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sstrwbrryccke · 9 months

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member of txt!amab!reader who wears grey sweatpants to practice... and soobin can't help, but keep on staring at their crotch :( stupid baby can't even concentrate on practicing anymore, so he just sits on the floor and continues staring, rubbing his thighs together from time to time. reader obviously takes a notice at soobin's behaviour, so when they're left alone in practice room, it all ends up with soobin getting fucked dumb in front of all the mirrors around...

stop pervy soobin will be the death of me… thank you em @soobinsonly1bf for the request! 🫢🙏 (i asked him to req me HSHHSJFJA)

— practice room | sub choi soobin

tags: txt!amab!reader x pervert soobin, mean reader but soft at the end, made-up dance routine, reader is the oldest of the group, usage of hyung a few times, mirror sex, downbad soobin, pervert soobin, mention of drool once, soobin fingering himself, thigh slapping, dacryphilia, age dominance? idk like korea’s respect system based on age, fluffy at the end but other than that its filth

“okay everyone, two more tries. from the top.”

you call out, slicking your hair back, and getting back to position. more emotion, more expression, focus on the chorus. you repeat in your head, looking back at your members.

“lets do it!” yeonjun yells in english, clapping his hands, hyping up everyone as beomgyu replays the song from the top. soobin takes his position beside you, a meek look on his face, which you shrugged off at first. maybe he was tired, the group had been practicing for hours after all.

gradually however, you begin to notice the subtle changes in his breath pattern, the way he bites his lips as he stares intently at the practice mirror. it only became more apparent at the killing part of the dance, you face towards soobin, hand reaching out to grasp his chin, and you distinctly hear his breath hitch, eyes lidded as he stares at you.

when the dance ended, some members took a drink break, while others kept correcting their mistakes in the mirror. you on the other-hand, approached soobin directly, who was busy pretending as if he didn’t see you.

“soobin.”

you just say, arms crossed. the said boy was sitting with his back flush to the mirror. head turned to the side and hand rubbing the back of his neck. his eyes glance to you before nervously looking away. the closer you get the more jittery he becomes. you squat in front of him, and you hear him hold his breath, he couldn’t help but glance down— to your crotch and the outline of your cock in your grey sweatpants— oh shit.

he gulps, coming face to face with your knowing look. he just got caught staring. he props his knees up, hugging them to his chest, face down. trying to hide his growing erection.

“soobin, look at hyung.”

he lifts his head at this, bunny eyes wide and mouth agape. you were smirking at him. his heart thumped and his cheeks grew warm.

“guys, soobin’s tired, let’s practice one more time without him. come on, get up. lets go.” you clap, signalling to the others before jumping up and walking back to your position. some members whine, joking about your favouritism towards soobin and you just shush them playfully. the many privileges of being the oldest. the loud instrumentals start, but instead of the mirror, you stare at the boy sitting in front.

the moment the dance begins, you default back to your facial expressions carefully crafted for each move, though your eyes never left soobin’s pair. he felt his erection twitch in his pants. you lick your lips and he imagines that was him spread out onto your tongue. you thrust your hips and he imagines his body flush against yours. and god, those stupidly hot grey sweatpants. he was so incredibly down bad for a dumb piece of clothing, but the way the fabric almost left nothing yet everything to the imagination— maybe he finally understood how fans felt when they see their bias.

before he knew it, his thighs were desperately rubbing together, mouth agape. if he opened his lips any wider, drool might even seep out. he was so needy, and he knew you knew. the way you eyed him down, tongue poking at your inner cheek, fingers deliberately sliding down from your chest to near your crotch.

god.

thankfully the dance was over, otherwise soobin might’ve genuinely busted in his pants, and he was sure he would’ve faced a lifetime of teasing as a result. you pat each member behind the back, exchanging ‘good work’s as you remind everyone to stretch at the dorm. yeonjun sneaks up on you, slapping your ass with a cheeky grin. “what? gonna dote on soobin once the two of you are alone?”

you jab him in the side, playfully rolling your eyes. you knew yeonjun was joking, but he didn’t know just how true his words were. there had always been something between you and soobin since your trainee era, and the two of you were ecstatic when you found out you were debuting together. and soon enough, that attraction became something tangible and physical. as hormonal young adults, it was no surprise you two took advantage of your youth to enjoy each other’s presence. aka fuck like wild bunnies.

when the rest of the group leave the room, their laughter and chattering muffled down the hallway, you slowly lock the practice room door, turning around to meet eyes with a very desperate soobin. his hands snaking around your neck. kissing you just as eagerly, you kiss him back much more precise compared to his sloppy attempt. he pushes a tongue against your bottom lip and that’s when you part, a string of saliva connecting you two. he stares at you for a second before a low whine trembles out from his plump lips.

“why?”

“why should i reward you? you’ve been bad.”

his pouty lips frown, about to sulk before you push him further into the room, dead centre in the middle of the practice mirrors.

“seriously soob, you think you’re slick, staring at my crotch like that?”

his face instantly darkens to a crimson red, he lowers his head and his bangs cover his eyes but you can see the pink on his ears.

“you wanted to distract me didn’t you. wanted me to mess up on the choreography?”

he shakes his head quickly, his hair tousling at the motion, his big eyes peak from behind his bangs as he looks at you.

“no!… i…” he stammers, trying to formulate words to defend himself, but all he could really focus on was his hardening dick and how it pressed against his jeans painfully.

“no? look at yourself.”

he does as you say. good obedient boy. there was a tent in his jeans and at the very tip was a wet spot. his breath stutters, because he catches a glance at your crotch too, your length outlined by the thin fabric of the sweatpants. he wished that was in him instead.

“i can’t help it, im sorry.” his head hung low in an embarrassed shame, apologising to his older member out of genuine guilt.

“if you’re so sorry, let me see you open yourself up. if you’re good, maybe ill reconsider.”

he takes a glance at you, and he knew exactly what you wanted. he’s been here before, you wanted to see the humiliation on his face as he played with himself. you wanted him to cry as he threw away his dignity and pride. degrade his body into a shivering and quivering mess until he begged for forgiveness.

it shouldn’t, but it turned him on so much. he quickly shuffles off his pants, keeping his hoodie on because he knew you liked seeing his huge hoodie slump down his figure and onto his cock. he parts his legs but before he can touch himself you stop him. his wide eyes look at you, did he do something wrong? are you going to leave him here untouched and hard?

“turn around.” you interrupt his train of thoughts, sitting down crossed legged as you dug into his pants, taking out a travel-sized bottle of lube.

“how did you—“

“knowing your perverted ass, i took a wild guess.”

he sheepishly smiled, turning around as you commanded. meeting face to face with the reflection of his body. and wow was he red… thighs parted with his dick barely hidden by his hoodie. it looked sinful, and you were grinning behind him. you take his hand, slathering a good amount of cold lube on his fingers before leaving him be.

