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kkusuka · 3 years

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Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love.

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon.

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do.

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation.

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches.

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments.

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles.

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?”

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that”

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut”

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are!

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday!

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.)

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck.

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth.

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

Double penetration?

Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats”

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason.

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi!

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life.

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day)

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go.

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you.

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart.

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do!

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you.

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes”

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk”

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words.

You defiantly knew Sakusa first.

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner!

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty)

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you.

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it”

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain)

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves)

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet)

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit.

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming.

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them.

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit.

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless.

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come.

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too)

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that”

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet)

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime”

I would do anything for these two-

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them.

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you.

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all.

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes.

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation!

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year!

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much!

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool.

You make him a unique bento everyday!

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw

The way that both of them are into cockwarming-

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it.

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home.

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum.

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people.

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants.

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see.

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha)

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off.

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they knew what a slut you are”

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important”

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!”

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest? Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway.

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro!

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things.

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections!

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates!

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night!

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants!

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm!

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives.

Nsfw

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life.

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto.

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission.

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :(

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again!

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad”

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!”

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.”

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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hi my dearest nikki <3, for Valentines season, Idk if someone already requested this but I wanted a Tae x y/n vacation somewhere abroad with some spicy steamin' lovemaking and a marriage proposal perhaps? hahaha i am forever in love with these two and your playlist in PW is my everyday playlist,just a tmi :)

perfectly wrong | drabble [12]: when the love is real, and right.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, sweet taehyung, unprotected soft sex as you try and cater to your man, straddling, some breast play, nothing too bad really - this drabble is meant to be cute af! (highly recommend music linked above lol)

note: imma make ya’ll cry with this one. lmfao, jk 😂 please don’t cry! happy valentines, loves! you are all beautiful and strong ❤�� you’ve come so far, please don’t ever give up! keep on keepin’ on, baby! i’ll always be here rooting for you!

update: please read this announcement!

School graciously provided another week of freedom in February, which so happened to fall right by Valentine's day. You were excited to relax and sleep in, be lazy with Taehyung and do absolutely nothing.

Except, not. Because all of a sudden, your man is rushing into your apartment, telling you to pack your things so you could make it in time for your flight later that evening.

"We gotta go, love." He pulls the luggage out of your closet and starts throwing your undies and bras from your drawer into it.

"Taehyung, please. What are you doing?" You looked over your covers, too lazy to move and do anything about it right now. You watched as he started rummaging through your pajamas and your socks, for whatever reason. "Tae, hello?"

"Come on, you need to pack. We have a flight to catch."

"Says who?"

"Says me." He smiles toothlessly, his bread cheeks poking out from either of his face as he holds up two airline tickets. Because you have terrible eyesight, you can't even make out the destination on the tickets and you don't even try to. It would be useless.

"Where are we going? I thought we were just going to stay home all week."

"I mean, that's always nice, but I saw that flights were cheap so I just bought 'em."

"So you just bought 'em? Really?"

"Miss girl, I don't have time to answer all of your questions right now. I can do that on the flight." He tilts his head and starts motioning for you to get up. "Come on, pretty please? It'll be worth it, I promise." You slightly whine, but you get up anyways and start to get ready for whatever this was. You throw on some comfy sweats and Taehyung's hoodie, then begin to pack your things. He says it's a tropical area [but 'not really,' he also says?], it's mainly humid and you'll be going into the water majority of the time. So, you pack a few bathing suits, a few light kimono type cardigans, shorts, crop tops and light jackets and call it a day. You've left whatever pajamas, underwear, socks and bras Taehyung had throw into your luggage cause at this point, you've learned that he does pay attention to what you pack and bring along.

And so that's what happened before you found yourself in a 1-bedroom Villa overlooking the ocean in Disney Aulani 8 hours later. You began to think this was planned all along, being that Taehyung had snagged a fancy room, with an ocean view and a fat bouquet of roses just waiting for you on the king-sized bed. Happy was an understatement.

Taehyung had made sure your entire week was filled with things to do, being that you both didn't know when you could go back to Hawaii like this. He rented out a jeep, driving you around the entire island of Oahu within the week's time, sight seeing, taking tons of pics together, stopping at food trucks, shopping small towns, and pulling random, small hikes together. He even made sure to take you to the Dole Plantation so you could grab that dole whip you had been raving about for so long and to the flea market to grab tons of cheap, fun souvenirs. He knew just what you liked, and he knew what would make you happy. He was happy to see you happy. Some days also were more lowkey, where you'd spend it at the various pools in Aulani's backyard, going snorkeling or paddle boarding, or even just going down the street at the ABC Convenience Store to binge on the cheap hot food [like $2 spam masubis!] and milk tea.

If it was easy to just snap your fingers and live somewhere else with Tae, it would be right here. Days moved so slowly on the island and you loved every minute of it. People really appreciated taking things slow here. Just imagining your life with Taehyung on an island like Oahu was *chef's kiss* - imagining your man in his shorts and fluffy hair in a loose shirt, waking up to the sounds of the beach every day. God damn. You truly loved him, and you'd go anywhere with him.

And Taehyung felt the same exact way, which is why he had one last thing planned before it was time to head back.

He had gone downstairs to grab some things as he says, but he had asked you to get dressed so he could take you on a fancy, romantic dinner. He had thrown on some slacks and a button up short-sleeved shirt tucked in, his curls messy but also not? Whatever you call it, he was fine as hell and you wanted nothing but to eat him up. Truthfully. You sat on the couch in a simple black, off the shoulder, mesh-like dress, which Taehyung also wanted nothing but to eat you up with the way you were swaying your hips in that dress. On everything, he almost wanted to call dinner quits just so he could have you instead.

But, he needed to stick to the plan for specific reasons. You sat on the couch, flipping through the channels when Taehyung had walked in and straight into the room. He had something tucked under his arm but you couldn't figure out what else he was fiddling with in his hands. Then, you heard him on the phone, faintly responding behind the walls with a 'sounds good, thank you!' before he opened the room door with a smile on his face.

"Ready for dinner?"

"Sure, weirdo." You laughed as you walked towards him, getting on your tippytoes to plant a kiss on his lips. He took your hand and led you inside the room, only for you to see the balcony lit with candles and a table for two set up, with a simple rose in the middle as decoration and soft music playing in the background. You had placed your hand over your mouth, speechless as to how he even did this right under your nose.

The best part [besides Tae himself] was the view of the ocean with the sun slowly setting in front of you.

"Welcome to Maison de Taehyung." He giggled with that deep, nerdy giggle of his that you love so much, making you playfully shove him away. Before you could make your way to the balcony, there was a knock on the door. Taehyung had welcomed Room Service in, allowing them to wheel in the food to the balcony and set the rest of the finishing touches before leaving you both to your privacy.

"Baaaaabe." You whined, almost in tears. He pulls you close, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he plants a kiss on your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. The butterflies.

He leads the way, pulling out your chair before sitting himself down. The food was amazing, the main course being a specialty the chef had whipped up just for Taehyung pulling his charm downstairs with the front desk. Typical Tae, really. You didn't need dessert, being that the main dish was super filling, but you ate it anyways because fuck it - you're in Hawaii with the love of your life and it was a bomb ass chocolate cake. You don't skip on that.

You sit on the bed as room service is quickly cleaning out the balcony, taking the plates and the table cloth along with them. You were full and satisfied, and you couldn't wait to just be in bed in Tae's arms. Dinner was special because not only did you get to eat this food with that view, but you got to talk to Tae about everything and anything. He indulged in every minute of it, giving you his undivided attention while the colors of the sunset bounced off of your skin. He loved you more than you even knew. He loved that he was here with you, and that you had taken a chance on him because this is where he wanted to be. This is the life he wanted, and this is the person he wanted to share it with.

"I'll be right back, baby."

"What are you up to now?" You giggled.

"Mmm, it's probably best you just wait." You nod silently as you watch him walk out of the room.

You stepped out into the balcony again in hopes of Tae joining you when he gets back, getting the last few bits of the sun right before it sunk into the horizon. Your phone began to buzz in your hands, signaling a call coming in.

"Jeon Jungkook." You answer his facetime call.

"Let me see Hawaii."

"You're too late, the sun literally just went down." He clicks his teeth.

"Maaaan. I would have liked an invite."

"Don't get mad at me fool, I didn't even know we had a flight until Taehyung busted into my room trying to pack my things." He laughs.

"What a guy."

"What do you want?"

"Jeez, that's no way to talk to your bestfriend."

"I'm on vacation, you should be lucky I didn't send your ass to voicemail. What do you want?"

"I just wanna talk to you guys. I'm bored."'

"Where's Hobi and Yoongs?"

"Being boring at their own homes."

"Jin?"

"Cafe."

"Jimin and Namjoon?"

"Jimin is home, Namjoon is downtown."

"Then sucks to suck, loner."

"You're a real piece of work, even in Hawaii." You laugh. "Where's Tae?"

"I don't know, he ran off again. He's been busy trying to surprise me with things left and right."

"Has he now?" Jungkook bites his bottom lip, knowing full well what's about to happen next. The whole reason Taehyung stepped out was to call him and calm his nerves. Was this Taehyung's bestfriend, or yours?

"Yeah, he's the best." You say, smiling to yourself as you fiddle with the top portion of your dress. You hear the front door close, assuming Taehyung had gotten back from whatever he was doing. "Uh, I think he's back, I should--"

"No, can't you just talk to me for like 5 minutes, Y/N?"

"Why are you so needy?" You chuckled.

"I just told you I was bored. I wanna say hi to Tae."

"Well when he comes here, I'll let you say hi."

"What else did you guys do today?"

"Uh, we took it pretty easy and played around at the beach."

"Cute."

"Baby, can you help me find something?" You hear Taehyung's voice right behind you.

"Sure." You say, keeping your eyes on Jungkook, who's chuckling to himself. You furrowed your brows at the camera. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Go help him."

"Okay, hold on." You say, putting the phone down by your hip. You turned, only to jump back in surprise. "Taehyung!" You gasped, your hand over your mouth. Taehyung had been behind you the whole time, his 100 watt smile shining as he bent down on one knee, holding out a small case that held a fancy diamond ring.

"Look, you know I'm pretty bad with speeches but I think you already know how you make me feel. I just, I--" He did a slight head tilt as he chuckled and took another deep breath. "I really, really love you, Y/N. It's always been you. You've become my better half and I truly can't see my life without you." You begin to cry heavily, forgetting Jungkook is still hanging on to dear life by your hip. It all makes sense now.

Why the hell would Jungkook call you at this time?

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" He asks, tears welling up in his eyes watching you cry in front of him. Your words can't escape your mouth because you really don't even know what to say. You're speechless, and you didn't even expect this to happen right at this moment. You knew you loved him, and you knew you were set with him. But to have him propose on a night like this in Hawaii? Unbelievable.

You nod and he shakily slips the ring onto your ring finger before you wrap your arms around his neck tightly as he hugs you. You pulled back to kiss him, only to be startled by all the screaming coming from your phone. Taehyung laughs as he holds you and watches you bring the phone back up to your view, seeing Jimin, Namjoon, Hobi, Yoongi and Jin all in one frame with Kook.

"You fucking liar!" You yell at Kook, making him laugh his loud, elmo laugh.

"We love youuuuuuuuu!" Jimin yells from his position, with Jin blowing kisses into the frame.

"You planned this all along." You turn and say to Taehyung softly. He just nods and shrugs, making you bite your bottom lip as to how attractive he was for pulling all of this shit right under your nose. "I'm gonna have to call you guys back later."

"Ooooooh, ew." Yoongi says before you abruptly hang up the call and jump into Tae's arms.

He brings you into the room, you tossing your phone onto the dresser, causing Taehyung to laugh into the kiss. He sits on the edge of the bed as you grip his face softly, your tongues fighting each other for dominance as the kiss intensifies. You feel his hands start to unzip your dress from the back, causing you to bite his bottom lip and gently pull back. He lets out a small moan as he fiddles with the rest of your zipper and successfully gets the dress to fall from your shoulders, exposing your breasts from underneath. You arch your back slightly, allowing Taehyung to plant kisses down your neck and to your breasts, using his tongue to toy with each nipple one by one. He sucks on it gently, pulling back with a pop before he blows onto them, goosebumps rippling through your body. You quickly unbutton his shirt as he's kissing your neck, causing you to let out a small hiss feeling his tongue against your skin.

It doesn't take long before both of your clothes are scattered across one side of the room, Tae holding you close as you continue to straddle him. You grind your hips into his, feeling his hardened member rub against your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck." He whispers. "I can feel how wet you are." You bite onto your bottom lip as you position yourself onto his hardened member and slowly sink yourself down. You watch as his head tilts backwards, eyes shut while his mouth is slightly opened to let out a moan. You began to slowly rock your hips into his, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You loved feeling his warm skin against yours and his strong arms holding you close. "Baby." He moans. "God, I love you." He says as you start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips a little quicker.

"Nnnnng--Tae." You let out a breathy moan, tilting your head back in pleasure. Your back slightly arches along with it, allowing Tae to let his hands roam up your back while he kissed you softly along your chest, down to your stomach and back up to your breasts. He loved every bit of you, and he wanted to show you. Every. Single. Inch.

"If you keep moving like that, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers, nibbling onto your earlobe while his hands guide you, pushing you to ride him faster. In which, you do. You grant your man's wishes and pick up the pace quite a bit. The least you could do is cater to him after what he's done for you this week. He's moaning your name, calling you baby and whispering how special you are to him in your ear, making it incredibly difficult for you to keep holding on while he does so. "You're so beautiful."

"Babe, I'm close." Your nose is touching his, his eyes locked onto yours. "Fuck, babe. I'm gonna cum." You whine the more your hips are working his cock. You feel every inch of him inside of you, tickling your core enough to send you hurdling over the edge in a matter of minutes. "Ohhhh, fuck!" You yell, your body tensing up as he holds you close with your hands tangled in his hair. It's not long before he fills you up, your walls pulsating around his member being the cherry on top for him.

"Mmmmmshit! Baaaaby." He elongates his moan, no other noises coming out of him as the sensation completely takes over his body. You wrap your arms around his neck while regulating your breathing, his member beginning to soften within you.

"I love you." You whisper in his ear.

"I love you too, fiancé." He says, causing you to giggle as he places a kiss on your shoulder before allowing you to get up and get cleaned up.

So, we're really doing this thing, huh?

This thing called life with Kim Taehyung.

Absolutely, yes. 100%.

You'd do it over and over again, just as long as he was by your side.

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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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Heyo! 👋 hope you're doing well! If you are taking requests right now, maybe some Ichi hurt/comfort? Like maybe he's having a depressive episode one day (me? Projecting? It's more likely than you think 😂) unlike any he's ever had before, and he just doesn't have the strength to do anything, even make snippy remarks at any of his brothers. One (or all, you can pick!) of them notices this odd behavior, and makes it their mission to help him feel a little more like his old self, even if that just means "riding out the storm" with him.

Oof this was really long, lol sorry 😂 but thanks for taking the time to read, I love your writing style! Take care! 👋

eyyy don't be sorry! God I REALLY enjoyed writing this... I love how it turned out

sometimes these guys can be jerks, for sure, even when one of their own is in pain

but... when it's serious... THIS BEAUTIFUL SHIT HAPPENS

please enjoy Ichi being spoiled and surrounded by love from all his brothers because HE DESERVES IT and I love how this turned out <3

Ichimatsu’s first (and maybe only) mistake is that he assumes his brothers don’t pay that much attention to him one way or the other unless he speaks up.

Or, maybe it’s that he often hopes they don’t.

Because he knows they care; there are little things they all do that remind him that no matter what, they love him. But they all have their own things to do, and most of the time he finds that best. They should be able to do whatever they like instead of wasting their lives making him feel better. He has a bad day or hates himself so much of the time, if they paid him attention whenever he wasn’t doing well, they’d never get to enjoy themselves with other things.

He cares about them, too. So usually he’d rather they occupy themselves with their own interests whenever he’s not feeling well. He can bury things deep inside and pretend those shitty feelings don’t exist and act almost normal. As normal as someone like him can act, anyway. For their sake. They don’t deserve to worry about him.

Today, he’s too tired for whatever reason. His scathing barbs and negative attitude on most days aren’t really fake… on the bad days, though, he can force his typical demeanor so nobody suspects he’s not fine. All they see is sour-faced, ill-tempered fourth brother Ichimatsu.

He can’t even do that much right now. It’s as if the weight of existence and his own mind is pulling him down, further and further, until he’s drowning in his thoughts. Horrible thoughts. Things telling him he’s worthless, a failure, a burden, good for nothing, should probably be dead… too many things to keep track of.

If he were trying not to get his brothers’ attention by being quiet and listless, it isn’t working. In fact, his current behavior has actually done the opposite.

While he’s lying in the corner of the room, curled around himself and wishing he could fall asleep to avoid dealing with these thoughts and feelings, the others are around their table muttering among themselves.

“You guys noticed he barely touched breakfast, right?” Osomatsu is the first to speak up, and he’s doing his best not to look at Ichimatsu too much, simply because he doesn’t want his younger brother to feel everyone’s eyes on him. He’s pretty sure that would just make matters worse.

Choromatsu hums in agreement. “Yeah, no, he just kind of stared into his tea… he might have taken a sip or two, but that’s about it. I don’t think he even ate any rice.”

“Did he even brush his teeth this morning?” Totty speaks up. “Or his hair? It looks messier than usual, and I was the last one in the bathroom before breakfast, and it didn’t look like his toothbrush had been used.”

“Also,” Karamatsu chimes in, “I believe that is the same outfit he wore yesterday. He didn’t sleep in it, but he put it back on when he got up even though it hasn’t been washed.”

Choromatsu frowns and steals a quick glance at the fourth eldest. “Like he… didn’t wanna think about picking something different out, huh? And… it’s kind of worrying that he didn’t brush his teeth or hair. I mean, that’s basic hygiene. It’s like he’s depressed or… some… thing…”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off, and the rest of the brothers exchange a concerned look with each other.

“Oh,” is all Osomatsu says for a moment. Then, “Fuck.”

Before anyone else can breathe a word, Jyushimatsu leans back away from the table and collapses with his head in Ichimatsu’s lap. “Aaaah, Ichimatsu-nii-chan! Baseball practice today? We can do it at the beach!”

Ichimatsu hardly flinches at the abrupt contact, but really it’s because he doesn’t even have the strength to be startled. He doesn’t move to push Jyushimatsu off or bounce his leg to dissuade the him from staying or anything. It’s a moment until he actually says anything, like a delayed reaction from a computer. “Uh. Not today, Jyushi. I’m probably gonna take a nap.”

“Hmmmmmmm… oh, I know! I’ll nap with you! Maybe we’ll dream about baseball!”

All the others watch closely, waiting to see if he gives an average Ichimatsu reaction. Instead, he doesn’t even shrug. “Yeah, if you want.”

Obviously, that’s not what they would be expecting from any other day. They all look at each other again, minus Jyushimatsu who just curls up against his big brother’s side.

Ichimatsu, on the other hand, is so out of it in his own head that he doesn’t realize that he’s done anything to worry his brothers. They should all be paying attention to their own shit, right?

He just feels so exhausted despite that he knows he slept okay last night. All he did this morning was wake up and get out of bed and already he’s… drained.

You’re so lazy. You can’t even put together the energy it takes to read a fucking magazine or something? To do nothing like you usually do? What kind of loser doesn’t have enough energy to do something like watch TV?

What the hell is wrong with you?

He cringes at the sound of his own inner voice berating him, and ducks his head down between his knees. Shit. Everything hurts. Isn’t that right, though? He’s useless. It doesn’t take any effort to just sit somewhere watching TV or reading and yet he’s not even willing to do something like that.

Even though he expects that Jyushimatsu might want to hang out with him, because the two of them are close, he doesn’t anticipate it when Osomatsu comes over and sits himself down across from Ichimatsu. At least, he thinks it’s Osomatsu. He doesn’t really feel like lifting his head fully; it looks like a red hoodie, though.

“Uh, hey, Ichimacchan.” Osomatsu feels a little awkward at first, mainly due to the fact that he’s never sure what to do when Ichimatsu is in one of ‘these’ moods. What works on one day might not work the next time. Previous experience is all he has to draw on, though.

“I noticed you didn’t eat too much at breakfast… you in the mood for something sweet?” Tempting him with one of their favorite treats might put him in better spirits, at least for a minute. “There’s a box of imagawayaki on the counter… there’s three in there, so we can split ‘em. Mom said these ones have chocolate cream in them.”

Everyone else lets out a blissful sigh as they all think about how delicious that’s going to be. Bean paste or custard or even regular cream is always good, but chocolate cream? If they had to fight over those, someone might end up dead.

Ichimatsu offers a shrug in his brother’s direction. “Sure, if you guys want. I’m just not that hungry.”

Osomatsu frowns, and looks over toward Choromatsu who’s thankfully recovered from the imagawayaki imagine spot. None of the brothers would ever turn that down. Even if they weren’t necessarily hungry, they’d make room for something that good. Moreover, given that Ichimatsu didn’t eat anything at breakfast, he should be starving,especially for sweets.

Choromatsu makes his way over, setting a careful hand on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. He doesn’t have any more of a clue what to do than their eldest, so he’s flying by the seat of his pants just as much. Something has to be done… they can’t just let poor Ichimatsu suffer. “Ichimacchan? It’s pretty cold today. How about I turn on the kotatsu, and if you’re gonna nap, you can sleep with your legs under it? That might feel nice.”

Well. That does sound nice, Ichimatsu thinks, because curling up under the heat of the kotatsu is always nice in the winter. But… he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have the energy to even move from this spot. “Oh, yeah… I’ll probably just nap here, though. Don’t really feel like moving.”

“Aaah, but you are cold, aren’t you? I can hear your teeth chattering from all the way over here!” Karamatsu is up in an instant, tugging his leather jacket off his shoulders. Although it leaves him in nothing but a tank top ― and a horribly plain grey one, at that ― it’s a necessary sacrifice for his little brother’s comfort.

He hurries over to where everyone else is gathering and gently drapes the jacket over Ichimatsu’s shoulders. “Hmph… Karamatsu to the rescue as usual! You’re looking cozier already.”

Man,Ichimatsu’s mind comes up with, I try on Shittymatsu’s dumbass jacket one time and suddenly he’s coming up with any excuse to put the stupid thing over me. Do I really want him freezing instead of me? Why don’t I just move my ass over to the kotatsu? He’s gonna catch a cold and it’ll be all my fault because my stubborn ass didn’t move and he took pity on me.

God, I wanna die. They’re all falling all over themselves to do shit to cheer me up when they should be focusing on themselves. I’m fucking trash, making my brothers waste all their damn time on me. Why couldn’t I just do stuff and not make them worry?

“… Ichimatsu-nii-san?” Totty has plopped himself down in front of Ichimatsu, staring in concern at his big brother. Fuck. He’s using that eye voodoo of his, and if he says anything, if he asks Ichimatsu a question, he’s gonna get an honest answer despite the fact that Ichimatsu doesn’t want to admit anything.

He can’t help it, though. Totty’s hand is soft as he reaches up toward Ichimatsu’s face, thumbing away tears that Ichimatsu didn’t even realize he’d started to cry. But his youngest brother is delicate in the way he brushes them, so caring and tender that any little bit of strength Ichimatsu had to keep things hidden away crumbles quickly.

“Hehe,” Totty chuckles, though there isn’t a genuine mirth behind it, “you’re not having a good day, Ichimatsu-nii-san… are you?”

He blinks, and more tears start to drip down his cheeks. This time Totty doesn’t make a move to wipe them away, instead staring at his brother with those big, sad doe eyes, glittering with sympathy.

Ichimatsu lets his head drop again, eyes pressing against his arm and tears soaking into his sleeve. “N-no,” he manages to say in a quiet, insecure, small voice. He hates it. He hates making this stupid confession, because he should be able to take care of himself. His brothers don’t need to be huddled around him, pissing their days down the drain. “I’m… I’m having a bad day.”

With that, it’s like all five of them attach themselves to him all at once. There’s a brief cacophony of worry and reassurances, and a hug Ichimatsu almost loses himself inside of.

“Alright, you hear that, guys?” Osomatsu announces, maybe a bit louder than he really needs to. “Ichimatsu’s having a bad day! Woohoo!”

Choromatsu scoffs. “Ah, ‘woohoo’?? Osomatsu, you idiot! This isn’t a good thing!”

Osomatsu pulls away to rub a finger under his nose with a grin. “Hey, sure it is! He said it, didn’t he? Good for you, Ichimacchan! You’re having a bad day and you said so! Remember what happened when Totty kept junk from us? We need to know this shit! I’m glad you said something!”

Karamatsu’s hand tousles Ichimatsu’s hair as he pulls his brother into a hug. “Yes, Osomatsu is right. You’re having a bad day, Ichimatsu, and that’s just fine. It takes a lot of bravery to admit it, so we’re proud of you.”

