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mateidontevenknow · 1 year

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ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE (the judgment day)

Ship: Rhea Ripley x Finn Balor x Damian Priest x OC (Fem)

The new member of The Judgment Day, Pt. 1

The Judgment Day was the most feared group in New York. A group of gang leaders banded together. A man called Edge realized their potential and attempted to become their leader, but Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest did not allow that, killing their founder. Later the duo became a trio as Finn Balor was invited to join. It was perfect.

Finn ran nightclubs all over the city while making money and collecting phone numbers. Damian had every law firm in the city wrapped around his finger as he transported drugs into the country. Rhea was a hired assassin while running half of the Black market. They were unstoppable.

Until now. Slowly, I've been making progress. I've stopped half of the drug trade, I've saved some of Rhea's victims and I even managed to rob Finn of half his fortune by hacking into JPMorgan Chase's systems. And the best part, is they don't know who I am.

Although my last project might've blown my cover. I'm an IT student with a degree in anatomy, and I specialize in human anatomy in combination with technology. My plan was to plant chips in the brains of two of Finn's men. With those, I could constantly know what he was up to. But my plan failed, Finn realized that something was off and Rhea killed the two men, finding my emblem on the pieces of tech. They now know my name, Elzette.

But I will tackle that disaster in the morning because I feel like I might die if I keep my eyes open for another second.

Rhea, Finn and Damian stood in Finn's condo, overlooking the city.

"We finally found the little weasel, Rhea can just go kill her."

"No Damian, it might be a trap, we know this girl is smart."

"A trap I can't get out of? Please..."

"That arrogance might cost you."

"Fine Finn, I'll take Dom with me."

"Ok, also do we want to kill her right away?"

"Honestly Rhea, I think a kidnapping might be better, we might even be able to get my money back."

"Sure, I can do that but I'm going to need some chloroform. If you can get that for me, I might even be able to do it tonight. I don't want to give her time to run."

Finn walked to his desk. He pulled open his drawer and grabbed a jar. He tossed it to Rhea.

"Well then, I'll bring her here. See you boys in a bit."

Rhea kissed both of them on the cheek before walking into the elevator. Waving at them as she dropped out of view.

Rhea decided that Dom wasn't really necessary. So she packed a few knives into her pockets and loaded her guns. In less than 30 minutes she had arrived in the right neighborhood. The apartment building was only a few plots down. She parked her car in an alleyway and found a small gap in between to buildings. She used that to climb up onto the roof. She jumped onto the next roof and next until she was stood on the right building.

She used a gutter to climbed down onto the girl's balcony. The curtains were still open. It didn't really matter if her victim saw her, she was doomed either way.

She was pleased to find the door was still unlocked. She entered the dark apartment, to find her victim asleep. She smiled at the woman on the bed, in only a sports bra and some shorts. She was gorgeous, but Rhea didn't dwell on that.

Instead she tied a rag around the woman's face, it was doused in chloroform. The woman had no reaction to it, so Rhea left it there. She picked the her up and carried the poor girl out to her car, deciding to tie her up there.

Rhea lay her down on the back seats, before opening the trunk to grab her black duffle bag. It had some rope in it.

For the first time, she appreciated the woman. Elzette was her name. With hair the color of blood styled to frame her face perfectly, she looked stunning. Shadows circled her eyes, showing a blatant lack of sleep, but Rhea could fix that.

She had two scars next to her eye, crossing each other perfectly. They worked together with her eyebrow, trapping her left eye in a box. Somehow, she made it look graceful. Judging by her figure, she was no stranger to the gym. She looked to be about 5'5.

I woke up to a large hand gently caressing my cheek, I leaned into the touch almost automatically.

"You were right, Rhea. She's cute."

"Agreed."

My eyes opened slowly, one at a time. And only when I saw Finn Balor crouched down in front of me did I realize my predicament. I was tied to a chair in a room with Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor and Damian Priest. Three people who want me dead. Three stunningly attractive people who want me dead.

"Pretty eyes as well."

Finn's hand moved upwards as he pulled at my skin. He raised my eyebrow to get a better look at my eye, his thumb resting right beneath it. I pulled away from him.

"Aww, you looked so comfortable ten seconds ago, what happened?"

I looked down at my lap, refusing to respond as my face turned red. Damian walked past me. He leaned his forearms on the back of the wooden chair before ducking down to talk to me.

"Don't look so sad. If you play our game, we'll untie you."

"And then you'll kill me."

Rhea cut in from the other side of the room.

"We wouldn’t kill a pretty face like yours."

I still didn't buy it, but I might as well try speeding up the process.

"How does this game work?"

"Don't worry about that, love."

Then I felt Damian's hands on my shoulders. He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Just play along."

"Wha-"

I was cut off as Damian's hands started moving, massaging my shoulders. I moaned softly. It felt good, too good.

"You've given me something."

"Painkillers. I had you tied up for about 22 hours. It could not have been comfortable."

"Poison."

Rhea grinned as she repeated herself.

"Painkillers."

"Aphrodisiacs."

"Maybe a little."

"Why?"

Damian pulled his hands away and as much as I hate to admit it; The aphrodisiacs weren't the only reason I missed his hands.

Rhea walked towards me before wrapping a blindfold around my head.

"You see, El." This woman dares to call me by a nickname. "There is something to be said about pain," I gasped as I felt a cold blade on my thigh. It made a thin cut, barely deep enough to draw blood. " and pleasure." I felt a hand in my hair, gently drawing circles on my nape. Ok, yeah pleasure, lots of it.

"Any moron can inflict pain and yes, it can be useful under the correct circumstances. Pleasure, on the other hand, is a valuable tool only the skilled can use. It walks right next to Anticipation and Fear, all three leaving footprints in the sand." To be honest, fuck metaphors.

"And how is that relevant to me?"

"Well, we realized that you are too dangerous to kill."

"I would love to know what that means."

"That means that you are dangerous enough to become one of us. We just need to convince you and judging by the way you melted into Finn's touch and how Damian's hands affected you, your body is already convinced. And if you don't believe me, we'll be happy to prove it to you."

I felt Rhea's lips on mine and I couldn't help but kiss back. I sighed in defeat, muttering to myself.

"Not good."

A hand in my hair, pulled my head back, exposing my skin to the other two vultures in the room. I felt Finn lowering himself onto my lap, straddling me as he sucked at the plain skin above my collarbones. I moaned as he found the sweet spot on my neck.

A large, gentle hand grabbed my chin, turning my head to the side. A pair of lips smashed into mine, it was Damian's. I felt his stubble on my chin. I gasped as I felt Rhea's tongue leave a wet trail beneath my jaw. Damian took this opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss as Finn sucked at my neck, probably leaving a few marks.

Then it stopped.

I felt Rhea's hand against the side of my neck. She pressed a kiss to the top of my head before she disappeared as well. I whined, missing the contact.

"No, please..."

No one replied.

They left me there. I couldn't see, my mouth was too dry to yell and I couldn't move at all. The cold set in, making my fingers go numb. I shivered every few minutes, desperate for a little bit of warmth. I didn't know how much time had passed but it was definitely more than an hour. I could feel the ropes digging into my skin. For the first time, it bothered me.

All I could do was wait.

And then I heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps, it only sounded like one person. I was overjoyed. Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Nah, I knew they were hot long before they kidnapped me.

Then I felt hands on my arms, gently rubbing some warmth into my skin. It felt nice, comforting in a way. Soothing like the rich sound of Damian's voice.

"Are you ready to join our ranks? Or do you need more persuasion?"

I only shook my head, not quite ready to give in.

"You refuse? Three hours ago you begged us not to leave you and here you are turning us away."

I don't know why he sounded so heartbroken, but it was enough to make me be honest with him.

"I-," I gulped, "I don't know."

"Fine, I’ll make it an easier decision. You join our ranks and recieve all the benefits that come with that or we hold you hostage until you eventually agree."

"You're not gonna kill me if I refuse?"

"No."

I let out a breathe of relief. That sounded genuine enough.

"What are those benefits you mentioned?"

"Protection, from those who want you dead. And that list is long."

I contemplated for a few seconds. He was right, that list is long and growing. I bit my lip, trying to weigh the pros against the cons.

I didn't want to admit it, but I needed this. Not for money, power or even protection. I needed it so I could feel as if I'm a part of something. I needed it so I wouldn't be as miserable and as lonely as I was before.

"I'll leave you to think it over."

He squeezed my shoulder before walking to the door. I panicked, not wanting to sit alone in the cold anymore.

"No, please don't leave."

He stopped dead in his tracks, watching as I tried to collect myself. My voice suddenly sounded watery.

"I'll join."

My head hung as he knelt in front of me. I shivered, the cold stinging my skin. He took the blindfold off, tilting my head so he could look me in the eye. My eyes were suddenly red.

"Why is this so difficult?"

"It's nothing. I'm just very good at making myself cry. It's fine."

He wiped the tear off my cheek with his thumb. I leaned into his touch and he stood up, revealing Rhea and Finn who were stood in the doorway.

I hung my head again not wanting to face them with teary eyes and a quivering lip. Finn took Damian's spot infront of me, both hands cupping my face. Rhea approached me with a knife, making me flinch as she brought it a little too close to my face. She started cutting the ropes that tied my arms to my sides while Damian untied my legs.

Finn kissed me softly, gently pressing his lips to mine. When he pulled away, another tear rolled down my cheek. This is my breaking point. I stared at the wall behind Finn with glass eyes as he wrapped his jacket around me. I let Damian lift me out of the chair.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me with ease, a hand under each of my thighs. He carried me out of the cold room and into an elevator. Rhea and Finn followed. Rhea pressed the button in the elevator for floor 6, the top floor.

I buried my face in Damian's chest, feeling a hand rub soothing circles into my back. I felt pathetic. I felt like a little girl again, unable to control my emotions and desperate for any kind of affection.

The elevator stopped and Damian carried me to a couch, putting me down as I let go of his neck. Rhea sat down on my right, letting me slump against her. Finn sat down on my left. Rhea lifted me up into her lap before Finn picked up my legs, making those go over his as he moved closer. Throwing an arm over Rhea's shoulders, he let her put her head on his shoulder. I leaned against Rhea with my head in the crook of her neck while I pulled Finn's jacket tighter around me.

Damian returned with a blanket and a box of tissues. He threw the blanket over the three of us before sitting on Rhea's right and put the box of tissues on the coffee table infront of the couch. He put his left arm on the backrest of the couch, using his other hand to rub my side.

It was warm, cozy even. Here I am, seeking safety and compassion from the people I sought to destroy. For months, I've schemed against them, trying to make their empire crumble. Yet, here I am, cuddled up against them, tears rolling down my face. Pathetic.

AN: This post was inspired by a series of another creator, igncrxntripley. Go show their account some love.

"If you want to talk about it, we'll listen. If you don't, that's fine too."

#the judgment day #oneshot #poly relationship #mafia au #why is everyone hot #why am i like this #finn balor #damian priest #rhea ripley #mami rhea

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ourgirlworld · 3 months

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how to get a victoria's secret angel's body.

all bodys are different and work in different ways. height and genetics do play a role in weight loss BUT so does diet and working out. if you use my tips you may get an angels body but, it may take up to a year. everyone starts somewhere so if your heavier now you'll loose faster. go at your own pace. if you can't do a workout don't quit, just modify it. remember it's okay to mess up and eat a few chips but, that doesn't mean it's okay to have a "fuck it" mindset and binge. i wish you girls lots of luck on your weight loss journey!

WORKOUT

i know, i know you don't want to workout but, you won't get an angels body without it. you can start slow and easy and then do hard and fast paced workouts. for example you could do 10 minutes of dancing everyday and each week add 10 minutes. i recommend cardio and pilates. for cardio the angels like to go on walks, jump rope, and light jogs but, not fast paced running as it will make you hungrier and your more likely to injure yourself. make sure to take breaks and drink a lot of water! for pilates, the angles have trainers but, you can either go to a studio or do mat pilates. most of the angels do mat pilates. you can find classes on youtube for free. i recommend move with nicole (explains everything very well, her voice is SO calming, and has tons of videos for different levels.), lottie murphy (very good for beginners, and explains things clearly.), and lidia mera (better for more advanced people as she doesn't talk during them, work very well and make you sweat.). i recommend getting a yoga mat and resistance bands if you can! resistance bands do help build and tone muscle faster and a yoga mat is a definite need especially if your on a hard floor. once you have better stamina and can do harder workouts i recommend trying the "38 step victorias secret model workout". also remember STRETCH!!! stretch before and after EVERY workout, it leans out your body and muscles and is just good for your body.

DIET

dieting is hard, i know but, to have an angel's body you need to. you need to be a calorie deficit to lose weight. a calorie deficit is burning more calories than you eat. the angels all eat different things but, stay have the same type of diet (usually). they eat 3 times a day and most of them talk about their love for food and how they still snack. my tips for cravings and snacking are: find a healthier alternative to it, let yourself eat it once in a while it's okay, and eat bigger meals so your not as hungry. for breakfast you should have a smoothie, oatmeal, granola and fresh fruit with low-fat greek yogurt, or grain bread with low-fat cottage cheese and fruit (my personal fav!!). for lunch you should have chicken with rice, a salad with chicken, or a veggie soup. for dinner you should have something with a lot of protein to keep you full all night for example, soup, chicken and rice, grilled fish/chicken with fresh veggies. your meals should be four to five hours apart. when you eat breakfast in the morning your metabolism speeds up so you may be hungrier during the day. make sure to drink plenty of water! i recommend 2 liters to start off. some of the angels drank 1-5 gallons a day which is NOT safe and very dangerous. 1 gallon is good at MAX.

GOOD LUCK ANGELS!!

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seabreeze2022 · 1 year

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2023 Bahama Cruise. Part 30. May 18. Current Cut, Spanish Wells, Royal Island, Eleuthera. Berry Islands.

The photo above is Nancy as the “Dinghy Commander” driving by the docks at Spanish Wells. “Dinghy Commander” gets to drive the boat. Pick the direction to hit the waves. The speed to hit the waves. Wether or not everyone gets wet or stay dry. They also have to bail the dinghy out as soon as they get in. Plus have to start the engine with the starter cord. Sometimes it starts on the first pull. Sometimes you pull the starter rope twenty times and change arms in between.

We left Hatchet Bay at daybreak, to make it through Current Cut with a minimum of current, planning on a transit of 1230. We slowed down by furling the jib. Then we slow down some more. We hit Current Cut a couple of minutes early. I would prefer to have the 1 knot ebb current (in our favor) than an 8 knot current in our face. It worked out pretty well using Nassau tides I wanted to transit 1 hour 15 minutes after Nassau. Which I did at 1230 on the dot. Since this is also a wind driven current. I had a 1 kt. current pushing we through. Could have gone through at 1 hour 30 minutes, I will plan on that next time.

Here is the Current Cut from deck level, this is the Bug-a-Boo of cuts.

This is “Current Pride” docked in the middle of the cut!

This is part of the fishing fleet at Spanish Wells. If you have eaten at a Red Lobster the lobster was probably caught by the guys at Spanish Wells. They catch 75% of all the Lobster in the Bahamas. I hear they put out 20,000 lobster condos each year. Three or four families will go in and and operate a boat for 2-3 weeks at a time, probably more.

This is the cleanest settlement in the entire Bahamas. We did not see a single beer bottle or can on the side of the road. There are no half built houses. There are no old tabby built home shells with trees growing on the inside. After a quick walk around half the town we went back to the dinghy.

We were docked right next to the only haul out in the Bahamas. It had both a slipway dragging a fishing boat inland (top left photo) then dropping in a bridge behind it. And a lift big enough to haul out a large Catamaran (top right).

We left Spanish Wells and sailed west towards our jumping off anchorage the next morning. The winds were almost nonexistent. We sailed at a leisurely 1-2 knots. Meaning you would have walked to the corner and had to wait 10 minutes on us to get there. Hey! We didn’t burn any diesel. And we still got there in time. You know you are in the slow lane of life when you can sail that slow and joke about it.

We turned on the engine and motored inside of Royal Island Harbor, just to check it out for future wind events. There was one monohull sailboat anchored inside. It was named “Serenity”, no way I could anchor in his harbor and disrupt his serenity. We quickly exited, turning right to West. Anchoring amongst the other sailboats waiting for a crossing in the morning.

This is Royal Island. We anchored just west of the resort. Nancy swam the anchor and then a coral head behind us. She comes back asking for the pole spear, because there are 3 invasive Lion Fish on the coral head.

Nancy is bringing back the Lion Fish she speared. Holding the Lion fish out of the water, so it does not attract sharks with the vibrations of its death. She calmly swims back to the boat and gives me the fish, before going back for more. I guess the others took a lesson from that and left.

Sunrise over Royal Island, up anchor and away! 50 mile day to the Berry Islands. The catamarans slept in because they are fast enough to make it before sunset.

Easy passage. Winds off our port quarter all day. Flying the mainsail and jib till noon. Then dosed the jib. Yeah, we motor sailed 11 hours. But it was a smooth crossing. Some sargassum weed not much. Waiting to see how much we will see in the Gulf Stream. This year is one of the worst years on record for sargassum weed. Wednesday afternoon we pulled into the lee of Soldier Cay, next to two motor boats.

While I did 3 hours of water making on Thursday. Nancy swam to shore. After walking the small beach she snorkeled back to the boat.

This is the mature King Helmet shell (Cassis tuberosa) she found. We never take live shells, only dead ones. This will clean up nice with a little muriatic acid. A shark followed her a ways back to the boat. She figured she may have to bop the shark on the nose with the shell. Don’t mess with her when she has a prize shell! She is thinking afterwards that it was a Lemon Shark. Definitely not a Bull shark. The Bulls account for more shark attacks in the Bahamas than any other shark.

We moved due west to the east side of Ambergris Cay. There the waves eased up and we put the engine on the dinghy. Then we motored to the south end of Ambergris Cay and anchored. We proceeded during low tide to walk and beach comb south. Wading across a small creek to Money Cay. Here there were many chunks of coal from a nearby wreck. We took several photos along the way.

Creek separating Ambergris Cay from Money Cay.

The black item is a piece of coal from a nearby wreck. Only on Money Cay did we see these embedded in the rocks. The wreck should be nearby. Plus there were many bottles. Maybe a couple were were from the wreck. Most were not that old.

Nancy chilling for a bit at low tide.

Only ones for miles of beach at low tide. I think we will stay another day.

Nancy with her beach combing finds.

Mother Natures sand art.

Here are the treasures of the day beach combing. Auger shells are the long orange shells. The biggest shell is a Milk Conch. The prize of the day was the white shell at the bottom left of the photo. It is in the Scotch Bonnet family of shells. The bottles may very well have come from the wreck off shore.

We planned on doing more beach combing and dinghy rides through the cuts the next day. When we woke up the seas had picked up. After breakfast, we decided to motor counter clockwise around the the Berry Islands and head to the lee of Great Harbor. That took 5 hours. Just after a fierce storm blew through we headed in by dinghy to get 15 gallons of diesel. Hector was kind enough to stay open a couple of minutes after four and top off our jerry jugs. We are now set for the final push home on Saturday. We will anchor on the Bahama Bank about 20 miles closer to home on Saturday night. Sunday we will move the rest of the way across the shallow Bahama Bank and anchor up near South Riding Rock. Either Monday or Tuesday, both look like easy motor sailing days crossing of the Gulf Stream. Our Bahama Cruise 2023 is winding down. During the next 3 days will be off the grid, no internet, no weather updates. Wish us well!

S/V Sea Breeze

#seabreeze2022 #seabreeze2023

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livingthevibrantlife · 1 year

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WE ARE BRAVE! RESTING IN THE SHELTER

Since the beginning of January we have been talking about setting goals for our entire health, including our soul (mind, intellect, emotions, will), spirit and body. All three of these areas are intertwined, the health of each one affecting all the other areas. If one area is weak or out of balance, all the other areas suffer. Experience the class with us now!

Here’s a recap of our month (click on each one for more in depth discussion in one of our other blogs):

Week 1: Keep moving! God made our bodies to move.

Week 2: Increase strength, we need strength for balance, strong bones and stamina to do the tasks we are called to do for our families, friends and the community.

Week 3: Increase flexibility by stretching and letting God stretch us! We need to be flexible in our thinking, giving others grace and also stretching our bodies helps with balance and keeps us safe from injuries.

Week 4: This week we bring it full circle with the last needed element which is rest. Rest comes in many forms, and it doesn’t always mean to sit still: there is a rhythm to life of moving, strengthening/growing, stretching and rest. Just as God created the world in 6 days - a very intense endeavor I’m sure (at least looking at it from a human perspective) - He also rested on the 7th day giving us a pattern for our lives. Being human, we also need rest daily, not just once a week.

Our life and all of our activities vary in intensity at times. Just as our faith at times is more “alive” and intense, at times we can feel dry and even discouraged. But we remember that no matter how we feel, God is always the same and we know we won’t be stuck forever. Keeping this in mind and embracing the ebb and flow of our lives can help to keep us motivated in all these important areas of our health.

The Bible is full of encouragement on the subject of rest. Here are a few of my favorite scriptures (instructions!):

“Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” ‭‭Matthew‬ ‭11‬:‭28‬ ‭NLT‬‬

“It is useless for you to work so hard from early morning until late at night, anxiously working for food to eat; for God gives rest to his loved ones.” Psalms‬ ‭127‬:‭2‬ ‭NLT‬‬

One of the more popular types of exercise today interestly includes rest during the workout. The following information comes from the website sited below (1)

Interval training is a type of training exercise that involves a series of high-intensity workouts interspersed with rest or relief periods. The high-intensity periods are typically at or close to anaerobic exercise, while the recovery periods involve activity of lower intensity. Also known as HIIT which involves short bursts of intense exercise alternated with low intensity recovery periods. Interestingly, it is perhaps the most time-efficient way to exercise. Typically, a HIIT workout will be 10–30 minutes in duration.

