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mcmoth · 3 years

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The aro c!Tommy propoganda is done.

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Friends can be Home, too

Summary:

Love. The thing that supposedly drove the world, that made everyone happy. He thought he knew love. But maybe… maybe not. Maybe there has been something deeply, intangibly wrong about him this whole time, and he hadn't even known. Not to this extent.

'Cause he knew before. Knew it in the unease in his bones, and the panic in his brain, and the annoyed buzz in his chest. But… but he had doubted.

He couldn't doubt anymore.

A journey of introspection, self doubt, and realizing you're not alone.

Or read on ao3!

Warnings: swearing, internalized arophobia, which includes self doubt, a bit of self hate, that sort of stuff. Also, this will have like, mentions of attraction and all that stuff, and Tommy gets pretty confused, so if you'd like to avoid that? This isn't the fic for you, ig. Btw, as a reminder, this is all set in the dsmp universe and is not about the irl people in any way.

Now onto the fic!

Welp.

Tommy sure is ready to stab someone right now.

Well, not really. More accurately he wanted to run, or shrivel up into a fucked up raisin, or snap, or just exist in darkness right now. Because there were his two best friends, cuddling on the couch. And he was sat there, next to them, supposed to be enjoying movie night.

It's not like he wasn't happy for them. They can do what they want, he reminded himself, again and again. They're just expressing their love, they're just close, and Tommy has to stop being such a fucking oddball about it. This wasn't weird. It wasn't weird.

And he could even see Ranboo giving him looks, probably about to ask something stupid. But if he made any comment, expressed discomfort, that would just be him being a dick and a weirdo. He's not going to ruin this for them. He just has to… to ignore it. To ignore it. He can do that. Yes.

“You alright, Tommy?”

Tommy's jaw snapped, he could feel his teeth grinding, and the couch was feeling all too small. So with a fast raise to his feet, he stumbled away, throwing a brash “fine" Ranboo's way, something burning deep in the pit that was his chest.

It was fine. It was fine. Why wasn't it fine? What the fuck was wrong with him??

Maybe he was just…

Jealous.

***

“I think I have a crush on Hannah.”

Tubbo and Ranboo stilled. The silence was… bad.

“oh?”

Tommy gulped, anxiously crinkling the chip bag he got from targay. “Y-yeah.”

Tubbo hummed. “I've never seen you interact with her much. When… did that start?”

Tommy's mind buzzed, and he resisted crushing the food in his hands, reclining heavily against the backrest of the bench. “I-I don't know, uh, recently? I guess? She's just… nice. She uh…. Has pretty hair? And she gave me a flower once! That was just, swe- uh, poggers of her, so. Yeah. I just think… yeah.”

Tubbo nodded, head tilting. “Do you think she likes you back?”

Tommy's eyes widened, and he didn't know why he laughed, but he did, and when he responded, he himself was taken aback by the hiss accompanying the words. “No!! She- why would- no- no, I mean… m-ma- I don't know??”

Ranboo swung his tail. “She better not. I mean, how old is she?”

“What does that matter?”

Ranboo stared. “You’re a child. Technically.”

Tommy bristled. “Fuck you, I am a big man! I'll kill you!”

The conversation moved on after that, and Tommy, somewhere along the way, quickly got lost. Head filled with cotton, electricity running through his veins, feeling horribly, oddly, humiliated and strangely… dissatisfied.

They didn't care. And he just felt more confused than ever.

…Why did he even do that?

***

Tommy was walking, grass up to his knees, a lead in hand. When he reached the village, he tied it to a fence, patting his borrowed horse before placing feet on the path, comforted by the gravel crunching beneath his feet, the feel of the sun on his neck. He looked around, at the wooden houses and half stacked stalls and idle chatter. He looked around and he thought.

He thought back to older days. This was… strangely nostalgic. Walking alone, in an unfamiliar town, the vastness of the world enveloping him in it's many potentials. He still wasn't sure when he felt better. Running around on the streets, just trying to survive, noone by his side, weak but naïve, hopeful. Or now, with some people to care for and trust, a place to return to, enough food in his pack, but shouldered with the weight of a dozen betrayals, life slipping past him three times too many. In a sense, he was still just trying to survive. Everything was so different now, yet the same.

He supposes, one thing that remained, was the sense of loneliness.

He grasped the front of his shirt, taking in the beating of his heart, looking at the strangers mingling amongst themselves. At the pairs, at the couples, at the families, sharing laughs and smiles, a contrast to the furrowed brows or tired amusement of shopkeepers and the idle folk visiting them.

He had always wanted a family.

…there was one way to get a family.

Someone to share laughs with. Someone who would comfort you. Someone who would take your hand, or hold you through the night, and never even leave. Someone who promises to stay.

It was a nice thought.

So why was it so hard to conceptualize? To imagine, to picture someone actually coherent, to look at a person and go – yes. I want to be your partner.

...eugh. just that sentence made his whole nervous system do a double take.

But why? Why? Was it the betrayals? Was it some fucked up self conscious mind shit? Was that it? Was he just fucked up in the head? Maybe.

Maybe.

But as it is, he knew he liked girls. He did. He liked them. They were… they were nice. Like Niki, who smelled of baked goods, and had a soft smile, and who had once given him a hug when she found him crying during the revolution, and who looked very nice in dresses. Or Puffy, who had made him a pickaxe when he asked for one, and who opposed Jack in stealing his hotel, and who offered him therapy, and she had really cool horn rings. Or Hannah, with her red flowers, and pretty builds, and the way the nature seemed just a bit more lively with her around, and her laugh was bright with mischievous intent that he could empathize with. They… they were nice. Yeah. Most girls were so nice.

So why… why hadn't he found one that he could. Actually picture doing… anything. In his head. No kissing, no dates, none of that… shmuck. It was just… he could see many girls his age running around, just now, in front of his eyes, many running through his mind as he searched his memories. None of them… no. And he tried thinking of boys, but that didn't… no. Not that either. …Enbies?

No… no, nothing… nothing felt. Good. None of it felt good, he just felt sick, he just felt weird, he didn't even feel dirty per se, but more like he was charting into foreign grounds, into something alien, and none of the thoughts he forced to visualize behind his eyelids, fleeting from how quickly he shut them out, felt like him. It didn't feel like him.

His fingers trembled, his chest felt tight, throat choked, and his head, on his shoulders, heavy and woozy and oh so muddled. He felt his heart race. Was… was that it? Maybe that was a sign. People said heart racing was a sign of attraction. Was there anyone in particular who did that? Maybe he was wrong – he was not lacking or messed up or broken, he just had buried the feelings so deep below his ribs, underneath fabricated doubts and trauma and the disconnect he had with reality and relationships in general, and once he got over those barriers, and just found someone, he would experience that joy that everyone spoke about. That closeness. He just had to… allow himself to get closer. To know more people, know them better.

That was… that was probably it.

But no matter. He raised his eyes, his senses coming back to him like the wind blowing his hair out of his eyes, blinking at the noise around him.

After all, he still came here for a reason.

***

“Yeah, I like these ones the best,” Tubbo said as he handed Tommy the various colored discs. Tommy nodded, smiling as he sorted through them, writing down the names in his notepad, feeling little stones dig into his elbows. Tubbo joined him fully on the ground, laying down next to him. “What do you need these for, anyways?” he blinked, and there was a smirk growing on his face. “Are they for… someone?”

Tommy furrowed his brows, staring at the other. “What?”

Tubbo chuckled nervously, waving his hand around as he stumbled over his words. “You- you know. Like a gift? Are you going to… to try to, get someone?”

Tommy’s stare just became sharper, becoming even more confused. “What??” What the fuck was he talking about?

“You know, like a- a date?” Tommy blanked. “Cause- you know, you've been talking about girls a lot lately, and I just thought-"

“No.” Tommy interrupted, feeling numb. “No, it's not for a fucking girl.”

“Oh.” Tubbo laid on the grass, clearly uncomfortable. He began to tear up the leaf he had picked up. “Sorry, I just thought- I'm not really good at this whole thing… sorry for assuming. W- …what is the reason, then?”

Tommy sighed, thankful for the topic change. “It's for… you know how I’m going to therapy?”

Tubbo hummed in affirmation.

“Puffy suggested that, since I like music, I should like, indulge in that, use it to calm myself or give myself something to do, that junk. So I’ve just been. Collecting, I guess.” He looked over the list again, then closed the notepad and sat up, discs in hand. “I wanna build a place where I just keep all the records, maybe I’ll even sell the ones I don't like. Good business practice, you know?”

Tubbo brightened. “Oh! That sounds really cool! If you need help with the building part, I can help you, by the way!”

Tommy looked at Tubbo's grin, so sweet and infectious, and his heart thawed, thinking of working with Tubbo again, building towards something together. It was a nice thought. “Alright.”

It would be nice to be with Tubbo again.

***

Tommy felt miserable.

This… this was miserable. He didn't know why. It really shouldn't be – it was just music. He was just sorting through all of his music, picking ones he liked, picking ones to comfort him, he loved music, it was fine, it just…

Why did so many of the songs have to be about love.

It made him feel angry and hurt and alone in a particular way that was so familiar and yet so utterly different. Because when he felt alone before, he fought with himself the same, he sunk into the thoughts of being unlovable or broken or undeserving of company, but at least he could understand it. At least he could look back now and think “Dream was a bitch" and that would be some solace. At least he could have hope that even if he was unlovable, he could still love. Love others. Try to seek others. Even if he never got that back.

But now, hearing all the poetics and sweet confessions that were in such abundance, something that sounded so passionate and revered, so integral, it was like looking into another reality he didn't, couldn't, understand, and suddenly, he felt more alien than ever before.

And most importantly, how fucking stupid that was, that the thing that made him feel that way was love.

Cause he knew before. Knew it in the unease in his bones, and the panic in his brain, and the annoyed buzz in his chest. But… but he had doubted.

He couldn't doubt anymore.

God….

He laid on the ground, head to the cold floor, the record still spinning. The noise bounced off the dark wooden walls and into his skull, grating and aching. He covered his ears, messed up his hair, breathed in and out. In and out. What was wrong. What was wrong.

The record fell to silence. Then it started back again, as it automatically swapped out. Next.

His fingers felt restless, his whole body did. He tapped his skull, feeling the thumps echo. Breathe in, and breathe out. Breathe-

“-ow will I ever know you enough to love you, if you're hiding who you are?

Don't ask me to explain-"

He startled, his breath catching. This disc was scratchier than the others. It felt different. Something in him drew in the lyrics, head loud. He blinked.

…He's not hiding. Is he? Hiding what? He’s- no. Just- Breathe in-

“-Who are you hiding from, across the table with a penny in each eye?

Don't ask me to explain, don’t ask me to explain-"

His breath escaped, arms trembling as his body froze. He didn't understand. He couldn't explain. He wanted to cry. Something was unravelling.

“I'd like to marry all of my close friends, and live in a big house together by an angry sea,”

He sobbed.

He did, he thought, with surprise, as the tears fell.

“Am I the devil's marbles don't move on without me,

Who will be watching my body when I sleep?

Who will I believe in?”

Something… yeah.

Something happened.

Because suddenly, all that stress, all that confusion, all that loathing, was detangling, and the tears ran deep, ran painful, silent, wheezing screams escaping as the sobs continued. He couldn't breathe. His chest was tight. His head swam, and he felt oh so light headed. Light. He felt light. Happy. He felt alive.

He felt understood.

He- he wanted that! He could- he wanted to live with his friends, with Tubbo with Ranboo. He wanted to stay as friends. He wanted them to protect him, to be able to trust them, to be able to protect them in turn, he wanted to reside with them, he wanted to sleep amongst them, to have them watch over him, safe, he wanted to wake up in the morning and see the sun rise with then, he wanted to have casual dinner with them, he wanted to grow old together with them. As friends. As friends.

Friends.

What a lovely thing…

He could… he could live with his friends…

He could build a family with his friends.

And he didn't even care at that moment that he didn't know how Tubbo and Ranboo would feel about that. He didn't care whether they'd want him at their house, whether they'd want him around at all. He didn't even care, at that moment, if he couldn’t join them.

Because he realized that it was a possibility at all. Just the prospect, just the thought, the realization, that spending your life, being intimate, finding a stable ground, with your friends, not romantic partner, was possible, that it was possible to not be able to feel otherwise, that it was shared by other people, who wrote this song, who sung it, who had thought about it…

It meant he couldn't be that alone after all.

“It's so easy to lie to myself,

And pretend that I could love you, but I can't"

And oh so comforting it was, that he couldn't.

***

“Ey, Ranboo! Bitchboy!”

Ranboo suppressed a smile, an exasperated sigh hissing through his teeth. Tail swishing, he glanced to the other boy, who was down below, standing in the snow.

“C'mere!! I gotta give you something.” He yelled.

Ranboo raised a brow, but complied, closing the window he had been looking out of. After making a quick detour to check on Michael, he made his way down the stairs and stepped out of the doorway and into the light. Tommy bounded to him, big grin on his face. He seemed jumpier than usual. Ranboo smiled in turn. “what is it?”

Tommy opened his mouth, then closed it, instead going to rummage through his bag. What he took out was a… box? “Here, fuckboy.”

Ranboo winced, taking the container. “Don't call me that.”

“Why, what does it mean?”

Ranboo stared. “Just…. Don't.”

Tommy blinked, laughing nervously. “o-okay.”

Moving on, Ranboo inspected the item in his hands. It was medium sized, and made of simple, but elegant, smooth black wood. On the top, there was a leather sign embedded in it, with the word Beloved stitched into it. His ears flickered. This seemed… awfully nice. “What’s in it?”

Tommy scoffed. “Just open it, you twat.”

Ranboo, with a glance, could see the anxious way Tommy was holding himself, seeming impatient and uncomfortable. So he wasted no more time, and clicked open the surprisingly sturdy iron latch after a moment of struggling, and what awaited him inside was…

“…Discs…?”

Ranboo held his breath, fingers twitching as he held the gift. …was it a gift?

Tommy was staring at the ground. “Yeah. You know, I’ve just been traveling around, collecting, and I wanted to…” He seemed to shake himself lightly, hands wringing. “I wanted to give you some, I guess. That… yeah. These are yours.”

Ranboo was stiff, still perceiving the actual gift in his hands, that looked hand made, that was hand picked, that Tommy had worked to attain, just to give to him. His tail curled, and he carefully, delicately closed it's lid and hugged it close to his chest. “I… Thank you. Thank- O-oh wow…”

Tommy scowled. “You look like a fish. It's not a big deal. Just… take a listen sometime, won't ya?”

“Y-yeah!” Ranboo reverently nodded, cursing the way his eyes felt misty. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll definitely listen, and cherish it. Thank you, Tommy.”

Tommy curtly nodded. “Alright. Pog.” And then, he was turning around, walking away with a quick “Share it with your family, too, some day. Bye.” Thrown or his shoulder.

And then, he was gone.

***

Tubbo heard music down the hall.

Ears tilting towards the pleasant sound, he skipped with bare feet over to the source, evening light casting warm glow through the windows as he went. When he arrived, to what was Michael's bedroom, he found Ranboo on the couch, curled gently over their son, head resting on his little head as he seemed to just… listen, wistful. Michael was listening too, letting out a little yawn as he turned his head to snuggle even deeper into his parent's warm embrace. Tubbo smiled softly at the scene.

Quietly, he patted over to them both, Ranboo eventually noticing him and watching him as he did. Tubbo buried a hand in Ranboo's hair, and the other leaned in. “What are you listening to?”

Ranboo didn't rush to explain, letting the comforting silence fill the space. When he spoke, it reminded Tubbo of soft flower petals and honey. “I didn't know Tommy's music taste was so…”

Tubbo blinked, turning to the disc lazily turning on the jukebox near them.

“-But in the end, I don't really care what you think,

Cause the bottom line is you make me happier than I’ve ever been...”

“wholesome.” He chuckled, fondly.

Tubbo hummed, unsurprised. “Tommy gave you these?”

Ranboo leaned more heavily in the couch. “Yeah. I don't know why, but…”

Tubbo's smile only deepened as he thought. Slowly, he replied, “I think he just wanted to show you he cared.”

Ranboo seemed to lose his breath a little, looking up at the other. “You think so…?”

Tubbo carded his fingers through Ranboo's hair, looking past Ranboo's twitching ears. “Tommy doesn't do things like these without reason. If he gave you something, it’s safe to say you mean a lot to him. He doesn't like to show it, usually, but… that I know.”

Ranboo stared at the turning of the discs, breathing softly. His tail curled around Michael. “Oh.”

Tubbo sat down at his feet and joined in.

Hearts warm, they laid there and listened until the sun had cast it's last rays and the jukebox no longer had a melody to spin.

***

Tommy sat behind the counter, feet on the counter, just trying to eat his discount chips while some people were being dumb children.

“Stop throwing the fucking food! I'll have to clean this up later!” He whined, to which Tubbo and Ranboo just threw him a glance, Tubbo’s apathetic and Ranboo's at least vaguely guilty, before Tubbo went right back and threw another gummy worm Ranboo's way.

Tommy scowled. “Seriously. At least pick them up and eat them.”

Ranboo made a face of disgust. “I'm not gonna eat candy off the floor, Tommy.”

“Yeah, some of us don't eat mud, Tommy.” Tubbo added.

“There’s no fucking mud here! It's a clean floor! You can totally pick them up and eat them, what the fuck!”

Tubbo raised his brows, staring. “Okay, then go and eat them, trash boy.”

“Okay, that's it.” Tommy raised to his feet, left his chip bag on the table and ran to Tubbo. Tubbo squawked, crawling onto the armchair he was reclining in to curl into a ball around his bag, but Tommy just threw himself onto the armchair with him, trying to reach for the candy. Which, considering the position, it was more like he was half-tickling, half hugging the other more than anything. “Give me that.”

Tubbo just burst out laughing, trying to hide deeper into the couch, attempting to kick the other away. “St-Stoppp!”

“C'mon, you disobeyed my shop's rules, I’m just confiscati-"

Something hit his head. Tommy stilled.

Ranboo peeked from behind his own candy bag, before digging into it again.

Tommy laid off of Tubbo slightly, raising like a puffed up cat. “Ranboo, you fuck!”

Tubbo laughed again, and Tommy was about to go on a murder spree, only for all the commotion to halt when they heard a sudden 4th voice.

Michael.

“Oh shit.”

Ranboo sighed. “He's awake. C'mon.”

Tubbo sighed as well, rolling out of the couch and dragging his feet towards the source of the oinks. “For the record, this is not my fault.”

Both of the other boys gave him the stink eye, but in the name of preserving needed ceasefire they held their tongues.

Michael was sitting up in Tommy's bed that resided in the backrooms, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and hiccuping. Tubbo reached for him, lifting him up. “Aww, did we wake you up? I'm sorry, little bossman.”

Michael clutched Tubbo's shirt, muttering something in piglin.

“He's asking what all that noise was.” Tommy quickly translated, before turning his eyes back to the kid and saying something soft in piglin back. Michael listened, seeming to quiet a little.

Ranboo, gathering that it was an affirmation, smiled and took one of Michael's hooves gently. “Yeah, we were just having fun. Do you want to have fun, too, Michael?”

Michael’s big eyes widened, and he wiggled in Tubbo's grip. “Ye! Ye!”

They chuckled, and Tubbo transferred his hold of Michael to Ranboo, who led the way in making it back to the front of the shop, chatting with his son all the while.

Tommy bumped his shoulder with Tubbo's as they walked, but didn't say anything further. Tubbo bit back a grin.

The next hour was spent feeding Michael and letting him listen to some new discs. Tommy even remembered he had some records that were in piglin, some songs, some stories, and put them on, which seemed to enrapture Michael quite a bit, immersed in the new voices and tales and familiarity. The three boys let him sit in Ranboo's lap and get lost in his own world, residing on a couch together and quietly chatting, around them comfortingly dark walls, bookshelves and the smell of wood and candles.

Eventually, the conversation steered.