“Plus, we’re gonna make this the best bad day ever!” Totty hums. He’s whipped his phone out before anyone can so much as blink, typing away on it. “It’s just about lunch time, so I’m gonna order some takeout! Ichimatsu-nii-san, what sounds good? Curry? Sushi? Ooh… maybe fried chicken? We don’t do that too often… might be a nice treat! Oh, it’s your call, though.”

Osomatsu gives Ichimatsu a tiny bump on the shoulder with his fist. “You and Totty figure that out while I go cut that imagawayaki for us. Be right back, guys.”

… Am I in the fucking Twilight Zone or something? What the hell???

Ichimatsu lifts his head just a little, looking at all his brothers. Totty’s on his phone looking at delivery options, Osomatsu is headed to the kitchen, Jyushimatsu is nuzzled against his side…

None of them are leaving him by himself. They all still want to be here even when his mood sucks ass. Even when he can’t really do anything for himself. Even when he’s being a huge fucking pain and a thorn in their sides and doing literally nothing to contribute to the day.

What the hell are they all doing? Why are they all fine with wasting their day taking care of him?

When Karamatsu presses a couple of tissues into his hand, Ichimatsu somehow finds the energy to use them to wipe his face. Fuck, he hates crying, and he hates people seeing him cry. “Don’t do this,” he mumbles. “You’re fucking morons. You have better shit to do than…”

“No way!” Jyushimatsu aggressively snuggles against the side of Ichimatsu’s stomach, circling his arms around his brother’s waist. “What better shit could weeeee have to do? We’re shitty NEETs!”

Choromatsu chuckles. “Besides, there’s literally nothing more important than taking care of each other, especially when one of us is down and out. Ichimatsu, you… know none of us are shy when it comes to being honest. So, just… try to believe us when we say there’s nothing we’d rather be doing than being with you right now.”

He straightens up, then gingerly taps Jyushimatsu with his foot. “Hey, Jyushi, how about you scoot yourself and Ichimatsu over to the kotatsu? And Totty, are you really gonna make a delivery driver come out in this weather? It’s almost below freezing! Why don’t you go get it yourself?”

“Excuse you, but if they haven’t shut down the delivery option, why shouldn’t I take advantage of it? I don’t wanna leave Ichimatsu-nii-san!”

“Okay, okay… I guess that’s fair. What are you ordering, again?”

“Aaaah, I dunno! I was waiting for Ichimatsu-nii-san to say what he feels like.”

Meanwhile, Jyushimatsu has somehow gotten himself and Ichimatsu over to the kotatsu, and is currently shoving his big brother’s legs under it while Choromatsu moves to plug it in. “Home run, YEAH! Your tootsies will be toasty in no time, Ichimatsu-nii-san!”

“O-oh… thanks, Jyushi…” That’s about all he can say, really. He’s slumped over the table in a matter of seconds, and although there’s no way it can support the weight of everything he feels like he’s being crushed under, feels a little more relaxing than holding himself in a tight ball in the corner.

He’s going to cry again. He’s pretty sure he’s going to cry again. His brothers, his selfish, douche-a-holic, demon brothers… would rather be taking care of him on a bad day than out doing their own things, not touching him or his shitty mood with a ten-foot pole.

Jyushimatsu is cuddled up on one side, and he can feel Karamatsu settling in on the other with an arm around Ichimatsu’s shoulders. That’s it. He’s surrounded by brothers and their warm, selfless-for-once-in-their-lives affection. He has to surrender. He doesn’t stand a chance.

His mind drifts back to the others. “Oh… Totty…”

“Oh! Yeah, mhm?”

“Um… curry sounds good, I guess.”

The impossibly huge smile on his youngest brother’s face comes through even when he speaks. “Oh, great! Curry it is! Okaaaay, I’m gonna get it from that nice place in town. You want it with rice or udon? Or do you want curry bread?”

“Uhh… just with rice.”

“Rice, okay, sounds good! Beef, chicken, or pork?”

“Huh… you mentioned fried chicken, now that sounds good. Does that place do curry rice with tonkatsu on top?”

“Oooh… that does sound good. Yeah, I think there’s an option for that. Chicken tonkatsu with curry rice, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotcha. Is that what everybody wants?”

“Yeah, Totty,” Choromatsu injects, “just order the same thing for everybody. We’ll all eat that.”

“Okay, what about sides? Does anyone want fukujinzuke or rakkyō?”

“Geez, just… just get half of each and we can divide it up if anyone wants any.”

“Okaaay! I’m not ordering drinks from there, though… too expensive. We have tea here. Oh, I’ll get a few orders of pork curry bread, too, in case we want a snack later.”

“Well, make sure you get either three or six.”

“Yeahhhh, Cherrymatsu, I’m not stupid! I’ll just get three; I’m fine buying some, but I’m not trying to go broke! Does that sound okay, Ichimatsu-nii-san? The curry bread for later?”

It takes a moment, but finally Ichimatsu lets out a breathy, almost tearful laugh as he leans against Karamatsu’s shoulder. “Totty… you’re trying to fatten me up… you witch… you’re gonna cook me and eat me… that’s your plan, huh?…”

The whole room erupts into a small fit of laughter, even Totty who’s blushing at being teased. Ichimatsu feels Karamatsu press a kiss to his head, and he sighs. Usually he wouldn’t be able to take all of this… the attention, and Totty blabbering away, and Choromatsu trying to be responsible, and… everything.

At the moment, it feels right. Like things are supposed to be this way. Like he’s supposed to be having a bad day so his brothers can all gather around him and remind him that regardless of anything else, when one of them needs their brothers, everyone is going to be there.

Maybe he needed that reminder.

Maybe they all did.

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pain-somnia · 4 years

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ssm 2k20 day 1: stuck with you Title: us and these walls Rating: M (for sexual content) Disclaimer Day’s Notes: this prompt was selected by my patrons on Patreon and I decided to make it a modern au...a quarantine au lmao so here’s a smutty quarantine au for y’all I hope it’s enjoyable. As a heads up SasoObi is mentioned often throughout the fic and it’s a minor pairing...well it’s Sasori/Obito/Third Kazekage but they’re background. I mostly put them in there for Kitty who made me fall in love with SasoObi lol this is super late but I hadn’t planned on any of my entries to be long and I failed ‘cause this is long. This fic was almost longer than it is.

us and these walls

It started with a couple of White Claws. And it ended with Sakura in the wrong bed and severely under dressed.

Sakura woke up with a start, giving an unattractive snort before clutching her aching head. The throbbing around her eyes delayed her in realizing that there was an arm slung around her waist and something hard poking at her ass.

No, Sakura grumbled inwardly. No no no no.

She already knew exactly who was in bed with her. There was only one person that she had been stuck with for the past two weeks in her cousin Sasori’s house.

Obito, Sasori’s husband, had a younger cousin that she was always grouped up with at family events because he was the closest to her age, only being eight months older than her. Other than sitting next to each other at brunch or at holiday meals, the both of them didn’t really talk much to each other. Not that Sakura didn’t want to.

Sasuke Uchiha just made it so difficult to get to know him as anything other than Obito’s ridiculously hot cousin.

Two weeks ago, Sasori had asked Obito to call Sasuke over to fix the sink in the kitchen. Sakura wasn’t sure what it was exactly that Sasuke did for a living, only that he had remodeled parts of the house before Sakura moved into her cousin’s house and he may or may not have also been the bartender in the blurry photos Ino had sent her one night many weeks ago.

Because Sasori was the way he was, Obito had called Sasuke at eleven at night and for some reason the man had responded and was awake at the time. Instead of letting him go home, Obito begged Sasuke to stay the night in the guest room.

And then the quarantine order was issued.

Somehow, Obito was able to convince Mikoto Uchiha that it was best for Sasuke to remain at his house for the quarantine. Somehow it had worked and of course Sasuke had no choice but to listen to his mother. And somehow the two of them ended up stuck living together alone because Sasori had packed his and Obito’s bags and took off.

Whoever the fuck the man that went by the moniker “Third” was, Sakura had to assume he was loaded. The morning of the second day of quarantine all she had was a note left by her cousin about where he and his husband went off to and three days later there was a post to his Instagram about how he and Obito were living it up by the pool at their boyfriend’s mansion.

It was no wonder Sasori had ditched her. She wasn’t that surprised he had. Sakura felt more betrayed by Obito.

Warm breath fanned against her temple and the arm slung around her waist pulled her in closer. Sakura adjusted herself so Sasuke’s cock nestled between her thighs instead of digging into her behind and Sasuke released a content sigh, curling around her more.

God.

This wasn’t like her. She didn’t have casual sex. Sakura had been suffering from a three year dry spell ever since she had ended her last relationship. Sakura wasn’t the kind to go out and find someone just for the sake of hooking up. She could almost hear Ino and Karin chanting in her head, “One of us. One of us. One of us.”

“Anything we need to do today?” Sasuke mumbled into her hair. Sakura tensed up. She hadn’t noticed that he had been awake.

“We already went shopping yesterday for groceries and the essentials.”

She and Sasuke tried to stock up on everything they needed the day before. They had almost ended up going home with nothing when a middle aged man without a mask on got too close and Sasuke opened up a disinfectant spray they were going to buy and sprayed him in the face.

They had also stopped at the liquor store because nothing said essential like alcohol.

Which is exactly how they ended up in their current predicament.

Sakura wasn’t sure how to take Sasuke’s behavior. He didn’t seem to mind that they had woken up naked and spooning and was even nuzzling her hair. She wasn’t opposed to the bit of affection but she would have preferred it happened when she wasn’t feeling nauseous and had a headache.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Sakura mumbled, disentangling herself from Sasuke’s hold and rushing to the hallway bathroom.

She was dry heaving and spitting up bile for all of a few seconds when she felt Sasuke’s presence next to her on the floor. He stroked her hair, pulling it back away from her face until her heaving stopped.

“Thanks for putting pants back on.”

“Yeah. Here.” Sasuke handed her a black shirt that must have been the one he had been wearing the night before. Sakura pulled it over her head and tugged it so it covered her until midway down her thighs.

Sakura was grateful that Sasuke had the mind not to turn the light on in the bathroom; the open bathroom door casted a strip of light from the hallway.

“So…” She opened the conversation, not entirely sure what it was that she was trying to say. She blanked out, not having an actual thought beyond her ass being cold from the tile floor and so she shifted so she was sitting on the fluffy bathroom mat.

“Do we, uh, need to get anything?”

Sakura scrunched up her nose in confusion. She was too hungover for conversation. Sasuke looked at her pointedly, raising a brow and it finally dawned on Sakura what he was getting at.

“Oh, no. No. I’m on the pill.” Sakura averted her gaze, chewing on her lower lip in discomfort. “And I’m clean.”

“Same.”

The both of them sat on the bathroom floor in silence for an awkward amount of time before Sasuke cleared his throat and said he needed to make a call.

Well, this is shit, Sakura groaned inwardly, pulling her knees to her chest and running her hands down her face.

Sakura kept herself busy with preparing orders for her online store. She was fortunate enough to be self-employed but there was going to be a delay with her orders because the mailman kept missing her scheduled pickups.

“Do you think Sasori would kill me for this?” Sasuke asked her, putting down his drill.

Sakura looked up from her sewing machine and up at the racks Sasuke had made for her bolts of fabric. He wasn’t able to go to any of his jobs and ended up using his free time on small projects in the house. Sasuke had helped her organize everything by creating a proper work studio in the spare room that was originally Obito’s exercise room. Sasuke had moved all of the equipment into the garage.

“Oh, definitely.” Sakura went back to stitching the pair of tulle panties with an embroidered butterfly motif. “But you put a nifty set of cubbies in his mud room.”

Sasuke moved around her to measure for a set of shelves she had wanted.

“You’re making panties?” He raised a brow at Sakura’s current project.

“Yeah they’re a parallel set to that dress.” She pointed at a mannequin with a tulle sundress with the same butterfly motif. “My shop’s name is Naughty & Nice. That’s the nice and this,” she lifted the finished pair of panties, “is the naughty.”

“Those are too cute to be naughty,” Sasuke scoffed.

“Well I also have those.” Sakura pointed to a different mannequin dressed in a custom leather harness.

“Huh.”

“Yup.”

That was how the past two weeks had gone. Sakura would work and Sasuke would exercise or keep busy making improvements to Sasori’s house. Sometimes Sakura would find him playing video games, speaking to his friends over his headset.

Sasuke had to break his lease with his landlord. It was the loudest Sakura had heard him as he argued with the man about granting him an extension to pay his rent the following month. It hadn’t sounded good and the man couldn’t be reasoned with.

Unfortunately for Sasuke, his parents thought it would be better if he continued to stay at his cousin’s house. Due to the kind of jobs his parents had—police captain and nurse—they thought it would be safer for Sasuke to stick to the house where the only other occupant didn’t leave unless she absolutely needed to.

Sasuke had placed a majority of his belongings in storage and brought over his cat and anything he thought he would need and the guest bedroom became his.

At some point Sakura became curious about his finances. He had no job that she knew of that he could do from home, but he still had money for all of the takeout that he had been ordering until Sakura had put an end to it and told him that she would cook enough for the both of them as long as he helped provide the groceries. She was used to cooking for three anyway and Sasuke ate enough to make up for Sasori and Obito.

They were the only two occupants of the house and had to work around each other. It forced them to communicate beyond the uncomfortable small talk they were accustomed to.

Sakura found it easier to carry discussions without the presence of their family members, especially that of Mikoto Uchiha who always gave her soft yet sly smiles whenever she stood or sat closely to Sasuke. It was a calculative expression she was used to seeing on her older cousin whenever he wanted something and knew he was going to get it.

As much as she wouldn’t have minded to get to know Sasuke better, Sakura was sure that whatever his mother wanted to happen wasn’t what Sasuke wanted. They had worked well together and cohabitated amicably, but the closest they got to anything beyond that was a drunken tryst that she wasn’t even sure was going to be repeated sober.

He fucked up. He had fucked up.

It started with simple boredom. Sasuke had been stuck living with his cousin’s husband’s pretty cousin because Sasori couldn’t be bothered staying in his own house during a quarantine and had blackmailed Sasuke into playing babysitter.

They had been watching a marathon of slasher films and decided on turning it into a drinking game. Sakura curled up on the small extension of the L shaped couch with her pack of White Claws and Sasuke laid out on the other end with a pack of Ithacas. Somehow that had ended up with Sasuke joining Sakura on the extension and his fingers curled inside of her panties, stroking her as she clutched onto his arm and released high pitched cries of joy.

He’s not sure how they got to a bed, but he wouldn’t doubt it if he had just thrown her tiny body over his shoulder and carried her to the guest room that had become his temporary room.

That wasn’t how Sasuke had planned on dealing with Sakura and his ridiculous crush on her that wouldn’t go away.

It hadn’t taken much convincing for him to come fix the kitchen sink in the middle of the night. Besides Sasori blackmailing him because of his OnlyFans account, Obito had sweetened the deal by mentioning that if he stayed over he would be fed a free breakfast. Obito was a mediocre cook but free was free and he would be able to spend some time in Sakura’s company without his mother hovering with her knowing smiles.

He hadn’t expected to wake up to the smell of something cooking and walking into the kitchen to find Sakura wearing nothing but a baggy cream colored button down cable knit cardigan that hit mid thigh and a pair of black thigh high socks.

Sakura hadn’t expected him either. She had thought she was home alone because of a note from Sasori explaining that he and Obito had taken off to their boyfriend’s place. Sakura had called Sasori immediately for answers, but he didn’t pick up his phone.

At least, that’s what her flushed face and drawn down brows made it seem like. He hadn’t been paying attention to the phone calls she was trying to make but to the curve of her pert breasts that peeked from the v-cut of her cardigan. Sakura hadn’t been wearing a bra and he just wanted to drag his tongue up her sternum.

He was distracted from those dangerous thoughts when he received a phone call from his mother about the quarantine orders and how Obito had already told her that Sasuke was staying at his house. Sasuke didn’t have much room for an argument, especially considering his landlord Kakuzu wouldn’t give him an extension for his rent and Sasuke had had enough and broke his lease.

He cursed Kiba for moving out to live with the blondie he had been dating for the past few months and had only made it official a month ago. Kiba had been mostly staying over there and using Sasuke’s and his place for storage so it had made sense for him to officially move in but that had left Sasuke with paying the full rent on his own because he refused to move.

That decision was biting him in the ass now that he couldn’t bartend or go do some jobs as a contractor. He was heavily relying on his not safe for work accounts where he posted nudes for pay.

And speaking of not being safe for work…

It was three days after the drunken bedroom incident and Sakura needed help taking photographs for her online shop.

When Sakura had told him what she did for work he had been impressed that she had owned her own business and at how talented she was. When she told him that usually Sasori modeled her prototypes and she took the photos for her site, he was slightly disturbed. Looking at Sakura wearing her dresses and her lingerie, he couldn’t imagine Sasori wearing the same things and it looking as well as it did on her.

There may be some bias though. He was actually attracted to Sakura and he and Sasori were more enemies than they were friends and unfortunately related because Sasori was married to Obito.

“Move your arm back like this,” Sasuke instructed Sakura as she posed in a tulle panty and bra set that left nothing to the imagination. The butterfly patterns tastefully covered her nipples but didn’t do much to completely hide the small, pink thatch of hair between her thighs.

He was supposed to be focusing on showing off the lingerie to advantage, but his eyes kept drifting to the small bruises scattered on Sakura’s inner thighs and the red blooms of kiss marks that made her body look well loved.

“I can edit those out,” Sakura remarked shyly when she noticed where his gaze was directed. “I do it for Sasori for my site. He prefers keeping them though for his personal collection of photos.”

“I didn’t need to know that about Sasori.”

Sakura laughed at his discomfort and took her camera back from him. “Thanks again for the help.”

“Any time,” Sasuke muttered, watching her walk through the living room and down the hall to her bedroom.

Sasuke had the terrible━wonderful━habit of going without a shirt and exposing his tattoos when he was stuck inside all day.

It had been barely five days since their drunken mistake and the hickeys all over her body and bruises on her inner thighs and hips from the rough pounding she must have taken had yet to completely heal. Which also meant that the scratch marks on Sasuke’s shoulder blades, the hickeys all over his neck, and the bite mark on his left shoulder were still visible as well.

They hadn’t discussed what had happened. They spent the first day in an awkward state of avoidance and kept to their respective areas in the house. The second day had them going back to normal and just silently agreeing not to mention it.

But the curiosity was there now. It was there when they shared meals. It was there when he walked in from the garage after working out. It was there when he lazily strummed his guitar aimlessly. It was there when she finished her yoga routine and he was waiting to use the living room to watch or play Call of Duty.

It was there when they sat around reading in the living room and drinking tea. It was there when he made sure she took proper breaks instead of keeping herself hunched over her sewing and embroidery machines. It was there when she randomly heard his drill or hammer or the dragging of planks of wood and other materials into the house when he found something to fix or improve.

The curiosity became a yearning when she found him laid out on the couch, watching some aquarium building show. Sasuke just looked so cozy and she just wanted to curl up with him. Or straddle him.

Straddling him was definitely a favorable option.

Sasuke was immediately on alert, body stiffening under Sakura as she settled herself over him, straddling his hips. His hands slid across the sides of her bare thighs and over her small cotton shorts, until he gripped her hips through her thick oversized pullover.

He watched her warily as she pressed her hands on his stomach. His abdominal muscles twitched under her fingers as she slid her hands up his stomach.

“I was thinking…” Sakura’s cheeks heated up as Sasuke’s hands slid under her sweater and he took hold of her waist, his thumbs massaging circles on her skin. “Do you want to try it sober?”

Sasuke sat up faster than Sakura had expected him to move. In lieu of an answer to her question, he gripped the back of her neck, fisting her hair still damp from her shower, and pulled her closer to slant his mouth over hers.

There had been heated stares and what Sakura had hoped were looks of longing. Here was proof that she had been right.

Sakura sighed contently as Sasuke palmed her breasts, squeezing and fondling her with his large hands. Pulling back for air, Sasuke laid his forehead on hers, looking her directly in the eye as he continued to massage her flesh and tug at her nipples and roll them under his thumbs.

“You sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Sakura cradled the back of his neck with both of her hands and pulled his mouth back to hers. Using her hold as an anchor, she fell back slowly, guiding Sasuke to follow her and nestle in the cradle of her thighs.

Sasuke pulled back, giving Sakura room to remove her sweater. It had barely been tossed aside when he returned to her, pressing kisses to her stomach and trailing his mouth up to her breasts, sucking on the underside of them before rolling her nipples with his tongue.

While Sasuke laved at her nipples and sucked on the flesh of her pert breasts, he worked on sliding her shorts off. When he didn’t find anything under them except for skin he looked up at her, head cocked quizzically.

“I planned to be out of them so why bother putting on undergarments?”

“Next time,” Sasuke pressed a kiss to her knee and then the other, “let me take them off.”

“Next time,” Sakura’s breath hitched as he gave her clit a flick of his tongue, “huh?”

The look Sasuke gave her was all heat as he sucked one of her nether lips into his mouth before working her with his tongue. Sakura sank her fingers into his thick, black hair and wondered if he had done this for her the other night. If he had it was a shame she couldn’t recall it or had a heads up to just how wonderful Sasuke’s tongue was. Her fingers tightened their hold on his hair, keeping him in place as her thighs trembled around his head. She cried out, high and sharp, when Sasuke pressed deeper into her, his tongue working harder as he alternated between strokes and suckling on her hardened little nub as if it was his reason for existing.

Sakura’s ankles locked behind Sasuke’s shoulders as her hips grinded against his mouth to chase the wave of her orgasm. With a keening cry she collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving from exertion. As she tried to control her breathing, Sasuke made his way back up her body, pressing kisses and nips to every bit of skin he could. Humming with satisfaction, she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him back up so she could kiss him hard, tasting herself as she rolled her tongue against his.

“Take off your pants,” Sakura panted, sliding her hands down to the waistband of Sasuke’s sweatpants.

Sasuke shook his head and licked up her sternum with one sure lick, pressing his tongue hard between her breasts. “Turn around.”

His voice was a low rumble, vibrating against her breastbone, and causing a shiver to run down her spine. He used a hand to guide her to turning around until she was stomach down on the couch. With her back exposed to him, Sasuke pressed open mouth kisses down her spine. She flinched when he reached the center of her back, the spot surprisingly sensitive. He palmed her ass with both hands, massaging the cheeks before biting down on a fleshy area.

“Hey!” Sakura squealed at the sensation. He chuckled against her, sliding a hand between her thighs to where she was softest.

“I think you liked that.” He stroked her with his fingers, spreading her folds and dipping his middle and ring fingers inside of her. “I know you liked that.”

“Hmm, maybe I did.” Sakura pressed her cheek to the couch cushion and lifted her rump higher in the air and rocked her hips from side to side teasingly.

Sasuke sat up on his knees and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her closer to him. He pressed his hips against her and rocked back and forth, his clothed, hardened length digging against her core. Sakura moaned softly against the couch cushion as Sasuke grinded against her in alternating rhythms.

“Just put it in already,” Sakura pleaded.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed as she rocked back against him. “Do you want me to go get a condom? I think Obito has some in the master bedroom.”

“Don’t bother,” Sakura panted. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Alright.”

Sasuke stood up and pulled his sweatpants and boxers off. He helped her turn back around and settled himself between her legs. Bracing himself on one forearm, Sasuke licked his fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock before taking himself in hand and gave himself four quick pumps before guiding himself inside of her wet heat.

Sakura moaned at the fullness as he stretched her pleasantly. She cupped his face in her hands once again and kissed him wherever she could reach with her mouth—his chin, the corner of his mouth, his upper lip. She hadn’t realized how empty and aching she was feeling until this moment.

“You good?” Sasuke asked, keeping still but adjusting her legs around his hips for her comfort.

Sakura nodded, wrapping her arms under his armpits and clutched his shoulders. She tilted her hips up and rolled them until he began to thrust.

She didn’t know if this was how they did it the other night, but she was enjoying it. Sakura expected him to grope at her breasts and her ass as he pounded into her, but Sasuke kept to a steady pace and with his forearms caging her head, he wrapped her hair around his fingers and kissed her languidly. It was so warm and affectionate she almost forgot that it started as her just wanting a fuck on the couch to figure out if it was as good as she had thought it would be and to make up for being robbed of the experience by her inebriation.

“Harder,” Sakura demanded and without missing a beat Sasuke gave her exactly what she asked for.

He sat up on his knees and lifted her legs straight up so that her ankles crossed behind his head and he thrust harder, holding onto her knees to keep her in place. One of his legs slipped onto the ground so that he could brace himself with his foot and make sure they didn’t fall off the couch.

“You feel so good,” he praised her, kissing her left inner ankle.

“Yeah?” Sakura smiled mischievously up at him and squeezed the muscles of her core, causing Sasuke to falter in his movements. She giggled at his expense but choked on air when he readjusted his footing and thrust particularly hard into her.

Sasuke pushed her knees up into her chest and held her there as he set a punishing pace, hitting her repeatedly in a spot she liked. Her staccato cries of joy filled the room, drowning out the sound of the television.

She fell apart again and Sasuke slowed down his thrusting in favor of feeling her flutter around him and kissing her lazily. They lay like that, him still inside of her, and they exchanged kisses.