The HIIT cardio workout does not usually require any training equipment. The following ten exercises do not need any expensive heavy equipment other than the rope, which is easily available at home.

Burpees. Burpees is a two-part exercise that involves a push-up, followed by a leap in the air. ...

High Knees. High Knees is another easy exercise with no requirement for training equipment. ...

Lunge Jumps. ...

Jumping Jacks. ... one of our class favorites. Experience now in this week’s class on YouTube

Mountain Climbers. ...

Rope Jumping. ...

Push-ups. ... Another class fav

Side Jackknife….

Russian Twist

TRX Pull-up

Benefits of High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) Workout

Research says that HIIT cardio workouts can burn a lot of calories in a short amount of time.

HIIT cardio workout has an impressive ability to increase your body’s metabolic rate for hours even after exercise. One study has shown that HIIT can continue improving your metabolic rate for hours after training. As a result, it helps burn calories even after a workout session. Another research indicates that HIIT might shift the body’s metabolism away from consuming carbohydrates and toward using fat for energy.

HIIT cardio workout also helps increase muscle mass if done with the right weights and technique in specific individuals.

HIIT cardio workout also improves an individual’s oxygen consumption capacity. One research indicated that participants who did 20-minute HIIT workouts four days a week for five weeks increased their oxygen intake by 9%.

Research suggests that high-intensity exercise may benefit people at risk of type 2 diabetes. HIIT cardio workout also lowers blood sugar levels in diabetic individuals. HIIT also improves insulin resistance compared to normal exercise.

Research suggests that HIIT can lower heart rate and blood pressure in those who are overweight or obese groups where high blood pressure is widespread.

(1) https://www.healthifyme.com/blog/10-best-hiit-cardio-workout-for-weight-loss/amp/

There are lots of other great ways to find rest with exercise such as alternating body part focus; one day focus upper body and one day lower body - or - focus on biceps/triceps with squats one day, and chest/back with standing or walking in place the next day. Another way is strength training with stretching and cardio on alternate days.

And of course a relaxing, gentle walk is always soothing to the soul and can loosen up sore muscles. It can actually be a way to rest our minds - get outside, soak up the sun (or rain!) and enjoy God’s creation all around you

Lastly, in whatever you do to find your rest for your body, your mind and soul, and your spirit, do it all in the shelter of the Most High who promises to give you rest.

“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭91‬:‭1‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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seumascowan · 1 year

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Peripheral Heart Action Training 2: Eclectic Boogaloo

After a bit more consternation than this whole deal is probably worth, I’ve decided to refine my previous PHA program and roll with that for a bit. It fits my current goals, motivations, and frankly what’s fun at the moment. Obviously all this can change in a minute, but I’m currently defaulting to higher intensity, higher volume work rather than the opposite. I wrote a bit more in depth about PHA here.

Essentially, I’ll keep a few things fluid, allowing me to make changes as needed or if a movement isn’t working with the sequence or whatever. But I’ll do my best to stick to the basic principles of the program. I will continue to alternate weeks between Body By Rings and PHA, which should just about cover every goddamned variation of every movement I enjoy doing — while hopefully keeping myself as injury free as possible, even though my shoulder’s range of motion is still sub-100%. I’ve kept that in mind as well.

Alright, here the fuck goes. I've explained prior, but the program is broken into 3 sequences. Gajda's protocol called for 10 circuits of each sequence with no rest before moving onto the next sequence; 10 circuits there, then to sequence 3. Because I fucked with this before and it sufficiently whipped my ass, albeit with different lifts, but I'll be starting with 5 or 6 circuits in each sequence (reps below).

PHA1 — Monday, Wednesday, Friday Warmup - 6-7 minutes airbike Sequence 1 (S1) BW or Goblet squats x 5 Ring push-ups x 10 Knee crunches x 15-40 Kb overhead press x 3-8

Sequence 2 (S2) Kb snatch x 3 Crunches x 10-40 Shrugs (Kb/Band/Db) x 10 [Last circuit as a finisher] Ring flys x 15

Sequence 3 (S3) Kb jerk x 3 Pull ups x 5-15 [Core move] Flutters x 10-40 Kb cleans x 3

PHA2 — Tuesday, Thursday Warmup - 5 minutes rower Sequence 1 (S1) Kb racked squats x 3 Ab rollouts x 10-15 RDL or Good mornings x 10 Kb high pull x 3-5

Sequence 2 (S2) Kb swings x 5-10 Pavel planks x 10 second hold Forearm rope x 1 each rotation [Last circuit as a finisher] Db incline flys x 15

Sequence 3 (S3) Ring deadlifts x 3 Kb slingshots or sub x 5-10 Push ups x 10-20 Jump rope x 50-100 reps

Saturday, Sunday Kb sessions or boxing or HIIT Clips here are from the 6th circuit of each Sequence from PHA1. It is likely I will change out one or both of the crunches. Not much of a fan of their efficacy, and I have a tendency to get legit charley horse (horses?) in my abs, which fucking blow.

Back to the A-Z catalog, landing on The Beatles. I've never been a Beatles fanboy, but certainly dig some of their songs. I chose "Come Together" more because it fit the time for the clips, but also pretty good tune.

Longer post, so if anyone made it this far, thanks for reading.

Happy 2023 and all that shit.

Hugs and crap.

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circaoak · 1 year

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Hanafuda | Our story starts with a six-year-old

Being six years old for a lot of people isn't very memorable, hell some people only have one or two memories from that time, or they weren't even sentient yet. as chance would have it our story is a memory from a six-year-old girl in the mountains of Japan. Some parts may be missing or blurred but this is the best she could recount the events of that night.

She remembered how cold it was on that January morning. A mixture of distracted and sleeping adults surrounded her on the snowy clearing, the sun dared not to peak over the mountain. Her father, a tall, scarred man danced gracefully with eighteen lit torches surrounding him. This was an old and sacred tradition performed every new year by the person who bares the mark and holds to earrings. She attended each one with her siblings and family.

She looked up to her mother, the poor woman was exhausted. Not only did she have to manage four children but managed them whilst being heavily pregnant with twins. The minute she sat down, and her sister-in-law gave her the okay to relax she was out like a light. The flickering lights from the torches illuminated her dark skin beautifully.

She then glanced at her siblings; her two eldest siblings were basically dog-piled on top of each other whilst her younger sister was curled into their mother, and she herself was snuggled into the dog-pile before she woke up. Her siblings ran such a muck around the clearing from playing with the adult to copying their father's dance that the moment the four took a moment to slow down they all passed out. Hell even in her groggy haze she confused her own father for one of the many flickering flames.

Only she and her father remained awake. The girl scanned the clearing, trying to find something fun to do by herself when something caught her attention. Eyes that mirror her own.

She didn't scream or wail as you'd expect instead, she gave the stranger a warm and welcoming smile. The stranger unexpectedly returned her warm smile. The girl was able to get a good look at the stranger, he was taller than her but shorter than her father, he had short black and burgundy hair flecked with gentle snowflakes and his earrings. They looked like her fathers! Maybe he was a cousin that got lost? all of her cousins wore the same earrings as her father.

She looked at what he wore, hoping to be able to place him with a member of the family from earlier in the day, the black and green haori he wore definitely didn't look warm enough for this weather, he'd freeze to death before she was able to ask which Kamado family he was from.

So, the girl stood on the hard floor of dirt, her heavy bright pale-yellow blanket gathered sloppily in her arms, and stumbled her way to the stranger. But he turned toward the mountain, their eyes locked once more before he nodded his head up the mountain. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the boy puzzled, however, jumped into action as the stranger jogged into the dense wood of the mountains. Without hesitations, she heaved the blanket higher and dashed after him, making sure to keep the haori in her sights as she followed him.

Now, this little girl listened to her mother very carefully when it came to mountains, she knew just how dangerous they were. especially when you get lost, so one of her mother's rules for the mountains was simple. List four landmarks. That's exactly what she did as she passed some, she'd mentally note the marks.

1. A tree with a scrap of blue fabric

2. A rope tied to a fallen log

3. An old woven basket

4. A large clearing

This clearing is where she came to a halt, the trees extremely dense surrounded the opening of the cleaning, and the freshly fallen snow dared not to touch the exposed area that cushioned a monstrous boulder, this boulder sat untouched except for a thick rope that wrapped around it. As the small girl came to the clearing, she felt like her throat was tightening, her breath became visible as she slowed down to a halt at the edge of the clearing. The boy stood Infront of the boulder, his back towards her and a black mass lay Infront of him. She clenched her blanket before calling out to him.

"Um...Sir?"

The stranger turned to face her; his warm smile now laced with pride however his eyes now held a sorrowful pity. He sat down on his knee next to the mass, the falling snow making the scene look like a painting.

"Sweetie, come here" he held his hand out to the girl, and she slowly approached the stranger, she took his outstretched and calloused hand and sat in front of him. It was deathly quiet, the tinkling of bells and the cracking of fire no longer echoed, the only noise was the soft ghosts of the wind going through the branches of the surrounding trees.

The stranger squeezed her hand before speaking, not wanting to scare the little thing.

"I know this might seem very strange." The girl nodded at his statement " But you're the only one I could trust, the only one who was able to see me" he then pulls down the fabric on the mass. It was a man! The man was rugged that's for sure, with long shaggy black hair with a yellow mask. His black shirt was torn to shreds! oh gosh, he'd freeze!

The girl quickly threw the blanket over the top of the man after noticing his shivering. She leaned over, spreading the blanket evenly as she could. The stranger watched the girl's unknowing kindness with utter pride. He knew he chose the right Kamado for the job.

"Sir?" The stranger hummed as he watched the girl settle back onto her knees with a worried look warping on her face. "Do...do you know him?" he shook his head no. However, he opened his mouth to speak, but something stopped him.

A noise echoed throughout the clearing; it was another man and this one smells's twelve times worse than the one that lay next to them.

"Hehe, little girl. Give that boy here will Ya?" the man demanded; the little girl looked to the stranger only to find him missing. She then came to the understanding; she was protecting the man who she gave her blanket too to from the one who smelt awful. She had a sudden sense of bravery; the man was knocked out and unable to save himself who knows what this smelly man was going to do to him? She shakily grabbed a stick that was close by before standing up. The girl slowly got into a familiar position one that her father had taught her well. Since her quirk had come in two years ago, her family had been training the girl in swordsmanship.

"No!" she yelled, her brave tone of voice being betrayed by the quaking of her body, she didn't know if it was from fear or from the cold. The unconscious man slowly opened his eyes, his sight blurry. He sees a small girl with intense curly burgundy hair standing in front of him, defending him from the villain that sent him flying into the private mountain.

The kamado family raced to find the little girl, the family separated into four groups to help find her faster. One group searched the house, the other the base of the mountain and the surrounding Forrest of the clearing calling out to the girl, tears in their eyes. The last group grabbed their swords, including the exhausted father, and raced up the mountain. Her anxiety-riddled mother yelled the girl's name pleading for her to come home. The father and Uncle paused as they came up to the broken weaved basket, whilst they could hear her mother cry out, they caught a scent.

They caught the little girl's scent of hot chocolate and raspberries.

A sense of calm came over them, relieved that the girl was still on the mountain, however that calm was quickly diminished by terror.

Two unfamiliar scents soiled the mountain air.

"What are you going to do about huh?" the man roared, his entire arm morphing into stone. It reminded the little girl of the dinosaur she had seen in her older brother's book, she breathed in. Widening her stance and letting the oxygen excite her blood cells, a hissing sound came from her mouth as she inhaled, around her frail stick she felt the licks and drops of water hit her skin, she looked the gross-smelling man in the eyes. The unconscious man's grey eyes widen in shock as water surrounded the fragile stick. He looked up again the burgundy hair going in and out of focus, he even swore he saw another figure beside her.

''Water breathing first form: Water Surface Slash!" the little girl sprinted forward, the stick angled so it wouldn't break, the water that once surrounded the stick now trailed behind it adding speed and momentum to the swing. The sleepy man squeezed his eyes shut waiting to hear the cries of the small girl...

only to hear the wail of the villain, his eyes snapped open he let out a painful gasp as he saw the man flying into the trees behind him and away from the clearing.

The sleepy man looked on in awe as the girl panted, the stick falling from her grasp, her body stiffens and quickly turns to him their eyes met for the first time. Aizawa felt.... warm? It was like the sun had just come through the storm clouds, its rays falling gently on his face. Her gaze broke from him, eyes shifting to behind him.

"Ryuko!" a woman's voice screamed. You could hear the sound of pure relief in her voice.

"RYUKO!" an older man's voice cried, two figures ran past him. A woman with darker skin wearing an orange traditional kimono pulled the girl into what seemed like a bone-crushing hug, the extra belly crushing the girl even more. Whilst a man who was a carbon copy of the little girl dressed in dancer's clothes pulled both girls into his arms.

''Ryuko Kamado don't you ever do that again!" the woman cried; tears rushed down her cheeks "what happen to your face!" she turned to face the man before asking him " you dont think...do you?"

''But mama, that boy told me to follow him, to save the sleepy man!'' The man who must be her father turned to the half-unconscious man.

"Kiyoshi do you think you can take care of him? call the others to help you carry him. I'll deal with the pig." Aizawa's vision began to blur, the figures of the two girls huddled together, and the older woman, her mother, wrapped her arm tightly around her offspring watching as her husband's sword was covered in a brilliant light.

"Sir, sir can you hear me, hey! Marlee-....call the boys....hey!" a new voice called out, getting slowly drained out as Aizawa slowly fell into Unconsciousness

Ryuko Kamado......Who exactly are you?

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atlabeth · 3 years

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kiss the girl (please) - kiara carrera x fem!reader

summary: You and Kiara are both head over heels for each other, but there's just one problem — you think she likes John B, and she thinks you're into JJ.

a/n: so if you have even looked at my account in the past couple of days you'll know that i started watching obx!! and i fell in love w/ all the characters so obv i had to write something for it. pls go gentle on me as this is my first time writing for them and im only like, halfway thru season 1

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, small argument between kie and the reader but it's all fluff i promise (also no proof reading but you should expect this by now)

wc: 5.1k woo this got away from me

Your alarm went off, and you groaned as you blindly fumbled around for your phone. The snooze button was tempting, but you had already hit it one too many times. If you wanted to actually do something other than house chores today, then you had to actually start being productive. You might’ve been a Kook, but your dad believed in ‘hard work builds character’ to an annoying extent.

Today, you were starting a very exciting day off with the very exciting task of washing your dad’s truck off. Your brother had taken it off-roading with his friends and totally fucked it up, and somehow you had ended up with the task of hosing it off. What a joy.

After changing into clothes more appropriate for both the summer heat and car washing, you unraveled the hose from behind the house and got to work. Around thirty minutes in, though, the dulcet tones of one John Booker Routledge and the revving of an engine that always seemed to follow him began to permeate the air — sure enough, the man himself along with JJ and Pope were floating past your dock.

John B cupped his hands around his mouth as he yelled, lowering his voice in a shitty imitation of a loudspeaker. “This is your captain speaking, and he is requesting that our dear friend gets off of her ass before she misses the HMS Pogue!”

You rolled your eyes, though unable to stop the smile on your lips, as you pointed the stream of water towards them in an attempt to show your feigned annoyance. “I’m not on my ass, thank you very much. And John B, some of us have better things to do than start every morning on your little dinghy!”

He held his hand up to his heart in mock betrayal and gasped. “I will have you know, this is a top of the line skiff, and I will not have you disrespecting it in such a way!”

“You’re telling me you’d rather wash your dad’s car—” JJ stood up from his spot on the bow and flexed his muscles in classic JJ fashion, fixing you with a classic JJ grin, “—than spend the day with this?”

You laughed and raised your brows at Pope as you turned the water off and started wrangling the hose in. “Whaddya think, Heyward? Should I ditch my dad for these idiots?”

“You always do,” he said with a smile that quickly morphed into a sigh. “And uh, so do I. I’m never gonna get those fish cleaned if they keep roping me into these mornings.”

“Come on!” John B yelled, revving the engine a bit as he floated closer to your dock. “If you leave before your dad gets here, then technically, you’re not ditching him.”

“You make a compelling point,” you admitted as you dried your hands off on your jean shorts, tossing aside the hose before you started walking over to the dock. You jumped on with a hand from JJ and took your usual seat against the side. “Full speed ahead, captain!” John B appeased you in mock salute and took off.

“Y’know, you’re the lamest Kook I’ve ever met,” JJ teased. “Everyone else I know is barely ever home during the summer, but you’re such a stickler for the rules I can hardly believe you hang with us.”

You rolled your eyes again and gave him a wry smile. “What can I say? My only aspiration in life is to wash cars — you guys are just a stepping stone.” JJ snorted and you plucked his hat from his head, only winking at his sound of protest as you placed it on your own. “By the way, where’s Kie? You guys usually get her before me.”

“Her folks said she had to work for at least half her shift before blowing it off for the day,” John B explained. “We’re circling back now to pick her up; hopefully she’s thought of a way to give ‘em the slip by the time we get there.”

You nodded and settled back for the ride, trying your hardest not to let your mind wander but ultimately giving in.

You didn’t exactly know when you started feeling… that way about Kiara, but it was a crush that had hit you at full force and hadn’t let up since. The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember, both Kooks in standing but Pogues at heart, something that only grew stronger the closer you got to the boys. She was your best friend, and you were hers. Yeah, she was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, and yeah, she was the human embodiment of sunshine and the person who was responsible for half of your hobbies and a constant source of happiness—

Falling in love with Kiara Carrera was the easiest thing you had ever done, just as natural and necessary as breathing.

Telling her, on the other hand?

Okay, yeah. Maybe you were in love with your best friend, and maybe you hadn’t so much as hinted that to her, but maybe you were content with taking that secret to the grave. Especially when you were almost one hundred percent sure that she liked John B.

Oh well. You supposed that you could just wait until the end of time for your feelings to fizzle out once she finally got with him, filling the unenviable role of the second choice in a love triangle that two of the legs didn’t know they were in.

You were snapped out of your pitiful geometric thoughts as the skiff lulled to a halt and once again, John B started yelling.

“Calling all Carreras by the name of Kiara! The HMS Pogue is here, and she better be here too so I’m not just annoying her neighbors!”

As if on cue, the back door opened and Kie started running out, hoisting her bag onto her back as she got closer. “Don’t stop!” she exclaimed as she cast a glance behind her; you could tell she half-expected her parents to pop out behind her. She hopped onto the boat once she got close enough, causing it to rock slightly and drawing out a laugh.

“You have no idea what I had to go through to get out of work,” she breathed as she set her bag down.

“We’re glad to have you, First Mate Carrera,” you said with a wink and a mock salute that she returned.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she grinned. “But what exactly are we here for?”

“You’re saying our company isn’t enough?” John B accused with an exaggerated gasp.

You rolled your eyes and started to explain before the boys could go all in on dramatics. “They wanna throw a party tomorrow night. It is prime touron season, and JJ thinks he’s gonna be able to make some cash off of them.”

“Look — most of the people that come here on vacation are loaded and complete idiots,” he defended. “You’re telling me you don’t think I’ll be able to do it?”

“Well, if you actually have cash for once, then you’re gonna have to pay me back for all the shit you make me buy,” you shot back.

“Oh, man,” he sighed. “I guess you’re right — this scam is never gonna work. Man, sucks that these tourons are so poor.”

You rolled your eyes and shared a smile with Kiara. “Anyways, we’re gonna pick up some stuff from the convenience store, then spend the rest of the day doing fuckall.”

“Sounds great,” Kie said. “John B, make some room. I wanna get up there.”

“What, is the side of the boat not good enough for you anymore?” he joked as he shifted to the side.

“Just wanna spend time with you,” she said as she sat down next to him. “Is that a crime?”

He shrugged. “No complaints here.”

You had to force yourself to look away and not show any sign of emotion. It was one thing to think that she liked John B, it was another thing to see it all the time in person. You supposed that was what you got for not speaking up.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long for you to arrive at your mark — a 7/11 that had become a frequent stop for all of you. Unfortunately, as one of the few that actually had a disposable income in this group, you were usually the one chosen to pick things out because of the power of a debit card.

“Alright Maybank,” you declared as the boat hit the coast. “Put a shirt on, cause you and I are going shopping.”

“Why me?” he complained, though he had already started fishing around for his tank top in the collective mess the five of you had made on the boat.

“Because if you don’t go, you’ll complain about the beer we pick out?”

“He’ll do that anyways,” Kiara pointed out.

You shrugged as you picked up your bag from next to Kie. “True. Maybe I should bring you instead, Kie. There’d definitely be better conversation, a lot less complaining, and a way prettier view”

She grinned. “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said today.”

“Well, now I’m going,” JJ huffed as he pulled his shirt on, fixing you with a slightly annoyed look. “Just because you don’t want me to. Also, can I have my hat back?”

You shook your head as you jumped off the boat and winked at him. “Nope. That’s the cost for putting all this shit on my card. Now come on, blondie. I’ll race you!”

“Oh, you little—!” JJ didn’t even finish tying the boat off before he started sprinting after you, the challenge something he couldn’t deny.

“Come on, man!” Pope yelled as he scrambled over to secure the line, John B doing nothing but chuckling as he watched you two run off.

You moved as fast as your legs could take you as you got closer to the store, and you yelped after a quick glance behind you proved JJ was gaining. Your ego couldn’t take the hit that losing brought, but just as you neared the brick wall passed you, beating you by less than a second.

“And the crowd goes wild!” he exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air. “Maybank, Maybank, Maybank—”

You snorted and pulled his hands back down. “Alright, cowboy, you barely got me there. Try not to be too proud.”