“You know, Tommy, why don't you join us?”

…huh?

Tommy blinked, willing his breathing to restart and for the words to come. “W-what?”

Tubbo looked at him with warm eyes and a trepidant smile. “Like, how would you feel about coming to Snowchester? Live with us?”

Ranboo waved his hand. “Of course, you don't have to! But we just thought, you know, if you'd like a bit more, uh, company…”

“We want to be with you, is all.” Tubbo added quietly.

Tommy's heart raced, and he only blinked more, hands clutching the fabric of his pants. “B- be with me… are you…” he gulped down the butterflies clogging down his windpipes, still trying to understand that this is real. “are you sure…?”

Ranboo grinned, patting Michael's head idly. The piglin looked up at them. “Yeah! You're family, Tommy, after all.”

Tubbo tilted his head. As Tommy was still struggling to respond, he assured, “You don't have to if you don't want to, big man. No pressure.”

Tommy laughed, weak and breathless, but bright. “No, I-I’d- I'd really want that, but…” he gestured, trying to put his worries to sudden coherent sentences. “wouldn't that be… awkward? Like… you two, just, l-lovebirds," he chuckled clumsily, “and then there's… me, just, there?”

Tubbo shared a look with Ranboo, then turned back and laughed. “You won't be a third wheel, if that's what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, it's not like we’re really romantic partners, even, it'll be fine.” Ranboo said.

Tommy stilled.

Blinked.

“Uhw- what?”

The other two tensed, Tubbo quickly glancing at his husband before grimacing, thinking deep on how to explain it. “You know, we… we're not really… romantic? We just decided to marry? But we're… not platonic either, it's…”

“I-It's something inbetween. Queerplatonic is the word? I think?”

“It's hard to explain-"

“There's- there's a word for that? And you were- Like. Friends? Living together, this whole time??” Tommy reeled, head in hand.

“Well, not exactly friends, or at least, with how we decide to label our relationship, but… yes?”

“Oh my-" Tommy slumped forwards, now both of his hands holding his head upright, just. Breathing. “Shit. What the fuck. I…” he laughed, wrecked.

Tubbo and Ranboo stared at him, uncomfortable. Tubbo frowned. “Look, if you… if you're gonna say something, I’d rather-"

“No- nono, it's…” he raised his eyes, slowly, like coming out of a cave and into the light. His words tripped upon his tongue, but he was so eager to know. “So you two don't want… romantic partners?”

They blinked. “Not… particularly, no.” Ranboo replied. “…are you okay?”

Tommy laughed. It sounded stilted even to his ears, senses muddled as he was wrapped up in his own head, his own elated feelings, his heart nearly bursting at the seams. “I-I’m not alone.”

Tubbo stared, but then his eyes softened. He sighed, and his smile was immensely gentle, while looking at his friend. “Oh, Tommy…” Ranboo, beside him, wilted the same.

Michael, inbetween them, looked at all three of them silently.

“…Do you want a hug?” Tubbo quietly offered.

Tommy quickly nodded, slumping into Tubbo's side and burying his face in Tubbo's soft hair, not even caring for the way one of his horns poked into his cheek slightly. He held the other, and Tubbo held him. He felt the end of Ranboo's tail drape over his leg.

With a delicate tone and worn vocal chords, he quietly, and simply, admitted. “I'd love that. I'd really love that. Living with you three.”

Tubbo tightened his hold.

That night, Tommy fell asleep not alone, but with his two other closest people, his family. Safe, warm, with that insistent nagging at the back of his chest cavity, that told him he was alone, that he was wrong about himself, that he never even knew himself at all, finally silenced.

He had never felt more at home.

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kinksandkurlsss · 3 years

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Reader x Shino Aburame (One night stand)

Shino meets (Y/N), who happens to be a lecturer in the Entomology Department at Mountain Oak College, during a seminar at the Land Of Fire’s triennial teacher’s retreat. The two come across each other at the hotel bar later in the evening and one thing leads to another...

Warnings: NSFW, cursing and smut of course since it’s for @naruto-smut-monday’s Feb. “Love Bites” edition

Rows of empty coffee brown, cushioned seats stretched across the one-tiered auditorium. The four tall cream walls that encompassed the room were each swathed with heavy gray curtains that fell to the floor and patterned valances decorated with specks of gold, blue and the same color brown.

At the front of the room stood a large tacky poster. The high-letter yellow square had a clunky big, red font at the top that read “Land of Fire’s Teacher Retreat.” Underneath the font were four medium-sized squares colored in a harsh pink with dozens of white tabs detailing events and seminars scheduled for educators to attend over the next four days.

Less than half of the other roughly 400 teachers who had turned out for the retreat this year actually showed up for this morning’s first seminar. Truth be told, the bulk of the group was likely still sleeping off the effects of last night's open bar...

Shino involuntarily pursed his lips at the thought as he adjusted his lower back to settle more into his seat, which he found surprisingly very comfy, despite the uninviting, cumbersome golden loops and turns that lined its trim. Unlike the vast majority of his coworkers and colleagues who decided to stay out the night before, reaping the perks of the all-inclusive triennial engagement, Shino had been back in his hotel room by 9:50 p.m. to work on his lesson plan for the coming year.

It probably would have been time better well spent for the reserved educator, who had gotten great at suppressing his urges this past year, if he’d just allowed himself to loosen up and perhaps forgo his standard 2-beer minimum for once last night. He could have at least stayed at the bar for another hour or two to hang out more with his colleagues before retiring to his pajamas early, only to draw up potential pop quizzes for his students in preparation for the coming school year.

He had about 12 weeks to prepare his curriculum for a year-long course. And the 29-year-old, who was set to begin his third year teaching around the end of summer, had already outlined a 380-point lesson plan for the preteens.

But he was happy to get an early start on the work. He had no interest in things he perceived he’d argued to be an unnecessary waste of time when he weighed the impact he held in helping shape the future of the Leaf’s development in his hands.

At least not entirely...

He’d been about 15 minutes into the current seminar on children’s reading comprehension with two pages full of written notes -- front and back -- and there likely would have been more if you hadn’t been in the room, just several seats away from his.

He was finding it rather difficult not to steal glances at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking as you typed away on your laptop.

Your legs were of particular interest to the academy teacher, who had to force himself to look down at his notes every so often when he felt his face get hot as his eyes travelled the scope of your lower half.

You had worn a black, high-neck, sleeveless dress. It was professional, just above knee-length, but it also hugged your curves perfectly -- something Shino could certainly attest to.

Just… probably not out loud.

In his early twenties, when Shino had just begun seriously dating, it took him a while to become comfortable with pursuing a woman in his own way before she was actually able to tell he was interested. Whenever he developed an interest in a woman, the usually laid-back, cool shinobi would all of a sudden avoid talking to them, primarily in fear of tripping over his words in front of her … or actually just tripping.

And because he could be so flustered at times when he did communicate with the women he’d actually taken an interest in, he would have trouble holding a conversation early on and reading social cues.

The nervous energy he’d muster in these moments also didn’t mesh well with his actual bugs, which could become really excited sometimes under his skin whenever his pulse would suddenly sky-rocket after thinking himself into an internal meltdown.

But, with help from some of his friends, like Naruto and Kiba, in addition to a few pointers from Hinata, who could actually relate to Shino’s struggle with trying to talk to someone he liked, the young Aburame was able to improve his confidence and eventually find it easier to approach women.

In the following years, Shino even had a few relationships. Only, none of them were really serious. Although, it wasn’t from a lack of trying either on the women’s end of things.

As Shino transitioned from a shinobi to his path in education, he had just found himself busier and busier with trying to become the best teacher possible over the past three years.

A perfectionist at heart, the teacher constantly worked at improving his lesson plans, the class trips he organized and anything else that would require him to devote his days and weekends to reaching some pinnacle that even he, at this point, wasn’t sure looked like.

So much so, in fact, that he’d also been dealing with quite the dry spell -- which is where you started to come into the picture.

Today made Day 253 for the teacher without …. making some friction.

And by now, Shino could probably say the lack thereof in his life for the better part of a year could be a contributor to some of the growing frustration he’s been experiencing on and off in recent months.

Thanks to his bulky glasses and your own work for the present moment -- not to mention his background as a shinobi -- Shino was able to sneak more than a few glances at your figure at the start of the seminar. And they certainly were helpful in easing some of his pent-up frustration whenever he allowed his mind to wander for longer than a second.

The visuals of your ankles, especially, which had been wrapped in strappy, heeled sandals, leading up to your smooth legs, the curves of your waist and higher, were more than sufficient to help let the insect-user’s imagination run loose.

The sight immediately brought Shino’s mind to his hotel room, where he could see himself in flashes standing at the foot of his bed. There, Shino just stood as he drank in the sight of your legs laying bare before him on the surface of the bed, crinkling the crisp white top of the comforter that lay atop the mattress. His hungering gaze then travelled from your knees to your thick, naked thighs as they parted in the opposite direction, giving him access to your longing heat.

For a few moments, Shino shut his eyes to relish the brief images as he sat in the middle of the auditorium before straightening himself out in his chair after feeling a familiar stiffening in pants.

The teacher again suddenly found himself very appreciative for his clunky eyewear. Though he started to grow annoyed by the pink tinge he felt had begun to make too often an appearance on cheeks whenever he allowed his attention to succumb to his more … primal urges.

While Shino was taking moments between his notetaking and glances to imagine a lesser-clothed version of you, you had still been working on your laptop -- the same thing you’d been doing since about the time you arrived at the large room roughly 20 minutes before the seminar started.

You were writing a book exploring the nesting behaviors of some of your favorite insect species -- an area you focused on heavily as a lecturer in the Entomology Department at Mountain Oak College.

Out of the 90 teachers who actually arrived at the non-mandatory, but still advised, engagement set for 8 a.m., you and Shino had been the only two attendees to arrive before start time.

After squinting briefly at your name badge as you passed him into the auditorium earlier, he discovered you were a university lecturer with a focus in entomology. He wasn’t able to find out where you were employed since the font spelling the school name had been three sizes smaller, much to his disappointment.

But he also didn't try to gaze too long as he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of you possibly looking down from the notepad you’d been reading only to see him focusing too much on your breast area, where the tag was pinned.

For the record, he was just looking at the tag… initially.

You surprised him though when you’d decided to take a seat roughly five chairs down from him, especially given the nearly six empty rows of other chairs that filled the auditorium at the time.

He’d also been surprised when you immediately greeted him upon looking up from your notepad after settling in your chair, sending him a soft smile. You then took out your laptop and began typing.

You’d worn your thick [y/h/c] hair pulled back. You thought it felt way more kinky this morning than it had on other mornings, but that’s just because you had to spend extra time moisturizing and parting it today since you’d worn it up yesterday.

Your curls were also a point of attraction for the insect-user, who thought they’d looked regal. Halfway through the seminar, he started wondering how long your hair was while gazing briefly at the spirals between taking notes. How it smelled. How it would feel between his fingers.

He’d wanted to expand on the greeting when you both first met before the seminar to try and strike up a conversation with you. But he stopped short of opening his mouth again once he saw you take your laptop out to continue your work.

Though he was instantly drawn to you upon meeting you for the first time today, his thoughts had initially been more on the innocent side at least.

First he tried to guess what area of entomology you specialized in by looking at you. He thought it was stupid, but that didn’t stop him from drawing up a list of a few focuses. It ended up being a tie between medical entomology or forensics.

To his credit, you had previously considered writing a book expanding on a dissertation you devoted a year to on the impacts of certain insects native to the Land of Fire on human health.

Twenty minutes had probably gone by in the seminar when Shino began to randomly click the end of his pen from time to time to help him regain focus on the speaker, a grumpy balding man whose monotone voice had half of those who did bother to show up this morning buried into their phones. But Shino’s glances still managed to find your figure every so often, adding fuel to some of the more inappropriate thoughts he’d tried to quiet earlier.

Scenes of your parted thighs found their way back at the front of Shino’s mind yet again. Your breathing had grown husky as you began to prop your upper half up by your elbows. Your eyes were half-lidded, lust-filled as you started to raise one of your hands to motion for him to come to you. In his thoughts, Shino had also suddenly been naked, eager to join you as your mouth parted a small gap at the sight of him.

Then, out of nowhere during the seminar, your head turned slightly in his direction, snapping him out of his daydream and prompting him to almost give himself whiplash when he abruptly looked up at the stage to avert your attention.

He didn’t know for sure if you had seen him looking at you from the side, but neither did you. You had actually just turned your head a little to give your neck a small stretch when you noticed his head tilted in your direction. He also hadn’t been taking any notes at the time, but perhaps he was thinking of something? With his glasses on, it seemed hard to tell.

Even though he hadn’t really noticed, you had also allowed your gaze to wander over him at random points during the seminar whenever he seemed to actually be taking notes.

You found the teacher attractive, which was a big part of the reason you’d taken the seat several spaces down from him -- though you weren’t as easily distracted at the time since your book had kept you occupied.

At least at first...

For about 10 more minutes, Shino managed to at least pretend to be tuned into today’s seminar. But that task proved way more difficult when he heard a small squeal from your direction.

When he slowly looked over your way to figure out the source of the noise, he saw you swiftly, but quietly, clasp your hands together over your mouth for a few moments after you had just closed your laptop for what felt like the first time in months.

You had just officially finished editing the first draft for your book.

Feeling his eyes briefly look in your direction for that moment, you welcomed the glance, giddily looking back at him while also trying to suppress the urge to hunch your shoulders in excitement before quickly mouthing “sorry” to him and the seminar speaker seconds later.

Shino smiled at you in return, seeming a little amused by your antics, which prompted you to further embrace the excitement stemming from your newest achievement with a wide grin.

“I’d been working on that book nonstop for 8 months,” you told him in a strained whisper from a few chairs down.

Shino widened his eyes with realization in response.

So, that’s what she was working on, he thought.

“Congratulations,” Shino responded to you in a soft, raspy whisper. “What’s it on?”

You eagerly took a big breath and, to Shino’s surprise, started to collect your laptop and purse. Moments later, you then tried, as softly as you could, to click-clack in your heels over to the seat next to him.

You were always excited to talk to anyone about your book, which would be your first as an author. But a part of you had also been interested in feeling out the attractive teacher.

You could tell from his legs that he was definitely much taller than you, thankfully. You were tired of being eye level with some of the guys you’ve been out with in the past when you’d decide to wear your heels.

He also had great bone structure and a nice smile. But he seemed a little serious. He looked smart. His broad shoulders were definitely a magnet for you, in addition to what seemed to be a solid set of abs from the way his green button-up shirt clung to his frame. And his cool, scratchy voice. Lord, send help.

Spending the last few months devoting almost all of yourself to your work and new book had taken a toll on your schedule, particularly when it came to your personal life.

And, at first encounter, you couldn’t help but think Shino definitely seemed the trappings of a good lay. Potentially.

You also made a mental note to give yourself a pat on the back later for setting up the play by sitting in his row for the seminar earlier. And since you were pretty sure he had checked you out a few times during the start of the seminar, even though you’ll admit it was difficult to tell from his glasses, you began to surmise a game could be in motion.

You ended up spending the next and final half hour of the seminar gushing over your book and the migration patterns of the species you explored in the work in your conversation with Shino, who also turned out to be way more interested in the subject than you’d predicted.

During your conversation, the skilled insect-user opened up about how he would take his fascination with insects further at an early age than the other kids in the Aburame Clan. Whenever he got the chance, Shino said he would use any spare time to conduct research and observation on the species most commonly found in Konohagakure. He also wouldn’t shy away from taking the time to document other species he’d encounter on his earlier missions for fun.

Bugs had always been intriguing to Shino, which prompted him to learn about a number of areas of study pertaining to the arthropod animals, feeding his thirst for knowledge in the field outside of his duties as a shinobi and, now, educator.

The sensation you enjoyed from sharing whispers close to his ear as you took advantage of the small space between you both also wasn’t lost on you.

He smelled like soap and a hint of spice from some kind of body spray. His shoulders were easy to stare at, broad and muscular. You found yourself imagining being held in them at one moment before snapping out of the daydream and continuing to listen to him.

His voice, which was low and gruff, was also a turn-on. What you’d give to hear him say your name in the throes of passion. Shit.

A second later, you found yourself bringing your hand to your neck, touching your necklace, as you let visions of what he would be like in bed flash in your mind.

Effects of the tiny space you both now shared were also felt by Shino as well. Sometimes, you could feel him tense his legs together on and off whenever he felt your breath lightly touch the side of his face.

He didn’t usually take it upon himself to try and decipher when someone was flirting with him, but he was definitely hopeful that you were. So, he allowed himself to take advantage of the close proximity too, briefly moving once in a while to allow his leg to touch yours as you both shared whispers back and forth.

Though the occurrence seemed to happen at random, you also took special notice when it did, sometimes smiling a little bit wider in response.

Halfway into the conversation, you began to study his frame with short glances while pretending to lean back for a stretch.

You figured he had about 8 inches on you -- height-wise, of course. Though you began to wonder at one point what else he had around 8 inches before slightly choking on your tea at the thought. He stopped in the middle of talking briefly to ask if you were okay, genuinely looking concerned as he put his large hand on your shoulder, exciting your nerves there and eventually further below before you were able to collect yourself and tell him you were fine.

He then reluctantly removed his hand from your skin, which he found very soft, before he continued on discussing the nesting habits of some of the species he recognized that you mentioned researching in your book, all the while fighting off tempting thoughts of how soft the rest of your body would feel against his touch.

After the seminar ended, you both stood up and collected your items. The close, intimate proximity you both shared in the brief discussion felt more pronounced after the sudden change in altitude settled in, coupled with the bright yellow lighting in the auditorium.

While taking a brief glance around the room, which seemed to have filled a little more than halfway up since the seminar started a while ago, you began to take in some of the nosy stares from a few of the older educators nearby.

Realizing the optics of how his and your cozy conversation probably looked to some of your colleagues -- two teachers huddled up tightly together toward the front, whispering close to each other’s ears and stealing glances -- you and Shino started feeling a little awkward.

You then turned to Shino with a wide grin at the situation, which, in turn, elicited, an intrigued, knowing smile of his own.

“Welp,” you exclaimed. “It was nice to meet you, Shino,” you told the teacher before giving him a somewhat firm handshake.

“I’ve got to jet, but don’t be a stranger,” you added. You thought it best to play it cool since you were certain you’d see the teacher again during the retreat, which you were scheduled to attend for the next two days before you had to take a train to a few towns over for a speaking engagement.

“Likewise,” Shino said in that raspy voice that made you feel like you had a heartbeat in your panties. You also noticed he’d been holding onto your hand a little longer even after you loosened your grip as you started to turn for the other direction of the door.

“And congratulations on finishing your draft. I am more than sure it will make for quite the captivating read,” he added before letting go of your hand, allowing it to slide out of his.

“Thanks, see you later,” you breathed out between a smile, prompting a half up-turned grin from the teacher, while you continued to head for the door.

After gathering his items and putting on his backpack, Shino casually walked out of the door about a minute later, sliding his hands into his pockets. By the time he exited the room, you had already been nearing the staircase down the hall to go up to your room.

Aware of the possible view the teacher might have had of you from behind, you swayed your hips slightly as you sped up to the stair entrance. You couldn’t help but beam from the built-up excitement of the moment as you took out your cell to text your friend and coworker, Indigo, about finishing your draft and, of course, the teacher from Konoha.

Luckily for him, he was able to enjoy an uninterrupted view of your backside for several moments, watching you adjust the hem of your dress as it hiked up slightly, before entering the staircase.

Shino stopped briefly in the hall to collect himself as an almost involuntary hum started to build in his throat. He then channeled some of his pent-up energy into dragging his hand through the roots of his hair and biting his lip for a second before continuing to head back to his own room, where he was no doubt in for a long shower later on.

“By the time I turned to go up stairs, I saw him looking down at the ground. Girl, he looked like he was biting his lip,” you recounted to Indigo between screams inside your hotel room roughly 10 minutes later.