“Your turn,” Sakura murmured against his mouth as he stroked her side, brushing her ribs with his knuckles.

“Flip over,” Sasuke ordered, voice low and causing her stomach to clench in anticipation. Settling behind her, Sasuke chased his finish, his chest pressed to her back and panting in her ear.

They both collapsed on the couch and Sasuke turned on his side so that he could pull Sakura against him. They lay in a boneless sort of manner and sated, intertwining their legs and their bodies slick with sweat.

After a moment of silence, Sakura spoke up.

“Well that was definitely better sober.”

Sasuke snorted, his silent laughter rumbling in his chest and vibrating against Sakura’s back.

He was supposed to be getting some water. Somehow a trip for water turned into him making out with Sakura. She was seated on the kitchen island and he stood between her legs, one hand pressed to the small of her back and the other cradling her face.

“I’m supposed to be making dinner,” she whined but made no move to pull away. She gasped when Sasuke slid his hand between her thighs.

“We can order pizza.”

She couldn’t remember what her question was. Not with the way Sasuke moved underneath her, breaking her rhythm and holding her hips down to meet his every thrust. He had her crying out and collapsing onto him, weak to his relentless pounding.

Sakura panted, struggling to catch her breath after they both came, as Sasuke rubbed her back soothingly.

“Yeah, I’ll change the bulb in the hallway closet.”

That was the question? Sakura frowned against Sasuke’s clavicle. Well, alright then.

“Shut up!”

Sakura hid her face in her hands, trapping the heat radiating off of it with her palms.

“Tell us everything,” Ino insisted. Karin nodded vigorously in agreement from her window on Sakura’s monitor.

The three of them were using Zoom to video chat and it was supposed to be wine and movie night, but it had instead turned into a gossip session now that Sakura admitted to them that her three year dry spell had ended during the quarantine.

“We keep fucking,” Sakura whined, pulling her knees up to her chest and falling sideways on her bed. “He’s like the fucking energizer bunny: just keeps going and going.”

Karin snorted, earning herself a glare from Sakura. “How is that a bad thing?”

“It’s not.” Sakura chewed on her lower lip. “We hang out and do other stuff too.”

“Like what?” Ino asked, blowing on her nails. She had taken out her nail polish and had given herself a pedicure as she waited for Karin to pick their movie and their change in plans hadn’t stopped her from continuing.

“We watch movies and take care of Obito’s garden and his plants. I’m teaching him how to cook.” Sakura sighed and groaned softly under her breath, “We take naps together and just...cuddle.”

Besides sex being added to the list of their activities, the only change to their cohabitation was that sometimes they curled up in Sasuke’s bed just to sleep together or hold each other as they lay in the comfort of the blankets. It sometimes led to sex, but that wasn’t the goal. They simply liked being together and exchanging kisses between the sheets and listening to music.

It was sometimes more enjoyable than when he was making her come like a train. Sometimes. Alright, always. Coming was nice but she had a drawer of toys for that. She couldn’t cuddle and joke with her vibrator.

“Now that you’re boning him,” Karin smirked at her, “do you think you can introduce me to his older brother?”

The three of them burst into laughter, Sakura burying her face into her pillow to drown out the sound.

When Sasuke had remodeled Sasori’s master bathroom, he had found a bath to install that would fit his cousin’s tall frame perfectly inside. It was for that reason he knew he and Sakura could both fit comfortably, considering he and Obito were the same height.

“This is nice,” Sakura sighed, settling between his legs and resting her back against his chest. “I thought Sasori had locked his bedroom before leaving to Third’s.”

Sasori had in fact locked his bedroom, but Sasuke had picked the lock so that he could use the master bedroom for the setting of his photos for his OnlyFans. Sasuke had money to make and he needed privacy and also didn’t want to get into Sakura’s way while she worked and took care of the house.

Things had been good so far between the two of them. They hadn’t discussed what they were doing, but Sasuke was enjoying being trapped in the house with Sakura. Her affection for him even traveled outside the walls of Sasori’s house. She would hold his hands as they walked down aisles when they went shopping for things they couldn’t order or when they went for walks around the neighborhood.

Now they were taking a bath together. Sasuke had used the large bathtub for some photos, carefully placing bubbles to cover his penis, but then making them dissipate with a flap of his hand to take uncensored shots for his Patreon tiers that involved full nudity.

It was as the water cooled and the bubbles became flat that he thought about Sakura and if she would want to relax with him.

When he suggested a bath to Sakura, her eyes lit up and she found all of the candles in the house, played some soft music, and prepared the bath with scented oils and bubbles.

“This has got to be a fire hazard.” Sasuke gestured around the room at all of the candles. Their flames reflected against the tiles of the bathroom, creating a nice ambience.

“Shhhh.” Sakura kissed the inside of his wrist, and snuggled into him more. “Don’t be a killjoy.”

Sasuke leaned back and closed his eyes. This would probably be a little better if I were high, he sighed inwardly. He should have rolled a joint before they got into the bath.

“Would this be considered a date?” Sakura asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

“Some people would consider it a date. I would rather be clothed during most of a date.”

“I don’t mind,” Sakura chirped. “You’re exactly how I would want you to end up anyway.”

Heat that had nothing to do with the bath traveled up the back of Sasuke’s neck and settled in his ears.

“If the world wasn’t so fucked up right now, where would you wanna go?”

“Hmm…” Sakura hummed one thought, her knees swaying from side to side. “For a walk in Old Town to get some ice cream. Maybe check out the hibachi spot and then watch the boats on the river.”

“I don’t even like ice cream and that sounds good. Just to be outside.”

Two months had passed since the quarantine had begun and Sasuke was beginning to feel restless. He didn’t usually care about going out, only really went out for work, but now that he was forced to stay inside all day, every day, he just wanted to go out and do something.

After the quarantine was over, he and Sakura were going to need to take a road trip just to feel normal again.

“My friend Karin got tested and her results were negative so she’s going to come over and give me a haircut.” Sakura tugged at the ends of her long hair. “I procrastinated getting one and then everything was shut down.”

Sasuke huffed air out of his mouth and blew at his bangs. They had grown long enough to fall to his chin. “You think she’d mind giving me a haircut too?”

Sakura couldn’t stop giggling. She rubbed the back of Sasuke’s head, right at the nape where Karin had shaved his hair so it was a close crop. She had buzzed him into an undercut before Sakura and Sasuke could say anything about it.

“I just needed a trim.” Sasuke scowled. Karin had done a really good job and the hairstyle looked great on him, but Sasuke had only wanted to take care of his unruly bangs. “If I put my glasses on, I’ll look like a wannabe Skrillex.”

Sakura snorted, curling up in his lap. “His undercut is on the side like Karin’s. Yours is on the back.”

“Whatever. Don’t you dare give her my brother’s phone number.” Sasuke ran his fingers through Sakura’s new bob cut and kissed her forehead. “Anything you wanna do before bedtime?”

For the past few weeks they had tried to make sure they were preoccupied so that they wouldn’t get bored. Sakura was still attempting to teach him to cook but she has better results teaching him yoga.

“We could have a Lord of the Rings marathon?” Sakura wrinkled her nose in thought. “I can work on some crochet crop tops while we watch.”

They had settled into a comfortable, domestic routine. Sakura was enjoying living with Sasuke and didn’t care about Sasori and Obito having ditched her. She was kind of glad they did. She was especially glad for it the week before when Sasuke made her ginger and honey tea and always had a hot water bottle ready for her when the cramps got really bad. Sasori had the weird idea to feed her liver whenever she was on her period. He never cooked it, always handing it to her raw.

It was nice living with Sasuke. Sakura wasn’t looking forward to when Sasori and Obito returned and ruined the tranquility they had.

She prayed things wouldn’t change when they were around other people. That they wouldn’t go back to how they used to be when they sat awkwardly next to each other at holidays.

Usually a morning person, Sakura was always first to wake up out of the both of them.

She woke to the feeling of him pressed against her back, erection settling against her ass and warm breath puffing against her nape. His arm wrapped around her body and held to her chest as her fingers were laced with his.

“Sasuke.” Sakura attempted to separate their limbs. “Sasuke. We fell asleep on the couch again.”

Sasori’s couch was ridiculously comfortable and with the wide extension sticking out to make its L shape, Sakura found herself falling asleep on it often. During the quarantine she always lay there when watching TV or movies which was pretty typical from pre-quarantine life, but now instead of selfishly taking up the best spot, she was sharing it with Sasuke who was surprisingly cuddly.

“Sasuke,” Sakura whined. The more she tried to pull away, the more he clung to her. She disentangled their legs and he bit down softly on the back of her neck. “I have morning breath and, dude, I definitely need a shower…”

“Like I care.”

Sasuke was talented at distracting her. One moment she wanted to get ready for the day and in the next all she wanted was to roll around in bed all day. Sakura made no protest when Sasuke helped her remove one of the shirts she kept stealing from him and pulled off her sweatpants and tugged her panties off. Thanks to Sasuke, she was spending an incredible amount of time naked on Sasori’s couch.

“I was supposed to,” Sakura’s breath hitched when Sasuke bit the inside of her left thigh, “be making breakfast.”

“This is preferable,” he murmured against her folds, burying his face between her legs.

During the weeks of their cohabitation, Sakura had discovered that Sasuke liked going down on her more than he enjoyed when she returned the favor. He apparently liked to take advantage of the fact that she could have more than one orgasm in a single round of sex and even though getting blown was nice, he didn’t like the recovery time or how sensitive he became afterward.

Sasuke was in the middle of getting her to the first orgasm he wanted to give her when the front door opened. Not that Sasuke or Sakura had noticed.

“Oh my God,” Sakura sighed breathily, sinking her fingers into Sasuke’s hair.

“Oh my God!” Obito cried out, snapping Sakura out of her pleasure induced daze.

“My couch!” Sasori hissed, eyes narrowed in distaste.

Sakura sat up, almost kicking Sasuke in the face, and saw both her cousin and his husband and a giant man almost half a foot taller than Obito on the other side of the couch.

“Oh my God,” Sakura moaned softly in horror, grabbing the throw she kept on the couch and wrapping it around her body. Sasuke straightened himself and took a seat next to her, bare as the day he was born, cock hard and hair mussed, with a shiny smear on his chin from the activity that had just been interrupted.

“Holy shit, Shisui was right.” Obito stared in awe at Sasuke’s crotch, only snapping his attention away when Sasori slapped his arm and shot him a look of disgust. “What? I thought he was exaggerating how big it was. Oh, fuck. I owe him one-fifty now.”

Sasori rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen, calling out behind him, “Please tell me you mean a dollar and change.”

Obito rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “No. Hundred fifty.”

“Hello.” The giant man waved at Sasuke and Sakura, flashing them what in a normal situation would have been a charming smile if it weren’t for the severe lack of clothing and what he had walked in on. “I’m Third, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand. He put it down as soon as he realized they weren’t going to shake his hand. “We came over because Obito has been raving about your cinnamon chip scones and Sasori said that you could teach me to make them for him.”

“You could have called first,” Sasuke drawled, bending over at the waist to reach for his sweatpants and boxer briefs.

“You could have not been fucking on my couch!” Sasori’s voice carried in from the kitchen, followed by the slamming of cupboard doors.

Sakura rolled her eyes and stood up, careful to keep the throw wrapped around her body. Leave it to her to be caught by her cousin, his husband, and their boyfriend getting eaten out in the early morning in the middle of the living room.

“Come back in one hour and I’ll teach you how to bake anything you want,” She told Third, craning her neck to be able to look him directly in the eye. “But you gotta take them with you.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Much faster than she expected someone of such great bulk to move, Third was escorting Sasori and Obito━who had already found her homemade yogurt and was eating it━out of the house.

“Are you really going to be teaching their boyfriend to bake?” Sasuke asked, yanking his pants up and following her as she walked to her bedroom. Sakura snorted and shook her head.

“I can teach him over FaceTime. We’re changing the fucking locks.”

Day’s Notes: There’s a high chance I may revisit this AU because I used some AU ideas of mine and mashed them up to make this fic and I’m very attached to my OnlyFans Sasuke AU. I have so much to write for it.

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Study Buddies ~ H.D.

A/n: Yall really be liking Hamish huh? Lol we stan tbh.

Request: “Hi could I request a hamish duke x male reader where the reader is like the super studious person like always preparing for the next test or something and hamish starts liking him? Ps you are like the only person who does the order fics and I love that you do it because I love the order boys!!” by anonymous

Word Count: 3000+

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Psychology was hard.

School was never one of those things that came easy to Y/n. He wasn't one of those kids who could sit there and give the bare minimum effort. He struggled to follow throughout an entire lecture because the sun was bright and the grass was really green and he knew it was a nice day outside today and... wait now he'd missed five minutes of class, dang it!

In college, five minutes was like missing three days of school. The topic was suddenly completely different and Y/n was lost and confused.

That didn't stop him from being a top student in each one of his classes though. He had always been proud of his grades and worked himself near death if necessary, if it meant getting an A. Not literally near death of course, that was dramatic.

Y/n had taught himself time management at a very young age. It had been the key to his success ever since. He slept and ate food - three meals a day - and even kept a job, taking every free moment he had to study his ass off so that he knew what was going on and could deliver the proof with those beautiful red A's on the top of each of his papers.

Y/n really did study so much to get those results though. On his breaks at work, between classes, before and after school, during meals and off periods. He even quizzed himself in the bathroom and the shower, checking to make sure he'd gotten it right when he got out. It was hard and tiring, but it meant that he succeeded every time, and that's what was important.

He was a good student. His psychology teacher's TA, Hamish Duke, was very appreciative of it.

Hamish was around a lot more than the teacher was. He taught lectures and even graded papers. This class had long since been seen as Hamish’s class, and that was perhaps why it was so easy for him to slip every conversation into the direction of Y/n. Hamish was proud of all his students, but most often his star pupil.

Hamish talked about Y/n constantly. Or, more accurately, his grades. Like a proud parent showing off his child, Hamish filled his friends' ears with rant after rant about his favorite student. The only student that seemed genuinely knowledgeable about the material. The only student as well who turned in his stuff early and asked questions rather than just listening, and seemed dedicated and focused on everything, as Hamish said.

One day during one of these rants, Lilith said something that changed everything. "He likes you."

Hamish jerked back, his face twisting in disbelief. "What? No he doesn't."

Randall snorted. "No, I have to go with Lilith on this one, Hamish. I have math class with Y/n and he doesn't pay attention at all. He's just a super nerd and teaches the stuff to himself in his free time."

"Some boy doesn't pay attention in any class but Hamish's?" Jack laughed. "Dude so has a crush on you."

Rolling his eyes, Hamish stood. "You guys obviously have no sense of respect. Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to- I already knew that." The trio laughed as Hamish walked away.

After that though, Hamish became hyper aware of Y/n. The boy had his eyes on Hamish nonstop. Every once in a while, he'd even mutter under his breath as he'd watch and Hamish realized after a while that he was watching so closely, he was subconsciously mouthing along with Hamish. Probably because he read the book on his own time as well. Which made Hamish wonder why Y/n ever came to class. If he read the book, was he just... adding some context? Insight? So he asked Randall about it.

"Y/n only comes to class about half the time. The entire time he asks questions, but it's never about what's happened in previous classes or anything- just clarification about what we're learning now. I think he's got some theories? I don't know, he likes to test the water and push formulas. Our teacher actually gets a kick off of it. Y/n makes math fun, and... well, it's math. We all get happy when he's there."

So he might have stayed consistent with his insatiable need to deeply understand everything he took part in, but there was something different about Randall's experience from Hamish's. First of all, Y/n had never missed even a single one of Hamish's classes. Hamish knew because he had a perfect attendance record, and Hamish and the teacher - Ms. Merrill - talked about Y/n around their discussion on the newest lesson plan, batch of tests or even homework.

While Hamish was trying to ignore the thought of Y/n's possible feelings for him and teach a lesson instead, Y/n threw him off by approaching him after class. "Mr. Duke, I was wondering if you know any good tutors. I've been really struggling with the stuff we've been going over recently.

Hamish quirked an eyebrow. "Your grades are almost perfect."

There was a small smile on Y/n's lips when he spoke next. "Unfortunately, grades don't reflect understanding. I can sense myself starting to struggle I don't want to depend on luck being as good to me as it has been."

"Surely you're being modest."

A light chuckle. "Well, yes. I never depend on luck. I have been making educated guesses though and crossing my fingers on the rest."

That Hamish could relate to. "I see. I have to say, I don't really know anyone doing as well in my class as you are. No one who seems to be getting it as well as you do at least. It's mostly your questions that seem to clear up a lot of things for everyone else." Y/n seemed to lose hope as Hamish spoke. Maybe it was the look of panic that caused Hamish to speak next. "Uh, maybe I could." Y/n's eyes widened. "I just- I mean, obviously I understand it a little better. And in a one-on-one setting, it'll be less a lecture and more teaching since I'll be able to take you through my understanding on a deeper level."

"You'd do that?" Y/n looked so hopeful...

Despite the little voice screaming at Hamish to run, he couldn't bring himself to. "Yeah. When are you free?"

"I work everyday except Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Wednesdays I have completely free but if you wanted to work around Tuesday or Saturday that would be fine." Y/n pulled out a pen from behind his ear. Hamish hadn't noticed it before.

Hamish shuffled. He felt awkward for some reason. Why did he feel awkward? "Wednesdays will be perfectly fine for me. Should I get your number so we can decide what time and place?" Y/n nodded before holding out the pen and offering... his arm. "You don't have paper?"

Y/n rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond not mocking. "I really have to get to work actually. Could you just-?" He motioned to his arm and Hamish shrugged before trying to be delicate as he inked his number on the inside of Y/n's arm. "Thanks! I'll call you." He turned and moved quite quickly out of the room before disappearing out the doors. It was only after Y/n was gone that Hamish realized he still had the pen.

It was fine, he could give it back when they met up to study later.

Later on in the day, Hamish was still struggling to understand why he was so excited for the Wednesday study session. I mean Y/n seemed really cool so maybe Hamish just wanted to be friends with him. That made sense. But right as Hamish thought he was finally over it, it popped back in his brain again and he felt weirdly jittery and unfocused. He kept having to reread the problem he was on because he would get distracted before he could answer it then forget what it was when he finally focused again.

Lilith snapped her book open. "Okay, what's your deal?" The other two boys looked over. Hamish was surprised when he went to look at who she'd snapped at and had seen them all looking at him. When he only looked back confused, Lilith rolled her eyes. "Come on Hamish spill the beans. You won't sit still and you keep looking outside like you're waiting for a package to arrive or something."

"The last time he got like that was when you took him online shopping and he bought a grey v-neck. He threw a party when it came." The tease came from Randall.

"The he cried when you threw up on it," Lilith recalled.

"He CRIED?" Jack's eyes widened in amusement.

"It made my eyes look really good and that stain never came out!" Hamish exclaimed, defending himself.

Lilith shut up the others as they began to laugh. "Anyway, what has you all messed up now?”

Hamish scoffed. "Nothing could be as cool as a gray v-neck. You still owe me a replacement by the way," he shot at Randall, who winked and grinned in response.

"Hamish," Lilith snapped.

Pursing his lips, Hamish hesitated. Then he sighed. "There's only one thing I've got planned and it's not a big deal." Everyone leaned forward. When he didn't explain Randall motioned him to continue. Hamish rolled his eyes. "Y/n asked for some help-"

"You have a date with Y/n?" Jack demanded, his grin already face splitting.

"It's not a date!" Hamish slammed his own book shut. "He just needs someone to study with. He seems to be struggling."

Randall snorted, wiggling his eyebrows. "Probably because he's so distracted by Mr. Teacher."

Lilith nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a study date to me."

Waving his hand to dismiss what they were saying, Hamish stood and moved to the bar. Maybe if he drank something he could make sense of the chaos. Both of his friends and the one that was made up of his emotions. He usually handled both plenty well but they seemed to be refusing to make sense today. "You guys are idiots."

Idiots or not, their words followed Hamish all the way to Wednesday. He and Y/n only texted once to establish the time and place and it was just as professional as their conversation in person had been, but that didn't stop Hamish's mind from going wild. For the first time since Cassie he felt... stupid. He didn't know what to do or say. He found himself wanting to text Y/n more, but couldn't find a reason to. Why was this messing him up so much?

Panicked, Hamish pulled Randall aside at the last second. "I am freaking out."

"Your thing with Y/n today?" Randall asked. Hamish just wordlessly nodded. Randall smiled. "You like him, don't you?" Hamish was stubborn, but he wasn't dumb. He closed his eyes, groaning. "You have for a while?" Randall continued. "Like even before we said anything."

Hamish thought about that for a second. He thought about Ms. Merrill teasing him about how much he talked about Y/n. How she would hand him all Y/n's papers and tests to grade. He thought about the smiles on people's faces when he mentioned Y/n at all. He thought of the warmth in his gut he'd passed off as pride this whole time but, on a second look, was obviously something more. "Yeah." He frowned as he focused on Randall again. "Why did it take me so long to realize?"

Randall smiled. "You're stubborn. Once you've set your mind it'll never be changed. Whatever it was - whether you mislabeled the emotion, or the relationship between you guys, or even you or Y/n as people. Once you labeled it, you weren't going to be swayed until someone forced you to."

"Thank you Lilith," Hamish mumbled, feigning bitterness. Randall laughed. After a second, Hamish asked, "What now?"

Clapping Hamish on the shoulder, Randall let out a heavy sigh. "Now you go to this study date and you woo the boy. Duh."

So that's what Hamish did. He met up with Y/n and recognized the swell in his chest when he saw him. The way his stomach twisted. Now that he knew what it was, he was nervous rather than excited. Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to someone once you liked them?

They were already acquainted. Y/n had seen Hamish in all kinds of conditions, if not all but his worst. They knew plenty about each other, if just in passing. They'd talked plenty of times. They'd even been alone a few times, in a setting just like this. Y/n had been there when Hamish had been a disaster while trying to adjust to fully teaching a class instead of just doing grunt work. He'd helped Hamish out even, instead of teasing him or messing with him like the others students tried to do. What did Hamish have to be afraid of? Y/n trusted Hamish with his grades and education, and that seemed to mean a lot to him. Hamish trusted Y/n too. To tell the truth. To guide and help when he was struggling, and to liven things up when it got boring. It shouldn't have been hard to just talk to him.

And yet.

Y/n placed a hand on Hamish's arm. "Hey, are you okay? You seem upset." Hamish looked at him and realized how close together they were. Not too close, like friends, but far closer than they'd ever been before.

He didn't know what possessed him. It would have been better to break the ice. Maybe bring it up casually and talk about it. Flirt or tease. Anything to transition or something. Hamish skipped all of that. In his little moment of panic, he just leaned in right for the kiss.

And Y/n jerked away.

Hamish nearly choked. "I- I'm so sorry-"

Blush swallowed Y/n's face. "You were going to kiss me, right? I didn't misread that?"

"Yes." Hamish white knuckled his pencil. "I should have lead into that. You just- have these really pretty eyes-" He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"You... I'm sorry you just took me by surprise." Y/n rubbed his forehead. "Please don't tell me you thought I asked for your help because I liked you." Hamish's smile fell and he tried to find something to say, but Y/n looked uncomfortable and he was afraid he'd make it worse. "Hamish, I meant what I said when I inquired for help. You suggested doing it yourself. I don't... like you like that. Honestly I'm about to take a short leave for a few days and didn't want to get behind so I thought I'd get some clarification on some things I've been studying on my own."

Hamish felt like an idiot. "Oh."

"Yeah," Y/n returned softly.

"I'm... so sorry," Hamish breathed out. "Honestly I was talking about you to my friends because I admire your hard work and good grades and how you engage in class and make it fun, and they messed up my head." He shook his head, trying to clear it. "How about we ignore all of that and focus on school? I'm sure you still need help."

Y/n paused, a smile growing on his face. "I'd like that. I don't think I could get anyone as good as you to help me with this."

The awkward tension passed in a few moments as they got absorbed in work. The problem was, as Hamish easily lost himself in teaching, Y/n was now the one who found himself distracted. Hamish had a really nice smile and the sun reflected off his eyes and hair and made him look like he was almost glowing. Y/n hadn't noticed it before, but now... thinking about Hamish kissing him. How Hamish might like him. Might have been thinking about him and wondering. Getting up the courage for this little thing, and how he hadn't run away to save his pride because he valued Y/n's need enough to push away his own feelings.

They parted on good terms, shaking hands after a pause. Then they gathered their stuff and went their separate ways.

Hamish refused to talk about the "date" with Y/n, no matter how much his friends begged and prodded. Not even Lilith could pry anything from him. When Y/n didn't show up for class, Hamish figured he was gone for his little break. A break that lasted for a week and a half. Every class without Y/n was super boring and seemed to teach no one anything. Students all stared at him like he was speaking another language, and everyone refused to ask any questions. No jokes or engagement at all. He understood what Randall had meant by everyone getting excited when Y/n came to class now.