He put a hand to his chest and shook his head. “You wound me, truly.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “Whatever. Let’s just get this shit.”

The two of you walked inside and started browsing the aisles in silence, eventually reconvening in the back near the cold drinks — not really a surprise with JJ.

“Is there like, any limit to how much I can get?” he asked. “Like, I dunno how much you have on your card or…”

You chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “JJ Maybank, concerned about spending my money? I never thought I’d see the day. But— no. Go crazy, man.”

The grin he gave you almost made you regret your answer, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. Besides, if you could make anything easier for the guys concerning money, you would do it happily.

The silence passed between the two of you for a little longer, but as a question continued to nag you, you took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge (for some goddamn reason).

“Hey. Has… has Kie said anything to you?” you asked, trying to come off as nonchalant as you half-heartedly browsed the aisle. “About John B?”

“Why? You tryna make a pass at him?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, drawing out an embarrassed laugh as you shook your head.

“God, no. I just wanted to know if— if she was.”

He shrugged as he pulled open the door and took a few beers out. “I dunno. Also, you’re paying for these, too. They don’t card here, so—”

“JJ.”

“Right.” He let the door fall shut and shrugged again as he turned to you. “I think she is, honestly. You’ve seen how she’s all, ‘oh, John B!’, and I’m pretty sure he’s into her too. I think that thing about Pogue on Pogue macking is the only thing stoppin’ ‘em from going for it.”

You fell silent at that, gaze trained on the price tag for some random bag of trail mix. “Oh.”

JJ raised his eyebrows, eyes passing momentarily between the cans in his hand and your sudden change. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s bullshit! You can’t just bring something like this up and then not tell me the reason. What happened to Pogues don’t lie to Pogues?”

A hint of a wry smile crossed your lips, still not making eye contact. “Technically not a Pogue.”

“Oh, you can’t pull that on me with how much you hang out with us. You can’t just be a Kook to get out of rules!”

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment before grabbing the bag of trail mix and turning to him. “Okay, fine. But if I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Okay?”

He crossed his fingers. “Hope to die.”

You inhaled deeply and let the breath loose, allowing the silence to linger in the air for just a moment more. You glanced at the door of the shop as if you expected the subject of your affections to just burst in that second, but thankfully that wasn’t the case.

“...I like Kiara. Like, ‘been hopelessly in love with her for the past three years’, kinda like.” You offered him a sheepish smile with the confession. You knew that JJ was a good guy (well, mostly) but dropping a secret you had been carrying for years about your feelings for one of your friends didn’t come without anxiety.

Those bright blue eyes drilled into you for a moment before he chuckled. “So that’s why you’ve never been into me?”

You hit his arm and scowled. “That’s what you have to say after I tell you I’m in love with my best friend?”

“Hey!” he held up his hands in placation and you backed down a bit, though not without annoyance. “I mean, what d’you want me to say?”

“I— I don’t know!” you fumed. “Support? A ‘hey, that’s pretty cool!’ You were the one that wanted me to tell you!”

“Well, obviously I support you. And I— I guess I’m sorry. Y’know, that you’re crushing on a girl that’s basically spoken for. I mean, been there, done that.” You glared at him and he held up his hands once more. “It’ll be fine. You’ll get over her eventually.”

You rolled your eyes as you trailed down the aisle and threw another couple packages of snacks into the basket. “I’ve been telling myself that for the past three years. Hasn’t happened yet.”

A slightly uncomfortable silence penetrated the air between the two of you until JJ broke it. “So… are you like, gay?”

“Oh my god.”

~~~~~~~~~

Kiara was also watching while the two of you walked away, a small but wistful smile on her lips as her eyes followed your figure until it disappeared into the shop. She sighed and rested her head on the palm of her hand. It was so stupid, but—

Yeah. She would rather you take her than JJ. It was hard to watch the girl she loved joking around and flirting with someone else right in front of her, but she supposed that was what she got for not speaking up.

But the more time she spent around you, the harder she fell, and the more she saw you flirt with JJ, she knew she couldn’t say anything, but it just made her want to speak up even more. She was stuck in some kind of paradoxical hell, and it was driving her insane. She didn’t know why it was so hard for her to just—

“Kie, are you even listening?”

She blinked and turned back to the two boys, realizing she had completely spaced out. “What? Oh, uh— blue.”

“Oh, great,” Pope groaned. “Now I have to go through this whole argument again just so I can get you on my side all because you weren’t paying attention to us at all.”

“You’re not worth your scholarship if you think she’s gonna be on your side!” John B shot back. “I have no idea how you think that…”

Kiara snorted and tuned out of the conversation once more. John B loved to argue pointlessly with Pope just to see how long he could rile him up for, and she knew this wasn’t worth paying attention to.

She just couldn’t help but wonder what you and JJ were doing inside. Obviously you were getting snacks and shit for the party, but her mind was wandering—

God. She either had to get over you or tell you how she felt, because this… this was just pathetic.

It took a few more minutes of off-the-knocker arguing for Kiara to finally interrupt, unable to take it anymore. “Guys, shut up. I have a question.” The boys didn’t stop their back and forth until she raised her voice. “Guys!”

“What?” John B asked, slightly annoyed at the interruption in his completely bullshit argument.

“Okay, look. I know this is probably kinda weird to ask, but—” her eyes darted back to the convenience store for a moment before coming back to the boys, and she sighed. “Have they always been like that? The two of them — have they always been that flirty with each other?”

Pope frowned. “That’s out of the left field.”

“I know,” Kie muttered. “I just want to know.”

John B shrugged. “Yeah, I think so. I’m pretty sure JJ’s been into her for a while, I guess she’s finally decided to give him a chance. They just haven’t really told us anything about it.”

“Why?” Pope asked with a wry grin. “Are you regretting passing him up?”

“Oh, god no,” she refuted. “No, I just…” Kiara shook her head. “Nevermind.”

“What?” John B spread his arms out in protest. “You can’t just ask us something like that and then not explain it.”

She groaned and screwed her eyes shut. “Are you guys going to keep bothering me until I tell you?”

“Yep,” both of them answered immediately.

“Fine,” she sighed as she hung her head back, opening her eyes so she could stare at the sky rather than her suddenly very alert friends. “Out of the two of them, it’s not… JJ… that I like.” Kie averted eye contact, hoping her friends would be able to piece it together so she wouldn’t have to spell it out.

“Wait,” Pope started. “You like—

“Yeah. I really like her.” Kiara shook her head, crossing her arms as she tried to look ambivalent. “But it’s not like it matters — you said it yourself, John B. She’s into JJ, and he’s like, five seconds away from proposing to her or something. I don’t have a chance.”

John B opened his mouth to contribute but Kiara held up her hand. “Don’t… don’t say anything. And don’t say anything to her, okay?” She pointed her finger at John B and Pope; if looks could kill, they’d probably be dead. “Answer me!”

“Yeah!” Both boys answered immediately, albeit with slightly wide eyes, at the threat, and she deflated a bit.

“Good.” Kiara checked her watch and sighed, running a hand through her hair as her gaze shifted towards the two figures coming closer. “Perfect timing. And I’m not just saying this to get out of helping set up or to get out of hearing you two tease me about this, but I have to get back to The Wreck before my parents kill me.”

“I’d say I have to get back too, but I think I should give a couple more hours for my dad to cool down before I go back.” Pope sighed. “Looks like I’m stuck helping JJ with a keg again.”

“Y’know, man,” John B said as he sat back down in the self-proclaimed captain’s chair. “You could always just lie. It’s believable enough, and we’d probably let you out of it!”

“Well, now it’s too late!” he defended.

“What’s too late?” you asked, the conversation between you and JJ ceasing as you finally reached the crew.

“For Pope to get out of helping with the party,” John B explained. “What took you guys so long? Gettin’ all over each other?”

Kiara shot John B another death glare, and he held up his hands in defense — thankfully, you missed it as you snorted and took the bags from JJ so he could push the boat off.

“I don’t know about you, but my prime make-out spot isn’t a shitty gas station. Besides, even if we had, there is no way I’m telling all of you!”

JJ tossed the rope he had used to tie the boat up temporarily and, with a push, got them back into the water. He turned back to you with a fake pout and leaned back against the side of the boat once more. “Why would you not want to tell them about our fantastical sexual exploits?”

You groaned and shook your head. “And on that note, I think it’s time for me to get home. My dad’s working today, and I promised him I’d take my little sister into town to get her ears pierced.”

“That’s awfully convenient, right before we have to start setting up for the party,” John B said.

You shrugged with a grin. “Feel free to call my bluff. You’ll just have to deal with my very annoyed dad, and an even more annoyed sister.”

“I do not want to deal with that little demon,” JJ said, holding his hands up. “Please, get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Aw, come on JJ!” Kie defended. “Her sister is adorable. She just must not like you.”

“I’m pretty sure I love Kie more than she does,” you grinned. “Now, step on it captain, or deal with the consequences courtesy of a sister with unpierced ears.”

“Aye aye, matey.” He saluted once more and the skiff tore away from the coast, en route to your house. You didn’t feel the weight of Kiara’s gaze on you as you stared off into the distance, one heavy question on her mind:

How much of that did you really mean?

~~~~~~~~~

The boys decided to pass their time with fishing after they dropped the two girls off, and once it got dark they chose to retire to John B’s house — Pope didn’t really feel like dealing with his dad and the consequences of blowing a whole day of work off, and JJ didn’t have anywhere else to be.

After washing fishing rods off, John B and JJ all but threw themselves onto the hammocks in his yard while Pope went through the 7/11 bags for the umpteenth time. (In his words, he was making sure their choices were good enough’.) But eventually, the conversation turned to something a little more topical.

“Hey, JJ.” Pope glanced up at the blonde, temporarily pausing in his task of rifling through the bags of shit they had bought at the station. “During your little shopping trip — did she say anything to you? Like, anything weird?”

“Yeah,” JJ said as he laid back onto the hammock. “She’s like, really into Kie. Which sucks, because of that whole thing you’ve got going on with her.”

He frowned. “Okay. I did not expect you to give it up that easily.”

John B frowned, sitting up as his friend sat down. “Wait, wait— first, we don’t have a thing. Second, Kie just told me that she’s into her, but JJ— she thinks that you and her are like, secretly dating or something.”

JJ snorted as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair — that reminded him, he had to ask you for his hat back when he saw you tomorrow. (Or maybe take it by force, at this rate.) “Me and her? I mean, I’ve thought about it, obviously — and I’m pretty sure you guys have seen me trying it before — but there’s nothing happening there. We’re just friends.”

“Then that means…” John B trailed off.

