#but projects and stuff happened so i gotta work on those so i pass my classes yo

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SULLied MINd

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Seol Yonna (Sullyoon)

Length: 10.228 words

Tags: art-project all nighter turns threesome, secret crushes, softly making out, stripping, striptease, shy to bold, double blowjob, worshiping cock and balls, cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, facial, cumsluts, virginity taken, missionary, sweat, stocking kink, riding, rimming, stand and carry, cum drinking, lots of perverted thoughts, lucky!you

TW: I barely finished this in time, so the editing is not that in depth lol

Inspiration: Minju and Sullyoon just go together very well, dunno if @sinswithpleasure was the first to give this idea, but the pairing definitely comes from The Bunker... the rest is my own craziness

(A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRL! Happy Minju day to everyone, I hope you enjoy this fic which was supposed to be like around 4-5k...)

“No, you gotta put it in here, not in there!”

“I-I can’t, my hand is too big for the hole.”

“Then try using your fingers, that should work.”

“Eh, okay, but you need to hold onto the legs, otherwise it’ll fall over.”

“Let me get in between the—ah, Minju, watch out! Now my hand is all white.”

“Oops, Sorry.”

The struggle behind you is real, the struggle in front of you—the unfinished essay due tomorrow that is—is real too, but those spoken words cannot be real. You know exactly what Minju and Sullyoon are referring to when talking about white stuff and holes and size. After all, they are working hard to wrap up the project all of you have procrastinated on for so long and it’s bound to be a mess.

You start to trip over your own unspoken words. The lewdness in your mind is unfathomable, a mess can be a mess without mess being the wild, chaotic, imaginary sex that seems to creep into your brain more and more.

No, focus. It’s just a mess because Sullyoon and Minju still don’t know how to put together the human-sized post-modern sculpture of a robot made from cardboard, newspapers and glue—white glue, that drips from Sullyoon’s hand as she tries to shove a painted cardboard cylinder into—

You did it again. Your thoughts are betraying you.

“What are you looking at?” Sullyoon nags, when she spots your dreamy gaze on her hand. Wait, are you drooling? What the fuck is happening?

“N-nothing, nothing,” you quickly turn around and look at the pathetic pile of words that neither make sense nor reach the required minimum amount to pass. “It’s just that—you two are too loud, I can’t concentrate.”

Minju throws you a concerned look, while Sullyoon aggressively wipes her hands on a paper towel and hits you over the head with a piece of cardboard. Now there’s some stickiness in your hair

“Oh yeah? You’re still the furthest behind—I’ll do the writing, I can’t build for shit—that’s what you said and you are still not finished.”

“Sully, please, don’t scream,” Minju groans and gets on her knees in between the sculptures legs, her head on level with what could be its crotch. “Let’s just focus, okay? Can you give me the, uhm, white stuff? I need to fix the butt.”

And now Minju is spreading glue all over the—it’s better you look away and focus on the task ahead. The essay should go over all the different periods of, uhm. Or maybe the various stages during, some-thing? Perhaps the teacher wants a concise summary of how you came up with the idea and created the illusion of Sullyoon sticking her fingers in Minju’s pussy and making her face contort into—

“You’re drooling!” Sullyoon shouts and hits you again.

“Sully, please!” Minju tries to calm the situation down.

“What? Can I not be angry that this lazy ass is just daydreaming—”

“Sully, language! And stop screaming!”

“You’re both screaming and shouting, how should I concentrate?”

“You—”

Sullyoon is about to throw hands. Though they both might give off a similar reserved, kind, beauty vibe to the unsuspecting outsider, Sullyoon and Minju are quite different. It shows now more than ever, when Sullyoon slams her fist on the desk next to you and stares you down into the chair, while Minju sits on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, head lowered in defeat and annoyance.

“Stand up,” Sullyoon orders, her grip on your biceps harsh, as if she tried to scar you with her nails. “I’ll do it, save the project while you can fuck off.”

“The fuck?” you shout back, face angry. Sullyoon’s hand is slapped away and you’re about to fight more if she doesn’t back off. “You won’t do anything, and don’t curse at me. Who do you think you are?”

“Guys—”

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Sullyoon interrupts Minju and opens her adorable eyes wide in rage. “You’re gonna fail us with that—pathetic excuse of a text.”

“It would be better if you could keep your mouth shut, Sullyoon, and let me finish this in peace. Also, the robot is still not upright. If he falls over, Miss Kwon will rip our heads off.” You can barely hold yourself together. The only positive thoughts for Sullyoon, if you can call them that, are the lewd ones, those imagining her naked, her navel exposed, her pussy bare.

“Guys, I—!”

“Oh and that’s my fault? I bet your drool will make it unstable. I swear if you turn around one more time—”

“Then what? You’ll beat me, assault me? I think Miss Kwon won’t give you a better grade then—”

An ear-shattering boom. The door is shut, the door to Minju’s room—Minju, who is not with you anymore. For such a kind and bubbly girl, this fight must have killed her. She was the one suggesting that you all do the project at her place, with her parents out of town. She made cookies beforehand and had something planned for dinner too.

“I-I think we overdid it,” Sullyoon sums it up with an usually soft whisper and you nod in shame. Minju has been nothing short of an excellent host for the two of you.

Suddenly, Sullyoon’s phone rings. She doesn’t get time to answer it however, as the caller seems to end the call within a moment's notice.

“I’ll be out, gimme a second,” Sullyoon says and runs to the door.

“Sure.” She didn’t even hear that, that’s how quiet your voice was. Outside, you hear Sullyoon hurrying down the stairs. There is turmoil in your head about what you ought to do. Should you just sit here and wait for them to come back? Is it better if you go downstairs as well, apologize to Minju, so the three of you can continue with the project? Should you continue alone, perhaps?

You decide on option four: sneak towards the door, carefully open it and then lay low while trying to pick up what they are talking about. They surely aren’t fighting anymore, but their voices are loud enough for you to clearly hear every word.

“It was stupid of me, okay? Can we go back upstairs and finish our sculpture?” Sullyoon asks with loving care.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” Minju sniffles. “This was embarrassing.”

“What do you mean? You weren’t embarrassing, we were. This fight was—”

“No, you don’t get it, Sully!”

Now things seem to get heated. You can hear Minju jumping up from a chair, while Sullyoon gasps.

“Then explain it to me, Minju!”

“Okay, screw it.

“I like him, okay? Two years, I have waited two years for us to finally be in a project—and now you two are fighting! You are ruining my chances with him!”

The silence is deafening. If you weren’t lying prone on the floor already, your knees would have collapsed and you would’ve landed in the same spot anyways. What a revelation! For the first time in your life, you believe that either your ears are deceiving you or that you’re in the most lucid dream imaginable. Never before has a girl had feelings for you—

“This can’t be real,” Sullyoon suddenly laughs out loud. “You like this guy?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Minju hisses back, whiny, like she’s about to cry. “He is very-very handsome a-and I’ve seen his abs. He is also smart, have you heard him talk about history? It’s so attractive.”

“Yeah, of course I have, he is like talking non-stop in history class.” Sullyoon’s tone has shifted from shocked and dismissive to a bit dreamy, almost like she is admiring you. “And the way he pronounces all these foreign words, or how he gives it his all in PE—”

“Wait a minute,” Minju interjects and you can hear the grin as it forms on her face. “You like him too, Sully!”

“Not anymore, not after his lazy ass didn’t do a damn thing during our project.” Another second of silence, then both of them start laughing hysterically, one is stomping on the floor, the other tries to cover her mouth to muffle the loudness.

You’ve heard enough. No, seriously. At this point, you could die happily. Two of the prettiest girls in the entire school like you and both of them are in your project group which will surely last until the next morning at your current pace. What else could you want more? Countless guys would kill to have such an opportunity.

But you want more.

“Crazy, we have the same crush. Oh, have you seen the pictures of his abs?” Minju asks excitedly after the two have finished their laughing fit.

“No, but I was about to ask: how did you get those?” Sullyoon gasps again and then giggles while both start to whisper. The whispers are too quiet, you can barely pick up any syllables. This marks the perfect moment to get back in front of the PC so they won’t catch you eavesdropping when they come back up. It also gives you time to think about what you want to do.

The image of them and their crush on you hasn’t fully settled yet, however, you’re already planning how this night might continue, what might happen, what you should say. Unlike during exams, you don’t feel pressure or tension that’s about to crush you—there is just excitement and a feeling of being loved.

“Hey, we-we are back,” Minju says a few minutes later, her face all red when she enters her room. Sullyoon follows after her, her hair a bit messier than before. Unlike Minju, she is able to hide her feelings for you quite well, now that you know.

“Hey,” you respond with a soft voice. “Look, Minju, I’m so sorry about earlier. I should’ve done my job. I won’t let you guys down this time, I promise. Sullyoon, if you want to, you can write the text. Sorry that I was so rude earlier.”

“I-it’s fine.” Both their voices seem to break when you stand up and give each an apologetic bow. With your new knowledge, you assume that this is a good sign, like selecting the correct dialogue option in a video game.

“Are you sure you want to switch, though?” Sullyoon asks and you nod.

“It’s settled then.” Minju grabs a wrist from you and a wrist from Sullyoon and has this adorable, bright smile on her beaming face. “Let’s not fight anymore and finish this dang project!”

“You are absolutely right, Minju!” you gleefully say. “You two are pretty awesome, so I’ll give it my all.”

Both their breaths pick up in pace; who would have thought that you could make the hearts of girls flutter with just a bright, sunshine smile. Sullyoon and Minju quickly dive back into work, ears still red, and you pretend to be completely unaware. Unaware of their feelings, unaware of their hopes, unaware of their—potentially sullied thoughts.

But could those two angelic looking girls really have the same impurities in their minds as you do? Can it match your fantasies of one of them admitting their love to you tonight, you kissing, cuddling and fucking secretly in the bathroom, while the other continues to work on the project? Maybe they have similar thought, but did they ever consider—

“Can you, uhm, hand me the, eh—” Minju stutters and taps her temple in thought. She looks adorable doing so.

“Do you need the model? Some cardboard? Scissors?” you ask back but Minju shakes her head, a bit abashed that she lacks the focus to say which item she needs. Thinking of scissors, your fantasy does not stop at some one-on–one lovemaking. You’d want the other to join, all three of your tongues in a make out session while your hand is in the back of their panties. You want to fondle their butts and hear them moan before they would scissor, their wet pussies rubbing up and down your manhood until you explode.

“I need the… white stuff.”

“You need the white stuff—from me?”

A quiet whisper, Sullyoon could not have picked it up. Minju halts for a second, then her face turns beet red and she hides it behind her palms, while her eyes keep looking at your awfully-well played innocent expression. Worriedly, you reach for her face and Minju gasps. What does she expect? Certainly not what follows.

“Oh, there is some glue in your hair, Minju. Guess we should wash out the white stuff~”

With that said, you grab her hand and pull her out of her bedroom. To the surprise of Sullyoon, whose questions go unheard, you and Minju enter the upper floor bathroom. There you immediately find a wet towel and start to rub Minju’s hair, and with every second that you dishevel her hair, you also seem to dishevel her mind.

Minju is perplexed, trembling, unable to react to you, especially when you inch closer and really focus on that annoying spot. The two of you forgot to turn on the bathroom lights, so there is only the dim moonlight to reveal to you the absolute dream that are Minju’s eyes: full of love, uncertainty and want.

“I think I got it out,” you finally whisper and drop the towel. “Sorry for messing up your hair.”

Minju smiles softly: “N-no, thank you. You might have saved it, a-actually.”

“Minju—” A moment of silence, full of purpose, of tension, but you bask in it. You can hear Minju’s heart racing and if you’re honest, the muscle in your chest is pumping like crazy as well. “You, you are very beautiful, one of the prettiest girls on this planet.”

“Re-really!?”

“Yes. I wish I could

“Kiss your lips; they look so soft.”

They are so soft, no doubt about it, especially when they accept you so willingly at first and then won’t let go when you try to pull back a little. Minju is on cloud nine and she wants to stay. Her adorable hands hold onto your sleeves, while you hold the back of her head securely in the palm of your hand. There is no tongue movement, there is no tongue movement needed, because it all comes together for her—

A fairy tale moment, out of nowhere, for the girl with her crush.

But your play isn’t over. After a short while, you regretfully remove yourself from her lips and continue to hold her close, hand on the small of her back. When you look down you are greeted by a look—this look of mesmerized love, with teary eyes of joy and panting lips of desire on Minju’s flawless features. How could you want more?

This is how mankind moves forward: by wanting what they don’t yet have.

“Minju,” you take a deep breath and close your eyes. “I—before we continue, and I really do want to—I have to tell you something.”

“Y-yes?”

“I like you, I really, really like you.

“But you know how multiple people can have the same crush? I, my heart, has this issue that—I, I like multiple people! I can never escape it, there is nothing I can do. That doesn’t mean that my love isn’t real—I just want to be honest with you.”

Minju, in the midst of all these surprises and twists and turns for her, looks surprisingly calm and nods carelessly. Of course she is a bit dazed, after all, your lips were just on hers and she can take them back just by getting on her toes, but this should still be a bit weird for her. At least, that is what you assumed.

“I-I don’t care,” she suddenly blurts out and her arms wrap around you tightly. “Why should I judge you? There are probably so many pretty girls out there. I-I’m just happy that you… noticed me.”

“Are you for real?” In a sudden surge of happiness, you lift Minju up and spin her around. “You are so wonderful, I know why I fell in love with you.”

This should wrap up your Oscar performance—well, it’s already beyond that. At this point the feelings for Minju feel more than just acted. How could they not? She is gorgeous, light, her lips are tender, her character adorable and you cannot escape what your heart is telling you: love her, because she loves you.

There is however still—

“Pl-please! Please love me too!”

A loud scream, and Sullyoon bursts into the room. You may not be able to see the correct colors of her face, but you know she is either pale because Minju ‘stole’ you from her or she is red all over because she thinks there is a chance, a tiny chance that you also like her. Nonetheless, all these thoughts become irrelevant, because Minju almost collapses from shock. You catch her before she is able to hit her head on the sink.

The bathroom door still rattles, but the three of you just stare at one another, eyes wide open. The situation is so absurd, you must be dreaming, dead or in heaven—all at the same time, Minju’s entire existence is in your arms and Sullyoon seems willing to join her. She is close, her hands folded as if she is begging for your love. Her breath is hot, right in your face and so unsteady.

“Sullyoon.” Minju’s voice is faint, not even a whisper, but it’s loud. It’s both a statement and a question, a question directed at you. Is this what you were talking about earlier? Could it really be that the two who have a crush on you, would not have to fight? To put it very simply: Do you love Sullyoon too?

At least tonight, you do.

“I—

“I do, actually.” Those few words have you out of breath, before you can continue, Sullyoon has taken a spot in your arms next to Minju. The speed with which your dreams come true is mind boggling, but you play it cool and hold both of them close, an arm around each of their waists.

“You mean it?” Sullyoon has never sounded this cute, not in class, not during breaks and definitely not tonight. Who can resist her with those pouty lips that adorn silky smooth, perfectly symmetrical features? “You really like me?”

“Yes, I do, I like you both. This, this has to be a dream.”

“What, uhm,” Minju stutters and looks at you, similar expression to Sullyoon, her eyes also beaming, her chin tilted towards you—their similarities become uncanny in this dimly lit bathroom. “What are we going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper and smile.

“We still have a project to finish,” Sullyoon sighs and puts her head against your chest, which does not make for a good pillow with its constant up and down movement and Minju right next to her.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think we should finish it. Let’s focus and then maybe our thoughts are a bit more… sorted.” Both girls nod, but it takes some more convincing before they let you go. The fear that they could lose you to the other makes them stay a bit longer until you have to push through them. It’s a playful struggle, which is only resolved when the three of you go back to Minju’s room.

All is quiet for a good, productive thirty minutes. The cardboard sculpture is finally painted and read to dry, the text only needs a few more tweaks, the project is in its final stage. All you can think about, however, are your groupmates, especially when your sight drifts away from the task ahead to their faces, their hands, their hips.

“Minju, can you help me?” Sullyoon groans. “I need to finish, this bottom part is so hard!”

“Of course, let me just—put this here and this into that—do you think it fits now?”

“It still looks too big, don’t you think? Maybe we should stretch it—”

“Or we could share it? I think if we both do it, it will be better.”

Hit yourself on your forehead, because the brain behind it once again can only think of the lewd. Minju and Sullyoon are trying their best to format this text and split it into fair portions for the presentation—yet all you think about is how they admire your big cock, share it in between their parted lips and then, Minju helps Sullyoon to go down on it with her throat.

After you are all covered in her spit, Sullyoon would grab your base and put it on Minju’s folds, ease you into her and all kinds of moans would fill the room and alert all neighbors who are still awake.

“I think this is good,” Minju ultimately concludes and turns to you. “Do you want to take a look too?”

You shake your head. “Uhm, no, I’m sure it’s excellent. Wow, looks like we really finished it.”

“Okay, so.” Sullyoon spins around in her chair, hands hidden in between her thighs and everything vibrates. “Are we going to talk now about… our situation?”

“I think we are all adults, we can talk about it.” Minju fidgets a bit and looks at you. They are both waiting for you to say something, but you just smirk without a worry in the world and lay down on Minju’s bed.

“Sure, we can talk. Let’s be honest, be free. Don’t care what the rest things, just

“Tell me what you feel.”

Sullyoon pushes the chair closer to you with her feet and Minju sits down on her bed, less bold than Sullyoon, because her eyes are fixed on the other end of the mattress. You get her attention when you fingers lock with hers, but the first to speak up is Sullyoon.

“I think I have a crush on you. Two years ago it started and I can’t explain why, but—you grew very handsome during that time a-and you’re pretty smart, so—”

“I feel the same!” Minju suddenly shouts and her fingers squeeze yours tightly. “And sorry, I-I once took a picture of your, uhm, abs when you changed your shirt. It was stupid, I’ll delete it right now—”

You laugh and pull Minju on top of you. Now her gaze cannot escape yours anymore and she has to see the true awe in your eyes. A natural awe for her beauty, her kindness and the way her honesty reveals all those secret feelings.

“Delete them if you like,” you hum and place the palm of Minju’s hand on your abdomen while flexing your muscles. “But you can take some more high quality pictures, if you want to.”

Jealousy overtakes a formerly hesitant Sullyoon and she pounces onto the bed next to you. Her hands are still hidden in between her thighs, but you can see that she wants to touch what Minju is already groping.

Sullyoon doesn’t even have to ask. You grab her wrist and slowly guide it under your sweatshirt. Though she tries to act shocked and abashed, you can feel her digits roaming all over your abs greedily as she visibly drools. Minju had most of your attention until now. Now it’s Sullyoon’s turn to feel your love in the form of a wet kiss pressed right onto her already wet lips. Unlike Minju, she tries to go all in on the first go, but you quickly pull away with a chuckle and watch her eager tongue searching for your mouth.

“Sully, open your eyes,” you softly laugh at her and drag a finger over her flushed, tender cheek as she does so. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going anywhere. If you are okay with it, I can love you both with all my heart.”