It was right after the next class Y/n hadn't been at that the man himself suddenly appeared. He looked determined about something, walking to Hamish quickly. Hamish was at the back of the room, trying to pull himself together and lift his spirits as he worried yet again that he was maybe just a bad teacher and Y/n was the one who made people stay and come at all. It was then that Y/n barged in and walked right up to him, cutting him off int he middle of greeting him and asking what he needed to grab him by the shirt and pull him into a kiss.

Without hesitation, Hamish kissed back. He held Y/n's face as the other boy pulled them as close together as they could get. When they parted, they'd moved a little so that Y/n was sitting on Hamish's desk, Hamish between his legs. "Whoa," Hamish whispered, both stunned by the kiss and their current position.

Y/n exhaled a sharp breath. "You asshole. I've been thinking about you nonstop for MONTHS and you finally try and kiss me right when I'm getting over you. Then I'm gone and all I can think about is you again and I miss you and your stupid class and your hair and eyes and your voice and how much I wanted you to kiss me so guess who's back early because I need you to kiss me? GUESS."

Hamish chuckled, soft but for quite a while. Y/n shoves him, but before he can go off again Hamish is already kissing him for the second time. Both boys relaxed and melted into each other. "Hey," Hamish whispered.

"Hi," Y/n whispered back.

The older boy's thumb brushed over Y/n's cheek. "Let me take you on a real date."

Biting his lip to try and contain his smile, Y/n considered. "Only if you agree to be my boyfriend."

Hamish grinned. "Does this mean we can be study buddies all the time?"

"Will you distract me with kisses like you tried to last time?" Y/n asked.

Tilting his head, Hamish avoided answering. "Not... EVERY time..."

Y/n laughed, shaking his head. "Fine. Deal."

"Deal," Hamish agreed. And they kissed again to seal it. Finally.

#hamish duke #the order #the knights of saint chrisptoher #the knights of the order of the hermedic blue rose #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke imagine #male reader #the order x reader #the order imagine #the knights of saint christopher x reader #the knights of saint Christopher imagine

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thecringefailintherye · 3 years

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Oliver! (1968) Live (re) watch!

i have already seen oliver!, but not in ages, so i decided to watch it again, enjoy

very long post warning

fuckin hell these opening credits are LONG

i love the fact instrumentals of songs in the movie are playing

i have chocolate popcorn, apple lucozade and oliver! on, life is good

yes i know mark lester is oliver ive seen this like 20 times can i watch the film now

OH ABOUT FUCKING TIME

god is love

IS IT WORTH THE WAITING FOR IF WE LIVE TILL 84 ALL WE EVER GET IS GRUELL

i forgot how much of a banger food glorious food is

LOOK AT BABY MARK LESTER 🥺🥺🥺

ads in middle of movie be like

its harry secombe!

AMENNNN

oliver gets bullied the movie

look at this poor kid

MOREE????????

oh yes oliver i love this song

O L I V E R

poor kid

without any bannister yikes

the one who named him........O-L-IV-ERRR

oh were outside now

olivers just been kicked out oh shit

but on the plus side he has a cute ass hat on

BOY FOR SAY AL

look at oliver 🥺 he deserves better

SOWERBERRY MORE LIKE SHITTERBERRY

theres a severe lack of thats your funeral and i shall scream

noah claypole more like noah clayprick

“perhaps... if i had a tall hat?” BABEY

HES GOT HIS TALL HAT ON YES OLIVER

oliver said dab on them haters from your old gaff youre a funeral advisor now and theyre still homeless

DONT INSULT HIS MUM FUCK YOU NOAH

YES OLIVER KILL HIM

yes stuff the nine year old in a coffin and sit on it well done

"OLIVAH ??" "Yes im here: ((("

ITS MEAT!

oliver deserves better man

im gonna cry and were like 25 minutes in.

ik its not mark singing but whoever it is CAN SING WTF

i want to give him a hug

OH SHIT HES RUNNING AWAY

hes in the lettuce

LONDON YOU MADE IT !

yes oliver trains exist

DODGER!!!

whach you starin at aint ya ever seen a toff

the beak

look at lil jack wild

me more hintimate friends

cockney accent™️

the artful dodga

CONSIDERR YOURSSELF AT HOEME COSNIDER YOURSWLF OEN OF THE FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

im sorry i love this song

look this scene is awesome, but it would be COMPLETE with charley oh wait he was demoted to extra and everything interesting abt him was given to dodger

he should have gotten the nobody tries to be ladeeda or uppity bit I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

this cast is BIG

okay i am a Charger Enthusiast but do we all agree there is something oddly homosexual about oliver and dodger in this song

note how dodger is scared of the police FORESHADOWING

ive taken to this SO STRONGITSCLEARWEREGOINGTOGETALONG

how many extras is this ???? yall better be gettin paid

its dodga comin up

this set is sraight out of the book i love it

CHARLEY MATE IM SORRY THEY MADE YOU AN EXTRA

“oh not again” does dodger just always show up with random workhouse kids

ah yes fagin the character whos still a negative jewish stereotype

more and more big cast

THESE SAUSAGES ARE MOULDY! (am i going to freak out whenever charley does anything because i love him? yes)

stfu drink your gin

is this a laundry?? no fam

THE BEST FUCKING SONG IN THIS MUSICAL

IN THIS LIFE ONE THING COUNTS

sorry if i dont add to this until pick a pocket or two is done bc its a straight banger

this song is EVERYTHING

hard at work lol ok

did he make those himself??? no

couple a wipes

EMBROIDERED THEM??? no

petition for all oliver twist adaptations to refer to charley as master bates like the book and for him to have actual lines and not have his actor switched at least three times

i dont even now who charley is at this point because his actor is switched many a time im just gonna say purple blazer kid is charley

anyway charley bates supremacy

whos bill sikes??? NO

fuck bill all my homies hate bill

rum tum tum is a banger

go bed now

take your hat off in bed dodger

movie fagin has rights

fagin leaving where will he go

BET IS THAT YOU

FUCK OFF BILL NO ONE LIKES YOU

NANCY NANCY HES HERE !!!!!! bet deserves everything and more ily 💖

NANCYYYY!!!!!!

its a fine life more like its a banger

wheres all of bets lines gone

bet 🤝 charley (being demoted to extras)

its not funny anyore bet.. bet girl please sing youre the best fucking thing about this song

such a happy song about domestic abuse

THERE SHE IS THATS MY GIRL BET I FUCKING LOVE YOU

bullsye rights!

i hate how this movie made fagin more symathetic but he’s still a “greedy jew” stereotype

oliver?????

at this moment fagin knew he fucked up

nancy you deserve better than bill

oh hi dodger forgot you existed

and the rest of you except oliver

ah yes charley “sausages” bates i missed you

THESE FUCKING KIDS THEY ALL LOVE BET AND NANCY MY HEART

im a regular gent i am. no dodger you arent

why is “permit me to assist you across the road” so fucking funny

pov dodgers back on his bullshit so you have to pretend to be a horse and cart for him

not “sir artful” 😭😭😭

anyfink for youu

WHAT FISTICUFFS???!!!

i feel sorry for the child extras man theyve prob had to film this scene like ten times

THESE KIDS CAN SING

the boys dancing with eachother is too fucking wholesome i love this

again, movie fagin rights

weed riissk lifee and limmbb

you promised we could go see the angin!!!!!

ats on boys time were off

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG

HOW COULD WE LET HOW COULD WE FORGET OUR DEAR OLD FAGIN WORRY!!

mate that aint single file did you not hear him

am i the only one who can hear london bridge is falling down in the back??

our pockets hold a watch of gold that chimes upon the hour!!! a wallet fat an old mans hat!!! the jewels from the tower!!!

WE KNOW THE NOSEY POLICEMEENNNN

dodger and charley (i am SURE charley is purple blazer kid even if havent seen this film in ages) are GETTING INTO THIS

oliver 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

movie fagin rights pt 27238227

DODGER OLIVER COME ON!!!!!!!!! alright dude chill

ARE YALL SEEING THIS SHIT, I WAS RIGHT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE LAD IN THE PURPLE BLAZER WHO SINGS “a wallet fat an old mans hat” WAS CHARLEY BATES AND GUESS WHAT HE FUCKING IS. I WAS RIGHT, PURPLE BLAZER KID IS CHARLEY YOU CAN LEAVE NOW

no dont were only an hour in

three kids on the back of the omnibus what will they do

dodger and charley said be gay do crimes

ah shit now look what youve gotten us into dodger

IT WASNT EVEN OLIVER IT WAS CHARLEY AND DODGER GO AFTER THEM

are dodger and charley straight up framing oliver for a crime they commited while also helping him escape

yes they are why are we surprised

i hate to break it to you dodger but hiding oliver in a meat sack doesnt work

OLIVERS ON THE ROOF????

charley and dodger got oliver into this mess and they are not going to get him out

WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK AFTER HIM????? right calm down fagin

how could i help it :((((

no bill!

stan nancy

“two other boys stole it” no shit

BROWNLOW !

run bitch run

right intermission time now

AND WE’RE BACK!

entr acte

who will buyyy

strawberry girl is carrying this

oliver owns my heart pt 278983728938728

this is a banger wtf

okay its done now right

right?????

UHH BILL???? DODGER???? BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU HERE

have bill fagin nancy and the boys been stalking oliver???

NO SHE WONT FAGIN!

shit.

fuck bill

this scene is far more sadder when you think of how the boys have just seen the only woman they see as a mother figure been hit to the flo or, im not crying, you are

as long as he needs me :(

FUCK YOU BILL

rose maylie is that you?!

look at lil oliver!!

BILL FUCK OFF

i hate bill

“look at his togs! he’s got books too!” charley and dodger are my emotional support kids

anyway have i mentioned i hate bill, bc i hate bill.

I REALLY REALLY HATE BILL

even fagin aka the guy whos keeping these kids as pickpockets has more morals than bill

WE STAY CALM!!

no bill i havent heard a dying chicken

act one was just childish antics now we have THIS

fuck bill

YOURE TELLING ME THE BOYS WATCHED THAT????

jack wild is a banging actor. he genuinely looks terrified 🥺

this film..

a mans got a heart hasnt he?? yes you do!!!

a full song dedicated to movie fagin rights?? did i ghostwrite this?? probably

banger

ithinkidbetterthinkitoutagain!

villains theives and nine year olds

MR BUMBLE?????!!!!!!!!!!

fuck bill pt72898376728909878199

bill youre traumatising him

cmon nance do something!!

also completely forgot abt this but uh does monks exist in this i forgot bc we have had no mentions of him yet

nancy tell him who bill is!!!

bullseye deserves better

uhm what is going on

bill sikes more like bill yikes

oliver what are you doing

BILL TERRIFIES ME

FUCK

omg oom pah pah????

leave oliver alone bill hes like nine

oh banger

OOM PAH PAH THATS HOW IT GOES!!!!!!!!!

just asking are nancy and bet lesbians bc they look it

COULD IT BE OOM PAH PAHHHHHH

god i love this song

IT SHOOOOOWSSSSSS

its the same oom pah pah

“She was from the country but now shes up a gumtree she let a fella feed her then lead her a long” foreshadowiinnggg

OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH!

nancy is so fucking smart

getting the whole pub singing and dancing to smuggle out oliver? clever

fuck

bill.. no.. bill.. bill????

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKC

BILL GET OFF HER

NANCY NO

HE STRAIGHT UP COMMIT MURDER AGAINST THE NICEST CHARACTER

BROWNLOW DO YOU NOT HEAR NOTHING

nancy deserved a better death than to be killed by bill fuck bill

EVEN BULLSEYE HATES YOU BILL

ARE THEY ACCUSING BULLSEYE OF MURDER

FUCK YOU BILL

movie fagin rights + fuck bill combo?

youre telling me fagin had an ESCAPE ROUTE??? AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HOUSE THING??? THE WHOLE TIME???

BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD

BILL

fuck, well. #

“WHAT DO I DO!?” “LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME, DODGE ABOUT”

ten quid says dodgers been caught

oh no all fagins shit is gone

BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD PT 2

FUCK YOU BILL

GOD I HATE HIM

OLIVER MATE ARE YOU OK

never have i been so happy to see a character die

rest in shit bill

hi dodger thought you got caught n went to australia

god, this film is so fucking good.

reviewing the situation 2.0 goes hard

MOVIE. FAGIN. RIGHTS!

FAGIN YOU CAN BE A GOOD MAN YOU KNOW YOU CAN

DODGER??????????

IM TOTALLY NOT CRYING RN

FAGIN NO DONT TAKE IT

FUCKING PLOTTWIST

IT MADE IT LOOK LIKE FAGIN WAS GONNA GIVE THE WALLET BACK TO DODGER BUT NO

once the villain you’re the villain to the end

i completely forgot abt this scene since i’ve been reading the oliver twist book and in that dodger gets arrested and fagin gets hanged but here they get away?

god this is bittersweet

I THINK WE’D OUGHT TO THINK IT OUT AGAIN!!!!!

thats where the film should have ended, i get olivers the main character but it ending on dodger and fagin walking out into the sunset is such a pleasing ending man

oliver gets his happy ending abt time

YES CONSIDER YOURSELF AND BE BACK SOON (THE BIGGEST BANGERS IN THE FILM) CREDITS SONGS!!

well.. that was a journey and half

#oliver!#oliver twist #oliver #oliver! 1968 #oliver 1968 #charlie’s comfort movies #oliver twist 1968 #oliver! the musical #oliver the musical #musicals #1960s #1960s movies #60s #mark lester #jack wild #oliver reed #ron moody #shani wallis #and everyone else in the huge ass cast

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thebraingremlinsaremad · 3 years

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Daily Blog #15: August 22, 2021

Dollar Tree is honestly pretty fucking awesome 👌👌👌

I set my alarm for like 6:25 this morning, but it took 6 minutes for the "Horsin' Around" theme song instrumental to wake me up. I was pretty tired lol. I just dismissed it and went back to sleep.

I only went back to sleep because I knew I had another alarm set for 7:00. That got me up.

I should mention that this was still in the RV over an hour away from the house.

After I got up, I went to go get a shower, and did so successfully.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten my brush this time and had to do it afterwards after my hair had a bit of time to dry, which did make it a little more difficult lol.

I got dressed and grabbed my stuff, putting it into my car.

I made it a point to see and say "see you later" to my grandparents before I left for the flea market.

My dad insisted that I stayed to say goodbye to my mom, so I left.

I did NOT have cell service up there, as was mentioned in my previous 2 blogs of which I could only post today, so finding my way was a tiny bit difficult until I got some service to ask Google to take me to "...".

It worked and I got there.

On my drive, I listened to 1 by Simple Kid, a CD I had previously purchased at a Dollar Tree location.

I got a call from the guy at the flea market saying that I had some people there waiting for me. He asked how far away I was, to which I said "about 10 minutes." Ironically, that call made me miss my exit, as Google couldn't talk during the call, and added about 3 minutes to my arrival time lmao.

I did sell the Xbox that he said someone was interested in. I got $40 for it. I spent 27¢ on it. Pretty good return if you ask me.

I couldn't sell it with anything other than a power cord because the controller and AV cables I had been using to play it there were for my personal console. I'm just glad I can actually hook my Xbox up and stop having to drag them to the flea market along with a small library of games.

Not too long after I sold the Xbox, someone came in and asked if I wanted to see some electronics he had in his car. I went out with him. It was a pair of 3ft speakers and a Pioneer audio system with dual cassette decks (although neither of them works) and a 25 Disc CD-changer, as well as the standard AM/FM tuner. Additionally, there was a Fisher amplifier and AM/FM tuner as well as a Fisher Direct Drive turntable. He said he wanted $60 for em, but before that he casually, and probably accidentally, dropped that he was just gonna take em to the thrift store.

Big mistake.

I got em for $35 lmao. THERE GOES MOST OF MY PROFIT.

Oh well.

I tested everything. As I mentioned, the cassette decks don't work, but everything else does apart from the turntable needing a new stylus.

I posted some new photos of the shop to Facebook, and someone soon DMed me about a stereo system.

I priced everything, and it turns out I have about $300 worth of equipment from that deal, the Fisher amp and tuner being worth about $150.

The buyer will hopefully show up next weekend, for he wants to buy the Fisher stuff ($185 with the turntable), the 3ft speakers, an 8-track deck, and a Kenwood deck we've had for a week or two.

The speakers are listed for $50 (and are worth around $100-150), the Kenwood Deck for $50 as well, and the 8-track for $35. That makes it about $320 in equipment. Since he's buying so much, I'll knock it down to $270 and essentially give him the speakers or cassette deck for free lol.

Apart from that stuff, not much happened at the flea market. I sold some records, cassettes, CDs and I think 2 DVDs. One person bought a VHS tape? That money was the other guy's though. Oh well xD.

I can't say that I didn't miss my wonderful partner while on the trip. I actually brought along the stuffed animal they gave me (who's name is Greg) and snuggled with him both nights.

I was very happy to hear from them UwU.

They let me rant and I let them rant.

I honestly give them too much responsibility over me xD. I'm like, "Okay, I'm gonna do this. HOLD ME TO IT."

I know I can't hold myself to anything I personally say (this blog being the only exception apparently), but I listen to them pretty well I think 🤔. If they tell me, "No, you don't need that VCR," so long as it's not some weird specialty thing, like a worldwide VCR 🥵, I'll be like "Yeah, you rite bro."

I love you man xD. You control my craziness pretty well. I'm so thankful for you UwU.

#relationshipgoals

So part way through the flea market day, I went over to Dollar Tree to buy some snack, but ended up looking through the CDs to see if there was anything good. I took photos of about 18 CDs and flipped through them online for the remainder of the flea market day.

I deleted the photos of the ones I didn't want and kept those that I liked. Surprisingly, I ended up buying 13 CDs there, but not before dropping them on the floor like the dumbass I am.

Also, sorry for all the nerd shit I spilled on your lap earlier. No one cares about amps and tuners xD.

I'M LISTENING TO ONE OF THE DOLLAR TREE CDS RIGHT NOW THO.

I already transferred over to my online library on iBroadcast and put the disc into my CD changer, which is now holding 164 CDs.

Its max capacity is 300 discs 🥵

WHY AM I NERD

Oh well

I like being a nerd gurl

Also maybe a technosexual 👀

I get really excited over some electronics. Like. REALLY excited.

Some editing VCRs are like "Holy shit that is SEXY. Look at those goddamn VU meters 🥵. And hhhh there are like 7 inputs on this thing and individual controls for left and right audio gain, not to mention Hi-Fi S-VHS recording. Hhhhhhhhhhh please gimme 😭. Why are you so expensive?"

I uh, mean, uh, *cough* look, pretty lights.

Oh yeah, I was gonna say the album I was listening to xD. MAN I GOT SIDETRACKED.

It's 37 Everywhere by Punchline. Def give it a listen; it's pretty heccin good.

Another notable album I picked up was Page One by Steven Page. I very much like the first track, "A New Shore." It's quite catchy and he has a great voice imo.

Also at dollar tree, I bought a regular bag of Fieras and 2 bags of Fieras Sticks, which were marked down to 75¢/bag because they're expiring soon.

I honestly like the generic Dollar Tree version of Takis more than actual Takis. They're a lot more flavorful when it comes to the lime, but also hotter at the same time.

Don't get the hot nacho ones tho. Hot nacho? More like hot pile of shit.

HAH

Goteem.

They're not that good xD.

THE REGULAR ONES ARE FIRE THO

"How do you do fellow kids?"

I got home and started working on putting the CDs onto my computer, and then onto iBroadcast, but not without first adding The Music Man to my digital library, something I had neglected for a month or two. The CD had just been sitting there lol.

I also switched my digital file for "The Black Parade" to that of the uncensored CD, which I had purchased before I event started working over 2 months ago.

MAN I'M LAZY

I eventually get around to shit tho lol. I guess it's just a matter of priority.

What usually takes priority is digging through everything to find something that I forgot about but then remembered, making a mess in the process that I would then have to clean up, at least partially.

I think the album just ended. I've been writing for a while xD. I'ma start "I Made You Something" by The Island of the Misfit Toys.

I'll tell you where that album came from in a minute.

In the meantime, where was I?

I kinda lost my train of thought despite reading up to see where I was. Oh well. On I go.

I ate dinner and kept working on those CDs, eventually putting my clothes from the week into the washer.

I FORGOT TO PUT MY SHAPING UNDERWEAR IN. FUCKING HELL MAN.

I wanted to wash em for this week 😭

No tight pants for Leonna I guess qwq.

Meanwhile, the box of my CD album cases is overflowing. I need another box.

I keep all of the album artworks in a big CD folder. That's almost full.

I wanna fill my entire CD changer. That's one of my big goals in life. Idk why, but I just wanna legitimately fill the entire thing.

My clothes are in the dryer now. I don't think I have the time (or energy) to fold them tonight. I'll leave that for tomorrow morning before work.

And God. Fucking. Damnit. I start school again on Wednesday. NOT looking forward to that, and neither are my 2 coworkers. We already have low enough staff, but only the two of them working is gonna be a pain in the ass.

I'll still work Saturdays.

I need to contact my guidance counselor to get out of the gym class I signed up for. I scheduled this shit before I found out I was trans, and I don't wanna deal with the fucking locker room situation 🙄 I have far more important matters.

Okay so anyway, the album I'm listening to came from a cassette. I bought this cassette a few months ago at the flea market along with a few others. The reason I bought them? They were all newer cassette releases from the 2010's, and they're all actually pretty good music from very indie bands.

Currently getting mad at iBroadcast's compression algorithm. It's unnaturally fucking anything over -10db up. Oh well, there's not really anything I can do about it.

I have like 13GB of music on my phone btw. That's about 3.5k songs on 268 albums.

I'm kind of an audiophile, but I'm too cheap to pay for a lossless service. Oh well.

They do actually have a lossless service on iBroadcast, but once again, too cheap.

Someone just sent me a friend request who legitimately posted that BLM and the democratic party are hate groups.

BLOCK.

Goodbye ho.

I don't get that. They call the democratic party a hate group when they hate people like me, and I, being more of a democrat although not fully because the 2-party system is fucked, think nothing more of them than they're very wrong about certain things, especially, as shown, that black people, as well as asian, Indian, native, and people of all ethnicities and backgrounds, are not equal to white people.

Yeh.

Totally.

You go buddy.

Anyway, yeah, I can, and do, convert music and video from analog formats to digital files in order for me to archive and listen to whenever and wherever I please. I've actually made a bit of a business out of it, but I don't get too much work from it. At least I'm not overloading myself xD.

I honestly have so much more to say, but I should probably go to sleep soon.

A few final shoutouts to the following people and companies:

-Dollar Tree

-Steven Page

-Broken World Media

-The Island of Misfit Toys

-Simple Kid

-Punchline

-My incredible partner QwQ I love you so much. Thanks for being the best all the time. I hope I can give you the best life ever.

Anyway I suppose this is goodnight. Lmk if you want a full list of the CDs I bought today! I'll link that song by Steven Page here.

And here's a good song from Simple Kid

I really like music lol. Enjoy these pieces.

Anyway, goodnight lol.

Lots of love,

-Leonna.

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desiraypark · 4 years

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First of all, congrats on 200 sweetheart!! You deserve it so much! So, the request: Flip x Mae. Make up sex. That's it. These two are like fire and gasoline and I love them so much ❤️

Thank you so much!!! :) This was longer than it was supposed to be omg, lol. Content: Couple’s spat; smut is all the way at the end lmao (unprotected) and it’s more of a quickie, I hope this is okay! Okay, so this takes place within about a year (maybe two) of Flip x Mae officially being a couple. Where do they live? I don’t know. Or do I...

Mae was curled up in a tight ball, as far away from Flip as possible. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open at the feeling of fingers near her elbow and lips on her shoulder. She groaned and tried to scoot away, but her body was too heavy with sleep. “Good morning...” he said. Mae pulled the blanket up over her arm and Flip avoided being smacked in the face with the material. He chuckled and kissed Mae on the cheek. “I’m sorry, babe...” He rested his cheek against hers. “Mm-hmm...” she mumbled. “I am...” “How do I make it up to you?” he asked. ____________________ The Night Before Every tenant’s cooking smacked Flip in the face as he walked through the apartment building. But he knew Mae’s cooking. She definitely had them beat. He dragged his aching feet up the steps to apartment D, where he and his lady lived (“in sin” - according to Mae’s mother). He opened the door and let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, Honey,” Mae called from the kitchen. “You’re right on time.”

Flip sauntered into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist. Then, he nuzzled his lips against her neck. She was pulling fried pieces of fish from a skillet.

“Long day?” she asked. “Yep,” he said. “I just wanna eat and go to bed.” “No football tonight?” Mae asked, shock in her voice. “Nope. I’m that tired, doll.” Flip gave her a peck on the cheek, walked out of the kitchen, and into their bathroom. As he stood over the toilet and relieved himself, he got a good look at their tiny bathroom--tiny in comparison to what he had in Colorado Springs and even what she had in Miami. On the right side of the sink was his shaving cream, razor, and deodorant. On the left, him and Mae’s toothbrush and toothpaste holder (with toothbrushes and toothpaste, obviously) and Mae’s Noxzema...and her Pond’s cold cream...and her Ultra Sheen conditioner...a little comb.