“Oh my god,” Pope muttered, expression stuck somewhere between amazement and astonishment as he stared at the two boys. “We’re friends with the dumbest Kooks in the OBX.”

~~~~~~~~~

The night of the party came by much quicker than you thought it would, and before you knew it you were riding backseat in John B’s van. You had texted Kiara, asking if she wanted to carpool, but she hadn’t responded. Weird, but you chalked it up to her being busy with work and not being to respond. You ended up hitching a ride with John B and JJ, and had unfortunately ended up in the back after losing rock paper scissors to JJ.

“So, uh—” JJ craned his head to look at you. “Why aren’t you going with Kiara? You two usually always show up to these things together — shit, you usually end up getting ready together before anything.”

You gave him a glare and gestured at John B with your head, hoping to somehow communicate the promise he made through your look alone. “Uh, I don’t know. She didn’t respond to me, I guess she’s just been busy all of today. I’ll ask her tonight.”

He shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the answer. Soon enough you had arrived and you all lugged things out to help set up the party — a curse of travelling with the party organizers, you guessed.

Before you knew it, the kegger was in full swing — Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons all together in a rare phenomenon. John B was handing out drinks, Pope was trying to talk up a girl, JJ was off doing god knows what, and Kiara—

She was the only one you hadn’t been able to find the whole night thus far. Every time you caught a glimpse of her, it was like she purposefully went back into the crowd so she wouldn’t have to talk to you. It was weird as hell, and it was annoying as hell.

Eventually though, you were finally able to catch her alone in a relatively empty part of the beach.

“Kie!” you held up your hand and ran over to her, and for some reason she looked like a deer in headlights for a moment before giving an unconvincing smile. “God, I haven’t been able to reach you this whole day. Is everything cool?”

“Uh, yeah.” It was definitely a lie, just adding onto the list of strange things she had done towards you the whole day. “Cool as ice.”

You frowned. “Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t. It’s just been a busy day — and this place is crazy. I just haven’t been able to find you.”

“That is such a lie!” you laughed, but it was lacking in mirth. “You haven’t said a word to me all day, and you’re purposely going out of your way not to run into me tonight. Why have you been avoiding me?” you repeated, trying to keep your voice level. But with the sudden change in her attitude and the growing list of weird things she had done, it was hard not to raise your voice.

“I’m just trying to accept the situation,” she answered, in a response that only served to heighten your confusion. “I mean, the way you are around him? Putting distance between us is the only thing I can do.”

That was not an answer you were expecting. “I— what? The way— what way? Around who?”

“JJ!” she exclaimed, gesturing around with her hands in an act that finally showed an emotion rather than ambivalence. “You’re all over him! Wearing his hat, constantly flirting with him, always picking him to go with you to places, never really shutting him down—”

“Kiara,” you said carefully, hoping she didn’t take too much offense to your interruption. “I’m— I’m not flirting with him, he’s one of my best friends! Besides, I— I could say the same thing about you and John B!”

“John B?” She laughed mirthlessly and spread her arms, growing even more exasperated. “I don’t like him! I— I like you!”

You weren’t even sure if she meant to say that, the way she took a step back and her eyes widened slightly. And you didn’t really mean to do what you did either, because, well—

You started laughing.

“What?” she demanded, her shock fading into something resembling confused anger. “Wh— why are you laughing? That’s not the appropriate response when someone tells you they love you!”

“Kie,” you began, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. “I like you too. Not JJ.”

Any signs of rage melted away, instead replaced with pure shock as she blinked a few times. “Wait— wait. Did you just—?”

You nodded as you drew closer, and she didn’t object as you took her hands into your own. “Kiara Carrera, I have been in love with you for the past three years. And I know I’ve been exceptionally shitty about showing it, so… can you forgive me for making you think I’ve been sneaking around with Maybank this whole time?”

She laughed, the smile that made your heart burst at the seams coming back as she blushed. “Only if you can forgive me for making you think that I’m into JB. And uh— if it wasn’t obvious,” she grinned, “I’m in love with you too.”

Kiara tugged your intertwined hands closer and you all but fell into her, your lips connecting in a moment that you may have dreamed out more than once (way more than once). But with the warmth of her skin pressing against yours and the lingering scent of sea salt in her hair — it was way better than anything you could’ve dreamed up.

“Oh my god!” You heard Pope’s voice in the distance, something that would’ve ruined the moment if you weren’t in a state of pure bliss. “They actually did it!”

“About time, Kooks!” JJ exclaimed at the same time as an ecstatic “woo!” from John B.

You rolled your eyes and flipped them off as you leaned in to kiss Kie again, and even though you couldn’t see her you were sure she was doing the same thing the way you could feel her smiling into the kiss.

There couldn’t have been a better end to the night.

apparently my fave thing to write is arguments shifting into love confessions bc. man i do this a lot

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the great adventures of y/n tommy jack tubbo and george

requested yes/no

part 5 of the great adventures series

summary: training for the military

warning: cursing

AN: really sorry about this tumblr won’t let me change/add paragraphs so could look very weird

the journey there was quick for you, you spent the trip asleep in the back of the car whilst the others were discussing what you were all about to do “How difficult do you think it’s going to be” “dude it’s a military assault course” you woke up halfway there to the noise of the radio playing “afternoon y/n”“afternoon sorry I fell asleep I’m not used to being woken up early in the morning, I blame you guys and ranboo”“y/n have you ever wanted to join the military” “I can't say I have no” “well you’re going to love what we’re doing” “what are we doing” “you’ll see!”

you stood picking up more rocks and handing them to tubbo whilst Tommy and George began to film the introduction to the vlog “were in the jungle” confused you turned to tubbo “psst tubbo what the fuck are we doing, why are we in a woods” before tubbo had time to answer Tommy already began to answer your question telling you that you’re all training for the military, not taking him seriously you started laughing as you all were walking it was only when you were handed a jumpsuit to cover your clothes you realised it wasn’t a joke, you would be lying if you said you were ready for this, after all, you spent your free time playing Minecraft you wasn’t exactly great at sports

you managed to put the jumpsuit on pretty quickly unlike Tommy who was quite clearly struggling to get it on over his trainers “come on sergeant simons were doing a military assault course and you’re struggling to put on the clothes”after struggling to put clothes on the five of you stood together getting photos whilst you all looked decent “me and my boys in the jungle” “This isn’t going to go well” “we’re going to destroy it” “NO”

you hadn’t even reached the course yet and you were already tripping up over rocks and sticks that were on the muddy trail “we’re walking to our deaths..y/n is already falling over” “Hey I didn’t sign up to do exercise” once you finally reached the start of the course you were met with a canon, a dog and a man in a yellow jumper you stood as a team listening to what you were about to do and how you were actually a team of six, you hoped he meant the dog was a team member but no turns out the canon was the sixth member

“We have to take the canon with us” “...and take it apart into six pieces at each obstacle and rebuild it ” you handed your phone to the Russ, not trusting yourself to keep it on you especially since you were already tripping up before reaching the assault course “thank you” “good luck” “huh” you didn’t have time to process what was said as Mr military began counting down from three, the five of you ran to the first obstacle tubbo dragging the canon Tommy climbed over the net first with tubbo following after “What happens if I fall” it was as though you and tubbo had read each other’s mind as you both responded with “you’ll die” “death” you climbed over next with a wheel “reckon I can slide down the net” “that will hurt y/n don’t do- and you’re already doing it” you slid down the net despite George telling you not to do so, it didn’t take too long for the others to get over, you all began reassembling the canon “can we talk about our feelings” “I feel like shit I jumped out of a plane not long ago now I feel like I’m doing PE all over again” “Y/N JUST HELP BUILD THE CANON” “I'M TRYING ODDLY ENOUGH I'M NOT BUILT FOR THE MILITARY”once the canon was built Tommy and tubbo ran off with it “who’s going to tell them we need to test it” once Mr military shouted they ran back “why do we have to do this” “it’s the fucking rules Tommy and life is full of them” “like taxes” “tax fraud” a few seconds later the five of you yelled “bang” neither of you saying it at the same time “it didn’t work” “yes it did now come on”

you all ran towards the next obstacle, a giant wall. you all quickly dismantled the canon, Tommy went over first and began bickering with Mr military about him not being his dad whilst you tubbo and jack struggled to pass over the heaviest part of the canon “lift and lift” “really George? I thought we could just throw it over and hope he catches it” “Please don’t do that” “I am very sorry George but I'm struggling here” you continued your struggling tubbo tried to help Tommy through his words “you’re strong bossman I believe in you” “by the way, you really picked the shortest people to do this” part of the canon landed with a thud “welp hope he’s not dead” you climbed over next again carrying the wheel “he’s not dead guys don’t worry” you laughed as George took his time getting over the wall “I'm poving” “GET OVER THE WALL” you all stood questioning what time you were on completely forgetting that you were supposed to reassemble the canon “This is going to be embarrassing” “you guys could be rebuilding the canon” you could have built and tested the canon quickly however Tommy George and tubbo began telling people to subscribe whilst you built the canon with jack “we’re so good at this” “heh maybe not” you all test-fired the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

you were sent to go over the rope first, this was extremely difficult for you, the rope kept swaying as you walked causing you to lose your balance on multiple occasions “step on the V” “I’m going to fall” you made it over after a couple of minutes, like tubbo you also felt a bit ill, you assumed it was because it was quite hot and a lot was going on “how you feeling y/n” “Honestly, I’m jealous of ranboo, he’s at home living his best life and I’m in the middle of the woods overheating and climbing but no it’s pretty funny watching the others” you laughed as you overheard tubbo talking about how they’re only three obstacles in and how he’s going to die “YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!” Tommy crossed next, like you, he took his time he was then followed by tubbo who was trying to speed run walking over the rope you waited for jack and George cheering them on whilst Tommy was asking around for water and complaining about wearing a gamer hoodie. at this point, everyone seemed unmotivated “3 2 1.. bang”

“oh lovely..tires” tubbo went through first with the heaviest part of the canon “ill help you tubbo” you following behind helping him carry it due to it being stupidly heavily “so how are you tubbo” “AAAAAAAAAAA” “aye me too bud” you and tubbo decided that from now you two were going to work as a pair so it would be easier for you both, over the past few weeks tubbo became one of your closest friends the pair of you even started trending on Twitter as you did an irl stream where you both went on a walk at the beach and met several fans. whilst you and tubbo were making your way through Tommy jack and George we’re trying to figure out who should take what. “there’s piss in this one” “what the fuck?!” the pair of you finally got out from the tires “good job you two” “thank you” you rested your head on tubbos shoulder trying to get your breath back “I don’t think I’m made for the military” a few moments later Tommy made it to the tire full of water and put his finger in it “PEE” “Tommy why-” you stood looking around at the scenery, the sound of Tommy yelling about crawling away from George and that he’s ‘touched the piss’ was enough the drag you away from your own thoughts, you watched the others struggling to get through the tires and was amazed at the fact tubbo went back in to help them. you tried to ignore Tommy and George being dramatic as you tried to figure out how many more obstacles you had to go but you got distracted by George “ill just eat you if you die” “Mr military I’d like some help right about now” you walked over to Tommy and helped him get out of the tires “thanks y/n” “welcome” “how you doing bossman you know I pulled through your part...what are you doing that’s George's water” Tommy decided to throw the bottle to you so you could have a drink as he remembered you’d not had a drink since you landed from jumping out of the plane “Thanks, Tommy” “YOU BOTH DRANK GEORGES WATER” “he can drink the piss” “what Tommy said” you laughed as you walked over to where jack was in the tires “ HI JACK” “Jesus christ you scared me, hi y/n” you stood waiting for everyone to finish “I know exactly what the slowest time was” “we’re going for a new record it’s fine” “of being the slowest?” “yeah” “you know what Mr military ill clart you” “you’ll what me” “I’m gonna just go over here” you walked over to where parts of the canon were and got ready to assemble it again whilst George began throwing water over jack and tubbo to bless them then did the same to Tommy, you hid behind a tree thinking he wouldn’t notice you, however, he did and within a minute you too had water poured on you “Thanks, I was thirsty” “oh we know” “The fuck is that supposed to mean” “HELP BUILD THE CANON PLEASE” like last time you all built the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle

“can we just you know drag the already built canon under there with us” “absolutely not” “I tried” you all disassembled it again and like last time you and tubbo went first crawling under “I don’t want to alarm you all but it is soaking wet in here” “delightful” a few moments later you were both working well “tubbo I’m scared of the dark and it’s pitch black” “you’ve got this bossman we’re almost done” you calmed down quickly until Tommy decided to jump above the pair of you

“SORRY” “TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD” “YOU DICK” you laughed slightly and tubbo checked up on you “you okay?” “I'm fine if you’re fine” “come on let’s finish this thing” the pair of you continued and finished relatively quickly tubbo got out first “NEVER AGAIN” “Sorry about that buddy” “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” you helped push part of the canon out so tubbo could easily drag it out he then reached out so you could hold his hand and help pull you out “I've never been so happy to see the light” the pair of you sat on the floor waiting for the others to finish, you both made a bet on who was going to laugh first somehow you won as tubbo laughed at George and jack struggling to crawl through “YOU LAUGHED” “OH SHITTT” Russ came over to you both whilst recording so he could ask about how everything’s going “I’m covered in mud and the jumpsuit is wet, it isn’t a good day for the y/n community it was dark as hell in there “Tommy is a dick and tried to kill me and y/n” “I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL YOU BOTH” “I think he heard us” “WE ALL DID WERE NOT DEAF” “NO, BUT ACCORDING TO INSTAGRAM YOU'RE DEAD” you stared directly into the camera “sometimes it’s like I still hear jack talking to me” George and jack started complaining about how much further the is to go and how it was dirty and Tommy's response about being sorry it doesn’t fit their tory lifestyle made you burst out laughing “YOU LAUGHED” “tubbo my beloved you laughed ages ago you’ve already lost” “But we’re equal now” “no” the pair of you stood bickering to the point you didn’t realise the others had finished the obstacle and were shouting for you to test the canon “Y/N TUBBO WE NEED TO TEST THE CANON” the pair of you ran over “3 2 1 BANG”

“just going to warn you all you see that black cloud over there” “oh yay a storm is coming” you grabbed a wheel and followed behind jack across the wooden bridge “y/n he’s been splintered” “oh no poor George” “these are my gaming fingers” “no gaming for you I guess” “Stop talking about gaming dickheads” you spent a lot of time talking to George and jack whilst crossing over trying not to fall over you all even made a few plans to stream a laugh and the stream ends on jacks channel soon

you were all building the canon again whilst being informed you weren’t even halfway through and already 40 minutes in “high score” “well it’s definitely high” “Y/N??” “coming tubbo hang on my shoelace came undone” after tying your shoelace you grabbed a wheel and caught up to tubbo “if you go over tubbo ill pass it over to you and we can keep doing that” this method worked well for you both tubbo would climb over you would pass the wheel and middle part of the canon then climb over and repeat the process you heard Tommy in the background complaining about the fact he’s wearing jeans and jacks response “Yeah but I’m wearing jeans” “tubbo and y/n are almost done and you’re complaining about jeans” “jean boy pops off” “I'M WEARING JEANS AS WELL QUIT COMPLAINING” “Can we just go home and play smash bros” “Tommy this was your idea I didn’t even get on an option” “Sorry about that y/n but you get to spend time with me and gogy” “lucky me” you weren’t going to lie this was hard work and you were exhausted you felt like you could just fall asleep right where you were stood however tubbo wasn’t going to let that happen “I’m never going on an adventure with Tommy again” “me either” this of course was bullshit and you were both going on another adventure soon you stood watching your friends struggle to get over the obstacles you decided to offer your support and went to help jack and George using a similar method to that you used with tubbo “thanks y/n” “anytime” “y/n you could have helped me, tubbo pulled me over I could have been injured” “very sorry to hear that sergeant simons sucks to suck I guess” you all reassembled the canon tested it and ran to the next obstacle “I hate it here” “there’s a storm on the way” “Thanks, y/n for the input” “welcome George” you all noticed the net luckily you didn’t have to disassemble the canon this very well could be because you were running far behind and a storm was on its way. you watched as the others went through and joked about tubbo losing his shoe and Tommy getting stuck, this obstacle wasn’t made for you either as you kept getting caught on the net “I'VE BEEN CAUGHT AGAIN” jack lifted the net for you again so you could easily crawl through “thank you jack” you all then made it to the next obstacle Tommy crawled on the metal bars with you following after him whilst George used the monkey bars once you all made it across you had to walk across many metal planks used to form a bridge Tommy walked close behind you knowing you were extremely clumsy and didn't want you to fall “irl nettles” “The fuck are you on about Tommy I don’t think you’re following my advice about going outside” you all dissembled the canon as you got to the tires the only difference this time was you needed to climb over them “it’s rather windy” “there’s dirt in my eye” like before you and tubbo used the same method “look at them go” “I LIKE A DA BEE” “I'M SCARED OF BEES” “oh okay” “Why do they keep taking the plank” “I don’t know tubbo just takes it and y/n follows” you both finished rather quickly and neither of you got injured or fell “really good job you two” “thank you Mr military” you stood leaning on tubbo watching George pick up random rocks and put them into his pocket similar to what you had been doing the entire way around the course “I don’t think George or y/n have been outside before they keep picking things up like souvenirs” “Y/N GEORGE HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE RAIN BEFORE” both of you just stared at Tommy making him laugh you helped the others get across the tires and even helped prevent Tommy from falling a couple of times. unfortunately, you ended up twisting your ankle but tried to ignore it not wanting to ruin the vlog for anyone, not that you would have, however it was clear you were in pain as you had started limping. one at a time you all crossed the rope “This is me climbing I am climbing” you cheered everybody on and then it was your turn

unlike the others the rope kept shaking as you walked across mainly because you were scared of falling and in pain all whilst trying to rush, this was clearly your least favourite obstacle of the day “take your time y/n don’t fall” “thank you jack I'm trying my best I promise” once at the end of the rope, Tommy took the wheel off you and helped you get down and pulled you into a quick side hug “you’re doing great let’s go we’re almost done” you knew your friends wouldn’t make you continue if you really didn’t want to however you were nearly finished and was determined to finish. you all reassembled the canon and made your way to the next obstacle

“there’s no way we’re getting through that without twanging a rope” “good luck” you and tubbo made your way through the ropes trying not to hit them, this proved to be a pretty impossible task and you ended up twanging the ropes several times, this mixed with everyone else’s failure to cross without hitting the rope meant you all had to do 20 push-ups, after reassembling the canon twice as you all didn’t do it correctly the first time and testing it you all had to do the push-ups “I’m sure y/n and George only did 3” “sorry bossman”

you all were finally making your way to the last obstacle determined to finish “Big Russ can we go to McDonald's after this” “sure” the five of you cheered and ran the last obstacle quickly disassembling the canon, you led the way over the obstacle tubbo Tommy jack and George following behind you, despite tubbo losing his shoe and George going backwards the five of you quickly completed the obstacle and reassembled and tested the canon running over to the finishing line

you all finally completed it and waited for your result “45 minutes easily” “1 hour 11 minutes and 46 seconds” “no way that’s a world record” “well we tried” the five of you stood telling people to subscribe before ending the recording and making your way back to the car

the car ride back felt a lot longer than the way there. you were all exhausted

“how’s your ankle” “it’s not too bad it’ll probably hurt more tomorrow morning”

“I'm still not over Tommy trying to kill me and tubbo” “I didn’t try to kill you” “sure” the rest of the journey was chaos you all screamed along to the songs on the radio eventually you all got to McDonald's and spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company.

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onebourbon-oneshot-onetear · 3 years

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Letterkenny- 5 Times Wayne Fell in Love With You

(Not my Gif)

Notes: This was meant to be a quick little oneshot, but it ended up being five pages long. I figured since there are a few Letterkenny fics I would have to write some myself lol

Warnings: Language (it's Letterkenny, duh...), ooc for Wayne? Fluff?

1. Whenever you helped with the chorin’

- When you were sitting outside, drinking some Puppers in the sun in the middle of an afternoon

- There weren’t enough chairs, but you didn’t mind, so you took your usual seat on the ground next to Wayne so you could lean against his legs

- You had lost track about what exactly the boys were talking about, but it didn’t matter. You were just happy to be sitting around with your friends

-Wayne nudged your head with his knee and you were jolted back into the conversation

- “What do you think, Miss/Mr. y/n?” Dan asked you

- “About what?” you asked

- “Going to MoDean’s for drinks,” Daryl said

- “Sure, I’ll go. When are we going?” You asked

-Wayne gently moved your head from his leg so you didn’t whack it on the chair and stood up. - “As soon as the chorin’ is done, which I was supposed to get help with,” He said, glaring at Dan and Daryl

-You tapped Wayne’s leg so he looked down at you. You held both hands up above your head, silently asking him to help you up.

-He took both your hands and hauled you off the ground with essentially no effort because of the wonderful muscles he hid under his flannels

-As soon as you were on your feet you turned around and started marching towards some of the hay bales

- “Pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er,” You said as you left

- Your back was to the boys so you missed the smile and head nod that Wayne had thrown to your retreating figure

- “y/n isn’t afraid to help with the chorin’, and that’s one of the things I appreciates about them,” Dan said

- “Take 20% off there Squirrely Dan,” Wayne said before marching off to follow you, who was already picking up a hay bale and throwing onto the back of the truck.

2. When you take care of everybody after they’re drinking

- It was hard to imagine since you spent all your time with the group, but you weren’t a big drinker

- You would spend the whole night nursing a beer or two or doing a few shots

-You were definitely the most responsible with alcohol out of everyone

- Which meant it was very often you were stuck with the aftermath of the drinking

- It wasn’t unusual for you to have to shove everyone in Wayne’s truck and drive them all home

- Getting everyone in the truck was the hardest part

-On really bad nights, the three boys were the worst

- “Daryl, I swear to fuck if you try and put your nipples on me one more time, I’m ripping them off,” you growled while helping Gail with putting all the empty bottles on the bar

- “Do you’s want to race me?” Dan barely slurred out, leaning against the bar to catch his balance

- “No, Dan, I don’t,” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the last few bottles and handed them to Gail

-Wayne was fairly easy, he was sitting at the end of the bar, giving a few adorable chuckles about nothing every few minutes

-Finally the bar looked somewhat back to normal and you waved goodbye to Gail and started herding the boys.

-Daryl ran at you with his shirt off, and keeping your promise, gave him the biggest purple nurple he had ever received

-He just laughed at it, but boy would he feel it in the morning

-Dan was now trying to get Wayne to race him, but Wayne was still giggling to himself

- “Hey you two, why don’t you see who can get to the truck first,” you called to Dan and Daryl, and they both damn near tripped over themselves to see who could get there first.

-Daryl definitely won

- You put your arm around Wayne’s shoulders and helped him off the bar stool.

- He flashed you the biggest smile and you were reminded that you actually loved seeing Wayne this drunk because it was the only time he actually relaxed

- “You’re a great fucking gal/guy, y/n” Wayne said between chuckles

-The heat rose to your cheeks, but you assumed he was only saying that because he was so drunk

- “So are you Wayne, now let’s get you home,” You said, leading him to the truck

-Daryl had his bare chest on the door of the car, but you didn’t want to bother with it. You would just let Wayne kick his ass tomorrow

-All the boys were put in the truck and you started your rounds of taking them home

-You got Dan and Daryl to their front doors before you headed to Wayne's house

-Katy said you could stay in her room since she was staying at a guys house for the night

-Don’t worry, you had already threatened the guy with death if he so much as thought about hurting her

- You got Wayne up the stairs and into bed, politely taking his boots off and innocently taking off his jeans and tucked him into bed

-He would give a quiet giggle every few minutes, but he was definitely on the verge of falling asleep

-You got him a glass of water and some ibuprofen and put them on his bedside table before falling asleep in Katy’s room

-The next morning, Wayne would be awoken to the smell of breakfast and he would make his way downstairs to see you in the kitchen in a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt

-He would sit at the table with his head down and you would pour him a cup of juice and set it down in front of him

- “Y/n, thanks for getting us all home,” He would say, albeit much quieter than he usually talked. Probably because of the hangover

- “You’re welcome, Sweetie,” You would say with a huge smile on your face, which would earn you a glare from Wayne, but it would disappear as soon as you put food in front of him. Instead it would be replaced with a grateful smile

-Because he knew you were a great fucking gal/guy

3. When you took care of Stormy

-You loved dogs.

-Like, loved dogs

-More than you loved almost anything else

-So when Stormy wouldn’t leave the barn, you were worried sick

-Wayne was too, but he would never show it

-He would call the vet but even in the small town of Letterkenny the vet wasn’t available 24 hours a day

- When the vet said they couldn’t be there for another day or two, you were devastated

- Wayne said Stormy would be fine for a few days and this wasn’t the first time it had happened

-But that didn’t matter much to you

- So for that whole day you didn’t stray too far from the barn where Stormy was laying

- Katy even brought food out to you when you didn’t want to come in for dinner

-Knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave the poor shepherd for too long, Katy got the couch made up for you to stay with her and Wayne

-He was pretty used to you hanging around the house anyway so it was no surprise and he just accepted it

-What he didn’t expect was to go downstairs in the middle of the night for some water to see the couch was empty

-He went up to Katy’s room but you weren’t there either

-Worry spiked through him as he registered that you weren’t in the house

-Until he saw a light on in the barn

-And he knew exactly where you were

-He put on a coat and grabbed a few blankets and headed to the barn

-When he approached the door, he thought he would see you on one of the chairs, or even laying on the upper deck

