute! I'm picking ya voice up better than my own signals!” She called out. The group of girls behind her snicker. I see Coda’s smile fade into something of annoyance.

“Why don’t you shut up, Statik! Make everyone’s day a bit better!” He barked back at her. And then we hear her scoff.

She smirked as she turned back around to murmur amongst her friends. We couldn’t hear her. But Coda could. And he looked pissed. Me and Wick chuckled a little.

“So… what about you? What are you all into?” I asked as I tilted my head. As I did I see his own perk up again.

“Oh ummm… kickboxing! I’ve loved it since I was a kid. That and… uhh nature. I love walking through the forest and the woods! It’s really relaxing!” Wick excitedly elaborated. The more he talked about what he was into, The more I could see his flame burning brighter and brighter. And it. Was. Adorable! Seeing him get quite literally fired up about what he loved made me feel all.. Warm inside. I felt myself getting calmer. We both seemed… calmer. Welp no better chance than the present!

“Ummm Wick? You said you liked walking through the woods. Do you think… I could join you? If not, that's totally and a hundred percent fine!” I asked. My voice was cracking the entire time. As I asked I could feel a slight tremble in my hand. Then I see his flame perk up again.

“I would love to!” He exclaimed. His excitement nearly overshadowed Coda’s shit-eating grin that just screamed ‘I told you so.

“Oh. OH! Ummm, when did you wanna? A little bit after school?” I asked. I still couldn’t believe that he actually said yes! This was probably the best first day of school I’ve ever had.

“Sure! I’ll meet you outside your place?” He Inquired whilst sliding his phone toward me. I caught it and put my number in and texted myself. After that I put in my address.

“Absolutely! I can’t wait!” I said. And alas, the lunch bell rang and we had to get back to classes. But I had something to look forward to.

#blueflame #homecoming arc #original story #project blueflame #story #fiction #web series #writers #web novel #Chapter 2 #BlueFlame #orginal writing #Volare Aero #Wick Flambe #Coda Baspher #YAY!!!#WOW THIS IS EXCITING

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ramuneempiremtl · 1 year ago

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Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 13

Looking around the room, I noticed clothes strewn across the bed.

Oh, ho.

May I do the laundry? I'm going to do it anyway.

I think it's wrong to dangle work in front of me like a carrot.

From here on, it's time for the slaves to show their true colors.

In the bathroom, I knead the collected sheets and pillowcases in a water ball conjured by magic. The linens swirl around inside the giant water sphere. It looks so refreshing.

Instead of detergent, I use "purification" to clean them, and then I separate them from the laundry by imagining the water I was manipulating being drawn out. This way, they'll dry wrinkle-free and crisp. I drain the extracted water into the bathroom drain.

In this world, lazy people get by with just "purification" for laundry. But washing with water feels better, somehow.

I step out onto the balcony to let the linens get some sunlight… Oh, but I wasn't supposed to leave the room. The balcony is part of the room. No problem there.

The clothes are the same way… no, I wash them individually for each person. Anything that might bleed color gets "purification" only.

I don't know how to fold the washed clothes. I just lay them out neatly on their respective beds.

Haaaa────！！

I'm filled with a sense of elation from a job well done. When I'm on a worker's high, I don't need "powder."

This is how slaves should be.

I start cleaning, riding the momentum.

When I say cleaning, I don't mean using a rag or a broom. I leave it to the convenient magic "Purification." It's easy as long as you have the magic power.

I wonder if I'll get yelled at for cleaning the inn without permission. I think I'd only get yelled at if I made a mess, not if I cleaned.

I'm going to clean. I'm going to do it anyway.

I spread the magic of "purification" across the floor, imagining myself mopping.

"Purification" is a convenient magic that breaks down dirt and germs into something like magic power, but if I'm not careful, it can even strip off a little paint. It takes quite a bit of concentration.

I "purify" the floorboards, getting into every nook and cranny. I also "purify" the drains in the bath and toilet, going deep inside.