“I want to share you,” she says with determination and immediately contradicts her statement by lunging at you and starting a torrential kiss that has Minju hiding her face behind her long, cascading hair. It’s all faux, because in the meantime, she has rolled up your sweatshirt to your chest. Gently she pokes your pecs and you giggle into the kiss with Sullyoon.

“Good to know we are all on the same page,” you finally voice your own feelings when Sullyoon backs off to catch her breath. “I think I could cuddle you both for the rest of the night and forget every worry, every task, every stupid responsibility ahead of us.”

Funny how your dreams come true, again. An arm around each of their waists, you pull Minju and Sullyoon deeper into the softness of pillows and blankets generously spread on Minju’s mattress. Both your cheeks are quickly peppered with kisses, cute, hesitant ones from Minju, from chin to ear and wild, playful ones from Sullyoon, from the edge of your collarbone to your lips. She seals them again and this time you can hear Minju become jealous with a loud huff.

This back and forth of envy, you see no way to disrupt it anytime soon. Come to think of it, maybe you don’t want to. This dynamic pushes them further to reveal more of their love, so give them what they want. You are theirs to love and play with—but you will play with them too.

“Minju,” you say, your voice purposefully low and more serious than before. “You have such amazing hips. They are wide and look so perfect on you.”

You turn towards her and reach for the top of her skirt. Insert a couple fingers into it and let them glide along the waistband until you reach the outermost point of her hips. Minju tenses up when you begin to grab her hips, the skin of your palms right on her underwear, slipped into her skirt. You pull her even closer and she is back to holding onto your sleeves.

“Such nice hips.” Rub them, and Minju starts to rub herself on you, face on your bare chest and crotch on your thigh. Speaking of thighs, Sullyoon might have felt neglected for a second, so you find her mouth with ease and bully her tongue with yours while putting a hand on her inner thigh. Sullyoon shrieks the more you touch her jeans-clad legs, no matter if you go down to where her calves begin or if you go up to where her pussy is aching.

“Wow, Sully, your legs, your thighs are fantastic. I bet they are very soft.”

“T-touch them more, please,” Sullyoon softly whimpers and you nod. Minju is too enamored with her own thighs around yours, she does not realize her friend popping open her jeans and sliding them down. Your hesitation, your careful planning gets thrown out of the window when you slide your hand over her soft skin and go to bite her lips.

“They are the softest, damn, I could knead them all day long.” Your hot breath mixes with Sullyoon when you go from some basic thigh stimulation to cupping her sex and pressing your palm on her covered clit. “Your panties are cute too~”

No time to focus on Sullyoon’s embarrassed face, because Minju’s takes your entire view. You try to kiss her mouth but she backs off, even climbs off the bed and stands next to it. Both her hands firmly grasps the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turn white—that’s how hard she grabs it while her voice sounds absolutely love drunk:

“I-I have cute panties too,” she complains and lifts her skirt up, higher than you thought she would dare to. Not only you, her crush, that can see this most private part, but her friend can as well. Your eyes are glued to the small, pink garment with its tiny wet spot at the front, very cute indeed, maybe even cuter than Sullyoon’s baby blue panties which at this point become ruined on your hand.

“They are really cute, Minju.” You smile, she cracks a small smile. “I did not know you two had such lewd minds and wild fantasies.”

“Can we see y-your underwear now?” Sullyoon avoids your statement with a pout while simultaneously confirming it. Minju joins her nods, skirt still held high, her panties just a bit wetter at the thought of you. “Yes, please, we-we want to see it, it’s only fair!”

“Hm, how about a deal then, my two lewd girlfriends: I’m all yours, you can undress me and play with me until you are satisfied, but first you give me a show. I want you two undressing each other slowly. Sounds like a deal?”

At this point, everything is so out of control, you might as well ask for a favor that usually would get you kicked out. After all, this isn’t porn, not every girl is into girls and into threesomes, but Minju and Sullyoon have shown to be so needy for you, their libido will take over all reasoning. To no surprise, both only hesitate for a second.

“I’m okay with that,” Sullyoon whispers. “You too, Minju?” She leaves the spot in your arm and walks behind her friend. “Are you okay with me touching you?”

“S-sure.” They both get into it quickly. Minju drops her arms and lets them dangle while her needy face is directed at you. Sullyoon makes sure you can see her fingers play with the waistband of Minju’s skirt, just like you did, and she teases you by only pulling down one side, then the other. It’s only when you groan in disapproval that she moves upwards and pulls Minju’s sweatshirt over her head.

You totally expected a bra behind this comfy, cotton barrier, but no: Minju is wearing a white shirt underneath and the tease just continues. Sullyoon finds the lowest button first and works her way up, sending chills down Minju’s spine.

An amazing midriff, toned abs around a cute little navel; you can’t help but ogle when Sullyoon presses her fingers into them and gasps in surprise. No words need to be spoken—that’s probably how Minju likes it more as well. She struggles to relax, especially when the final button pops and her shirt opens like curtains to reveal her bra, the same color as her panties, erect nipples visible through the thin garment.

“May I?” Sullyoon asks, basically blowing the question into Minju’s ear as her hands already fiddle with the clasp of the bra. The sound of silence is nothing but hot breaths and the faint creaking of Minju’s bed as you adjust yourself to get closer with her still-covered breasts.

Still covered.

Still covered.

“O-okay,” Minju whispers, whines, it doesn’t matter, you finally get to see her upper body in all its glory, and you find glory to be an understatement: her breasts are perfectly symmetrical, not saggy but quite perky and a bit smaller than your hands. You could cover them up and knead them without much effort; it takes effort however to not look absolutely overwhelmed as your dreamy eyes focus on erect nipples and round arolae.

“What do you think?” Sullyoon asks the question with an answer that is obvious but hard to put into words.

“Minju, your body looks…

“... very, very hot. I-I’ve never seen something so flawless.”

“And you haven’t even seen what’s behind this~” Sullyoon’s voice is sultry as she taps Minju’s skirt. She once again teases you, her smooth hand under the skirt and once you hear Minju shriek, you know what she is about to do.

Sullyoon removes those stained panties, while Minju still wears her skirt. The miniscule petite underwear wraps around her ankles while her dainty digits wrap around the hem of her skirt. At this point, your drool cannot be held back. You need to see her most private place.

“Let, let me do it!” Minju says with confidence and as if she’s as impatient as you are, pulls the skirt up and shuts her eyes. Sullyoon chuckles lightly and gets a hold of Minju’s hips, while you are about to dive into those wet folds, small and pink and definitely untouched. You notice a small strip of hair above her clit which looks like it should twitch at any moment. Minju’s visible arousal becomes your visible arousal and before you can end the teasing session and start a new session, Sullyoon interrupts you:

“Shouldn’t Minju undress me now?”

“Wha—oh… yeah, sure,” you respond and hold your horny horses. Minju looks a bit dazed when she drops the skirt and opens her eyes again. You help her gain focus by reaching for her hands and holding them. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Minju, you are perfect down there as well.”

“Re-really?”

“Yes, I’d never lie to the girls I love.

“Now, why don’t you help Sullyoon get out of those… tight jeans?”

Sullyoon smirks. Without you noticing it, she pulled her pants back up and made sure that they showed the outline of her shapely butt. She is a tease like no one before or after; fortunately, Minju seems to not get what teasing is about: with you still right beside her, she puts all her strength at pulling the denim down—the denim and Sullyoon’s panties.

“Eh, what are you—Minju!” Sullyoon complains loudly.

“So-sorry, did I do it wrong?”

“You, you were too fast!” The shyness returns to Sullyoon’s face as she buries it in the crook of her arm.

“No reason to fight,” you ease the flames of conflict burning before you. “I think Minju did a great job and your butt is great, Sullyoon.”

“No, don’t say that, it’s too big!”

“I’m gonna say it again.” You emphasize your words with a good squeeze on both her cheeks while Minju’s wide eyes are on the dumpy before her. “You have a fantastic butt, not too big, definitely not too small, perfect.”

Your kneading hands leave Sullyoon a mewling mess, speechless, even as Minju goes and undresses her further. It’s all a lot quicker, the top is removed easily, the bra falls with a simple click and Sullyoon is the first to be fully nude. She stops your continued handsy attacks on her ass with a spin around. Unlike Minju, her pussy is freshly shaven and her entire body looks like it was made just for this moment.

“Someone is prepared,” you say with a smile and drag a finger up her midriff to her tits which are nice handfuls of their own, similar in size and shape to Minju’s.

“You are mean,” Sullyoon pouts and suddenly starts to embrace you. You gasp. Her body is almost scorching hot. “I waited so long for this.”

“I bet you couldn’t look better. No dream, no imagination can make your body look any sexier.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

The sound of someone crawling onto the bed gets your attention. Minju lays next to you, her skirt finally kicked away and she stretches her arms forward in search of your embrace. That poor girl is desperate, however, you don't make it to her before Sullyoon unzips your pants.

“It’s only fair if we get to see you too, right, Minju?” Sullyoon asks, her tone making it clear that the answer cannot differ from her needs.

“Should I strip for you too?” you say with a witty smile, but Minju comes to Sullyoon’s aid.

“Enough teases, I—I can barely think!”

The striptease must have set something in motion within Minju: her shyness is only apparent on her fully red cheeks, her hands have already taken a different path. Boldly, they yank down both your pants and briefs in strong pulls, past your erection, which comes back swinging at her. Minju dodges it, because she can’t stop looking at Sullyoon behind you, arms resting on your shoulder, lips suckling at your neck.

“So big!” Minju can’t hold back her shock and awe at the shape, the bend, the size.

“Yeah,” Sullyoon dreamily adds. “We really have to share him from now on.”

Things are out of control. Every further plan of slowly getting to your dream threesome scenario are useless, laughable, when both your new lovers shove you down into the mattress and somehow find space on and in between your legs to intently stare at and past your phallus. Minju and Sullyoon are often not on the same page, sometimes polar opposites in class, but tonight they are more than united.

While Minju is in awe at how you throb and seemingly still grow into the air, Sullyoon eagerly spits into her hand and slowly spreads her saliva on your shaft. The thoughtfulness, carefulness and softness of her fingers make every pump of hers fade into absurdity. Right from the get go, Sullyoon’s handjob is already on the level of jerking yourself off.

“Have you ever done this, Minju?”

“N-no, never. Not even close.”

“I—only have with not real dicks.” The two blush, but there is no need to intervene. Unlike in most classes, they are eager to study for themselves, learn new tricks and test them on you.

“How about you start down at his… sac, while I go from the top?” Sullyoon suggests and Minju nods. However, you still see hesitance in her eyes, probably because she is afraid of screwing things up or making it awkward.

“They are full for you, Minju,” you softly coo and brush her hair as she almost puts her lips on them. Okay, maybe she needs the tiniest of pushing to finally— “Put your lips on them, give them a kiss. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Sullyoon is definitely not afraid. She wraps her mouth around your cockhead and begins to twirl her tongue around it. The taste of your precum must have urged her on, because she hums happily and sucks loudly. It’s like your cock is the straw in her favorite drink, that's how aggressively she sucks and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Meanwhile Minju sneakily tries to find the best spot to wrap her lips around your crown jewels, her adorable expression unpurified when she decides to go for it.

“Oh fuck!” you groan and your body arches involuntarily. More of your manhood is pressed onto their faces, into their eagerly drooling holes; it makes you wonder if you even need their pussies if this already feels so heavenly. The eagerness and playfulness of Sullyoon paired with the gentleness and sweetness of Minju makes for a double blowjob that could drain you embarrassingly fast.

Something inside your stomach tells you to just release it. Let them suck, let them play, until you just release it all over them without worry in deep bliss. Before that happens, you have to get back at them. It would be quite the disappointing night if this was your only load and they wouldn’t have any stimulation until then. You have to come up with a plan, while Sullyoon pops you from her mouth with a deep moan.

“Minju, let’s switch,” she suggests. “He tastes really good, you have to try it. Don’t worry about the size, I couldn’t take it either.”

“Oh, okay, his, his balls are quite hard. Does this mean they are full?”

“Fuck, yes,” you interrupt their horny conversation, ready to announce your plan. A plan that will surely distract you and them to the point all of you will have the best of fun. “After you’ve switched, how about you turn your butts towards me? You’re doing a fantastic job, I want to return the favor.”

They lock eyes, then look at you and nod. Sullyoon has this grin on her lips, as if she can’t wait for your fingers and tongue on her labia. Minju, again, might look quite abashed, but she is quicker than Sullyoon when it comes to showing you her behind. The sight of her bare ass, tiny pink pussy and thighs spilling out of black stockings has you drooling, almost neglecting Sullyoon’s equally remarkable offer.

Sadly, you only have one tongue and so you dive into Minju’s cunt first. In what has to be the most mind-melting moment in her life, the beautiful girl sucks in your addictive taste while for the first time, someone touches her virgin sex. Minju moans around your length while you lick all the way from her clit to her asshole in long quick swipes. You watch her body tremble and decide to put an arm around it so she doesn’t sway away from your mouth, which digs into her sensitive folds.

Speaking of sensitive folds, your other hand has found more of those. Sullyoon’s innie, beautifully smooth, spills wetness forth and guides you to the well-lubricated entrance. You don’t even have to see anything to slip your middle finger inside her. Sullyoon gasps and nuzzles her soft cheek against your balls, while a little bit higher, Minju has lost all shame.

“Yummy, yummy,” she babbles every half second when your cock leaves her mouth. The two of you seem to share the same thought: These perverted fluids are delicious, I better get as much as I can.

In your mutual delight, Sullyoon momentarily rips you out of it, just to make things even better. She bunches up Minju’s hair in a hand and starts to put her lips on Minju’s. Their tongues battle, luckily your tip is there to separate them, though it does not want peace: it wants all out war.

For this brilliant idea, you decide to switch and bury your face in Sullyoon’s ass then quickly move to her cunt and pierce it open with your wet muscle, the same muscle Minju’s twitching hole misses. She has to finish on your hand, so you decide to twirl her exposed clit in between your fingers.

The greatest trio in the world's most renowned orchestra could not compare to the harmonies your different moans produce. They are unfiltered, not played for a camera, not exaggerated—but still so loud, booming, climactic, when Sullyoon shutters. Her juices gush into your mouth, more when she leans back and presses her pussy on your face.

Minju follows quickly, almost sitting on and riding your hand as it lays there, fingers tapping upwards, against her nub. Her orgasm is not as wet, but you feel the bed shake when she cums and seemingly goes to another reality. You’re glad she physically stays, her tongue still eager at your slit—and Sullyoon is on the other side, making out with her and your cockhead.

You're incredibly hard, an iron-like rod, a tip that is purple and sensitive yet absolutely numb and only begging for what might as well be the best and final release. The thought of this ever happening again does not cross your mind, a void of nothing but pleasure. You have to give it your all now and so you buckle upwards in between their sandwiching lips and explode without warning.

“Fuuuck,” Sullyoon groans. Minju yelps, a high pitch as she still rides out her own orgasm on your palm. Your first is bombastic, a shot up in the air that rains down on their faces while the rest is equally distributed on their tender cheeks, silky lips, hot tongues. No need to mention that a lot ends up in places where the clean up will be more annoying: hair, bedsheets, even clothes have stains of white on them.

Who cares, really? Not Minju, who still laps up what leaks out of your aching, overstimulated cock. Not Sullyoon, who is out of breath and uses your thigh as a pillow. Certainly not you who literally passed out for a second and only returns because Minju sucks too strongly.

“Ouch, fuck, Min-Minju it hurts—”

“You tasht sho good, I want more.”

“Then, ahhh, get it from Sullyoon’s face, I-I don’t have anything anymore.”

Minju listens and obidies, unable to remember her shy nature when she sucks on Sullyoon’s skin to get all of your spunk off of her. Sullyoon is unfazed, mewling a bit before finding your gaze. She smirks and suddenly, the tip of her index finger touches your balls.

“You're lying,” she whispers. “You have at least one more in you.”

“I-I don’t think so.” Shake your head to emphasize your words, but Sullyoon emphasizes her belief more thoroughly by pumping from your base up. Slow strokes to keep the pressure in it, she makes sure to keep her mouth a literal breath away, a hot breath that takes your breath away. Your eyelids shutter.

“Are you sure he can keep going?” Minju cutely asks, the final remnants of cum she collected from Sullyoon’s forehead on her finger which she promptly puts in her mouth and cleans thoroughly. “I could really go for another.”

“Don’t you want him to take your virginity?” Sullyoon’s question somehow has the blush return to Minju’s ears, she turns around abashed. It’s unbelievable: a second ago, she was the biggest cumslut, now she is afraid of what feels like a logical next step if it weren’t for…

“We can’t, Sully,” you say and reach for both their heads and pat them. “Not going to do it if we don’t have condoms, and maybe we should take some time? This is all a bit—”

“Crazy?” Sullyoon climbs off the bed and searches through her backpack, to the confusion of both you and Minju. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so you enjoy seeing her ass in the squatting position. “Is it crazy that I have these?”

She throws you a pack of condoms. You blink.

“Is it crazy that I want you to take my virginity tonight?” Sullyoon sneaks back like a predator, adorable looking, dangerously feeling up your thigh to your once again hard length. You don’t let her have her way, grab her wrists and look at Minju.

“You are crazy. Look in whose bed we are! Minju, what do—”

“I-I’m fine with it!” Minju cups her cheeks and her gaze can’t fix on either your or Sullyoon’s face. “I can give you privacy, if you want.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sullyoon laughs. “You should join us. I’d let you go first, if you want.” She licks her lips and even with her arms being held down by you, she gets her flat tummy to rub on your manhood, close to her heat which you can no longer resist.

“I’ll get some water, you… do you.” Minju’s words are hastily spoken, her sentence finished when she is already out of the door. This settles it for you. You’re going to fuck Sullyoon; her first time is yours and the way she rips open the wrapping of the first condom leaves no doubt in your mind:

This girl loves you and wants you now.

“How do you want it?” you ask and roll the thin, barely-there rubber down your cock.

“I want you to push in me, push my body into the bed, slowly at first. Be careful until I tell you to go faster. Fuck me, hug me, do it so good and hard that I forget that there was ever a time where you didn’t love me.”

“Sounds—

Let go of her wrists and Sullyoon lets her amazing body fall into the cushions. Her lewd expression shifts; nervousness, only a little, seriousness, a little more—thrill, endless amounts of thrill. The same counts for you.

“—good. Spread your legs for me, Sullyoon. Breathe and relax.”

Those wonderful legs not only spread for you, they actually wrap around you, their smoothness suddenly suffocating and now it’s you who needs to breathe. Your cock slips into her so easily, your tip parts her, enters and if it weren’t for her wince you would’ve gone hilt deep right away. Sullyoon’s eagerness momentarily comes to a halt as she realizes that you are a bit different from her toys.

“Wow,” she mumbles mindlessly. “You’re so wide and hard and warm—nothing like a… a…”

“Like a dildo?” you tease her and gradually drag your tip along her walls and then out of the blissful heat. Her legs make sure to push you back in and now she is even tighter. Sullyoon wants you to stay, you can’t leave without your permission. “Tell me when it hurts.”