“go on, soob.”

you state, and his breath trembles as his fingers prodded at his own ass, slipping in softly and he keens, thighs and eyes slowly closing, only to snap back to reality by a ringing slap to his thigh. he yelps, widening his legs and looking up at you in the mirror.

“keep your eyes and legs open.”

your hand comes to tilt his chin up, he bites back tears as he continued inserting in his fingers with your new rules. you were so mean. he wanted to whine, but if he endured this he might be rewarded. so he disregards all his shame as he starts riding his own fingers. crotch leaned towards the mirror as he watched his hole close and open.

“look at that soobin, if you were good from the beginning that could be my dick.”

you whispered and he whimpers, tears escaping and rolling down his cheek. all he wanted was for you to dote on him, but because of his stupid horny brain he ruined that chance. he starts sobbing as the shame seeps into him, and you slap his thigh again to remind him to keep his eyes open. he does his best to please you, biting his lips hard as he inserted a fourth finger, it painfully stretched him out but he kept going, his hopeful eyes glancing up at you in pleads. but you didn’t budge and he just couldn’t do it anymore, his finger accidentally jabs particularly hard at his prostate and his thighs shook— a choked ‘coming’ trembled in his throat before he came in ropes, hard cock bobbing up and down before he was empty.

he gasps out, the satisfaction of the orgasm was soon replaced by his brooding disappointment. he sighed as he took his fingers out of his hole. head down and afraid to look up at you, he knew you were disappointed. it was akin to getting a scolding from his manager. his non-dirty hand comes up to wipe at his tears, at least he could face his hyung with some dignity before he gets reprimanded.

though, as if the gods answered his prayers, your hands come up to brush his bangs away from his eyes, pulling his tall body into your lap.

“soob it’s okay, you did well, soob.”

he sighs out a breathy exhale, big red eyes glancing behind him.

“i’m sorry” he just says, sulking.

“you’re okay. want to feel me in you?”

he nods, letting you dote on him. it always felt nice when you took care of him, either socially or physically. he may be the taller one, but you were his hyung and you always made sure he was taken care of. you slip your dick out from your sweatpants, before slowly inserting yourself into his throbbing hole. he sighs, out of relief this time. he glances into the mirror and you had your face in the crook of his neck, slowly moving him up and down as your hand caressed his cock.

it was a few soft moments, you thrusted softly into him as to not overstimulate him. he turns his head to you again, plump lips in a frown.

“kiss?” you ask, he nods eagerly, and you capture his lips gently. letting his curious tongue in your mouth this time, and in exchange you slipped yours in his, tasting him. his breath hitches, and you could tell he was close with how his stomach clenched. you break from the kiss to suck on his neck, leaving a small hickey just above his collarbone. he moans out, quiet and breathy, thighs clenching as his second orgasm came at him in waves. he squeezes your cock and you cum with a small moan.

the two of you take a moment to breathe before a satisfied smile adorns his pink lips again. you chuckle, so predictable. his eyes creased with his grin and his aegyo sal was on full show, he turns to you and cuddles into your neck.

“happy?”

“super.” he giggles into your collarbone. you let him enjoy your body warmth for a moment, slipping your dick out and hearing the soft drip of cum falling from his hole to the ground.

after a few soft seconds, you pat his back, getting his attention. “okay soobie, let’s clean up and go back to the dorm. we have a dance practice to film tomorrow.”

he sulks when you untangle his long limbs from yours, but quickly recovers as he cleans out the cum from his hole with a tissue (shivering and doing his best not to get hard again, this man has a stamina of a bunny…) slipping his underwear and pants back on. meanwhile you take one of the towels to clean up the residue on the floor. dumping it in a basket later. you gather yours and soobins stuff before noticing the guy staring long and hard at his reflection.

“soobin? what’s up.”

“i have a hickey.”

“what— oh.”

“what do i do? we’re filming tomorrow.”

“…hope and pray moas don’t notice?”

—☆★☆

TOMORROW X TOGETHER OFFICIAL uploaded: TXT (투모로우바이투게더) ‘XXXXX’ Dance Practice

@soobslefttoe: yall?? is that a hickey on soobins neck

@iloveyn: @soobslefttoe nah the real question is DO YOU GUYS SEE HOW YN LOOKED AT SOOBIN??? i would sell my soul to be looked at like that.

@ynxsoob4ever: they are totally fuvking i bet yn scks coobins dick all day

@sanetxtstan: all of you are so delulu…

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aizawasbrazybaby · 7 months

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❥𓂃𓏧 Feel My Touch

𖦹Warnings: Gyno!Nanami x Fem!Reader, p in v sex, Oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mention of spit, pet names (reader is called beautiful), Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Choking

𖦹Word Count: 1.7K

🫧: So because of my job and random ass hours my upload days are Saturday. I’m working on my SDV fics too ʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ.Btw this is barely edited so sorry for any mistakes

ᐕSummary: You’ve never experienced an orgasm but a new doctor has you feeling new things…

Beads of sweat threatened to slide down your temples as you waited. Anticipating that new nerve riling sensation that’s been eating at your lower abdomen for the past week. When you first felt it you assumed it was one of those normal infections women usually get. But the symptoms weren’t the same in the slightest. There was no itching, burning while urinating or thick white substance. This feeling was foreign and indescribable.

Your ears perked as you heard your name being called. The lady flashed a smile, her short brown hair pulled back, “right this way.” She led you to one of the rooms further to the back and passed you a gown that was commonly used in hospitals, “change into this and the doctor will be in shortly to assist you.”

You sent her a curt nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, “thank you.”

Once the door clicked shut an eerie silence you were used to fell over the room. You stripped down to your skin, stuck your arms through the sleeves and tied a bow with the loose strings. Music blasted through the speaker of your phone from the tiktok videos. Minutes passed, longer than you expected, before three knocks echoed in the room and your posture straightened.

“Good evening,” Nanami smiled.

One glance at him and that feeling. That fucking feeling hammered throughout your body. Stronger than you’ve ever felt. Traveling from your quick beating heart all the way to your cunt. Your hand absentmindedly touched your belly attempting to pinpoint this emotion, “hi.”

“______ ______ right?” He closed the door behind him and sat in the round rolling seat, “Dr. Nanami, nice to meet you.”

“Where is Dr. Shoko? I made an appointment with her.”

His eyebrows twitched as he refrained from saying what really came to mind first, “she asked me last minute to stand in for her for more hands-on experience as I am no longer training under her. Shoko claimed to have sent an email to all of her patients last night.”

You grimaced internally knowing it was mixed in with the other hundreds of unopened emails, “oh..”

“For obvious reasons if you don’t wish to continue with this appointment that’s completely understandable and you’ll be refunded in full.”

“That’s okay I don’t mind,” you said, unable to look away from his breathtaking features. You attempted to partially explain how you felt without tripping over your words and stuttering. Yet there was no luck in that department.

He stood to lean your seat back, “are you pregnant or think you might be?”

“No.”

“Have a husband or partner?” His eyes shot to your ringless finger.

“Single.”