On top of the toilet (over the cutest crocheted toilet cover, he had to admit) sat her shampoo and conditioner, another comb, and a random makeup applicator. He couldn’t move any of the stuff either--for the bottom of the sink was damn near filled to the top with Fashion Fair cosmetics, more hair products, perfumes, and perhaps a five-year old. Who knew?

Flip sighed, shook himself dry, and washed his hands. Then, he went into the bedroom to change into some house clothes.

Mae was setting plates of food on their little table when Flip walked into the kitchen. She smiled at him as he walked over and pulled out her chair. He helped her slide in before sitting across from her. They took their first bites of dinner, and Flip finally spoke. “Babe, do you really need all that stuff you have in the bathroom. It’s getting a little cramped...” Mae raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I can get rid of a thing or two.” Flip grunted and parroted her. “A thing or two...” “Are you trying to call me messy, Flip?” she asked. “No...” he answered. “Just...our bathroom isn’t but so big. Half of that stuff you don’t even use.” Mae straightened her spine. “You don’t what I use and don’t use.” “Look, Babe, I’m not trying to start a fight,” Flip said. “It’s just when I come home and take a piss, I don’t wanna see Macy’s cosmetics counter all over the fuckin’ bathroom...” He didn’t raise his voice, but he might as well had. “Why are you cursin’ at me Phillip?” “It’s just a lot, Babe. Besides, you’re too pretty to puttin’ all that crap on--” “Unh-uh, don’t you go there with yOu’re tOo prEtty fOr mAkeUp mess, trying to soften me up,” Mae interrupted. Flip put his hands up, fork still in his right hand. “Baby, all I’m saying is you’re probably going a little overboard in the beauty sections. Sometimes I feel dirty when I walk in there, Babe.” Mae stopped eating and leaned back in her chair. “So, now I don’t clean the bathroom.” Flip rolled his eyes, dropped his fork and rubbed his temples. “Should I just drop it?” “You should.” Flip and Mae ate in silence. Mae hopped up from the table first to take her dishes to the sink. She filled the sink with soapy water, and Flip walked over with his dishes. They always washed and dried the dishes together, but Mae swiped up his silverware and snatched the plate out of his hand. “I’ve got it,” she said, dropping the utensils and plate in the water. Flip stood shocked for a few seconds, then he shook his head. He reached into the cupboard for the Pyrex. “I said, I’ve got it,” Mae repeated. “You’re gonna clean all this up by yourself?” Flip asked with a sarcastic tone. “It’s not like I did shit else today, with me being a shopaholic bitch who doesn’t keep her home,” she said. Flip shoved the Pyrex dishes back in the cupboard. “You know what. Fine with me. Good fuckin’ night.” “Good fuckin’ night to you, too,” Mae snapped back. ____________________ “How do I make it up to you?” he asked. Mae tilted her body further away from Flip, but he felt her cheeks moving. He sat up and looked down at the dent in her cheek--her chewing on the inside of her mouth, trying not to smile, he knew. He gave her face another kiss, but she turned over her stomach and buried her face in her arm. Flip ran his fingers down her back. “Mmm, giving me your ass to kiss huh?” he asked. He pulled back the blankets, climbed on top of Mae, and yanked up her nightgown. He leaned down to plant kisses on her panty-less ass. “Don’t you have a job you need to get to?” Mae asked, her voice muffled. “Gonna do this rim job first,” Flip said, spreading her cheeks. Mae squealed and squirmed under him. Flip laughed and climbed off her, letting her roll back on her back.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she said. Flip stared into her eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, too.” Mae flashed a mischievous grin and lifted her knees. “How sorry are you?”

Flip grinned and climbed between Mae’s legs. He held her knees open and without hesitation, sucked her clit into his mouth. He pulled away for a second. “I’m just gonna get you wet, and then I’m gonna give you some fuckin’ dick so I can get ready for work,” he said. Mae laughed. “Fine with me.” Flip licked and sucked Mae up, drinking every drop of juice that drizzled out of her--wetting every fold until she glistened in his view. His dick was hard in seconds. Soon, he sat up and lined up at her entrance. “Soft or rough?” he asked. “Mmm, rough. So you can get the fuck outta here,” she joked. Mid-giggle, Flip rammed into her and she yelped.

“That’s what you get, smart ass,” he said.

He stroked her velvety walls for less than a minute before he grabbed her legs, pushed them back, and rested his body over hers--slowing his pace, but slipping in deeper, and barely pulling out. “Ohhhh, fuckkkkk,” Mae groaned. “Mmmm,” Flip hummed. “Did you take your pill?” “Yes, I took my pill, Flip. Stop asking me that every time we fuck, just fuckin’ nut in me!” Flip grinned and picked up his pace. He interlocked his arms over Mae’s head and slammed his hips against her body. Her nails dug into his back, providing him with the sweet sting he needed to near his finish. He pressed into her one hard time, and filled her up with his seed, mumbling another expletive in her ear. Mae ran her fingers through his hair, letting him ride out his wave. “Alright, big boy. Get your heavy ass off me,” she finally said. Flip chuckled and sat up, but he didn’t pull out of her. He kept her legs up, kept fucking into her, and rubbed at her clit the pads of his fingers. Mae bit her lip and sat up on her elbows, jaw lax, taking in the sensations. “I’m not leaving ‘til you come,” he said. “Oh, Baby, it’s fuckin’ happening...” she mumbled, her pupils dilated and eyebrows raised. Then, her head flew back and she let out a cry straight from her gut. She came and squirted under Flip, and he kept rubbing and fucking, rubbing and fucking. When she neared the end, she started squirming away from him. “Stop, Flip!” she shouted with her face covered. He yanked himself out, leaned forward, pushed her hands away from her face and pressed them down at her sides. Then, he devoured her mouth and peppered her face with soft kisses. “I’ll miss you all day,” he said. “I’ll miss you, too,” she said back. “This was too short, I might have to finger myself when you leave.” “Nope,” Flip said, pushing her hands further into the mattress. “I missed Monday Night Football last night, I need you to make up for it.” “Me?” Mae asked. “Make a halftime show out of you playing with that pussy for me,” he said.

Mae chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do, Coach.” ____________________ Flip walked in and smelled the food from last night.

“Hey, Honey,” Mae said from the kitchen. “Hey, Babe.” He walked into the kitchen just in time to see her bent over and checking on something in the oven. He sauntered over with an opened palm.

“Don’t you do it,” she said, standing up and closing the oven again. Flip froze and laughed. “I’m just foolin’,” she said.

She walked past Flip, batted her false lashes, and looked over her shoulder. He bit his bottom lip, and his eyes traveled down to her ass. He gave it a nice little smack. They laughed and Flip pulled her in his arms and kissed her. Mae pulled away and ran her fingers through his hair. “Go on and get ready for dinner, Baby,” she said.

Flip gave her another peck on the lips and went into the bathroom. He noticed that the sink looked a little lighter--just her Noxzema and cold cream sat on her side. Nothing was on the back of the toilet. He peeked out of the bathroom, checking to see if she had a view of him, but she was must have been digging in the fridge, out of the way of his view.

He bent down and looked under the sink--probably a third of her cosmetics were gone. What was left (which was still a department counter’s worth, if you asked him), sat neatly in two little crates. Each crate had an index card taped to it that read “Mae”. On the other side were two more crates--both empty, but also had index cards taped to them. “Flip” written on both in marker.

#flip z smut #flip x mae

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babybottlepop96 · 3 years

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Kakashi x Reader

A/N: this is SFW, unless y'all want a NSFW part 2, then I'll be glad to give y'all some of the nasty! Lol this ended up being like a mystery Guy type kinda thing, not at all what I intended but that's how it ended up. I just didn't realize that I didn't say the guys name till the end of the story and felt too lazy to go and add it in. Lol, so sorry! Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want a part two!

Ever been a young kid with a crush on an older boy? An older boy from another village? Granted, I'm twenty one years old and he is in his early thirties now, but you just KNOW he would never think of you the same way because one) he is older than you, two) he is literally the hottest guy around and could have ANY girl he wanted, and three) you would never even have the chance because you also happen to be the sister of the one tailed host? Not to mention that my fraternal twin brother has magical puppets that could kill you just from being fucking creepy. Yeah… that's me. Always admiring from afar. Always wondering what could be and what it be like to actually have someone like you back.

"(Y/n), you're spacing again." Temari spoke as we ate our ramen. She was sitting next to her boyfriend, Shikamaru. She was so lucky.

"Aug this is such a drag. Just talk to him." Shikamaru chimed in.

"And have my soul leave my body? Yeah, no thanks! I'd rather just think of the "what could be's" instead." I spoke, just barely above the whisper so the person wouldn't overhear. "Besides, it's not like they like me back." I rested my chin in my hand and picked up noodles with my chopsticks just to let them fall back into the bowl.

"Come on now, this is just getting ridiculous. Just tell him! The worst he could do is say no." Temari tried again but I huffed, feeling thankful these were the only two in the whole world who knew about my secret crush.

"And then feel foolish and heartbroken? To feel like I could never show my face in the Hidden Leaf again? Once again, no thank you." The couple sighed but didn't press any farther. Finally, they gave up.' I sighed to myself before trying to finish my bowl of ramen.

The three of us finished our food and set about wandering the village. Not like we haven't been here tons of times. I'm not really sure why I tag along with Temari when she comes to visit Shika. Maybe it's because I just want to get out of Suna, get away from all the sand. Or maybe it's because I just want to see his face and torture myself with something I could never have.

Temari and Shika were a few places ahead of me, talking and Temari giggling at something her lazy ass boyfriend said, a small smile gracing over his face as he looked at my sister. I couldn't help but space off and stare at them for a moment. They were so in love even if they didn't realize that they were yet. Out of all the guys my sister dated, he was definitely my favorite.

"Oh! Fuck!" I shouted as I bumped into something hard and fell backwards, landing hard on my ass. A small shriek leaving my lips as I fell.

"Oh! I'm sorry." That voice… oh fuck that voice. I looked up to see a worried expression written all over his face. "I wasn't paying attention!" He stuck out his hand for me to grab and as I did so, a small blush graced my cheeks.

"O-oh, it's okay. I wasn't paying, um, I wasn't paying attention." I laughed nervously. A small smile and an expression of relief flooded his face.

"Neither was I. Sorry if I hurt you."

"Nah, it's all good." I said, my head looking down, hands behind my back, kicking an invisible pebble away. The two of us didn't say anything for a moment, just kinda… awkward? Yeah… awkward.

"Well, I should go. I'm meeting my team for training. Uh… see you." And he took off. I starred until he was no longer a speck in my sight of vision.

"That was so fucking painful, (y/n)." Temari groaned as she and Shikamaru walked over to me.

"Aug! I know! I just…. WHAT DO I DO?!" I Groaned, feeling so weird that I, a great sand ninja, can't even talk to the guy I like without sounding like a complete nerd.

"Just talk to him." Shikarmu said, his voice bored with a hint of "I'm so done with this shit" tone in his voice.

No one said anything after that, they knew I wouldn't talk to him. So, we continued on our merry way around the village. At the end of the day, Termaro decided she was going to stay at Shikamaru's place instead of the inn. With our goodbyes said, I headed towards the inn to silently cry to myself and maybe self pity eat more ramen. But as soon as the inn was in sight, I heard someone calling my name. Not just any voice though, his voice. That smooth, rough voice that could only be his.

I turned around and there he was, in all his handsome glory. Perfect hair, contagious grin, beautiful eyes… amazing body. "(Y/n)!" He breathed out heavily. "I… I need your help!" I smiled at him.

"Sure! What's the problem?" I asked, keeping the blush that threatened to invade my face at bay.

"You see, there's this girl. She is super smart and really fucking gorgeous and I was wondering…. Could you please tell me what you would think would be the best way to ask her out?" He spoke, a stupid smile on his face and a small blush also dusting his perfectly sculpted cheek bones. My heart dropped to my stomach. He didn't like me. I fucking knew it! But that didn't stop the tears slowly making their way to my eyes. I blinked and took a deep breath.

"Well," I began, "I always imagined a guy coming up to me, holding a single purple flower. He would be all nervous and shy about it. He would just smile and say he liked me and wanted to take me out." I spoke honestly. Yeah, a bit cheesy, but it's cute! Fight me! He nodded in response and smiled.

"Thank you so much!" With that he took off. I turned and hurriedly went to my room. I literally just told the guy I liked how to ask a girl he liked how to ask her out the way I dreamed he would ask me out.. I should've just given him my dream wedding plans while I was at it! I flopped on the bed and gave a loud groan. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should've just told him I liked him a while ago and MAYBE that would be me he was asking on a date.

I decided to get a shower, the long three day journey here and walking around all day left grimy and disgusting. I stripped off my clothes layer by sweaty layer and hopped in the shower. The water felt great running over my skin, I scrubbed away the dirt and washed my hair. I stepped out just in time to hear a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around me, thinking it was Temari forgetting something. I walked to the door and opened it, only to see HIM standing there, holding a small purple flower. My eyes widened and I think my heart stopped beating for a moment.

"K...Kakashi?!" I squealed. He didn't say anything, his only visible eye wide as he looked at me. I looked down, forgetting for a moment that I was only in a fucking towel. I quickly closed the door just enough to hide behind it. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my nerves at bay.

"What? Oh! Um.. well…" he just handed out the small purple flower towards me and I swear I would have fainted right then and there. "This is… um… well… um…." He stumbled over his words and I swear my face was a dark crimson. "Would you maybe wanna go out to eat tomorrow?" He asked looking away.

"Yes." I wasn't even sure if I spoke it or said it, I was so in shock this happened. Was I dreaming?

"Cool, well...bill see you tomorrow then!" He turned quickly and left before I got the chance to do anything else. I looked at the flower he gave me as I closed the door.

After so long, I finally got the chance to go out with Kakashi! Temari would be happy and Shikamaru would finally get the chance to say I told you so. Only one more problem to be handled….. Kankauro and Gaara.

#kakakshi #reader insert #sfw #cuteness #fluff fluff fluff #kakashi x reader

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goldenfawnwriting · 3 years

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Birds Of A Feather - Part 14 Hawks Fic

Summary: Finch has changed, for the better or for worse?

A/N: Just got a new laptop for my birthday and I’m absolutely in love with it, only thing- the keyboard lights turn off when they go inactive and my eyesight is awful so when I go to start typing again I often mess up lol. Fun times tho.

Warnings: Angst, violence, abuse by the commission.

It was late, Hawks was sitting up watching the news. That was when he got a call from an unknown number. Usually he wouldn’t answer to numbers he didn’t know, for fear of his phone number getting leaked but, for some reason a heavy feeling settled in his gut and he clicked answer quickly.

“H-Hawks?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Asami, Starlight.”

“Oh you’re Finch’s best friend right?”

“Ya actually, I was calling about Kore. I haven’t heard from her in awhile-”

“She’s been training for the commission. It’s been non-stop.”

There was a pause from the other side of the phone and then Asami continued.

“Well, is she doing alright? She doesn’t usually ignore me like this.”

“U-uh,”

He contemplated telling Asami with the hope that she could help but he also didn’t want to worry her and end up getting her hurt.

“Ya, she’s doing great actually, she’s even tried flying a little.”

Asami gasped and made a little excited squeak.

“That’s amazing!”

“Ya, I’m sure she’ll give you a call soon, she’s just been super busy and worn out with all the work so...”

He trailed off. He hoped to god she wouldn’t try and go visit her or call. He feared Finch may snap on her or worse, him.

“Ok, well, I’ll let you go, sorry for disturbing you, I just thought I didn’t want to bother her so I’d call you. Y’know, she was really upset when you stopped visiting her in the hospital.”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Ya I know... I just couldn’t get too close to her without the commission riding my ass about it. We talked it out though.”

They definitely hadn’t talked out all the harbored feelings with that situation but, he’d address that later.

“Ok, well, let her know I called! Thanks Hawks~”

“No problem!”

He replied before she hung up, letting his throw his phone down on the couch and run a hand down his face with a sigh. He’d never be able to get to sleep at this rate. All he’d been able to do was worry about Finch since the last time he’d seen her, a couple days ago. He turned off his TV, making a decision.

As he flew through the night sky he couldn’t help but wonder if he was making the right decision. Would he be making the situation worse? Stressing her out more? When he got to her window he paused, his wings flapping to keep him in place. He sighed, sliding it open and pulling himself inside the dark bedroom. Maybe he should’ve went through the balcony door, he thought, stepping into the room. He spotted her passed out in her bed, curled up tight in a ball. He left his eyes on her for a moment longer before letting out what he thought was a silent sigh but man was he wrong. Finch popped out of bed at the speed of light and was immediately coming at him before he could even realize what was happening.

“Finch, Finch, it’s me!”

He yelled, grabbing her to stop her. She struggled against him, throwing punch after punch, Hawks blocking each one before finally grabbing her by the arms and turning her around, pinning her down on the bed roughly.

“Kore, it’s me Keigo!”

She was panting hard, and then suddenly, it was like she was back to normal again.

“K-keigo?”

She croaked in a hoarse voice. He could tell she had been crying.

“Keigo, what’s h-happening to me?”

She whimpered. Hawks wanted to let her up again but was still worried that she’d try and attack him again.

“Dove, you’ve gotta calm down, then I’ll let you go and we can talk.”

He tried to say gently, he was still panting, trying to prepare himself for the next round, if she decided to attack him again.

“Keigo I don’t know what’s happening-”

Her voice broke off into a harsh sob and Hawks could feel his heart break for her. She was in so much pain, so much torment.

“Come on lovebird, I know you can do this, just breathe, we can fix this.”

It was like she was a mechanical warrior, like she was following a string of commands. Her wings finally relaxed, no long pushing against him and folding to her back. He sighed, finally trusting that she was calm again as her feathers smoothed down and her breathing evened. He let her up slowly, bracing himself for if he had to contain her again.

“Just go slow birdie, no quick moves.”

“Y-you don’t trust m-me?”

“You’ve gotta understand Finch, I’m in a whole new situation also.”

^^^

They sat on her couch, far away from eachother as Hawks questioned her.

“What was that about?”

“I don’t know, I just did it.”

“You just did it?”

“Yes- It’s like I couldn’t control myself...”

“What have they been doing to you?”

She paused.

“What do you mean?”

He ran a hand down his face. Maybe it was different for him to grow up learning this, they had more time to teach him things, so they didn’t have to rush, they could be a little more gentle with him but, for her they were trying to pump out a new hero as fast as they could. No time for her to absorb anything but being threatened with her life.

“What kind of training are you doing Finch?”

“T-they just put me in a room, everything is black, no lights or anything, they play really loud static noise and then they come.”

“They come?”

“People start to attack me. They take away my sight and hearing and then they start attacking me, I think it’s 3 different people but I’m not sure, sometimes it less, sometimes it’s more. Then I just have to.. I don’t know, survive? Sense them and react?”

He was silent.

“What else?”

“Am I going to get in trouble for telling you this? You can’t go to them, I’ll get in a lot of trouble-”

“What else Finch.”

He growled, his feathers puffing up.

“U-uh... They do it under water too... I get in a pool, they blindfold me, and then I fight someone. That’s always one on one, never more. Recently they’d been putting me through flight training. Fast paced obstacle courses and stuff like that. Fighting in the air.”

“Have they been giving you any breaks?”

“Not usually no. Not until they let me go home. They don’t tell me the time very often. They just bring in food sometimes and let me eat and rest.”

That’s why he hasn’t seen her barely any at work anymore. She’s been occupied fully. No breaks. That’s why she’s so paranoid, why she randomly attacked him earlier. She doesn’t know anything but danger. She hasn’t had any time to process this.

“Finch, you’ve gotta stop this, we’ve got to give you a break, you’re stressing yourself way too much-”

“I can’t take a break now Keigo. I’ll lose everything I’ve worked so hard for. I can’t give it up now, I definitely can’t go through all this over again.”

She looked so tired. So exhausted. Like she hadn’t seen peace in weeks. And he knew she hadn’t. The commission was ruthless. This was their best creation yet, and the poor girl just happened to get caught in the middle of their aspirations. He had done this. It was his fault, he brought it up to the commission, he had convinced her to go through with it.

“Finch, you’re gonna work yourself to death, this isn’t healthy. They need to cool it, you don’t have to be a hero tomorrow for god’s sake-”

“I want to be a hero as soon as possible. It’s my fault for not being better, they wouldn’t have to do this if I would just learn-”

“No Finch! That’s not how this is supposed to work! You’re not supposed to be some machine! You’re not a soldier that does whatever they want! There is no reason to be working so stupidly hard, you’re going to keel over at this rate.”

She didn’t reply, tears brimming her eyes. She couldn’t stop now, she was so close to her goal. She was so close to being exactly the way they wanted her to be.

Keigo ran a hand down his face and scooted closer, gingerly pulling her into his lap and hugging her tightly.

“Finch, babybird, we have to stop this, your heart is gonna give out with the stress.”

“I-I c-can’t!”

She sobbed, her face buried in his chest. He ran nimble fingers through her hair, the feeling relaxing her slightly. Her heart was beating so fast he was concerned. This couldn’t be good for her physical health, let alone her mental health.

“Lets get you back to bed dove, have you ate recently?”

She shook her head into his chest but when he went to stand her hands clenched around his jacket.

“P-pleas- d-don’t le-leave me..”

He didn’t reply at first, trying to figure out what her problem was.

“I k-keep having n-nightmares, p-please d-don’t leave me a-alone...”

She whimpered. A coo erupted from his throat before he could even process it, his wings fluffing up and enveloping her.

“You’re safe birdie, I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere. Lets get you something to eat and go to bed ok?”

He had no choice but to pick her up as he made his way into the kitchen area, setting her down on the counter and pulling her shaking hands off of him so he could get something for her to eat. He had to force himself to let go of her but he knew she needed something to eat desperately.

After eating some yogurt and granola he picked her back up, holding her tight to his body before he had an even better idea than going to her bedroom.

“Hey Kore? Wanna go to my place? I think you’ll have a better time sleeping there.”

And so he flew them back to his apartment, holding onto her tightly before laying her down onto his bed. He knew it would feel safer for her, it would smell like him. He laid down next to her after peeling his jacket off and she curled up into him, letting him pull her close as her breathing evened and she fell asleep.

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More Than Words (Thirty)

This chapter got waaaaay longer than I intended, which I feel like is a running theme with this fic lol love this softness with the boys!

MTW MASTERLIST HERE

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“Omega, can I ask you something?”

They were sitting cross legged in Peter’s bed, knee to knee and surrounded by no less than a dozen blankets and various articles of clothing. Peter hadn’t been able to resist giving into the urge to nest for his mate, to change what had previously been his into a place that was theirs and the end result was a cozy disaster of laundry and bedding that the Omega was oddly proud of.

The Alpha’s clothes from the day before were tucked onto Peter’s side of the bed and his sleep pants were woven through the blankets closer to where Wade slept. Pillows were fluffed high, quilts and comforters rolled into a wall of sorts, and Peter and Wade sat square in the middle stripped down to their briefs so each could touch and see and feel as much as they needed to know that this was all real.

Peter had ordered in food just like he promised and while Wade was having a hard time believing someone would cook, box, and deliver food right to their door from miles away, currently the Alpha had another more pressing question he absolutely had to ask.

“Ask me anything, Wade.” Peter had a flush in his cheeks from being held for so long, his eyes ringed hazy as he hovered at the edge of under, pulled towards bliss just by having his Alpha close by. He was gorgeous and soft and the Alpha was tempted to forget about the food and burrow into their nest together so his mate would really go under. It would be so easy to get Peter floating, and good lord did Wade miss it but honestly he had to ask a question that got more terrifying the longer put it off.

“Ask me.” the Omega prompted again, shoveling a forkful of noodles into his mouth. “What are you thinking about?”

“...what in the hell is this?” Wade tipped the box of food to show his mate the mess of noodles and various shredded vegetables. “Why is there tiny corn in here? And so many leaves? And this?” he held up a bright red piece. “What is this? No way this is food, not in this century and definitely not in the last one either.”

“That’s a red pepper, my mate.” Peter fought against a smile. “It’s vegetarian stir fry. Baby corn, peppers, mushrooms, carrots, all that sort of thing.”

“Uh-huh. And this right here?” The Alpha stabbed at a square and held it up to the light, eyeing it suspiciously. “What’s this?”

“Oh, that’s tofu.” Peter had to work to keep his voice steady. “I’ve pretty much gone back to vegetarian and tofu is like... it’s like fake meat. I think it’s technically cheese since it's made from soy milk, but it’s good. Try it.”

“Fake meat that’s maybe cheese?” Wade’s scent wrinkled in disbelief. “Is this revenge for trying to feed you bacon our first morning together?”

“Tofu isn’t revenge, Wade.” Peter popped a piece into his mouth. “It’s good, I promise. Try it.”

“I’m not eating cheese and weeds.” he said flatly, and Peter protested, “It’s not cheese and weeds! It’s tofu and vegetables!”

“I stand by what I said.” the Alpha raised non existent eyebrows pointedly. “Did you order me real food or will I have to go scavenging outside the house?”

“I ordered you real food.” Peter sighed and pulled another box from the delivery bag. “Here, it’s beef and chicken and rice. No crazy sauces, minimal weeds-- you should be fine.”