I polish everything except the kitchen and Aki's belongings. I avoid the fermented foods, as I shouldn't clean the yeast.

In truth, "purification" is a magic I named myself. I haven't properly tested its effects, so I have to be careful.

Riding the wave, I finish cleaning, polishing every corner of the walls and the beams on the ceiling.

I look around the room, savoring the sense of accomplishment from finishing.

Yes, it's much brighter now.

The walls are clearly a shade brighter, and the air even feels cleaner.

A perfect job.

…Maybe I overdid it.

The difference in efficiency between doing a job while bracing myself for violence and not is incredible, so I just…

It's like a miracle to be able to live so peacefully.

In the afternoon, I decided to take it easy, eating the lunch that had been prepared and looking through the reading material the master had left.

Lunch is a pita bread sandwich with various things stuffed into the thin bread. It's delicious.

I get excited when I find something like thin ham inside, but then my spirits plummet when I find something bitter.

This body must have a child's palate, because it can't handle bitter things. I used to love bitter things!

I drink some water conjured by magic and clean my hands and the plate with "purification" before picking up the book on the table.

The book is bound a little differently than the ones I remember.

The paper is probably plant paper?

I turn the cover, which has some unreadable characters written on it, and am met with a colorful picture of a creature.

The master must have left an animal encyclopedia. This looks fun.

They look somewhat similar to Earth animals, but they're slightly different. For example, there's one with a tiger-like pattern but a lion-like mane. There's also a lizard with webbed wings. I wonder if there are dragons in this world.

The creatures get larger and larger with each page I turn.

And then I realize.

This isn't an animal encyclopedia, it's a monster encyclopedia. Each creature is depicted with some kind of ominous aura-like effect. Next to each one is a drawing of what looks like a stone, its size and material, and a method for dismantling it.

In this world, there are creatures called "monsters" that are different from animals, and at their heart there is a spiky stone called a crystal. This crystal is the power source for various convenient gadgets.

I knew about this crystal because I used crushed stones in my lamp when I was in the mansion. I had no idea it was taken from so many different monsters.

I became quite engrossed in looking through the encyclopedia.

I'll definitely need this kind of knowledge, since I'll be traveling with a party of adventurers.

I'm grateful for the master's exquisite choice. I thought he was a good-for-nothing, but I'll have to change my opinion.

But it's frustrating not being able to read the words.

I wonder if I could ask him to teach me.

Suddenly, the hallway becomes noisy.

Before I knew it, the sun was starting to set.

It looks like everyone's back.

I should go greet them.

"We're back. Were you a good boy… Huh? What's this! Where are we!?"

"Whaaat? …Did we go to the wrong room?"

You're in the right place.

The two who had come in left the room again and closed the door.

Maybe I did overdo it with the cleaning after all.

#slave-kun

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paleparearchive · 1 year ago

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I’m Not Good at It, After All. But...

Michelangelo's Birthday 4★ story (1/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: kitchen (morning & night) ; Michelangelo's room | Characters: Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Raffaello, Munch, Kuroda, Delacroix, Watteau

Munch: Mickymickyyy, happy birthdaaay! You're getting lots of birthday wishes from my friends!

Kuroda: Just in time. Saves me the trouble of giving you the gift.

Watteau: Hooraaay! Happy birthdaaay! We must have a party today and have fun!

Michelangelo: … Thaaanks.

(Sigh… Just 'cause it's my birthday, everyone's too excited to celebrate it…)

Munch: Hey hey! How will you spend your birthday, Mickymicky? You'll want to have a party with everyone, right? If so, I'll invite my friends too!

Michelangelo: No, I…

Kuroda: I hope you're not planning to stay indoors again. Wouldn't it be nice to spend some time outside for a change?

Watteau: Right right, you gotta go outside to meet girls, right?

Michelangelo: I'm not interested... I mean, what does my birthday have to do with you guys?