“Now ____ when was the last time you’ve had sex?” He guided your legs apart, securing each calf in the raised holders. He couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering low enough to see the slick on your thighs.

Your hands rubbed you eyes, which he was thankful for, as you answered the question, “bout eight years ago..I think…I’m not quite sure it was one time with one guy and I didn’t really enjoy it.” Which was true. The guy who’s name you didn’t care to remember snuck you to one of the rooms during a house party full of drunks. The only reason you agreed to lose it was because you wanted to see what the hype was about. Why all your friends enjoyed fucking people.

Nanami passed you a square hand sized mirror, “according to Shoko all of your tests from last month came back clear and it says you scheduled due to odd sensations, tell me what’s going on with that.”

Your eyes hit the ceiling and you took a deep breath, “it’s complicated. There’s this clear liquid that keeps coming out and a strange feeling down there. It aches but not in a painful way. It's gonna sound weird but it kind of feels good.” The doctor sat quietly.

assessing maybe?

“I can explain but I need you to hold the mirror so you can see what I’m doing..I like for new patients to watch so they have a better understanding.” Gloved hands snaked to your hips pulling you lower. His thumbs rubbed up and down your spread lips smearing the essence around and stopping before your clit. A low hum of pleasure escaped, causing you to cover your mouth. “It’s fine to make noise, it's normal..no one will hear you except me.”

“What is that?” a thin glistening line connected to your body and his finger.

“Arousal,” his middle finger rubbed circles on your clit, “that sensation you keep feeling. Sometimes it’s for no reason, other times it’s because you come across something or someone you find sexually desirable. Miss._____ ,” your pussy clenched around nothing and you sucked in a hard breath, “do I happen to suit your taste?” You nodded knowing a moan was at the tip of your tongue. “That’s very good, because you suit mine.”

“That feels really n-nice.”

The wheels on the chair inched him close enough that you felt his breath on your messy cunt. Removing his gloves he worked two fingers into you, watching them disappear slowly. His other hand pawed at the growing tent of his pants, “do you ever pleasure yourself?”

“N-no,” you hummed, “I d-don’t know h-how never tried.”

The corner of his lips rose ever so slightly. One blink and you would miss it, “There’s different ways to go about it. A lot of women like to finger themselves like this,” he pulled his hand back and drilled them in deep. Curling the tips in the process. Your moans drowned out the white noise from the old office light above head. Nanami’s thumb met your clit again, finding the pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your sockets. A white cream gathered in the nook of his digits.

“What,” you tried to catch your breath, “what the fuck was that what just happened?”

“That was an orgasm,” he pushed the ugly gown higher, “do you need some water we still have a few more things to go over?” His mouth wrapped around his fingers licking them clean.

“No,” you spat wanting nothing more than his hands all over you. Wanting him all over you.

He chuckled, “another way you could do it is oral sex. Even if you don’t have a partner to perform it on you there are toys designed for this purpose.” Nanami released his erection smearing his precum round his tip. From the mirror you watched him touch himself. God did you have the perfect angle. Spit fell from his mouth straight to his pretty cock head and his pale hand pumped agonizingly slow.

“Doctor,” you whispered not expecting him to hear you. His blond locs were the last thing you saw before his lips were latched on your pussy. Devouring every last drop. He moaned as your cold fingers ruined his neat hair. “Just like t-that Nanami,” your hips were uncontrollably grinding into his tongue. The last guy didn’t try this but merely pounded your pussy sloppily only caring to get himself off.

Sweat gathered at your hairline and your heart quickened. A coil formed and only grew tighter as Nanami sucked your clit. He gripped the base of dick stopping his pace altogether. He picked up all the indicators that you were so so close to cuming for him. And he wanted to time it perfectly. “Fuckkk Nanamiii,” your body tensed and accidentally scrunched up his hair a grip too tight. He let out a deep long moan that pushed you over the edge. Your cum coated the inside of the doctor's mouth making his eyes widen. Globs of his release splattered on the floor. More than he has seen in a while.

Nanami rose to his feet, planting a foot on a protruding part of the chair. To his advantage the medical seat was low enough to align his dick to you. His cock slid between your saturated folds milking the last couple droplets of his pleasure.

“The last way,” he grunted, “dildo’s but nothing beats the real thing. May I?”

“Put it in,” you stopped short of begging for him to fuck you. It slipped in with more ease than you expected despite his size. His hands felt up every inch of your body making sure not to miss a spot. He hunched over and slipped his tongue in your mouth relishing in the remnants of yourself.

Nanami’s teeth grazed down your chest, “did he feel this good fucking you? Did he touch you the way I did?”

“Uh uh,” you writhed under him, holding on to his white jacket as his hips bucked into yours. He pushed deeper, holding himself in place. He was getting close to cuming again. Too close. And by the way you were wrapping around him he wanted to last as long as possible with you. A caressing hand stroked your cheek then slid down to your neck. Your eyes filled with white for the third time. Though you pushed him weakly he pulled out completely. Watching in absolute bliss as you squirted all over him and leaving visible wet marks on his light colored clothing.

His mouth hung open in amusement. He’s never hooked up with a woman who squirts only dreamed of it. And how he felt so foolish to think you’d last long after never experiencing an orgasm. To hell with making himself last.

“So fuckin beautiful,” he said before choking you, sliding his cock into your gushing cunt. He fucked himself so deep in your pussy the only way to move was back. Retracting his hips he pounded quick but it was enough to send you into overdrive. Squealing from the overstimulation. “Squeeze it beautiful,” he panted through the strokes. You did so and in an instant you felt his dick emptying itself. Neither of you moved for a minute or two until he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. He sat up fixing the both of you before pulling a clipboard off the small desk.

“Miss._____ I’m going to schedule you for another visit in exactly two weeks from today for…some test.”

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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congrats on the 1k follower count Hype!! Here’s my ficlet request: M (“this can’t be happening… it’s just a dream..”) + 🕯️ + hurt/comfort + taking placing in the (You got me) in the palm of your hand-verse!

Thank you so much! ❤️ This was a fun, fluffy write, I hope you enjoy it. 🔮✨️

Fate don't know you (like I do)

Words: 988

Rated: T

Tags: Established relationship; No UD AU; anniversary; idiots in love; Steve Harrington is a sweetheart; Fade to black

Notes: Set in the same universe as (You got me) in the palm of your hand

Steve is just lighting the last candle when he hears the key in the apartment door. He quickly shakes out the match, then settles crossed-legged on the living room floor.

He can hear Eddie bustling around in the hallway - his keys dropping into the bowl, the thud of his work boots coming off. It leaves him with just enough time to smooth out his costume and arrange his hair. Just enough time to look at his work and wonder if maybe he overdid it a notch. But then the doorknob turns and it’s too late for doubts.

Eddie shuffles into the room without switching on the light. His overalls are half-unzipped already, revealing a long, pale triangle of his throat and chest, the black ink of his tattoos. His hands are trying to free his dark curls from the clutches of his hair tie. He’s muttering under his breath, something about stupid, fucking alternators and stupid, fucking customers.