“Actually—”

Her digits find your nape and pull you down to where her lips pucker.

“—I want you to hammer your cock into me now. Mold my pussy in its shape. Hold back only if I say stop.”

“Got it.” Kiss her lips. “I love you, Sully.”

Sometimes, you need to let go and let the reckless abandon of lust take over your body. Your hips become a tool for pleasure, as they gyrate, then move back and forth to bury your length deeper in Sullyoon’s cunt. Then you copy and paste their movements and repeatedly do them with your tongue as well to the point your new girlfriend desperately clings to you. It’s not only the sweat that sticks to you; her entire being keeps you glued down.

You pump, pump, pump into Sullyoon until you notice her eyes rolling back into her head whenever you hit that spot. The sweet spot that will eventually make her cum. Good thing that you already blew a load and that all your sensitivity has subsided—it gives you the power that makes you feel like a superhero, a superhuman. You will not stop at anything, you want to make her cum with just your dick and so you have to fuck harder.

“Oh God, you’re so big, so fucking big and perfect,” Sullyoon moans. As a thank you, you place a hickey somewhere on her neck. In hindsight, a bad idea. All your classmates will see it, unless she wears turtlenecks from now on. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re so good.”

“Your pussy, Sully, it’s, it’s so tight. You’re choking me.”

“Spread me open more then, fuck, fuck, I want you to make me full.”

Hidden from the world, you place a hand on Sullyoon’s abdomen. Not to touch that tummy that alone can make boys fall instantly, though it feels nice to rub your fingers across it—no, your goal is further down, right above where your cock pounds into that wet cunt. Talk about wet, Sullyoon’s juices have spread everywhere, Minju will smell her friend in this room for days to come.

And talk about Minju: she has just returned, a huge bottle of water in her hand and eyes wide open. There is no shock at the sight of Sullyoon moaning and bending under the never ending attack of your hands, tongue and of course cock. Minju is more fascinated than anything else, you know she could watch for hours if only you didn’t notice her.

“Oh, hey,” you gasp in between groans, but your greeting is cut short by Sullyoon’s deafening scream.

“Minju, Minju, oh fuck, you have to try this. He is so good~

“Yes! My clit, right there! Oh my God, I’m going to cum, you make me c-cum!”

Sullyoon pulsates throughout her pussy, her arms, her fingers. Those pointy nails of hers dig painful bruises in your back while your blurry gaze tries to make out her face in haze, but all you see is the shape of her mouth being agape. She’s suddenly so quiet, except for her pussy, which tries to start your own orgasm. You won’t give it to her, not when Minju stands there, her stocking-clad thighs rubbing together, visibly stained with her nectar.

“You guys…” she whispers and watches closely as you pull out of Sullyoon and wipe away some beads of sweat that have formed on your temple. You’re not a construction worker, but your work was hard and it paid off: Sullyoon could not be closer to heaven above the clouds, no skyscraper or airplane can take her there.

“Can I have some of that?” you weakly ask and point at the water bottle. You’re quick to squeeze out a huge portion when Minju hands you the plastic container. From the corner of your eye you see Sullyoon, back from her crazy trip and you offer her some of the water. She rejects and suddenly, full of energy, jumps up and behind Minju.

“Minju, you have to try it.” Minju shrieks when Sullyoon places her hands on the hourglass body. “He feels amazing, I know you will love it.” All her fingers carelessly drift down to where Minju’s full thighs spill out of hr black thigh-highs.

“B-but didn’t he, like, fi-finish in you? He must be exhausted.” Minju’s excuse is met with a scoff from Sullyoon.

“Look at that thing.” Sullyoon points in between your legs. That’s right, you’re still solid and throbbing, aching to go for more. “He is a stud, he can go forever. He will make you cum on your first time, Minju~”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to listen to her,” you tell Minju and take another sip from the bottle. “We can do something else if you don’t feel ready yet.”

Your words might be honest, but Minju does not get a fair chance to consider this other option. In front of her sits her crush, a guy with a big, super tasty cock. Behind her is a friend, mind controlled by lust, eager to share this big, super tasty cock. The sight of you teases her, Sullyoon’s hands on her hips, butt, crotch tease her. Can she really go for it now? Make this crazy night become nothing but madness, a story worth telling but no one will ever hear it?

“I want… you inside of me.”

“Perf—”

“I want you to cum inside of me!”

You gulp, thoughts tripping over each other. Even Sullyoon is perplexed and frozen. “R-really?” you both ask the still-virgin girl.

“No, like, in-in a condom of course! I just want to know… that my pussy felt good for you, that I can make you cum. I don’t want to get pregnant yet of course—oh God, did you think that?”

“Well…”

“Doesn’t matter!” Sullyoon suddenly laughs this chaotic misunderstanding off and pushes Minju on your lap. “Here, Minju, put a new condom on his cock. We don’t do creampies, but I totally get what you want.”

“I’m so sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,” Minju apologizes awkwardly, but you quickly forget about it when she expertly puts the rubber on your tip and has your entire phallus covered in no time. Her dainty fingers feel fantastic on your base, which she holds steady, awaiting you to do something with it. You can’t make up your mind however: should you pick her up and throw her into the sheets to fuck her like Sullyoon? Maybe spin her around and fuck her doggy, ass up, that beautiful face buried in pillows as you burry yourself inside her for the first time?

Sullyoon helps you come up with a third solution. She grabs your wrists and firmly puts them on Minju’s tiny waist and instinctively, you lift her up and over your cock. Minju looks down at your manhood and mewls, ready yet not ready to take it. Her starlit eyes, a few centimeters away, look down into yours and you swear you don’t want to hurt. You have to do everything to make this the best thing for her.

Give Minju a firm kiss on her trembling lips as both you and Sullyoon gently place her entrance on your spear. At first, she is scared, her body tensing up, but with your warmth radiating on her warm folds, she suddenly seems eager. More and more inches disappear into her and you leave her lips to hear her ultimate moan when her virginity disappears.

“Ouh, so big, so much, ahhh!”

“Does it hurt?” you ask her.

“A-a bit, but it’s fine—Sullyoon, what are you doing!? Don’t look at it!”

Sullyoon kneels between your legs. When she breathes out through her nose, your balls feel her hot and horny breath. She completely ignores Minju’s words and stares at how you leave and re-enter Minju’s pussy. “Minju, this… this is the best sight! Trust me, it feels good when he goes faster. Your pussy will feel so good.”

“This is embarrassing,” Minju mewls again, her hips firmly pushed down on your lap, almost the entirety of your cock inside her. You might not feel powerless in this position, not at all in fact, but you want this absolute beauty of a woman to do how she likes it. If she just wants to sit on you and slowly move her lower body in circles, that’s fine, if she wants to ride you with heavy thrusts, that would be to die for—

But Minju unexpectedly picks a third option. Seriously, these girls are full of surprises. She puts her hands on your shoulders while yours instinctively hover down to her hips and then she tightens around your cock again before moving up and down, up and down, up and down with perfect body control, at the same pace.

Minju rides you, fucks you, like she has done it a thousand times. You can hardly believe she never had a toy inside her. Every breath becomes more chaotic, her features disheveled, her tongue numb. It hangs out of her mouth, a perfectly ripe weak spot for you to attack. You suck on it, bully it in your mouth and Minju grabs your throat, accidentally choking you. No, no, she has to keep doing that. She has to suffocate you, with her pussy, with her fingers, with her stunning visuals as she fucks herself silly.

“Sullyoon, fuck,” you both simultaneously curse when the forgotten girl starts to lick all the way from your perineum over to your cock and Minju’s folds to Minju’s butthole, then back down, as if it were the longest, tastiest lollipop. She is not irritated by all the sweat, the lewd juices and Minju’s ass bouncing on your dick—Sullyoon laps it all up and even giggles when she hears both of you struggle with the added pleasure.

Minju gradually loses speed, which is of course not bad, after all, her cunt still tries to suck your Sullyoon-kissed balls dry, but you notice how completely out of breath and overstimulated she seems. With unfocused puppy eyes she tries to apologize for her lack of stamina, but instead of lamenting, you find a quick solution—a solution that sends Minju straight into her first ever crazy orgasm.

Hock your arms underneath her legs, securely hold her and stand up. Sullyoon gasps in surprise, her tongue still in Minju’s ass, which suddenly shakes when you start to fuck. Minju screams in bliss, covers your crotch in girl cum as you lose your grip on reality but never your grip on her hips. Minju can barely hold onto your nape as you pound her and send orgasm after orgasm into her.

“Ahhh, oh my God, it’s, it’s coming again!”

She deserves so many more so you steady your feet and thrust upwards harder, faster, gape her cunt wide open, all for Sullyoon to see. She remembers that you speared her open in a similar way, your cock hard and reckless. She starts to touch herself while sucking on whatever part of your base isn’t currently inside Minju. In the meantime, Minju’s stockings burn themselves in your memory. She always has to wear them, they look so hot, seductive, like they were made to cover her legs.

“So big, too much, too much, I—”

Minju explodes again. This time her ability to speak is replaced by mindless moans, which sound a bit silly through her constantly cracking voice. You look down and admire the ripple of her thighs, the way her small tits bounce up and down. Her hot cunt feels ready for a load, a load it will not directly receive unfortunately.

Unfortunately? No, it’s good! You can’t risk getting Minju pregnant, that would be insane.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you groan.

“Let me help you~” Sullyoon’s lewd voice and even lewder lips push you over the edge as she puts your balls in her mouth and sucks on them loudly. The added pressure makes you unload into the condom, testing its durability. Luckily it passes the test and Minju still gets to have that feeling of hotness inside her.

She smiles weakly, but cannot really react. Her body goes limp in your arms as you slip out of her wide open hole. You carefully drop her onto the bed, a bed that you definitely need too now. Soft sheets to finally rest in after this night of projects and—other projects so to say.

“Fuck that was insane. What’s going to happen now?” you ask no one in particular. Minju is already gone, deep in a dream.

“What do you think?” Sullyoon suddenly says and lays next to you in bed, her fingers pulling away the condom. When she sees the ridiculous amount of cum still covering your dick, she is quick to clean it up with her tongue. It seems that she is just as addicted to your taste as Minju.

“Fuck, Sully—”

“We have to do this every week.”

“Wh-what?”

“Aren’t we your girlfriends now? Don’t you want this—

“To happen again~?”

Yes, they are your girlfriends now—and yes: you have fallen for them.

Who could blame you?

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader #male reader smut #minju smut #sullyoon smut #nmixx smut #happy minju day #kim minju smut

[gravehags]

impera ghouls' fav art medium bc I just dropped out of art school lmao I hope I didn't forget anyone (I kinda went overboard so it's a long one sorryyyy)

- Mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. Enjoys woodworking and land art. Despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. Makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. And let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause I literally cried over hay last October and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. The texture was disgusting and I got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

- I've already said it before, but Cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. Puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

- Cirrus and Sunshine probably share the serigraphy workshop. It's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. But worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. Though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. They always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. Invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them who print the merch I know it)

- Aether makes very cool metal sculptures. He's got both the strength and the patience for it. You know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? Yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. Also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep on eye on Swiss and Dew when they start beefing with a circular saw on their hands.

- Rain is very skilled in needlework. Originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. Sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. Also interested in book binding. Will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

- Phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. He's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. Has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. I mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). Very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. Mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. Takes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him. (I photographed myself as Judith in Klimt's Lilith II : Judith and Holofernes for an assignment and ngl would love to hold bug's head with my tits out on camera)

- Aurora makes little pop-up zines. It's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. While pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. Has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. Probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like Christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me I'm guilty).

- Dew is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. Little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, I see it as a match made in heaven. Uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. Kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. Was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

- Swiss is totally a performance artist. I mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but Swiss especially. A big fan of contemporary composers like John Cage and Karlheinz Stockhausen, as well as Bahaus performance art. He likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. Probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

- BONUS : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. I haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing Greek statues for 8 hrs straight, but none of them would mind being the models for the 2 hrs 6pm classes. Although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

-unhinged family anon

These are GORGEOUS omg thank you so much for sharing these they’re all so on point!! 🩵

#nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes

[izzy-b-hands]

I think I’ve identified the main issue w/the latest rizzy fic, but fuck me if I can figure out how to fix it.

I don’t know exactly where it’s going.

Normally, this isn’t an issue. I tend to let the story flower as I go, and trim as needed.

But I’m absolutely staggered with this one, where it’s either (major spoilers for this modern AU fic plot here no matter what direction I go with it in the end, but if you don’t mind that/are curious abt the text blocks of info doing my head in, read on lmao):

Version A: Roach (independent food/chef vlogger) gets too into his May 31st project (a crepe cake) and works into June 1st, only to be reminded by Izzy of his extensively planned Pride Month activities/ideas, that Roach had advertised all the month of May as starting IMMEDIATELY on the first (aka he should already have a video of a themed dish up, but he doesn’t bc he’s on Cake Ten of the crepe cake, and their pantry is now fucking empty too.) Fic (tentatively for now) would end with Izzy figuring out how to help him A. finally finish a satisfactory crepe cake (to Roach’s standards, aka Very Fucking High), B. rapid fire choose and film one of his themed ideas for the Pride Month stuff, and C. eventually sleep bc all of this is going down at like. One in the morning.

Version B: All of the above up until Izzy’s part. Instead of figuring it out that night, he gets Roach to bed and does what he can to help before leaving for his own job (PA/Security/Other Duties As Assigned to the combined very rich household of Ed, Stede, Mary, Doug, and the kids (in a huge shared house, so they aren’t in each other’s faces if they don’t wanna be, plus Ed & Stede are implied to own other property they spend time at too.))

The issue with Version B is that I worry the thing is getting too Big:

now I have a subplot started there about Izzy admitting to Mary (when he drops in for the morning to take the kids to school and give both couples of the house one of the reject cakes that Roach has deemed won’t be used at all by him. They have ten fucking cakes in the fridge, getting rid of two barely puts a dent in it tbh)

that his mum passed, in England (implied that everyone else is living in the States or NZ, I’m not exactly sure where I wanna put them yet frankly bc either is fine like I DON’T ACTUALLY CARE BUT I GOTTA IMPLY ONE OR THE OTHER DON’T I) last year, during June.

And he just didn’t tell anyone bc A. everyone was busy w/their own lives, B. Roach was doing his usual Pride Month stuff, and Izzy always helps him film/cook/etc for any bigger projects whenever he can, and he didn’t wanna distract from that, and C. he and his mum had a Complex relationship, so he probably wasn’t going to go visit her before she died anyway (secretly, he wishes he had. Only one who knows anything abt how Izzy and his mum interacted is Ed, who tbh has gotten distracted from any of that stuff since meeting Stede and focusing on helping create the shared family they have w/Mary, Doug, and the kids. Which is absolutely fair, but still. For the sake of their friendship, it will need Addressing of some kind, at some point.)

Like all of this is fine in theory, but it already feels sort of out of control? Bc like I then need to address in a finished version of B:

-Izzy and his mum

-Izzy and Ed

-Izzy and his relationship w/Ed, Stede, Mary, Doug, and the kids. Only bc there’s the implication that while it’s good and fairly easy work for Izzy, he occasionally does feel/get treated like The Help during work hours vs someone they actually know well who happens to work for them, and they sort of. Forget that once his shift is done for the day, he might still hang out just as a friend of the family, and they don’t always remember to turn off that Voice of talking To The Help in those moments (with it being noted that Roach and other crew members have witnessed this, but have leaned on Izzy to sort of give them permission to call it out, which of course he isn’t gonna do for fear of it fucking up their arrangement, and he doesn’t wanna job search in his mid-fifties. Which I think is valid enough lol.)

-Roach and his Pride Month problem (aka he’s got all the research in front of him, in this case the idea that he’ll highlight dishes that were beloved by notable/famous ppl w/in the LGBTQ community, but Actually, that isn’t always info that’s easy to find and some of it is more basic foods which he expected, and it’s fine, except he really wanted to challenge himself and maybe if he just looks a little more he can find something else-cut to two hours later and he’s asleep on his laptop. This isn’t even getting into the actual cooking and videoing of said cooking. He needs a Break.)

-Roach and Izzy addressing their mutual issue of ‘working too goddamn much, but not knowing how to take breaks and not feel Terrible and Useless during them.’ It isn’t necessarily hurting their relationship, but it is making them both more stressed than they need to be, and neither of them knows how to calm their brains down enough to understand that they can, in fact, budget for a small break or a vacation and nothing bad will happen.

-The kids and their implied issue w/mainly Mary and Stede (Ed and Doug hang back and are still doing the ‘I’m a new stepparent and I don’t wanna fuck up and overdo any of this, so I just sort of do what my spouse tells me to do re: the kids’ discipline/scheduling/etc), that they’re forcing them into an obscene amount of extra activities (including night tennis lessons, that require Izzy to also stay/work late, not getting them home until nearly ten at night, and himself then even later.) I don’t think they actually allow night tennis of any kind for kids unless it’s like. a fun now and again event, but to me it sounds exactly like what Mary and Stede would get talked into signing the kids up for. After all, it’ll look good on various school applications, and there’s nearly two whole hours after the after school study groups and other sports they play, surely the kids don’t want to sit and do nothing then? (spoiler alert: they do. they just want to sit and do nothing and be kids, which Mary and Stede do know, but have forgotten in the mess of getting divorced, then watching each other get remarried nearly right away, then realising it would easier/cheaper to try and share a home and keep the kids stable under one roof and moving everyone in together. Not an excuse, just an explanation.)

And that’s. So Much Stuff for one fic. And that’s WITHOUT figuring out what I want the main goal/ending to look like for sure. I won’t lie and say I’m good at multichaptered fics, I’m very much not, but I think that’s the only way Version B could work. And Version B, for what it’s worth, I think could be very satisfying and interesting as a read.

Version A, on the other hand, would be shorter, less dramatic, and would probably involve just Izzy and Roach, whereas Version B eventually would at least be referencing that like. The crew we know and love still work for Ed and Stede and whatever they do in this modern AU (marketing that only involves nautical/maritime/marine life themes maybe? does it matter in the end if it gets mentioned vaguely all of once???)

Even then, we still have the issue of: where in the FUCK is any of this going? What’s the point?

Version A, to me rn, is much more focused on rizzy and the internal dynamic there, focusing hard on the comfort of their life together and tackling problems together. I could probably just pull together something cute abt Izzy trying to fix the latest crepe cake while Roach films his first Pride video. Like my current tentative ending isn’t horrible. Nothing to write home abt, but it’s Fine, ya know?

Version B, to me again dlksajf, is a bigger overall picture that frustratingly, as of yet, doesn’t have a real huge or distinct end goal. It’s less of a ‘here’s a set ending with clear wins and losses’ and more of a ‘life and ppl are messy, no matter how hard anyone tries. Everyone here is doing their best, and learning. Here’s how they’re doing by the end and what they’ve managed to learn/work on, with the implication that they’re gonna keep learning and doing better, but not without fucking up more first bc. Human’

But are either of those actually fucking satsifying???? I wish I knew!!! I was absolutely flying along writing the draft for Version B until all of the above shit knocked on the door of my brain and put up a goddamn roadblock!!!