Indigo, who had bolted from her room to your door with her baggy polka dot pajamas and a huge grin as you walked upstairs after seeing your text, offered a hearty cackle in response.

“Damn! If I’d known there would have been some fine ass teachers in the AM seminar I would have at least tried to get there maybe 30 minutes late after the night I had,” Indigo exclaimed.

Indigo had been one of the large number educators on the retreat that had opted instead to stay out late last night and enjoy the open bar. And, honestly, you couldn’t blame her. You would've likely been there right alongside her getting buzzed if it hadn't been for your last shred of determination to finish the small amount of editing that remained for the first draft of your book.

“Oh wait! So, does this mean you’re coming to the bar with us tonight?” Indigo said, practically reading your thoughts, “since your draft is done, congratulations again by the way, and, you know,” she continued cheesily elbowing you, “the sexy teacher?”

“Um, yeah! I’m celebrating tonight, and, hopefully getting some,” you said with a wide smile before you and Indigo burst into another fit of laughter in your room.

You and Indigo had been working together at Mountain Oak for the past few years. She was a lecturer in the Biology Department, where she specialized in plant breeding. You both met during an orientation for faculty since you were hired around the same time.

She’d been in the same group as you when she heard you share a stupid joke about how photons would probably save money on luggage during vacations because they travel light. She snorted a gulp of water she had been taking at the time through her nose in response, and the rest was history.

As the laughter began to die down between you two inside your room, you took the chance to ask her a question you’d been keeping in the back of your mind for the past several minutes.

“Sooo… this brings me to something I kinda wanted to ask you,” you said, before awkwardly fiddling your thumbs as you put on your most innocent smile.

Indigo, very aware of what that smile meant, then straightened her face before going on to ask you flatly: “What, woman?”

“Okay, damn!” you said laughing. “I …. wanted to know if I could borrow your really cute, very sexy freakum dress for tonight.”

You adored that red dress of hers.

Both of you had spotted it at the mall in your village during one of your monthly shopping trips and instantly fell in love. To make matters worse, there was only one dress left in a size [y/s] at the time, which you both wore.

You both decided then to settle the matter of who would get to go home with the fitted number with a battle of rock, paper, scissors. But, whoever won, you agreed upon then, would have to let the other wear the dress one time as a kind of consolation prize.

Unfortunately, you obviously lost the match, as well as the “two out of three” and “6 out of 10” matches that followed, that day -- rock, paper, scissors had never really been your forte -- and Indigo went home with the dress. But, luckily for you now, you hadn’t used your freebie yet and you knew for a fact Indigo had packed it because she always packs the dress for backup on trips like these in case she meets a sexy stranger of her own and has to pull out the stops.

Indigo was instantly aware of the dress you were referring to and, in response, gave you a most annoyed eye roll.

“You and this ‘Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants’ bullshit,” Indigo said with an irritated glance, eliciting a cackle from you.

“Wait a minute though, you came up with the idea of letting whoever lost that day have one freebie to wear the dress!” you said back.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have if I had known how trash you’d be at the game,” Indigo said, laughing at you.

She then dragged her feet to walk to her room across the hall, and, within a few minutes, opened your door to reluctantly hand over the dress.

You stood up to grab the backless number, smiling at your beloved friend and coworker, as you started to retreat back to your bed. Only, you noticed Indigo hadn’t let go, donning her saddest little pout while gazing at the dress. She then set her gaze on you suddenly, before her face went flat again to say, “Please, don’t fuck until after the dress is off.”

Indigo then let go, prompting a smile from you as you gathered the dress in your hands. “I make no promises!” you said before quickly telling Indigo you were kidding after her jaw dropped.

“Thank you, thank you, thank youuuuuuu!” you told her excitedly while squeezing her in a bare hug.

“And wear panties!” she managed to breath out in the tight hug.

Once Shino got back to his room after the seminar, he rushed to take off his backpack and clothes, eager to hop into a warm shower to continue some of his thoughts about you from earlier without disruption this time.

The teacher was out of his shoes and button-up top within seconds of reaching his bathroom door, bringing his hands to his tented zipper to free himself from the increasingly restraining fabric.

For the first time since he’d seen you in the seminar a little while ago, Shino allowed himself to imagine him joining you naked on that hotel bed, slowly making his way to your frame, hearing your breathing intensify as you felt him start to lower himself onto you.

A deep breath released Shino’s clenched teeth as the insect-user began to feel his bugs buzz below his skin once he brought the zipper down completely. Shino then palmed himself through his boxers, while scenes of you gasping from below him ran through his head.

But then, out of nowhere, he heard a series of knocks sound at the door.

The sudden noise caused Shino to immediately stand upright before prompting a string of silent curses seconds later from the teacher, who had been feet away from turning on the shower.

Looking down at the inches that had begun to poke out from the new opening in his pants below his waistband, Shino took a few deep breaths before snatching a sweater from the top of his open suitcase and heading to the door.

“Yes?!” Shino had said more loudly than he intended as he started to adjust himself in his pants, becoming more frustrated while pulling the zipper back up as he approached the door.

When he opened the door, Shino mentally let out another round of curses once he was met with a smiling Anko, his coworker.

While Shino had a great deal of respect for Anko for her contributions to the Leaf, and also continued to view her as somewhat of a mentor since he’d met the former shinobi during his first time taking the chunin exams, he hadn’t been exactly happy to see the instructor at this time for obvious reasons.

Anko, immediately sensing Shino’s seemingly perturbed state, stilled momentarily before saying hello to the teacher.

“Hey,” Shino said in a tone that sounded more strained and slightly higher than his usual smooth, low voice, something Anko had also taken notice of.

“Err-- hey, buddy,” she said seconds later, furrowing her eyebrows some to try to get an idea of what was off about him.

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to come get some dango with the rest of us,” she continued to say before gesturing to a group of other educators at their academy that were going along for the snack.

After taking a look over at some of his coworkers, who also seemed to be looking at the teacher more attentively after picking up on the slight moodiness, Shino took a deep breath and agreed.

“Sure,” he said in a tone more cool and closer to his normal voice after managing to yet again stuff his frustrations further to the back of his mind . “Let me just grab my coat.”

You both didn’t see each other again until around 11 p.m., which was around when the bar downstairs started giving out free drinks to attendees that had their laminated tags for the retreat.

You had come down to celebrate finishing your draft with some of your coworkers when you noticed Shino at the back table, surrounded by a group of other people with tags that you guessed were some of his coworkers.

Shino wasn’t initially interested in going to the open bar tonight, wanting to do more to fine tune his lesson plan instead. But he decided to take the trip down after Anko told him on the way back to the hotel from their dango trip earlier that the “hot bug lady” could also be down here celebrating later.

The teacher, who still wondered why he said anything to Anko about you at all earlier, rolled his eyes at the nickname she had given you before he began trying to look inconspicuously around the dimly-lit bar a few times. He had only been there for 20 minutes before he started getting tired of some of the loud, slurred conversation erupting from the group around him.

It wasn’t until after he started to run close to his 2-beer minimum that his eyes finally connected with yours across the bar.

You both shared a smile with each other before you looked back at your own coworkers, not wanting to be rude, which prompted Shino to also return his gaze to his table momentarily, even though he had still wanted to focus his attention on you.

You both went on to steal a few more glances at the other, however, until you and him caught each other’s eyes at the same time about 15 minutes later. This time though, you started to laugh and Shino even chuckled to himself before you began to break away from your group. Indigo, the only coworker you told about Shino, saw you getting ready to leave from the other side of your group and made a knowing grin at you as she saw you exchanging looks with the teacher making his way to the bar counter.

You got there first and got drinks with your retreat badge for the two of you as he cut through a jam-packed crowd of teachers partying at the end of the bar counter.

Once he’d gotten halfway through the group, you could feel him giving you a brief onceover when he started to approach as he took in your red, snug dress while you pretended to look at the menu. The look melted your insides and the temperature only seemed to get hotter when you turned your body toward him as he quickly licked his bottom lip.

The teacher had worn a sharp, dark green jacket, adorned with what looked like a wooden design at the collar along with a pair of black pants and dress shoes. It was difficult to make out the design at first glance because of the lighting at the bar.

You fought back a giggle when you saw he seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes off of you again tonight as he made his way closer, at least judging from how his head tilted slightly down and up as he approached, following how your curves were accentuated by the tight number, which stopped around mid-thigh, and your black, closed-toed heels.

You’d also worn your kinky hair half-up, with the rest of the curls framing your face and kissing the top of your shoulder. You paired the look with medium-sized golden hoop earrings and used an excessive amount of shea butter lotion to give your skin a subtle sheen, which managed to shine a little when the light hit right.

Not to mention, you had also opted for your black backless lace bra and a matching thong in the off chance you bumped into the handsome teacher again tonight, like you had hoped, while celebrating.

By the time Shino settled into his seat on the cushioned stool next to you, the drinks had already arrived.

“Bourbon,” he said, taking a deep exhale after taking his first sip.

“Just one of those nights,” you responded, trying to give him your most innocent grin possible before starting to laugh in an attempt to ease any of the nerves you felt bubbling in your stomach.

“You deserve it,” he said with a slightly more serious undertone after a few moments of looking at you.

“Thanks,” you replied with a softer smile, taking another deep breath as you took in the view in front of you.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been able to just sit at a bar and not worry about having some book deadline hanging over me,” you added before allowing your eyes to close for a few seconds and exhaling more deeply.

“I can relate,” Shino responded candidly, inching his upper body a little closer to you in his seat. “I’ve spent the whole beginning of my summer vacation trying to develop the ‘perfect’ lesson plans,” he continued, smiling softly as he used his fingers to make air quotes with the adjective.

The two of you spoke more about Shino’s classes and his students. When he stopped briefly to finish the remainder of his drink, you took a double look at his collar. This time, you rubbed your eyes quickly in the dark bar to make out what the pins were at the top of his jacket.

“Wow, that’s so cool!” you said while jumping to your feet to examine his collar more closely. “They’re kikaichūs!”

The acknowledgement jolted Shino a little bit, especially when coupled with the feeling of your thighs touching the inside of his legs, bringing back that familiar stiffening.

Shino’s breath hitched quickly as you inched back a little to the edge of your seat, and began excitedly naming random facts about the special insect breed that had held such significance to his clan’s way of life. You pretended not to notice his brief reaction to your sudden movement, though you couldn’t help but break into a wide smile.

Damn, he smelled intoxicating. This time, there was a hint of something a little sweet. Maybe apple or pineapple. And underneath that scent, notes of leather? Was that wood?

You allowed your mind to journey to thoughts of how it would feel to snuggle your head in the crook of his neck in the bathroom at the end of the bar. Being pinned against the wall as the teacher gripped your sides, quickly sliding you up and down, drawing a series of moans from the both of you only to be drowned out by the loud noise of the bar.

You averted your eyes momentarily after feeling yourself cock your head as you ventured further into your daydream, staring at Shino’s soft lips. At least they looked soft.

You smiled as you saw a light shade of red form on the teacher’s cheeks during your short-lived daydream, making you lick your lips as a short breath escaped his.

From there, as the alcohol began to set in more, you both just let loose of any other nerves you still had and talked about anything. Not just bugs, though there was a longer window of time you both devoted to the territoriality of certain insects, but you also discussed music and dissected your favorite films and foods.

The conversation between you two hit pause sometime around 1:00 a.m., when you both realized how late it was and thought it might be a good time to hunker down for the night.

“Well then,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah,” Shino said, lightly chuckling -- something you noticed him doing a lot more of tonight. You chalked it up to the effects of the alcohol.

A moment of awkward silence passed as you both started to slowly collect your room keys and tags.

Neither of you wanted to leave the other. It was clear you both had some chemistry. Plus, he laughed at your bug puns -- an instant way to win brownie points.

The sexual tension was also undeniable. Throughout the entire night, you both had been stealing glances at the other, checking them out when it seemed like they weren’t looking, excluding the few times you ogled his frame when you knew he was.

Your more blatant stares also did not go unnoticed by Shino, who would reposition his thighs in his seat sometimes to better conceal the hardness forming in his pants when he saw your eyes traveling there in brief moments before you hastily brought them back to his gaze, softly pursing your lips.

“You know,” Shino began to say, clearing his throat as he glanced down at the dark gray carpeted floor, “If you’re still interested looking at some of the documents I have on the nesting behaviors of the kidaichū, I’d be h-happy to show you a few I have on hand in my suitcase upstairs.”

Trying to read between the lines, you took a closer step to his build, smiling.

“Sure, when were you thinking?” you responded in a more airy tone.

“W-Well...” he started with a deep breath, looking up to process the closened proximity between you two and your soft voice.

“I mean I’m not tired now if you wanna,” you started to cut him off eagerly before tilting your head in the direction of the upstairs. “So long as you’re not tired yet.”

Shino’s mouth gaped open for a brief moment before you began to say, “Or we could do some other ti—”

“I-I would love to,” he tried to say cooly but ended up blurting out.

The teacher felt his bugs jitter slightly under his skin as he worked to keep his nerves in check. While Shino had certainly had sex before, it was a somewhat of a rarity for him to become intimate with a person he just met. It usually took at least a few weeks of knowing someone beforehand until he would feel more comfortable with the idea of sex.

“Great,” you responded, trying to fight back another giggle over the show of excitement on his end. You then started for the door, wading through the crowd of drunken patrons as he followed close behind.

When you both approached the staircase, Shino sped up briefly to open the door for you as you slipped inside.

“Thank you,” you cooed in response.

“My pleasure,” he responded slowly while savoring the sight of your passing frame.

You took the first steps up the stairs and Shino allowed a little distance between you both before he also started on the stairs as he took in your form on the short trek up.

The teacher’s eyes were glued to your bare backside, watching as your hips swung from side to side with every step. He could feel himself hardening as his gaze travelled from the top of your shoulders to the small of your naked back. His eyes would then make their way back down to your ass and, later, your calves, which he fixated on as he saw how the muscles would flex from the arched step of your heel as you closed in on the top of the staircase.

You slowed your pace, allowing Shino to close the gap between you once you were feet away from the door. You then stopped suddenly to turn the handle before taking a large step back to open the door, which made you bump into Shino briefly, allowing your ass to brush against the erection that had begun to form in his pants before continuing to walk through the doorway.

You heard a heavy inhale in your ear as you arched your back against his front in that second. It took everything in you to continue through that door after you lightly bumped against his bulge.

Once you both got to his hotel room, which had been all the way down the hall from yours, he started to fumble with the key. His hand seemed to tremble for a brief moment as he went to slide the plastic through the slit to open the door.

You locked it immediately once you both were inside.

“So, my documents are somewhere over here,” he began to say as he hurried over to his stacks of folders and lesson plans on top of the dresser next to his bed.

“Okay, I’m just going to go to the bathroom real quick,” you said, playing along with his mini charade, pointing at the door at the other side of the room as you rushed inside to freshen up.

After taking several moments to force yourself to pee, you wiped and removed the panty liner you had put on before leaving your room just to make sure everything stayed nice and fresh down there.

While washing your hands, you took a few moments to check out your hair, adjust your bra, do a sniff check under the arms and quickly look for anything in your teeth.

You also took a second to text Indigo your whereabouts, prompting a series of eggplant and splashing water emojis to fill your chat with her in less than a minute, before taking a few breaths and opening the door.

Shino had already taken a seat on the burgundy couch across from his bed with one hand briefly waving a packet of papers, donning a slightly strained grin as his legs were tightly closed together.

“Found ‘em!” he exclaimed as you stood in the doorway of his bathroom, offering your own forced smile while pondering how this night was about to go while you hoped he wasn’t serious.

Refocusing yourself on the mission at hand, you straightened up before taking a seat close to him on the couch, letting your thighs touch.

Shino deeply exhaled moments after as he began to gather the papers in his lap and started to show you some he had on the external anatomies on the kidaichū.

“Oh, very interesting,” you said, leaning your upper half closer to his as you looked over his shoulder. And you weren’t lying. They certainly were interesting to you.

But it was safe to say something else preoccupied your mind for the time being as you started to feel Shino tense up while you turned your head to face him.

Feeling your breath on his cheek, Shino started to tense up and began trying to pace his breathing as he felt the bugs underneath his skin shudder when his pulse rate started to rise and his dick pressed further against his pants.

You both shared a deep look at the other as you started to lean further in, slowly raising your hands to his glasses. You paused in place for a moment when Shino’s breath stopped momentarily as your hands started to touch his frames before you went on to continue removing them.

His cheeks pinkened as you stared at his features, specifically the deep, ebony eyes that stared back into your own.

“Very handsome,” you said breathlessly as you started to cradle one side of his chin, prompting a light smile from Shino, who’d begun to breathe more rapidly, before you inched closer to share your first kiss of the night.

You both exchanged sweet, soft kisses as he started to bring his hands to your waist. You then opened your mouth a little to lightly take the tip of your tongue across his lips, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

Eager to increase the heat after your hand slightly brushed across the now very hard imprint in his pants, you brought your leg over his front to straddle him.

The move earned a low grunt from Shino as he began to reach for the bottom of your dress, hastily rounding up the inches of fabric in his hands to grab your ass.

The sensation caused you to moan against Shino’s lips while rotating your hips against his before settling yourself directly over his solid bulge. You began to feel a fire grow in your lower stomach, your bodies becoming more entwined as Shino’s hands roamed your body, his fingertips leaving a trail of heat behind them.

Shino clenched his teeth as you brought your lips to his neck, alternating between love bites and sucking along the tensed muscles stretching from his ear to his collarbone, while you pressed your breasts against his chest. The action prompted the teacher to squeeze your ass even harder while beginning to buck his hips against yours.

Shino couldn’t remember the last time he felt this turned on. Underneath his skin, a low buzz began to build as he felt himself growing against his zipper while you both rolled your hips against each other, gaining in force as the sound of heavy breathing started to echo in the quiet room.

Feeling a slight vibration from under your fingertips, your kisses and hands paused in their movements briefly around his neck to look at the teacher.

Shino quickly grew anxious, becoming insecure about the effects of his bugs. “They’re -- the kikaichū -- it just ha-happens sometimes when I get excited and my p-pulse starts to go faster,” he said with an awkward smile, concerned about how you would react.

“I’m sorr--” he went on to say before your mouth slammed against his for another wet kiss, arching your back against his front before you began to suck on his bottom lip and give it a soft tug with your teeth, prompting a gulp from the teacher.

“I think that is very sexy,” you breathed against Shino’s lips as the teacher let out a small whimper before you licked along his lips and devoured his soft mouth again.

“Shit,” Shino managed to say breathlessly between your kisses after you went on to start rolling your hips against his.

When he felt his pants become too tight, Shino clenched your ass forcefully before suddenly loosening his hands to reclaim your dress and raise it over your head, tossing it somewhere across the room.

The quick move garnered an airy laugh from your end as you grinned once he turned to his gaze back to your face and then your frame, seeming to make a mental record of the sight of you in your underwear before letting out a deep breath.

“Great,” you said, smirking. “I look forward to having to find that in the morning.”

Shino smiled in awe at you before taking a few moments to stare more intensely into your eyes. “You are the most stunning woman I have ever seen,” he said, allowing his eyes to rake in your body once more.

The moment prompted you to let out a loud laugh before you slowly found yourself growing lost in his unfazed gaze moments later, looking more closely back at him with squinted eyes as he remained in what looked like a trance.

Neither of you were sure what you felt in this second. You both knew you had only just met each other literally hours ago. But there was also something about this unquestionable connection you both felt for each other in this moment.

Maintaining the gaze you and him both held, you reached both of your hands behind your neck as you unhooked the clear straps of your bra, letting it fall to the ground.

Shino’s breath stilled at the image.

You smiled at him while bringing your hands to the collar of his jacket, unzipping the green garment before he leaned closer to your face. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth was slightly opened as he brought his lips to yours while you began removing the clothing.