He’s halfway across the room before he realizes the sofa isn’t in its usual spot.

He pauses, one hand still in his hair, incredulous surprise creeping into his features as he takes in the room. The tablecloths and bed sheets draped over the walls. The way the furniture has been shoved into the corners to make space on the floor. The pillows scattered across the ground, and the sofa table at the center of the room, hidden under another tablecloth. The empty glass jars that have been placed on every available surface, meticulously covered in colorful parchment paper, candles glowing softly from within.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his eyes land on Steve.

“What the fuck?” he murmurs, eyes raking over his billowey shirt and the velvet curtain-turned-cape, the fucking leggings and the cardboard crown with the fake gems. Steve smiles and rubs at his prickling neck.

“Um, surprise?” he says. “Happy anniversary.”

Eddie takes a step towards him, then pauses again. His throat bops as he swallows, but his face still shows nothing but confusion.

“What is all this?” he asks. His voice cracks around the last syllable. Steve suppresses a grin and leans back on his hands.

“Well, I wanted to do something special, so I thought I’d recreate the scene of our first meeting.”

“We met in highschool, you dork,” Eddie snarks, but he does sink down on one of the pillows opposite Steve. His eyes continue to roam over their surroundings, large and brown and full of wonder. “Where’d you even get all this stuff?”

“Where we fell in love, then,” Steve says impatiently. “It turned out great, didn’t it? I borrowed the sheets and the pillows and stuff from Claudia. Remember that super important family matter in Hawkins two weeks back?”

“The one where you told me not to come.”

Steve nods enthusiastically. “Exactly. I would have loved to have actual lanterns, too, but getting that many would’ve been way too expensive, so I had to improvise. I think they turned out okay, considering what I was working with, but if you tell me to eat another fucking PB and J sandwich for the next year or so I’ll- … hey, whoa, what’s the matter?”

Because Eddie has finally turned and is looking at him, and his entire face is twitching with raw emotion. His hands are trembling in his lap. His eyes are still bright - too bright in the low candlelight, way too bright, and shit, shit, shit, what's going on?

Steve is up on his knees and slipping into Eddie’s space just in time to brush the first tears away.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. He swats Steve's hands away to rub his arm over his own face, but doesn’t pull out of his embrace. “Fuck, I'm sorry.”

“No,” Steve stammers. “No, Eddie, I am sorry. I mean, I dunno what for, exactly, but I must've done something wrong for you to-”

“I thought you were leaving me, you stupid dickhead,” Eddie blurts.

Steve's words wheeze to a stop.

“What?” he says when his brain finally manages to reboot itself. “I mean how- … Why would you even think that?”

Eddie rolls his pretty eyes at him, but there's a smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh, gee, Stevie, why would I think that? You've been acting all secretive, going back to Hawkins and refusing to tell me what you're doing there, locking yourself in the bedroom for hours, hiding bags full of bed linen in your car-”

“Aw, what, you saw those?”

“You're not as subtle as you think, big boy.”

Eddie winks at him and leans in for a peck on the lips, but when he pulls away, his face is serious again.

“And also because …” he mutters, pulling a strand of hair from his ponytail to twist it between his fingers. “I dunno. Sometimes, I still look at you and I think … this isn't happening. It's all in my head. It's just a dream. Because there’s now way, is there? No way I’ve scored the prettiest, sweetest, most romantic doofus in that shitty little hellhole for a boyfriend. No way that you’re here with me, that you’d ever want me like this.”

“What?” Steve hums, splaying a firm hand over the base of Eddie’s neck to draw him closer. “You mean like this?”

He only allows them to break the kiss when they’re both flushed and gasping for air. Eddie’s eyes are still bright when he looks at him, but this time, it’s the good kind of bright.

“Can’t believe you thought that,” Steve murmurs, pulling the zipper of Eddie’s overalls further down with one deft hand. “You honestly didn’t see this coming?”

Eddie huffs a laugh against his lips. “For the millionth time, honey: Not actually psychic.”

“Well, good,” Steve smiles, slipping the overall off Eddie’s shoulders and pushing him down onto the cushioned floor. “That means you also don’t know what else I have planned for tonight.”

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toon-tales · 4 months

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AN: Hiya, guyssss! How are you? Here it is! Part three of the Feral Branch fic! So, I decided to add some Kismet, but seriously, a blink and you'll miss them, 'cause, I wanted the story to focus on Brozone. But all I could think about is Brozone in front of Kismet, when Hype suddenly asks, "why isn't Branch with you?" and John's all, "we thought he was with you?". Soooo… that's how they creeped in this fic.

Anyway, enjoy!

They walked, and walked, and walked, till Branch assumed Poppy had got them lost. Not that he cared, honestly, he wasn't ready to see them, not yet. Besides, he could easily get them back on track if they did get lost.

Branch's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he trudged alongside his girlfriend, his thoughts cast back to that fateful day when words sharper than thorns had escaped his lips. He remembered the sting in his brothers' eyes, a reflection of the pain he had inflicted with his harsh outburst. The memory was like an old, unhealed wound, and he could almost hear the echo of his own voice, filled with years of pent-up frustration and misunderstanding.

It hurt. So much.

And the years of isolation had done little to dull the memory or ease the guilt that came with it. He had missed out on so much - birthdays, celebrations, simple everyday moments that make up a life. He was a baby when they left, after all. He wondered if his brothers had felt his absence as acutely as he felt theirs. Had they, too, looked back with regret? Or had they moved on, their lives too full of color and song to spare a thought for the brother who they had turned their backs on?

Heck, Bruce had a family. A new one.

He was replaced, forgotten. Simple as that.

He looked up. Poppy's presence was a gentle reminder of the community he had left behind for days, of the connections that had once been as strong as the roots of the Troll Tree. Her unwavering optimism, her belief in the power of forgiveness, it all seemed so simple through her eyes. But for Branch, it was a tangled mess of emotions, a complex melody that he couldn't quite harmonize with.

Yet, as they neared the place where his brothers awaited, something within Branch began to shift. Perhaps it was the way the light filtered through the leaves, casting dancing patterns on the ground, or maybe it was the realization that holding onto anger was a heavier burden than letting it go. He just wished it was easy to forgive and forget.

"You know, Branch," Poppy suddenly said, pulling him out of his thoughts, "if grumpiness were a sport, you'd have all the trophies!"

Branch couldn't help but crack a smile, despite the turmoil within. "And you'd win 'Miss Caretaker' every year," he retorted, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

Poppy beamed, twirling a strand of vibrant pink hair around her finger. "Oh, I don't know about that," she said with a playful wink. "I think I'd have some stiff competition from Biggie. Have you seen how he charms Mr. Dinkles?"

Branch chuckled, the sound mingling with the rustling leaves around them. "True, but at least you don't carry your competition on your shoulder."