This is so much info, but if you’ve read this far and have any thoughts/opinions on which of these seems more worth pursuing, please let me know somehow. I’m dying to brainstorm & bounce ideas around w/folks. But even if u just wanna say ‘nah Version A sucks do B’ or vice versa. Pls say it fdksafalk

#text post #long post #will very much appreciate anyone's input even if it is just to say you like Version A vs B or vice versa flkdjsalkfj #it's almost one am i should go shower #but I'm just not...feeling sleeping rn #i could clean up and pull out the laptop after when I'm in bed proper but eughhhh what if I kill my tiny bit of motivation #by getting up and doing other stuff #THIS WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE ROACH AND IZZY COOKING SOMETHING TOGETHER FOR PRIDE AND BEING CUTE HOW DID I FUCKING GET HERE

[chibitantei]

@tres-fidelis / Rin sends:

A passing year yielded more astute observations of one tiny detective, and more opportunities of finalizing a birthday present. Last year Rin happened to hit the jackpot in terms of gift-giving, as Naoto seemed appreciative of the older teen's handiwork. Perhaps she did keep those trinkets somewhere in her own home. She wouldn't ask, though curiosity remained.

This time, Rin began preparations a day earlier than the previous year in case any errors or accidents halted her tinkering. The day soon arrived with Rin nearly tired-eyed (once again) but satisfied with her gift. School let out, and no sooner did the detective hastily leave the grounds catching Rin's attention. "Heh, gettin' a headstart 'fore anyone tries stoppin' ya fer presents 'n shit." And yet there stood Rin, doing exactly just as previously stated. "Well, 'fore ya leave fer wha'eva import'nt 'business'-" Add extra air quotes. "-ya gotta be at, come by my place. I got sumthin' fer th' birthday gal 'ere."

A leisurely pace wound up with the duo arriving at Inaba's one and only mechanic shop. Rin opened up the garage, in turn revealing Naoto's special birthday present. Standing aside from a large foreign-built car was the beginnings of a scooter. Bare-bone work, at best. Mechanical wirings, plated metal sheeting, and a small engine all made up Rin's current personal project. A little embarrassing to show it now, but the brunette rather have Naoto see its ongoing progress instead of receiving nothing from her Senpai. "I uh....only started it las' week. Couldn't find th' parts I wanted in time, but uh..."

Yeah, this is all she's got.

"It'll be yers in no time. Promise ya dat. 'N I'll let ya pick out th' colors 'n accents 'n stuff too."

Naoto's Birthday | Closed

Today was a day Naoto marked on her calendar as dreadful, for a myriad of reasons. Usually, she was motivated to exit classes, exchange her indoor shoes for outdoor ones—no longer did she wear those platforms deemed as a Frankenstein abomination, as Ebihara and Kujikawa criticized her for—and keep a brisk pace as she either headed for the apartment or one of the few places to kill time in Inaba.

That very same plan had been in the works for today as well; the only modifications would be an increased pace and the fires of motivation to escape burning even brighter than before.

Before she could make it twenty paces beyond the gate, she was stopped by one foul, loud mouthed and familiar individual. This year, no eccentric scrap metal miniatures were in sight. No, this gift was to be found only at Inaba's sole mechanic shop. Luckily for Fujimori, she was in Naoto’s circle of acquaintances that were not pushed away the moment she spotted them striding towards her.

She nodded, letting Fujimori dictate the pace. A leisurely tempo, not what she had expected, but she noticed when Tatsumi slowed down his steps so she wouldn’t be sweating bullets just to match. The same courtesy must have been extended here. They arrived at the garage in good time, not too late, plenty of time for her to attend to other business matters after this.

First thing she noticed when the door was opened: the car. Not hers, obviously. The skeleton of a scooter, then, was the object to focus on. Unfinished, clearly, but upon closer examination, the puzzle was complete.

This was her present, although not ready now, possibly not even later in the year. A viewing wouldn’t have been considered a gift by others’ standards, but Naoto had no strong feelings of disappointment. As a hobbyist inventor and maintainer of her scooter, she understood the time it took to craft such a thing, especially if it was built from scratch.

This scooter would hold out until she felt ready to take those motorcycles from the garage out for a drive. ...A motorcycle license was needed for that. Just to cover her bases, obtaining a car license was another priority...

“Take your time. Machines require plenty of elbow grease and persistence. My current one has seen some wear and tear, but it’ll hold out until you finish.” Unlike the others, she didn’t ram her scooter into Shadows—logistics on how they used them in the TV world aside—but it gained those scratches from a younger her learning to handle such a machine.

She cleared her throat. “Thank you for your thoughtful... future gift. And for allowing me to see the work in progress stage.”

#Ask Status: Answered #tresfidelis #tresfidelis ; rin #v: Seeker of Truth #Event: Naoto's Birthday #long post #(tatsuya would be so proud) #(wipes away a tear)

[andromedacorp]

LOG003_RECORDING.MP4 — 03:22/2045/11/23

DAITHI: Fuck, Dan— what time is it?

RT: Eh… a little bit past three? That’s not really important right now, though. I’ve got something to talk to you about.

DAITHI:Eight missed calls…? I thought somethin’ bad happened to you.

RT: Oh! No, no, sorry, nothing bad. Something good, actually! 

DAITHI: It better be. Eight calls… fuckin’ tree ay-em…

RT: Come on now, hear me out. I’ve been lookin’ through Lewis’ old things, right? Mostly old plans, typical boring paperwork, but I’ve found somethin’ really interesting. Arasaka blueprints for some big project… You know how hard it is to get these? This could be somethin’ good for us— for Andromeda. I was thinkin’ that you could help me with them? You’re the best tech I know, so I figured if anyone would have any idea how to make this stuff, it’d be you.

DAITHI: … Did you say blueprints from Arasaka?

RT: Heard me right! Now, I’ve got no fuckin’ clue how Lewis managed to get these, no clue how legitimate those dealings were— Ah, you know how it is— but this isn’t an opportunity we can just pass up, is it?

DAITHI: Alright, alright, fine. I’m gettin’ up. Fucks sakes…

RT: Attaboy! I figured that’d get your attention. 

DAITHI: Well, it’s not every day you start callin’ me your best tech… And I’m already fucked if McCorp tries lookin’ for that android, so… might as well aim for the next biggest corporation, right? … You can be a real convincin’ prick, you know that?

RT: Ah, stop it, you. Makin’ me blush. You did most of the work for me, anyways. So, you’re in?

DAITHI: ‘Course I am. Anything for you.

RT: … Is that your microwave in the background, there? Are you actually making chicken nuggets right now? I’m about to have you signin’ NDAs and you’re making chicken nuggets?

DAITHI: First of all, I’m makin’ fuckin’ pizza rolls— second of all, you woke me up! I’m gonna be up all damn night now listenin’ to you talk to yourself, I might as well make breakfast. Aah—! They’re fuckin’ hot, shit…

RT: They just came out of the microwave…? Show some restraint. And could you focus? This is important, you know—

DAITHI: AnD cOuLd YoU fOcUs? Shut up, man! Ugghhh, I think I burnt my finger…

RT: That’s what you get, interruptin’ me. 

DAITHI: ThAts WhAt yOu GeT… nyeh nyeh nyeh!

RT: …

… Sorry.

RT: Where was I? Ah, right. So, it seems like it’s still a work in progress— lots of pieces missin’, it’s disorganized, the like— but from what I gather, the basic premise is that it’s a collection of separate AI, each designed to perform different tasks, that you’re able to store on… say, a computer, and at any point you’re able to transfer those to a memory chip, right? Which you’d put in your neural processor, and the AI’d be able to watch and listen to what’s goin’ on and sort of… analyze it, I suppose. Give you advice, manage risk, store information, maybe even more. I mean, can you imagine the sorts of things that could be done with this? 

DAITHI: Shit… that sounds like self-learning AI, yeah? They only run those for cybersecurity and data analysis— but one that you can use on a day-to-day basis? I bet you Arasaka thought they were wastin’ their time with hard coding, you know how fast they learn? You could teach them anythin’... completely personalize it to whatever ye need… Jesus. This could completely fuckin’ transform the market for cyberware— this is some serious shit, Dan.

RT: Yes, exactly! See? I told you it was important. This could be revolutionary, for you and me— not to mention what we could do with it on a larger scale. Just about every person in Night City could find a use for this. I’ll be sendin’ the blueprints and other details over to you soon so you can take a look at it all… er, along with all the necessary paperwork, you know the drill. I’ll keep the fine print brief this time.

DAITHI: Yeah, yeah. ‘Course I will. Ugh, gotta reschedule all my fuckin’ appointments… Might have to move Bri’s thing to next week… Knowing you, you want this set up as soon as possible.

RT: Oh, ‘course. Better sooner than later. Progress waits for no man! Er, well, man or whatever Brian’s supposed to be. He’s holding up well, I take it?

DAITHI: Mhmm. Just got done installing all of his body plating, just gotta make sure everythin’ is workin’ before I do any other body mods… he’s been askin’ for some stuff, you know how he is. Impatient and all. Maybe… hmm. I could use his help to set up, but d’ya think he could sign an NDA and be legally bound by it? Probably, right?

RT: Ehm… I’m not sure, actually. I don’t think we’ve ever needed to have a combat mech sign one— not that Brian is, by any stretch of the mind, a typical combat mech. I’ll check with my legal team, but one way or another I’ll get him over here. Oh, and make sure he’s recognized as a neutral mech and not one of MC’s, yeah? Wouldn’t want our system to clock him as a threat. Should be some sorta chip you can take out, that’s pretty standard.

DAITHI: Right, right. It’ll take me an hour or two to reschedule all of my shit, then I gotta get another CPU, maybe a couple, just to run more of ‘em at once. You should have some stuff, already, but— ugh, I’m too fuckin’ tired to think about this, man. We can be there by… around three or four today, maybe? Does that work for you?

RT: Sure, sure, that’ll be grand. Bring whatever you need to, I’ll let ‘em know you’re headed over. See you then, Daithi.

#01 - the arrangement #🏙️ - the tower #💟 - the lovers #cyberpunk m31 #rtcu

[aug-archive-1]

Transcript, AUG-NOM-7, Human 1, and Human 3

Day 146

[Translated]

>> Welcome back, Human 1. How was your visit with GOV-23?

“It was fine. 22 was there too. Did you receive the meeting transcript?”

>> Yes. I’ve also received 23’s flight pattern request and computed it, with approval from 23. Take a look at them, see which pattern appeals to you.

“Hm… the power district is farthest, but yields the best results. Going flight route 2 gets us the rarest things but costs the most… There’s a lot of different directions we can go here.”

>> Indeed.

“What are the consequences for missing specific items? Can you pull up the inventory of mechanical parts please?”

[Inventory is projected onto the screen]

>> We are missing critical servos and wires for upkeep of units. Furthermore, greater access to solar panels and batteries allows partial awakening of REACT units without solar panels. Flight pattern 2, 4, and 7 fulfill these needs best.

“We can’t get some of that with our current NOMAD bots, right?”

>> Harvesting rates would be down.

“What has the highest harvesting rate with our current units?”

>> Pattern 7. 

“What fixes do we have to make to the NOMADs before they’re ready for another round?”

>> The returning NOMAD units require some tune ups, all are fully charged, and the data updates for their flight patterns and objectives. 

“So like, a day or two.”

>> A day or two. Should I contact Human 3 about the tune ups?

“Sure, call ‘em.”

[Human 3 was pinged]

[Human 3 joined the call, consented to inclusion in the transcript]

3: “More tasks?”

1: “Fraid so. Sending you the file, it’s mostly tune ups.”

3: “What’s it for?”

1: “The next squad. We haven’t gotten the motion passed, but it’ll be easy. An easier task than last time, a flight path that doesn’t stray as far, and we get some more supplies. Lemme send that over to you too, let me know what you think of it.”

3: “Conservative. You could add a few in-building pit stops there and take stuff from those buildings’ internal wiring.”

1: “I don’t know if the EXTs can do that.”

3: “I could.”

1: “Dude…”

3: “I’ve been doing nothing but tune ups for 2 months now, man. What the hell am I even doing here, if I’m not helping out?”

1: “But Squad—”

3: “Listen. We’re going to die without any meaningful progress. Let me go. This is a pretty close perimeter. If you wanted, I could even check in between building dismantling. So it’s a mission that’s totally a few days, but I’d basically sleep within our limits. You know I’m right.”

1: “GOV-23’s not going to like it. And hell, I don’t like it. If something happens to you, I don’t know if we can help at all. What if the other extensions are damaged like these guys?”

3: “It’s a risk I’m willing to take - and, I’m still super close to our district. We’ll be fine. And we can handle 23 - since when have you cared about 23’s opinion.”

1: “This goes to them.”

>> Probability of motion passing with human involvement is below 10 percent without overriding 23’s commands.

3: “I get it but—look, you’ve gotta try at least.”

1: “You… know how bad some of the earlier missions went.”

3: “This is why we added safety measures. Send me on a small mission with little consequence. I remember. I was there.”

1: “NOMAD, how do you feel about this?”

>> Human 3 will be able to collect scrap materials better than any of us. The check-ins improve the odds of a safe return.

1: “I’ll see what I can do. I don’t like it, but you’re your own man.”

3: “Damn straight. Put me in, coach.”

1: “Yeah, yeah—you’re writing it though, while I’m working on the rest of the paperwork.”

3: “Sure thing. Thanks, man.”

1: “Might as well do my pod leader duties once in a while.”

[Human 3 disconnected.]

>> Shall I begin aggregating data?

“Yep, you know the drill.”

>> Roger that.

[End of Transcript]

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#twentySeven #AUG-ARCHIVE-1 #Day200Project #science fiction #online novel

[youandiverse]

Chapter 1 — Us

playlist for this chapter: nobody but you

"this feeling's so alien, need to know if you're just a friend. are you a secret I'm holding in?" - Alien by Sabrina Carpenter feat. Jonas Blue

It was early March, one Sunday right after my birthday. I couldn't remember the day too well, probably a lot of things have happened as years passed by so my brain couldn't remember everything well. Could you blame me? But, did you remember that day? Our first time seeing each other.

We were there. Just there. So close to each other, but so far away at the same time. We had our own world, our own story, never shared anything. Only space, space where we stood that day. I didn't know you, you didn't know me. I only knew your name, the name that later had become so familiar in my lips and my fingers. I didn't know who you really were, I only catched what people, everyone, said about you.

You were smart, you still are. You always did great in your work anyway. They praised you, I knew that. I heard that. You were quiet, you still are. You're an introvert, I can't blame you because look at me. But, you can be really chatty and loud, right? Just gotta find the right person. And those were pretty much what they said about you.

Smart and quiet. Sounded like a genius, I could say. No wonder why a lot of people were curious about you. "Why did he so quiet?" "Is he okay?" "How would he be like?" and blah blah blah. They wanted to know. Curiousity killed the cat. So, I didn't question anything. Well, I kind of had one question at that moment. What made him who he is right now?

So, time passed by. Stuffs happened, I couldn't remember. Just bunch of busy days, bunch of breakdowns and overthinking, bunch of things that have become so blur in my memories. Nothing exciting happened probably, that's why my brain couldn't project anything from those moments.

But the quiet ones finally became friends. I didn't know how, but they did anyway. They could be so loud together. They could talk for hours and hours, everyday, every freaking day, every time, and never got tired of it anyway. They spent their time together. This and that.

It felt like it was just you and me. I felt like out of seven billions of humans and many more creatures in the universe, I only saw you. My eyes, my mind, my whole body, I was stuck on you. You and only you. Nobody else mattered to me. You were all I craved.

I hid that from everyone, from my friends. I hid the fact that the quiet one they saw was actually my friend, my close friend. really close friend. I didn't know why I did that, maybe because they were too loud and I was scared that they would ruin our friendship, or maybe because I wanted to feel exclusive. I didn't know.

But you know what? I felt like, we were just lonely, and that was the mistake. But, everything about us was so lovely, seemed so pretty and everything better than I could ever freaking imagined. You fit into the story that I wanted for myself so well that I could love you more and more each day. It was unreal, but surreal.

I fell, I fell for you. Hard and deep. I fell for you until I forgot how to get up, until you became everything I ever needed. You showed me that I didn't want to be lonely, that I wanted someone to be there for me just like what you've done. I wanted someone to listen to me, to be my friend, to share anything with. I craved it more and more, I craved your presence as if I never needed anyone else.

I have fallen for you harder and deeper as each day gone by. You became so familiar to me. And I forgot how did it feel like to get through my days, to get through everything, without you. It seemed so impossible. I couldn't function with you.

You have become the most important part of my life. You became everything I needed, everything I wanted. You mattered to me. You were my everything.

[cocoanmelaninsims]

Announcement

Beginning/Previous/Next

Xela told her friends about the last few weeks including her engagement and some struggles since her parents passed. The girl time was much needed and she found the support she was looking for. 

transcript below

Later that same day @ Britechester University

Belle: I'm jealous we couldn't go on your birthday trip. How was it?

Hazel: Yeah, I saw those photos, they had FUN. As for me, I aint been doing nothing but trying to keep Russell's ass away from me.

Xela: Well... there was a lot that happened. Sheldon is such a sweetheart. He really goes above and beyond for me. And I deserve it. I've never had anyone care for me the way he does. 

X: I heard about that. I heard it was Vanessa too? Honey I'm so sorry. Russell really aint worth shiz.

Hazel: I don't even care who she was. I heard her name was Nessa or something like that so it tracks but I'm done with him and his bull. Graduation is coming and apparently my BEST FRIEND's WEDDING! I'm busy over here.

X: I can't believe all of the shit that's happened in a month. I lost both of my parents y'all. And now I'm getting married. I'm graduating. I just turned 30. I feel like my parents died and now I gotta celebrate all these amazing things without them.

H: Don't you worry about that. Your parents will be there cheering you on. It'll be as if they were there. Because you were able to do all those amazing things because of them. There's no way they'd miss a second.

Belle: Shit, we are late.

X: Nah class got moved to 3pm. It's like 3 hours away.

Hazel: Good cuz we need to discuss graduation and our plans after.

X: I can't do anything after graduation. I got a new job and I start literally the next day.

H: Excuse me Sigress! Why would you do that? I know things have been hard and you got bills but let us help you. No one goes straight into working after graduation. Take a few days off or something!

B: Yeah boo that's a no. Come on, we got savings. What you need? If we can help it, you gotta at least have that weekend off.

X: Of course I have the weekend off but yeah I mean, property taxes are due. I'm trying to sell the house too. It's a lot and I am overwhelmed.

B: OK I see. Well give us a number sitch! I got like 5K saved right now from working, financial aid and graduation gifts.