He took a bite and added, “By the way this isn’t a house, it’s an apartment. There’s two hundred other people that live here and if you go hunting you’ll end up snaring a pet rabbit and breaking some kids heart. Don’t do that. No scavenging outside the apartment.”

“Two hundred other people?” Wade almost choked over his next bite. “In one building? Why?!”

“This isn’t even that big of a building.” the Omega said wryly. “And we’re not all the way full. There’s only me and one other couple on this floor, and they’re clear down on the other end. It was sold a couple years ago but the new owner has to wait for a new zoning law to pass before he can tear it down and put bigger units in, so he’s just stopped renting new apartments out.”

“Two hundred people.” Wade repeated. “In this building.”

“Yeah, but like I said, there’s only two units on this floor. And it’s nice not having a bunch of neighbors with you here.” Peter scooped up some of his mate’s rice. “Don’t have to worry about people wondering about the Alpha scent or complaining that we’re being loud.”

“You plan on being loud with me, Pete?” the Alpha’s eyes flickered interested red and Peter set the food aside so he could lean in and cover Wade’s mouth in a long kiss, sucking at his bottom lip and sighing when the Alpha opened wide enough for Peter’s tongue to slip through for a few seconds.

“Mmm.” Peter sighed happily and licked at his own lips then teased, “Ooooh yummy, tofu. My favorite.”

“Why do you gotta ruin a kiss by mentioning fake meat at the end.” Wade shuddered and the Omega dissolved into giggles. “That’s just mean, Pete.”

“You don’t have to eat it.” Peter was still chuckling as he gave his mate another peck on the lips. “I ordered it for myself, I just wanted to see how long it would take you to complain about it!”

Wade would never get tired of hearing his mate laugh, even if it was at his expense, even if it was about fake meat, so he bared his fangs and grumbled and threatened to put bacon on everything Peter ever ate and once the Omega was laughing out loud, it was Wade’s turn to come close for a kiss.

He wasn’t as soft as Peter, the kiss not as chaste. The Alpha slid rough palms up Peter’s bare thighs, hooked his fingers into the waistband of his mate’s briefs and then shoved beneath the thin fabric to knead at the perfect curve of Peter’s ass. The Omega shuddered into the kiss, mewled into Wade’s mouth and opened sweetly obediently when his mate rumbled against him.

“Mmmm my mate.” Whatever was left of the food was forgotten when Wade sat back and made room for the Omega on his lap, and Peter wrapped long legs around Wade’s waist so he could tuck his his nose into the Alpha’s shoulder and throat. “Hold me for a little bit?”

“I’ve got you.” Wade scraped his fangs over the tender spot behind Peter’s ear, nosed through the longish hair until he could kiss at Peter’s pulse. “My mate. I’ve got you. Hold you for as long as you want.”

“Get comfortable then.” the Omega’s knees tightened at Wade’s hips, his arms set secure around Wade’s neck. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Nope.” Wade was hard beneath his mate, throbbing against every shift of Peter’s weight and he swallowed back a hungry groan when he felt the slender Omega cock twitch at his stomach. It would have been so easy to coax Peter into the pillows and spread the lean thighs wide so he could lose himself in the drugging taste and feel of his mate’s sweetest places, but right now it just didn’t seem important.

Having Peter panting beneath him and begging for more would be perfect, watching his mate come apart on his fingers and his knot would be incredible, scenting lavender and honeysuckle turned syrupy sweet and hazy with bliss would be sheer heaven--

--but keeping his mate close and letting their hearts beat as one was perfect too. Feeling the puff of Peter’s breath against his skin was incredible too. And heaven was listening to the way his Omega purred in contentment as their bodies calmed and they could just hold each other.

It was enough.

“I love you.” Peter murmured into his ear, and gave the tiniest nip of teeth at Wade’s ear lobe. “Alpha my Alpha. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Wade murmured back, and this right here, these moments like this where laughter turned to gentle cuddles and heartfelt contentment, this was Wade’s absolute favorite thing in the world.

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Or maybe it was late nights that were Wade’s favorite, times when he woke up and the world was still and dark and he could feel the weight of his Omega in his arms. Peter always slept curled up on his chest now, never off to the side, never spooned up with his butt tucked to Wade’s hips and back set snuggly against the Alpha’s frame.

“I need to feel your heartbeat” he admitted one night as they got ready for bed. “Not like I needed to after the lion, I’m not worried you’re not here, I’m just--”

Peter paused part way through changing into a pair of sleep boxers. “--I’m just happy you’re here.” he finished. “And waking up and feeling your heartbeat means that I don’t even have a second where I think maybe it wasn’t real or that I forget you’re here. I hear it as I fall asleep and when I dream and when I wake up and it’s good. It’s just good.”

And then hesitantly and maybe even a little shy, “Sorry if it’s not real comfortable for all my weight to be on top of you. We only slept like this a few times before but now it’s the only way I want to sleep.”

“Stop.” Wade swooped in with a kiss for his mate, partly to erase the hesitancy in Peter’s motions, mostly just because he could. “My Omega, stop that. I will always want you sleepin’ on top of me. Sleep like this for the rest of our life.”

“Yeah?” Peter’s lavender scent brightened in gratitude.” You’re sure?”

“Sure I’m sure.” The next kiss was damn near lecherous, Wade’s big hands sliding from Peter’s hair to palm low over his rear. “Cos I always need to feel your butt--”

“Wade!”

“--y’know, not like I needed to after the lion--”

“Oh my god.”

“--but just because I’m happy you’re here and waking up and feeling your butt means--”

“Alpha, I swear--”

“--that I don’t even have a second where I think maybe it wasn’t real.” The Alpha oophed when Peter jabbed at his side. “Ouch! Damn it, Omega. I’m trying to be romantic here!”

“Yeah, you’re so romantic I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick and throw up.” Peter retorted, then screeched when Wade grabbed both his wrists in one giant hand and tried to tickle him with the other. “Alpha! No! This isn’t funny! I was --eek!-- I was being sweet and you are-- damn it, stop!-- Wade--!”

The conversation derailed when the Alpha simply tossed the Omega onto their bed and clambered up after him, wrestling Peter over and up onto his lap, bear hugging the little frame as tight as he could while his mate fussed and kicked and generally failed to move an inch.

“Damn you and your muscles.” the Omega finally huffed, giving up the struggle and only grumbling a little bit when Wade’s hands found their place on his rear. “If I hadn’t missed being manhandled so much I’d be irritated with you right now.”

“You miss being manhandled, my mate?” Wade asked lazily, rubbing his thumbs into the vee of his mate’s hips and thoroughly enjoying the way Peter shifted forward into the touch even while he was pouting. “Gonna trip over that bottom lip if it sticks out any further, brat.”

“I miss you sorta just throwing me on the bed.” Peter admitted quietly, and then more irritated, “I’m not a brat!”

“You’re a brat and I love you for it.” The Alpha leaned up to kiss the offending bottom lip then lay back in the pillows and coaxed his mate down over his heart. “You miss being thrown on the bed?”

“You’re just careful with me, now.” A tremor ran through the Omega’s lean frame as he got a noseful of pure mate scent, and Peter settled over his Alpha with a pleased little noise. “You’re careful like you were when I was sick. You treat me like you think I’ll break and I don’t hate it, but I do sorta miss how you treated me before.”

“How’d I treat you before, Pete?” Wade tugged gently at his Omega’s hair and slid his fingers down to track over the indents from his fangs, smiling when Peter went automatically to feel along his lion scars. “I laughed at you for eating weeds, I teased you about blushing and told me you should wear my clothes. Called you mine and called you mate and got growly with you every chance I got. How’s that different from what I do now?”

“After I got sick it was-- .” The Omega pillowed his chin on Wade’s chest and thought for a minute. “--it was different. S’like you suddenly realized I wasn’t going to heal like you did, and you started being more careful with me. Before, all you cared about was being close to me and our kisses and whatever that day’s version of enough was. After I got sick you were careful with me, and you’re being careful with me now.”

“It’s cos I thought I was going to lose you.” The Alpha said roughly, grip tightening at Peter’s shoulders. “I’d been so caught up in havin’ a mate again that I forgot I could lose you and it scared me. You never got better after being sick and then you were just gone and yeah-- yeah, I guess I feel like I should be careful with you. You’re my whole world, Pete. Don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”

“I love you very much.” Peter rubbed his cheek over his mate’s heart, spreading the sweet lavender scent until it mingled into the cedar and licorice. “But you don’t have to be careful with me, my mate. I’m not going to break.”

“You feel like it.” Wade felt gingerly over Peter’s rips and down to his hips. “You feel fragile, baby boy. Tiny. You’ve never been real big but now you’ve been sick and not eating and all lonely and worried and--”

“--and now that you’re back with me, those things will change.” the Omega covered Wade’s mouth his hand and nipped lightly at his mate’s throat. “Because I’m happy and whole and in bed with my mostly naked Alpha. So things will get better. I’ll eat again and I won’t be lonely anymore and if I do get sick, you’ll be here to nurse me back to health, right?”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Wade couldn’t resist flipping them in the bed, moving a hair too fast and just a bit too rough so the Omega wheezed in surprise when he was suddenly spread out on the blankets, the Alpha’s frame resting heavy between his legs. “M’always gonna be here to nurse you back to health. To make sure you eat and to make sure you aren’t ever lonely. Not again. I’m not leaving you again.”

“Alpha my Alpha.” Peter stretched his lean frame out to show off for his mate, arched his back and let his knees fall open, turned his head to bare his neck and mewled in pleasure when the Alpha immediately licked and nuzzled at his bonding spot. “I’m never leaving you again, either.”

And that right there, simple words and a soul’s worth of promise, that was Wade’s favorite thing.

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No. No wait, maybe it was Wade’s favorite thing when Peter shoved him down onto the couch and then crawled in to his lap to read through the list of questions the Alpha had written down. Peter was always so willing to answer everything, even the weird questions, even the unnecessary questions and he never once made Wade feel ridiculous for wanting to know.

“I get it.” Peter crossed out the latest question- why do so many people live in apartments instead of in their own house?-- and tapped his pencil at the next one. “But to be real honest, it never occurred to me that living in an apartment would be seen as weird. My Auntie’s house is a real house but it’s right up against the neighbors and her yard is basically a postage stamp. Apartments are the same thing without all the owner-maintenance.”

“So it’s less money to live like this, with people everywhere and sharing walls and having to get your mail in a row of boxes with everyone else? No privacy and people can see you all the time?” Wade didn’t mean to sound cross, and the Omega squeezed at his arm sympathetically. A little girl visiting the other couple on their floor had seen Wade in the hall, pointed and stared and screamed at her mommy that ‘the man was scary’ and Wade-- well he hadn’t growled but he’d shut the door abruptly and closed his eyes tight for several minutes.

Peter had pressed against him and told the Alpha how gorgeous he was over and over but the Omega’s sweet words only lessened the sting a little bit and now every time there were voices on the landing outside Peter’s door, Wade flinched.

“It’s not less money to live like this.” the Omega said quietly, squeezing at Wade’s hand comfortingly. “Not in the long run anyway, but owning a house means moving out of the city where most people work, it means a huge down payment--”

Wade raised his eyebrows and Peter corrected, “- you know, like earnest money? Have to pay for a piece of the house up front before the bank will loan you the rest. And then it’s thirty years of your life paying every month just to have a roof over your head and if you miss a couple payments, they can take it away from you.”

“Someone would take your house away from you?”

“Even if you’ve lived there your whole life.” Peter confirmed. “A mortgage is almost always cheaper than rent and you’re working towards owning the place outright one day, but most people never actually own their home.”

“That’s depressing.”

“And it’s why most of us, especially people without families, live in apartments.” Peter didn’t comment on his Alpha’s annoyed grunt and moved on to the next question. “When me and my friends talk about the park, I mean Central Park. It’s where we used to meet up all the time when we went to colleges all over the state. It was always Central Park, always at this one carousel they tore down a few years again. You saw that text from Gwen, the one about grabbing lunch and walking through the park? That’s what she was talking about.”

Another check at the list and Peter smiled, “A text is like a letter that gets sent instantly. Do you really want me to explain cell phones to you?”

“No.” Wade slouched into the couch and splayed his fingers wide across Peter’s stomach, holding his mate comfortably. “No, I just didn’t know if a text was different than an-- an email. Is it different?”

“Ummmm….” The Omega chewed at the inside of his cheek for a minute. “Yes? But not really. Not in a way that matters. They are both just super fast mail. I’ll do all the emailing and texting for us, my Alpha. You won’t have to worry about it.”

“Yeah?” Wade started to frown, but it turned into a reluctant smile when his mate promptly kissed his downturned lips. “You’re gonna be okay to do all that sort of stuff forever for me? Seems like a lot of work.”

“You slept on the floor for a month when I came to Haven.” Peter kissed him again, lingering over it until Wade shifted forward to deepen the embrace for a moment. “You stayed there with only a few blankets until our enough changed to needing to hold each other at night.”

“Well yeah, but--”

“You chopped enough wood to make sure I was always warm.” the Omega bit sharply at his mates jawline and then softer at his ear. “You bought extra blankets and household things, you cooked all our meals for ages because I burned food just by looking at it.”

“Pete--”

“You did everything for me.” Peter said firmly. “There isn’t anything I could do in my timeline that is half as comparable to what you did in Haven. You kept me alive Wade, I would have died without you. And I don’t mean from being sick or getting eaten by something. I mean I would have starved because regardless of what you think, I don’t actually eat weeds and despite how much I loved Bea and Arthur, I screamed when I saw a squirrel by the outhouse one time. I was hopeless and you saved me.”

The Alpha nearly fell apart laughing thinking of his mate screaming over a squirrel and Peter scrunched his nose teasingly to finish, “Alpha my Alpha, me being in charge of ordering food in or talking on the phone or paying our bills or whatever-- that isn’t anything. And even if I do all those things, you’re still taking care of me in a thousand other ways that I won’t ever come close to making up for.”

“Being with you isn’t work.” he waited until Wade kissed him back and then purred gently. “Taking care of the things I understand so you aren’t stressed out isn’t work. Was it work when you looked out for me in Haven?”

“So much work.” Wade deadpanned. “I’ll take my payment in kisses, though.”

“Well count it up.” the Omega whispered. “I’m ready to stay paying for it when you are.”

Yeah, this was Wade’s favorite. When question time turned into reminiscing and Peter’s eyes glowed in open affection talking about their cabin and their animals and their nights together.

This was Wade’s favorite, but a close second was when he asked a particularly good question-- “What’s a Sasquatch and why do you have a whole book about it?-- and Peter launched into an animated discussion about it. He had spreadsheets and posters, a pointer to reach places on a taped together map on the wall, example after example of stories and every sentence was punctuated with “Oh! And then THIS happened!” and “Oh but wait, my mate wait until you hear THIS!”

Peter’s hair seemed to get fluffier the wilder he talked, dark eyes sparkling and arms waving in excitement and the question-answer time only lasted a few minutes because Wade couldn’t resist tackling his Omega into a hug when Peter looked so vibrant.

It wasn’t that the information wasn’t interesting-- of course Wade wanted to know about additional Havens spread across the world, and of course his scent darkened in mourning when Peter hesitated to talk about the second World War and what had been done to their community, and of course he was grateful to Cable for giving his mate so much information knowing it would help ease the ache of missing Wade.

It wasn’t that the information wasn’t interesting, it was that Peter was irresistible with a flush in his cheeks and showing off a near genius mind and bubbling over with excitement until his honeysuckle scent felt like sunshine with every inhale the Alpha took.

“Oh my god!” Peter popped up from one of their hugs to ask, “Do you think the time travel worked with me because male Omega’s carry the mutant gene? Cable really thought the journey would end me, but other than missing you, I physically recovered after a few weeks and he seemed to think it would take longer. Do you think traveling back to meet you and then coming here again worked because of a dormant mutant gene?”

“I think it worked cos you’re meant to be mine, Pete.” the Alpha smoothed Peter’s hair off his forehead affectionately. “That’s why it worked.”

“Yeah.” the Omega relaxed back into his arms. “Yeah, you’re right. No other explanation needed.”

--and then after a minute, “But what if--!”

--and Peter was gone again, picking up books and doing that thing on his phone where a whole lotta information showed up on the tiny screen in a whole bunch of terms Wade could never hope to understand.

But he didn’t fuss about the abrupt end to their hug, nor did he demand Peter put the book down and come back and cuddle him.

No, this was his favorite. Peter with a thousand questions and all the answers he wanted, and the way he smiled up at Wade in between each breath.

Perfect.

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“Wade?” Peter put a few gallons of milk in the fridge and called for his Alpha as he set the rest of the groceries on the counter and locked the door. “I’m home, Alpha! Where are you?”

It had been week and a half since Wade had shown up in his apartment, and it had been so easy to fall back into their old patterns together. Touching and kissing and holding each other, sharing thoughts instead of keeping up a desperate, lonely internal monologue, waking up to a home that smelled like them-- it was all the same.

In some ways it felt like they had never been apart. The teasing and the snark hadn’t changed, Wade’s eyes still flickered red when he wanted, their kisses grew sharp even though their hands didn’t wander too low, Peter still purred and blushed every time his mate called him beautiful. They fit together seamlessly, hand to hand and heart to heart and the Omega’s life opened up to include his mate without even trying, three months alone disappearing in the happiness that was going to be forever together.

It wasn’t all easy of course. Some days Peter could see the way his Alpha struggled, how the sound of traffic spiked fear in his mate’s scent, how technology made him growl in suspicion and strangers voices in the hall were always too close for comfort. Wade never complained but the Omega knew he hated the idea of living in a box with a bunch of people, that the bright light bulbs made his eyes hurt and that the bottle of blockers and suppressants he had yet to take scared the hell out of him.

Wade struggled but he never ever complained and Peter tried to keep ahead of anything that might make it all worse. He opened all the blinds so they didn’t need to turn on lights until well into the evening, opened the windows once traffic died down so Wade could breathe fresh air. He didn’t wear his suppressants inside and sprayed scent neutralizers in the hall outside so the neighbors wouldn’t complain about the flux of hormones in the air. Food was delivered so they didn’t have to risk a grocery store or restaurant and Peter kept music off so the awkward beats and warbling tones wouldn’t grate his Alpha’s ears.

They were fine. They were figuring it out and it was fine. All these little adjustments were well worth having his mate back by his side and Peter was prepared to change his entire life if it meant Wade would be settled and happy in this timeline.

They were fine.

Today Peter left the apartment only because they were running out of the bare essentials in the house. Toilet paper, dish soap, toothpaste were bought at the corner store down the way along with some mandatory groceries, some looser fit comfortable clothes for his mate and an extra set of sheets. The Omega stopped to pick up aloe lotion at the health food store across the street, ducked into a flower shop to get some wildflowers to brighten up their living room and maybe make his mate smile, and then he hustled it all up the stairs to their apartment as fast as he could.

Being away from Wade for just an hour had made Peter itchy and nervous, anxious skittering under his skin and leaving him jumpy. He couldn’t wait to dump everything on the counter and jump into his Alpha’s arms, maybe even shove Wade down into the bed and get his fingers and mouth all over every single one of the scars he knew by heart. Ten days they’d been back together and they’d yet to move past kissing and Peter was starting to feel that familiar clench in his core, the little bit of parched at the back of his throat that was need and hunger and want mine want.

“Alpha!” he called again, sharper this time as arousal rolled at the edges of his scent. An hour apart was all it took to make him horny apparently, and the Omega pulled at his shirt and undid the button at his pants as he headed for the bedroom. “My mate? Where are you? I think it’s high time you and I--”

Peter stopped when he passed the bathroom door and saw his Alpha sitting on the toilet seat, a towel around his hips and his face in his hands.

“Wade?” the Omega switched gears from horny to concerned and went right into the bathroom. “Hey, hey what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Pete.” Wade didn’t look up, his shoulders slumping. “Hey, I uh-- I broke your shower.”

“You what?” Peter frowned when he heard the shower running and twitched the curtain aside to see what the problem was. “What do you mean you broke my shower? How is that even possible?”

“The small piece fell right off the big piece.” Wade sounded thoroughly embarrassed, cheeks red between his fingers and frame folded in small like he was afraid he’d inadvertently break something else. “I was trying to adjust it cos it was too short for me and it fell apart. I must have pulled it too hard or some thing. M’real sorry, Pete.”

“It fell apart?” Peter shut off the water and picked up the pieces of his shower head, turning it over a few times to check for anything broken. “Oh no, Alpha you didn’t break it. This piece comes out of the other one, see? It’s a two-in one, the first piece is mounted and this piece with the hose comes loose.”

He held it up to show his mate. “It comes off so you can spray your back or whatever. It has a massage function and everything. You didn’t break it, it just slipped from its holder.”

“...I didn’t break it?” the Alpha asked and Peter clicked his tongue comfortingly. “Shit Pete. I thought I snapped it right in two.”

“I love your muscles and I’m sure you could snap a shower head right off without trying.” Peter grinned a little and fit the shower back together before flipping the water back on and over to hot. “But no, you didn’t break it. Why were you so worried? Even if you did break it, it’s only a couple hundred bucks to replace. Not a problem.”

“Not a problem.” Wade echoed, and if possible, he sounded even more miserable. “Right.”

“What’s wrong?” Peter closed the shower curtain again and moved to stand between his Alpha’s knees, hugging his arms around Wade’s shoulders. “Why are you so upset about it? It’s nothing, babe. I wouldn’t have been mad.”

“It’s just uh--” Wade pushed his forehead into Peter’s sternum and sighed. “It’s just another thing I don’t understand, my mate. Somethin’ else about this world I can’t seem’ta handle. Thought I’d clean up while you were gone so we could cuddle up on the couch when you got home but damn, I can’t even figure out a shower.”

“Wade.” The Omega hesitated. “No, that’s-- I mean, you had no way to know it came in pieces like that. We’ve never used it that way and I’ve never shown you and it's--” his frown deepened. “It’s only been a week and a half since you got here, what do you mean, it’s something else you can’t handle? You’re handling all this just fine.”

“Am I?” Wade challenged, but there was no heat in the words just a sort of despair that muted his scent to gray. “Cos I woke up last night and you were up usin’ the bathroom and I panicked cos I didn’t know where I was without you there. And that neighbor kid walked by earlier and shouted all loud that this was where the monster lived. And damn it, Pete I haven’t recognized a single thing we’ve eaten yet except steak and your phone rang yesterday and scared me half to death. And now I thought I broke your shower only to find out it’s some sort of fancy thing I would never think to put together. Sure don’t feel like I’m handling anything, it feels like this time line has turned me into a goddamn coward. Jumping at noises and waking up confused and--”

“Stop.” Peter clutched at his mate tight. “Wade, stop. It’s okay. We’re going to figure it out.”

“Was it this hard for you?” All the tension bled from the Alpha’s body as he leaned wearily into Peter’s frame. “Was learning to live with me this awful? Milking the goat and eating different and the chores-- did it make you feel all hopeless too?”

“No.” Peter shook his head adamantly and tried his hardest not to tear up and make the moment worse. “No, my mate. It wasn’t awful and it never felt hopeless. You made it so easy for me all the time and I never worried about anything. Is um--” he swallowed hard. “Is this too difficult? Am I making this too hard on you?”

“You’re the only thing about this that isn’t difficult.” Wade mumbled into his shirt. “Jus’ you. Nothing else about this makes sense.”

“...I’m sorry, Alpha.”

“Been here almost two weeks and I don’t even know everything about your apartment.” the Alpha continued woodenly. “How th’ hell am I gonna function outside of here? Don’t wanna take the suppressants and blockers cos not being able to scent you makes me feel half dead, but I got to take them if I ever want to walk around with you out there. All the noise from the cars makes my head hurt and the traffic smoke makes me sick but you say it's a normal part of life.”

“Yeah.” Peter smoothed a kiss onto Wade’s brow. “Yeah it is, and I never noticed how awful it was until I saw how it affected you.”

“Nobody’s got fangs.” Wade whispered. “All the Alpha’s I see on the TV are all pretty and smooth and lookin’ like Betas and I don’t look like that. In Haven I wasn’t even the weirdest mutant walking the street but here, I might be the only mutant and I’m certainly the ugliest and--”

“No, my mate. You aren’t ugly--”

“You’ve got a stack of movies over there on the bookshelf and all the bad guys look just like me.” Wade didn’t sound angry but he sounded hurt clear through to his core and guilt ran sharp through the Omega’s heart. “They all look like me, Pete.”

“Oh my love.” Peter crumpled into his mate’s arms a little bit. “All that research Cable gave me, I thought maybe the old stories of monsters were really stories of mutants. I was looking for some that talked about immortal men and scars and--”

“--and monsters.” Wade finished dully. “Find any that looked like me?”

“You know I think you’re gorgeous.” Peter crouched down in front of his mate and put both hands on Wade’s cheeks. “Mate, I think you are gorgeous. You are beautiful to me.”