The banter continued, light and easy, as they navigated the winding paths. Poppy would occasionally burst into snippets of song, her voice floating up to the canopy above, coaxing a chorus of critters to join in. Branch found himself humming along, the familiar tunes tugging at memories of brighter days.

"Remember when we used to race to the top of the hill?" Poppy asked, a glint of nostalgia in her eyes.

"How could I forget?" Branch replied. "You cheated every time, using your hair to catapult yourself forward."

Poppy gasped in mock offense. "Strategic use of natural resources is not cheating, Branch. It's innovation."

Branch replied sarcastically, "Yeah, sure," rolling his eyes. Their laughter echoed through the forest, a testament to the healing power of time and the tender care of loved ones. With each jest, each shared memory, the distance between Branch and his past seemed to shrink.

And as they approached the clearing where his brothers awaited, the lightness Poppy had infused into the journey helped to ease some of Branch's anxieties.

She smiled as she finally spotted Rhonda, and she squeezed Branch's hand, silently signaling for him to go faster.

Branch looked up, and almost immediately, he closed his eyes and turned his head away, groaning in discomfort. His found family was there too. Why didn't Poppy tell him? But no sooner had he looked up than she was enveloped by a tight hug from her sister. He closed his mouth. He wasn't ready for this.

And the cocktail of worried-relieved faces he received only mounted the stress that has just been soothed.

"Branch!" John Dory and Hype exclaimed in unison, their voices a mix of relief and lingering frustration.

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere!" Ablaze scolded, though his hands were hovering above Branch's scars.

"I'm fine." A lie, a big one.

At this point, Bruce and Clay were checking him all over, lifting his arms and turning him around as their eyes scanned for any concerning injuries, and thankfully, there was none.

"Let's get inside, man," Floyd urged, his touch feather-light as he tugged at his youngest brother's hand, trying to lead him inside Rhonda.

But Branch grumbled and turned away, taking his arms back from his brother's grip. "I said I'm fine, just some… incidents…"

The two groups exchanged glances, and Hype nodded at John, a silent conversation passing between them in mere seconds.

"Hey, we'll leave you guys now," the glitter troll said, his tone soft, and John smiled faintly.

Trickee seemed to catch on. "We'll come check on you later."

"But-"

"Come on, 'Blaze," Hype insisted, end of discussion. He gave Branch one last reassuring smile before turning back and leaving, his group following suit. Branch's hand twitched a little towards them.

Clay took his other hand, mindful not to cause him any more harm. "Let's go inside, yeah?"

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Branch sat quietly, the flickering light casting shadows over his features as his brothers tended to his wounds. The air was thick with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the years lost and the pain that lingered like stubborn fog.

"You don't have to say anything, Branch," John Dory murmured, his hands steady as he wiped off the dried blood from the youngest's body. "Just let us take care of you for now."

Branch's eyes shifted to John's, a storm of emotions swirling within. "Why now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't want to say this, yet the words just flowed without his permission. "After all these years, why do you care now?"

Bruce rubbed his temples. He wasn't mad at Branch, he couldn't be. He was mad at himself. "We were young and foolish," he admitted. "We let our anger get the best of us. But we never stopped caring, not for a single day."

Branch chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, right." He looked down at his feet. "You have a family, Bruce. A new one."

And the purple-haired troll had no response to that.

Clay, the now-serious boy, sighed in frustration. "We may not have been there in person, but you were always in our thoughts. Every success, every failure, every moment, we felt it as if we were still together."

"Ask me, he never stopped talking about everyone, especially you." It was Viva, her voice a welcomed cheerfulness against the tense atmosphere.

Branch tried to hide his smile.

The tension in the room broke like a bubble as Bruce's hands, perhaps still unaccustomed to the delicate task of tending wounds, fumbled with the antiseptic bottle. It tipped, teetered, then toppled, sending a splash across the floor. The moment was so simple, so unexpected, that chuckles and giggles bubbled up uncontrollably from everyone present. It was a sound that's been absent for far too long, a reminder of shared childhoods and simpler times. Branch watched as the droplets scattered like tiny diamonds, catching the light and the absurdity of the situation. And for a moment, they weren't estranged brothers burdened by years of silence; they were just family, united by a clumsy mishap.

"Silly me," Bruce said, willing it to travel across the cramped space.

"Silly you, that's for sure," John teased, his hands stopping mid-bandaging his brother's. "How am I supposed to clean up those wounds now?"

Branch placed his hands back in his lap, his smile still there. "It's alright, John, just bandage them for now."

Poppy watched the interaction with a soft, sincere smile. It was moments like these, where Branch was genuinely smiling, that meant the world to her. Her gaze drifted around the vehicle, taking in the calming presence of everyone present. Branch was sitting on the couch, Floyd next to him and John in front of him, each wrapping an arm with bandages, while Clay sat on the steps of the ladder leading to John's bed, for whatever reason, hanging on the wall, ready to assist if the nursing duo needed anything. Bruce, however, was by the stove, using the limited ingredients he had to make a nutritious meal for Branch, muttering something about him being thin.

And Viva seemed to know what she was thinking. She squeezed her sister's hand, a silent 'let's leave them for now', which the younger girl seemed to understand without a single word said.

"Woah, Poppy, some beautiful flowers I just saw outside," Viva suddenly boomed, grabbing Poppy by her shoulder and eyeing Clay, "let's go pick some, huh, sis?"

The Pop Queen played along, "Great idea, Viva," she said loudly, copying her sister, "let's go right now!"

"Bye, guys!"

"Bye!"

And with that, the pink sisters were out, the sound of the door shutting behind them echoing through Rhonda.

"Well, that was weird," Bruce mumbled, earning a rather amused glance from Branch that he didn't notice.

Then it was silent, save for the soft clanking of the pans against the stove.

It took a few minutes of building up courage for Floyd to finally reach out a hesitant hand to Branch's shoulder. "We just want another chance," he said, his voice surprisingly calm. "Can we start over?"

Branch looked at each of his brothers, the years of solitude and abandonment clashing with the present moment. "Don't you get it? It's not that easy," he muttered, his voice stronger now. "You left a hole that isn't easy to fill."

"But we're here now," John interjected, setting his first aid kit aside. "And we're not going anywhere. Let us try to be a family again."

The room fell silent once again, the only sound being the crackle of the fire now. The dull troll took a deep breath, the warmth from the flames and his brothers' presence enveloping him. But he just couldn't.

"I don't… I don't know…"

"It's okay," Clay reassured him, joining the crowd. "It's okay to be confused, you know?"

"We've all been there," John added with a smile.

Branch paused.

"We know, things weren't easy for you, all those years…" Floyd chimed.

"We understand if you don't want to see our faces for a while," Bruce said, an attempt at humor that fell on deaf ears. "Just know that we're here now."

But the next words? No one was expecting to hear them.

"I missed you…" Branch whispered, his voice as small as the child he was twenty years ago, "I missed you every single day…"

Floyd frowned. "Branch…"

"Maybe it was the fact that you were still alive that made me angry…" Branch was now fighting against the tears threatening to fall. "I never wished for any of you death… I just didn't want to think that you were still out there… not looking for me…"

Clay hid his face behind his hands. "We know… we messed up…"

Branch nodded with a bitter chuckle. "Yeah, you really did."