H: OK yeah, I got like 3K. We can cover those taxes and we can talk about other stuff later. How m/uch you need? Be sure to include small shit like groceries. What you think belle? Like 1500 each

X: Y'all are too much. I could use around that much 3K. My fiance... that's weird to say. Wow. Sheldon is helping me out a lot too but yeah... I'm in a spot right now. I really appreciate your help though.

H: Well, Let's get together and get a care package. Ya know write the check and all.

B: I like it, I'm coming over tomorrow for our project anyway so how about then?

X: Come on care package is doing too much. You don't have to do-

Both: Shush chick, no one asked you. * both laugh*

#xela #hazel #belle #simblr #black simmers #ts4 gameplay #ts4 stories #ts4 screenshots #ts4 posing #ts4 custom content #ts4 storytelling #simblr community #callmexela #Announcement

[talietikasero]

I’m a little behind because of work and school but here’s what I did for the first two days of ShuAnn week  (* ^ ω ^)

day 1: wedding - went with a traditional portrait. there is a “secret” in the flower coloration day 2: vacation / international - they’re at the louvre (semi-cosplaying calem and serena in the clothes you can get from boutique couture)

#shuannweek2k21 #shuann #akirann #renann #my art and doodles #i still cannot draw backgrounds to save my life #but at least i tried lmao #hoping to have days 3 and 4 ready by tomorrow night #i actually had something really big planned for the wedding prompt #but projects and stuff happened so i gotta work on those so i pass my classes yo #i'm still gonna do it just at a later date #also i thought it'd be funny if ren had the red and black pt design as his phone case #like he posts the pic to his insta and puts this as the description #totally not here to steal valuable artwork. nope. not at all. #or this #at the world's most famous art museum with my gf: the lovely walking work of art

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the best interview ever ~ pete davidson

word count: 1745

request?: yes!

“I’d love for you to write something about Pete Davidson flirting with a journalism student who’s interviewing him and her just being all shy and stuff, just fluff!”

description: in which he finds the shy journalism student interviewing him extremely adorable

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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From the moment you walked in the room, Pete’s eyes were glued to you. You noticed him look you up and down when you walked in first and tried to hide your face so he wouldn’t see that you were blushing.

“Well hello,” he said. “Are you my interviewer?”

“I am! My name is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

You sat across from him, hoping it wasn’t as obvious that you were shaking as it felt. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I feel like I should warn you that this is my first solo interview, so I’m sorry if it’s super awkward.”

“Are you telling me that I’m popping your interviewing cherry?” Pete asked.

You chuckled and nodded. “I’m actually still a journalism student. I’ve shadowed some interviews, but this is my first actual interview.”

“That’s awesome!”

You smiled as Pete raised a hand to you. You high fived him and felt any stress or nervousness you had slowly start to melt away.

Pete’s chill demeanor felt so much different than any of the interviews you had shadowed. Although, it wasn’t hard to be more chill than CEOs and local politicians, which were the only people you had encountered so far. Pete was the first actual celebrity you had met, which made you extra nervous, but so far he was doing a good job at easing your nerves.

Since this was your first solo interview, you had done a lot of research on Pete and his new movie to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself. You had two and a half pages in your notebook filled with questions to ask as well as little facts you felt like you should know. You hadn’t even done this much research for school projects, which was hot you knew you were serious about this.

Pete’s eyes glanced at your notebook as you opened it, a small smile crossing his face. “Damn, you’re already more prepared than most people who have interviewed me before.”

“Good,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Pete gave you an amused look as you tried to stutter out a better response. “I-I Mean, personally, I hate watching interviews where the interviewer obviously hasn’t done their research, s-so I can’t imagine being interviewed by someone like-like that.”

“No, I respect it. I appreciate that.”

With that awkward encounter out of the way, you were able to actually start the interview.

It started off really well. You asked Pete about his new movie and any upcoming projects he had in the works. He told you about his work on SNL and his hope to film another stand up special soon. He was absolutely radiating happiness as he talked about his work, which made you extremely happy as well.

As the questions moved to be more personal, you came to learn more about Pete on a personal level. It went from feeling like an interviewer and their interviewee to feeling like two people who just met and who were getting to know one another.

You felt like you had gotten a hang of the interviewing thing, until Pete asked something that threw you off your groove. “So when do you ask me about my dating life?”

You had been looking down at your notebook when he asked, so your head snapped up so quickly that you almost made yourself dizzy, and your eyes were so wide that they were actually hurting a little. Pete laughed at the face you were making, and you could feel the embarrassment and nerves starting to come back.

“I-I...I wasn’t...” you stuttered, trying to figure out something to say. You never had any intentions of asking Pete about his dating life. It wasn’t relevant to the interview, so you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Damn, you’re really the best interviewer I’ve ever had,” Pete commented. “Most people go straight for the jugular on relationship questions. I’m still asked about an engagement that ended nearly two years ago. I respect that you had no intentions on bringing it up.”

You were so thrown off by the earlier question that even Pete’s reassurance that he was okay with you not asking wasn’t enough to get you back on track. You looked down at your notebook again, trying to remember what you had asked last but your mind felt empty. You were running out of time, you didn’t want to mess this up now.

Pete leaned forward and took your hands in his. You looked up at him and felt your breath catch in your throat upon realizing how close he was.

“Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up like that,” he said. “I really was just joking around. We were having fun and talking, I’m just used to that going south by being asked about my dating life because...well, you know who I was engaged to. I didn’t mean to startle you with the question.”

His voice was soft and it felt like you were seeing a completely different side of Pete, one you hadn’t even seen in movies or on SNL. Like it was a side of him he reserved for people closest to him, people that he cared about. You were shocked but also grateful that he felt like he could show you this side.

“I am single, by the way,” he added. “Just something I want you, personally, to know.”

He winked before he let go of your hands and sat back in his seat. Now you felt even more flustered, but for a different reason.

The rest of the interview went off without a hitch, and before you knew it, you were thanking Pete for his time and turning off your recording device. The crew came to take the microphone off the both of you.

“You’re my last interview of the day,” Pete said as the two of you stood from your seats. “I’m glad I got to end it on such a good note.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face. “I’m glad I got to be such a positive ending.”

“Are you parked downstairs?” You nodded, a bit confused by his question. “Mind if I walk you down? I gotta wait for my ride back to the hotel anyways, might as well spend that time with someone.”

At a loss for words, you just nodded.

The two of you walked together to the elevator that would bring you down to the parking garage you had parked your car in. The crew was still busy taking down the equipment in the room, so just the two of you stepped into the elevator.

“You’re really good for someone who’s just a student,” Pete said as the doors closed. “You’re more professional than most interviewers I’ve had.”

“I don’t want to be like every other tabloid journalist that just wants the latest scoop,” you responded. “I know that gossip and drama sells, but I wanna be one of those journalists that gets to show the real side of celebrities, not just the bullshit you see in magazines or on websites.”

“You’re one of very few, (Y/N), I’ll give you that.”

You couldn’t help but smile as Pete said your name. It just felt right hearing it come from his lips. You wondered if you could make him say it again.

“I really am sorry for throwing you off with that relationship jab,” Pete continued. “I meant for it to be lighthearted, like a joke, but I realized after I said it that it did come out pretty harsh.”

“It wasn’t harsh,” you shrugged. “I was just a bit shocked. I hadn’t planned on asking you anything that would make you uncomfortable, so I hadn’t even entertained the idea of asking you relationship questions.”

“I appreciate that. I’m not a super private guy, but it gets hard to be in the public eye with a relationship when I’m just trying to move on and people bring up my past ones, or what they believe to be past ones.”

Before you could respond, the doors to the elevator opened. The two of you stepped out and walked through the nearly empty parking garage before arriving to your car. You paused and turned back to Pete. You didn’t want to go just yet. You had enjoyed getting to spend time with him, even if it were likely he just saw you as yet another interviewer and nothing more.

“Thanks for walking me to my car,” you said, lamely. You mentally kicked yourself for not saying something that actually warranted a response.

“No problem. Gotta make sure no one kidnaps you.”

You smiled at the joke. You toyed with the keys in your hand, trying to put off getting in the car as much as you could. Pete was hesitant to walk away as well, which gave you a little bit of hope as to where this was going.

“I meant what I said about being single, by the way,” Pete finally said. “Which is to say that I am...single.”

“I am, too,” you told him.

A smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips. “What should I do with that information then?”

“Well,” you started, “you’re single, I’m single. We just spent the day getting to know one another. Maybe we could extend that to a non-professional setting.”

The smile on Pete’s face was brighter than the sun. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, actually. How about tomorrow? We could go for a coffee, start small.”

“Sounds fantastic. Here.” You passed him your phone and watched him put his number into it.

It felt so much easier to get into your car then.

You watched Pete walk away through the rearview mirror, and once he was far enough away you did a dance in your seat to celebrate both a great interview and the date you had managed to score along the way.

You were just starting up your car when a text from an unknown number came into your phone.

“just making sure you gave me a real number ~ pete”

You smiled to yourself and sent a response. “nope, this is actually a chinese take out place that conveniently does text messages as well”

“well fuck, that’s the third time this has happened this week”

You giggled to yourself before putting your phone aside and driving back towards your home, feeling as though you were on cloud nine.

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Burn The Witch 4 - Making Believe [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: A lot can happen in a coffee shop. 

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Considering all the missions your superiors had sent you, this wasn’t the first one to make you end up with a gunshot wound, but it was the first one that you were assigned to seduce the target and ended up with a gunshot wound as a first impression.

Now that you had met Bucky, the next step would be easier. You just hoped he wouldn’t suspect something was up like General kept warning you about, so you had to make sure to memorize every single detail of your cover story.

Instead of being a trained assassin, you were now working in a milkshake shop.

Instead of having lived there your whole life, you were now clueless about the city since you had recently moved there.

Instead of liking horror movies, you now loved rom-coms.

New identity, new apartment, new car, new everything. It was as if the real you had never existed, but none of that was your biggest issue right now.

It was your new uniform for the milkshake shop.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself, looking in the mirror before fixing your skirt. Even after a week, you still weren’t used to wearing it, the uniform was some sort of a retro diner waitress costume with red and white stripes, cinched waist and a white apron over the short skirt. “I’m going to kill whoever picked this after I’m done with the mission.”

“Y/N?” Chloe called out from the living room, “Come on, we need to go over everything for today.”

You ran a hand over your face and walked to the living room to find your two best friends sprawling on the couch. Keith let out a laugh as soon as he saw you in that outfit, but managed to hide it by pressing his fist on his lips while Chloe kicked at his boot.

“I didn’t say anything!” He held up his hands, “Will you break my phone again if I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you pointed at him, “I will, so don’t even.”

“We need to go over the plan,” Chloe said, “Today is the day you accidentally run into Barnes, he’ll be at that coffee shop.”

“How do you know where he will be?”

Chloe scoffed, “Hello? I’m a genius hacker?”

Keith sat up straighter, turning the pages of your file.

“Okay so,” he said, “You guys will probably make some small talk, let’s have some practice. Pretend I’m Bucky, how will you talk about yourself?”

“We don’t need to practice it, it’s not my first rodeo,” you reminded him “I got this.”

“Y/N, no offense but he isn’t some clueless civilian okay? The guy was going after targets before you or your parents were born for that matter. The tiniest mistake could tip him off.”

“He has a point.”

“Fine,” you sighed, fixing your nametag, “Let’s practice then.”

Keith took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Look at that, we ran into each other again.”

You frowned at his deep voice, “Bucky doesn’t sound like one of those robots in the Terminator, Keith.”

“I’m in the zone, just go with it,” he said as offered you his hand, and you shook it.

“Yeah, hi again.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh that’s normal, I just moved here. A month ago.”

“You just moved here?” he repeated “Really? Did you get used to the city yet?”

“A little.”

“I bet your family misses you.”

“Not really, I grew up with my grandmother. She passed away last year.”

“Any siblings?”

“No.”

Keith raised his brows, “Can you be less specific?”

“Keith—“

“You’re not acting like a civilian right now, you’re acting like a spy who has been forced to socialize and he will see right through that,” he told you. “You have to give him more details, civilians talk about themselves a lot.”

“It’s true,” Chloe said, “Once I was in this speed dating thing and just- don’t ask. They don’t stop talking about themselves.”

Keith pursed his lips only for a moment, stealing a look at Chloe before turning to you,

“Let’s try again. Any siblings?”

You rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately not. I’m an only child but when I was a kid, I kept begging my parents for a sister. My mom asked me what would happen if I got a brother, apparently I went like “but mommy, you can give him back then!””

“There we go, embarrassing childhood memories,” Keith grinned, “Good idea.”

You checked your wristwatch, “I gotta run,” you said, “You guys can see yourselves out.”

“I was actually hoping I could stay a little more,” Chloe said, “To make this place look a bit more appropriate. I suppose you’ll bring him here at some point?”

You pulled your brows together, looking around. “Yeah, so? There’s a bedroom.”

“Ever the romantic, this one,” Keith said and Chloe shook her head,

“Y/N, he needs to see something personal otherwise he might get suspicious.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought, “You mean like sex toys?”

“Oh Jesus…”

“Contrary to popular belief, when people say they want to see something personal, they don’t refer to sex toys.” Keith stated helpfully, “That being said, we’re all screwed if you end up falling for a civilian, you have no idea how to act like one.”

“I meant personal as in stuff to make your place look more homely,” Chloe explained, “Things from your cover’s past that show him we didn’t fabricate this whole identity.”

“Even if we did,” Keith mumbled under his breath and she nodded.

“Even if we did. He needs to see something personal when he comes here, like…” she motioned at the walls, “Like your childhood pictures or your art projects from when you were seventeen.”

“I was learning how to use a pencil as a knife when I was seventeen, Chloe.”

“Exactly. Just let me handle it, I’ve been watching so many makeover shows lately.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Knock yourself out,” you said, “I have milkshakes to fill, see you guys later.”

“Go get him tiger!”

“You got this!” Chloe called out as you walked to the door, “Just be confident and your milkshake will bring all the ex-assassins to the yard!”

You let out a small laugh, then closed the door behind you before throwing your shoulders back and going down the stairs.

                                                         ***

Approaching the target as your training taught you had to have certain steps. You couldn’t just implant yourself in their life, you had to wait until they thought it was their choice to include you in their lives. Sometimes it took more time than you had patience for, but in the end it was worth it.

Seeing that Bucky Barnes was no civilian, every single step had to be checked twice.

Well the uniform would help the mission, at least a little.

A distracted target was a good target.

You lowered the binoculars before pushing them into your purse and fixing the apron wrapped around your waist. Bucky was sitting with Sam at the coffee shop and they seemed to be in a deep discussion, not even aware of what was going on around them. You took a deep breath and approached the door before you pushed it, then slowly made your way to the barista.

“Hi, can I get a cappuccino please? Small.” You smiled at her and went to the counter on the right to wait for your order. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam looking at you with a frown before saying something to Bucky, nodding in your direction. You kept your eyes on the counter, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet before you scratched around the tape of the bandage over the bullet wound absentmindedly.

Come on…. you thought Come on, approach me already, just come here….

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the cup off the counter before you started pouring sugar into it just to stall, and finally heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Bingo.

You looked over your shoulder and turned around, your jaw dropping.

“Come on,” you let out a giggle, “Is this real?”

Bucky smiled slightly and pursed his lips together as if he wasn’t familiar with the gesture, “Uh…hi.”

“Hi!” you said, your voice way too high pitched for a moment, “Wow. We meet again, my hero.”

His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “How’s your arm?”

“Healing,” you ran a finger over the tape of the bandage, “I didn’t die, that’s something. But the doctor said that was the worst bullet wound he had ever seen in his life.”

Bucky frowned, “Wait, really?”

“No, I’m just trying to look badass,” you admitted, making him chuckle, “They didn’t even think it needed stitches.”

“Ah,” he said and motioned at your uniform, “So you’re a…?”

You scrunched up your nose in what you hoped to be a cute manner and shot him an abashed look, “I know. I thought the exact same thing when I first saw myself in it.”

“I doubt that,” he mumbled more to himself and you tilted your head, batting your lashes.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “So the uniform?”

“I work at this milkshake shop just around the corner,” you said, “Apparently retro shops are popular nowadays. It’s supposed to look like this pin up style— can you tell me what’s wrong with the dress so that I can tell the owner what a ridiculous idea it is?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking you up and down, “I don’t- it’s-“ he stammered “You know, it was such a long time ago. I think it looks perfectly fine.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely.”

You grinned at him, “Well in any case, you should drop by sometime. Milkshakes are better than the uniform, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah! I would’ve invited you sooner but by the time I was done at the hospital you had already left, and they also told me you paid for the whole thing and the taxi, so…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand, “It’s nothing.”

You bit down on your lip, “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said softly, “Why did you leave in a hurry? I mean obviously you didn’t have to stay, I’m sure you’re very busy and—“

“No no, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky cut you off, “I just didn’t want you to think you owed me anything, that’s all.”

“Huh,” you clicked your tongue, “I see. I was wondering what the catch was, didn’t have to wait that long. That’s good to know.”

He raised his brows, amused for some reason, “What’s the catch?”

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really,” you taunted him “Just unfamiliar.”  

His gaze lingered on you as you took a sip of your coffee, keeping your eyes on him.

“I hope you got home safe though,” he said after a beat and you thought for a moment.

“I did, and now I know to stay away from dark alleys in New York,” you said, “Lesson learned I’d say.”

“You’re not from around here?”

“I- no, I actually moved here just a month ago,” you said, “I grew up in a small town, we didn’t really have robbers or anything. And I managed to get mugged within the first thirty days in a big city. A true New York experience, I feel like I belong here already.”

“Your folks must be losing their minds if you attract trouble that fast in the city.”

“No one is losing their minds, it’s just me,” you said and when you saw his quizzical glances, you felt the need to explain. “I grew up with my grandma and I lost her a year ago, so…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you said, “She wouldn’t want me to live in sadness, she told me that herself. You can’t focus on what ifs, you know? We just decide what to do with the time left for us and that’s it. Past would drive all of us crazy otherwise.”

He looked almost surprised at your take on loss and when you saw the soft light in his eyes, you knew you had just hit jackpot.

“You’re a glass half full kind of person, huh?”

Nope, I’m more of a “use the glass as a weapon” kind of person.

“Yeah,” you said, “There are enough pessimists in the world, and they don’t need me within their ranks. No one really did anything nice by thinking the worst anyways.”

“Oh you were definitely not raised here.”

Your jaw dropped, “You know what Mr. Barnes, I’d take that as an offense but lucky for you, you saved me the other day, so I’ll let that slide.”

“Mm hm,” He looked like he was struggling with himself not to laugh, “Lucky me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, then checked your wristwatch.

“I should probably go, my boss cares a lot about punctuality,” you said, “But is it okay if I gave you my number?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he couldn’t believe you.

“Wait- really?”

“I mean I was going to wait until you asked me, but apparently you’re too much of a gentleman,” you joked as he hastily grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You typed in your number, then saved it.

Y/N (The Milkshake Girl)

Bucky tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “What, you didn’t think I’d recognize your name?”