The embrace grew deeper when he pressed into you, both of you explored the others’ mouths with your tongues as you reached for the back of his head to free his long hair from his bun, only to drown your fingers in it.

Shino’s breath stilled again when your hands began to travel down to his waist band before he raised one of his own hands to cradle your head while the other kneaded your lower back. He had never felt this aroused before. The more he tried to restrain himself, your touches and kisses intensified, as if you were chasing him, refusing to quit until he allowed himself to submit to you.

Once his pants were unzipped, Shino grabbed both of your thighs on either side and picked you up, remaining locked on your lips as he brought you to his king-sized bed.

His pants were off by the time he started to hover over you on the feather-filled comforter, dipping lower to kiss your neck and fit his hands around each of your breasts, drawing a whimper from you.

The teacher then took one nipple into his mouth, planting kisses and light nibbles around the rest of the breast while massaging and pinching the other before alternating.

By the time Shino travelled to the center of your legs, you had both hands outstretched to either side of the bed, clenching the sheets.

“Dear god,” you said, panting as Shino steadied on his knees while taking your figure in again, smirking when you shuddered as his large hands slid up your bent knees, spreading them apart further like butterfly wings. The sudden vibrations from his digits felt on your knees made you jolt for a second before you got used to the faint on-and-off buzz.

Shino then lowered his lips to your laced trimmed thong, dragging his pointed tongue from the wet spot that formed in the middle of the underwear up to your clit through the thin fabric.

His tongue travelled up and down the sides of the flesh that rested outside of the small bit of clothing, teasing you as you started to feel a swell of anticipation for whatever the teacher had planned next.

When you took a moment to breathe in a hail mary to pace yourself for what was to come, Shino used one finger to slide the thin fabric to one side of your lower lips before flattening his tongue to take a lap from your vagina to just short of your clit.

A loud gasp left your mouth, prompting Shino to grin before he started to work his way around your lips below, making slow licks up and down repeatedly before bringing up his other hand to enter a finger while the first held down your hips.

After turning his finger to press against your g-spot, his mouth traveled to your bare clit for the first time, where he began to suck as he repeatedly bended his finger with light pressure to make the come hither motion.

The combination of his tongue and the low vibration from the kikaichū in his finger yielded a series of moans from you as your legs widened while you took hold of his hair in your hands. You began to grind your pussy against his chin as he started to use his tongue to flick your clit as you tried to reach your first climax.

“There! Shino! Yes!” you exclaim with no care for your neighbors as you reached your peak.

Your moans and whimpers served as gasoline for the teacher’s ego as he used the sounds as fuel to continue greedily sipping and slurping at your lower lips and clit. Overcome with pleasure, you tried to scoot away from Shino after the sensation became too much, only to be gripped by the waist by both of his buzzing hands until he finished lapping up the last of your juices.

It wasn’t until after he felt your legs completely gave out on both sides of his head that Shino finally came back up, his lustful eyes zeroing on yours as he started to yank down his boxers. When you were able to hold your eyes open again for more than a second moments later, you couldn't help but drop your jaw when you saw what the teacher did next.

With his gaze glued to yours and a smug look beginning to form on his face, the teacher then went on to raise his wet hand and use it to collect the excess juices that shined on his chin and lips. Once his cocky grin was clean, he dragged the slippery digits below his waist and slid them up and down his bouncing dick for lubricant.

His eyes remained the same the entire time, consuming your splayed figure and letting out a grunt when he saw you bite your lip as you tried to figure out whatever the hell just happened here.

“Sweet Devonian Rhyniognatha hirsti,” you muttered in a low, broken voice to yourself as you started to brace yourself when you saw Shino prepare to crawl toward you, his broad, muscular shoulders appearing to rotate while he move on his hands and knees like a predator in your direction.

But then suddenly, to your surprise, Shino stopped in his trail. The teacher’s eyes, still hungry, became more squinted as his mouth evolved into an amused, confused smile at what you just said. “Wait, what did you just say?” Shino asked, genuinely intrigued for a moment.

“Oh, you weren’t supposed to hear that,” you shot back, with an embarrassed smile and a light chuckle. “I say it in the office sometimes wh-whenever something really absolutely,” you said with a deep exhale, “crazy good happens. It’s widely considered to be the oldes--”

“The oldest known insect,” Shino said, grinning ear to ear now as his knees resumed their slow stealth prowl over to your direction, his dick bouncing with every closer inch.

“Yeah,” you said before your breath caught in your throat as his face hovered above yours, giving you that same lustful gaze he had been making at you since you both got in bed.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said in a deep voice just inches away from your mouth, before slowly lowering himself between your parted thighs and locking his lips with yours as he started to wrap one of your legs behind his back.

Your hips rolled against his as you started to feel his dick twitch against your thigh. You gasped against his lips as he began to reach down between you two to slide his dick up and down your wet lips before reaching the outer edge of the entrance.

Your hands dug into his shoulders as he began to enter, tilting your head back momentarily to bask in the sensation of him filling you.

Shino’s mouth dropped as he started to feel your warm, slick walls suck him in. The buzz underneath his skin had managed to stay at a low vibration during the night as he tried to continue pacing himself on and off throughout your heated affair. But you both felt it begin to grow stronger beneath his flesh as his pulse started to rise during his first thrusts.

He wanted nothing more in this moment than to be consumed by you, and you, by him. As the sound of your wet skin slapping against his started to fill the room, Shino fell deeper under your spell.

“Damn,” Shino exclaimed against your lips as he started to feel your walls pulse, prompting him to dip deeper as your legs began to wobble around him.

It felt as if a current had rippled from your center through to the edges of your body. Your breaths became more shallow as the sensation flowed through you, while Shino’s panting only grew louder along with the vibrations below his flesh from the feeling of being squeezed in short bursts inside you as the thrusts continued.

Shino gritted his teeth at the feeling, while bringing your legs to his shoulders as he gained speed.

You savored each others’ bodies, touches, scents in minutes that felt like seconds.

Everything felt amazing to Shino. With every press forward, Shino felt himself become more satiated by your body, and, yet, yearning even more for you at the same.

“God, yes, yes, yes!” you said, your words beginning to slur as Shino grunts became louder in between your sounds.

Shino arched back before releasing a series of animalistic growls against your cheek while his thrusts began to grow more sloppy and out of control. The buzz you felt from the teacher’s skin started sending vibrations along your frame at every point you and his naked flesh touched.

As Shino felt himself dive into his approaching bliss, the teacher, still craving more of you, further indulged himself in the touch of your soft skin, paving a trail of greedy kisses and nibbles to your calves and thighs as he started to work his way up again.

His lips found yours as he began to forcefully rock against your hips, allowing the vibrations underneath his skin to explode throughout his body as he began to cum inside you.

“You -- are a goddess,” he said as he rutted into you, his dick filling your insides with continued tremors amid spurts.

Shino continued to thrust uncontrollably, grunting as he continued his release, squeezing your thighs until he was completely finished. His hands remained gripped to your thighs for several seconds as the buzzing beneath skin slowed to an eventual stop once his pulse began to return to normal before he slowly exited you and took his place next to you in bed.

By the time his head hit the pillow, your eyes had been closed, holding your stomach with a soft smile as you allowed the recent events of the night to marinate in your mind.

You opened your eyes to look up at the ceiling before turning to notice his gaze. He had already been turned on his side, drinking in your naked afterglow.

“Wow,” he said looking at you.

“Wow, yourself,” you said lightly laughing as you turned to the side to put your hand on his chest, wrapping your leg around his waist as he secured your thigh with his hand.

You both drifted off that way and slept several hours before you woke up to a series of alerts on your phone.

“Girl, where are you?! I knocked at your door for a whole minute,” Indigo had texted you roughly an hour back.

“Wait, are you still with that hot teacher with the bun?”

“If so, good job, girl!”

“But for real, did you forget about that series thing at 3 pm?”

“Remember, your train leaves at like 9, sis!”

You suddenly sat up, snapping out of your sleep daze. Next to your side, Shino remained unfazed in his deep slumber, lightly snoring with his arm wrapped around your waist.

Holy fuck. That was today??? I could’ve sworn that was tomorrow.

You released a rushed exhale after letting the 7:30 am time on the clunky hotel alarm clock set in briefly before reluctantly slipping out of Shino’s embrace and quickly putting on your clothes from just a few hours ago.

Damn, where did my dress go?

You ended up having to crawl halfway under the bed to fetch it from behind the bed frame.

Once you were dressed several minutes later, you scurried out of the room and bolted to yours at the end of the hall to hurry up and pack. Luckily, you’d only been here for like two days, so there wasn’t much to do.

Meanwhile, Shino woke up groggy after hearing the door close and began to stir after feeling for your now-empty space.

Shino shot up after realizing you were no longer in the room, instantly wondering where the hell you went.

If not for the distinct smell of shea butter left from your lotion on the pillow, he would’ve started to question whether you were even here last night.

7:45 a.m.

By now, you had already scheduled a car and had been rushing to quickly brush your teeth and tend to your hair to try to make it look at least somewhat presentable for the day. You’d also changed into a jumpsuit and did a quick hoe bath with a washcloth and some soap in the bathroom sink.

When you were getting ready to run downstairs to meet your driver, you bumped into Indigo, who'd also been heading downstairs for early continental breakfast at the time.

“[y/f/n], you’re okay!” she said, hugging you while you attempted to lug your suitcase and carry-on bag out of the room. “You’re also hella late, girl! You —“

“I knowwwww,” you responded in a whining-like voice, still sleepy and upset you had to cut your morning short with Shino.

Oh, shit. Shino! You’d just remembered you were leaving without saying goodbye as a door opened in the direction of his room down the hall.

He’d put on whatever pair of lounge pants was closest, a random white tee shirt and his glasses, of course, after he’d heard sounds that were so similar to your voice from down the hall.

He stood in the doorway, smiling once he saw you. But his expression became more confused when he saw your luggage and sudden change of clothes.

Indigo looked at Shino and gave you a knowing glance that translated to something along the lines of, “you know we’ll be talking about this later,” before heading downstairs to get breakfast.

You then turned your attention to what was arguably your greatest one night stand and awkwardly whisper-shouted his name down the hall, “Hey, Shinooo!”

Your antics earned a quiet but still just as confused chuckle from him in response. “Hey,” he said in a groggy, but still very enticing raspy low voice from the door, shuffling a little bit as he tried to make sure he hid part of his bottom half out of sight given the thin fabric of his pants.

You were getting ready to walk down the hall to bid him a proper goodbye and, maybe, your phone number. But then your cell buzzed with a message from your driver.

“Hey, [y/f/n] I have arrived. I will wait for 2 minutes,” it read.

“Fuck!” you said aloud, this time much louder.

“What’s wrong?” Shino asked, beginning to look concerned as he inched further out the frame, mentally cursing his decision to just grab whatever pants he saw to talk to you.

“Damn,” you said from the end of the hall, hurriedly grabbing your luggage and bag as you started to walk backwards to the door to the staircase. “I’m sorry, that’s my ride, I forgot I had to do that speaking series thing today and have to leave now to make it in time.”

“Thank you for last night!” you shouted apologetically as you rushed down the staircase to get to the car in time. “It was amazing!”

“Wait, do you need help?” Shino started to ask, beginning to head out of his room with one hand covering the morning wood that was erected in his thin lounge pants. But you were quick, and had already been halfway down the staircase by the time he’d asked.

He then quickly ran back into his room to put on a pair of less revealing pants as he left to hurry after you.

7:55 a.m.

You had just gotten in the car. And, by the time Shino got downstairs about a minute later, it had started to slowly drive away.

You took a deep breath while attempting to assess the situation. You had your ticket in your email and you’ll be at the train station in about 40 minutes. That means you have about 10 minutes to check in and hopefully make it for the 8:45 a.m. boarding if traffic isn’t terrible.

You looked back at the hotel out of your tinted car window, thinking about the last 24 hours, the progress made with your book and your phenomenal night with the teacher from Konoha.

As the car started to make its way down the block, you thought you saw someone darting after the car. You paused in shock after rolling the window down to get a better view.

Wait, is that-- it is!

A grin immediately began forming on your face as you started to see Shino come into view.

“[y/f/n]! Wait!” you could hear him yell from about a block away, completely barefoot, before you started to laugh with joy.

“Here!” he then yelled, smiling as he outstretched his hand in your direction while his pace began to slow to a jog.

The move drew a confused smile from you until, within seconds, you noticed a bug appear on the hand you had resting along the window.

It was a female kikaichū, which you knew from your studies that the Aburame famously used them for tracking since a male bug could easily pick up its scent over extremely long distances.

The gesture prompted you to let out a hearty laugh and, after realizing Shino had very much intended to see you again, you blew a kiss back to the teacher as the car stopped to turn the corner.

“Come find me next week!!!” you shouted back at him. “I’ll be back home then!”

Shino nodded and grinned at you in response, casually standing barefoot in the middle of town with his hands in his pockets as your car drove out of view.

“Sweet Devonian Rhyniognatha hirsti,” he said slowly, chuckling to himself before he started back to the hotel.

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everything ever | jacob barber

pairing: jacob barber x reader

word count: 2806

warnings: swearing, angst, pining, unedited, probably some spelling errors, drinking, mentions of drugs.

normally, jacob would be a smiley mess watching you dance. you’re so carefree and in the moment when dancing he thinks it might be one of the only true releases you have. however, watching you dance up against your boyfriend (who isn’t him), doesn’t exactly bode the same.

it breaks his heart, in fact.

derek (or ‘little bitch’ as jacob refers to him in his mind and around sarah) has his hands on your waist and his mouth pressed against your neck. you’re swooning completely for whatever he’s whispering in your ear, smiling and giggling like you couldn’t be happier.

until you look over and see jacob watching you, breaking out into a smile he swears could power the city. you immediately turn to derek and say something, giving him your drink to hold before running over to him and practically jumping into his arms for a hug.

“haven’t seen you in forever,” you say into his ear. the music is loud, but he could pick your voice out of any crowd.

“since friday. yesterday,” he chuckles, setting you down and smiling at you. your eyes are bright and so full of spirit. fuck he has it bad.

“yeah but it always seems like a long time when I'm away from you,” you say, knocking his shoulder playfully with your fist.

you have no idea, he thinks.

about an hour later you guys are sitting on a couch, your head leaned against his shoulder with your nose in your phone as jacob observes the party scene in front of him. it’s some kid he doesn’t really know that threw the party for the fourth of july. everyone’s drunk off their ass and a few people are really feeling the holiday, chanting ‘u.s.a.’ a couple rooms over. in the corner, jacob spot a girl he knows to be named aubrey. she’s dancing with mike greyson, possibly the dumbest college freshman jacob’s ever met. he doesn’t even know how the kid got in, to be quite honest. jacob doesn’t understand why aubrey, who’s quite smart, would waste her time on someone like mike. same as he doesn’t understand why you would wast your time with someone like derek.

jacob knows he isn’t exactly a catch. he’s decently attractive, but he does have a bit of an anger problem. it’s something he’s gotten better at controlling over the years, and something he would never even think about taking out on anyone. he knows now better than when he was younger that it’s his problem, and he has to deal with it on his own. death seemed better than even thinking about taking his anger on you, and that’s where he and derek differed, it seemed.

derek definitely didn’t hit you (no way in hell would you stand for that), he’s just raised his voice at you one too many unnecessary times. you talked to jacob about what he said to you and how it made you feel.

how he called you an ‘uptight bitch’ for not wanting to get high before class.

he’s right I should loosen up a little, you’d said.

how he called you stupid for asking a simple question about some homework.

I really should pay attention more, you’d said.

fuck that. you shouldn’t have to make excuses for your shitty boyfriend being an asshole to you just because he thinks he can. if jacob’s ever been confident in one thing about himself, it’s that he should be the one holding you in his arms and whispering sweet things in your ear.

he glances down at you, seeing that you were texting derek.

shithead.

you: i wanna go

derek : i’m having fun tho

you: I'm tired

derek: you can go

you: derekkk

derek: what?

you: please?

derek: are u always gonna be so nagging?

“hey,” jacob says, nudging his shoulder. you look up to him and set your phone in your lap. “i'm gettin’ kinda tired. you wanna go?”

you basically snort. “yes please,” you say.

jacob stands and takes your hand in his to help you stand as well. you’re a bit wobbly and hold onto him for balance. and even in the sweaty crowd all jacob can smell is your sweet vanilla perfume.

once outside, you say, “I don’t even know why I came. I hate these parties.”

“me too.”

“then why’d you come?” you ask with a bubbly laugh.

“cause you did,” jacob answers truthfully. you pause for a moment, nearly making him trip. “you okay?”

you’re watching him carefully, the same way he watches people when they’re doing something particularly interesting.

“yeah,” you say a little late. “I have to tell you something.”

jacob’s heart hammers in his chest, and he swears his legs go a little numb. but he plays it cool, asking, “what’s up?”

you don’t respond right away, instead brushing his tousled hair away from his eyes. he remembers a couple weeks after you guys had met, you’d said he had some of the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen. and shit if that wasn’t fuel for his fire.

“you’re so pretty, jake,” you say, seemingly just remembering that you thought that about him. “and so smart. god you are so smart and you don’t even have to try.”

jacob feels his cheeks heat up and thanks anyone listening that it’s dark outside so you can’t see. he opts to look at some trees over your shoulder, knowing that staring into your twinkling eyes will only make it worse. but you place a hand on his cheek and turn his head back to you.

being so close he swears he might pass out.

“you’re everything to me,” you say. “you’re just everything there every was. do you know that?”

he tilts his head slightly to the right as his eyebrows knit together.

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” he smiles a little and you smile right back, immediately falling into a fit of giggles.

“I'm trying to be serious,” you say with a pout and shit you look so cute. he’d let you break his heart over and over and over if you wanted to.

“be serious, then.”

you take a deep breath for dramatic and comedic effect.

“I, uh...” you’re staring into his eyes with a sudden intensity that nearly knocks him off his feat. he can practically see the gears turning in your head, though one seems to stop and suddenly that intensity is gone and you’re looking at the ground. “I'm tired.”

maybe his heart aches just a little.

“let’s get you home, then.”

you don’t lean on him anymore, seemingly so balanced you may as well be sober.

the drive home is mainly silent. the radio plays everybody wants to rule the world at a low volume, and you rest your head against he window the whole time. you really weren’t lying about being tired.

when you arrive at your house, jacob helps you inside because it’s very hard for you to walk half asleep and intoxicated. he helps you into bed, removing your shoes and covering you up. then, because he can’t help himself, he brushes your messy hair back from your eyes, and suddenly you’re staring up at him in a way that has him panicking. because you’re looking at him the way sally looked at harry.

“jake,” you say, your voice thick with sleep.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yn.”

what’s one more impulsive romantic gesture? he kisses you on the head.

“jake,” you say again. “want you to kiss me.” he almost doesn’t hear it, you’re so quiet.

“what?” he murmurs, his heart picking up in his chest as he looks down at you. he’s still bent over, so when you sit up you’re only inches away from each other.

“I want you to kiss me again,” your hand comes up from under the covers and you rest your index finger on your bottom lip. “here.”

fuck. your cheeks are lit with a blush and your sparkling y/e/c eyes are boreing into his. you smell so good and he’s sure you taste like everything wonderful in the world.

“no,” but you’re not his girlfriend. “you’re drunk.” you’re derek’s girlfriend.

“doesn’t matter,” you say, grabbing his shirt and not breaking eye contact.

“matters a lot,” he says, wishing he had the will power to remove your hand and just leave. but he doesn’t. because it’s you. you’re his first love and right now you’re looking at him like he carries the universe, the way he’s always wanted you to look at him.

“not if I think about it sober, too,” you say.

oh.

“well-” what the fuck does he say? you still have a boyfriend, he can’t kiss you. he can’t kiss you. he can’t kiss you. your lips are alluring and your gaze is honest in love. but he can’t kiss you.

he can’t.