John nudged him, ever so gently. "Hey, now, no need to wake our consciences up."

Branch closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the tears going back from where they came, seemingly evaporating before they could fall. In a single minute, the weight seemed to lift off his shoulders… off his chest. It felt nice. "But I still need time…"

His brothers exchanged glances, a silent promise passing between them. "We have all the time in the world," John said firmly. "We're not leaving again."

#Trolls #Trolls band together #Trolls John Dory #Trolls Bruce #Trolls Clay #Trolls Floyd #Trolls Branch #Feral Branch fic #Trolls fic #Fanfiction

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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Ello! Could you do one of the following? ok so either: an nsfw with like a sub!L with like kind of like- overstim themes or maybe bondage

or: maybe a more wholesome one, where L is like maybe feeling insecure about something or like a case or just mentally exhausted and reader decides to hype him up verbally and physically

btw sorry if this feels too formal- I’m trying to write this super quick!

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Hi friend! I think I'm going to go with the second option because I'm feeling particularly emotional tonight lol. Thanks so much for the submission!<33

While you're very aware your boyfriend is a dramatic creature, his incessant sighing this evening is too much even for him.

"L," You start as he sighs again with hands hovering over his keyboard, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright..." He said, distractedly and you watch as he deletes and entire paragraph.

Reaching over from where you're sitting next to him, you peel his hands off his computer and direct his attention towards you. "No, you're not. You've been sighing all evening and nearly biting a hole through your thumb."

He looks down at the teeth indents in his nail and bites his lips. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

His voice cracks through muffled groan and he drops his head. "Not particularly."

"Well, you're going to tell me anyways before I go all Watari on your ass and remove all your sweets."

He looks up at that and meets your eyes. For a second you think he's not going to tell you and then he sighs again and starts. "I don't know if I'm as intelligent or capable as I perviously thought."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that... maybe I can't solve every case. Maybe I'm not the greatest detective. Maybe I'm not even one of the greats."

At that you let out a small giggle. "You, L, my boyfriend, smartest man alive? Darling if you're not capable, there's no hope for the rest of us. You are the greatest of all of us. And even if you can't solve every case, you inspire the world to be better." You smile reassuringly and L's shoulder's ease a little.

"But what if I come across a case I can't solve? A man I can't put away?"

"Well then... something supernatural would have to be intervening." L chuckles and shakes his head lightly and you squeeze his hands to make him look at you, "But in all seriousness, my dear, if that were to happen, guess what else would? The world would keep spinning. Life would go on. Limits don't make you stoppable, they make you human."

L nodded and a little brightness returned to his being. "And I promise you, if you're stuck on a case and nothing seems to make sense, take a god damn nap. It will make thinking a lot easier."

L really laughed at that, one of those carefree, joyful laughs that made you laugh too. Then you leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair.

"But seriously, you can solve any case if you put your mind to it. I swear to god it's true."

L gave you smile and then his face changed. His jaw slacked, eyes widened and his cheeks twitched. "God! It's god!" He cried and turned to his computer with renewed rigor.

"His motive... Religion... zealot.." L murmured to himself as he typed with excitement flowing through out his body. You chuckled and patted him on the back as you stood up.

It seemed crazy to you that L would ever think he couldn't solve a case, has he met himself? Too smart for anyone... except maybe god.

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Personal Faults | Ultraman : Rising | PART TWO

Click here for PART ONE

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“let us take a moment of silence for my sanity, please. it is gone – but definitely not forgotten.”

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pairing ┆kenjisato x prof. sato assistant fem!reader ; kenjisato x citizen fem!reader ; kenjisato x positive manifesting fem!reader ; kenjisato x teleportating fem!reader. kenjisato x scar fem!reader

warnings ┆ mild cursing ; violence ; insecurities ; smut ; anxiety attacks ; drugs ; accident ; death ; emotional trauma ; mental trauma ; bullying ; injuries

genre┆slow - burn romance ; canon storyline ; puppy love ; chaotic fluff; smut ; flirting ; enemies to lovers trope.

Word count | 3,2K

Previously: We Flashbacked to a childhood memory of (Y/N) with Kenji Sato and now she's is currently sitting at her office watching a news updating that Ken Sato will be interviewed at a press conference later that evening.

"Catch an exclusive interview on the new member of the Giants - Ken Sato!."

The Television audio escalated the room of the admin office of a small company that had been watching the interview of Ken Sato. The workers were hyped for the interview.

All but one.

(Y/N) in her favorite (OC/C) sat at her desk across the room of the commotion and scrowled having to listen to the interview regardless of whether she liked it or not. She rolls her eyes and continues typing on her keyboard, rather roughly as her annoyance escalated to her skin.

Immediately, after the crowds cheers on the screen died down and the TV was switched off, (Y/N)'s phone buzzed on her desk, the bright screen lighting up with Ami-Sama's name as the caller ID.

"Hey Ami-Sama. How are you?" (Y/N) answers with high respect for the lady. The lady on the other end of the call, immediately started attacking her with questions rather than normalizing a greeting.

"Tell me something - how did you know Ken Sato's return was due to the loss of his mother? How did you know - When did thi -"

"I thought we came to an agreement that asking where my information came from was never to be asked." (Y/N) cut her off immediately.

"I'm asking because you have given me such personal... confidential information along with possible proof, unless you're a close relative or something of his or..."

Ami pauses slightly and whispers to the phone,

"Are you a childhood sweetheart that's been stalking him for all this while? I mean, you guys did go to the same elementary school. "

"You're getting in over your head." (Y/N)'s eyes twitched, almost disgusted, "I'd have a better time marrying a Kaiju than running after him."

"Alright Alright."

Ami laughed,

"I'm just pulling your leg. But what do I say if the boss asks? I can't be giving him the 'anonymous' excuse all the time you know."

"That's your problem. Not mines."

"C'mon (Y/N)!"

"Well," (Y/N)'s nose scrunched a little irritated, " Then just state it was your gut feeling after much research. Simple as that."

"Lame. But You're good with excuses."

"Very. To be honest this is one of the very few press conferences that he actually going to show up at. So make sure to get the most outta him if you want."

"You're telling me to go in right at the start with the info I have?"

Ami's voice perked stunned through the call,

"Aren't you the one who tells me I'm too forward?"

" Knock yourself out with him." (Y/N) responded monotonously, before grumbling inaudibly, "I need some answers too."

"What was that?"

"Nothin," (Y/N) sighed heavily, "I know you're not calling me for something so trivial. Is there any problem?"

"Kind of,"

Ami sighs with a little chuckle,

"My mom went for a check up today and I got to attend the press conference and afterwards I have a private interview scheduled with Ken Sato."

"Oh wow." (Y/N) smirked with a dark anticipation, " I can only imagine how his reactions going to be once he realizes you're a Tigers fan."