-What he didn’t expect was to see you laying in the hay right next to Stormy

-A small blanket covering both of them

-He stared at the sight before him for a minute before placing a heavier blanket on both his girls and taking a seat in one of the plastic chairs

-As he looked you over his heart got that weird fluttering feeling that only happened when he looked at you

-The chair wasn’t comfortable, but he settled down the best he could before closing his eyes

-Because he sure as shit wasn’t going to leave them both out in the chilly night air

4. When you only danced with him

-Wayne wasn’t much of a dancer

-He usually stayed at the bar drinking and watching everyone else

-Until he saw you on the dancefloor with Katy

-Both of you were having fun, without a care in the world

-He didn’t always understand how people enjoyed jumping around a dance floor, pushing into each other

- Until he saw you, smiling and carefree

-He could see how you would enjoy it

- He enjoyed watching you do it

- But when the song changed from an upbeat dance to a slower one, he saw the nervousness on your face

- Katy had gone on to dance with the 2 hockey players, leaving you alone on the floor

- He was going to wave you over for a Puppers, to sit down and have a drink with him

- Until

- Some uptown degen had grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, trying to dance with you

- And even from where he was sitting he could see you say no

- But this degen obviously didn’t know what was going to come to him if he didn’t let you go

- So Wayne took another swig of his drink, stood up, and marched right over to you

- He glared at the guy and shoved him away, standing in front of you until the degen scampered away from the crowd

- “I had him by the ropes,” you muttered, looking down at your shoes

- “Sure you did,” Wayne said, scanning the room to make sure the degen didn’t come back with any friends

- You both stood there awkwardly while everyone else was swaying to the music

- Finally you slyly held your hand out, asking him for a dance

- He looked between your hand and your face, before taking it and pulling you closer to him, his hand on your waist and yours falling on his shoulder

- You were slightly surprised that he had even decided to dance with you, but you weren’t going to question it too much

- It was rare that people saw this side of Wayne, especially in public

- So you just went with it and put your head on his shoulder

- “I thought you didn’t want to dance?” Wayne asked

- “No, I didn’t want to dance with some degen. I’ll always take a dance from you,” you said

- Wayne chuckled and pulled you a little closer

- He’d have to find a way to get you to dance with him outside of MoDean’s

5. When you patched him up after a fight

- Wayne was the toughest guy in Letterkenny

- Everyone knew that

- And for the most part, you liked it

- Except when Wayne had to prove that he was the toughest guy in Letterkenny

- Aka when he had to fight

- He always won, but that didn’t mean he didn’t catch a few hits along the way

- As the reigning tough guy in Letterkenny, Wayne never showed that he was hurt

- He usually hid behind a bottle of Puppers or Gus N’ Bru until the night was over

- Then he would give some half assed attempt to clean himself up

- Except he sucked at it

- So that’s where you stepped in

- Growing up in Letterkenny, you knew how to patch up wounds

- So as soon as you could get him alone, you would, ignoring his protests the whole time

- At first, you had to damn near tackle Wayne to get him to sit down so you could patch him up

- Even jumping onto his back to try and weigh him down

- It didn’t work, he just slung you off and caught you before you hit the floor, set you down, and stormed out of the bathroom

- This happened again and again until you tried a new tactic

- Begging

- Wayne could refuse most people’s begging

- But not yours

- Especially when you hit him with the puppy dog eyes

- So the first time you tried it, and said please, he sat down on the sink in the bathroom with a whispered “fuck a duck”, and let you patch him up

- You wiped the blood from his lip and disinfected the cuts on his knuckles

- And this became a routine almost every time he got into a fight

- Which was a lot

- His reluctance eventually diminished, and you swore that sometimes he looked forward to having you help him

- Although he would never tell his buddies

- But Katy teased you about it from time to time

- The last time you patched him up, Wayne had gotten into a pretty bad fight

- He had a busted lip, a blackened eye, and numerous cuts on his knuckles

- This fight wasn’t a typical ‘Toughest Guy in Letterkenny’ fight

- You had no idea what started this one, but Wayne hadn’t been this hurt in a while

- He had walked into the house where you were watching a movie with Katy, stood in front of you guys for a moment, and then walked into the bathroom and sat on the sink

- Katy had nudged you towards him and resumed the movie

- You walked into the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit that you had stashed away after the first few fights

- You got out the bandages and hydrogen peroxide and got to work, gently working from his eye to his knuckles

- “I take it this wasn’t a planned fight?” you asked him, throwing a cotton ball into the trash can

- “Not exactly,” he said, “Some fuckin’ degens were talking about some of the girls in town, fucking degens,” he muttered

- “Ah,” I said, putting a small bandage on his right hand

- You're little Batman of Letterkenny

- You went to release his hand but he grabbed yours instead

- You looked up into his eyes and saw that he was already looking into yours

- “You don’t have to patch me up every time, you know,” He said, barely moving his thumb across your own knuckles

- You smiled, your cheeks turning red. “I know, but I want to. Lord knows you can’t do it yourself,” you laughed, not moving

- He gave you a rare smile and let go of your hand

- You finished with his hand and patted his shoulder, signaling that you were done

- He hopped off the counter and watched as you put everything away

- You brushed past him and left the bathroom and went to go sit on the couch and resume the movie

- Wayne went to the fridge, grabbed a Puppers, and sat next to you on the couch

- As the movie played on, you felt your eyes drooping and your yawns had increased, some of them threatening to split your face in half

- At some point your head leaned over onto Wayne’s shoulder and your eyes closed for the night

- Wayne only dragged a blanket onto you and shifted his shoulder down for you to rest your head better

- He ignored Katy’s raised eyebrows and beaming smile and turned his attention back to the movie

- But as he looked at his wrapped hand again, he glanced back at you asleep on his shoulder, and figured enough was enough.

- He would tell you in the morning

#Letterkenny #Wayne #Letterkenny Imagine #Letterkenny Oneshot #Letterkenny Wayne x Y/n

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hrina · 3 years

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The Thrill of the Chase, Pt. I

PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3.6k REQUESTED: no

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~*~

Harry’s life is simple.

He performs only the essentials—wakes up and eats an apple for breakfast. Drizzles some lemon juice into his flask of water to keep his teeth healthy and clean. Shrugs on a few heavy furs. Lets Magnus outside to keep him from howling and pawing at the door. Sharpens his arrows. Knocks on the threshold of the cabin once for good luck. Goes hunting.

Upon returning, he crouches next to the firepit, laying out his kills and skinning them. He cooks one for himself—something small, like a squirrel, or a rabbit. Others, he saves for the market—fox, deer, coyote, boar. The pelts, tusks, and antlers are extremely sought-after (particularly by nobles), and often earn enough coin to carry him through the rest of the week.

He doesn’t entertain visitors, because who in their right mind would trek up the side of a mountain just to seek out one lonely hunter? Despite that, he’s come to appreciate his solitude. The silence is familiar—comfortable. Besides, Magnus proves both excellent and useful company, if the sheer volume of their kills offers any indication.

A simple life for a simple man.

Harry doesn’t need anyone else.

“Ready to go, mutt?”

He scratches behind Magnus’ droopy ears. One of the hound’s hindlegs thumps frantically in response. Harry chuckles, slinging his bow over his right shoulder and pulling open the cabin door.

“Come on, then.”

The sky is a dark, cloudy grey, and the smell of oncoming rain is unmistakable. Still, the two of them persevere, ducking past the trees at the edge of the clearing.

It’s a bad day to hunt.

With the threat of a storm looming just above the canopy, the animals have forgone their typical foraging patterns in favour of taking shelter. Harry only manages to kill a rabbit, and even then, it’s a messy shot. He usually gets them right through the eye—a quick, neat splice that results in minimal suffering. This time, however, his foot slips on a damp stone; he fumbles, and the arrow buries itself into the creature’s stomach.

“Fuck.”

The rabbit is still alive when he reaches it, its furry body heaving with shaky, uneven breaths. Harry kneels down, apologising quietly. His hand finds the scabbard strapped to his waist, and he draws a silver dagger from its depths.

He slits the poor hare’s throat just as rain begins to fall.

It’s easy work, after that. He pins the animal’s fluffy forelimbs together, tying them in place with thick, coarse rope. Magnus whimpers as Harry slides the creature’s limp body over his shoulder. He shoots the hound a tired look and shakes his head. Damp brown curls stick to his temples.

“Think that’s enough for today.”

The two of them have nearly made it back home—Harry’s boots squelch as he jumps over the small creek that flows close to the clearing—when Magnus perks up, lifting his snout and sniffing the air.

“What is it, mutt?” Harry asks.

Magnus releases a loud bark and takes off in the direction of the cabin. Harry sprints after him, one hand clutching his game while the other wraps around the leather grip of his bow.

“Magnus!” he yells.

The dog skids to a stop next to the wide trunk of a tree. He barks again and wags his tail feverishly.

Harry releases his bow, approaching with slow, cautious steps.

“What’s got you so—shit.”

You’re slumped in the mud, unconscious. Harry’s gaze rakes over your form, from your tattered blue gown to the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair. There are a few cuts littered across your face, arms, and chest. Rivulets of blood trickle down your wrist, spiderwebbing across your skin.

Magnus sticks his tongue out and pants.

“Good boy,” Harry mutters, bestowing a rugged caress atop the hound’s head.

He gathers you into his arms, paying no mind to the extra weight of your sodden dress. Your neck lolls over his bicep, sternum rising and falling with shallow, barely-there breaths. Harry carries you out of the forest and into the clearing. When he kicks open the cabin door, your eyelids flutter.

“Bear?” you mumble, lifting your head slightly. Your voice is grating, hoarse.

He looks at you. Your face contorts for only a moment before you slouch back into oblivion.

He sets you down onto the thick, woven rug splayed out in front of the hearth. He works quickly, shrugging off his furs and his game and discarding all of it without a second thought. Rain thrums against the roof, but the sound is lost amidst his heavy footsteps.

He hurries into his bedroom and pulls open the top drawer of his wooden dresser, fumbling for a glass jar and a spool of bandages. When his fingers finally make contact with the desired supplies, he darts back into the other room and kneels beside your motionless body.

He draws his dagger again, gripping the intricate material of your gown and slicing through it. Your corset proves far more challenging, practically embedded into your skin. He sets his knife aside, not willing to risk it. Instead, he hooks his fingers beneath the top of the girdle, rough knuckles brushing against your soft bosom. With a mighty tug, the structured fabric splits under his palms.

He screws open the lid on the jar and dips his thumb inside. The salve is sticky, viscous, and smells faintly of lavender. He smears it across your scrapes before inspecting your wrist.

The flesh is slashed and bloodied—how did you acquire such an injury? Canines? Claws? Harry uses the frayed edges of your dress to clean the mess. He then unwinds a few bindings from their roll, expertly bandaging your wound.

Once he’s finished, he sits back on his haunches, expelling a stale breath. His work is far from over—he needs to wash you, to scrub off all the dirt and grime staining your skin. He’ll go down to the creek with a cloth, he thinks, and saturate it with cool water. He’ll pick the leaves and branches out of your hair, and cover you in spare furs to keep you warm. He’ll prepare a hot meal so that you may eat when you wake. You’ll be ravenous, certainly.

These thoughts whirl around in his head, along with the realisation that you might expire here, lying on an old rug in the middle of a stranger’s secluded home. Still, he watches your chest rise, swelling with proof of your vitality. The sight puts him at ease.

Harry aims a cursory glance over his shoulder. Magnus is stationed at the door, wet snout resting on the ground. The dog gazes at your limp body with big, solemn eyes, as though he somehow understands the severity of the situation.

“Don’t worry, mutt,” Harry tells him, knees shuffling against the floor. “I won’t let her die.”

~*~

Three days pass.

Harry curtails the duration of his hunts. He kills only the essentials: a hare or a squirrel, something small enough to cook over the fire. He has enough coin saved up from his previous trades to last him another few trips to the market.

Every morning, he prepares a simple, homely meal for you should you wake. When you do not, he eats the food in your place—he’ll be damned if it goes to waste.

On the fourth day, he carries a bowl of soup into his room. He’s expecting to see you tucked into his bed, still unconscious. Instead, you’re alert, sitting upright and studying your surroundings. The furs that previously covered your body now pool around your waist, exposing your naked chest. When you catch sight of Harry lingering in the doorway, you gasp, fumbling for the pelts and clutching them to your sternum.

“You’re up,” he says gruffly, stepping through the threshold.

You scramble back, eyes widening in fear. He pauses.

You’re afraid, he realises, tilting his head to the side. This may be more difficult than he initially thought.

“Soup,” he says slowly, holding out the small clay bowl in his hands. “You need to eat.”

“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice is patchy and frail. “Where am I?”

He sets the dish down onto his dresser before shooting you a stern, expectant look.

“Eat.”

Upon exiting the room, he strains his ears and listens carefully. The creak of a loose floorboard—you’ve climbed out of bed. The sound of nimble footsteps pattering across the ground—you’re moving toward the door. And finally, the quiet scrape of clay against wood, indicating that your hunger has prevailed.

He nods to himself.

You’re not dead. That’s a start.

~*~

That evening, Harry is perched next to the firepit outside the cabin. The orange sun crawls down the horizon, kissing the tops of the trees. He basks in the warmth, knowing that it will soon be eradicated by the cool chill of nightfall.

He fiddles with the spit poised above the flames. He caught another rabbit, today. The creature’s fur is laid out across the grass, scrubbed clean of blood. The rest of it cooks over the fire, darkening with each passing minute.

A faint creak reaches Harry’s ears. He perks up, glancing at the door.

You hover just beyond the threshold, leaning nervously against the strong wooden beams. Harry relaxes and turns back around. He uses a long stick to poke at the charred logs; the kindling pops, and a few embers float into the air.

“What are you doing?” Your inquiry is soft, shaky.

His reply is curt: “Dinner.”

You approach warily, bare feet treading through the grass. When you spot the hunk of meat roasting over the flames, a feeble gasp tumbles from your lips.

“That’s barbaric.”

Harry rubs his palms against his thighs. “That’s sustenance.”

He stands, and you retreat. His attention then falls to your torso. You’ve covered yourself with the furs from his room; they hang just past the swell of your bottom, rendering you exceptionally vulnerable. Goosebumps crop up on your bare thighs, visible in the golden light of the sunset.

He hums. “You need clothes.”

You look down at the ground.

“That would be nice,” you whisper at last.

He merely grunts in response.

You follow him back inside, albeit from a distance. He strolls into his bedroom, pausing in front of a large trunk shoved against the far wall. Twin latches click open, and he begins rifling through its contents. After a few moments of silence, he produces a pale linen shirt and a pair of dark leather trousers.

“Here,” he says.

He dumps the fabric into your arms. You huff in surprise, instinctively relinquishing your hold on the pelts covering your body. They fall to the floor in a heap, exposing every inch of your skin.

An embarrassed squeak echoes in the back of your throat. Harry averts his eyes, staring pointedly up at the ceiling.

“Put those on,” he murmurs.

You nod quickly, sidestepping his broad frame. Now that you’re no longer in his line of sight, he lowers his gaze. Part of him wonders if he should say something else, but he decides against it. His legs carry him forward, and he disappears through the door.

~*~

You emerge from the bedroom a short while later, smoothing your hands over your hair in an attempt to look a bit more presentable. Harry resists the urge to tell you that here, in the mountains, appearances are hardly significant. He doesn’t own a mirror—such luxuries can only be afforded by the rich.

His clothes are too big on you, but that was to be expected. You’ve rolled up the sleeves of his linen shirt and cuffed the brown leather trousers so that they cinch at your ankles. You’re anxious, incisors gnawing on your bottom lip and eyes darting around the clearing, like you’re waiting for a monster to burst forth from the bushes.

“Here.”

Harry cuts a sliver of meat from the cooked rabbit carcass resting on the spit. You sit down on a wide, round tree stump as he holds the food out in your direction.

At first, he thinks that you may vomit. Fortunately, though, he finds himself mistaken. After a long moment of deliberation, you accept the protein, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing it warily.

“It’s good,” he rasps, slicing off another strip for himself. “Rabbit—all white meat.”

He pops the piece into his mouth and chews. Slowly, you copy him, sighing happily as newfound flavour erupts over your tongue. You waste no time, then, impatiently shoving the rest of the meat into your mouth.

Harry’s lips twitch.

“Thank you,” you say after swallowing.

He simply nods. The two of you continue to eat in silence, grinding the remnants of supper between your teeth.

Eventually, your curiosity overwhelms you.

“What’s you name?” you ask, timid.

Harry sits back, wiping his dagger with the hem of his cotton shirt.

“Harry.”

“And how did you find me, Harry?”

A low chuckle resonates in the back of his throat.

“Wasn’t exactly hard. You were lying in a puddle of mud not far from here.”

Your lips part. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Three days.”

“Three days?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t remember any of it,” you say softly, playing with your fingers. You hesitate before elaborating: “But I—I remember seeing your face. I thought you were a bear.”

He recalls that day, how you lifted your head weakly and uttered the word before sinking back into unconsciousness. It led him to believe that you’d been attacked. Your side of the story, however, proves much more entertaining.

“Well,” he says, exhaling brusquely, “I’m not.”

You examine him with big, tender eyes. He shifts awkwardly under the intensity of your gaze.

“No,” you finally agree. “You’re not.”

He swallows and flips the conversation around.

“Who are you?”

You stiffen, caught off-guard.

“That is…hardly relevant.”

“Perhaps,” Harry says. “But it is fair.”

When you don’t reply, he continues.

“You’re a lady, aren’t you?” he guesses. “A duchess. Your gown was too pretty to have belonged to a commoner.”

“My gown?” You perk up at the mention of the dress. “Where is it?”

“Gone. I tore through it.”

You gasp. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“It was the only way to keep you alive,” he says simply. “Your corset was impeding your ability to breathe.”

“My corset…” you mutter, mostly to yourself. You grimace after registering the implications of his words, thoroughly scandalized. “So, you—you—?”

“Yes. I had to.”

“God,” you choke out, covering your mouth. “How dare you? You should have just—!”

“Let you die?”

His query successfully squashes your disapproval; your lips flatten into a thin line, and you say nothing else. Harry watches the creases in your forehead dwindle as you realise that he’s right. You fiddle with the collar of your shirt, turning to the side and regaining your composure.

“Thank you,” you finally murmur, trying to hide your face from his piercing stare, “for not letting me die.”

He grunts. “You’re welcome.”

Brief silence ensues. A light breeze blows through the clearing, tousling the curls atop Harry’s head. The gust is enough to extinguish the last few flames frolicking over the kindle, until glowing embers are all that remain.

“I am a lady,” you suddenly add, though you refuse to meet his eyes. “But not a duchess.”

Harry leans forward, prodding at the residual ash in the firepit.

“What were you doing in the woods?”

You tinker with the bandages wrapped around your injured wrist.

“I was to be wed,” you confess, peeking up at him. “But I—I could not bear to go through with it. One should not marry for duty, but rather—”

“For love?”

You pause at his intrusion, lips parted in surprise.

“Yes,” you breathe. “For love.”

Your gazes lock. He clears his throat, breaking the contact quickly.

“You ran away, then.”

It’s not a question. You nod, and he hums.

“What is it?” you ask, brows knitting together.

“Nothing. It’s just…I may find good fortune in this situation.”

“How so?”

He shrugs. “Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.”

Though he’s not looking at you, he can tell that you’ve recoiled.

“Please don’t,” you whisper.

He examines your face in the periphery of his vision. Your eyes glisten with unshed tears.

Just then, Magnus races out of the cabin, his tail wagging eagerly behind him. He trots over to you, sniffing your shoulder and releasing a high-pitched whine. You use one hand to swipe hastily at your cheeks; the other migrates to his head, tickling his floppy ears.

Harry watches the interaction unfold, completely stunned.

“He—he likes you.”

You glance over at him, still wary of his previous threat.

“I suppose he does,” you say quietly.

Magnus paws at your thighs. You direct your attention back to the keen bloodhound, pressing a feathery kiss to the tip of his wet nose.

Harry blinks a few times, trying to pinpoint the reason for his mutt’s newfound behaviour. At first, he wonders if his eyes are simply playing tricks on his brain. Yet with each flutter of his lids, the sight before him only seems to solidify.

“He doesn’t usually take well to strangers,” he mumbles.

When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw tightly. Countless thoughts zoom through his head, spinning like wheels, tangling like thread.

Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.

Harry is not a sensible man.

~*~

The three of you retreat indoors when the last shards of sunlight fade from the sky. Magnus circles the large woven rug poised in front of the hearth. Eventually, he collapses onto the mat, his snout drooping over his front paws. You stretch your arms into the air and yawn gently.

Harry is the last one to enter the cabin; he shuts the door behind him.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you say lightly.

You spin around and nearly crash into the hard barrier of his chest. Reflexively, his hands fly up to grasp your biceps, steadying you. He peers down at your face in the darkness, his thoughtful gaze tracing the contours of your cheeks. Your eyes are wide, lips split apart as you suck in air.

“Sorry,” you say, frozen in place.

He only grunts, releasing your arms and stepping away.

Your attention lingers on him as he approaches a wide pile of furs stacked into the corner of the room. He’s been sleeping on the makeshift cot for the past three nights, and though his back is always sore the next morning, he has yet to find a better alternative.

“What are you…?” You hesitate, rethinking your question. “What is that?”

“My bed.”

“Do you…always sleep there?”

“No,” he rasps, lowering himself onto the thick pelts. “I prefer to sleep in my room.”

He shoots you a pointed look, and you frown when the realisation sinks in.

“We—we can switch,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t want to impose.”

“No.”

“I insist.” You try again.

“As do I.”

You clamp your mouth shut, unsure of how to respond. Magnus has already dozed off—his soft snores filter through the heavy silence hanging over your heads.

“He’s lovely,” you suddenly say, referring to the quiescent hound. “Well-trained, too.”

“I won’t take credit for that,” Harry grumbles, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “He was a palace dog.”

You blink. “W-what?”

“A palace dog,” he repeats. “I found him alone in the woods after a hunt. His leg was broken—the guards left him there to die.”

“That’s awful.”

He hums in agreement.

“You took him in, then,” you say. When he nods, you add, “It seems that you have a knack for nursing others back to health.”

He doesn’t reply.

“The hunts—” you start, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. “Do they…occur frequently?”

“Why do you ask?” Harry says. His shoulders wobble with a hollow chuckle. “Are you afraid of being caught?”

You inhale sharply, and he realises that yes, you are.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. Subconsciously, his voice drops an octave, taking on a soothing quality. “They don’t come around often. And even if they did, I doubt that a single runaway lady would be of much concern.”

You blow out a relieved sigh, though the uneasy expression on your face never wanes.

“You’re probably right.”

A few hushed seconds draw out, during which neither of you speak. Your bare feet shuffle clumsily against the cold floor. You appear to be waiting for some sort of cue—a sound, a gesture, anything.

“Er—” Harry breaks the peace, cocking one eyebrow. “I sleep naked.”

“Oh.”

The exclamation is unbelievably breathless. Your throat bobs amidst a difficult swallow, and you totter back.

“Of course,” you stammer. “I’ll just—”

With a trembling hand, you motion toward the entrance of his bedroom.

He nods wordlessly.

“Right,” you mumble, retreating. “Goodnight, then…Bear.”

At that, he pauses. Your cheeks twitch with a feeble smile, but you don’t comment on the sweetness of the simple endearment.

Harry remains completely still as you scurry into his room. He sits there for a prolonged moment after the door shuts, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Your features have been stamped onto the backs of his eyelids, practically seared into the skin.

At last, warm air spills past his lips, and he allows himself to utter the low, relentless reply pulling at his tongue.

“Goodnight.”

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #uhhhh yeah so here u go. if this flops it never happened i guess #hunterry #harry writing

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Roman Reigns x Reader {1}

Summary: You are a member of the SHIELD and have a crush on Roman. You aren't able to tell if he has feelings for you until one day you get hurt badly during a match. (2500)

(A/N: If you would like to, you can find more of my writing on Wattpad @FandomsxReader and @Sammy_Dean_Cas)

You watched the T.V. screen that was in the gorilla cautiously, while you played with the bulletproof vest that you were wearing. You messed with one of the buckles that were on it before fiddling with the blue "Hounds of Justice" badge that was embroidered into your black shorts. Your hair was tied back, ready for a fight, but not looking for one.

"We're going to go out there tonight," Seth Rollins told you, coming up behind you with Dean Ambrose by his side. The three of you were dressed in your "SHIELD" outfits. You were a part of one of the most dominant groups in WWE, alongside Seth, Dean, and Roman Reigns.

"To do what?" you asked Seth. "Braun Strowman tried to cash in his "Money in the Bank" contract at SummerSlam, but he wasn't able to. He's looking to cash it in again tonight after Roman beats Finn Balor. We're going to stop him again, and give Roman the chance for a fair match with Strowman for the championship," Dean explained.

"So, get ready. As soon as Finn goes down, the SHIELD is going to go out," Seth told you, amping himself up for the fight that was ahead. You nodded your head, fixing your outfit, as you continued to watch the screen that was currently displaying the fight between Roman and Finn.

Braun Strowman was standing outside the ring, watching like a hawk, waiting for Finn or Roman to make a pin. "Now," Seth stated, as Finn hit the ground. The SHIELD's music began playing as the three of you rushed out from the gorilla. Roman had a smile on his face, loving the camaraderie that you and the two boys next to you always provided him.

Seth and Dean began attacking Braun Strowman outside the ring while you climbed inside the ring where Roman was standing. He gave you a smile and you gladly gave one back before he rolled out of the ring.

Dean and Seth cleared the announcer's table as you climbed the turnbuckle. The three men then worked together to pick Braun up and you lined yourself up with them before jumping from the turnbuckle and stomping Braun into the announcer's desk. You tumbled to the ground, but Roman quickly helped you up while the crowd began cheering.

The four of you left a few moments later, and as you entered the gorilla, Roman said, "Thanks for coming out there." Seth nodded and Dean replied, "We always have your back." "Can we talk about how much distance you flew through the air though, Y/N? That was insane!" Seth stated excitedly. You laughed but brushed the compliment off by telling him, "It wasn't that far."

The boys looked at each other before laughing and rolling their eyes, knowing that you were just being humble. The move you did was awesome and you knew it. "Alright, well Dean and I have some unfinished business, so we'll catch up with you guys later?" Seth said, giving Roman a handshake.