Watteau: Don't be so cooold~ We're all members of the same museum, right?

Michelangelo: Why celebrate for that…? That kinda thing's enough for Van Gogh and others.

Munch: They said they were going to give you a present lateeeer! Mickymicky, everyone loves youuu~ That's nice, I want a present, too. Kuroda-sensei, please give me somethiiing!

Kuroda: Huh…? Why should I prepare a present for you when it's not even your birthday?

Munch: Uuuh… is that soo… so it's a no…?

Kuroda: … You should learn that being selfish won't work with me. Go to my room and you'll find one of those sweets. If you want it, go and get it yourself.

Munch: Yaaay! Teacher, I love youuu!

Michelangelo: (I'm also gonna go back to my room while I still can–)

Watteau: Hey, listen, Michelangelo. Now that you've left your room, why dontcha go out with me?

Michelangelo: Ah? Why me…

Watteau: I mean, it's obvious. It's easier to attract girls' attention when the person you're with changes! So, come with me. I'll show ya how fun it is to be outside too.

Michelangelo: No, it's none of my business.

Watteau: Alriiight, I'll go talk to Renoir and Raffaello-san too!

Michelangelo: (The seducer trio…)

Watteau: Ya wait here, 'kay? I'll go get 'em!

Michelangelo: Alright, whatever… Anyway, I'll go back to my room before he comes back…

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Michelangelo: …

Van Gogh: Michelangeloooo! Happy birthday! I want to give you a present, is it a good time now!?

Delacroix: Hey, happy birthday. Is this the right gift for ya?

Watteau: I told ya to waaait! Well, then I'll see ya next time!

Raffaello: Would you accept my gift? I bought a cake with Ingres.

Michelangelo: … Leave everything by the door. I'll collect them later…

Watteau: Heeey! I'll be lookin' forward to your feedback!

Michelangelo: (I didn't think they'd come all the way to my room... How can they get so excited about someone's birthday…)

… Sigh. I appreciate it, but what a pain.

Phew… I guess they've calmed down for now... What am I gonna do with all these gifts–

… Speaking of which, that guy... He's always so noisy and clingin' to me. … Well, it doesn't matter. It's not surprising that he doesn't like me.

…

It's kinda… botherin' me…

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Michelangelo: Somethin' to eat... The cake alone ain't enough…

(Wonder if there's any ham and cheese sandwiches… Hubert always makes them for me…)

Ah, a pound cake…

… Now that I think of it, they had bought it.

???: Ah, owowww~

#palette parade #palette parade tl #palepare #palepare tl #card tl #card translation #translation #michelangelo #michelangelo buonarroti #4★

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kirishwima · 6 years ago

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i really am that bih that just finished the gym, went to buy groceries and left w a new flavor of ben & jerry's i never seen before

#anyway they have pb cups flavor and i N e e d e d it #i aint gonna eat it now #i bought the smallest one to try in the weekend #but im proud of myself today i was p healthy #i had like. yoghurt w honey in the morning #salad w avocado and whole wheat sandwich w mozarella #and thats it??? ill have some cereal or a cracker w cheese n vegan ham n im good #and for once im not forcing myself or pushing myself to be healthier #i just genially want to and i get excited to go work out and just #gah i never felt this good w myself tbh #like im always self conscious but this is the less ive been in my whole life #i dont care about my weight im just doing what makes me feel good for once #and im trying to balance my mental health i reach out to friends #im taking my medicine properly finally #i like the subject im studying rn so much!!! and im studying everyday #ive learnt to say no and stand up for myself and for my friends #or well im still learning but ive said no for the first time in a while #and was actually (by my standards) mean which i hated and i made up for it #but it was a situation that called for it #and it worked #idk im just like. im in a good spot w my health im #im actually happy #this turned into a huge ass rant that started w ice cream lmao

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 3 years ago

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Sticky

Dieter Bravo x f!reader oneshot

Written as part of the Consent universe (set at at unspecified point in time after the series), but can be read as a standalone as I did not include any details of the series itself.

{ Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E (18+ only)

Summary: After a calamitous day at the beach, Dieter is only too happy to put you in a sticky situation - with a melted Kit Kat.

Warnings: Chaotic!Dieter, dirty talk, food play, dry humping, masturbation (m), handjob, blowjob, public sex, no use of Y/N, very lightly proofread so apologies for any typos

Word count: Under 3k... apparently I can't write anything shorter 🤷🏻‍♀️

Note: Surprise! I'm back from my holiday! Thank you all of you lovely people for being so patient with me over the past month, this is for you! It was such a fun little warm-up for me as well before I resume working on the next part of Consent. I hope you enjoy this little filthy, lighthearted interlude 😉

Thank you @mandoblowmybackout for reassuring me this is not a crap idea ❤️

Dieter Bravo isn’t really a beach person.

Sure, he doesn’t mind looking at one while sipping on a tropical cocktail with a swirly straw, in a jacuzzi on a private yacht, miles away from said beach.

That’s not what you have in mind though, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell you.

You want to show him the local beach, which you say is the only thing worth seeing in your one-horse town. You borrow your neighbour’s beat-up truck so you don’t get sand in yours, and load it up with two portable sun loungers, a faded sunbrella, towels, and a cooler stuffed with beer and lemonade. You even make sandwiches for lunch. PBJ à la Dieter for him (Sriracha over strawberry jam - you don’t judge, it’s hardly the weirdest thing he is into anyway) and a less adventurous ham and cheese for yourself.

You’ve driven the hour-long journey since he doesn’t have a licence, and you’ve hummed to the radio the whole way.

You’re excited, so he’s trying to enjoy it. He really is.

But.

The beach is a solid twenty-minute walk on a sandy path through the woods. Try walking on sand in Crocs. He’s slipping on sand both inside his damned shoes and beneath them. He’s offered to carry the sun loungers and the cooler, and his favourite faded green t-shirt is saturated with sweat when the beach comes into view.

By the time you decide on the perfect spot, he is winded. Dieter has never been sporty, but even he thinks this is a pathetic performance. He tries to breathe in and out as discreetly as he could and hopes you don’t notice.

It’s another ten minutes before the sunbrella and loungers are set up, and the cooler plonked in the middle, by which time Dieter is positively dying for a beer.

At least the beer is cold, and he sighs as it settles in his belly. This is better. He takes stock of the beach from behind his sunglasses. It’s a charming little crescent of sand and blue water, enclosed by thick forest on both sides. It’s a weekday, and there are only a few other people scattered about. You assure him that no one around town would know who he is, and he believes you.

‘Here,’ you pipe up from your chair, tossing him his sandwich.

Catching your hand, he presses a kiss to the back of your fingers. ‘Thanks, sweetheart. This is pretty great.’

You smile back at him and tuck into your ham and cheese, leaning back in your chair with your legs bent at the knees, your sundress riding up.

He hums happily as he bites into the sweet and spicy sandwich, talking with his mouth full. ‘This is delicious, sweetheart.’

You shake your head. ‘You’re so weird, Dieter Bravo.’

He grins back insolently. ‘Gotta have my lovable quirks or I’m just another Hollywood asshole.’

No sooner has he taken a second bite does he hear an aggressive buzzing approach from behind. He watches in horror as not one, not two, but three wasps start circling his sandwich.

Two problems.

Dieter Bravo does not share food.

More importantly, he does not like flying things.

‘Fuck!’ he squeaks and ducks to your side of the shade, sandwich abandoned on the lounger. The wasps crawl over the bread, antennae wriggling cockily as they plant their literal flag on his lunch.

‘Bravo, it’s just a few wasps,’ you chide.

‘They’re killing machines!’

You roll your eyes. ‘You’re confusing them with hornets. Wasps are much smaller and the worst they can do is sting you.’