“I believe you.” the Alpha said honestly. “I know you don’t think I’m ugly, Pete. But everyone else does. Every person outside these four walls does. You really want to get stared at all the time cos your mate has fangs and ruined skin? How long before that gets old? What will your friends say or your Auntie? What about when you want to go places and have fun and people scream when they see me or can smell the stink of mutant on me and try to hurt us?”

Something awful settled low in Peter’s stomach as he realized his mate was feeling far worse than he’d thought, that Wade was struggling way more than he’d been letting on. The Alpha was miserable and Peter couldn't believe he hadn’t noticed, Wade was suffering thinking about all this sort of thing when all Peter had thought about was how happy May would be to know he’d found a mate and how jealous Gwen would be of Wade’s fangs and the way MJ would absolutely swoon over Wade’s muscles.

“I’m sorry.” he said after a long minute. “My mate, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about the movies and the monsters and I knew you were having a hard time with the noise and lights and all that but I didn’t know how bad it was.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care what other people think, Wade. I don’t care what they think they know about us or about who we are and how we love. Sure, people will stare but it won’t bother me. And yeah, you have fangs and I love that and will be furious if you get them filed down or capped.”

Sadness filtered into the cedar scent and Peter trilled in response, “Alpha, I know you hate the suppressants and blockers but we don’t have to wear them together, only the few times when we are out. And the best part about not scenting me is that no one else can scent me either.”

Wade snorted and the Omega persisted, “No listen. My scent will be muted to you, but think about it. No one has ever scented me pure before, not even in heat because even then I’m on birth control and other pills to make it easier. You, my Alpha. You are the only person in the entire world in any time line who knows how I scent. Just you. That knowledge of me belongs to you and no one else has ever had it, or will ever have it. I’m yours my mate, even my scent. Yours.”

The Alpha relaxed a little bit and Peter continued, “And once we’re home again and the suppressants wear off, everything will be normal. It’s like wearing clothes for us. An extra layer so no one sees me. You don’t want me running around naked outside our apartment, why would you want everyone to know what I scent like?”

“...I don’t.” Wade ground out. “You’re mine, Omega.”

“I’m yours.” Peter repeated. “And you’re mine. I know every inch of you, have every scar memorized and know why they are there and what they mean and no one else will ever know that. No one else will ever know how your scent gets all heavy when you want me or the way it warms when you laugh or how safe I am wrapped in blankets that scent like us.”

“It didn’t occur to me that you were feeling self conscious.” the Omega admitted after a pause. “You never made me feel self conscious about being human or being out of place in Haven but this time line is awful compared to Haven. What happened to mutants and how they’ve settled Alphas-- it’s all terrible and I keep focusing on stupid things like how you’ll probably like Elvis or whether or not you think sushi is good. I’m forgetting that my normal is so far removed from your normal that this is a totally different world.”

And then even softer, “You made me so safe in Haven I never worried for a single minute, and I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel just as safe here in New York with me. I’m sorry, my Alpha.”

“You got nothing to be sorry for.” the Alpha said gruffly. “Not your fault I don’t fit into your world.”

Peter inched closer, put his mouth to his mate’s ear and whispered, “You don’t fit into my world, Alpha. You aren’t part of my world.”

Wade cringed and Peter held him tighter. “You are my entire world, my mate. Everything about my day revolves around you. I only want to wake up so I can see you smile, I only want to fall asleep so you can hold me.”

“Pete--”

“Wade.” Peter scraped his teeth down the Alpha’s neck and hummed over the answering shudder. “I was waiting my entire life to know your scent and I didn’t even realize I was waiting until I met you. You are my whole world whether we are from the same time or not, whether you ever adjust to living here or not. All that matters is that you are here, and that you want to stay with me.”

Cautiously, with tears bright at the corner of his eyes. “Do you want to stay with me, Alpha?”

“I never wanna be away from you again, my mate.” Wade answered hoarsely and finally Peter smiled, finally he leaned in to press their lips together and wipe away the wetness at his Alpha’s cheek. “That’s-- that’s what I told you after the lion. You’re my whole world no matter what.”

“No matter what.” Peter confirmed. “I remember that day like it was yesterday, and I know it's been a long time and sort of an insane amount of years since then but I remember it. The only thing that matters is that you want to stay with me, that we want to be together.”

The side of his mouth turned up in a half smile. “The rest is details, Alpha. Just details. Like root cellars and how to milk a goat and how to chop decent kindling. TV’s and traffic and suppressants and Elvis-- details. We’re gonna be just fine so long as we’re together, right?”

Wade nodded and Peter pressed, “Right?”

“Right.” the Alpha nodded again, and opened his hand wide to spread it over Peter’s heart. “Can you feel me, my mate?”

“I can feel you.” Peter let his purr vibrate through his chest and out between his lips as he lay his fingers over his Alpha’s chest. “I can feel you, Alpha. Right here.”

They stayed there for a long time, long enough for Peter’s knees to start aching from kneeling on the bathroom floor, long enough that the shower ran out of hot water and the steam started to dissipate.

“We’ll give it a little bit and then take a shower together.” Peter decided when Wade lifted him up off the floor and onto his lap. “But you should stay in this towel. I’m loving the terry cloth look.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’ve had a few times of really loving you in a towel too.” the bite Wade left at Peter’s throat wasn’t sharp enough to break skin but the Omega still shivered in pleasure and leaned harder in to it. “Thank you, Pete.”

“For what?”

“For talking me down.” Wade settled the Omega more firmly onto his thighs and rumbled in contentment when Peter wriggled in to fit even tighter. “For not calling me crazy. For not-- for not laughing at me.”

“I’d never laugh at you for this, Alpha.” Peter said seriously, and then less seriously, “Not like when you laughed at me for not knowing about the root cellar. That was mean, and I’m not mean like you.”

“Okay but you’d lived in the one room cabin for a month and didn’t know there was a root cellar!” Wade practically cackled at Peter’s pout. “Your eyes got all big and you were so shocked! That is not the same as me not knowing your fancy shower falls apart on purpose after a week!”

“Wade!”

“It’s not the same at all, I stand by my laughter!”

“Okay well just for that, when the water gets hot again you have to wash my back.” Peter snapped his teeth together on Wade’s earlobe hard enough to make the Alpha shriek in surprise. “Obnoxious Alpha.”

“Bratty mate.” Wade popped his fangs playfully and Peter scowled. “What a punishment, having to wash your back. Oh no, I have to get my mate soapy and slick and wet? The horror.”

“Keep it up.” Peter tried his hardest to still sound cross. “I’ll make you touch my butt too.”

The Alpha’s laughter rang through the apartment, erasing any of the sadness and uncertainty that had lingered so thick moments before.

They were going to be just fine. They were together, and everything else-- everything else was just details.

***************

Two weeks turned into three, and life got easier.

Wade learned to appreciate the two in one shower head when he could disconnect it and use the smaller piece to thoroughly soak his mate’s hair and run shampoo through the curling strands. He loved it longer around the Omega’s ears and down almost to Peter’s shoulders and with the mounted shower head still pouring water on his back, Wade could use the second piece to wash and rinse Peter’s hair over and over until it was shiny and tangle free.

Peter glowed a little more every day, his laugh a little more natural and his scent edging sweeter every single morning until the room nearly burst with lavender and honeysuckle if the Omega so much as smiled. Wade branched out to try and eat more food so Peter ate right alongside him and by the end of the third week the Omega wasn’t quite so bony, his ribs not so pronounced and his tummy softer when the Alpha mouthed kisses into his navel.

Some days they sat online-- whatever the hell that was-- and read dozens of reviews about different lotions and creams that might take the uncomfortable away from Wade’s skin, they shopped for clothing made specifically for people with intense allergies or trauma from burns and the Alpha managed to find a few pieces he felt like he could wear without feeling self conscious.

Wade wouldn’t understand why patterned cloth was such a big deal and he certainly didn’t understand or agree with the current make up trends. Peter scrolled through picture after picture on his phone one night, showing his mate the latest make up ‘fails’ and while the Omega screeched in laughter, the Alpha was only horrified by the outrageous colors and the sheer amount of plucking people did to their faces and bodies in general.

Their days were lazy and Wade loved the time to just be, to relearn his mate’s body in languid touches and slow hours, to keep that simmer of arousal burning in Peter’s scent and sparking red in his own eyes. Time and time again need flared but it always dampened by the overwhelming relief of simply being together, and time and time again Peter’s fingers shied away from the Alpha’s length the same way Wade’s touched stayed a distance from the Omega’s entrance.

They had time for all that later, they had time to be fit back together in that particular way at some later date, but right now the bonded pair had three months of fitting together in all the other ways to make up for.

Sex could wait. It was enough to kiss and to hold, to bite sharply and purr sweetly, to fall asleep in each others arms and dream safe and sound, then wake up to another day at each others side.

It was enough, for now.

Some nights they went out at midnight to walk and Peter took Wade all around the neighborhood, through the park and out where the trains ran. Nobody dared bother an Alpha and Omega couple out at night, not when the Alpha was massive and dangerous, not when the Omega wound so close to his mate there was no hope of separating them anyway. Wade took his suppressants but not blockers so he could practice reading the muted scents of people they met along the way, and Peter didn’t take anything so he could be fully in tune to his mate and so his scent was unfiltered in Wade’s nose.

They counted the few stars visible above the city skyline, Peter pointed out darkened buildings-- “I worked there for a few months. This place has those sandwiches you like, we can go for breakfast one day if you want. Gwen used to live there until we found out her landlord was a douche. That building there is Oscorp, Harry’s dad owns it.” and talked excitedly about all the places he wanted to take the Alpha.

Wade followed and listened and tried hard to map this part of the city so he’d know his way around in the daylight in case Peter ever wanted to go out on a date or to meet his friends. It was easy enough at night, and eventually the Alpha quit feeling like he’d suffocate from the pressure of it all, from the size of the city and the amount of people living all around them.

“Doing okay?” Peter asked one night when Wade stopped to look up and up at an apartment building. “Don’t think too long about all the people in there, it will drive you crazy.”

“I’m okay.” Wade said slowly, honestly. “Not so much freaked out as I am curious. Lots to know about this timeline.”

“There sure is.” Peter’s smile was brighter than the moon as he stood on his toes to kiss his mate. “Get a notebook, Alpha. You’re gonna need it.”

***********

A solid month in, thirty days after Wade had so abruptly appeared in Peter’s life and a few weeks after the Alpha had broken down in the bathroom, a knock came on the apartment door and both Alpha and Omega stopped mid way through their dinner and exchanged a mystified look.

“...one of your friends?” Wade asked but Peter denied, “I’ve been texting them and Auntie every day to check in, but I was pretty adamant they don’t come to visit.”

The Alpha raised his eyebrows so the Omega clarified, “This is our time, my mate. Our home. I’m not ready for it to scent like anyone else. I don’t want anyone intruding. I didn’t like other people in the cabin, I don’t like other people here.”

Wade leaned over and kissed his mate soft and slow and grateful, then pushed back from the table to go get the door himself. No matter who it was, if Peter didn’t want anyone inside, no one was getting inside and since most people would turn tail and run screaming when they saw him…

“Oh holy shit.” the Alpha’s jaw dropped when he opened the door and saw the visitors. “What are you doing here?”

“Checkin’ to make sure you’re still here.” Logan stood on the other side, his mate just behind his shoulder, a grin stretching both their faces. “Cable told us to give it a few weeks then come to this address to check and see if you two were alright. If you weren’t around, we were sposed to make sure your Omega was alright with out you.”

“You came to check on me?” Wade’s lip curled up in a faux sneer. “Seems real house-Omega of you. The Logan I knew wouldn’t follow an Alpha’s orders to check in on a friend.”

“You’re not my friend.” The Omega snarled right back, predictable and teasing and not near as vicious when it was said from behind a smile. “Call me a house Omega again and I’ll skewer you.”

“I’m quaking in my boots.” Wade stayed planted in the doorway and called over his shoulder for his mate. “Pete! Come see who it is.”

“Not gonna invite us in?” Clint protested. “Seems rude since I hadta climb a billion stairs to get to this place. Does your mate not believe in elevators? Let me in, I gotta rest my feet!”

“My Omega doesn’t want anyone in the place but us.” The other Alpha maintained. “So stay put or get out.”

“So charming.” Logan snorted, but he straightened up when he caught a glimpse of Peter. “Omega. How are you, you safe? Make the journey back to this time alright?”

“Logan.” Peter knew Logan had survived this long since Wade had told him about Logan being there at the warehouse when he first woke up, but the Alpha had been too busy holding Peter to mention anything about Cable or Hank Pym or Tony Stark or even Clint, so when Peter saw the other Alpha standing behind Logan, he barreled past his mate to throw himself at the pair.

“Whoops, no hands!” Clint threw his hands up in the air when the Omega grabbed him in a hug. “See that, Wade? Not touching your mate. Don’t tear my head off, Lo says you do that sorta thing.”

“Put your hands down and hug him.” Wade ordered. “You don’t know Pete but he sure as hell knows you, so do it.”

“Don’t bite me.” Clint warned again, and then patted at Peter’s back gently. “How are you kiddo? Safe? Dealing okay with this asshole?”

“I’m so glad to see you.” the Omega blurted, running his hands anxiously up and down Clint’s arms. “I heard about what happened in Haven and how Logan had to--” he paused, sent a glance towards the other Omega who nodded shortly. “Well anyway, I’m glad to see you again.”

“I’d say the same thing, but I don’t really know who you are.” Clint said apologetically. “Turns out I’m not exactly that Clint, just a new and improved version. Reincarnated, you know?”

“Reincarnated.” Peter’s eyes lit in excitement. “I have at least a thousand questions about that. But first, do you still have wings? Or did that not reincarnate? Or do you hide them? Is that what the tattoos are for! Are they magic or just symbolic? Do you still wear halter tops? This looks like a regular tank top, is it just regular or is there some cool mutant cloaking fabric I don't know about yet?”

“Um.” The Alpha blinked down at Peter and then over at his mate and Wade. “What’s with the questions?”

“Oh it was your favorite thing about him, back in the day.” Wade said casually, and his Omega jabbed at his side crossly. “Show him your wings, Clint. My mate isn’t mutant, but he won’t scream or nothing. Go ahead.”

“...sure?” Clint rolled his shoulders and called his feathers up and off his skin until his wings knit together whole and beautiful high above his back. “Uh, how’s that?”

“Wow.” Peter’s lavender scent shocked with surprise and Logan grumbled like he’d been hit in the face with it. “Wow I-- I have to get a notebook. I have so many questions. Can you please tell me everything?”

“Yes?” the Alpha said helplessly, and Peter was gone, darting back into the apartment for pen and paper. “Lo, you couldn’a warned me about that?”

“Absolutely not.” Logan grinned, then inclined his head down the hall. “Let’s walk a little, get the hell outta this building. All these apartments creep me out. Too many people living in too small boxes. Need some air.”

“Thank god somebody said it.” Wade muttered, and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack before whistling for his mate to hurry. “Let’s walk.”

They ended up down in the street taking the same way Peter and Wade went most nights, keeping to the darker sidewalks and meandering towards the park at an easy stroll. Peter planted himself at Clint’s side to ask every question that popped into his head and Clint’s laughter got more and more incredulous as the list went on and on and on, and Logan and Wade walked slower behind them, keeping one eye on their mates and one eye on anyone who passed.

“So.” Logan lit up a cigar and puffed at it a few times. “How’s the culture shock? How are you fittin’ in around here?”

“Not fitting in at all.” Wade grunted. “Been here a month and still learning new stuff about our damn apartment, much less the whole city and everything else. Used a microwave for the first time today and it zapped my food so hot my mouth about melted off. What’s wrong with using a stove to heat food? When did that change?”

The Omega smiled a little bit. “Yeah, all the new tech can be a lot to take in. Hell, I lived through all those changes and still have a hard time with some of it. Can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”

“Well TV’s suck.” Wade picked up a piece of trash and tossed it away. “S’like watching a play but real long and with fake laughter at unfunny parts. The people who talk on the radio say gross things just for shock value and I dunno what happened to music, but it is terrible. Cars are dirty and gross, no way two hundred people should live in one building and Christ, is the food weird.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Logan watched as the Alpha picked up another piece of trash. “You’ll get used to the city too-- trash, crowds, traffic, all that. One day you won’t even hardly notice.”

“It sucks and I’ll always notice.” Wade maintained. “Dunno how Peter thinks this is all normal but I get why he was so thrown by a damn outhouse now. I understand why he freaked out about only getting a few eggs a day. He bought three dozen the other day. Just all lined up in this container? Said it only cost a few bucks. I couldn’t believe it. Same with milk. People bring food right up to the apartment and it’s hot? Not sure how I feel about it.”

“This century has some advantages over our Haven.” Logan elbowed Wade and pointed when Clint called up his wings again and Peter clapped in excitement. “And it don’t matter where we are so long as we’re with our mates, right?”

“Yeah.” Wade believed that clear through to his soul. “Yeah, I can deal with whatever the hell techno is so long as Pete’s right there with me.”

“You don’t gotta stay here in the city, you know.” the Omega’s nose flared when someone uneasy passed by. “There’s a whole big world out there to get through and it that doesn’t sound good then uh--” he blew out a deep breath. “--you and your mate are welcome to come live on our land.”

“...what?” Hope lit brilliant in Wade’s cedar scent, and a few yards in front of them Peter turned to see what had made his Alpha’s demeanor change. “Are you serious?”

“I bought up a lot of land a long time ago.” Logan pulled out his phone and clicked through a couple pictures so Wade could see where their new home sat. “Soon as I figured out the government was going to turn all that area by Old Haven into national reserve I set out a homesteading claim and got myself a bunch of acreage. It's a couple days hike from the old place, but only about a half days drive if you take the road they cut straight through the mountains. Close enough to feel like home, far enough way to keep the bad memories settled.”

“The uh-- the back corner bumps up against the ridge where I buried my Alpha the first time around.” Logan added quietly. “Didn’t want to leave him alone up there, you know? But didn’t want to live right there again either so we’ve got our place in the hills a ways away. Not sure if it’s actually on the Canadian side of the border or not, but it’s right smack in the middle of nowhere. You and your mate are welcome to build something closer to the river so long as you don’t bother us. You can live there but that doesn’t mean I want neighbors.”

Wade stared down at the pictures of green and trees and an endless sky and tried not to sound so miserable as he said, “Pete loves the city. I wouldn’t take him away from it.”

“Seems to me I remember your mate loving Haven.” Logan pointed out bluntly, but not unkindly. “Maybe you ask him about it. Us Omegas are always happiest if our mate is happy, and even if Peter loves the city you guys could live half the year here, half the year up where we are.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Just think about it.” the Omega put his phone away and cleared his throat. “Somethin’ else I never thought I’d say, but it’d be nice to have you around again. Would feel normal to have someone like me close by. We went through almost a hundred years of life together, Wade. Couple of wars and all that shit with Eddie and Bruce, finding our mates and all that. It wouldn’t be the worst to do the next hundred together too.”

“I’ve got about seventy years left.” Wade bumped shoulders with the Omega affectionately. “Doc Pym says my mutation took a hit coming through time so I’ve got seventy, maybe eighty years left at the most.”

“You get to grow old with your mate.” Logan put it together instantly, and the Alpha smiled. “Lucky. There’s a lot of ways this could have all turned out and getting a lifetime with your mate then bein’ able to follow him to the other side-- that’s the best scenario, right?”

“Right.”

“Lucky.” Logan said again, and his scent turned wistful as he watched his mate with Peter. “I gotta settle for hoping to find Clint again the next time around. Hope he wants to live in the hills and the trees with me, hope he’s okay having a half wild Omega for a mate.”

“He’ll always want you.” Wade rumbled and Logan finally smiled again. “Yeah, he always will.”

“My mate, listen!” Peter bounded back towards them, and Logan stepped away from Wade to go and hug his own Alpha. “Clint’s wings are magic! They stay as tattoos so he can walk around normal but then they can get huge! He says they know who Jean is, too! That doctor at the hospital I told you about? They know her!”

“I told him she was frightening as hell and also uncomfortably sexy.” The Alpha corrected. “But I don’t think your mate was listening. He’s gonna talk your ear off the rest of the night, so good luck with that.”

“Happy with that.” Wade dropped a kiss on Peter’s forehead. “Are you guys going to stay in the city for a while?”

“We’ll be around a few more days, then we’re heading home.” Clint answered for both of them since Logan was currently tucked into his arms. “We’ll get out one night and buy you guys dinner so we can talk more, okay? Wade, think about what Logan said. The offer is open.”

“Will do.”

They said their goodbyes, and Peter lowered his brow in confusion when he felt the melancholy in his Alpha’s scent. “It’s hard for you to say goodbye to them, isn’t it? After saying goodbye in Haven and thinking it was for good?”

��Yeah.” Wade steered his mate back towards the apartment. “I never thought I’d see them again, and it’s sorta a lot to say goodbye a month ago and then here they are in the present day. Logan went through most of the hundred and fifty years alone and that Clint isn’t even the same Clint. S’weird is all.”

“Hm.” Peter was quiet for a minute as they started up the stairs. “And the offer? What was that about?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.” the Alpha deflected. “Don’t worry about it. Did you learn a lot from Clint?”

“So much!” Peter held up his notebook proudly. “He is fascinating. I could talk with him for hours about being reincarnated and finding mates again-- did you know Logan just walked up and bit him when they found each other again? Right in the middle of a coffee shop!”

“Yeah, my mate. I know.” Wade smiled down at his mate’s happiness. “So. You’ve met my friends. Time for me to meet yours?”

“Your friends are so much cooler than my friends.” Peter decided. “But yes. Otherwise Gwen might actually break down the door and stage an intervention and trust me, that’s the last thing we want. Her interventions are legendary both for being ridiculous, and for never actually working.”

Wade laughed at that particular description but it must have sounded a little hollow because his mate asked, “Please tell me why you scented sad a minute ago, Alpha. What’s going on?”

“Logan and Clint live up where Haven used to be.” there was no use lying to his mate, so Wade just told the truth. “They’ve got a bunch of land and it looks like home and I guess I’m just missing it.”

“Alright.” Peter turned a corner at the stairs. “So do you want to go visit them? Or-- or maybe move? Is that why you’re sad?”

“I’d never take you from the city, Pete.” the Alpha answered vaguely. “You love it here, and your friends and Auntie live here. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

“...are you sure?” he asked one more time, and Wade bent to kiss him before snagging the keys and unlocking their door.

“Sure I’m sure.”

“Kay.”

Peter didn’t bring it up again that night, but he kept looking at his mate and thinking about all the money he still had in the bank, kept checking his Alpha’s scent and wondering how hard it would be to find a job further north, somewhere wooded and private and green.

“You ready for bed, mate?” Wade asked from the bedroom door and Peter nodded, shucking his jacket and shoes and hurrying after the Alpha. “You okay? You looked a little lost there for a minute.”

“I’m fine, Alpha.” Peter said automatically, and stood on his toes for a long kiss. “Just thinking, is all.”

“What about?”

“Us.” The Omega squeezed at his mate’s hand. “And our forever.”

“Good things?”

“Always, Alpha my Alpha. Always good things about our forever.”

Peter jotted down a note to himself before they crawled into bed-- Call realtors in upstate-- maybe manufactured homes?-- and closed his eyes to dream and plan and hold his mate tight until morning.

“Love you.” he whispered, and Wade whispered back, “Love you too, Omega.”

And this-- this was their favorite.

This was perfect.

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caughtinkorea · 3 years

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Chasing Pavements(Excerpts of 2019)

Korea drained me.

It took me on an emotional roller-coaster I never want to experience again. I promised myself I’d never purposely try to put myself through that again. I came back a moody mess trying to pick up the bitter pieces of shoulda, coulda, woulda... but ultimately glad it didn’t.

When I came back I didn’t really have time to chill. I was just thrust into the next thing. I immediately jumped into preparing for my brother’s wedding. Everything and everyone around me kept me occupied. There was no time to focus on the mess of the past. I was leaving the memories of Korea behind. The good, the bad, and the ugly. In the end it all became so ugly.... except one part. Bond, James Bond.

Bond was the sweet guy that showed up out of nowhere when I was just about to leave. Story of my life *rolls eyes*. Curious things started happening at the time that I met him that made me a bit paranoid. I still don’t know exactly what to make of him or how he fit into my life. If I could tell you the full story you would understand why I said my life is a sitcom/drama.

So when I left Korea I guess you could say that was our official parting ways. At least I thought. After the wedding I had made plans to visit New York to see some friends. While talking with Bond one day we found out we’d coincidentally be in NYC at the same time. It seemed fate was bringing us together again. What were the chances that he’d be on my side of the world, in the same area, at the same time?