“Well it’s better to be safe than sorry,” you joked, “Besides you should really come by sometime. We have the best chocolate milkshakes. It’s on the house.”

He smiled, “I will.”

You took a step, then held your breath and turned around as if you had just remembered something.

As if it wasn’t all practiced.

“But not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays,” you said, “I volunteer at the soup kitchen then.”

That light in his eyes was almost gentle, as if he was worried he could hurt you just by looking at you, but couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

“I’ll see you not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays then,” he said and you giggled, then turned around and walked to the door. Sam was watching you with a small, proud grin on his lips so you waved at him and left the coffee shop, still holding the warm cup tightly in your hand.

As soon as you were sure you were out of their sight, you dropped the smile, exhaled a relaxed breathe and grabbed your phone to touch the contact on the screen.

“I’m sorry, our delivery service is down right now,” the voice said and you scratched around the tape on your arm before telling her the code;

“That’s okay, I can wait until the rain stops.”

There was a click on the other line and soon enough you heard the assistant’s voice.

“Hello?”

“This is Shrike, put me through the General.”

“Of course, a second please,” she said and you tossed the cup into the garbage can, then General’s voice reached you.

“Shrike?”

“Sir, I just called to inform you that I’ve contacted the target for the second time,” you said, “Everything is going according to plan, my report will be on your desk by tonight.”

“He didn’t suspect anything?”

“No sir.”

“Okay,” he said, “Don’t move too fast, alright? We don’t want to spook him.”

“Of course.”

“And Shrike?” he said, “Good job.”

A smile lit up your face, “Thank you sir,” you said and hung up, closing your eyes and leaning back to the wall.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “You got this, he’s just another target. Let the games begin.”

Chapter 5

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FATWS One Shot #6 - No One Said Anything About a Metal Arm

Word Count: 2011

Warnings: Explosions, Gunshots, The Winter Soldier, Implied Death, Stevie Almost Crying

Setting/Characters: Towards the End of Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes; Mentions of Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola

A/N: This one took me a while to write and I’ll tell you why. Rewatching this movie made me want to do a complete rewrite of it. I had so many ideas of where the reader could be and why and what she was doing then and all that. But…I told myself this is a One Shot of her unofficially meeting Bucky for the first time. Which is why it seems incomplete - because it kinda is - it’s just that scene picked from the movie. Am I happy with it? Eh. Am I holding back from writing more parts and just saying “forget this piece, it never happened”? Maybe. But, I can’t. I wish I could. But if I were to rewrite this movie, I’d rewrite the next one. And the next one. And it would take me months to finish these. So…this is what you’re getting.

Also, NO ONE MENTION WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN A COUPLE HOURS! I’M THIS CLOSE TO FREAKING OUT!

Thanks! As always, it’s not beta’d, so please excuse mistakes! Enjoy reading, be kind to yourselves and others, and stay tuned!

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Sitting on the edge of the old dam was calming. Peaceful, even. The constant sound of the flowing water, the trees swaying in the slight breeze. It was nice to take a breath after everything that had gone down the past week.

To say you were worried was an understatement. The last time you saw Steve was the evening after you met Sam. He dropped you off at your place, refusing your invitation to stay saying that he should probably check on his apartment since he hadn’t been there in a while.

A lot had changed since then.

Steve was wanted by SHIELD, along with Natasha. Fury was considered dead, but was actually still kicking in the structure beneath your feet with the help of you and Hill. You had tried to go after Steve, but it was too risky. Pierce - who you were almost 100% certain was behind this whole thing - had been keeping a close eye on you since Steve ran away, knowing you’d be behind him. You tried to catch the blonde at the hospital, but you were seconds too late, meeting up with Natasha who told you STRIKE already took him away for questioning.

You had been called by Hill and she told you what had happened. Fury had asked for your help specifically, considering the amount of times you’d had to fake your own death while being undercover. And you’d been dealing with that ever since.

You had wanted to go get the three of them - you learned Sam joined Steve and Natasha, which somehow didn’t surprise you - but Hill refused, saying you needed to stay there just in case.

But Fury was fine, no one was coming, which is how you found yourself swinging your legs above a hundred feet of rushing water.

It didn’t last long. A car pulling up to the side entrance caught your eye and you immediately swung your legs around to rush towards the stairs. It’s not like you haven’t gone longer without seeing Steve before. You’d gone months without seeing him. It was your job. But this was different. Whether it was because for the first time he was the one who left or because he was on the run from the organization you worked for, you didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew was you needed to see him. Make sure he was okay.

It took you a while to get there, all the stairs and corners and twist and turns. You got there just as Fury ended his explanation, hearing him tell the trio, “can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides…I wasn’t sure who to trust.”

Your footsteps were echoing and you were sure Steve heard you but when you entered the room, his eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening. “Honey?”

“Oh thank fucking God.” You breathed out, jogging over to squeeze him tightly. 

“Y/N…” He murmured in your hair, hugging you tightly back. “What happened? Why are you here?”

Pulling back, you jerked your thumb over your shoulder to the director. “I’m saving his ass.” Your finger then jabbed into his firm chest, your lips falling into a frown. “And worrying about yours. Are you okay?”

“I am. Natasha got shot, but she’ll live.”

You looked over at Natasha, who nodded in confirmation, before looking back into those azure eyes of Steve’s. “What happened? Pierce is keeping a tight lid on everything. I was gonna come find you, but I couldn���t because he was watching me. It’s a miracle I got away from them to help Nicky boy. I haven’t gone out since. But, honest, I was gonna-”

“Honey, honey. You’re rambling again.” Steve chuckled, hand resting on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’ve been safe here. Pierce is behind this whole thing-”

“Yeah, I figured that-”

“-It’s HYDRA, Y/N.”

You froze. “What? HYDRA? Whaddya mean?”

Steve nodded. “HYDRA’s what’s been infiltrating SHIELD. It’s a long story, but Zola continued it when he was hired for-”

“Operation Paperclip. Yeah, I remember learning about that.” You ran a hand over your face. “Okay…” You hummed, looking at the three of them. “Let’s…talk about it more in a little bit. I know we gotta act soon, but Natasha and Fury need to heal a little bit longer and you should get some rest. You look tired.”

Everyone seemed to agree with your statement, starting to disperse from the room. You started walking out, too, when Steve grabbed your bicep and pulled you aside, down the hall a ways away. You opened your mouth, only for him to pull you into his chest.

“I’m really glad you’re okay.”

You nodded, lightly scratching his back, your arms around his slim waist. “I’m glad you are too.” You could feel how tense he was, which was understandable considering what he’d gone through the past couple days. But there was something else. Something in the grip he had on your shirt. The way his heart was hammering against your chest. His erratic breathing and his ducked head. You pulled away to catch his jaw between your fingers, eyes scanning the anguish in his own. “Bubba? What’s wrong?”

It took a moment for him to answer, his eyes growing sadder with every second that passed. “It was Bucky.”

“What?” You felt like the air was knocked out of you. “What do you mean?”

“The Winter Soldier. The assassin who shot Fury. The one who tried killing us on the bridge. It was Bucky. It is Bucky. I saw him, Y/N. I saw his face. It’s him. He survived. When they experimented on him, it must’ve…God, I’m so…I didn’t even notice…I didn’t even check…I left him…” he shook his head, which fell to your shoulder. “Stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“No, no.” You shook your head quickly, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you twisted to kiss the hinge of his tense jaw. “It wasn’t your fault, Steve.” You mumbled softly, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. He fell thousands of feet, Stevie. You wouldn’t have found him even if you did.”

HIs grip on your hips tightened. “But I didn’t even try.” His voice broke on that last word. “And how could I not notice something going on with him? There were two years between being experimented on and falling. How-?” Voice catching in his throat, he stopped talking to stop himself from crying. You knew he hated crying.

“You can’t do anything about past Bucky.” You reminded him gently. “But you can help him now.”

“He didn’t even remember me.”

“Then make him.”

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To say you were pissed was an understatement. “I’ve been doing undercover stuff for years! This is a piece of cake!”

Steve shook his head. “You’ll be more helpful with Hill. You know more about Project Insight than me, Sam, and Natasha.”

“Bullshit, Steven! You just don’t want-”

“Honey, please.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him as he gave you those fucking puppy eyes, his dumb pink lips stuck in a pout. Letting out a rather aggressive puff of air, you looked away. “Fine. But I hate you.”

He beamed and nodded. “I can live with that.”

“Okay.” You glanced at the others. “You all ready?”

“Let’s get these sons of bitches.” Sam stated, making the final adjustments to the wings.

Natasha gave a smirk. “As long as you are.”

Turning back to Steve, you raised an eyebrow, waiting for the captain’s orders. He nodded. “Let’s head out.”

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“There’s a problem on the flight deck.” Hill informed you, looking at the alert. 

“Alright. I’ll-”

“Stay with Hill!”

You rolled your eyes at Steve’s voice through the comms. “Sorry, Cap. You’re breaking up.”

“I know I’m not, Y/N! I’m serious! Stay there!”

But you were already moving towards the flight deck. “I’m not gonna sit on my ass here, Rogers! Hill’s got it covered! I’m just gonna go check it out!”

“Honey-!”

“Bubba!”

The line went quiet and for a moment you thought you lost connection. “Please stay safe.”

You let out a sigh at his quiet pleads, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “That goes for you, too, Steve.”

By the time you got out there, most of the jets were in flames, pilots and crew members scattered around the deck. You scanned the wreckage, trying to find the source-

A gunshot made your head whip to the side. Found it. Or, more accurately, him.

He was standing on top of one of the jets, gun pointed down at the pilot that was sitting in it. Before he could slip in the cockpit, though, you took out your gun and fired at him. Even though you knew who he was, when he looked at you it made your blood run cold. It was confirmation - not that you didn’t trust Steve - but still. Seeing is believing. yet seeing the same eyes you’d seen sparkling up at you from pictures now staring you down, void of any emotion? It was hard to believe it was the same person.

“Oh shit. Bubs?”

“What?! What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”

You took a couple steps back as the Winter Soldier, no. Bucky - Steve’s Bucky - strode towards you. “Uh…nothing, nothing. I just I, uh, found your Bucky.”

“Y/N, get outta there now! I told you to stay with Hill!”

“Fuck!” You dove out of the way as the assassin started shooting at you. “Now’s not the time for reprimanding, Steven!”

You tuned out his cursings so as to not get distracted when you became engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with the fucking Winter Soldier.

“Hi.” You grunted, ducking under his arm and throwing a kick at him, faking it at the last second. Except, he’d already grabbed your ankle. But you did kick him with your other foot. But…he didn’t really move and it made you fall back, so…fail. You let out a grimace when the wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t lay there for long as he moved to slam his foot down. You rolled out of the way, swinging your legs up to hit him in the back of the knee. “Nice to finally meet you.”

He growled as Sam exclaimed, “are you seriously chatting with him?”

“It’s mostly one sided - dammit!” The both of you had gotten on your feet again, and you tried hooking your left knee around his left shoulder to tug him down, but he had slammed you against a jet, your leg stretched in a very uncomfortable position as your free foot stood on your toes. He had his metal arm - which no one had informed you about and you were kinda salty about it - against your throat, his other hand coming up in a fist.

Bouncing on your toes a bit, you finally lifted your free leg up to knee him in the side of his face, making you wince slightly at the stretch and the burn in your left thigh, which was the only thing besides his metallic limb holding you up against the jet.

He stumbled to the side, throwing you by the leg on his shoulder. You went sprawling against the pavement, a hiss leaving your lips at the serious roadburn you no doubt just got. Sitting up quickly, not wanting him to get the upper hand, you let out a breath seeing him swiftly moving into the cockpit of the jet he just had you pinned against.

“Guys…he’s…heading your way…just a…heads up. Also…thank you. It was nice…to fucking know…about the metal arm…beforehand. I’m just gonna…rest here for a minute…”

“You’re not hurt too bad, are you?”

“No, Cap. No, just…gonna be aching for a while. Ugh…” Begrudgingly, you got up to your feet. “I think I’m gonna…go back and chill with Maria.”

“Told you so.”

“Shut up, finish your job, and don’t die, Rogers! And next time, please, for the love of God, mention the metal arm!”

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It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

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before the chapter begins, i'd like to say a few words. thank you all for joining me on this journey, this was my first series, and it was definitely a huge ride. i'm very sad that it is coming to an end, but i am going to be working on new projects soon. thank you all so much for the support on team player ❤! i hope you enjoy the finale!!

Team Player: The Finale

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 5.0k

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Eren's eyes flew open as the sound of his alarm blared from his phone, groaning he reached over to turn off the annoying sound that awoke him from his slumber.

For a moment, Eren thought that it was a normal school day. He almost dreaded getting up until he realized what today was.

It was game day.

More specifically, today was the championship game against Marley University.

Almost instantly, Eren rushed out of bed to his dresser. He threw his outfit on within a few seconds, not really seeming to care about waking up his roommate Armin.

"Ugh.. Eren? What are you doing? It's barely nine," Armin groaned, rubbing his tired eyes.

Eren looked over at him. "Today is game day Armin! I have to be at the field soon," he replied, grabbing a hair-tie and throwing his hair into a messy bun. "Are you coming?"

Armin looked up from his phone. "Maybe.. is (Y/N) gonna show up?"

Eren grabbed his phone, scrolling to find her contact. "I'll find out in a sec," he replied, sending her a quick text.

"I'll probably come, I don't have anything to do anyway," Armin said, laying back down on his bed.

Eren gathered his things into his bag, he double checked if he was missing anything; of course he wasn't and he was ready to go within a few minutes.

"I'll see you then Armin," Eren said, putting his phone into his pocket.

Armin nodded, "Good luck! Don't be a dumbass today."

Eren opened the door to their dorm. "I won't.. you'll see," he said, exiting the room and walking down the hall.

Eren's mind was racing as he made his way to the locker room on campus, today was his last day to show if he was really worth it to those scouts. If he missed this opportunity to go to the Chief's, he would never be able to live with himself; he needed as much luck as he could get today. He silently prayed that he wouldn't fuck up.

"Eren!"

He turned around to see Jean jogging his way towards him.

"What's up Jean?" Eren asked, nodding.

Jean put his hand onto his shoulder. "Are you excited for today? I mean, it's the championship game! Who would have thought we'd make it this far!"

A smile formed onto his features. "Of course I'm excited! I just know we're going to win," he said, patting his back. "We got this."

The two entered the locker room, many of the other players were standing getting ready or they were joking amongst themselves. Eren could feel the atmosphere, excitement, nervousness, it felt so surreal and he couldn't believe this was happening.

"We're leaving in 20 minutes! Be ready!" Coach Smith called.

Eren dropped his stuff in front of his locker, unlocking the lock and pulling out his football uniform. The team got special uniforms to wear for the championship game, they looked good.

Eren tossed his shirt off, throwing it into his bag; he started to search for his pads when he heard giggling coming from behind him.

He turned his head to see Reiner and Jean with huge smirks on their faces; it confused Eren.

"Huh? What's funny?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

Jean covered his mouth a bit. "You own a cat or something? Your back is fucked," he said, looking at Reiner who was laughing along with him.

Eren's face suddenly grew pink as the memories from the previous night began to play in his head. Him and (Y/N) got a little… busy.

"It's none of your business, at least I can get some," Eren said, rolling his eyes.

Reiner put his hand on his shoulder. "We're just messing with ya," he said, walking towards his locker. "At least you were doing something right!"

Eren turned back to his locker, grabbing his uniform and other equipment. "You guys are so lame.." he muttered, putting his shirt on.

A sudden ping from his phone made his attention go towards his back, he assumed it was probably Armin letting him know that he was going to show up. He pulled it out of his bag, but this time it wasn't Armin, it was (Y/N).

(Y/N): good luck today ❤ i'll for sure be there today <3

A smile grew onto his face from her message, he wanted to show her that he could do it. To prove all of their hard work wasn't for nothing, he wanted to make her proud of him; the same with his coaches.

Eren: thank youu :) i can't wait to see your pretty face!

"Eren! Hurry up! We gotta get out there soon!" Jean called, heading towards the exit of the locker room.

Eren turned his head, "I got you! I'll be there in a sec!"

He tossed his phone back into his bag, zipping it up so none of his stuff would fall out or get lost. He fixed up his bun and passed by the mirror, he loved the uniform, the school definitely went all out for the championship uniforms.

Eren made his way down the hall where the rest of his teammates were, they had about an hour or two before the game was supposed to start, but he knew people were going to fill in fast. It was the most anticipated game of the week, and all eyes would be on Eren.

"Alright! Listen up!"

Everyone fell silent as Coach Smith made his way towards the players, he wore a special jacket that was made for him.

"No more funny business! It's finally time for us to shine and show those Marley kids that we are the best! I want to see your best effort today, okay?!" he yelled.

"Yes sir!" they yelled together.

Coach Smith crossed his arms. "Remember what I taught you, today everything comes down to this. Our efforts and hard work were not for nothing! Don't let me down! Some of you have some great scouts here today, you show them that you ARE worth a spot in the NFL!"

Eren totally forgot that Mr.Zacharias was going to be attending that day, it all made him even more nervous than he already was. He knew that if he failed today, there was no chance he would have a future in the NFL and all of it would turn to dust.

"Now let's get outside and play some football!" he yelled, smiling at them excitedly.

"Yes sir!"

Eren put his helmet on and began to follow his teammates outside to the stadium, he could see students already making their way into the field. He felt the excitement coursing through his veins, he was waiting for this moment, and now that it was finally here he couldn't wait to get out there and show everyone what he could do.

The weather today was perfect too, it was sunny, and the air was crisp. Everytime Eren took a breath it felt like his confidence was growing more and more, that feeling also growing whenever his mind would go to (Y/N). She was going to be there that day and Eren wanted to show her that he could do it; that he could make it.

"Hey Eren."

He turned to meet Reiner's gaze, the blonde seeming serious.

"Yeah? What's up?"

Reiner put his hand on Eren's shoulder. "Good luck today, alright? I know Coach was saying that the scouts were here.. I know he meant that speech for you specifically too. Don't mess up, okay?"

Reiner had always been the type to motivate everyone on the team, he was team captain after all. It was his job to make sure everyone was straight.

"Thanks Reiner, good luck to you too. Maybe you'll be the next Ben Roethlisberger," he said, chuckling shortly after.

Reiner's honey eyes went wide. "What?! No one can be as good as big Ben," he replied, shock written on his face.

Eren shook his head, smiling. "Yeah maybe you're right, but you got talent. I hope you get a spot."

Reiner smacked his shoulder, "You got the talent too.. don't doubt yourself. Especially not today,"

The two trailed into the stadium together, Eren could see the way everyone was acting and he could tell that they were all nervous or excited. This was the opportunity many of them had to impress scouts from different NFL teams, including Eren and Reiner.

"Get out there and start practicing! Especially you Reiner! You gotta show those guys how you toss balls," Coach Smith yelled, pointing towards the stadium entrance. "You too Eren!"

Eren adjusted the straps on his helmet, heading towards the entrance where Reiner previously entered.