“please,” you say. and shit now you’re begging. “jacob, I need you to kiss me right now or I may explode.”

fuck. he doesn’t know what to do, so he does the only logical thing. he shuts off his emotions. ever since he was a kid, jacob’s been very in charge of his feelings. he’s not sure it’s a good thing, but it’s a thing that comes in handy in moments like this.

“get some sleep, yn,” he says, finally standing up and pulling himself out of the spell you seemed to have him in.

he knew you were pouting without even looking at you, for you’d made a big huffy sort of sound that he knows you do when something doesn’t go your way. you make a noise like you’re about to speak, but nothing comes out. jacob smiles down at you, and you lay back down, looking very tired again.

he walks out, making sure to turn your night light on and lock your front door. he seems okay. anyone looking at him would think he’s completely fine. but in the safety of his car, the switch for his emotions seems to turn back on, and he feels his breathing pick up like he might cry. but jacob doesn’t cry. he hasn’t since ben rifken. so he just sits and feels the anger begin to spread.

why the fuck didn’t he kiss you? because you have a boyfriend. but he hates the son of a bitch and if you like him so much why would you try and kiss jacob? what’s the point of being a good guy if you always get hurt in the end? isn’t there a point where his own happiness should come first?

jacob hits his steering wheel, so conflicted with what the right answer is he feels his head practically swimming like he might be drunk. he’s not drunk. he’s sober and in pain. but who wouldn’t be? you’re y/n y/l/n. you're a four leafed clover and probably the reason the earth orbits the sun. anyone who wouldn’t move mountains for you is a fucking idiot.

jacob drives home and doesn’t think about anything anymore. sometimes thinking hurts too much.

you text him the next morning and ask if you can come over. he says sure and makes breakfast for you guys. eggs, bacon, toast, the whole nine yards. he’s assuming you don’t remember what happened last night, but he’s sure you felt like shit this morning.

you arrive and greet him with a smile and a hug. your hair’s pulled up into a bun and you’re wearing the sweater he gave you last year after a late night in the city. it used to be his own, but it looks so much cuter on you.

“hey,” you say. “did you make breakfast? smells good.”

he nods, ushering you into the kitchen where he’d already prepared two plates. you give him a sweet, adoring smile like you can’t believe what he’d done.

“you’re so sweet,” you say, jutting your bottom lip out.

everything seems to stop for a moment when he looks at you. it hits him then just how head over ass he is for you and how he’d do just about anything to make sure that gorgeous smile stays on your face forever.

he shrugs, sitting down next to you. “just doin’ what my dad taught me.”

andy was always drilling into jacob’s head that if you want to get a nice girl under your arm, chivalry is the key.

“ah, yes, I'm sure andy barber was quite the catch in his day. still kind of is, actually.”

jacob’s jaw drops. “you’re hitting on my dad? my married dad?”

you laugh, nearly choking on orange juice. “not hitting on, just complimenting the barber genes. obviously good looks run in the family,” you say, nudging his shoulder.

jacob turns away so you won’t see him blush. he’s surprised things aren’t awkward between you two after last night. seems you really don’t remember what happened.

“okay, but the y/l/n genes are clearly one of god’s favorites.”

“aww, you think I'm pretty?” you say, turning to him after taking a bite of bacon and batting your eyelashes at him.

“you’re ethereal,” he says, almost to himself, as he looks at you.

suddenly the energy in the room shifts, and you’re not looking at him so playfully anymore. he tries to think of something to shrug it off, but nothing comes to mind. all he can think about is how pretty you are. and how kind, and loving.

“why didn’t you kiss me last night?” you ask.

fucking what?

“what? are you serious? you were drunk.” and I'm an idiot.

“well I stand by what I said.”

it’s silent as you watch him, waiting for a reaction. anyone looking at you might think you’re confident as hell right now, but really you’re practically begging inside that jacob doesn’t kick you out for crossing a line.

“well you have a boyfriend,” he says almost spitefully.

then you’re pulling out your phone and clicking some buttons, and jacob’s scared for a moment you may be deleting his number or something. but instead, you put the phone on speaker and begin calling someone. jacob doesn’t see who it is, only barely recognizes the voice of the little bitch on the other end of the line.

“sup, babe?” derek says though the phone.

“hey. i think we need to break up.” you’re picking at a loose strand of fabric on your jeans, seemingly not phased at all by the fact that you’re breaking up with your boyfriend. almost bored, even.

“what? you’re serious?”

“yup.”

holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit-

“how come?”

then you lock eyes with jacob, and his heart skips a beat.

“I'm in love with someone else.”

derek starts to say something, but you hang up on him. jacob almost laughs at the cold gesture, but he can’t, because next thing he knows you’re pressing your lips against his and he can’t do anything except kiss back and think, this is happening. I'm kissing yn. and she tastes so sweet, like orange juice.

his hands are slipping from your cheeks to your arms to your waist because he can finally touch you. he can fucking finally feel your soft skin under his fingertips, and your lips against his own. it feels right, like you fit together in a way that’s bigger than either of you.

you pull away and look at him, gauging his reaction. as far as jacob’s concerned, you’re the only one who’s ever really been able to read him. you know exactly how he’s feeling and how to react to it. it impresses him more than anything else because he considers himself extremely hard to read.

right now, though, he’s not hard to read at all. his eyes are twinkling with adoration and there’s a blush on his cheeks that’s even spreading to his neck. he’s dopey and so in love he can’t contain it.

“you’re everything there ever was,” he says, repeating your drunken words from last night. you giggle and just holy fuck he can’t believe you love him. you.

“jacob-”

“I love you,” he says, moving his hand to your thigh. “always have.”

that has you blushing and avoiding his gaze, and you look so goddamn cute.

“I love you too,” you say, trying your best to look him in the eye. “I never loved derek. I just didn’t think you’d want me like that, so I tried to move on... long story short it didn’t work.”

he laughs, though he’s in major disbelief that he wasn’t obnoxiously obvious with his feelings for you. he’s good at controlling how he appears to people, but loving you was something he could never really contain.

and now, thank fuck, he doesn’t have to anymore. because you’re all his.

#jacob barber x reader #jacob barber #defending jacob #jaeden martell #jacob is a love sick fool

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It’s fanfiction time!!

A mini crossover between @kuttiesstuff‘s Human Candy AU and LanternDay AU (but mostly LanternDay).

I found out about LD Sans's story a few days ago looking through Kuttie's art tag (I had seen him in the Twitchy Timeloop comic but didn't really know what he was about). Aaaaaaaaand somehow a fanfiction happened XD

I've taken some liberties with the AUs, especially since there's only so much revealed about LanternDay (as well as some things I didn't notice went against canon until it was too late WHOOPS), but I hope it's fun anyway. ...Pretend everyone speaks German lol I don't want to butcher it with my attempts

(Also....this is the first fanfic I've actually completed since like....2009 o__o;;; I'm not much of a writer. But I still enjoyed myself c: )

Title: Tastes Like Home

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Chance wasn't used to the stares he was getting from monsterkind on his long trip back to Snowdin from the surface. In fact, he wasn't used to any part of the journey--that's what teleporting was for! But today that wasn't an option. Not for a human.

Of course, he had been human all along! But now it was visible to the outside world (even if no one recognized him anymore as "Sans"). Ever since he found that one universe with its unique candy... Well, it had only been a day, but already it was a new chapter in his life--he just knew it! He'd finally be able to go home, whole, in his body... The universe had promised him.

When it would happen, he didn't know. But in the meantime, he explored the surface. This time, where other humans could recognize him as such, and he could fit in! Malls, movies, food........he could be just another human teenager.

But human teens had to sleep eventually, so it was back to his house in Snowdin. A big grin spread across his face as he walked. He couldn't wait to tell Papyrus about his day.

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Papyrus pounded the bread dough with all his might. And again, and again. It made an odd crunch each time.

It had been two days since Sans came home from another universe, ate some strange magic food, turned into a human, and ran off excited! Leaving the Great Papyrus behind!!

He punched the dough so hard it flew off the counter, joining half a dozen others on the floor. He sighed and started on another. At least one loaf of his surely soon-to-be-famous spaghetti noodle bread had made it to the oven.

Sans had seemed so happy in this human form. But there was no reason he had to go off by himself. He would have gone with him, if he even knew he was going somewhere! It frustrated Papyrus to no end. But most of all, he was worried. Worried at how long Sans had been gone. Worried that he was alone as a squishy human. And worried that....

That...........

Papyrus didn't want to think about it, and he threw himself back into breadmaking. Grillby was out there looking for him anyway. Sans would come home one way or another.

Then came the sound of the front door.

"SANS!?"

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The moment he opened the door, Chance was swooped up in a huge hug. "papyrus!" He smiled and wrapped his own arms around the taller brother. Before he could get out any more words, Papyrus spoke up at his typical volume.

"SANS!" Papyrus, stern, put him down quickly (but gently) in favor of putting his hands on his hips, and stomped his foot down. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?? WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?"

"oh, uh..." He should have expected to be taken to task for something like this. "sorry paps, phone ran out of power. i didn't think too much of it since it was only a day--"

"TWO DAYS!"

His good mood was slowly deflating. Had he really lost track of time that badly? No wonder he was so tired. "sorry. i guess i got too excited at the thought of going home."

"H....home?" He realized his mistake immediately. Papyrus's shoulders sagged, and his face looked less angry than....scared.

"i, um, papyrus..." His mind struggled against the twinge of pain in his heart. Of course he'd be going home! That was how it always was gonna be. Papyrus knew of his origins too, so...so....why was this so hard!? Not being able to bear the look on Papyrus's face, he looked to the side. Leaving him staring at the house he'd lived in for so many years now. But...not for much longer, right? He'd have to say goodbye to it.

"Sans?" Papyrus was waiting on him. Looking back at his little brother just made his heart hurt more. For years, he hadn't wanted to think about it, but with the promise of going home closer now than it ever had been, the fact was unavoidable, standing in front of him. If he wanted to go home, he'd have to leave Papyrus behind too.

Tears welled up in his eyes and he shot forward to hug his brother. "don't worry about it, paps..."

Papyrus returned the hug. "I'm going to worry about it if you......" There was a strange pause. "Sans, your body!"

"...huh?"

"YOU'RE BACK TO NORMAL!"

A quick glance at his hands confirmed it. Skeletal, again. Back into the strange magic costume he'd been trapped in for years. "....oh."

He pressed back into his brother, tears flowing in earnest. Somehow this wasn't a shock to him. It made sense. Despite everything, he was too attached to this place and the people who came with it. In this moment, being here, as Papyrus's brother, even in monster form, was more important than going home. That was what what his heart told him. But it still hurt.

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Papyrus held Sans until he calmed down. There was a lot he didn't understand. Sans's mood had changed so quickly. Was it related to where he went? Did it have to do with being human? Was it all those "mood swings" teens were known for? He didn't know. He was still worried about what Sans said, about going "home"...but it could wait for now.

Sans's breathing finally evened out. "you're the best, paps."

"NYEH??" That brought a smile to his face, and some of his usual attitude. "Well...OF COURSE! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS."

A loud beep sounded from the kitchen. "...MY BREAD!"

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The brothers sat on the couch with a plate in front of them, as Papyrus put on the finishing touches. Bread, full of spaghetti noodles, marinara sauce on top, and a sprinkling of herbs.

"MY CREATION IS COMPLETE!" Papyrus sprang to his feet for dramatic effect. "THE FIRST SPAGHETTI BREAD!" He cut off a slice and held it out for Sans, looking at him expectantly.

Sans took and bit into the slice, bits of dry crunchy noodle crumbling out of it. The bread's contents scraped against the inside of his mouth, and he found out the hard way an entire bay leaf made it into the bite as well. "it sure has a lot of texture, paps."

This pleased Papyrus. "NYEH HEH! BUT OF COURSE! TEXTURE IS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT COMPONENTS OF A DISH."

"yeah you always know what a dish kneads." He took another bite.

"OH MY GOD SANS. DON'T START."

"what? my puns are the yeast of our problems." Another bite.

"SANS!!"

"just roll with it paps." Crumbs and sauce were getting everywhere.

"SANS! NO MORE...HALF-BAKED PUNS OUT OF YOU! NYEH!"

Sans burst out laughing, and kept laughing, until tears streamed down his face. He kept grabbing more bread, and shoving it in his face as best he could through the laughter and tears. Papyrus had to wonder again if he was okay.

Was he okay? Sans really wasn't sure. He so desperately wanted to go home, but it just wasn't happening. He felt like he was given an amazing opportunity, and he missed his chance. He couldn't prove to the universe that he wanted it enough, and so not only could he not go home, he couldn't live life as a human either.

All he could do was laugh, cry, and eat more and more of this bread. It hurt. But somewhere inside him, he didn't want to admit, he couldn't help thinking maybe this was what home was like. A home anyway. The taste of the bread...the old couch...a little brother. And, maybe home hurt sometimes. A reminder that he couldn't have everything to make him whole. Torn between his origins and his current life.

At least this life came with a cool brother.

He curled up against Papyrus, still slowly attempting to munch on bread, and drifted off to much needed sleep.

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The end!

.....Papyrus eventually remembers to call Grillby to tell him Sans is back.

I didn't know how much canonically Papyrus knew about Chance's past as a human, and how Chance expected to go "home" someday. I just kinda made him know here....and be low-key anxious that someday his brother would leave D:

I might have seen too late that Papyrus doesn't make his own bread, but.....it's spaghetti bread??? XD Which I found out after writing IS A REAL DISH!? ...WHY XD I thought for sure I was making it up but no...real life beat me to it. But at least the version in this fic is a true Papyrus original 😉 Also going under the assumption here that these skeletons can taste cuz...why would they love bread so much otherwise?? Well, doesn’t matter so much in the actual fic anyway.

I had Chance stay human for so long, longer than in the Human Candy comic, cuz of the magic that makes up the candy. Using hypnotism to trick the soul into thinking its human. Chance already believed he was human so strongly it enhanced the effect.

In fact I wonder if it could possibly work so well he could be in that form for weeks, or indefinitely, so strong is his conviction. But, well.... Some things are more important to him. (Yeah, this picture was a big inspiration for the direction the fic took).

Because the candy would have naturally run out well before he actually turned back, this wavering in his conviction was enough to end its effects. So...while Sans wasn't correct in thinking the universe had something to do with it, he was a little correct in that his mindset had an effect.

#fanfic #writing

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At the door you grinned as Thranduil helped carry your bags while Frerin locked up and followed you to the elevator and out to your sub then helped you into the jacket you had forgotten by the door. Thranduil went off to school as you and Frerin went to drop off Jax. Alone in the sub he shared about his exhausting day at work and the late night he had playing with Tea’s little girl, eventually falling asleep under her on the floor in the living room. No doubt captured on film by Tea when she got back from the store with Dis, and with the crick in his back he guessed Vili had been the one to get him onto his bed again. With a giggle you wet your lips and parked the sub starting the walk to Denethor’s class where you waited until it let out to pass him the essay that was due then walk through the crowds off to your next class.

At least for you there were exams in your first half of classes leaving Frerin chatting with your professors catching glimpses of you completing your exams then drooping your head to your arms curled, one under and the other flopped over your head. The position puzzled him as it had one leg pinned between you and your desk with the other curled on the seat before you. The position stirred his attention and his phone out to capture the position before he followed you to your sub to pick up Jax.

Parked in the lot you caught a glimpse of Thranduil’s Uncle waiting outside the building with a serious expression making Frerin grumble, “This can’t be good.”

Climbing out of the door you nearly collapsed but held it together and walked around the back to Frerin’s side feeling the Headmaster’s eyes on you as you mumbled, “Oh I hope he didn’t hit anyone.” At that Frerin all but snorted trying to hold back his reaction.

Forcing a smile you stated, “Mr Greenleaf.”

He grinned at you and stated after glancing at Frerin, “I was hoping we might have a word with you.”

You nodded and followed him inside through the school to one of the classrooms where Jax was sitting with Haldir working on one of his workbooks as the Headmaster guided you towards the teacher who straightened his shirt looking you over making Frerin tense at your side. “Miss Pear, I wanted to talk to you about Jax.” You could feel your brother look over at you only to be refocused on his work giving you time to talk to his teacher. “He has been reading ahead and in play time has been trying to spend it in the library with another of our students.”

You nodded and asked, “And?”

His lips parted and he said, “For whatever reason he’s been asking for extra assignments after he finishes his work.”

Again you repeated, “And?”

The teachers hands extended at his sides, “There is no extra credit.”

“Have you told him that?”

“Yes. And he came in with three paragraphs on a chapter on turtles he read in the library!”

Your head tilted and eyes narrowed asking, “I’m not seeing what the problem is.”

“He already has a full course of classes, on top of-,” He paused at your brow rising, “He shouldn’t be worrying about extra credit when he is so behind verbally.”

You nodded then asked, “So the issue, it’s not that he’s a bright student, but because you can’t converse with him without a translator yet you are having a problem with his thirst for knowledge.”

“I just don’t see why he feels the need to be so insistent on adding to his plate.”

Frerin, “Sounds like he’s been adding to yours. Obviously he isn’t having troubles. And verbally he has grown bounds since he’s had his surgery just a month ago. You may be uncomfortable with the language barrier but I am certain you will get used to it. Even take the opportunity to expand on your set curriculum.”

The teacher grinned at Frerin then asked, “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

Frerin steadily replied, “We live together.”

The teacher all but paled as the Headmaster jutted in, “Miss Pear, I had a suggestion.” You nodded turning your head to face him, “Jax has been stirring up a bit of interest in the library again, even helping a few of our slower students with sounding out words easier and also helping the other Dwarf children to teaching sign. We are impressed to say the least and were actually thinking of implementing a class-wide sort of book club.”

He wet his lips catching your partially puzzled expression, “We were wondering if you might, after you graduate, be interested in being one of our tutors next year. It wouldn’t be a long term thing if you didn’t wish for it to be, however, you are an incredible teacher clearly and have obviously found something we have been missing in our curriculum.” He paused for a moment then continued, “Please, just give it some thought. You have plenty of time, no rush. We just hope to find a way to peak Jax’s interest in the meantime until we can settle on a list of books for the month.”

Frerin, “You could try Column and Anvil. They have a reading list we’ve been buying for him. Great supply of short books for their age group.”

The Headmaster nodded and he grinned saying, “I will look into that.”

The teacher blurted in adding, “Also, I’m not certain what it means, Haldir keeps pausing when Jax signs it before translating.” He mimicked the signs then stated, “Every time I try to get him to go play instead of hiding out in the library or tell him there’s no extra credit he signs that.”

You and Frerin both smirked and you wet your lips as Frerin rumbled back, “Boorish Grump.”

The teacher mouthed the words and nodded as if he understood the meaning while you asked, “Is, that everything?”

The Headmaster nodded and said, “Yes. It is. Thank you for your time, and I do hope we can get the teachers on board with the list and get it started soon for all the children.”

You shook his hand then turned to grin at Jax as he readied his bag then hopped up ready to head out with you as Haldir stood with a grin saying, “He keeps bringing up turtles.”

You giggled then said, “Yes, they are his favorites right now.”

Haldir nodded, “Well if you have time there is a documentary on various turtles on the explore channel tonight at 7.”

You nodded again, “I will set a timer for it, thank you.”

He smiled at Jax, “Any time. See you tomorrow.”

Jax returned the smile and parroted the sentiment back to him grabbing your hand to bounce the way out to the sub while Frerin tried to hold in his chuckles.

It wasn’t until you got outside and he chuckled saying in a mocking tone, “Who are you?” He we his lips as you peered up at him after buckling Jax in and closing the door, “He’s got the hots for you.” You rolled your eyes, “At least Haldir’s more polite about it.”

You giggled walking around to your seat as Frerin climbed inside and turned to Jax asking, “So, turtles?” Jax nodded eagerly bantered and signed about his favored creatures that stemmed all the way back to the age of the dinosaurs all the way back to Greenwood University where Frerin carried him and his bag while you grabbed yours, locking the sub.