‘It’s too late,’ Dieter mopes. ‘They win.’

Leaning over, you stuff the rest of your ham and cheese sandwich in his mouth to stop him sulking. ‘C’mon. This will take your mind off the stupid wasps.’

You pull your dress over your head, and you smile smugly at the way Dieter’s jaw hangs open, sandwich and all. You’re wearing your new lemon print swimsuit and you make a show of bending down to fish the sunscreen from your bag.

By the time you stand up, Dieter has circled his arms around you, hot breath in your ear. He traces thick fingers over the cutouts on the waist. ‘You’re gonna get some really interesting tan lines.’

Squeezing a big blob of sunscreen in your palm, you pass the tube to him. ‘Just do my back, Dieter.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

Once the both of you have rubbed in the SPF, you kick off your flip flops and start at a run. ‘Let’s go, Bravo!’

He follows, Crocs flying behind him, but he’s only taken a few steps before his knees nearly buckle from the heat under his feet. The sand is literally burning hot. He watches you splash into the sea. How the fuck are you running on this?

By the time he gets there, he can’t feel his soles, but the water is a welcoming balm. You emerge from the waves, beaming while you stand in the waist-deep water. Without warning, he tackles you, big hands on your waist, and you squeal as he bundles you into the warm sea.

You cough when you break the surface, legs around his waist, pushing your fingers through his wild curls to slick them back. ‘Nice, huh?’

‘Pretty nice,’ he concedes, one hand snaking down to squeeze your ass cheek under the water, making you squirm and hit his shoulder in a warning.

Maybe he can get used to this.

He isn’t sure what happened. One second he’s leaning in to kiss you, and the next, there is a searing pain on his big toe. Letting go of you with an anguished howl, he flails and dashes out of the water, trying to shake free of whatever is clinging onto his foot in a death grip.

Dieter looks down - it’s a fucking crab with its big claw clenched tight around his toe. He dances on one foot as he tries to shake it off, but it hangs on for dear life, dangling stubbornly from his foot. With a mighty swing of his leg, the crab finally lets go and sails through the air, landing back into the water with a splash somewhere in the distance.

‘Oh my god, are you ok?’ you run up behind him.

There is no blood, but he grimaces at the dark purple bruise that is already blooming. ‘You know what, sweetheart? I think I’ll just sit it out for a bit and have a Kit Kat.’

Your face is pinched in worry, and you wring your hands. ‘I’m so sorry, I haven’t even seen any crabs on this beach before.’

Dieter puts on a brave smile that he hopes is convincing. With a peck on your lips, he assures you, ‘Go swim, I’ll wait.’

He hobbles back across the scorching sand. He really needs that Kit Kat and a cold beer.

Except he can’t find the fucking Kit Kat. He turns your bag inside out and checks the cooler. He swears he packed it this morning. Flopping onto your lounger in frustration (the wasps are still going at his sandwich on his, more of their friends having joined in), he takes a big swig of beer, hoping it would dull the painful throbbing in his big toe.

He should’ve brought some fucking weed.

He must have dozed off. He all but jumps out of his skin when he feels cold droplets of water falling on his face. Cracking an eye open, he realises he’s in direct sunlight, with you leaning over him, your lips cool from the ocean as you brush them against his mouth.

‘Did you have your Kit Kat?’

‘I couldn’t find it,’ he laments and pulls you into his lap, your wet body an instant relief from the midday heat. You suddenly frown, looking at him strangely, and he asks, ‘What is it?’

‘Your face is looking quite red - did you top up on sunscreen after going into the water?’

For fuck’s sake. Now that you mention it, his face feels tender. ‘No, I forgot. The sun must have moved while I was napping.’

You turn and glance down at his feet. ‘Your toe looks quite swollen too. We really should get home and get some antiseptic on it.’

‘Sorry for cutting the day short, sweetheart,’ he says sheepishly while the both of you pack up.