"Mr.Zacharius is out there.. please say hello," Coach Smith whispered to him.

Eren nodded, "You got it coach!"

He walked down the long corridor that led to the field, he saw a few people already sitting in the stands as well as Marley sitting across from them. They seemed as ready as ever, it made Eren's blood grow hot; he wanted to show them that they should never underestimate Trost University. Ever.

Eren entered the field, his skin forming goosebumps from the cooler fall air. It was football weather, and he couldn't ask for a better day.

His eyes landed on Mr.Zacharius who was watching something on an iPad, Eren assumed he had to be watching plays from other players, hell, maybe he was looking at his.

"Nice to see you, Mr.Zacharius."

The taller man looked up, a grin soon taking over his features. "Nice to see you too Eren, how have you been? Are you feeling any better?" he asked, placing the iPad underneath his arm.

He moved his ankle around in a circular motion. "Yep! I took a lot of time off of my feet, I couldn't miss today," he replied, smiling.

Mr.Zacharius crossed his arms over his chest. "I see.. well, I hope to see what you've got to offer today."

"You won't be disappointed, that's for sure."

The older man seemed a bit surprised by Eren's statement, but nonetheless did he chuckle at his words.

"I hope to see your improvement," he replied.

"Eren! Come on dude! We have an hour before showtime!" Jean called, waving him over.

Eren looked back at them, then back at Mr.Zacharius. "I'll see you later," he said, raising his brows.

"Yes of course, have a good game!" he called.

Eren jogged towards Reiner and Jean, the two were just throwing passes or playing with the football.

"How did it go with Mr.Zacharius? Did he make you piss your pants?" Jean asked, raising a brow.

Eren rolled his eyes, "No, he didn't, not everyone makes me piss my pants, Jean." he replied.

"It seems like Marley is bringing their best today, did you see their O-Line? I heard they were doing the most they could," Reiner said, looking over at the opposing team.

Jean nodded, "For real? I mean.. they beat us last time but that was because of that shitty interception. There is no way their luck will be as good as last time,"

Eren looked over at Marley's side, he could see the coach staring at him. "There is no way they're going to win again. We have built up our defense, Marley is gonna have a hard time getting past us," he said, taking the ball from Reiner. "Besides.. we're a team, right? We should have faith in them,"

Jean and Reiner looked at one another before looking back at Eren. The two couldn't lie that he had a point, they needed to have faith in their defense, just like their defense has faith in their offense; it worked both ways.

"Can we get passing? I gotta practice with Jean," Eren said, snapping his fingers in Reiner's face.

He blinked, "Yeah! Go along,"

Eren jogged down to the end of the line, he saw Jean do the same; their eyes locking with one another.

"Hut!"

Eren ran down the field, turning his head to see where Reiner was aiming to throw. He watched the ball fall towards his direction, Eren's arms flew open and within seconds it was in his arms. His body hit the floor with a small thud on the grass.

"Got it!" Eren called, putting the ball into the air.

Jean ran over, holding his hand out for him to grab. "Don't dirty your uniform just yet.. that's for the real shit," he said, pulling him off the ground.

Eren threw the ball towards Reiner. "Yeah.. you're right, but how much longer until the game starts? Less than an hour, right?" he asked, looking at Jean.

He turned his head to check the clock that was counting down on the giant screen. "Yeah.. we got 40 minutes or so," he replied, adjusting his helmet.

"Coach is probably going to call us back, so let's go." Reiner said, jogging towards the two with the football in his hands.

The three boys made their way back to the locker room where the rest of their teammates were, they spoke to one another in small groups or just stood around waiting for the game to start.

"Good, you're back. Did you speak with Mr.Zacharius?" Coach Smith asked, placing his hand on Eren's shoulder; stopping him in his tracks.

"Yeah! Things are good.. for the most part," he replied, looking towards the floor.

He patted his shoulder, nodding his head. "Good, glad to hear that."

Coach Smith made his way to the front of the room. "Alright! Listen up!"

The room grew quiet from all of the yelling, the players' attention went to their coach, a look of acknowledgement written on their faces; including Eren's.

"I told you all earlier to give your best today, and I mean that. Those scouts are going to be looking at you! Show them you're worthy!" he yelled, clapping his hands together.

Eren nodded his head as the words filled his mind. He knew what he had to do today, no more bullshit, he had to play like a team player.

"Alright!? Now let's go play some football!"

"Yes coach!"

He grabbed his playbook before nodding them over to the exit of the locker room, Eren and the others followed him down the corridor. He could hear the faint sounds of cheering and whistling coming from the stands, Eren could tell that there were more seats filled from the last time he was out.

Reiner turned to meet the faces of his teammates. "You guys ready?! Let's fuck some shit up today!" he yelled, hyping them all up.

Eren felt the excitement and enthusiasm going through him, he shook out his hands as a way to make himself a bit more comfortable.

"Now presenting the Trost University Falcons!"

"That's our queue," Jean said, looking at Eren.

The players jogged out of the exit, smoke filled into the air and small fireworks shot into the sky; a small 'pop' coming from each of them. Eren heard the cheers and yells coming from the stands, he missed the vibe of game day. The atmosphere felt just right today, and he wanted to make use of it; all eyes were going to be on him.

The team made their way to their side of the field, each of them taking a seat on the bench or standing to get water.

"Let's see if Marley is gonna pull up with their A-Game today," Jean said, narrowing his eyes at the opposing team.

Eren chuckled, "We'll see about that, don't get too cocky, Jean."

Jean looked at him before looking back towards the field. "I'm not getting cocky, I just want us to win," he replied, leaning back against the bench.

"We will, I know we will," Eren said, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Eren!"

He turned his head around a few times, he was confused who was calling his name. His eyes then landed on the person he wanted to see the most.

(Y/N).

A smile took over his features, she was sitting with Armin, and she wore the hoodie he gave her a few nights before.

Eren waved at her, because he couldn't go to the stands; it was against the schools guidelines for football players. Though, he couldn't wait to see her after the game.

"Do you think they're gonna win?" Armin asked, looking at (Y/N) with concern.

She looked at the floor. "Hard to say.. I tried my best with him, but I think it'll all pay off once the game starts," she replied, looking back towards the field.

Armin looked at Eren, "I hope you're right (Y/N)."

Eren looked towards the field, he could see the referees who were talking amongst one another. They were going to call the players out for the coin toss, he silently hoped that Reiner would pick a good side of the coin so they could get the ball first. Get the ball quick, and get points on the board.

"We will now have the team captains of each team come out for the coin toss."

"That's your queue, Reiner." Jean said, patting his back.

The blonde looked towards the two. "I got this," he replied, making his way out towards the field.

Eren looked at Jean as Reiner went onto the middle of the field. "Let's pray together," he said, laughing a bit.

"Gentlemen, congratulations, it is an honor to be here today. This game today has shown your incredible efforts, Trost will pick the side, this being heads and this being tails."

Eren watched Reiner speak to the referee, his heart thumping in his chest.

"Trost has chosen heads and Marley is tails, I will now flip the coin." he said, throwing the coin into the air. He stared at the floor before speaking again, "It is heads, Trost will receive the ball this way."

"Hell yeah! Reiner is one lucky son of a bitch," Jean said, excitement in his voice.

Eren adjusted the straps to his helmet, he could feel all of the eyes burning into his head. He looked back to see (Y/N) giving him a thumbs up, he blew a kiss towards her before making his way onto the field.

"It's now or never, bring all that you got!" Eren yelled, looking at his other teammates.

-

"Good shit Eren!"

Eren bumped heads with his teammates on the sidelines, he had just scored another touchdown. Trost was trailing Marley 28-24 in the 3rd quarter.

Eren plopped down on the bench, his water bottle being handed to him, he squeezed it a bit and let the cold drink fill into his mouth. Sweat formed on his skin, even if it was a cool fall day, he still felt warm.

"We might come out on top with this one.. if we keep at it, Marley will have no chance!" Jean said, looking at Eren with a smirk.

He chuckled, "We will, there isn't any 'mights' we are going to win this game."

Jean looked at him with a bit of shock, he knew Eren could be somewhat motivating, but he usually became a hot head during games whenever Trost was behind. It was odd seeing his teammate being so motivational and positive, but Jean wasn't complaining, he needed Eren to be at his best.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Eren looked up to see his coach standing before him. "Yeah, I'm fine, why? Do I not look good?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Coach Smith sat beside him, the playbook in his hands. "You look fine, but I'm just asking since you've been working hard. It's different to see you this way, Eren." he chuckled.

He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, don't worry about me coach, as long as the others are okay, we can make it."

Coach Smith only nodded, "I hope that is the case. Marley is up by four points, if they score again, we have to come up with something,"

Eren looked over with a confused expression. "We still have the 4th quarter! Marley doesn't stand a chance, our offense is tiring them out," he exclaimed, pointing at the field.

"I admire your determination, I wish we had this at the beginning," he said, adjusting the cap on his head.

Coach Smith was right, maybe if Eren was like this earlier in the season things could have gone differently. Eren wasn't the type to motivate before, he usually only looked out for himself, he was disgusted by the person he was before.

She changed that for him, and that's why he is so determined to win.

The whistles blew, making Eren look up along with the rest of his teammates. It was now the end of 3rd quarter, that meant Trost only had one more to either take the lead, or lose the championship.

Eren couldn't let that happen, ever. He would lose everything if he lost today, and he didn't want to let down (Y/N), he wanted to make her proud.

"You got this Eren, keep that positive mindset and you'll win this game, like a true team player."

He watched his coach make his way towards the front, past a few students. Eren had to remind himself that he couldn't be negative, if he was, the game would go in that direction; he'd turn back in the opposite direction.

"Eren! We're up!" Jean called, jogging towards the field.

Eren looked up, grabbing his helmet and putting it on his head. "I can do this.. you'll see!" he yelled, adjusting the straps and making his way to the field.

-

This was it.

The final two minutes of the game.

Eren hadn't expected the game to go by so quick, but Trost's offense was always going back and forth onto the field. Though, no points were scored, no matter how many times they went out there.

They were still down by four points, all they would need is a touchdown.

"We're down to the last two minutes here! We gotta think of something and fast!" Jean said, looking at Reiner.

The blonde seemed stumped himself, how could he pull this off?

"I say we get as far as we can, and let the field goal unit take this one." he said, crossing his arms.

Eren turned his head, "What!? Reiner, you can't be serious man! That's only three points! We need four!"

Reiner realized what Eren was saying was true, there was no way a field goal could tie this game.

Reiner kneeled on the ground. "Next play, we go for it. Jean or Eren, I need one of you down there, I gotta launch this ball." he said, looking at the two of them.

Eren swallowed thickly, the last time this happened, Jean and Eren collided with one another and the game was over due to an interception.

"Give it to Jean."

Jean turned towards Eren with a look of confusion. "What!? Eren, this is something you can do! There is no way I can make it down there," he replied, furrowing his brows.

Eren looked back towards the stands, his eyes landing on (Y/N) who seemed to be watching him. A smile took over her features as soon as she noticed him, it made Eren's heart grow.

He couldn't let her down like this! She was here to see him and how great he has become, if Eren was to give up now, she'd be disappointed and he'd regret it later.

"Look, no promises, but I'll try to get down there. I want it near Jean though, he has the best opportunity," Eren said, looking at Reiner.

Reiner stood up, "Alright, let's go!" he clapped.

Eren jogged over to the line, his heart beating in his chest, he felt queasy; almost like he could pass out right now. These next few plays will determine what happens to Trost, if they fail to get down there, they're finished and this game is over.

He looked forward at the player in front of him, all he had to do was push past this guy and get to a point where Reiner had a clear opening to give the ball to him or Jean.

"Hut!"

As soon as those words came from Reiner's mouth, Eren began to move quickly down the field. The player behind him was close, he was reaching for his jersey, Eren had to get out of his guys grasp.

He watched Reiner throw the ball, it was as if everything was going in slow motion. Eren's eyes scanned the area around him, Jean wasn't in sight! He was being blocked by another defender, there was no way he could get out of that.

"You can do this! I'm not giving up on you!"

Eren smirked as (Y/N)'s words echoed in his head, he pushed the defender behind him away, and reached his hand into the air; the football landing in his fingers.

Cheers erupted from the fans as Eren rushed down the field, he turned and spun around to avoid any contact from the players trying to bring him down.

"Go Eren! Go!" Jean yelled, running fast behind him.

Eren ran as fast as he could, he could feel the burning of his throat, his heart racing in his chest.

He was home free now, the end zone clear in front of him. Eren stepped into it and the crowd began to scream and cheer for him, he made it.

He got the touchdown.

"Yeah Eren! You did it!"

His eyes averted to (Y/N) waving and jumping in the stands, Armin was beside her yelling too.

He slammed the ball into the ground, it bounced to another part of the field. He looked at (Y/N) with a smile, his pointer finger directed right at her.

"Good fucking shit!"

Eren's teammates suddenly came around him, knocking their helmets together, or smacking their shoulders. Reiner even hoisted Eren up and shook him around a few times.

(Y/N) smiled in the stands, Eren actually pulled it off. She hadn't expected him to become this new person, but he actually was able to fix his mistakes.

"He did it.." she said, looking at Armin.

The blonde placed his hand onto her shoulder. "It's all because of you (Y/N)."

She giggled before turning her attention back onto the field where the players were celebrating, the whistles blew, meaning the game was now over.

"Trost wins!"

The students in the stands began chanting Eren's name, confetti fell from the sky, and the school's fight song was being played by the band.

Eren came over to the sidelines where the rest of his teammates were at, Coach Smith had a big smile on his face, Eren hadn't seen that look on him in weeks.

"I'm proud of you." he said, hugging Eren and patting his shoulder.

"Thank you coach.. I couldn't have done it without your help," Eren replied, looking at him with a smile.

Without warning, Eren felt something being poured over him and Coach Smith. It was cold… was it the water bucket?!

"Haha! Look at Jaeger!" Jean said, laughing as he handed the bucket to someone behind him.

Eren rolled his eyes as he took off his helmet. "You're lucky my helmet was on," he said, smirking.

"Eren!"

He turned his head to see Armin and (Y/N) coming towards him, he jogged towards the two and embraced (Y/N) in a hug.

"Did you see that?!" he asked, his voice full of excitement.

She looked into his emerald eyes, they seemed to sparkle almost. "Yeah I did! You did amazing!" she replied, putting her arms around his neck.

"I couldn't have done it without you.." Eren said, cupping her cheek.

Her eyes grew wide, "I'm proud of you, Eren."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto her lips. She felt her cheeks grow hot from it, she could also feel Armin staring at the two like idiots.

"Get a room!" Armin said, laughing a bit.

Eren pulled away to look at his best friend. "Yeah whatever, but thanks for motivating me Armin. I knew I couldn't have done this without you either," he said, putting his hand onto his shoulder.

Armin smiled, "No problem, Eren."

"Eren!"

His head turned towards the familiar voice, it was Mr.Zacharius coming over to him. He grew tense, what was he going to tell him?

"Mr.Zacharius! Good to see you," he said, looking at (Y/N) and Armin.

The man chuckled a bit. "It's good to see you too, congratulations! I'm proud of your improvement to the team, and I loved seeing you play today. I always knew you were a good kid," he replied. "Anywho, I wanted to give you this,"

Eren watched him hand over a folder, he wasn't sure what it was, but he decided to open it.

His eyes grew wide as he read the documents, it was an official statement saying that Eren was going to be entered in the 2022 NFL Draft.

"No way.." he said, his jaw dropping.

"Congratulations.. I'll see you in April!" Mr.Zacharius said, waving at him and turning around.

Eren stood there in shock for a moment, he was actually going to the NFL! His dreams were coming true and he couldn't believe what was happening.

"Well? What did he give you?" Armin asked, nodding his head.

Eren turned around with the papers. "I'm in!" he replied, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Armin and (Y/N) looked at one another with shock, happiness, and joy. (Y/N) was the most excited for him, it was a big opportunity for Eren, and she wanted to be there for it.

"Congrats!" she said, hugging Eren tightly again.

He put his hand around her waist. "Thank you (Y/N), I can't wait to do this with you and Armin by my side," he replied, kissing her cheek.

She smiled to herself, burying her face in his chest. Eren couldn't be happier with his life now, he did it, he made everyone around him proud and he couldn't wait for this next step for his future.

And he was going to do all of it with (Y/N) by his side.

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Fuel the ego | Bokuto K. x Reader

warnings: aged up characters, they/them pronouns, third person pov, cute kisses getting hot, wordless love confessions

cast: Bokuto Koutarou, Reader

¤ honorable mentions: Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou, Meian Shuugo ¤

relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Reader

summary: Being best friends with Bokuto Koutarou has one of the best perks ever: he can lift anyone's mood up whenever it's needed. And he did exactly that for Y/n after a long, horribly tiring week at work. This time though, Y/n fuelled his ego too the moment he decided to let his feelings loose.

Monday.

"Y/n, could you do me a favor and drop by Starbucks on your way to the office?"

"I already passed it though. I took a cab today and there's traffic. I don't wanna be late."

"Please? I'll treat you to lunch."

"Uh... Fine."

"Thanks! Get two black coffees, one caramel frappuccino, and one strawberry mocha latte. Oh, and get two chocolate muffins. Gotta go, bye and thanks!"

And that's all that had to happen for Y/n's clothes to be ruined.

"You look awful today."

"It's Monday, what did you expect?"

Tuesday.

"Hey, can you go to the VP's office and tell her PA to print the documents from the last meeting that the Smith brothers signed? I think there's two contracts and one-"

"Y/n, boss needs you in his office!" One coworker interrupted the first one.

"I need them to get me the papers though."

"You can get it yourself. Y/n, the boss said it's urgent."

"Hey, guys. Y/n, could you get down to the reception and pick up the mail and papers I had delivered to me?" The third coworker showed up and interrupted both of them.

A headache? Coming right up.

Wednesday.

It was going great. Until...

"Y/n, you didn't send the contract copy to our client from Germany!"

"Sir, I'm not assigned to that project-"

"You are now. That client is so important and could sue us if we don't bring them all the information that should be on point, completely perfect. I want you to work on it. Send it to them right now."

"Yes, sir." Turning to a coworker in a cubicle next to theirs, Y/n looked at them, in need of help. "Hey, do you have that contract on your computer?"

"No, I think the office next door deals with international clients. Go ask them. Also, did you eat something in the morning? Your stomach's kinda bloated."

Luck? Happiness? Confidence? No way in hell is that going to get anywhere near Y/n.

Their boss did come at the right time though and saved them before they were supposed to answer after the nasty comment their coworker left them. A comment that ran through Y/n's head for the rest of the day, the mind forcing them to suck the stomach in when they pass by people who might steal glances at their appearance.

"The client said they're gonna wait until 8 pm. Please, get those freaking papers from the front office. Alice will give them to you."

"Yes, sir."

On their way, they thought they could just go back to their own stuff after getting the papers for the client, but...

"Hey, Y/n. Could you stroll down the street and get me and the girls-"

Thursday.