He nodded his head and Dean winked at you before the two of them walked away. You felt a bit nervous now that those two were gone and you were alone with Roman. Of the three boys, you've always had a crush on Roman, and Seth and Dean sure knew it.

Whenever they could embarrass you in front of him, they took the opportunity. You hated them for it, but you loved them too much to stay mad at them for too long. Despite their best efforts though, Roman was still oblivious to your feelings. Part of you wanted him to know, but the larger part of you didn't, refusing to let your feelings ruin your friendship with Roman.

"You wanna have a movie night?" Roman asked, avoiding eye contact with you as the two of you continued to walk. "I would love to," you replied with a smile. Roman's eyes lit up as you questioned, "Your room or mine?"

"We can hang out at yours tonight, let me just shower and I'll meet you there?" he said. You nodded your head and told him, "Sounds like a plan, I'll leave the door unlocked for you." Roman smiled before parting ways with you and going to his room. Since he was showering, you decided to do the same.

You got into your room and left it the slightest bit propped open so that Roman could get in and then you hopped in the shower. After getting out of the shower, you realized you had forgotten your clothes.

Your mentally face-palmed and cracked the bathroom door open before asking, "Roman? Are you here yet?" When there was no answer, you carefully walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body to make sure no one was there. Thankfully, the room was empty, so you dropped the towel and pulled on your bra and panties, first.

Once you were done, you began looking for other clothes to put on when the door opened and you heard Roman's voice. "Hey Y/N...oh...I'm sorry!" he said, quickly turning around with a blush coating his cheeks as he saw you were only in your underwear.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you quickly grabbed some shorts and a tank top. You put them on before saying, "Sorry, Roman, I forgot my clothes when I got into the shower. You can turn around now." Roman hesitated before turning around, relaxing when he saw that you were dressed.

"Sorry, I should have knocked first," he muttered, looking down at the ground instead of at you. "It's okay, I'm the one who left the door open," you replied. He made eye contact with you and the two of you just sat there in awkward silence for a moment, not sure what to say,

"At least Seth and Dean weren't with me tonight," Roman joked, trying to alleviate the tension You laughed and nodded your head, agreeing before asking, "What movies are we watching tonight?" Roman shrugged his shoulders before telling you, "We'll both choose one." You agreed with his decision, letting him pick first as you climbed into the bed that was facing the T.V.

You got under the covers before motioning for Roman to come sit next to you, and he did, getting under the covers too. You put on the movie as Roman pulled out some snacks that he brought. "You know me so well," you teased with a smile as you took the snacks from Roman.

The two of you sat comfortably together as you watched the movie. It was one of Roman's favorites and you couldn't help but smile at him when he would quote the movie lines with the actor on-screen. "What?" he asked you, catching you smiling one time. "Nothing, it's just cute how well you know the movie," you replied. He couldn't help but smile at your words, but he tried to hide it.

When his movie was over, it was pretty late, but you still insisted on watching your choice of movie next. You moved from your sitting position in the bed to lay down, and Roman did the same, getting cozy.

About halfway through the movie, you felt yourself begin to drift off and noticed that Roman had already fallen asleep. Luckily, it was a movie you had already shown him, or you would have teased him about it the next day. You turned off the movie and decided to let Roman stay in your room that night, not wanting to wake him.

The next morning, you woke up and Roman was still asleep next to you. You blushed when you noticed that his arm was draped across you, and you tried not to move too much. He woke up a couple of minutes later, and when he realized he was holding you, he quickly moved his arm, apologizing. You reassured him that there was no need to apologize before rolling out of the bed and getting ready for the day.

"Hey, thanks for letting me stay the night," he told you, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom as you were doing your hair. "Of course," you replied with a smile. "See you later?" he asked with a hopeful looking. You nodded your head and he went to his own room to change his clothes.

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You and Roman hadn't hung out since that night, and now it was the end of the next week's Smackdown. Braun had confronted Roman about what the SHIELD did to him the previous week and told Roman that he was going to cash in his "Money in the Bank" contract at the Hell in a Cell pay-per-view. Acting General Manager Baron Corbin then came out and approved the Hell in a Cell match before stating that Braun and Roman would be in a tag-team match against Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre later that night.

You were watching the match a bit away from the gorilla. Roman started off strong, taking out both Dolph and Drew, but they quickly came back, wearing Roman out. They refused to let him make a tag to Braun, as they continuously beat him up.

Finally, Roman got away and made a tag to Braun, but instead of helping him, Braun crushed Roman's hope of having a partner as the three of them began to beat Roman up. Your heart dropped at the sight as Dean Ambrose suddenly rushed in by himself. You had to help too. You began making your way to the ring as the three of them attacked Dean.

Seth was the next to come out, but it was another three-on-one attack. Right as they knocked Seth down, you snuck up behind them. You were able to use your weight to pull Braun over the top rope, jumping up and grabbing him by his head before letting your body hit the ground hard.

He fell out of the ring and smacked the ground and you jumped in side-sweeping Dolph's legs. As Dolph hit the floor of the ring, you stood up, and Drew immediately hit a claymore on you, sending you out of the ring. You hit your head on the steel steps, hard, and you watched as the three men stood victorious over you and your boys before everything started to fade to black.

You were going in and out of consciousness as you watched the three heels leave the ring. Seth and Dean were still down, while Roman was slowly making his way over to you. You were still on the steel stairs.

"Y/N?" Roman asked, gently cupping your cheeks before officials pulled him away so that the medics could get to you. They gently pulled you off the steel steps and you felt something wet drip down your face. You touched your forehead and realized that you were bleeding from your head, bad. You must have hit the edge of the steps.

The medics rolled you onto the stretcher that they had brought out, reassuring you that you were going to be fine. By now, Seth and Dean had gotten to their feet and were standing next to Roman, all three of them clearly hurt.

They looked at you with sadness in their eyes as the medics began to carry you away. You felt your body go limp as your eyelids were getting too heavy to keep them open anymore and you let yourself drift off.

You woke up a few hours later with a horrible headache. You blinked a few times trying to figure out where you were and you realized that you were in a hospital room. You looked to your right and saw Roman there asleep, sitting in a chair he pulled up next to your bed as your hand was in his. Next to him on the table was a vase with flowers and a card from Seth and Dean. You smiled at the gesture before gently shaking Roman to wake him.

He woke up with a startle and sighed a big breath of relief when he realized you were awake. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Like I have the worst hangover of my life," you joked. Roman was concerned with your answer as he quickly stood up, saying, "Let me go get the nurse real quick."

You shook your head no, motioning for him to sit down before you told him, "I'm okay, really. I just have a headache. What did the doctors say?" "That you have a pretty bad concussion, but no other injuries. Once your concussion heals, you should be cleared to wrestle again," he responded. You could tell something was off by the way he spoke and looked anywhere else but you.

"Roman? What's wrong?" you asked him. "I'm so sorry Y/N, this is all my fault," he told you, sadness filling his expression. "What do you mean?" you questioned. "This was my rivalry with Braun. You shouldn't have gotten hurt," he explained.

"Roman, it was my decision to go out there. Just like it was my decision to go out there a week ago. We're all in this together and you know that if three girls teamed up on me, you would be out there to defend me too," you replied. He nodded his head knowing that he would have done the same in a heartbeat, but he still was off.

"Roman, there's something you're not telling me," you stated, reading him like a book. He looked into your eyes when you said that and crashed his lips onto yours, tangling his hand in your hair before deepening the kiss.

He pulled away a moment later and you were shocked. "I don't ever want to lose you," he said, barely above a whisper. You gave him a soft smile before cupping his face and gently placing your lips on his. "You won't," you replied, before moving over in the bed and patting the spot next to you.

Roman climbed into the bed with you, holding you in his arms as you laid against his chest. You flipped through the channels on the hospital T.V. until you found a movie you would enjoy. You watched the movie with Roman, both of you enjoying every moment.

When you were discharged from the hospital, Roman stayed with you everywhere you went. When your concussion healed, he helped you train so that you could return to WWE. Seth and Dean were there, of course, offering every bit of support they could; and, when you finally healed, they made sure to tease you and Roman badly.

You were annoyed at first but then you and Roman embraced it, officially telling him that the two of you were together. Dean and Seth were stunned but happy for the two of you, and you and Roman couldn't have been happier.

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Bouncing Baby [4]: Sick Day

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,613

A/N: Wow, hi guys! It's been a minute! I hope that you all like this next part! I'm so excited it's finally done after all this time. Hopefully you all still want to read it! This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!! Also, I hate editing on Tumblr Mobile, lol

You knew as soon as you woke up that morning, there was no way you were going to work. Your head was packed, your ears were stuffy and ringing, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You could barely open your eyes to shut off your alarm. You coughed, nearly puking as phlegm came up with it. You spit in the trash can next to your bed.

"Shota," you whined rolling over, and accidentally smacking him in the face with your hand. He grunted.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" he muttered, eyes still close.

"Are you crazy?" You coughed and spit in the can again. "You know my quirk copies my physical state on other people. If I try to heal anyone, they'll all leave the office feeling like this."

"I figured as much, that's why I asked."

Shota grabbed you, pulling your back to his front. You were worried about him getting sick. But you didn't protest the cuddles. They made you feel a lot better. You wished the two of you could lay there all day.

"I'll take Kohaku to work with me," Shota said as the third alarm rang. Reluctantly he sat up, placing his feet on the floor.

You rolled to face him, mostly asleep. Your head swam. "You don't have to. She's a handful."

"She'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"But your class - after everything that's happened...They still have so much left to learn. That's why I've been keeping her with me."

"Exactly, if they can't handle a child after this - there's no hope for them," your husband chuckled. You wanted to protest more. But your mind was getting dragged down into slumber.

You didn't hear them leave. Only waking to an empty house. For the first time in years, you were alone. No husband, no baby - it was unbearably quiet. But it was nice and serene. If only you didn't have a cold.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. Shota was three hours into work. You wondered how he and his class were faring. Little did you know, Kohaku would soon give them a run for their money.

Nobody had really questioned when Shota Aizawa walked through the halls with a baby that morning. A bag in his wife's favorite color was hung from his shoulder, and a black haired baby who was the spitting image of him on his hip. She was fast asleep against his shoulder.

By that time in the school year, everybody knew he was married to one of the school's nurses and that the baby was theirs. The secret he'd been trying to keep, leaking out after only two weeks. All due to an incident where she phased through the walls, giving everyone a fright.

It had been a regular occurrence after that that he'd watch the child in the classroom. Giving his wife a break to focus on her duties. So his class didn't much question the child either. Even though it'd been four months since they saw her last. The baby had grown much in that time.

Shota put his sleeping daughter in her playpen, then stood in front of his class. On his way to work, he'd thought of something fun. Something to give him a story to tell his sick wife to cheer her up when he got home. Maybe he'd even send her a video while the chaos ensued.

"Your morning classes will proceed as usual," he said. "However, your training later today will be different than normal."

Shota didn't answer any of his students questions. They would all just have to wait and see.

Their classes went by, lunch came and went. So far, Kohaku had been tame. He only had to erase her quirk a few times. Which she grew irritated at quickly. But she calmed down after All Might sat with her for an hour.

Kahaku napped after his visit. Shota right alongside her. He was glad she decided to sleep during the lunch period. He knew she was at her worst after nap time. But he wasn't concerned about it today. Today, her unruliness wasn't his problem. In fact, it worked great with his plan. It wouldn't have been as fun if she fell asleep in the middle of it.

Shota escorted his class to their training facilities once they all had changed. Kohaku was just beginning to wake up due to all the noise. She was still slumped against her father's shoulder.

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today?" Iida asked. "Is it some sort of special training?"

Shota smirked to himself. "Something like that. Today - you'll be taking care of my daughter."

There was a loud, collective WHAT?!

"We're not damn babysitters!" Bakugo growled.

"Don't curse around the girl, Bakugo!" Iida scolded.

Uraraka stepped forward. "She's only a baby, it shouldn't be too hard. Right?"

"Kohaku is very special. And not just to me and her mom. Kohaku is a year and seven months. However, as you may know, she already has her quirk," Aizawa explained. There were murmurs of oh yeah and shit, that's right. "My daughter can change the material her entire body structure is made of. Most likely to an atomic level. But, since she's only a baby, what she becomes and what she decides to do are totally unpredictable.

"Your task is to watch her until the end of the day. I won't be erasing her quirk. Time out will only be called if Kohaku falls asleep or needs her diaper changed. If she's still in the facility at the end of the day, you've successfully completed the exercise. But if she gets out, even once, then I'm going to make you sit through sex education classes with Midnight for a week."

There was a collective shutter, aside from Mineta. He was way too into it. Nose bleed and all. Everyone else one could see them sifting through worst case scenarios. Shota knew Nemuri would be only too excited to show his class the ropes if BDSM. Quite literally.

Shota moved Kohaku's hair from her eyes. Checking if she'd gone back to sleep. But Kohaku leaned up, yawning as she rubbed her face. She grinned up at her father, then turned to look at everyone else. She leaned shyly back against his shoulder. There were a few aawwwws.

"You're playing shy now?" Shota chuckled. "You know them. They're going to play with you today. Would you like that? - I've brought a bag of her toys with us. Everybody take one. The first person she goes to gets to sit out a day of lessons if the class manages to fail. If the class succeeds, that person gets extra credit towards any class they're currently lacking in."

His whole class clambered for the bag. Pulling out cute little bunnies, and plastic rings, and soft books that crinkled when they moved. Bakugo was unlucky enough to get a teether that looked like a bowl of ramen that she'd recently chewed on. He turned white when her spit coated his hand. He seemed about ready to destroy it.

"I would like to note," Shota added. "That if any of the toys are ruined by a student, it's an automatic failure for the entire group."

Everybody turned to Bakugo. He glared them down, snapping an insult. Shota sat on the floor, and a few people followed. He put Kohaku on his knee, turning her towards the class. She seemed mesmerized by her selection of toys.

"Do we have any questions before we start?"

Iida's hand shot into the air. "Mr. Aizawa, could you please tell us what materials your daughter can turn herself into?"

Aizawa nodded. "I was wondering if any of you were going to ask. Lucky Iida did, so that you all can be warned. - So far, Kohaku has done four things. One, she can become a rubber-like substance. If she falls or jumps off something, she'll bounce. After each subsequent one, she will become faster indefinitely until she hits something she can't bounce off of.

"Two, she can become heavy metal. When this happens, Kohaku can't be picked up or knocked over. This is often how she pushes over her playpen. However, the metal is soft and scratches easily. Which means that, when she deactivates, she'll have cuts in her skin. Third, she can turn her skin into a diamond material. Unlike with the metal, she can't be hurt in this state. But she is light and can be moved. Finally, Kohaku has figured out how to make her matter permeable. You all have met Mirio, of the Big Three. It seems to be similar to his quirk.

"She may be a child. But children are unpredictable, and Kohaku is particularly rambunctious once she warms up to you. If you all can handle villains, I see no reason why you should have any trouble with my daughter. Does anyone else have anything to ask?"

When the class remained silent, Shota nodded. He bounced Kohaku on his knee for a moment while he spoke to her.

“Okay, Kohaku,” Shota started. “Which toy would you like to play with?”

He stood her on her feet, making sure she was balanced. She sucked on her thumb as she slowly started to wobble towards the class. Some began to shake rattles at her or crinkle books. A few started making the noise to call cats. Shota rolled his eyes, you couldn’t pspspspspsss at a baby.

Finally, she wandered over to Todoroki. He’d been sitting quietly, watching her. His eyes grew wide as she crawled in his lap, reaching for the rabbit in his hand. Todoroki froze as she pulled herself up to stand on his thigh. She held the rabbit closely, while gripping on to his shoulder for balance. Shota made sure to get a photo on his phone of Todoroki’s terrified face.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?” Asui asked.

The corners of his mouth pulled down as he lifted up Kohaku and held her in front of him. She gurgled happily, jingling the chime in the rabbit.

“You scared of a stupid baby, Half and Half?” Bakugo snapped. He came over and took Kohaku from Todoroki’s hands, causing her to lose her grip on the rabbit. For once, Shota was glad when Kohaku started to cry. This was the beginning of the end.

Kohaku quickly turned herself into heavy metal. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep a grip on her. But she ultimately slammed to the ground. Kohaku gurgled happily, though Bakugo glared. She’d narrowly missed crushing his foot.

Shota watched on, laughing to himself, as Kohaku began to phrase through the large training terrain in the middle of the room. Students followed, leaping up into them. Trying to figure out where she might be in the structure.

“There!” Kirishima called from the other side.

Everyone followed, disappearing quickly, and Shota went to get a higher vantage point. Kirishima dove for Kohaku, but she went right through his fingers. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then watched as she teetered away. A few people tried to grab her, but she went through all of them.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari whined. “She’s going to get out!”

“She’s not a dog, sweetie,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s still heading for the wall! Which means -” Kaminari paled, so did Ashido when she remembered what Kohaku’s escape meant.

“Todoroki,” Asui asked. “Where’s that rabbit you had?!”

Todoroki glanced over his shoulder. “I put it back in the bag.”

“That’s okay, I think I can replicate it.” Yaoyorozu flicked quickly through her book, then focused. Not long after a semi-perfect replication of Kohaku’s rabbit sat in her hands. She shook it, and the chime inside jingled. Kohaku stopped in her tracks, one hand held up to the wall.

Kohaku searched for the sound, sputtering happily as she found the rabbit. She waddled over to Yaoyarozu , hands extending as far as her little arms could reach. Yaoyarozu picked her up, jingling the rabbit again. Kohaku seemed happy as long as made noise.

"That was way too close!" groaned Uraraka, slumping to the ground.

"I guess we gotta keep her entertained," Kirishima noted. "But how? Yaoyarozu can't keep making toys."

Aoyama butted in then, radiating sparkles. He grinned at Kohaku. "Allow moi to try. Prepare to be amazed, mon petit!"

However, Kohaku wasn't the least bit impressed by his belly laser. Even when he tried to make it flashy, like fireworks. Shota knew that'd never work on her. He chuckled at the display, taking a picture.

"She's just as mean as Mr. Aizawa," Aoyama whined. He curled into a ball, tears slipping out. The whole class groaned.

Uraraka was next to try. She held out her arms, which Kohaku reluctantly went into. It took Yaoyarozu giving Kohaku the rabbit to hold.

"You wanna go for a ride?!" Uraraka grinned then activated her quirk. It was a moment before Kohaku could process what was happening. But when she realized she was floating high above the others she began to cry.

"Uraraka! Put her down!!" Ojiro yelled.

Uraraka panicked, flailing for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

When Uraraka released her, Kohaku fell right into Shoji's arms. Which she did not like very much. Kohaku wailed loudly, clearly not a fan of the multi-limbed hero. Mineta panicked and began trying to juggle some of his balls.

Ashido marched over, swiftly taking Kohaku. "Gimme her, you guys don't know anything about babies! It's okay, sweetie, Auntie Mina is here to save you from these idiots."

She sat down, Kohaku in her lap. Then started making faces at her. Kohaku's crying eased, and there was a moment of relief as she began to giggle. Though even that was short lived. Ashido decided to take Kohaku on a surf around the room. Only to have her goop splash and melt down Kohaku's newly made rabbit. That led to another bout of crying.

"And who were you just calling idiots?" Kaminari asked snidely.

Ashido whined. "Shut up, Denki! It was an accident! Here! - Tsu, you take her!"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself. But Kohaku was already in her arms. The two stared at each other. "You can definitely tell she's Mr. Aizawa's daughter."

Kohaku laughed as Asui's tongue hung out of her mouth. She reached for it, tugging, and catching poor Asui off guard. Kohaku stretched and pulled her tongue, gurgling in glee.

"Do you want me to take her, Tsu?" Midoriya offered. Kohaku has been playing with her tongue for five minutes at that point. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable she was.

Asui nodded. "Thanks."

"C'mere, little Kohaku," he cooed, trying to pull Kohaku off. She didn't want to let go. No matter how much he tugged and pulled. Asui even tried to retract her tongue.

Aizawa snapped a picture of the tongue of war.

Finally, Kohaku let go. But so did Midoriya. Everyone watched in horror as the baby went flying.

"What the hell, Deku, you dunce?!" Bakugo growled.

Kohaku smooshed against the wall, then sprang back, careening towards the floor. She began to laugh and sprang off the floor as Sero and Kaminari hit heads trying to catch her.

"That's right!" Iida announced. "Mr. Aizawa said she can turn into rubber and bounce. - But she'll get exponentially faster. We have to catch her before she becomes too fast to see."

"We better do it soon, look!" The sleeve of Hagakure's uniform pointed up at the training terrain. Kohaku was bouncing off one level then the other. Shota dodged expertly as she passed him, she was nothing but a blur.

A few went to catch her, but she even escaped Iida's swiftness. Soon there was nothing but ominous bouncing and maniacal giggles echoing. No baby in sight.

"We're too late," Tokoyami shouted. "It's going to be impossible to catch her now."

Jiro kneeled. "Not impossible. Hanta, when I signal -"

Sero nodded, readying to shoot. Jiro plugged into the floor hearing every place she hit. The floor, the wall, the terrain, the ceiling…

"There!" she shouted, pointing to a space in the air.

Sero shot tape. To everyone's surprise, it wrapped around something. Kohaku appeared, pulling him with her velocity before she sprang back and hit him. Knocking them both to the floor. Kohaku cooed happily from her spot on Sero's chest. He gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up, trying to get the wind back in him.

Kirishima went and picked her up. He grinned at her. But she seemed unsure of his pointed teeth. "That's an awesome power you got, little dude! Mine's not half as cool."

He hardened himself up and Kohaku was instantly mesmerised. She turned herself into diamond. Clinking her hands against his hard skin, sputtering out happy gurgles.

"Really? That's all it took?" Hagakure wondered.

Something strange began to happen the longer Kirishima played with Kohaku. She began to deform her skin. Eventually, it writhed and wriggled. Her whole body trembled. She took partial form once, twice - three times. Kirishima stared in awe as she settled on her final form.

"Oh wow!" He held Kohaku up to face his teacher. "Hey! Mr. Aizawa, look! She has a new ability!"

For the first time in over an hour, Shota joined his students. They all crowded around to what happened. In Kirishima's arms sat a baby that looked to be made of rock. Her skin was hard and rough, even crunchy! It had ridges, similar to Kirishima's when he hardened all the way up. Shota snapped a picture of the pair.

Kohaku laughed, reaching for her father. Shota was surprised to find she was very dense. Not impossible to hold like the metal baby. But she felt like a small boulder. Very weighty and sturdy.

"Look at you," Shota chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Kohaku."

Kohaku went back to normal. Shota wrinkled his nose as soon as she did. He held her slightly away from him. Apparently all that effort to change made her soil her diaper. He wasn't the only one that smelled it. A few others were covering their noses. Some even gagging.

"I'm going to change her. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shota took her to a side room with the diaper bag. He decided it was time to give his wife a call.

"Hey," she croaked as the line crackled to life.

"You sound worse than this morning," he noted grimly. "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[Name] coughed. "Of course. I've had three glasses of water today. Plus I've been downing cough drops like candy."

"Drink more. I'll pick you cold medicine on my way home from work."

"I can go get it, you have Kohaku -"

Shota rolled his eyes. "I can handle her all on my own."

"Has she been good today?"

He grinned to himself. "Exceptional. I'm changing her now, so I thought I would call and check in on my lovely wife."

"I can't wait for you guys to get home," [Name] admitted. "It's unnerving how quiet it is. And I haven't been away from Kohaku this long before. I keep thinking I hear her crying."

"You need some rest." Shota frowned. "I'll call you again before we leave. We love you."

[Name] sighed in defeat, much too tired to argue. "I love you both, too. I'll talk to you later."

Shota hung up and finished changing Kohaku. He washed his hands, then took her back to the gym. "Are you ready to continue play time?"

All of his students had a new heir of determination. They'd seen what she could do now. Shota didn't know if they'd come up with a plan, or we're just being over confident.

"You have just over an hour until the end of the day," he announced. "So let's make this interesting."

"Wait - didn't Mina destroy one of her toys?" Midoriya asked. The class paled in realization. "Shouldn't we be out?"

Shota shook his head. "The toy Ashido melted down was made by Yaoyarozu. It wasn't one I brought with us. So you all haven't failed - for now. At the moment, only Todoroki and Kirishima are safe -"

"Why is shitty hair safe?!" Bakugo blazed.

"He helped her realize a new ability. I think that's a feat that deserves to be rewarded."

Kirishima grinned. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Which leads me to the next part." This whole, honestly, couldn't have gone any better. This was better than he'd originally planned. "I want to see if anyone else can help Kohaku develop her quirk. As long as she isn't hurt, you can try to encourage her any way you see fit. The offer from earlier still stands. Anyone who succeeds is given extra credit, if you win. And gets to skip Midnight's, most likely elicit, sex education class, should you fail. - Your time begins now."

Shota put Kohaku down. She immediately went to Kirishima and rocked up. He hardened up himself as he picked her up.

"Maybe it isn't manly, but you're just so adorable," he said and gave her a little squeeze.

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo raged, marching over. "How is anyone else supposed to get a chance if you don't put the brat down?!"

"Insult my daughter again, Bakugo," Shota warned, eyes glowing. "And you'll wish Nemuri's class was the worst thing in your future."

Bakugo huffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"So…." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll give it a go!" Sato stepped forward, downing a thing of sugar. Kohaku was unimpressed as he powered up and flexed some. He gave up pretty quickly.

"It's okay, you tried your best," Ashido encouraged as he passed her.