With a giggle you walked through into Dwalin’s class as Jax hugged Frerin’s neck after his promise to take him to the Aquarium on Saturday while Thorin and Thranduil planned to steal you away for Valentines day. Frerin winked at you saying, “Called Troy about it a week ago, full exhibit on turtles with a new set of eggs freshly hatched few weeks past.”

Nearly to the tables you spotted the lunch Thorin had brought you as his worried expression eased as he stated, “Hey, traffic? We were worried.”

You giggled again, “Nope, um, Big Leaf’s uncle wanted to talk to me.”

Thorin raised a brow, “Oh?”

You nodded, “Ya.”

Frerin smirked, “His teacher is feeling challenged by Jax’s requests for extra credit.”

Thorin chuckled as Dwalin rumbled, “Sounds familiar.” His hand moved to brush your hair out of your face, “Did you sleep well?”

You shook your head, “Essays ran late.” He nodded watching as you took your seat through Frerin’s head shaking signing that wasn’t why you were up making Thorin smirk, mentally calling tonight as his while Fili stole a peck on your cheek.

Fili, “What else did they say?”

You giggled again saying, “Well apparently Jax has been calling his teacher boorish grump in sign when he’s let down.” The men chuckled and you added, “And they wanted to offer me a tutoring position next year. Jax has been causing a bit of a book uprising in class.”

Frerin nodded, “Forced them to think about starting a class-wide book club to boot.” Smirks grew stealing glances at the boy flipping through a magazine Haldir had brought him with an article on turtles he wanted to reread and point out facts to the men as you ate.

Walking into Thranduil’s class you couldn’t help but giggle spotting his exhausted scowl breaking as he spotted you and Jax. At once the memories flooded back on your night together with a glimmer in his eye that sparked up as you giggled saying, “I got to talk to your Uncle again.”

His brows rose, “Oh?”

Frerin chuckled as you said, “Someone got offered a teaching job.”

You rolled your eyes as Thranduil grinned at you, “Tutoring, not teaching.”

Both, “Same difference.”

Frerin chuckled then said, “I’m gonna borrow your office, found a show I want Jax to see.” Thranduil nodded smiling at him before turning to watch as Fili and Kili led you to your usual seats with grins at the exhausted Elf.

His class went easily, simple notes through the slides and a video that he quite clearly dozed off through more than once, even with you there to stare up at from time to time. But finally you were freed and moved on to Dwalin’s for yet another exam. Allowing Jax more time in the offices to watch the turtle shows with Frerin with Dwalin watching as you completed the exam and then contorted into the same balled up position as earlier drawing Dwalin up to your seat to drape his coat over you and collect your exam to start grading as he waited for the others.

Class ended and Jax exited the office only to giggle and bound up the steps to your seat tapping your leg stirring a sleepy smile from you as you woke. Down the steps Dwalin said, “You can nap here. Thorin will understand.”

You grinned grabbing your bag shrugging out of his jacket you passed him on your way to the door, “Thank you, I’ll be fine though.”

He nodded and replied, “At least accept the offer tomorrow.” He glanced at Frerin adding in a mumble, “He won’t be letting her sleep either if he has his way.”

Frerin grinned, “I’ll tape them down if I have to.”

Dwalin, “Won’t help.” Making Frerin chuckle and follow after you to his brother’s class, seeing the truth in his statement watching Thorin’s reaction to your entrance before being led into the office again to watch the next show he set up on the computer there.

The first slide started and as Thorin eased back in his chair he subtly brought out his phone and watched as you blindly drew yours out to do the same, setting it on your notebook out of sight from the people around you. The upwards tick of your brow when you glanced at him, just barely able to keep from smirking, while he could feel his pants growing just a bit tighter at the playful smirk you sent him in return and your reply.

“If I guess what color your panties are can I cook for you tonight?”

“You can cook me dinner. If you can guess the color I’ll have another prize for you.”

Three guesses later his brows furrowed only for him to pause in his speech as he read your message, “Two guesses too many. I was looking forward to what I had planned.” His eyes went to you watching as under your layer of curls you flashed him a glimpse of your bra strap through the neck of your shirt making him inhale deeply then glance down to read your follow up message, “Too bad. I suppose you’ll just have to make it up to me.” The slides switched and behind his desk he continued speaking trying to keep his eyes off you wondering just what you’d have planned for him.

…

Out in Moria Dis and Tea both sat laughing about the pictures Vili had captured of Frerin being the makeup guinea pig for the little girl he was watching through a shopping trip. Dis grinned lowering her tea cup then stated, “I am glad you’ve moved in with Frerin. It suits him to have a little one around. It certainly will give him time to readjust before my pebbles arrive.”

Tea chuckled saying, “I am grateful to him, he certainly didn’t have to offer me a place. I don’t doubt it has more to do with his crush on Jaqi.”

Dis smirked at her, “Jaqi is attractive, yes, though no doubt-,”

Tea chuckled, “It’s alright. Honestly my sisters got more than a few dates because the guys assumed we were her. We have a running joke in fact, us and all our cousins, when the guy comes to visit family we always ask who he met first, us or Jaqi. Turns out those who met Jaqi first last longer and behave better.”

Dis chuckled, “Yes, she does seem protective.” She wet her lips then stated, “I was in fact, I found the perfect little baseball set for Jax in our storage form the boys if he’s interested.”

Tea’s grin dropped making Dis freeze wondering just what she had said, “Um. He had mentioned possibly trying a youth league possibly when he got his hearing better. Though, I’m not certain Jaqi would be comfortable with a bat in the house just yet.”

Dis’ head tilted for a moment, “Why wouldn’t she be comfortable with a bat? Is this about the home invasion still?”

Tea’s mouth dropped open and she forced a smile, mumbling, “Frerin didn’t tell you..”

Dis inched closer, “Tell me what? Why does she have problems with bats?”

Her eyes scanned over Tea frantically as she set down her cup and sighed, “Fine! But you cannot tell her I told you!” Dis nodded and Tea sighed again, “There was no invasion.”

Dis shook her head, “I don’t-.”

Tea, “Theoden tried for years to get her away from her parents,” instantly Dis’ heart skipped and she paled with eyes widening, “but she was, profitable, and they were very convincing. Jaqi finally got her manager to convince them to put her winnings in a trust, saying they’d get paid off sooner. Well, they found out they’d have to wait till she was in her twenties, and her mom grabbed her as her dad got the bat.”

Dis’ hands folded over her mouth trying not to gag remembering stories of how badly beaten she was and knowing fully now just how painful your path back must have been, “She’s alright around them, at a distance. Just holds tight to someone, though if she’s alone, we found her screaming once out in Rohan, she went to fetch a floating board for the pool and just scrambled across the yard out of the shed when it fell from the rack. We think it’s the sound of it falling mainly.” She paused then added, “She really is profoundly better. Please don’t take her as a helpless thing. Just has her triggers.”

Dis forced a smile then said, “I understand. I won’t bring it up.”

Tea nodded, “Good.”

Dis, “Jax isn’t uncomfortable with it?”

Tea wet her lips, “He doesn’t know.” Dis’ brow inched up, “He’s just seven. Jaqi thought it best to tell him when he’s older. He knows they were bad people, and that Jaqi got hurt. She did have to tell him last year there wasn’t a break in while they lived there, that the papers got it wrong to make sure he wouldn’t be scared at home.”

Dis nodded, “Understandable.” She drew in a breath then asked, “Has she been raising him?”

Tea grinned, “Mainly, yes. Theodred and Lia work a lot, their little ones go in with them and even before then with his hearing the day care didn’t like watching him. And Jaqi really wants to spend as much time with him as she can so he has something close to a normal family of his own, instead of being the odd cousin out like she was. He’s actually trying to convince them to let him move in with her after she graduates.”

Dis, “I assumed she’d be moving in with Thranduil by then.”

Tea shrugged, “I can’t seem to get anything but evasion on that topic. Though I know Theoden is going to move his girlfriend in then. But I don’t think Jaqi would feel comfortable asking Thranduil about moving in, or even Thorin.”

Dis, “Thorin no doubt would be moving in as well. I know the men have already spoken about which room to convert for Jax, should he move in.”

Tea wet her lips then inched closer to Dis, “Another thing, she may seem, overly cautious, but this really is Jaqi’s first relationship.” Dis’ lips parted, “And she’s essentially in, two, relationships at once. So planning a date is difficult, and now there’s wedding fittings for my sister, no doubt bringing up hints for their future, she will settle but, asking about moving in would be difficult. No doubt she’ll be a bit cautious about bringing it up.”

Dis nodded then wet her lips, “Has, has she said anything about me?”

Tea chuckled, “Nothing bad. Determined came up a few times. Though,” Tea chuckled, “She said she felt like you’d get along famously.”

“She did?” Feeling more than flattered at the statement from you even as mainly strangers still.

Tea nodded, “You are quite similar you know. Only, you’ve got more family to be ferocious over.” Dis chuckled through her creeping smile, “When you spend more time together you’ll see. She just takes a while to warm up to people.”

Dis nodded, “Yes, Ori did mention it took a month nearly for her to be more comfortable around them.”

“Gondor was rough on her. Her first real time with people in a learning environment. Without the usual social cues and knowledge on common school routine, mainly home schooled till Theoden got her. But then she had Theoden, Eomer and Eowyn to look out for her.”

Dis nodded, “So, what can I do then, to speed it along?”

Tea chuckled, “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

…

Until the end of class you sat taking notes at all Thorin said feeling his eyes latching onto you for mere moments until they would dart away at your eyes meeting his. At the heated looks Thorin was giving you Frerin made certain to secure Jax’s attentions on an offer to head to the park again, freeing you to slip out of your shoes when you entered your apartment. Before you could straighten up Thorin had eased his fingers under the neck of your jacket guiding it free from your shoulders after setting your bag aside. His jacket was added by yours and he asked in a low purr, “Are you hungry?”

With a smirk you turned around guiding him backwards into the apartment, “And here I thought you were going to take Frerin’s advice and tear my clothes off right away.”

Narrowing his eyes at you playfully his finger caught in your belt loop pulling you flat against him in his step closer, cupping your cheek to tilt your head back so his eyes would meet yours, “This is a relationship, sex is not the top of my priority list. Ensuring you’re fed and cared for, so, are you hungry?”

“I’m fine.” His eyes lowered to your hands resting on his stomach with one finger tracing the top button on his cardigan.

At your nip at your lip he asked, “What is that look for?”

You shrugged, “After what I messaged you-,”

Lowering down he pressed his lips to your nose cupping your other cheek, “Flirt all you like. Tease me all you like. If you change your mind between class and home nothing happens. I won’t be mad, No hurt feelings, no grudges.” He kissed your nose again and purred, “You like to be in charge with me,” his eyes scanned over your face at the soft blush on your cheeks, “Trust me, I am not complaining. If you want to take charge, if you want me to, try something new or go with the most vanilla evening, I love you. You’re finding out what you like, your, style, for lack of a better term. It’s all about trust and respect, with a lot of fumbling in between. Don’t be embarrassed to tell me what you want or would like.”

You nodded then eased your hands over his lowering them from your cheeks, “Alright. We’re gonna go make out then.”

A smirk eased onto his face, “Absolutely. Did you want to walk or for me to carry you.”

You nipped your lip in a teasing pondering moment making him chuckle at your arms resting on his shoulders, “Carry me.” Firmly his hands eased around your thighs and he wrapped you around his middle carrying you to your room.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I hear you took my promise to pin you against the wall and put it to use with Thran.”

“He share our whole night?”

Thorin shook his head closing and locking the door to your room behind him, “No. Just suggested a quiet spot in your closet to pin you against. More of a safety comment than sharing your secrets.”

On his knees he lowered you down to lay over you on the bed, “You don’t share tips anymore?”

Thorin grinned, “We obviously bring out different interests when we’re alone with you. A few details like where to kiss to relax you, a better angle for certain positions, how hard to go, things like that. All to make it more enjoyable for you.”

“You don’t get jealous at all?”

He wet his lips, “A bit with Fili, but he’s knew, younger, wants more of you to himself.”

“I haven’t done-,” he shook his head saying, “I know. Even if you had, it’ll settle. Thran and me had issues at first, then we set the boundaries.”

With a smirk you asked, “Any clue who claims tomorrow night?”

He grinned lowering to his elbows on either side of your shoulders, “That is for you to decide. Though. If I can be entirely biased, I wouldn’t mind for two in a row.”

Rolling your eyes you eased your hands around his neck drawing him lower to plant your lips on his. Slowly but surely his smirk grew against your lips at your guiding him onto his back and move to fold his hands over his head. Lowly he moaned at your hand easing into his loosened jeans then asked after shrugging his arms out of his shirts and tossing it away, “So, how did you want me to make it up to you?”

With a grin you used your free hand to move his hand from its task of undoing the buttons on your blouse to over his head again making him gasp then groan at your hand gripping his arousal tighter to stroke him over the bunched up waistband of his briefs. “I want you to lay back and enjoy.”

He couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving exhale, “You both pay so much attention to me. So now, I get to focus on you while you lie there and take it.”

Playfully he smirked and nipped at his lip watching you lower to start with a teasing lick along his shaft making him release a growling breath looking you over still fully dressed making you smirk and say, “I’ll tell you what,” you paused to circle his tip with your tongue making his hands clench around the pillow under his head, “You follow the rule, and every time you let me do what I want I’ll take something off. Agreed?”

He nodded nipping at his lip when you tugged his jeans and briefs down then moved to your former spot, “Agreed.”

The playful smile you gave him saying, “Good” made his arousal twitch seeing just how much you actually were enjoying taking the lead. Steadily he cemented himself in place hoping you would lose your resolve before he would, knowing he was nowhere above begging to turn the tables around on you. Again and again your head bobbed between teasing pauses right as he neared the edge your tongue would trail over his tip stealing the few dripping beads to ease down along his shaft while he would groan at the near miss only for his fists to clutch the pillow under his head and draw it over his face to muffle his final moans when you rapidly stirred him back to the edge and swallowed all he released in his irritated yet victorious climax.

Out from under the pillow he peered at you feeling you shift on the bed hoping you would remove your shirt only to watch you ease your belt loose and stand making a show of stripping out of your jeans. Hungrily his eyes scanned over your thighs in the visible portion of skin between your knee high socks and the hem of your blouse. But as your pants hit the floor you were on your knees again inching higher to plant on all fours to leave a chaste peck on his lips, followed by another and a third he tilted his head for to deepen it further through a pleased hum. In a blur you were darting your tongue between his lips and his arms shifted at the slow deliberate rock of your hips against his, only to draw your hands to move his back again.

Lowly he groaned against your lips then opened his eyes to take in a deep breath he let out in a low hum at your lips trailing across his cheeks to his ear softly teasing, “Oh now, you’re being so good. Don’t break now.” Ending with a nip at his ear earning a low growl from him through another exhale feeling himself fully hard and sliding against your smooth stomach and lace covered mound in your next deliberate rock above him.

“Mahal help me. I can’t move at all still?”

With a breathy chuckle only making him pulse harder at your next flick of your tongue against his ear lobe you purred, “I can stop, or give you a safe word, if it’s too much.”

“Fuck no.”

“Then be good. See what you earn the longer you last.” Rolling his head back he grumbled lowly feeling himself pulsing through a deepening smirk before the rebuilding tension of your trying game. Again you chuckled pressing your lips to his through another rock above him you used to sink lower in a single dip earning a gasp from him at your slow trail down his neck, chest and navel until you finally paid attention to the pulsing muscle aching to be touched by you again.

Another climax was eventually found after two teasing pauses only for his satisfaction to drop drastically sensing how badly you were aching to be touched in return. But on your knees he watched you loosen a button at a time until your shirt was dropped onto your pants and his eyes sank hungrily to your heated core in your straddling shift to kiss him again. On all fours in a move to claim a hungry kiss only to pause as he panted out against your lips, “Can I taste you?” Drawing back leaving him gasping at the missed kiss he caught your heated gaze locking onto his, “Please, I know you’re close, I can feel it.”

Pulling back his lips parted at your shift to sit beside him only to chuckle victoriously at your fingers easing your panties off to toss onto the pile over him making him bite his lip. A tap of your finger to his chin signaled him to roll onto his side at your saying, “Come here.” Firmly his lips worked against yours in another muffled growling hum before you told him, “You get one.” He tried to shift only to pause locking his eyes on yours with mouth open, “Mouth only. You can hold my hips, no more.” A low growl escaped him when he closed his mouth through an irritated twitch of his brow making you smirk wider, “Unless you’d like to earn using your hands.”

His brow twitched again and he flatly replied, “No.” Stealing a fiery kiss before he sank to your hips, peering up at you as he folded his hands around your hips in his fevered start to reverse the game on you only to cave in and inch you closer to his lips as he wanted to pull you closer to your own climax hoping it could earn him more chances at pleasing you. A whimpered moan left you making his grip tighten on your hips wishing to keep going only to press his forehead to your stomach groaning again as your hips shifted signaling your lingering hunger for more.

Rising up he wiped his mouth and moved to steal a gentle kiss. Lowly he purred against your lips, “You need more.”

Easing your legs back to curl in front of his, you rose up on your knees cupping his cheek for another kiss feeling a steady drip rolling town your stomach from his erection tapping against it. “I want to try something.”

He nodded, “Anything.”

In a move he nipped at his lip seeing you grab a condom packet from your drawer and move back saying, “I want to try on my knees.”

Wetting his lips he tried to keep from smirking, “Any specific position?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He nodded moving in to kiss you again, “We can try a few.”

Holding back from your nerves you kissed him again stirring another hum from him. When your lips left his they teased his other ear making him chuckle in your path to sink your lips around him again drawing a low moan from him in the single bob of your head and flick of your tongue around his tip you soon eased the condom over after. Wetting his lips again he eased his hands around your hips saying, “There’s on all fours, there’s ass up with your shoulders and head down, one where we’re sort of folded forward and then there’s upright with me behind you, which one did you want to try first?”

“Um, we can try in order.” He nodded and leaned in starting a deepening kiss ending with his lips trailing over your neck in his move around you while his hands smoothed over your stomach and back in his steady lean forward guiding you to all fours.

Nipping at your lip his hands smoothed over your sides in his rocking of his hips gliding against the slickness stirring a soft whimper from you as he purred between kisses across your shoulder blades, “Nice and slow.” Steadily he sank into you making you clench around him signaling him to pause, focusing on stroking your exposed skin trying to lull your nerves away.

Swallowing dryly he straightened up at your walls gripping him tightly adjusting to the position. A trail of bumps over your skin followed his fingers gliding over your back to your thighs to spread them a bit more hoping to relax you more. Gingerly he eased back then slowly sank into you again sneaking a hand around your hip to circle your clit in hopes of drawing another climax from you relaxing you more. One hand focused there while the other adjusted the arch of your back easing the rhythm and pace to one more pleasurable for you soon leaving your arms dropping in your face burying into a pillow. In your recovering pants he grinned holding you in place by the grip on your ass, with him buried inside you and his other hand still firmly planted on your shoulder in his attempt to keep you from dropping mid thrust to keep from hurting you.

In his ease back a soft gasp from you halted him and the moan that followed in his tip gliding against the right spot made his fingers clench around your ass to keep you in place. A timid glide back in made you moan again then squeak out, “Don’t, stop.”

Holding still he asked as your eyes clamped shut, “Don’t or don’t stop?”

Unable to speak at his pulse inside you making your legs tremble, your hand tapped twice on the bed through another gasping whimper making him tentatively sink into you again drawing another moan from you dying into the pillow you gripped tighter as he steadily increased the pace until you had all but collapsed at the next climax washing over you. Under your chest his arm held you in place as he gingerly kissed across your back until you calmed again. Softly you whispered, “I don’t think I want to try lower than this.”

He nodded, “Ok. Upright then?”

Weakly you exhaled then tilted your head to say, “I might not stay up for long.”

Lowly he chuckled and purred, “I’ll hold you up.” Carefully he helped you up, ensuring you were in a comfortable position while kissing your neck. Shakily your arm rose to drape around the back of his neck to help steady yourself while he slowly sank into you when you found an angle and pace comfortable for you.