You give him a teasing grin. ‘You’re just a bit of a disaster man everywhere you go, aren’t you?’

He growls and pinches you on your thigh for making fun of him, drawing a squeal out of you. ‘Not my fault that the beach hates me.’

The walk back to the car hurts, to say the least. The sand grates painfully on the bottom of his feet - he’s sure he’s got second degree burns on his soles. His toe hurts so much he can hear it pulse all the way up in his ears, and he’s beginning to feel the sunburn on his nose.

He nearly falls onto his knees in relief when he catches sight of the parked truck, thankfully in the shade.

You nod at the front and toss him the keys. ‘You get in the car and get the AC going. I’ll pack up’

He kisses you on the cheek. ‘Thanks, sweetheart.’

Opening up the driver’s seat door, he starts the car, turning the AC up to the highest level. Even though the truck is in the shade, the heat inside the car is still oppressive. He’s about to close the door when he spots something red in the cup holder on the passenger side.

At the back of the car, you nearly drop the cooler when Dieter yells, ‘MY KIT KAT!’

Three seconds later, he rounds the back of the truck, the chocolate bar hanging limply from his thumb and index finger, his bottom lip jutting out. ‘It melted.’

He cuts such a sad figure with his shoulders slumped, sunglasses perched low on his peeling nose. You can even see the purple of his swollen toe through the holes in his Crocs.

Taking his hand, you pull him in and wrap your hands around his neck. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you try to pacify him. ‘Let’s go home. I’ll make it up to you - in the shower.’

That piques his interest. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘Oh yeah,’ you reassure him with a lopsided smile.

He pauses, and you can see the moment the proverbial light bulb goes off in his head. His lips quirk, mischief colouring his eyes as he pulls your hands from his neck. ‘Actually, now that I think about it - there’s something you could help me with right here.’

You arch an eyebrow and echo his words back at him. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘Oh yeah,’ he nods. He drapes one of the towels on the back of the truck and pats the surface. ‘Hop on, sweetheart.’

You do as you’re told, giving him a look. You’ve parked up against a thick line of bushes, far away from the five other cars in the area, and there’s no one else around.

You’re in just your swimsuit, and in your rush to leave, you haven’t even towelled your hair dry. You feel a droplet of seawater slide down your front, into your cleavage. ‘What are you up to, Bravo?’ you ask suspiciously.

Reaching behind you, he tugs on the string that holds your swimsuit together, and you take a sharp inhale when the humid air hits your bare front. ‘Dieter - ’

He groans when your tits tumble free, cupping one in his big hand, his chunky rings digging into your soft skin. ‘So pretty, sweetheart. Lean back just a little bit.’

You shift, palms landing behind on either side of you while you lean backwards. Your clit brushes against the soft towel beneath, making you moan. ‘What are you -’

Before you can finish your sentence, Dieter’s ripped open the Kit Kat with his teeth. Giving you a brazen grin, he proceeds to drizzle the melted chocolate onto your chest.

‘Dieter!’ you gasp, eyes wide as the thick liquid drips, slow as syrup, onto your skin.

‘What?’ he asks, all wide-eyed innocence. He tosses the empty wrapper over his shoulder. ‘I have to have my Kit Kat somehow. Don’t I deserve it after the rotten day I’ve had?’

With the flat of his tongue, Dieter looms over you and licks a hot trail up between your tits, dragging the melted chocolate upwards before swallowing with a gravelly mmmm that reverberates in his chest.

‘Don’t I?’ he prompts you again.

‘Yes,’ you answer breathlessly.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a satisfied smirk, before he dives down again to swipe his tongue along the underside of your breast, and a shudder runs through you. His brow wrinkles as he smacks his lips. ‘You taste so good, sweetheart.’

You really shouldn’t be letting Dieter Bravo suck, lick and slurp his melted Kit Kat bar off your tits in a public beach parking lot. And it really shouldn’t turn you on this much. You start rutting your hips against the truck, rubbing on the towel underneath as he groans, his head buried in your chest.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he croons, and you can feel his teeth against your skin as he grins. ‘Doesn’t it feel good?’