"I mean it is my job. It doesnt matter who i root for."

Ami laughed and further explains her purpose for the call,

"Anyways I wanted to know if you could pick my kid when you're getting Riku and Rin and fetch my mom as well."

"Sure. I'll pick the kids and Aunt up after work." (Y/N) looks to her watch on her hand and back at the paper work that just got dumped on her desk, "Let me know when your interview ends."

"Thanks, (Y/N)" Ami smiles a sigh of relief, "You're a life saver."

"Laters." (Y/N) smiled before hanging up as her facial expressions dropped to creases of tiredness as she phoned another number.

"Hi (L/N)!"

A cheerful elderly man's voice rang in her ears,

"How are you?"

"In a bit of a pickle, Professor Sato," (Y/N) rubs her neck with a tired smile, " I gotta pick my friend's kid and mom up with the little ones so I won't be able to come in tonight."

"No problem. No problem."

Professor Sato smiles,

"I understand. Get some rest (L/N).

"Yes . Also don't forget to take your medicine at 6." (Y/N) smiles sadly but the old man chuckles.

"I know. I know. I will. I'll see you tomorrow then. We need to retract the settings on the alarms and relocate. The current area is safe for today so like I said you are to take rest."

"Okay. Thank you Profess-"

BOOM!

A loud bang erupted through the office, causing (Y/N) to juggle her phone and slam it down her desk as a neatly attired broad shouldered man, kicked open his cabin door and stood with a furious expression.

"(Y/N) (L/N)! IN MY CABIN! NOW!" His eyes bloodshot with anger, his jaws clenched shut as he grit teeth. A stack of paper in his hands crinkled in his grasp.

Oh crap.

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"Itadakimasu" A cheer of thanking erupted in the (L/N) house.

The kitchen was aglow with the warm hues of the setting sun, casting a golden radiance upon the polished wooden table. The air was infused with the tantalizing aroma of simmering spices and sizzling meats, creating a mouthwatering symphony that danced through the senses. Plates adorned with an array of delectable dishes were meticulously arranged, their colors vibrant and enticing. The roasted chicken glistened with a lacquered sheen, its skin crispy and crackling. Beside it, a mountain of creamy mashed potatoes beckoned with their velvety smoothness, while a medley of steamed vegetables offered a burst of freshness.

Seated around the table, (Y/N) found herself in the company of her younger siblings. Oda, a brooding teenager of fifteen, appeared lost in another world as he donned his headphones, the music enveloping him in a cocoon of detachment. His disheveled (H/C) hair fell across his eyes, obscuring his distant gaze. Meanwhile, the twins, Riku and Rin, aged seven, exuded boundless energy as they chattered animatedly about their adventures at school. Their cherubic faces were adorned with wide smiles, their (E/C) eyes twinkling with innocent curiosity.

"We had alot of fun today!" Rin cheered happily, clapping her hand as she told the stories of their school activities of the day, "We did drawings and learnt how to write the different Kanas today! Then Teacher (T/N) played some games and she read 'Chi's Sweet Home' with us!"

"''Chi's Sweet home?'" (Y/N) blinked almost amazed, "I remember that back in elementary school. I didn't think they'd have that still in the curriculum..."

"Our teacher made us sing a song today!" Riku chimed, his (E/C) sparkling excitedly, a bit of roasted chicken smeared his cheek "Teacher (T/N) said one day I'm going to be a super star because I have an amazing voice!"

"Really now," (Y/N) chuckled, wiping his face with a handkerchief, "That's great."

"Oda! Oda!" Riku turned to his older brother, "Do you wanna hear the song Teacher (T/N) made us sing!?"

Oda was lost in his own world as he ate his food with his earphones on, his eyes fixated on the plate he ate from.

As the conversation swirled and intertwined only to stop at a complete halt, (Y/N) couldn't resist the mischievous urge that tugged at her. With a swift and stealthy movement, she reached out and playfully tugged at Oda's headphones, disrupting his sonic reverie. A look of annoyance flickered across his face, his brows knitting together in a momentary scowl. The music abruptly ceased, leaving a void that was filled with a palpable tension.

"Onee-chan!" Oda grumbled, his voice tinged with irritation, "Give them back!"

"No devices at the dinner table. I thought I said last night."

"You say it every night, Nee-chan!" Rin giggled cheekily.

Undeterred by his icy demeanor, (Y/N) pressed on, determined to bridge the growing chasm between them. With a gentle smile, she asked, "You came home rather late. How was school today, Oda?"

"The usual. Boring. Annoying and Loud.

"Right..." (Y/N) smiled uneasy. His response was curt and devoid of enthusiasm, as if he couldn't be bothered to engage in the conversation. A wave of disappointment washed over (Y/N), but she refused to let it dampen her spirits.

"I kinda wish I was back in high school. I got one heck of a lecture today," (Y/N) shared the details of her own day, "I accidently forgot to submit two files to the board of directors. The manager wasn't happy at all.

But he's never ever happy so it doesn't really make a difference. But I think he was more mad because the directors yelled at him for not checking the documents before I submitted. I have to work a couple of weekends again though."

Her words filled the space, floating in the air like delicate bubbles, only to be met with Oda's disinterested sigh, as he clenched clapped his hands in ending his dinner, his (E/C) eyes being overshadowed by his hair.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed."

"You're not gonna watch the Ken Sato interview?"

"I'll watch it in my room. Good night."

"Nights..." ( Y/N) whispered softly.

Meanwhile, the twins, blissfully unaware of the growing tension between their elder brother and sister, reveled in their own world of innocence and wonder. They giggled and playfully teased each other, their laughter like sparkling raindrops that washed away the heaviness that hung in the air. Their eyes shimmered with pure joy, their faces radiant with the glow of youth.

Silently, (Y/N) analyzed the scene before her. The contrasts were stark - the quiet brooding of Oda juxtaposed against the unbridled joy of the twins. The air crackled with unspoken words, emotions building like a gathering storm. But in that fleeting moment, as the clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of conversation filled the room, (Y/N) held onto a glimmer of hope, a belief that amidst the chaos of life, the bonds the family she gave up her dreams to will eventually bear the sweetest fruits in the end of the day.

Riku and Rin were just six - almost seven- years old. They barely understand the what's happening in their own house let alone the world.

As for Oda - he was a teenager now. Fifteen years old and probably complicating himself to understand the world.

Then there was Professor Sato. Whom she had promised her parents to assist with anything should they pass on.

Now the anything, she is assisting he Professor currently is basically everything. From the machines, devices and kaiju analysis to his health and his medications.

And now to his son's stubbornness and Ultraman stats.

Feeling the weight of her impending responsibilities, (Y/N) took solace in the act of nourishing her body. She nibbled at the food on her plate, savoring each morsel as if it held the answers to the questions swirling in her mind. The flavors danced on her tongue, a symphony of textures and tastes that momentarily transported her from the dissonance of the room.