With your head turned his moans fell against your lips in the tangling of your tongues. One was freed from him at your abrupt ending of it to say, “I want to turn around.”

Nipping at his lip he chuckled easing out of you and gliding his hands across your back after your turn. Again your hand eased around his neck and you said, “Come here,” pulling him into a firm kiss guiding him down flat over you, your hand trailing through his hair asking, “Bit of vanilla?”

Lowly he chuckled easing your legs around him through a gentle kiss as he purred, “Absolutely, sanâzyung.” (Perfect true love)

Planting his lips on yours again when he sank into you ending the game with a gradual Khuzdul sentiment flooded build up to a joint climax leaving you both seeing spots and holding each other right where you were in your settling breaths. When he was free of you he chuckled sliding you to the end of the bed to lift you and carry you for a shower he swatted your hands away making you giggle in his stolen task of ensuring you were cleaned and dried before carrying you back to bed while he chose what he wanted to see you in next. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you enjoy dressing me up more than undressing me, hulwultarg.” (Sweet beard/cheeks)

With a playful grin he came back passing you the panties he picked and cleaned up the discarded condom and wrapper. Putting your discarded clothes in your hamper and your phone on the night stand before he tugged on the change of briefs he’d left here before along with the sweats and t shirt under them making you smirk and ask, “You’re hiding clothes here?”

Easing your hands over his middle to smooth out his shirt he purred back, “Thran has some too, top shelf where Jax can’t see them.”

You smirked up at him, “Yes, because your sweats will make him scream out in horror.”

He rolled his eyes in your walk around him, “What is he going to say?”

“Food.” Your hand eased into his and he followed you smirking as he watched your baggy tank top settled over your thighs just barely longer than the shorts he chose for you. Unlocking the door you led him into the kitchen, “He’s going to wake up. Like he does when Big Leaf is here, and Frerin is here, same as Eomer, Theoden and Theodred. He’s going to say, food.” Thorin raised a brow, “You’re here, he sees you every day.”

“But you’re one of my students.”

You nodded, “Yes, and we’ve had that discussion him and I. You’re family. He knows there’s limits for teachers.” At the fridge you said, “If you wanted to break-,”

His hands cupped your cheeks and he kissed you firmly lifting you onto the counter in a knee weakening lip lock he broke to say just barely away from your lips, “I do not want to break up. Trust me that is never going to cross my mind.” Inching back he added, “I just don’t want to complicate things for you with him.”

You nodded then giggled, “Not, complicate things…” You wet your lips, “I’ve been raising him since I was 14, everything about my life has been complicated. And somehow in dates with three of my Professors, with, whatever Fili is trying to do on top of two boyfriends out of the three prior mentioned Professors, all while making friends for the first time outside of relatives and getting back into the pool. Somehow, you and Big Leaf seem so simple.” A grin eased across his lips, “Plus, Frerin is no doubt adorable with Jax. For a guy I tried to slap the second time we spoke, he’s not so bad once you get past the horny narcissist part of him, he’s just a giant kitten that needs a hug.”

Thorin couldn’t help but laugh and turn to the fridge to get ingredients for a meal, “Oh I am getting him that on a mug. Kitten in need of a hug.”

“Teasing your brother now?”

He chuckled, “He doesn’t get it enough. Left home after dad got the judge position. Didn’t like being restrained for once.” In his glance at you he caught your eyes shifting away from him making him move closer to you, “Hey. Not your fault. He was barely in his twenties, we all went through it, wanting to explore on our own.”

“It just,”

“What?” His eyes scanned yours trying to distinguish your muddled expression.

“The two men save my life, our lives really, I don’t know, just goes into those red string theories. Like it had to be them, and I move here and it ends up being you two and your families.”

Thorin grinned planting his hands around your thighs purring, “Like Ones?”

You shrugged, “Bit too big of a coincidence, right?”

“There is a plan to everything. Maybe they were meant to watch you, bond with you to make sure our paths all crossed later on. I know I considered moving to the Blue Mountains with one of our Uncles in his University and Thran got an offer in Valinor right out of University. We all got pulled in and we all buckled down and rethought it all and Greenwood made sense and Rin could only make it to Moria with Dis, not far at all. We all hurt on that day and for so long after, maybe it took breaking our hearts back then to reshape us and rebuild ourselves to find one another right now, to finish healing. I hear there’s been headlines of Oropher wearing different ties.”

“He got them?”

Thorin chuckled, “You bought him more ties?”

You nodded, “Full spread, bout twenty. Thought he might like to mix it up. Jax even found one with this elk on it. I’ve been trying to think of what to get Thrain, all I could think of was this novel I found on King Grundon and his alabaster throne.”

Thorin’s lips parted, “Where did you find that?! There were only twenty copies!”

“It,” you sighed, “It was a gift. That book about my stats when I was younger. I spent most of the day in the publishers reading through their book shelves and I only got halfway through it, the guy was going through a divorce, it was his wife’s, she got it in some auction, didn’t even speak Khuzdul so he just let me keep it. I’ve memorized it and,” you wet your lips, “In the smoking lounge at your Adad’s he had that printout of the classic cover. I snuck a peak at his shelves and saw he only had the translated reprints flooded with errors, so,” you paused at his adoring gaze, “What?”

“Have you sent it yet?”

You nodded, “It should be there today. I asked Fili for the address, why?”

Thorin grinned wider, “Because, if he didn’t love you already he will never, never stop gushing about you. You are his top child right now.”

You giggled rolling your eyes, “Sure.”

He kissed you again, “You’ll see.”

The opening of the front door freed Jax to rush in to put the oddly shaped stones he had found in his room with Frerin behind him smirking as he looked you both over, paused and entered the kitchen, “You two look, clean.”

You rolled your eyes and Thorin smirked at him saying, “Jaqi said you’re a horny narcissistic kitten in need of a hug.”

Frerin’s lips parted then closed while his brows furrowed in his glance at you, “That, is oddly specific. I should be upset, however, it’s actually true. Well said.” Scooping you up Thorin chuckled watching Frerin carry you to the couch, “Come on Sis, time for cuddles. Thorin’s got the food.”

Over his shoulder you caught Thorin’s wink at you in his turn back to prepping the meal. On the couch you were curled in his arms between his legs with Jax across your lap through the film Thorin brought the food out to the living room for. Jax’s drooping head called the night early as you helped him to bed then went to yours to brush your teeth while Frerin went to collapse on his bed while Thorin eased in behind you to brush his teeth and follow you to the bed calling your names. After flicking the sheets into a better state you flopped onto the mattress making Thorin chuckle in his slide closer to you wrapping his arms around you through your sleepy kiss.

It wasn’t long after you both had fallen asleep and not long after that when a shriek from the room next door sent you rushing over Thorin to your door and around the corner in time to drop to your knees hugging the weeping Jax on his stagger into your open arms. Not a moment after Frerin and Thorin followed you into his room you lit up and focused on the nightmare he had while his arms folded around his stuffed turtle through signing.

“And then this shark just came out of nowhere and ate Captain Jasper!”

His next sniffle turned into another sob and you wet your lips saying as you signed back to him, “Well, it sounds like you woke up at the big climax of the film.” His lip quivered through a pout clutching his turtle tighter as you continued, “Captain Jasper is a spy, and every great spy has a good decoy the bad guys don’t know about.” In the doorway the men leaned against the door frame in awe of how easily your story calmed him, “Now, usually it’s a dummy and then the bad guy goes off into the rest of his plan, but then, at the last possible minute the spy shows up to save the day.”

You wet your lips again easing him back under his covers and you laid out beside him forming your own continuation of his dream before Jax’s eyes drooped again and you whispered, “Now, you and the Captain go rush off and save the oceans from those pesky taffy sharks.” Kissing his forehead as he was fast asleep signaling you to rub your face and join the men in the doorway in a calming hug slowing your still racing heartbeat, after which Thorin raised you in his arms and carried you back to bed as Frerin dimmed the lights in Jax’s room and went back to his.

Pt 32

#Thorin x Reader OC x Thranduil #hobbit #lotr #Fili x Reader OC

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Love me for me (1)

What kind of love story starts with two people locked in a classroom and ends with the two same people in a courtroom? This one. After unfortunate circumstances, Venice is forced to illegally change her identity and live as a boy in a all boys school.

She planned everything out. Every. Single.detail. but no matter how much she tries, she can’t stop herself from falling for the son of one of the biggest lawyers.

Is loving the man of her dreams worth years in jail?

Reader (OC) X jungkook ft.Taehyung

Warnings: mature language

Words: 3k

"Dear Miss. Abass, unfortunately, your demand at Yale University has been Rejected-"

“fuck”

Orbs clouded, I rip apart the letter. The torn cream pieces dance with the wind my fan generates and I watch them gracefully fall to the floor, blending perfectly with the wood.

Years of studying, isolation, practically not having a social life I forced upon myself to proudly become a valedictorian graduate but everything i did was in vain.

On the floor lays the last piece of hope I once clung on to. Now crushed under the weight of disappointment and failure, my chest hitches as I desperately try to hold back a sob. Water gathers at the rims of my heterochromia eyes. Left one a muddy green and the other a murky blue with a tinge of that same muddy green who manages to stick out no matter what like I do so very well. Intentionally or not.

I don’t cry, instead, I sniff away all the mucus who threatens to slide down my nasal passages and roll myself into bed.

For a moment, the smell of the freshly cleaned sheets and my dearest pillow make me forget of the hell hole I am in, of the chains that confine me.

That moment is short-lived when it all comes back rushing down on me like a wave. These chains that I have, invisible to the human or anything supernatural expect me. This rope around my neck who never ceases to tighten as time goes by.

I ponder on this fact. Or is it a question? It’s something I definitely know the answer to. So a fact it is.

The chains that hold me aren’t emotional or even close to physical. Nor did I ever do anything to earn them but that’s how the system works.

The system refused every single application I sent to prestigious universities. Not one of them accepted me even after they had contacted me for scholarships offers. Claiming that “my chosen classes were already full and to try elsewhere.’

It wasn’t a coincidence. Out of everyone, I should know that. Because I knew the system far too well.

That system chained me without even binding my wrist to chains, that system took my freedom away without truly stripping me of my rights, that system tied a noose around my neck and is waiting for any given occasion to rip away the chair from under my feet.

The system doesn't want my education to blossom. the system wants me to settle for less every time then die. That’s our government. the system is our government and it’s trying to kill me off.

I could apply at a community college and get accepted in mere seconds but that's what they want. That is their plan and no matter what, I will not succumb to it, not after seeing how it ended for father. Not after seeing that.

I gulp at the thought of him. My body and mind react instantly at the mere idea of my father. My breathing becomes ragged and I sense my palms get clammy and sweaty. The noose around my neck feels like it got ten times tighter. Even though nothing is truly there, my brain acknowledges the hard rope covered in sharp split ends digging at the skin of my neck. My hands who once were tucked underneath the pillow flock to my neck, grasping around nothing but my own skin.

I seal my eyes shut and begin chanting the only thing that calms me down during my breakdowns.

“A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I....”

the alphabet, something you often associate with learning toddlers full of life and not a 19-year-old having a nervous breakdown.

“J, K, L, M, O, P, Q, R, S!!” I scream loud, frail body shaking like a leaf as I try my best to block out the nose, block out the shots and the footsteps who are threateningly close. I hiccup between a sob when I feel his big greasy hands grip my long ebony hair, yanking me back painfully, he throws my whole body across the room.

what letter was I at? I forgot. Now I can barely breathe. I frustrate the man furthermore. I know this when he yells “shut the fuck up. Make another sound and your lovely mother gets it.” I open my eyes and stop breathing altogether. She lays on the floor.

I shake my head, clearing my mind of theses awful flashbacks as I shoot up from bed to reach for the pieces of paper, crumble them into a tiny ball and neatly shoot them in my plastic dollar-store basketball net who hangs just above the door. It hits the rim before falling on the floor with a plop.

“damn, where did my basketballs skill go?” I ask my self, feeling slightly better due to the self-pity that seems to have eaten me whole.

The alphabet always calms me down, it brings me back to earth when I need it the most -when my anxiety decides to lock me in my painful past.

My back now on the bed, I look at my white ceiling, its time to think rationally, like an adult - I smile to myself. Like an adult, huh? I quickly recognize the fact that most adults don’t actually know what they are doing. Most of the time they let themselves get dragged with the wave. Some try to overpower the water while others succumb to it and others find a way to float, to stay on the surface no matter how strong the storm gets.

I huff a breath of defeat "what am I going to do? It was the last one on the list.” I toy with my phone. I run my fingers against its smooth metal surface all while making sure to not unlock it by accident with the touch ID.

I've been ignoring Haerin’s messages for a while now.

I frown, hoping that she won’t misunderstand and think that I a mad at her.

the screen lights up.

Haerin: Don’t worry I know that you’re not mad at me or anything but I'm just worried.. plus I kinda miss your ugly ass so text back soon. I can’t believe you’re making me seem like a desperate hoe by ignoring all my text. Your fuckgirl mode has, unfortunately, been activated :/ [2:45]

I snort. Not being able to ignore her for any longer, I text back.

Me: I usually don’t text girls back after we fuck... but ur kinda special so come over or whatever... [2:46 pm]

Haerin: omg okay daddy! I’ll bring take out that way my ass won’t be the only thing you’ll eat today! I'm omw bitch you have some explaining to do. [2:46]

I chuckle and lock my phone.

With the stretch of my limbs, I'm out of bed and I beeline straight to the bathroom.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “fucking hell, I barely look alive.”

after peeing and a quick face wash, I stand in front of the mirror and notice that my pixie cut may need a trim soon. I can’t ever let my hair grow past my ears and I rather not think about the reason behind this -not yet at least, not yet.

I watch the clear droplet of water cling on to the curl near my forehead before dropping and rolling down my tawny skin. I can’t help but to glance down at my neck, it’s red. I pray that I won’t bruise. I take in the fact that my new skin care routine has been working marvelously. From my high cheekbones, my narrow chin and slightly protruding forehead my skin is spotless.

"Venice, you little thot, I have arrived in your domicile"

I jump in surprise at first. After a smile covers my plump lips when I realize who that voice belongs to. I step out of the bathroom which is linked to my room and meet the fake redhead.

In a matter of seconds, I am engulfed in her tight embrace. Face hidden in the crook of her armpit I notice that the tall girl is wearing her favorite mustard hoodie.

I break the hug. “ I missed you too,” I say, gazing up at her through my short lashes. I see the worry in her slanted eyes but I know she isn’t judging, she never does.

“let’s talk, okay?” her voice is soft when she speaks. I nod and lead her to my bed.

A couple tears, three hugs, and many heartfelt words later, we lay diagonally on my bed. Looking up at the ceiling. With a shift in position, I look over at Haerin’s toes who never fail to not be ugly and stinky but who can blame her? She's an aspiring basketball player. Now I look up to her profile. It seems like the ceiling is long forgotten and that she is currently deep in thought, I can tell by the way her straight thick brows furrow and how she chews almost aggressively her full bottom lip. I Am caught red-handed when she suddenly turns at catches me staring.

“I've got an idea.” her lips part as she smiles, revealing the gap in the middle of her two front teeth that fits her so well.

“Shoot”

“How about we watch old Disney movies to take off some of your stress for today? let's deal this fucktard of a situation tomorrow. '' She pushes her elbow underneath her to lift herself. Her round glasses droop down the bridge of her nose but she's quick to push them back with the help of her lanky fingers.

I smiled at the idea. I ask myself how can someone be so pure and genuine sometimes.

''Okay, but just don't put anything with romance in it. I don't want to be reminded of the fact that the only thing I wake up next to in bed is my life-sized Makoto Tachibana pillow.'' My feet drag on the warm floor as Haerin intertwines her arm with mine. '' That's extremely sad and I hope that you'll throw it out once you get a boyfriend-'' she stops in her tracks and looks at me.

we both stare at each other only to explode with laughter.

''BAHAHA! I can't believe I just said that! You? a boyfriend? I think WinWin would finally be getting lines in songs before that happens.'' wiping away the tear that escaped, we go down the stairs and she grabs the laptop on the kitchen counter before plopping herself beside me on the sofa.

''Shut up you shouldn't be the one to speak here.'' I laugh back with her.

''Whatever ugly loser, go grabs snacks that way we can stuff our faces and I'll pick a movie'' She orders and am up in seconds.

''I know you said no romance but I still picked the Amanda Bynes movie She's the man '' Haerin informs me as I come back into the living room

I shrug my shoulders, indifferent.

''I don't care what we watch at this point, anything to get my stress down.'' I slur on my words near the end, taking a big fat handful of popcorn and shoving it down my throat.

'We could watch porn then'' she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and I pinch her left nipple.

''shut up and play the god damn movie.''

And with a click, the movie is playing and I am finally relaxing.

About an hour and forty-five minutes later the movie is done and you're left with a strange idea in mind.

''hey Haerin..'' you start off

her eyes squint, which suggests that she's thinking . ''hm?''

''Are you possibly thinking the same thing as me ?'' now my eyes squint, trying my best to read her expression.

'' If you are thinking about dressing yourself up as a male and infiltrating the all-boys prestigious Uni then yes, we are thinking the same thing!'' her grip on my wrists is tight and I feel light headed when she shakes me like a polaroid as soon as I nod.

''CALL CHRISTIAN RIGHT NOW! SOME MADAME DOUBTFIRE MAKEOVER SHIT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN THIS BITCH!'' She screams at the top of her lungs.

"You called me here because am what?" Christian took place on the sofa beside me. Brows creased together, he leaned forward, as if he hadn't heard me the first time. He heard me perfectly fine. "Because you're the dude-dest dude I know and I need to learn how to become a dude."

He drowns himself deeper in the couch, taking a chunk of his locks between his fingers, he let out an exasperated "what kind of fucking drugs do you guys take to come up with this shit?" And shortly after "Okay, I'll help."

This was our relationship. Christian Yu a very stable young adult that happened to be my childhood neighbor. Even when I moved out of my mother's home, he never left me behind. Kind of like a big brother that allows me to do dumb shit only with his supervision.

"This might seem crazy but just trust me on this. It might work,"I reassure.

His eyes bulge “What exactly might work Venice please don’t tell-”

“I can’t keep living on like this. I don’t want to live a meaningless life all while knowing that I can achieve so much more. Just entering that school and studying to become a lawyer would be a huge step for me” my jaw clenches “Its a step towards my goal and..” nostrils flared, I watch Christian tense, the weight of my words slowly seep into his pores, completely changing his first resolve. “ I will fulfill it no matter what”.

“I understand what you want to do but wouldn't that be proving what the government is doing to people like you -no offense, right? You're just doing what they expect of the children of criminals, you're becoming one too” He remains tense. Lower lip stuck between his pearly teeth, Christian avoids eye contact.

“Reflect on this: What do criminals have in common?” I get up from the couch under the perplexed gaze of my friend.

Lips puckered, brows screwed together, he comes up with an answer quickly “Its simple, they do illegal things!”

“That's partially true but I want you do think of the biggest names in the dark world, the infamous one. What brought them together besides the fact that what they did was prohibited?” I am patient, smiling down at my friend who racks his brain fora retort. His wide shoulder slump, not knowing where exactly am I go going with this. I give in, choosing to spare him a brain burn out “they were all selfish.”

“W-What?”

“yes, it really is that simple.” I smirk “ Just think about it, All their lives, their goal was to enrich themselves, gain profit or some form of power. They were ready to do whatever it took to gain these things. Kill, steal ect. What separates me from them is that I am not only doing this for me but the others who suffer alongside me in silence. We both know that the system is wrong and should be taken down even if that means sacrificing the little freedom I have.” I exhale, coming back to sit near Christian on the couch.

He sighs, elbows now up on his tighs, he rubs his eyes. “Fine, I support you in this but please don't you dare end up in jail or else-”

“You’ll lose your mind since you can't live without her.” Haerin finally speaks. She had remained so silent I forgot that she was even there.