Kaminari stepped up next, flashing electricity in the palm of his hand. Kohaku seemed to enjoy the show, but there was no sense that she was trying to change.

"Oh, c'mon," Kaminari groaned. "Don't you want to be an electric baby?"

"So she can fry herself and be as dumb as you?" Jiro teased. "I think not."

"Alright then, you give it a go!" Kaminari slunk away dejectedly.

Jiro and Kohaku exchanged a long glance. Then she extended her earphone jacks towards her. However Jiro retracted them immediately as Kohaku reached for them.

"Sorry, Kohaku," she said and jerked thumb behind her. "But you're not doing to me what you did to Tsu."

"You all aren't doing it properly," Iida scolded, stepping forward. "Allow me to demonstrate. Kirishima, put her down."

Kirishima did as he was asked. Kohaku was not very pleased. She went back to normal as she eyed Iida.

"Look here, little one," Iida instructed. He showed off his leg engines, revving them for show. Kohaku tilted her head.

Iida took a sprint around the room. Then came to a stop in front of her again. Kohaku laughed at that, reaching her arms out.

Iida shook his head. "Now you try."

Kohaku pouted. Kirishima laughed. "She wants you to pick her. Maybe if you took her on a run with you?"

Iida glanced between his classmate and the baby. Finally, he sighed and picked her up. He tucked her to his chest with one arm, then took off into a sprint. Shota had a feeling her hair was going to be a big knotted mess afterwards.

Kohaku looked slightly green as they came to a stop. Iida put her down, then gave her a small lecture on how his engines work. How she could incorporate them. But, honestly, she was a baby. So of course the whole thing was lost to her.

"You do know that's not how children work, right?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido crouched in front of her, conjuring a whole hand of grey mush. "How about you become a slime baby for Auntie Mina?"

"You sound stupid," Bakugo snapped. "Stop calling yourself that."

Ashido threw the slime at him. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody asked you!"

It took a few people to cool him down. The sound as his hands began to pop got Kohaku's attention. She crawled right past Ashdio, who was still trying to coax out a slime baby. Kohaku sat staring up at Bakugo, watching as his hands crackled.

"What're you looking at?" he snapped, glaring at her.

Kohaku stood as the popping stopped, and pulled one of his hands into her own. She looked closely at his palm and then flipped his hand over. She seemed dissatisfied. Kohaku made a soft pa, pa, papa, pa.

Bakugo frowned. "What are you doing?"

"I think she wants you to use your quirk again," Sero pointed out. Kohaku continued to make the soft pa, papa, pa, pa, paap.

Bakugo sighed. But he did crouch to her height. "I need my hand back to make them pop."

Kohaku seemed to understand and immediately let go. Bakugo took a step away and lit his hands up for her. Kohaku squeezed in glee. She threw her hands up, making louder pa, papa, pa, pa!! She began running around again. Kohaku ran back through the terrain.

"Oh, way to go, Bakugo!" Mineta groaned. "You scared her. Now she's going to get out!"

"Shut it, extra," Bakugo snapped. "I didn't scare her."

"Not with his quirk, anyway," Kaminari snickered quietly. Bakugo turned to him, blazing.

Everyone went back up and over. Kohaku was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, we lost her!" Ashido exclaimed. "I am not sitting through Miss. Midnight's class with you people!"

"She's not lost!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Look, over there!"

He pointed down by the far wall. Sure enough, Kohaku looked ready to go through it.

"We won't reach her in time," Todoroki said.

Midoriya launched off. "I got her."

Unfortunately he went right through. Smacking face first into the wall.

"Idiot, Deku!" Bakugo took off after. "I'm not going to fail babysitting because of you!"

He landed, popping his hands again. Kohaku turned to him. She crawled over Midoriya, going to sit and watch the show.

"Wow, Bakugo is surprisingly good with kids," Ashido said, faintly.

Everyone dropped down to sit by Kohaku. There wasn't much time left. They just had to keep her entertained for a little while longer.

"Hey, Todoroki! Why don't you make some snow?!" Hagakure cheered.

Kaminari looked incredibly confused. "What?"

"Do you really think that will work?" Kirishima asked.

Hagakure nodded, even though no one could see it. "Sure, nobody can resist playing in the snow!"

Todoroki touched his hand to the floor. It iced up. Then a large flow started, not quite freezing all the way. Bakugo was not pleased as it crashed over him, dousing his flames. Kohaku's head popped out of the snow. She giggled happily as she looked around.

"What the hell, Half and Half?!" Bakugo yelled, melting the slush around him.

Kohaku crawled through the snow. She started taking chunks in her hand and compressing them. Everyone was a little confused when it congealed into ice. Until Kohaku started to tremble again. She stretched and jellied and shook. Then, finally, took form. This time, she looked to be made of ice.

Shota snapped another picture. "Maybe we should let her see quirks in use more often."

"Aw, man, that's not fair!" Mineta whined.

"I mean, of course Todoroki would be good at this. He's good at everything." Hagakure shrugged.

For the first time, Kohaku seemed to notice her. Just a uniform with no body seeming to be attached. Kohaku wandered over to her. She put her hands on where Hagakure's face should be. She was definitely surprised there was something there.

The disturbed look on Kohaku's face faded quickly. She patted Hagakure's face a few more times. Then began to shake again. She flickered a few times.

"This is amazing," Uraraka said in awe. "How do you think she's catching on to quirks so fast?"

"Observation, I suppose," Iida noted. "Look!"

Finally, Kohaku managed to flicker all the way out. Just a t-shirt and pants. She giggled to herself. Hagakure picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"I feel so flattered," she cried.

Bakugo grumbled. "She probably would've picked up my quirk, if you extras hadn't distracted her! Then she'd a real power!"

"No offense, Bakugo. But the last thing Mr. Aizawa and nurse [Name] need is another one of you," Kaminari said.

Bakugo was ready to argue again. A few people scrambled to cool him down. Shota admired the scene as they fought. Kohaku was coming along quite well. Better than he'd expected. He and [Name] had been afraid to let Kohaku around people while using their quirks. But he was starting to see how it's be beneficial to her.

Sure, there were things she'd figured out on her own. But she was very smart for her age. And her abilities with her quirk, the control, the range - it would make her something of a prodigy. He would have just to make sure to lead her down a good path. But not feel like she was being forced to do anything she didn't want to.

Shota wondered if any of the other hero courses would mind the exercise. That way Kohaku could be exposed to more, so she could learn. He'd have to have his wife take her to sit with the class beforehand. So she knew them. Then he'd take on the day of exercise. Just in case her quirk needed erasing.

"Enough of this," Iida yelled, finally. "We've nearly completed the exercise. Just a few more minutes, then you can argue about this outside."

Bakugo huffed. Kohaku became visible again and wriggled out of Hagakure's grasp. She went back to Bakugo. Pa, pa, pa!

"Yeah, pa," he groaned. He lit his hands up. But everyone nearly ran as Kohaku became an inferno. The flames were wild. Blazing and licking at people. She tottered from side to side. Melting the snow Todoroki had created.

As she tried to run off, fire still uncontrollable, Shota thought it was time to step in. He leapt down and joined his students.

"That's enough, Kohaku," he scolded. His eyes glowed and his hair flowed around him. Her flames were immediately doused. She tried to flick them back on a few times. But nothing worked. She wailed as she realized she couldn't do it anymore. "If you can't use your quirk responsibly, then you aren't going to use it at all."

Shota picked Kohaku up. She must've been getting tired from using her quirk, and playing so much the last few hours. She was getting cranky. But Shota knew she'd zonk in the car seat on the way home.

"We're calling it early, Kohaku is tired," Shota said. He wanted to add and so am I, to the end of it but refrained. "I'm proud of how each and every one of you did today. Surprisingly, you all passed. Congratulations. You're better with children than I thought."

"So - no Midnight?!" Ashdio asked excitedly.

Shota shook his head. "No, you saved yourselves. Barely."

"Uh, should someone take Deku to Recovery Girl?" Asui asked, leaning over his slumped form by the wall. "I think he knocked himself out earlier."

"Asui, you and Uraraka take Midoriya to the nurse's office while I finish up here."

Uraraka went and lightened up Midoriya, then her and Asui made their way out the door.

"Todoroki, Kirishima, Hagakure, Bakugo - you all get extra credit. If you don't need, or want it, you're more than welcome to give it to someone else. Just let me know who."

"I know exactly what I'm using mine for!" Hagakure cheered.

"C'mon, man," Kaminari groaned, tugging at Bakugo's sleeve. "I know you have perfect grades! Give me your credit!"

Bakugo glared. "Get off me!"

Kirishima awkwardly went up to his teacher. He grinned shyly. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, if you ever want a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to watch Kohaku. Whenever you need."

"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll keep that in mind," Shota noted. And he would. Kohaku really seemed to like him, and he and his wife hadn't gone on a date in ages.

"Mr. Aizawa, is that all for today's exercise?" Iida asked. "Are we free to go?"

"Yes. But first - I just wanted to say thanks to all of you," Shota started. "You all did well handling her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. She's learned a lot, but still has a long way to go. I know she'll keep today with her, even when she's older." Shota checked the time. They really had made it to the end of the day without an incident. "You're all free to go."

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," Ashido started as the group left the facility. "Why did you bring Kohaku today?"

"Because even nurses have sick days."

Kohaku slept on the way home, and while in the store. Shota couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about his day. The one he'd planned all for her. He was sure she'd cry laughing so hard. It was all worth it if he could cheer her up, even a little bit.

The house was dark and quiet when they got in. He didn't bother flicking on any lights. Just in case it woke up Kohaku. Instead just setting down his things and going to look for his wife. She was curled up in their bed asleep in a mountain of tissues, some DVD rolling credits on her laptop. Shota laughed to himself.

He moved everything and laid Kohaku down next to her mother. His stories would have to wait. For the time being, it was family nap time. That was truly the perfect ending to the day.

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DaveFarts - Episode 7 “The Noisy Roommate” [Episode List] Tim spends the night at Dave’s house and they have to share the latter’s full-sized bed. As they go to sleep, Dave soon makes sure that it’s gonna be a noisy night.

The episode is inspired by TheFartingWolf’s video/premise of the same name. I had a similar idea sometime ago but I figured I could just combine my story and the video for, I don’t know, a real 4D experience? With that said, I’m ready to delete this story should TheFartingWolf want me to do so.

Also keep in mind that this is not a story about the IRL person who made the video linked above, but rather two fictional characters.

The Noisy Roommate

“Thanks for having me over, bro.” I thanked Dave, while rummaging through my backpack.

This was not the first time I slept at Dave’s house of course, not even the first during our 20s, but this time it truly was a last-second solution. This is not like the shower emergency from sometime ago, though water is involved again somehow.

“No problem dude. I needed someone to help me finish this case of beer anyway.” he said, cracking one open and throwing the can at me, which I managed to catch.

“Always up for it.” and I took a long sip of that cold nectar.

“I’m sorry you almost drowned.” he joked.

“Yeah it was terrible.” I played along.

Truth is that some pipe in my house literally exploded and water flooded the entire apartment. It’s not as bad as it sounds: the leak was already fixed but I still needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t even have time to call anyone as Dave simply showed up at my place and drove me here.

We sat on the couch to watch some bad movie as we kept chatting about some random stuff and having beer. We were both dressed casually, Dave sporting a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt, outfits that doubled as our pajamas, even though Dave was probably gonna sleep shirtless as he usually does.

And again, as usual, I felt some familiar vibrations going through the couch. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Straight to the point, I see.” I commented.

He laughed and slightly leaned, ripping the rest of the 7-seconds rip towards me, without the couch muffling the sound now. I always appreciate how my bud is so casual about my kink and that fart, needless to say, was impressive, despite being “small” for my bro’s incredibly high standards. Also, he basically almost always farted like this even before he knew about my fetish which, again, led me to appreciate more how his attitude towards me didn’t change at all -and he knows very well the “side effects” his blasts give me.

I pitched a tent in my own shorts but I managed to hide it by adjusting my position, crossing my legs. Whether Dave noticed that or not was irrelevant, as he kept ripping a couple of more loud toots.

We resumed watching the TV for like one hour until we both decided it was time to turn into corpses for the rest of the night, so we went upstairs, the beers making us a bit dizzy but nothing serious.

I was familiar with Dave’s house so I headed directly to the guest room, my bud right behind me.

I stepped into the dark room, turned the light on, and I saw it, staring at me from the bed.

Brave Dave was the first one to run away, pulling me outside of the guest room as I hastily shut the door. Team work!

“Okay, Tim. Were you cursed or something?” he asked.

On the bed we both just saw a huge spider, the biggest we’ve ever seen in real life. While we’re not properly arachnophobic, it’s not like *we like* sleeping with spiders hanging around.

We were both manly adult men and so we were both very afraid of the eight-legged monster sneaking out to murder us in our sleep, or simply existing, so the two of us rushed to the kitchen and came back with tons of duct tape to block up every nook and cranny of the guest room door.

“Alright.” I said. “I’ll just use the couch downstairs.”

“Nah bro.” Dave commented. “My bed’s full-sized. You can join me.” and he walked towards his room.

I needed some time to process what he just said. Me and Dave shared a bed many times but that was always before I came out to him. I wonder how-

“Look, I hate to interrupt your inner monologue about self-pity and all” he said, kind of annoyed. “But can we just for once skip your awkward bullshit and head to bed? Thanks.” and then disappeared into his room.

I chuckled a bit as I realized how “formulaic” I was being lately when he more than once proved to me that he had no issues with me, so I followed him.

The bedroom was dimly lit and he was already lying on his side of the bed, shirtless, showing off some mild pecs and an overall nice-looking figure.

“I gotta warn you: I’m a screamer in bed.” I jokingly said, lying down on my side of the bed, just by the window.

“Oh yesss, scream harder, daddy.” he played along, laughing.

We were both lying down, mindlessly scrolling stuff on our smartphones and reading articles. That only lasted a couple of minutes.

“Well, time for your goodnight kiss” Dave announced, quickly wrapping his legs around me and planting his butt in grey shorts in my face.

I was still lying down as the fart erupted, almost making me deaf for how loud it was, so up close and personal. I couldn’t see the ceiling very well as Dave’s hairy legs mostly obstructed the view. The blast didn’t even smell that much, which made me assume it was on command rather than fully natural; not that it didn’t stink at all of course.

The beer-powered fart lasted about 10 seconds. He wiggled his ass on my face a bit and then let me go/breathe. “I thought you were a screamer.” he teased and went back on his side of the bed, which almost looked queen-sized.

I didn’t say anything and I simply turned my back to him, trying to be annoyed and failing miserably, feeling a faint scent in my nostrils every time I breathed.

“Looks like there’s a leak in my house as well.” he said, right before ripping another thunderous blast, this time far from me. I tried to ignore that, but I still pitched a tent anyway. I didn’t even turn around: I’m not going to let the teaser win!

After a couple of minutes, Dave turned the lights off and the room fell into darkness, the only source of light being a digital alarm clock inches from my face. 1:34 AM, not as late as I thought, but my body didn’t care and I fell asleep almost immediately.

2:44 AM I hear a loud noise and I woke up, only opening my eyes, the alarm clock greeting my sight in a room of pure darkness. Took me a couple of moments to realize that, of course, it was Dave farting, this time in his sleep. I turned around, noticing Dave’s grey pants as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

3:01 AM I was almost asleep as another fart snapped me back to reality, this time even louder. Again I instinctively turned around and stared at my bud’s butt as the blast erupted. Those felt very airy and pretty much odourless I think. I thought whether I should wake him up but I didn’t want him to think that I was listening to his sleep-farting, which is literally what I was doing sadly.

At this point I was playing the jump-rope between being asleep and awake, every time fully waking up because of Dave farting like crazy. After many farts, the blast at 3:59 AM felt particularly powerful and “meaty”, which made me look again at my friend’s butt, somehow noticing his pants moving because of the air being blasted out. A powerful rip that lasted around 11 seconds I believe. Was I dreaming? Similar farts then followed.

4:59 AM This one almost scared me as when I thought it was over it instead became louder and louder, as if it was a train passing nearby. It had a great sound and flow, one of the best I ever heard from my bro.

5:32 AM Another peak in farting activity. Falling asleep at this point was impossible. Each moment of silence was just the quiet before the storm and I completely gave up on the idea of resting that night.

6:21 AM This one was so loud and powerful that even Dave woke up for a moment. He simply sighed in relief though, but when even the farter wakes up, you know the fart was incredible.

6:36 AM A similar blast greeted the first lights of the dawn.

Even more powerful rips were heard at 7:16 AM and 7:33 AM. At around 8:01 AM, Dave finally woke up by himself, one of his loudest farts acting as natural alarm clock.

That was a long night and as I heard Dave going downstairs to do his morning routine, I figured it was finally time to catch up some sleep, but ironically enough the silence made it more difficult as I was now so used to his blasts that they felt like white noise, fetish or not.

That teasing bastard won and wasn’t even done.

After merely 30 minutes, I heard him jump on the bed. I was facing the window, pretending to be asleep, but I knew he was standing on the bed, towering over me.

“Rise and shine, roommate!”

He squatted over my head, still sporting those grey shorts, and ripped a huge, loud and proud natural morning fart all over my face. I’m kind of glad I was already awake, ‘cause I would have been scared to death by that gas thunder. Where was all of this gas coming from? How was he not done?

I screamed, annoyed, and pushed him on his side of the bed, my hands touching his still-farting ass, the stench being this time unbearable. I heard him laugh like an idiot as he lied next to me, keeping one of his legs up as he finished ripping that loud, long fart.

“So you are a screamer!” he joked.

“And you fart in your sleep.” I replied.

“As if you’d mind me doing that.”

Whether he was aware or not of what happened during the night, Dave was as usual so comfortable around me that he just didn’t care and it was all just a big gassy prank for him. So I just lied there, awake, chatting with my bud about my house looking like Venice, so tired and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother about the spider staring back at us from the ceiling.

End of Episode 7

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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New Girl on the Block (17)

(sorry for the late update everyone! I spent time with family this weekend and got a little side tracked lol anyway, please enjoy chapter 17 of “New Girl on the Block” and as always, feel free to check out the mini series connected to this called Journal Entries!)

Ch.1 / Ch.16 / Ch.18 (ao3)

Chapter 17: Subtlety Is Key

The platform ladder that Marinette was standing on sat firmly in Felix’s grip as he watched her attempt to pin a stream of hearts to the wall. She appeared to be having trouble deciding which angle was best, moving her end of the stream up and down while staring at the other end, which was already pinned up, and squinting. He half wondered if she was going to take this long on every stream of hearts she pinned up, since she'd been doing the same up-and-down motion for a while now, but he also didn’t mind waiting if she did. The longer he stood here, the better his chances were of escaping the task of writing those “thank you” cards that Allegra liked to put in her party favors. She always managed to rope him into it, saying that his handwriting was the best amongst them, which, in truth, it was, but why not save the trouble and type out the message on the computer in a curly font? Surely, it would have the same effect.

“Felix, does this look straight to you?”

Felix dragged his gaze back up to Marinette, who was frowning at the spot that she’d finally decided to stop on. The stream of hearts hung to her right, making a nice curve on the wall that looked fine, but he wouldn’t be able to say for certain until he acquired a level, which they didn’t have.

“As straight as it can get, I imagine.” He replied. Even if it was a tad off, the guests would hardly notice. They’ll be too busy mingling and dancing around.

A sigh fell from the ravenette, and she lowered the hearts to give him a tired look. “How is that supposed to help me?”

“Well, it’s definitely not straight now. Does that help?”

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line, obviously disgruntled, and Felix clenched his jaw to avoid smiling. Perhaps he should wait until she got off the ladder to continue. She might kick him in the face otherwise.

“Why are you here if you’re not going to be useful?” She grumbled, turning back to the wall.

A snort escaped Felix’s lips. “I am being useful. I’m holding the ladder so you don’t fall and break your neck.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t fall whether the ladder is steady or not.”

“Which is another reason why I’m here.” He replied smoothly. “To catch you.”

Marinette hummed, glancing down at him from the corner of her eye. “How kind of you.”

“Yes, it really is, isn’t it?”

She breathed out a small laugh and shook her head, coaxing a smirk from Felix as well.

It’s been about a week since they stayed up all night talking at Allegra’s house, since things between them changed, since things with him changed. He couldn’t quite place what had caused it, except that it was most definitely her. The way she listened to him wholeheartedly throughout the entire night, hanging on his every word, offering support when needed and trading a few stories herself- It made him feel heard, which was immensely strange. Because he’d been heard before, plenty of times in fact. It was nothing new. So why was that night different? Was it because of the soft atmosphere that the moon provided? Or because they were both somewhat tired despite saying otherwise? Why did his entire being feel so clear and refreshed when they went up to bed later on?

Whatever happened, he’d assumed that the feeling would be gone by morning, since nighttime conversations hardly travel to the next day, but imagine his surprise when the feeling swelled full force in his chest the next day, specifically when he greeted Marinette in the hall. It was as crystal clear as the night before, and it had yet to fade even now.

Felix didn’t understand. Not at all. But he certainly wasn’t going to dispute it. He actually began encouraging the feeling, talking with Marinette on a more constant basis, muttering in her direction during conversations, asking more casual questions, throwing around a joke or two about the others when it seemed appropriate- he even found himself teasing her at one point, which led him to the wonderful realization that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was much sassier than he’d given her credit for. Despite her surprise, she’d snapped back immediately, a playful glare in her eyes and a smirk on her lips, and with an unexpected reaction like that, Felix couldn’t not tease her more. That would simply be a waste.

In the following week, he continued to talk with her, and continued to learn how much of a wild card she truly was. She never reacted to his teasing the same way. For example, one minute, she would blush, the next she would smack him, or roll her eyes and shoot right back without a second thought, or even pout. There was no telling what she was going to do next, and Felix eagerly anticipated her next move each time. It was fun for him now, fun to talk with her, fun to see her smirks and glares and giggles when he did. He could understand why Claude, Allegra, and Allan would want to talk with everyone and anyone if they all acted like her.

Their dynamic had definitely changed over the last few days, and although he wasn’t sure how much Marinette had noticed it herself, Felix knew he was thoroughly enjoying the shift.

“There.” Marinette said above him, leaning back to put her hands on her hips. “How’s that?”

Felix’s eyes glazed over the stream of hearts again, and he let out a hum. “A bit more to the left.”

Her shoulders drooped. “Are you serious?”

“No.”

The narrowed yet playful glare that she shot him had Felix holding back another chuckle, and he innocently moved to grab one of the pink, inflated balloons on the table next to them to hand it to her.

“Why do I ask you anything anymore?” She asked as she took the balloon from him.

“Because you know I’m an excellent judge when it comes to fine craftsmanship, such as the stream of hearts hanging above us on the wall right now.”

Marinette scoffed, tacking the balloon to the wall just above the first decoration. “What, are you kissing up to me now? Are you trying to butter me up so I’ll bring you more cheesy croissants?”

Felix shot her a look of feigned offense. “I wouldn’t dream of it, not after the amount of pain and effort that went into the making of those decorations.”

Now she was glaring at him. “Exactly how long do you plan on holding that paper cut against me?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Felix replied, a slight smile betraying his lips as he did.

Marinette huffed, letting her eyes flick up in an eyeroll, and started back down the ladder. Felix moved back to let her off, before grabbing the ladder again to lift it over to the next wall. They still had two more streams to put up.

“You seem to be more present today.” He commented, thinking back on the get-together they had yesterday. She’d been lost in her own thoughts through the first part of it, so much so that Allegra felt the need to ask her if she was alright. Marinette didn’t get to answer due to Claude jumping in, but when Felix asked her about it again a bit later, she quickly froze up, saying that she’d rather keep it to herself for the time being.

Felix understood, of course, and he said as much, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. Or even a bit concerned. She always had a specific look when that model was involved, and she’d worn it openly yesterday. Therefore, he could only assume that that was part of the trouble, but how much trouble? Did they run into each other again? Did he text her? Did he go looking for her somewhere? There were too many possibilities and not enough clues for Felix to draw a firm conclusion. He couldn’t even be sure that Agreste was the problem in the first place.

“Did your troubles sort themselves out?” He added, trying not to look at her too much as he did. Felix didn’t want to pry, but he did want to make sure she was handling herself alright. (Not that that was really in question at this point. After that run-in with the akuma, they all knew quite well that Marinette could take care of things when she needed to.)

Marinette paused at the base of the ladder, tilting her head at him with a questioning glance. “My troubles?”

A slight frown tugged at the corner of Felix’s lips. Had she forgotten already? It must not have been that important, then..

“You said something was bothering you yesterday.” He said anyway.

“Oh!” Understanding washed over her features, but a grimace quickly followed. “Oh.”

Felix rose a brow. Did that mean the problem wasn’t resolved?

“Um.. no.” She said, offering a bit of clarity as she fiddled with the next stream of hearts that they were supposed to be hanging up. “No, it’s still very much there, unfortunately. I’m not sure how everything’s going to work out yet.”

Felix nodded. “I see. I apologize for bringing it up, then.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” She insisted as she climbed the ladder. “I know you were just trying to help.”

“Besides,” Marinette threw another smile over her shoulder, one that was clearly softer than the smirks she’d been giving him earlier, “if it gets to be too much, I’m sure you’ll come to rescue again. So you can have something else to brag about.”

Felix’s eyes widened, admittedly knocked off balance by the comment. Joking about being rescued wasn’t entirely unusual, but ‘again’? What did she mean ‘again’? Did she think he rescued her before? When? Why did he find himself feeling immensely pleased with the thought?

“Of course..” He muttered absently. “I do love to brag, you know.”

It was a bland remark to be sure, not nearly one of his best, but Marinette laughed anyway, as she always did, and turned back around to start pinning the next stream of hearts to the wall.

Felix continued to watch.