I landed in NYC and it wouldn’t be my life if some type of drama didn’t ensue. SO, of course, it did. Right when I landed. I was left stranded in Time Square because of a male ego -_-. Not Bond’s but another person. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

But I made sure not to let it ruin my trip. I decided to go to my hotel to change game plans and recoup. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Bond much because he was on a business trip. When he arrived in NYC he let me know and we found out we’d be staying really close. Just across the bridge from each other. Then I found out his trip would be cut short and he’d actually be going back to Korea a few days earlier than planned. The day we had planned to meet was the day he would be heading back. Things just didn’t want to go my way. He told me he’d be taking a stroll down Time Square that night. I was disappointed at how things were unfolding and in a moment of frustration I let it be known. He seemed to be taking too much time to reply back to me. I asked if he really considered us friends. He asked if I was drunk. He said it wasn’t usual of me to act this way. I told myself I wouldn’t take that stuff anymore(holding my tongue to my true feelings). I was back on American soil and pledged I wouldn’t bend like that again due to so called “cultural differences”. I had had enough of that. But unlike the other kguys I dated, rather than gaslight me he apologized. In fact, he was very sympathetic and apologetic. From that moment he was extra attentive and promised to do right by me.

Even though he was busy he said he’d make time to meet during his lunch break. Unfortunately I couldn’t do that. So he made every effort to try to meet at a more convenient time for me. I told him I’d be meeting up with a friend for dinner, but we could meet up afterwards since we’d be around the same area.

After dinner with my friend I headed to our meet up spot. I remembered his birthday would be the next day so I stopped by a deli to pick up a cupcake, candles, and a lighter. I hid it away in a bag. When I got to the spot I called him and he snuck out of his hotel to meet me. We walked around to find a coffee shop, but they were all closed. While walking he saw a fancy bar across the street so we decide to head there. We get in and he buys us drinks. We go and find a small table for 2 away from the bar so we could sit and talk. Our drinks arrive. We start catching up on the short time I’ve been away from Korea. I didn’t particularly like the bartender’s recommendation and I guess he saw it all over my face lol. He ordered me a different drink (which was much better). I noticed he seemed a bit solemn and low spirited all night. It was almost midnight now(11:59) so I took out the cupcake and candle. I lit the candle and when the clock struck 12 o’clock I exclaimed “Happy Birthday!”. His face completely lit up.

I really enjoyed seeing how happy it made him. His demeanor completely changed and did a 180. He didn’t realize I knew it was his birthday. He told me he was really touched by the gesture and now completely let his guard down.

We ate a few bites of the cupcake and then left to take a walk down Time Square. On our way there we passed a few guys shooting dice. One guy was trying to sell his mixtape to people around. He comes up to us and makes his pitch. I hand him a few bucks and he hands me his cd. He thanks me, compliments me, then lightly taps on Bond and tells him he’s a lucky guy. He then hurries off. I chuckle it off and hand Bond the cd. I tell him when he goes back to his room he should play it. You never know. It may be good. He says “And get a computer virus? Uh, no.” I’ll pass. lol We walk toward the main area and a taxi passing by gets a little too close to me for his comfort so he pulls me into him. What in the kdrama nonsense is going on here?! *plays ‘You Are My Destiny’ theme music* XD He asks if I’m alright. I say I’m fine. We walk over by the red steps and take a few pictures together. We kinda just take in all the sights and sounds. It was a good little break to just enjoy the essence of New York City and get away. We walk down a couple more streets and just joke around enjoying each others company. We’re walking to cross the street and I was so focused on what was ahead that I didn’t pay attention to what was on the ground. I took a couple steps and *squish*.... I stop in my tracks. He looks back and asks what’s wrong. I stutter out “I think I stepped in horse poop.” I was just hoping it wasn’t true. He looks at me, then down to my foot, then back over to my eyes. The crosswalk timer is winding down. I pick up my foot to reveal what it is. Yeah... it’s horse poop T_T.

He jokingly pinches his nose and teases me as we run across before the timer runs out. Me with that awkward limp run you do in order to not make the mess even messier. We make it to other side and he’s cracking up. I playfully pat him and say “You think this is funny?” I scrape the poop off on the curb and he jokes that I now need to go home and take a shower because I stink ¬_¬. We laugh it off together. Unfortunately he can’t stay out long and has to get back to his hotel. He wasn’t really supposed to be out but he came out for me.

He walks me over to the subway station and we stop at the entrance. He finally confesses he likes me. I’ve realized the feeling is mutual. We say our final goodbyes and give each other a hug. It’s a little longer than usual. When we stepped away slightly we paused and looked at each other.

You could cut the tension with a knife. It was that very obviously perfect timing for a kiss moment but we mutually decided against it. We blushed, looked down, and lightheartedly laughed it off. We said goodbye again. He waited for me to walk down the steps and when I was there we waved each other goodbye one more time.

We still talk from time to time though it’s been a while now. We would call each other and have hours long discussions. I appreciated that he was honest telling me how he felt. If he was offended or uneasy about something I said he’d let me know and vice versa. Then we’d find out it usually stemmed from misunderstandings. One of those days my sister passed by and heard him talk. Like I’ve said before, he has a really attractive semi British accent with a deep tone. She was so shocked when she heard it and said “Who is that?! OMG, his voice is deep!”.

I wish you could see the level of amazement in her voice and on her face when she said that. lol Anyway, I promised myself I would never date a kguy again. Too many of them are too TOXIC and too much of a headache. But I would have made an exception for him. He would have been the last one I gave a chance. For the time I interacted with him he seems almost perfect on paper. He is well traveled, educated (also went to school for a bit in England), good personality, has a good stable job, not from Seoul(originally), and he’s tall so he’d fit right in with the guys in my family (wouldn’t be angry at the fact he’d be the short one like that ex and his 188cm ass XD). Not that he was short, he just made an insecurity complex out of it where need not be *rolls eyes*. Bond is 191cm. Around the same height as my little brother who is actually the shortest boy in my family. My two older brothers are 203cm and 205cm. They’d probably still joke that he’s short but all in good fun. Also I really liked that I felt protected around him with him being in the special forces and his job and all... I seemed to find all the special forces guys ;). And he never gas lit me. Not once! Which was a really big thing that happened constantly when dating kguys. It became one of the most irksome things about them, but he never did it. In fact, he was only ever genuinely apologetic when misunderstandings came up. It made me appreciate him even more.

But alas, I guess we were ultimately just not meant to be. We live in two different worlds and on different continents now and I don’t do that. Neither does he. But he let me know when I come back to visit Korea I always have a place to stay <3.

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whitewolfmoving · 4 years

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Going For Gold || Bucky Barnes Mixed Martial Arts AU

Summary: Bucky made his choices long ago, now he has to live with the fallout. Can he return to the life he once knew? Can he mend the heart of the girl he left behind? Can he be a better man than he used to be? [Modern au] [Mixed Martial Arts au]

Trigger Warnings: lots of swearing, Bucky Barnes being a whole ass idiot, mentions of character death, mild detail of injuries, arguing, flashbacks, PTSD, alcohol and prescription drug use (non-addictive)

Word Count: 1322

Chapter Warnings: light swearing (Bucky says damn it in his internal thoughts, Nat says dick twice lol)

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Chapter One: Regret

“You still training at Corbyn’s?”

“Mikey’s, but yeah, still going three times a week.”

“Mikey’s?” Bucky asked, bewildered.

Steve chuckled. “Yeah. Serenity had it re-branded when she took over for Paul last year, in honor of Mikey.”

Bucky grimaced. He couldn’t believe how much had changed in the six years he’d been gone. He’d missed his best friends, missed family dinners on Sundays, missed Mikey’s funeral, missed Paul’s retirement. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have taken leave to attend the funeral, it was that he didn’t know how to face her after so many miles and years had stretched out between them. She hadn’t taken kindly to his decision to quit fighting and enlist,—(“The Army, Buck? Really? You’re just gonna give up everything we’ve worked for since we were fifteen?” “It’s not that simple, Moo. I need to do more, I need to be more.”)—he never blamed her for not seeing his bus off to boot camp two weeks later. He’d broken her heart.

“You should stop by some time, see Ren and the gym. It’s come a long way... they both have.”

“Nah, I don’t know, Stevie. She doesn’t want to see me.”

“You’d be surprised, Buck. At least think about it,” Steve sighed, standing up from the tailgate of his truck. “Listen, I gotta head home. Peg and Marc are coming over for dinner tonight, and Nat will lose her mind if I’m late again.”

Bucky shook his head with a dry chuckle and hopped off of the tailgate. He moved to stand by his motorcycle, and tossed his water bottle in one of the saddlebags. “So, you and Nat, huh?”

“There is no ‘me and Nat,’ not really, not yet. We’re taking things slow.” Steve closed the tailgate, opened the driver’s side door and climbed into the driver’s seat, hanging half out the window as the engine roared to life. “I mean it, though. Think about swinging by the gym tomorrow; you can’t avoid her forever, pal.”

That’s how Bucky Barnes found himself standing outside Mikey’s Gym and Juice Bar the next morning. It’d been half a decade since he last stepped through those double doors; he’d gotten so used to being on the inside of the building, that standing in front of it now made his chest ache. He wondered, first and foremost, if she would be there and if she’d remember him. Six years could change a lot about a person, it certainly had for Bucky.

He pocketed the keys to his Harley, took a deep breath, and stayed rooted in place. Damn it! It shouldn’t be this hard to enter a stupid building. His thoughts raced in and out of coherence; it took more energy to decide what to do, than it did to actually do something about the situation. He pulled his keys from the front pocket of his jeans, swung his leg over the seat of his bike, and reached into the saddlebags behind him. Forget it. Another time, maybe. Just as he pulled his helmet from the bag, the front door of the gym swung open, releasing the stench of blood and sweat and bleach. Bucky shuddered, nostalgic.

“Hey, kid, you plan on bringing your ass inside or you gonna sit out here warming the pavement all day?” Bucky knew that thick Brooklyn drawl, and he knew it well. Only one person in the whole of Brooklyn called Bucky ‘kid’.

He lifted his head, peering over the rim of his sunglasses. The corners of his mouth tipped up into a wide grin, he swung his right leg back over the seat and turned to face the man just beyond his reach. “Paul Corbyn, you old geezer. You’re still alive and kicking these days?”

Paul smiled, extending his hand out in front of him. “You don’t look a day over 18, kid.”

Bucky blushed. “Yeah, the Army’ll do that to you. H-how are things?”

“Things are good, real good. Business slowed down for a bit there, we hope to have it picking back up in no time.” Paul scrubbed a hand over the salt-n-pepper stubble lining his jaw, he sighed. He knew what Bucky was really asking about, who Bucky was really asking about. He shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck. “Ya know, Serenity—” Paul waved a hand back toward the doors— “she, uh… was never the same after Mikey died. Steve and me, we tried to keep her going, and it worked for the most part. But I think what she really needed was you, Buck.”

Guilt washed over Bucky’s features, the color drained from his face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for Mikey’s funeral. I wanted to be there, Paul. But I just—”

“She knows you were overseas, doing some good in the world. That don’t matter, you’re here now. You coming inside or what?”

“Nah, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Paul. Seems pretty busy, I wouldn’t want to interrupt whatever you all have going on in there.”

“Nonsense, Barnes. Get your ass inside. Don’t make me have to tell you twice.”

“Yes, sir.” Bucky pocketed his keys once again and placed his helmet back in the saddlebag. He followed Paul into the gym, silent and brooding. If it weren’t for Paul stopping him when he did, Bucky wasn’t sure he’d have made it through the doors.

The gym’s interior still looked the same as it did the day he walked out of there and never looked back. The trophy case by the reception desk brought back memories of a time long ago; a time when Steve, Mikey, Bucky and Serenity were inseparable, unstoppable forces to be reckoned with in the world of mixed martial arts. But that time was long gone.

Natasha sat behind the reception desk with a book in her hands, she didn’t even bother looking up at him as he entered. He’d expected this, but the cold greeting—or lack thereof—still threw him off of his game. He knew Steve had told her what happened between him and Serenity when they’d met, especially since she’d been Steve’s roommate when Natasha started coming around. Having the girl you like catch you with someone else wrapped up in your embrace can’t be a good relationship starter.

Bucky swallowed past the lump of anxiety in his throat and slid his sunglasses to the top of his head. He rapped his knuckles against the desk; his nerves ate away at his resolve. He waited until she laid her book down and gave her a polite smile. “Hey, Nat. Long time, no see. How’ve you been?”

“Eat a dick, Barnes.”

“Good to see you too, Natasha.”

Natasha scoffed. She leaned across the desk, set her right elbow on its surface so Bucky could see her hand and flipped him the bird. “Eat. A. Dick.”

Bucky flinched.

“Hey, Tasha, do you have any idea where my da—”

At the sound of her voice, Bucky’s head snapped up. There she was, right in front of him, looking like a dream. He was speechless, so was she.

“Serenity,” Bucky breathed, “you look— I-it’s good to see you.”

Serenity looked past the man in front of her; as if she hadn’t seen him at all, as if he were completely invisible.

“Hey, Daddy, Steve and I could use your help by the cage. Tasha, a couple of the guys are waiting upstairs in my office, they want to talk to you about their membership.”

Bucky watched as Natasha rose from the desk, leaving him there with Paul and Serenity. Then, as if on cue, Steve appeared behind her. His hands fell on Serenity’s shoulders in a protective gesture Bucky recognized, a protective gesture he used to do for her. His eyes caught Steve’s and something in them looked strange. Bucky could’ve sworn he saw something other than protection flash in those sky blue irises—

Regret...

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A/N: The first chapter is here! Thank you for being so patient as I slowly but surely bring this story to life. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

I will include each chapter’s personal warnings that way you can avoid anything that might make you uncomfortable. Please feel free to message me for a tl;dr of whichever chapter you skip and I will gladly give you a basic recap. Your mental health and safety is important to me!

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Remember to like, comment, and reblog if you love it!

-Auri <3

#Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Going For Gold #MMA Fighter!Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes Fic

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8makes1cheese · 4 years

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f2l with Song Mingi♡

Pairing: Mingi X Reader

RoommateAU, (and like High SchoolAU in the beginning and kinda CollegeAU?)

Tags: cursing, shitty attempts at comedy, fluff, kinda sorta suggestive?, ig drug use and drinking?(booze and weed)

Words: 2.5k

A/N: Okay so, this is my first bullet scenario thing? and its weird...like this is so weird but I tried XD it ended up this weird mix between bullet scenario and oneshot fic and i-

...............all I can do is practice and try to get better but yeah. SO HERES THIS :D (im srry don hate me T-T)

-Finding Your Best Friend-

this bb would be the best-est friend you would have in this world

probably why you fell for him in the first place, but let's not get to ahead of ourselves

you guys met freshman year of high school

your guys' mutual friend Yunho is really the reason why

you just moved to town, and since said town was small, it was clear to you that everybody knew everybody else

you felt pretty lonely on the first day because of that

second day of freshman year is where is all started to come together

you were looking for a nice spot to sit and have your lunch outside because you didn't want to look like the weird loner person eating by themselves in silence

you found a pretty spot under a big tree near the track field, you put a random cool cake making tutorial on your phone and ate your lunch

the video was at a part where they were placing intricate designs in frosting all over the cake when you hear "Whoa, that is so cool!"

you jump about 3 feet in the air and immediately gather up your phone and get up to spin around to see who interrupted your quiet time

a young man, not sure his grade, with peach colored hair and a worried expression on his face, raises his hands in a surrender pose

'okay but what the hell was he doing, watching my phone behind the tree?'

well reader, we'll never know

"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to scare you that bad! Really, I am so so so sorry!"

you, still in shock, just nod at him

now you're both just standing in front of each other

not saying anything

....well

this is awkward

"I-I'm Yunho...by the way."

you clear your throat, not sure why, nervous habit

"[Y/N].."

"So, uh... Haven't seen you around here before.."

once you explained you were new, and new to the town in general. There was no escape.

you were now best friends with the giant teddy bear and there was nothing you could do about it

yunho immediately took you under his wing and showed you around the campus. Then the town itself after school was out.

but Ro this seems to be turning into a yunho x reader fic/ bullet scenario

stfu I'm getting there

what did this turn into even

so now you and Yunho are bffs

enter giant teddy bear 2.0

you and yunho are hanging out at lunch, it's become a usual for the past two weeks

and Yunhos other bff is becoming sus about why Yunho hasn't been eating with him at lunch or doesn't seem to have as much time after school for him

that's when giant teddy bear 2.0 (if you don't know that its Mingi then idek-) finds his bestie with some random chick

a really adorable random chick

"So this is where you have been?"

you and Yunho start, not expecting someone to find your guys' spot

Also, deja vu, amiright?

"Oh, hey Mingi!" Yunho greets the tall dirty blonde haired teddy bear

And you're totally not sitting there thinking, 'holy shit, he is...wow.'

and that's how it all started

he stayed and introduced himself and you hit it off just as well as you and yunho did

maybe even better..

he started showing up everyday, at the what was dubbed 'The Cool Kids Spot™️' by you all, with yunho

even tho we all know you guys were NOT the cool kids

then it went to him being at the spot before everyone showed up

so he could see you first

then it turned into him meeting you up after class so you both could grab your food together and meet up Yunho at The Spot™️

before you could even realize it, he became your person

you were the first person he ran up to and hugged after him and Yunhos dance group took home 1st place at a competition

he was the first person you called when you were told that your poem won an award

you were the person he'd come to if he needed any kind of advice

and he was the first person you went to if you needed to get out of your head or your anxiety was getting to you

the high school years went by so fast

a lot changed

but what never changed was Mingi, he may have grown

and damn he grew

but he was your constant (and yes, yunho too, we can't forget yunho bro)

-Knowing They're The One-

high school came and went

Mingi and Yunho were accepted by a prestigious performing arts school

you, however, were going to just a regular college

luckily, both schools weren't terribly far from each other

which is why, instead of suffering in dorms, you and Mingi decided to get a apartment together, not far from both schools

yunhos ass stayed with his parents because they live like right next to the school, lucky hoe

you all still make time for each other

but you and Mingi prefer to stay in, order takeout and watch random stuff on YouTube

whenever you or Mingi went out it was always together (unless it was classes)

Grocery shopping? Together. Doctors appointment? Together. Girls night? Together. Guys night? Together.

"So, you must be suffering right now" his friend Yeosang said to him on a rare guys night that didn't involve you.

Mingi looked at Yeosang perplexed, ignoring whatever Wooyoung was talking to him about

"What are you talking about?"

"You and [Y/N] are literally always together, the fact she isn't here surprises me."

Mingi laughed. "We're not always together."

A cacophony of "LIES" and "BULLSHIT" filled the air as all of Mingi friends called him out on his bullshit

Mingi could feel his face heating up

"W-well, so what if we are! Were best friends AND roommates."

"And lovers~" his friend San whispered in his ear from behind and laughed, dancing away before Mingi could hit him

"We're not together!" Mingi exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"But you want to be."

Mingi turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was Yunho, leaning against the entrance of the kitchen everyone was gathered in

He was looking at Mingi with a smirk

Mingi knew Yunho knew how he felt about you

and not because he told him

well...he kinda did

FLASHBACK TIME

it was your guys' high school graduation

more specifically, the night of, and you were all partying and yunhos house

celebrating the fact that you all were officially adults now

lol you thought

and what better way to celebrate that than with underage drinking

be safe kids, don't drink irresponsibly

and Mingi. Got. Wasted.

by the end of the night, he was crying (and maybe puked once or twice...) in Yunhos arms about how beautiful you were, and how amazing and talented you were

wouldn't shut up about how soft and perfect you feel in his arms when he hugs you or vice versa

"She is my soulmate." After every other sentence mentioning how perfect you are

but wait, where were you while Mingi was crying and puking you ask?

That night you met Yeonjun, who is now one of your closest friends

at first, a friend of Wooyoungs, who you all became friends with junior year, along with his best friend San

Yeonjun, who went to a different school across town, was invited along by Woo and San

you and Yeonjun hit it off so well, drinking and laughing, and talking about how much he loves his boyfriend Soobin, and maybe you drunkingly going on about how amazing Mingi is

however, Mingi didn't know Yeonjun

and what he saw that night was you, enjoying your time with someone who wasn’t him, laughing at jokes that weren't his, hanging all over someone who could never know you as well as he did (and that totally wasn't the reason that Mingi drank like 2 bottles of straight vodka, not at all)

and at that moment

he knew

he fucked up

he was in love with you

OKAY END OF FLASHBACK

Mingi wasn't sure what to say

he could deny it sure, but he knew it was useless

not after every person in the room gave him a knowing smirk after Yunhos comment

“She doesn't-”

“Oh, whatever. you guys are literally already a couple. And dont even try to deny that. If she was here right now, she’d probably be on your lap and you two would be sitting in some corner of the house whispering some weird drunk lovey shit to each other.”

well...

Mingi really didn't have a argument for that

that night he came home sober

but you didn't know that until months later when he told you he wasn't actually drunk

anyways when he got home you were sitting in the living room

music playing away on YouTube while you type away on your laptop

you didn't hear him come in, softly singing along to the song under your breath

he stood there for a moment and just..looked at you

your hair was a mess

you had on the same clothes as yesterday

probably haven't done a skincare routine in months

you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life

he felt so much love swell in his chest

hes known it for a while now but at that moment all that was going on in his head was

“That’s my soulmate. I love her. I love her so much.”

“Hey.”

he wasn't sure if he had said it loud enough but apparently he had because you flinched and turned to see who the ‘intruder’ was

“Oh, Mingi! Shit, you scared me...” you laughed. “How was guys night?”

He made his was over to sit on the couch as you told him how your paper was coming along and then waited for him to answer your question

he sat for a good minute not saying anything

“Mingi?”

he looked at you

“you okay hun?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek

and then he kissed you

it was so quick, you had no time to register that it was happening at all

and he left just as quickly

slamming the door to his bedroom and leaving you flustered and panicked

-So....Lovers?-

the morning after the kiss was the most awkward moment that you and Mingi had ever had

luckily it didn't last long at all

you two were silent, awkwardly making breakfast

then Mingi busted out with “Man, I’m so hungover! I barely remember anything from last night!”

“Do...do you remember anything from when you came home?”

“No, to be honest, I don't even remember coming home...”

-cue forced laughter-

-cue Mingi not trying to be disappointed when you looked relieved-

he asked you if anything happened and tried not to feel sad about the fact you were going on about how nothing happened and he just came home and went to bed

why wouldn't you mention the kiss? maybe everyone had it wrong, you didn't feel the same. why else would you avoid it?

but everything went back to...normal

you two would cuddle every night on the couch

you showed up to every guys night like usual

(there may or may not have been more knowing smirks thrown Mingis way)

he showed up to the rare girls nights you'd have with your (like 2) girlfriends

(they literally just consisted of everyone chilling in some secluded spot and sparking up a blunt or two and bull-shittng)

but everything wasn't normal

because even though it lasted 0.0002 seconds long

Mingi cannot stop thinking about that kiss

neither can you for that matter

that's when you confided in your bestie Yeonjun

who knew all about your love for your other bestie

you went to Yeonjuns one Saturday afternoon without mingi

its been a month since the kiss and Yeonjun is only disappointed in the fact that you didn't tell him sooner

his solution was simple, just tell him how you feel

its so god damn obvious he feels the same

but who are you to do the simple thing right?

so what do you do?

you go with Soobins idea

and :) you:) go:) on:) a:) blind:) date:) with one of soobin and yeonjuns friends:)))))))

well

at least you were supposed to..

the night comes when you were supposed to meet at a nice cafe with their friend Beomgyu

you. were. lookin. FIRE BABY

slaayyyyy

you were in the kitchen grabbing your keys

and maybe prolonging the fact that your going out with someone who isn't MIngi

when Mingi walked out to heat himself up a noodle cup

and maybe one for you too because he didn't think you were going anywhere and was going to ask if you wanted to chill in his room and play mario kart

his jaw DROPPED when he saw you

he felt like he was just kicked in the gut, all breath left his lungs

and he may or may not have gotten an instant boner but-

he cleared his throat to get your attention

“You look...nice.” wow, Mingi, smooth

“O-oh, thanks, um... ill be back later okay?”

when Mingi asked where you'll be going and you said you had a blind date, he swears to this day he blacked out for a moment

next thing he knew he had you pushed against the counter

“Mingi-”

“No.”

“w-what..”

“You don't have a date.”

“But I do-”

then his lips were pressed against yours

and unlike the first, this one lasted a hell of a lot longer than 0.0002 seconds

it wasn't fireworks or butterflies or a sudden realization of unconditional love

it was rough and messy and filled with so many emotions including relief that your love for each other can finally blossom

you didn't say a word to each other when you parted

you stared at each other for a while, panting with big smiles on your faces

once your breathing returned to normal you gently pushed him back so you weren't pressed against the counter anymore

“I’m going to change in PJ's.”

Mingis smile lit up his whole face. “But I thought you had a date..”

“No, I don't.” you kissed his cheek and left to change.

-YES LOVERS FINALLY-

so you guys never really sat down and were like ‘hey so are we...?’

because you both knew you just....were

after that night you guys started acting like you had been dating for months

it was just like before

because of course, like always, Yunho was right

you guys already acted like you were dating

now kisses and a lot more were added to the mix

which just made everything 1000x better

everyone knew it was just a matter of time

you loved waking up to his arms wrapped around your waist and him softly snoring in your ear

he loved waking up to you peppering kisses all over his collar bones and neck

your loved bloomed♡

A/N pt2: Im sorry if the end seems so rushed as well, I started running out of steam and my mind blanked but I didn't want to prolong this and never post it...like i do with everything...

Thank you for reading!

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