“Y-yeah, you're probably right actually, I don't think I can't live without either of my girls” he pipes, scooping both of us in his toned arms and engulfing us in a tight hug.

“Let me go, Chris, my face is literally buried in your armpits” Haerin whines.

“Then smell them!”

“Oh no, you don”t-”I send my knee in his crotch in a matter of seconds, making him groan in agony all while curling into a ball on the floor. Haerin stares unbothered, pulling out her phone and calling someone. The conversation is short but it leaves a smile on her lips when she hangs up.

"Okay whores, I just called the best makeup artist in town. After you get your lesson on how to become an owner of a dick and get a makeup lesson cuz god knows you struggling in that.." Haerin shakes her head and muffles a laugh with her hand when I pipe out “bitch.”

"You will go in the room and do what you have to do to make the world believe you are a man."

"Okay, let's start then!" the serious and somber mood is gone, excitement is now what is left behind. Am thrilled, justice pumps through my veins and it's only fueled more by the support of my friends. I can do this

"Okay let's start then...but no homo"

"I know I taught you to use 'no homo' but it doesn't mean you need to say it in every sentence, Venice," Christian shouts from the kitchen, watching the makeup artist teach me the basics on how to make my face look more masculine and the brands that stay on the longest.

Haerin had told her that we were just filming a really weird porno and the women weirdly enough, nodded as if what Haerin said was something that she had seen often.

A couple more minutes spent by my side and she was out of the house, I shooed Christian and Haerin out as well.

With years of fraudulent knowledge in my hands, creating a new identity would be a breeze.

What should my new name be?

I grab my phone and open the group chat

Me: I need Name ideas, got anything? [5:15]

Chris: keep it simple... something like Steve Duncan or whatever [5:17]

Haerin: Don't listen to this loser, Bob Mcniplecoker shall be your new name, beloved ;) [5:17]

Chris: i- [5:18]

Me: 00Ooo thank you Haerin! very cool! [5:18]

Chris: please don't tell me you're actually using that- why am I the only sane person in this group? [5:19]

I shut off my phone, content with the name and ready to get down to serious business. Hours and hours of serious business.

Creating a whole new identity sure was time-consuming.

The wait was over.

The letter who held my fate had arrived to my surprising displeasure. I huffed a breath of frustration. Why am I so nervous? With the grades I have, it is certain I’ll be getting in but why can't I open it?

The pretty creme letter waited for no one other than me to open it. I was first made known of its presence when I was taking a shit and my uncle so kindly slid it under the door when he was staying over for a couple days.

All Boys: Great Jeon University

I had just finished taking a shit but after re-reading the letter I felt like taking a second shit. Curling on the floor, my nose rose up in defiance as I glanced at the paper, still centimeters away from under the door.

Let's just open the letter and get this over with.

With trembling hands, I reached over to the letter but I at last second I let my hand fell back to my side.

This Is so stressful! Is it possible to vomit and shit your pants all at the same time? I shot up, heading to the sink determined, with a couple splashes of cold water on my face I stared at myself in the mirror, determined.

I pursued my full lips, taking in a pimple that formed right next to my thick brows. This stress is really getting to me. I know damn well that a pimple wouldn't have been there otherwise.

"Okay you big wuss, tear that shit open !" I gas myself up, finally picking up the letter, I rip the envelope, already expecting the worst.

"Dear Mister. Mcniplecocker, we are glad to inform you that you have been accepted-"

“Oh thank God...” relief washes down on me like a ton of bricks. ”Thank

god..”I exhale, I can't contain the small smile that forms on my lips.

"THIS CALL FOR DANGEROUSLY HIGH AMOUNTS OF CALORIES !" Haerin shouts, grabbing the takeout menu to order too much food and possibly max out her credit card. She is reckless and often thinks of the consequences after she does something but if she ever got in trouble with the law due to her shenanigans, me, a soon to be law student would help her.

Christian took his usual seat at my right and Haerin at my left on our favorite brown couch. They were here so often on this couch that their butts were permanently imprinted.

"I need to tell you guys about this girl I've met. She's older but I swear I've never seen a woman more beautiful" Christian gushed, tugging on my shirt. "Oh, my man is finally getting some action! I started getting worried for you I was almost going to ship you with Haerin."

The girl snapped her head to look at me at the mention of her name. "Excuse me? Me and Christian? I'd rather let your creepy pillow anime guy date me." She snickered and I scoffed "Bitch, you wish Makoto Tachibana would be with your dusty crusty ass plus you're acting like Christian is ugly! I mean he might be a lil on the grandpa side since he's so old but-"

He deadpanned. "I'm literally 25 ???"

"Anyways, in two months I'll be going to one of the most prestigious schools and I'll be a lawyer. If one of you ever gets in trouble with the law don't call me because I'll be the one making sure you go to jail." I joke, picking a movie on the laptop.

I was over the moon. Things were going my way and it felt good, so good.

"If you ever do get caught, who will defend you ?" Christian hesitated when he asked, not wanting to stress me.

"Don't jinx it, idiot. I won't happen, don't worry." Haerin leaned forward, taking my hand in hers and gave me a small smile not knowing that the damage was already done.

It was something that I ridiculously tried shoving at the back of my brain. It was something I needed to face. I was going to be a lawyer for crying out loud, I knew that I could face time in jail and fines I wouldn't be able to afford to pay.

It was something I was ready to risk. For my education. I was breaking the law in order to work as a person who enforced the law. How ironic.

"Yeah, don't jinx it, Chris."

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It’s another gods-be-damned Time Travel Concept Fic

Yeah so I’m calling this one A Widening Gyre because I’m not at all pretentious. XP

IN FAIR KONOHA WE SET OUR SCENE

Rin was a jinchuriki and we all know that those people don’t die easy, so she totes survives the chidori to the chest. The need to heal from near-death let Obito have his dramatic breakdown in the rain over her (not-quite) dead body plus gave Minato enough wiggle room to fix the faults and traps in Rin’s seal.

Rin was declared KIA though, and her survival was classified to protect her from Kiri trying to get the Sanbi back and also to keep the Elder Council from fucking with her. “Turtle” joins ANBU under the command of “Wolf” and they are the scariest dual act ANBU has seen for a long time. Like, holy shit. Then “Tiger” joins their team right after “Wolf” gets his Captain promotion, and the addition of Mokuton is frankly ridiculous. Then “Crow” joins the team right as Kushina announces her pregnancy and this is just. They are all approx. 4 feet tall and the most terrifying ANBU team Konoha has and no one knows how to deal with this. (There are rumours about an ANBU trainee going by “Raven” and FFS T&I isn’t paid enough to deal with this nonsense.)

Obito is a sensor (natural or trained IDK but he has that skill set) and he gets sidetracked on his way to Naruto’s birth b/c “That’s... that’s Rin.” Things happen, reunion of the Team plus “You’re alive!” drama is interrupted by Danzo being a giant bag of dicks, ROOT shenanigans ensue because Kinoe is also “Tiger” and KakaRin are possessive little shits. To say nothing of how Shisui reacts to the idea of someone being more important to his teammate than him. (Fucking Uchiha drama queens I swear...)

This is all taking place while Kushina is in labour BTW. WTF people how are you fitting this many feels into less than 12 hours I am impressed by this. Danzo was expecting Zetsu and “Madara” to back him up r.e. disposing Minato and getting the Kyuubi shoved in a more manageable host but Obito is la~ate and also KakaRin have v. strong grips, like wow do you work out?

Kakashi and his-name-is-Tenzo-now’s weird bromance drama comes to a climax when Danzo is chased back to his HQ by the Hokage’s v. pissed off guard team. (Hi Genma and Raido welcome to the madness.)

So it turns out that Danzo took over Tobirama’s old lab as ROOT’s main base but missed a few experiments pretending to be part of the security system. Oops. So Kamui plus experimental seals plus the Hiraishin markers carried by Genma and Raido and Kakashi plus an attempt to interfere with Rin’s containment seal means it all goes BOOM

Upside: Kyuubi stays sealed.

Downside: Sanbi goes on a rampage instead.

This is the last we see of the future Konoha timeline kthnksbye~eee...

NEW SCENE SETTING: THE WARRING CLANS ERA

Rin is out of it b/c Sanbi was forcibly removed from her chakra coils

Upside: She gets to keep a larger reserve of chakra than what she was born with naturally, keeps a few of the jinchuriki perks like rapid healing, and her chakra control is back to medic-inn levels for the first time in almost 2 years!

Downside: Motherfucking ow.

Rin is down, therefore Danzo did something to her so KakaObi don’t hesitate in aiming to kill. Genma and Raido trust Kakashi and back him up but oh look Danzo has stolen sharingan eyes implanted in a creepy zombie arm oh very shit forever.

EPIC SHOWDOWN!! FIGHT!!

KakaObi are scary AF and also apparently share a brain. Danzo is made v. dead before they even realize that they’ve been shot-put through time as well as space. But leftover Zetsu shit/heart seal is triggered when Danzo tries to not die but Kakashi gets in the way b/c he’s not losing Obito again. MAGIC NINJA DEATH CURSE NO JUTSU idk I’ll figure out the details later but OH NO Kakashi is poisoned and Obito is distraught b/c Kakashi just jumped on the sword for Obito again this is not a theme Obito likes to see reoccur fuck you universe.

The antidote only grows along the seashore so ANBU Team Baby Genii Ne minus Wolf do a suicide run to Wave Country and back.

Without Danzo around Kakashi, at 14 years of age, is the highest ranked Leaf Shinobi. ROOT proceeds to imprint like ducklings.

Shit friends I just realized that Kabuto is still in ROOT at this point excellent now Genma can be the poison specialist and Kabuto can be the baby medic and they can work together to keep Kakashi alive while Obito threatens to kill everything (except Rin) if Kakashi dies.

Alrighty fuck it let’s make it a party. Anko’s there too b/c she followed the mayhem b/c she knows that Danzo had something to do with Orochimaru’s defection but her Curse Seal gets the same yoink treatment as Rin’s Bijuu Seal and now Anko’s 100% doing the deputy thing while Raido arranges the patrols. (Radio may not have the highest rank in their group but he is the oldest so that’ll have to do)

Tiny baby Sai and Shin are the cutest murder babies aww... (Also get to indulge my HC that newborn Uchiha have red eyes instead of blue so Itachi and Shisui know from the get-go that Sai is an Uchiha.)

Speaking of murder babies Itachi is trying v. hard not to think about never seeing Sasuke or his parents again. (FFS Itachi is the only one of these jackasses to canonically have living parents at this point in the TL. Except Rin but TBH she’s been pretending to be dead for the last 2 years so I don’t think she counts anymore.) Itachi is going to latch onto Sai so hard as a replacement baby bro omg Itachi stahp

War interruptus via Kakashi’s ANBU team plus All The Baby ROOT Agents. This will be fun!

Team Ne is gonna bulldoze through a Senju patrol on their way out to the shore. Tobirama was not expecting a hostile Mokuton user to defend a couple of Uchiha and also the girl they were with broke a tree with her fist and then it melted. Toka definitely saves Tobirama’s pasty ass b/c his instincts forget to dodge IRT Mokuton jutsu.

Team Ne is also going to trip over an Uchiha patrol and Itachi is high-key going to not!cry b/c Izuna looks hella like Mikoto/Sasuke and Itachi misses them. Shisui does a lot of high velocity absconding with his teammates come on ppl keep running pls. Izuna is so confused by tiny Uchiha not knowing who he is and running around with some random not!Uchiha WTH?

For max drama Team Ne will blast through a big battle, interrupt Hashirama and Madara’s posturing, accidentally save Izuna’s life (thanks, Shisui) and then bravely run away without ever slowing down. Senju and Uchiha call truce while they figure out WTF is up with those kids and track them down.

This team-up thing does give both sides a chance to see the “Hashirama And Madara Show” up close. Madara lovingly and eloquently details all the many and varied ways Hashirama is an idiot (it sounds an awful lot like Tobirama’s most uncharitable thoughts re. his brother. Only blunter.) Hashirama just laughs and agrees with Madara WTF Anija? The Hashirama does his best to hug Madara to death b/c they are apparently the cuddling type of sworn enemies (Izuna is horrified and so offended. He’s the only one allowed to snuggle the grumps out of Madara!) Izuna and Tobirama are the world’s most resentful team-up ever but they’re doing their v. best to keep their older bros apart b/c no, Anija, just no.

They find the Konoha camp b/c Tobirama is a stupidly strong sensor and Hashirama can tell where the trees got bent by Mokuton. They were not expecting to find nothing but children. Raido is the oldest and he’s only like 19-ish I think? Plus ROOT kiddos are suu~uuper creepy-tactic omg.

NOW BACK IT UP A LITTLE!!

SR timeskip mostly consists of Kakashi escaping his medic, making Obito panic, and bonding with the ROOT minions (this involves a lot of spitting on Danzo’s grave TBH. They all find it v. therapeutic.) The worst of the poison’s effects are being mitigated by Genma’s antidotes and Kabuto’s treatments but that’s just a delaying tactic to prevent total system shutdown so Team Ne really needed to hurry the fuck up.

Obito is A Mess b/c Zetsu/Danzo were just using him to hit Kakashi (just like the Iwa-nin who took Kakashi’s eye and you know that means something more to an Uchiha than the standard shinobi but Obito can't fix the poison damage from progressing though spontaneous organ donation.) Kakashi keeps Obito distracted and busy growing a fortified encampment for all his adorable new minions. Genma and Raido are just glad not to have the terrifying Uchiha powerhouse threatening to turn them inside out every 10 minutes thanks muchly.

Captain Wolf has already managed to take over as the focus of the ROOT agent’s personality cult. Obito is now the leading member of the Kakashi fan club (b/c Tenzo is off on the SR at the time, nat.) Genma and Raido are Concerned b/c Kakashi hasn’t been emotionally stable since he was 6 y/o there’s no way him being a role model for 100 brainwashed baby assassins will end well.

Anko thinks everything is hysterical and she’s so glad she stuck her nose in where it wasn’t wanted this is better than Icha Icha. Izumi’s just happy someone got her away from Danzo before he could fuck up her head/mess with her eyes too much. (This was the most horrible side effect of her betrothal to Itachi being announced how did Danzo even get her out of the compound FFS?)

11th hour arrival by Team Ne with the antidote means Rin, Genma, Kabuto, Obito, and Tenzo are all v. busy when the Uchiha/Senju combo team find the Konoha camp.

So then Kakashi wakes up after being cured and there’s more weirdness b/c Obito has both his eyes but Kakashi’s left eye is still red and works like a Sharingan but it isn’t a sharingan obvs. but they still share a field of vision and Obito’s left eye is silver when the sharingan is turned off and Rin is 100% done with both of them defying medical convention. There is a lot of head scratching and pointing of fingers before they hug it out is what I’m saying.

Team Ne thinks this is adorable and super romantic and the entire camp ships it so hard you have no idea. I might make this Rin Demi-Ace b/c then her crush on 9 y/o Kakashi when she’s 13 is much more understandable. (A squish just fits better to the situation IMHO.) Also ace!Rin would 100% be the one to join forces with bb!Kabuto to create (recreate? precreate?) Orochimaru’s test-tube-baby no jutsu in the WCE.

SRTS IS DONE NOW YAY NOW TO FUCK WITH THE FOUNDERS

Raido is A Wall and he never anticipated using his ANBU training to waylay the 1st and 2nd Hokage WTF is even his life but Teamwork! and TWOF means Standing Strong even if Uchiha Madara is Scary AF wow and Raido thought seeing Fugaku-dono walk into a room was bad.

Kakashi is cured (yay!) and also gets to arrive dramatically on the scene of confrontation and verbally bitchslap everyone into calming TF down b/c I Have A Headache And I’m Tired Of Your Shit. Rabidly overprotective ObiRin are rabid and overprotective. Also Obito is super Uncanny Valley b/c he looks just like Madara and Tobirama is busy having a heart attack b/c this “Captain” person has Itama’s eyes (red and grey) and Tenzo has Mokuton and is maybe reminding him too much of Kawarama and also Itachi has the same grump lines as Madara and Shisui has Izuna’s smile.

Yeah so everyone from the WCE is pretty much convinced that their “dead” siblings were kidnapped instead and the large number of Clan children Danzo kidnapped for ROOT doesn’t actually do much except convince them they’re right. Kakashi OFC decides to play along WTF you giant troll and what the Captain says goes so the tiny minions aren’t arguing and Genma’s like FFS it’s the WCE I want to live agree with the terrifying figures of legend already you idiots.

Note that at this point Obito is still gaslighted to believe that Madara wants world peace and no wars ever and irony at it’s best is that this iteration of Madara is still at the point in his life where he actually does still have solid moral objections to children dying b/c their Clan Leaders can’t keep a fucking peace treaty. So yeah.

Tobirama and Madara are in raptures over their “little brothers” still being alive and also found. Obito is v. affectionate b/c he “remembers” Madara. Shisui is also super cuddly. Itachi mostly just stares and is confused by human interaction. Kakashi is Fierce and nearly feral and makes Hashirama cry a bit and Tobirama is So Mad b/c Itama was a gentle boy what happened and Tenzo was Kinoe until literally just last week and he’s v. much not the happy kid Kawarama was.

So much jealousy when Kakashi lets Obito cuddle him. Kakashi Ignores Them and just keeps commanding everyone around while being princess carried by the homicidal Uchiha. Which... Obito having Mouton confuses the Senju team so much but Hashirama is so excited b/c Tenzo (”Kawarama!” / “My name is Tenzo, Senju-dono.”) has Mokuton too and now he has people to practice with!

So that whole thing where the Senju and the Uchiha HATE each other b/c dead kids gets massively derailed like whoa b/c look they’re alive and also someone else has been playing silly buggers to make all the Clans keep doing the War Things so. So the Senju and the Uchiha still don’t like each other much but they hate ROOT more. Zetsu circa. WCE finds it 111% impossible to manipulate things from behind the scenes b/c They’re On To Him.

So Konoha gets founded like 10 to 15 years earlier than in canon b/c none of the Konoha-nin are willing to leave their Captain and also strength in numbers b/c someone’s been stealing our babies is really up there so far as motivation to maintain cordial relations with other Ninja Clans goes. Other Clans joining Konoha happens both faster and with more issues b/c ROOT kids are many things but normally socialized is not one of them.

Do I hate Kakashi enough to make him Shodaime? TBH it’d be hella funny and the other Nations Are Not Prepared for trolling on Kakashi’s level even if it’s just baby troll Kakashi.

POLITICS and ninja diplomacy ensue.

TBH I just wanna see Tobirama slam Madara up against a wall and fuck him crosseyed. Hashirama was Not Emotionally Prepared to realize that his little brothers and their libidos were already acquainted. Izuna decides that Itachi is his favourite b/c Itachi’s the only one not fucking a Senju. (Joke’s on him though b/c both polyamory and Senju Toka are things that exist.)

Endgame is for TobiMada, ObiKakaRin, ShiTen, MitoHashi, TokaIzuKanna (Kanna is my OC stand-in for Izuna’s unnamed canonical wife), ItaIzumi, GenRai. Not sure that it’s much important b/c Romance not really a major plot point and also Kakashi is 14 y/o through this whole thing but also ninja mature quick so maybe it’s more important that I think it’s gonna be? I dunno whatevs guys that’s all I’ve got except for maybe some timestamps later.

TA DAH THE END!!

Anyway yeah, I needed to get this written down somewhere b/c it would not Leave Me Alone while I was trying to write other things.

#Sanjuno Monolouges #Sanjuno's ficwork #naruto fanfic #fic I haven't written yet #A Widening Gyre #Because pretentious fic titles are my jam #I do what I want #I derailed canon #In two different way #At two different times #getting this off my mind #bad brain worm #No buiscuit #All the Senju #All the Uchiha #All the ROOT agents #And a few random Konoha Nin #In the wrong place #at the wrong time

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