~~~~~~

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Adrien lunged for his phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint before it could even finish vibrating, and tapped the notification. Was it her? Had she finally decided to text him? Please let it be her!

A news app flashed onto his screen, and his shoulders sagged as he realized that Marinette hadn’t texted him. How long was she going to wait? It’s already been a full day, and winter break was fading fast. He knew these things could take time, but they honestly didn’t have a lot of that right now. Once school started up again, his schedule was going to go right back to packed, and he’d barely be able to breathe let alone go see her. He didn’t want their precious chance to hang-out to go to waste.

“You good, dude?” Nino asked next to him. “You’ve been hovering around your phone all day. Is something going on?”

“Oh, uh-” Adrien sat up, pushing away his phone and disappointment. Marinette was going to text him eventually. He just needed to be patient. “No, everything’s fine. Père just likes to stay in touch with me while I’m out, so I want to make sure I don’t miss any text messages or anything.”

Nino frowned. “Isn’t sending Gorilla with you enough?”

Adrien shrugged. “Yeah, but you know how he is. He likes to stay on top of things.”

Disgruntlement flicked across Nino’s features, and he tugged his hat down slightly to hide it, muttering, “Or he just likes to control everything.”

Adrien smiled despite the comment. “Come on, he’s not that bad. He let us hang out today, right?”

Nino nodded, though his frown didn’t fade. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.. Just don’t let him distract you from our game. We still have a tie to break.”

Adrien straightened and grabbed the controller that he’d dropped earlier. “Course not! Père or no, I still have plenty of focus to beat you.”

Nino let out a playful scoff. “Sure, dude. We’ll see who beats who this time.”

Adrien chuckled and positioned himself on the couch, and the two jokingly counted down before starting the next match.

Keeping Nino in the dark about Marinette wasn’t something Adrien enjoyed- they were best friends, after all -but he didn’t want to risk talking about her now. The class was only just now starting to be suspicious of Lila, and even then, it was light, joking. They weren’t serious about it yet. If they knew he was meeting up with Marinette, the person they still weren’t entirely fond of, it might serve as a disadvantage to him. What if they stopped listening to him because he was talking with her? He couldn’t take that chance. He needed to get his feet planted firmly on the ground before taking any rash steps forward.

That said, he did need to take some sort of step forward. Lila trying to make a deal with him last week was extremely reassuring, since it meant that she herself thought of him as a threat, but he also knew that he couldn’t slack off because of it. Muttering over her shoulder wasn’t going to work forever, and if he didn’t find a way to crank up the pressure soon, she would start countering his subtle attacks. Maybe he could start talking to people directly? While they were alone. He could talk to them more about Lila and ask if her stories are suspicious.. But what if he talks to the wrong person? Depending on who he conversed with, they might round on him in an instant, and his plan would crumble again. No, he needed to be careful about this. He needed to start with someone he could trust.

“....So,” Adrien glanced at Nino, because who better to start with than his best friend? “what are your thoughts on Lila?”

If Adrien wanted to change everyone’s opinion of Marinette and Lila, he supposed he would have to know those opinion’s first, and Nino, he felt, was the perfect candidate for that. He was a chill, relaxed person, who pretty much liked everybody. (Everybody except Adrien’s father, that is.) His opinion of Lila should be similar to an average of everyone else’s opinion, and Adrien could use that as an estimation of Lila’s- hopefully decreasing -popularity.

Nino scrunched up his nose, clearly confused by the change of subject. “Lila? I mean, she’s alright. Pretty nice. Alya really likes her.”

Adrien nodded thoughtfully. That was about what he expected him to say. “What do you think about her stories? It seems like she’s been everywhere, doesn’t it?”

Nino snorted. “Right? She says she knows everybody and anybody. It’s pretty crazy.”

Adrien’s eyes widened slightly, though Nino didn’t notice. ‘She says she knows everybody’? Not ‘she knows everybody’? If Adrien didn’t know any better, he might say that sounded a little bit like doubt.

“You don’t believe her?” He asked, carefully.

“No, no, I do.” Nino rushed to say, ignoring the game console that was now blinking ‘defeat’ on his side. “It’s just.. you know.. crazy. She’s been all over the world, knows all these different people, and she’s only fifteen. And she kept up with the school the whole time. It sounds like a lot.”

“Yeah, it definitely does.” Adrien agreed, setting his controller aside and hiding a smile. “And now, she’s been taking up the job as class president, even though she’s still planning charity events and working at homeless shelters and hanging out with Alya and the rest of the girls and doing homework.. It makes you wonder how she fits it all into her schedule.”

Nino chuckled. “Yeah, I- It’s.. I don’t know. I definitely couldn’t do it. What about you, though? What do you think about her? You seem to be really interested in her lately.”

Adrien had to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid laughing. Interesting was a word.

“Ah, well.. I guess I’m just curious about her more than anything. I’m a model who goes places and meets people all the time, and I haven’t met nearly as many famous people as she has. I wanna learn how she’s managed to not get in any news or magazines so far-”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Adrien paused mid-word to whirl around and check his phone. He was honestly preparing himself for the disappointment already- why would this time be any different? -when his eyes landed on the tiny speech bubble that represented his text messaging app. His insides leaped at this sight, and he tried to swallow his excitement as he tapped the notification. Was it her? Had she finally texted him?

Marinette’s name splayed across the top of the screen, and it took every ounce of discipline for Adrien not to leap off the couch and cheer. She’d texted him! Marinette had finally texted him back!

~Hey, sorry it took me so long to text you. I’ve been helping my friends out with something. If you want, I can meet up with you at (something) café for lunch on Feb. 15th? Does that work for you?~

Lunch! Adrien wanted to scream. She was inviting him to lunch! Marinette did want to hang out with him more! This was perfect!

He quickly texted her back.

~That sounds great! I’ll see you then ;D~

Adrien hadn’t even checked his schedule yet, but that didn’t matter. He was making this lunch date no matter what. Then he could talk with Marinette about his plans and maybe convince her to come back and-

“Was that your dad?” Nino asked, breaking Adrien from his thoughts yet again. That was probably a good thing though. He shouldn’t be getting too ahead of himself. From the way things looked, Marinette was really enjoying her new school life. It will probably take a lot of convincing to get her to come back. For now, he needed to take things slowly.

Slowly.

“Oh, yeah.” Adrien said, cool as a cucumber. “He was just telling me about my next photoshoot.”

“Another one? It’s not going to stop us from hanging out, is it?”

“No, no, it shouldn’t.” Not that he knew of, anyway. The only thing his meeting with Marinette would hopefully affect was everyone’s opinions of Lila.

Nino relaxed slightly at the answer. “Good. He over-works you way too much. You should ask for a raise or something.”

Adrien laughed. “I think I’d rather keep the time off that he gives me. Anyway, you ready to play another round? You lost, so now you have to catch back up.”

Nino eyed his controller with a slight smile. “Whatever, man, you know I’m gonna pass you up without a problem.”

“Sure you are.” Adrien smirked. “Just like how you were gonna pass me up last round.”

Nino laughed and snatched his controller up. “Oh, it’s on, dude.”

~~~~~~

Allegra drew in a deep breath, reveling in the scent of the special candles she’d ordered. Patchouli and Rosewood- the perfect thing to accentuate the rose bouquets delicately placed on the round tables and encourage the romantic mood for their party. With the lights dimmed and everyone dancing together on top of that, hearts were bound to be captured, and she couldn’t wait to see it, especially when it came to a particular pair.

Allegra set her candle down and subtly glanced over her shoulder at Felix and Marinette, who were currently stringing up the last stream of hearts on the other side of the room. They were both laughing and talking together, completely comfortable as Felix held the ladder steady and Marinette pinned her last balloon at the end of the stream. It was a cliché couple, really- the stoic, uptight rich boy falling hard for the sweet, adorable bakery girl -but Allegra was determined to see it work out. She’s always prided herself on getting unlikely people together, and these two were going to be her ultimate achievement. Of course, at this point, she supposed she could hardly call them an unlikely couple. They’ve been rather in-step with each other as of late. What with their muttering to each other during group-hang outs and sharing secret looks and sitting near each other on a regular basis. She might be inclined to be excited for the progress if she had any idea as to why they were suddenly so close. Last week, Felix was still gritting his teeth about being caught looking at Marinette, yet today, he’s talking and smiling and laughing with her openly. Laughing! Felix doesn’t laugh. He scowls and hisses and maybe smirks when he’s in a good mood, but he doesn’t laugh. Something monumental must have happened between the two that would encourage him to do so. So what was it? When was it? Her entire body was itching to know, and the fact that she knew she couldn’t ask only made it worse. If she tried to ask Felix about the event, he might clam up again, regressing the friendship. If she tried to ask Marinette about the event, the ravenette would probably become flustered or more hyper aware of Felix’s subconscious advancements, which, again, would probably regress the friendship. She was stuck either way.

“They’re driving me crazy.” She finally said, knowing the boys would hear her. If she couldn’t confirm her theories about Felix and Marinette’s interactions, she would rant about them to Claude and Allan instead.

As usual, Claude was the first to respond, glancing up from the party favors she had him arranging to ask, “What? Who’s driving you crazy?”

Allegra turned to him with a sigh and tilted her head ever-so-slightly in the “lovebirds’” direction. “They are. They’re acting differently than they were before, and I don’t know why.”

Claude straightened to glance over her shoulder for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

“You mean Felix and Marinette? They look the same to me.”

Allegra scrunched up her nose with a scoff. “What do you mean they look the same? You think Felix just laughs like that on a regular basis?”

Allan wandered over to their conversation then, also watching Marinette and Felix. The blond and ravenette didn’t even look up from the hearts on the wall, which was another big sign that they were becoming increasingly engrossed in each other. Felix was normally highly aware of his surroundings, as was Allegra, and he usually would have noticed the trio’s stares by now. But he didn’t, because he was too busy looking at Marinette instead.

“They have been a bit chummy lately.” Allan agreed, bringing a smile to Allegra’s lips. At least someone besides herself was paying attention.

“Well, yeah, but we knew that already.” Claude said. “They like each other, don’t they? Of course they would be chummy.”

“Yes, but not like that.” Allegra insisted. “Whether Felix likes her or not doesn’t change the fact that he’s technically being open around all of us right now. Isn’t that a bit strange to you? Besides, we still don’t actually know for sure that Marinette has a crush on Felix.”

Claude gave her a look. “What? I thought you said that she got all blushy and stuff when you talked about Felix at the sleepover.”

“She was, but Marinette gets blushy about a lot of things. And I was talking about how comfortable Felix is around her. That would probably make any girl blush.”

“She has a point,” Allan spoke up, “but I do think she might like him. She always gets this certain vibe when he’s around.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a possibility.” Allegra agreed. “You can totally spot the little ‘glow’ she gets when he talks with her, and even that’s improved since Felix changed things up.”

Claude’s eyes widened as he glanced at the pair again, seeming to study them closer this time. “Do you think she’s glowing more because he’s changed?”

“I’d say so,” Allegra answered, tapping her finger to her lip, “But what I want to know is why he changed and when. It can’t have been anything short of last week, because they only started acting this way recently, but what could have happened that we didn’t see? We’ve been with them the whole time.”

“Maybe they’ve been hanging out by themselves?” Allan suggested. “They’re not tied to us, you know.”

“I know, but wouldn’t we have heard about it? Marinette sends us pictures and such all the time. She would have mentioned her and Felix hanging out by themselves.”

Unless Marinette simply didn’t want to offend them, but Allegra still didn’t buy that explanation. As far as she knew, Felix and Marinette’s shift happened sometime after the sleepover, if not right after. It was as though they’d fallen asleep as usual, then woke up as different people entirely when it came to each other. So whatever happened must have happened during the sleepover.. but when? They were all together most of the night. Allegra supposed it could have happened during Hide and Seek, when they were all spread across the mansion, but moments like those were too quick and too tense and she certainly would have noticed Felix’s change in behavior then. That left her with.. A dead end, because the rest of the night, Marinette and Felix were always with one of the trio, even when they were all sleeping.

Unless the two hadn’t been sleeping..

“I don’t think we should overthink it.” Allan said, lightly nudging his shoulder into Allegra’s. “Marinette seems happier around Felix, and Felix is definitely happier around Marinette, so I say we take the win and let them keep getting closer on their own.”

“I agree.” Claude chimed in, surprising Allegra. He normally enjoyed meddling in others’ affairs as much as she did. “If they’ve made it this far without us getting too involved, they're bound to confess to each other at tomorrow’s party, especially with the ‘fake date’ we have planned for them.”

A smile found its way back onto Allegra’s lips. So he did intend to meddle. He just didn’t want to overthink Felix and Marinette’s sudden progress. She should have known.

“That reminds me: I still have to finish arranging that.” Allegra remarked.

She spun on her heel, leaving the boys to their tasks again, and began crossing the room to Felix and Marinette. Their chuckles and smiles quieted down as she approached, but she paid it no mind. Felix was mostly the one to stop laughing, anyway.

“Are you guys all done?” Allegra inquired, not missing the way Felix gently touched Marinette’s arm to help her get off the ladder.

Marinette flashed her a smile. “Yep! We just finished the last streamer. What’s next?”

Allegra let out a hum. “Well, Felix still has to write all of those ‘thank you’ letters for the party favors-”

A tired sigh left the blond.

“-and we have to set up the caterer’s foods, but they aren’t coming in till tomorrow. So I think we’re pretty much done. Claude and Allan are just now finishing their last tasks too.”

“Oh, good!” Marinette beamed. “The place looks great already. I can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions tomorrow.”

Allegra smiled. “Neither can I. By the way, since everything’s practically set up, you two can go ahead and stay home until the party starts. That way you both have time to get ready.”

A hint of concern flicked across the ravenette’s features as she knitted her eyebrows together. “Are you sure? I don’t mind coming in early with you guys.”

“I do,” Felix cut in, a slight smirk on his lips as he added, “and I will gladly take the extra free time.”

Allegra smirked as well, because she knew that comment had to be for Marinette’s viewing pleasure. He wouldn’t have had a smirk otherwise, nor would he have held that mischievous glint in his eyes.

Of course, Marinette breathed out a chuckle and briefly rolled her eyes, capturing Felix’s attention immediately. She then offered Allegra a meaningful smile.

“Well, if you change your mind, you can always text me.”

“Of course, but in case I don’t, why don’t you have Felix pick you up for the party tomorrow? Since you’re both not going to be arriving until later.”

Marinette and Felix exchanged a look, as though they were silently asking each other’s opinions, and Allegra had to hold back a snort. They were already reading each other and communicating in their own way. It was too cute and all too obvious. How did Claude not notice the difference earlier?

“I wouldn’t mind if you need a ride,” Felix finally spoke, pulling his shoulders up in a slight shrug, “but it’s your decision.”

Allegra swallowed a coo and glanced to the side, because this person in front of her who used to be dead-set on not helping anyone or scowling the whole way was being incredibly considerate, and she desperately needed a before-and-after video.

Marinette smiled up at him. “A ride would be nice, thanks. That way I don’t have to bother Maman or Papa about taking me at the end of their work shift.”

It was just the answer Allegra wanted to hear. Felix will be the first one to see Marinette in her new dress, and he will have plenty of time to become flustered over it during their drive to the party. Missing Felix’s face when he went to fetch Marinette was going to be a shame- since he himself mentioned how stunning she would look -but if they were lucky, perhaps he’ll still be wearing the expression when the two arrive.

“Great! I’ll call my driver so we can start getting ready to leave then.” Allegra said with a smile.

Marinette nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll go grab my purse and put up the ladder.”

“I’ll put up the ladder.” Felix cut in, already moving to close it.

A frown tugged at the corner of her lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. They like their tools to be put back a certain way.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, then.”

Allegra watched Marinette walk off, feeling a fresh wave of determination.. Gosh, they were already acting like they were in love with each other. Well, Felix was at least. Marinette was about that kind to anyone. Either way, things were going smoothly now, and it should only take a carefully-timed push for the two to really get the ball rolling.

Valentine’s Day, Marinette and Felix being dressed up, both of them being alone together while dressed up, the sudden closeness- finally, all of her plans were coming together. The only thing that could possibly make this better was if Cupid himself came out to see them swoon over each other.

That wasn’t going to happen, of course, but it didn’t need to, because Allegra was going to be glad to take his place.

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