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Later that night

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

(Y/N)'s phone rang besides her bed as she groggily grabs the phone without even opening her eyes.

"Hello."

"(L/N)! Thank goodness you're awake."

Prof. Sato ironically exclaims. (Y/N) was still half asleep.

"Hey Professor," (Y/N) rubs her eyes tiredly with a yawn from her bed" Whaatsup?"

"(L/N)! I need you to go the abandoned building on Akihariba!"

Professor Sato's elderly voice screeched on the call, rendering (Y/N) deaf on one side ear momentarily.

"Akihariba - got it-" (Y/N) stumbled drousily out of her bed and tapped her watch with blurry vision. A glowing blue screen of a hologram map pops up and she taps a few specific digits. A red dot appears on the screen that beeps before a bright light illuminated the entire room, leaving a burst of digital shards in her position where she was no longer present.

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The city slept and the moon cast its silver glow upon the busy evening streets. The air was filled with an hums of passing vehicles and the occasional loud musics of advertisements of the citys billboards that flashed frantically. In this bubbly urban landscape, the light from (Y/N)'s teleportation shimmered of digital shards in the air as she managed to manifest herself standing at the threshold of an abandoned building, its decaying facade looming before her like a forgotten relic.

During the years she assisted Professor Sato with kaiju tracking devices and technological projects. One of the devices was a teleportation watch which had actually been an accidental success caused by (Y/N). A successful watch that allowed her to jump space at the press of a button.The downside of this watch was that they were not certain as to what created the watch's ability to teleport its user and they were never able to recreate it.

"Alright Professor," (Y/N) arched her back as her feet landed to the ground with her phone at her ear, "I'm here... Akihariba... by the warehouse... what do I need to do?"

As she stepped inside, the darkness engulfed her, broken only by the pale moonlight filtering through shattered windows. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, as if the building itself held the secrets of a bygone era. The floor creaked beneath her feet, every step echoing through the empty corridors like whispers of forgotten memories.

"I - you - move- the equip-ment - im-im. Ul- Ul- Man's- in - wa-y! You- Crrrrrrrr."

"Urgh bad signal." (Y/N) groaned, her dark circles shadowing tiredness under her eyes. Today was supposed to be a rest day. But oh well. From what she gathered, she was supposed to move the equipment she had stored.

"Might as well get the equipment out. Maybe one of these delinquents are roaming around which is why Professor wants me to move them."

In the center of the dilapidated building, amidst the debris and dust, lay the remnants of her professor's important equipment. Covered with a worn cloth, they appeared like hidden treasures waiting to be discovered. The room seemed frozen in time, it had been abandoned for at least two decades, leaving behind a sense of unfinished business.

Carrying the equipment one by one by her gentle hands into one section of the room. After stacking them on top of one another as she prepared to make a teleportation jump back to her place, a sinking feeling washed over her.

"Crap! I used the teleportation device four times already!" She facepalmed herself, irritatwd towards herself itching her mind as it was already racing with the consequences of this discovery.

The realization striking like a lightning bolt - she couldn't use the teleportation watch more than four times or else the watch will glitch and keep resending her to her current location. And this abandoned building was amidst the city - walking around in plain sight with these high tech equipment would be disaster if the KDF spotted her.

"Let see if I can call the professor to send something over to - what the- "

CRASH!

Just as she was about to inform Professor Sato of the dire situation, a deafening crash and rumble reverberated through the building. The walls trembled and groaned under the weight of their own deterioration as a gigantic human sized figure skid across the buildings surrounding, and inclusive of the the one (Y/N) and the equipment currently occupied. In an instant, chaos erupted as the entire structure began to crumble, disintegrating into a cloud of dust and debris. (Y/N)'s survival instincts kicked in, and with a surge of adrenaline, she sprinted towards the exit, her footsteps pounding against the crumbling floor.

Ultraman groaned in pain as come bricks covered him like ants, and metal asbestos clanked around him as he sat up, unaware of the presence of the running girl and a loud roar erupted through the city.

A Kaiju taller than any of the buildings, it beautiful scales glistening in the moonlight bearing its sharp teeth and the city's giant hero.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I THOUGHT THE CURRENT AREA WAS SAFE TODAY!" She screeches, seeing the terrifying sight of the Kaiju.

She burst through the doors, stumbling and falling meters away from the collapsing building. Her heart pounded in her chest as she lay there, gasping for breath as she flung herself forward to the ground and covered her head. The sight before her was both devastating and surreal - the once-standing edifice now reduced to a heap of rubble and ruin as Ultraman gets up and continues his fight further away with the Kaiju.

As her eyes surveyed the wreckage, a mix of disbelief, anger, and frustration flickered across her face.

"Great... my life... is absolutely just...great," she mutters taking in deep breathes between her words, blowing her fringe off her face her voice laced with sarcasm.

She rose to her feet, her body trembling with a cocktail of emotions. With clenched fists and a furrowed brow, she began to rant to herself, her words a blend of exasperation as she started screaming her head like a maniac

"Can I go just one day!? ONE DAY WITHOUT DRAMA!? URGHHHH! The equipment! OH MY GOD! Theprofessorsgonnakillme-theprofessorsgonnakillme-hesgonnakillme-gonnakillme!"

A urgent amalgamation of panic and anxiety rushed through her blood as her eyes surveyed the wreckage, a wave of inner grievance for the equipment washed over (Y/N). Her heart raced, and a cold sweat formed on her brow. The sight before her was devastating, and there was no room for amusement amidst the chaos.

Her mind raced with any random excuse she could give to cover up her blunder with the watch. The weight of the situation bore down on her, and her chest tightened with a suffocating sense of despair.The reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling helpless and overwhelmed.

Eventually the emotion intensified so much she just gave up, and she released her wrung hands in anguish.

Finally, She claps her hands together and sighs ,calmly.

"Keep it together, (Y/N). There’s absolutely nothing you can do now, (Y/N) and nothing you couldve done." She speaks to herself in a rather cheerful tone, clapping her hands continuously as if she were two separate people, "My mental state is priority. And everyone else is minority! Positivity! Positivity!"

Despite her costant affirmation to herself of the situation she was currently in, she felt a desperate urge to salvage what remained, to fix the irreparable damage she had unintentionally caused.

Unfortunately, it got worse.

KDF helicopters started scouting the damage as they captured the rampaging Kaiju and Ultraman was no where to be seen.

" I really really hate my life!" (Y/N) cursed herself as a white light beamed towards her and instinctively hid under some rumble that covered the equipment and she checks her watch, that lit up the time.

23:45.

'Looks like I have to wait till they leave.' The (H/C) colored girl sighs, sitting down and bringing her knees up to her chin as she hugged her arms around her legs, hiding in the chaos of the city.

authors note | So I really enjoyed writing part 2 - as you can see Y/N is Over stressed and I have given her a high tech watch for teleportation. (We can't be having her like a plain jane with no special skill/ability) please feel free to give feedback - I'm open to criticism as I want to improve :)

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