‘Fuck yes,’ you admit through gritted teeth, one hand tangled in his salt-crusted curls, arching your back when he finally closes his lips around one nipple and sucks hard.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he groans, sticking his right hand crudely under his swimming trunks to grip his cock, while he sucks on your left tit, licking it clean. ‘You’re so sexy, sweetheart. Getting that pussy nice and wet without using your hands. Clever little thing, aren’t you?’

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him stroke himself under his pants, somehow not being able to see it makes it even hotter. Your hips quicken, dragging your clit on the hard surface to relieve the tension between your thighs.

Turning to your right breast, you feel his hot breath hit your skin as he laves your nipple with his tongue. ‘They should do a sea salt and chocolate Kit Kat.’

You laugh. ‘You should pitch it to Nestle.’

‘And I’ll tell them exactly how the idea came to me,’ he chuckles, before nibbling unexpectedly on the side of your breast, making you cry out. Your pussy clenches, unable to hide your desperation as you hump the towel with firm rolls of your hips.

Dieter peers up at you from under long lashes, his smile crooked and cocky. You hear his breath coming out in harsh pants now, the movement in his pants hurried. ‘That’s a good girl. You gonna dry hump the truck till you come, baby?’

You nod, bottom lip caught in your teeth, words having abandoned you. You start to tremble as your cunt quivers, and when Dieter closes his teeth sharply over your nipple, you break - a wail caught in your throat as you let the orgasm rip through you, all the way down to your curled toes and your fingers pulling on his hair.

Glancing down at him, chest heaving, you watch him clean up the last spot of chocolate with his tongue, your skin now clear but still sticky from the sugar. He grins up at you, and you pull him in by the scruff of his tshirt to plant a messy kiss on his lips.

Reaching down, you knock his hand away and wrap your fingers tight around his hard cock, making him gasp and rock into your hand. ‘Baby,’ he pants. ‘That’s it, harder. I’m close.’

He whines when you push him backwards with one bare foot in his chest, but he promptly shuts up when you slide off the truck and kneel on the gravel, shoving his swimming trunks down. The intensity with which he looks down at you, curls wild over his eyes, knocks the breath out of you. Pumping your hand up and down on his length, you lick your lips and tell him plainly, ‘I want you to come inside my mouth.’

Dieter leans forward to grip the back of the truck with both hands and groans as you take him between your lips, eyelids drooping as he watches you slide wetly over his dick again and again. It doesn’t take much for his thighs to shake under your hands and for his hips to thrust into your mouth.

His voice is strained and his head thrown back as he babbles, ‘Don’t stop, sweetheart - please, you’re so fucking sexy swallowing my cock, taking me so well. Can you take me deeper, hmm? Jesus Christ that’s it, just like that, sweetheart. Just a little more and I’ll fill that filthy mouth like you want me to. You’re gonna swallow it all, hmm? Fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come -’

With a strangled groan, his hips stutter and one hand weaves into your hair, gripping it painfully as his cum hits the back of your throat. You moan around his half-hard cock, milking him leisurely. He jerks as if electricity is running through his veins.

Slowly, the tension bleeds out of his body. You make a show of swallowing his cum, holding his unfocused gaze while you lick your swollen lips.

‘C’mere,’ he mutters, pulling you to your feet with an easy strength that never fails to excite you. One gentle index finger under your chin, he sweeps your face upwards to kiss you deeply.

You can taste the chocolate on his tongue, and you know he can definitely taste himself on yours.

You tap your finger on his beautiful nose that desperately needs aloe vera, your body still crowded up against him, his hands skating over your lower back. ‘Feeling better?’

He shrugs nonchalantly, but his warm eyes and playful wink give him away. ‘What can I say? A Kit Kat always helps.’

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