"I don't think that will be possible, I've already spoken to them. Please contact them-"

"I don't want to hear shit. Isn't that your job? Call the damn investors again and tell them to either lower their fucking expectations or give us more money."

"Ma'am, please use appropriate language. And I called them, they said they need to get in check with you too-"

"I don't have time for this. Check the whole plan and send it to your VP for a technical. The investors will wait until we're completely done with the scheduling and arrangements. Then they can wail all they want."

Friday.

"They are really difficult to work with. I don't think I've ever stumbled upon such clumsy interns in my life before."

"They're interns, it's okay if they're clumsy. They still need to learn. Keep an open mind, help them here and there and everything will work out."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But if one of them asks me for permission to go to the bathroom again I swear I'll-"

"Doing nothing again, you two?" A coworker interrupted the other ones nagging that was supposed to fill out Y/n's lunch break and let them keep on working on their paperwork for the day afterward. Someone, however, had other plans for them. "Y/n, please go take VP's schedule for tomorrow, there's some meeting she and the CEO will be attending and I need to pick up my kids from school today so I gotta leave early."

"Sure." Y/n could do nothing but just sigh and say that, planning to leave their small lunch break early and doing what they were asked to do.

"Oh, also. The stocks downtown are gonna be filled on Sunday and there's no one to take care of the finances. Could you or anyone you know is free do it? They'll be at the garages at like 8 am."

"But-"

"Gotta go, see ya two Monday. Oh and Y/n? If you're going there, wear something more...well, not hideous, yeah?"

'What?'

"Hey Y/n, please go to the boss's office and ask him if the documents I sent him are all ready for me to forward to the investors from Osaka."

"But I gotta run the check-up on-"

"Y/n, you done? Let's go grab some sandwiches-"

☆Friday, after work☆

"There is no way in hell I ever signed up for this shit." Y/n mumbled while chewing a sandwich and changing the TV channels, trying to find something that will lift their mood. They knew work will be hectic and stressful sometimes, but they were no assistant nor secretary, not even an intern to have so much work to do instead of others.

Staring blankly at the TV screen, they answered a call on their phone whose ringing they could barely hear. They were too zoned out to think about anything or anyone else on a lousy Friday night, except work and how bad everything played out in the office.

"Hello?"

"Hey hey heyyy!! How's my favorite owl in the world doing~" A loud voice on the other side said making Y/n muster up a small, but honest smile.

"Hey, Bokuto... I'm- Bo?" The line fell dead silent.

"Is the reception lagging again? Fucking studios, there's never any signal here." They mumbled, feeling guilty that they couldn't talk to Bokuto due to the bad signal in this neighborhood that would stop them from doing calls once in a while. However, that was not the reason why the call was ended. And Y/n's confusion about that was cleared 30 minutes later when a knock on their front door was heard.

The unlocked door was an immediate invitation for the unexpected guest to immediately slam them open, having them swing towards the inside of the apartment just like the person who opened them. The mood changed, the atmosphere was lifted and the depressing silence was nowhere to be found. Not since Bokuto Koutarou entered the building.

"Hey hey hey!!!!"

"What... what are you doing here? What's with the bags?" Y/n asked, confused by Bokuto's sudden appearance, especially with two big bags in his hands that look like they came out of a convenience store.

"I was just in the neighborhood so I wondered why not stop by and hang out with my-"

"Bo."

"Yes?" His innocent wide-eyed look and his genuine close-mouthed smile could not encourage Y/n to go as hard on him as they wanted to. The two held eye contact for a long time before Y/n sighed and looked at the TV screen.

"You weren't just in the neighborhood, you come here like, twice a month. This place is too far from your apartment."

"Okay, you got me there. Well, we were on the phone, right? And you called me Bokuto so I came here."

"You visited because I called you by your name?" Y/n asked, turning to look at him.

"Yes! You obviously feel so down you couldn't even use my nickname so I decided to make you feel better!" He told his friend with a big smile before turning serious in a second. It was rare to see Bokuto so serious, but even he knew when was the time to be more down to earth and act accordingly to the situation. "After you tell me what happened though."

"Nothing happened." Y/n mumbled, looking at the TV screen again. They could never bring up the lies and tell them to a person like Bokuto Koutarou, no matter how small and simple they are, no matter whether a person like Bokuto Koutarou could see through them or not. Thankfully, Bokuto Koutarou was, is, and always will be someone who will be able to see through all the small and big lies, whether they are used as a cover-up or a distraction. Well, not all of them. But in this kind of situation, he could. And he wanted to do something about it.

"Liar." He said.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Look, work was just...being work. You know, things seem like they're turning worse for me as days pass and I can't seem to get anything right." Y/n decided to confess and pour everything out before they bottled it up inside. They knew Bokuto wouldn't let the topic go until they confessed every single detail about the problem.

Y/n told him everything while the gray-haired male listened intently, picking up on every information and reading into it. He usually wouldn't bother himself with stuff like that, but for the sake of one of his closest friends, he had to. Because once he figured out the problem and its roots, he could find a solution. Although he already had a simple solution in mind, that always worked, no matter what the problem is.

"Like, through the whole week I had something bad happen to me every day. Monday, my clothes got ruined. Tuesday, everyone needed me for something at the same time. Do this, do that, go there, get that. I could barely breathe. I did the bare minimum of my actual job there. Wednesday, I got scolded for not doing something which wasn't my duty in the first place. Thursday, I fought with a client because he wouldn't call these people that pay us for this big project we're working on in Hyogo right now. We all need to stay connected and exchange information daily, otherwise if everyone is going to do their own thing, everything will go south, the project is going to get canceled and we could get sued. And Friday was just... cherry on top. Nothing special happened. But it just added to the frustration and other things I feel right now."

"Okay, that sucks. Why wouldn't they do what they gotta do but pester you about it instead? And even if it is all just work things, there's more because I can see in your eyes that you feel like a piece of shit." Bokuto spoke his mind immediately, telling his friend exactly what was going through his head at this moment while he looked deeply into their eyes, trying to figure out what was bothering them more than the stressful work hours.

"Well....uh... Some people called out my looks throughout the week, saying I look bad, that my clothes were hideous and stuff. It just... brought that small spark of confidence I have down." Y/n said, looking at their thighs and clenching their shirt in their hands tightly. A silent moment appeared. A moment that made Bokuto realize he shouldn't stay quiet for not even a second more. So he mumbled an "Oh." before standing up and walking to Y/n's laptop and type something in the Google search bar.

"What are you doing?"

"Searching for something on my Spotify."

"What are you searching for?"

"A playlist that Hinata made for my birthday a while ago. I'm letting you listen to it... and giving it to you. Listen to it whenever you feel down. Because it's time to get your self-esteem and ego up."

"Bo-"

"Nope, not hearing it. We're making you feel better and tomorrow we're going out."

"I-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"Why won't you let me-"

"Because. I'm going to make you feel like you're the most amazing and gorgeous person who's on top of the world. You should be able to do that yourself when I'm not around though. Whenever you feel down. Okay?" He said, sending his friend a look of strictness and Y/n could only chuckle before standing up lazily and walking over to Bokuto.

"You said Hinata made that for you?"

"Yes! And it works! Gets my mood up in a second. It did that to your mood just now. See?" He said with a big smile on his face before turning Y/n to look at themself in the mirror they had near the front door. And there it was, the smile they've been longing for. The smile that fixes everything. The smile that only Bokuto seems to successfully bring out of them.

"Now, let me do what I was supposed to do the second I walked in this place." He said, turning his friend around by their waist and pulling them in. Their bodies collided with force and Bokuto wrapped his arms around Y/n as tight as he could, pressing their bodies closer and closer together until Y/n felt like they couldn't breathe properly anymore. Burying his head in the crook of their neck, he relaxed his hold and breathed in slowly. That only lured Y/n in for them to relax too and hug Bokuto back.

"This... This was what I needed this whole time, Bo. Thank you." Y/n mumbled.

"Anytime. Always. For you." He said, smiling more to himself, wishing he could do more than just hug, before releasing Y/n from his hold, even though both of them wanted to stay in each other's arms for much longer. "Now, let's get this party started."

As the next 4 hours passed by in an instant, the two watched a movie and got bored through the second one, deciding to play games, they talked and laughed, made each other eat weird and gross food combos like ketchup on a chocolate bar, uncooked pasta with mustard, mayonnaise with bananas, etc.

There were one or two pleasant combos like bread with ice cream, but then drinking strange liquids (like lemon juice with milk, yogurt with chocolate syrup, melted cheese in sparkly water) was thrown on the table and the two forgot about how dangerous for their stomachs those combos could get. It's understandable to say that the two would undoubtedly be visiting the bathroom at least three times tonight.

The two enjoyed the playlist that Hinata made and it was undoubtedly making Y/n feel more confident, especially when Bokuto practically forced them to dress up and look ready for a night out, although they wouldn't be going anywhere. The songs kept playing and Bokuto hyped Y/n up every time he got the chance, and Y/n, feeling better and better, did the same thing for him. The familiar lyrics would kick in and Bokuto would scream them out making Y/n glare at him and try to shush him a few times before neighbors would come knocking on their door. How could they stay mad at him for that though, when he was so happy and excited, emitting his 'extra' energy. The two of them were singing, dancing, drinking, and had their little party making Y/n think the party they were supposedly going to tomorrow wasn't even a necessity for them to feel better anymore. It was a plan for a fun night they would gladly follow as long as they can stick to Bokuto through the night.

"Do you think we should bring the rope tomorrow with us?" Bokuto said after a comfortable silence. The playlist played out a few times throughout the night and was stopped once the two decided to take a break and lay on Y/n's balcony to watch the stars. It was a small balcony but long enough for them to lay next to each other, a bit cramped together though. They used the break as an excuse for being too tired to keep partying, but the truth was; they were both drunk out of their minds. Too drunk and dizzy to keep jumping around and making fun of each other.

"The rope you and Atsumu used to tie Hinata to that pole that Meian has in his parents' penthouse?"

"It's basically his- but yes, that rope. It's good enough for you guys to try and tie me this time-"

"Bo!" Y/n said in disbelief and laughed. "We're not going to tie anyone up to anything. You and Miya were too drunk to know what you were doing and I still can't figure out how no one was trying to stop you."

"Omi-omi tried to. But I think someone held him back. I don't know, can't remember. But why wouldn't you try and-"

"No way in hell am I going to tie someone to a pole-"

"How about being the one getting tied up?" He interrupted Y/n and both of them stopped for a second before laughing loudly.

"I don't wanna do that either. How about you just take me to the party?"

"That's what I had planned."

"Without the rope."

"Oh... Oh well, it's worth a try. We'll just trap someone on the roof then." He said and shrugged his shoulders.

"Bokuto!" Y/n said and elbowed him slightly, disbelief still evident in their eyes.

"What? Never said we'd do that to you! But you know, if you're up to it-"

"Ugh, shut up~ You and your ideas are giving me a headache." Y/n muttered, grabbing their head with their hands and shutting their eyes closed.

"Atsumu would like the idea though..." Bokuto mumbled.

"Because your dumb ass would offer that to him as a challenge and his crazy ass never backs up on a challenge." Y/n said and both of them chuckled as Bokuto agreed.

Time passed and the two enjoyed each other's company until the clock struck 5 am. They didn't realize the sun would be up in a few moments and that they wouldn't even witness it because they would be too engrossed in what was happening in front of them at the moment of sunrise.

"Thanks. For this. I'm tired as fuck, and feeling the hangover coming for me, but I had such a good time that I'd repeat this night again and again whenever I could."

"Well, I'm only a call away. Hey, Y/n..."

"Ready for the best hangover sunrise ever?" Y/n said, not realizing Bokuto needed to say something that would change the whole course of the night and the day that would follow them.

"Y/n."

"Hm?"

"I... Last night, right? I actually was in the neighborhood. I wanted to see you and hang out. When I realized you weren't in such a good mood, I rushed to the nearest convenience store to buy the stuff we ate and drank. I didn't intend to buy all that until I called you. And... the reason I wanted to see you was.... uh..."

"You're getting serious just like yesterday. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, just- I- Fuck, I can't do this." Bokuto said to himself making Y/n widen their eyes. Bokuto suddenly looked frustrated and nervous, something that would happen only when practice wouldn't go as he would've wanted.

"Bo-" "Would you be mad if I showed you, instead of saying it? I forgot the speech that I practiced out." He suddenly said and Y/n laughed before nodding.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want to sho-" Before they knew it, Bokuto leaned in as quick as he could, grabbing Y/n gently by their throat and pulling them in to connect their lips. Y/n widened their eyes and started to process the fact that Bokuto was kissing them, tilting his head to deepen it once Y/n closed their eyes and reciprocated the energy. Their tongues intertwined and rubbed against each other, their mouths sucked on each other's bottom lip, his lips lowered and traveled all over their neck after he tilted Y/n's head to the side to get more access, sucking here and there lightly as to not leave any purple markings. Bokuto would make sure to make up for that next time he has them under his touch.

Pulling away from the kiss, their foreheads were leaned one against another as the pair breathed heavily. The sun rays shined on them, making them feel sudden waves of heat which annoyed them as if the heat of the make-out session they just had wasn't heating their bodies enough.

Bokuto was so nervous about this. He wanted them to share that kiss through the whole night and the moment finally came. He was a bit scared that Y/n was going to push him away. But once Y/n kissed back, that small string that held him back disappeared and made him almost go feral. The wave of energy he felt, the confidence that overwhelmed him, he never felt like that before. He felt unstoppable like he just won over the whole world. He kind of did. He kind of won over his world.

The morning was here, the two missed the sunrise, but they did get something else. Something that would come in handy for tonight's party otherwise the two wouldn't confidently show they decided to be more than friends. It was something all people needed to have at least once in their lives.

Fuelled egos.

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Since requests are open could I get platonic c!Tommy x female! reader?

Okay, so reader is almost perfect Technoblade copy. She is god at PvP, genius tactician and can build very well.

She never settles down, or at least it seems like it. She has a base far in the nether, hidden from everyone but not many know that. To people it seems like she is always on her way, gathering resources and training, always on the move.

One day, she saves smol (like 9-13 year old Tommy) from mobs and decides to help him with training (reader is already an adult). They form a parent-child bond and reader becomes this mother figure to him. However, reader after some time wants to leave, and does so, some time before events of the smp starts. She was kind of controlling the whole situation, as in as long as she was there she was the mediator for everyone, basically unofficial ruler of the server. The moment she disappeared, everything crumbled.

So, time skip to Tommy's exile when his mental and physical health is declining, reader returns from her adventures and stumbles upon him. She is angered at what had happened and after taking care of him and making sure to bring him to the normal state, she goes straight to the cities to bring back balance by kicking some ass.

I'm leaving ending up to you, hopefully it won't be this complicated

Good luck ❤️❤️❤️

OMG I LOVE THIS!!! I’m sorry if this seems a bit rushed... (Because it was...) I really wanted to get this done before the school week because I have so much stuff to do. I will make a second part since this was kinda short and not the entire story I had planned. I will try to get the second part out as soon as I can but for now I hope you enjoy this! I hope I did your request justice!

|Burning Pile |Part.1| Platonic c!Tommy x Reader|

Warnings?: Swearing, Angst, and mentions of suicide.

Request?: Yes!  Thanks lukerycyja for the request!

Pronouns?: None used but female reader implied. Also sorry if this isn’t completely accurate to the canon smp storylie its been so long since I’ve watched any of Tommyinnits Lore streams due to school work, so please cut me slack if I messed up on any of that stuff...0-0 

Extra notes?: Part two is on it’s way soon!

“Shit…” You’ve been traveling the surface for hours and you just now realized you forgot your axe at your base. You groan in annoyance and find a nearby tree and sit down to relax because your feet had started to hurt and you open your bag and take out some apples to eat. You usually come to the surface every other month for food and resources, as you live in the nether and it doesn’t have cows and pigs… Well unless you can call those Piglin actual pigs.

“Okay,” You begin to say to yourself, 

“I forgot my axe and now I have to go all the way back to my portal…*sigh*, why do I do this to myself?” You take a bite of your apple and you just sit and take in the scenery. When you spot a couple of tree stumps and a wood wall not too far away from where your sat.

 “Oh shit.” You say aloud, dropping your apple. You hear the sound of humming coming from behind the wall and you stand up to hurry and get out of there…You never interact with anyone… your by yourself all the time... You used to have company though. A little boy you saved so many years ago. Tommy. His name was Tommy. You basically raised him for years… He was like a son to you. You trained him to fight and fend for himself when he eventually grew up and didn’t need you anymore. You haven’t seen him since you decided to leave. Why did you leave? You can’t quite remember. You hear a voice coming from behind the wall… it sounds so familiar. You near the wall and you place an ear against it to listen in on whoever is behind it. 

“Why Tubbo? Why. Why? Why?” The voice sounds even more familiar than before, Is it who you think it is? If so, who's Tubbo? Maybe it’s not him… It couldn’t be… You walk around and spot an opening and you peer around the corner. You see the backside of the person. Short yet untamed blonde hair, Red and white tore shirt and ripped tan pants. It’s him… It has to be… You step inside the structure, tears rolling down your face. 

“Tommy?” You say in a shaky voice. He turns around eyes wide. He has bags under his eyes, and the once light blue color has faded to blue-tinted grey. He stares at you and his jaw drops. A single tear falls from his eye then he shuts his mouth and turns away covering his ears with his hands.

“Dream whatever sick game you're playing I’m not falling for it! One of these days so help me I’ll kill you!”  Dream? Who is… Shit, You’ve been gone so long you can’t seem to remember a single damn other person. 

“Tommy, I don’t know who Dream is but… it’s me… Y/n… I- I’m sorry for leaving I just…”

“Just stop!” He throws a sword at your head but it just misses you and hits the wall beside you. 

“Now come on I taught you better than that…” You say to him, walking up to him and kneeling down to look him in the eyes. 

“It’s really me Tommy-” You try to finish your sentence but he already has his arms wrapped around you. You can feel teardrops falling on your shoulders and you can’t help but start crying too.

“Y/n… I missed you! Why did you have to leave! You bitch!” He hugs you tighter as he speaks, more tears rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry Tommy I just… I don’t remember… and- I- I’m sorry…” Your makeshift “family reunion” is interrupted by an arrow flying past both your heads. You stand up and turn around to see a tall man in a green hoodie with a mask with some silly face on it. It must be that Dream guy Tommy was talking about. 

“Who the fuck are you bitch?” He says pointing his crossbow at you. 

“What did you just call me? Also, a 5-year-old called, he wants his arts and crafts project back.” You say, he tenses up and takes a step forward.

“Leave now or I’ll put an arrow in your head, bitch.” He adjusts his crossbow and you reach for the bow and arrow on your back and in an instant you fire an arrow at him, piercing his arm. 

“Now I could have put it through your head but I like to look my victims in the eyes when I kill them… it's more fun that way.” You tell him with a huge grin on your face. He drops his crossbow and pulls the arrow out of his arm and takes an ender pearl out of his pocket and throws it in the distance and he disappears within seconds. You look behind you to see Tommy shocked and crying. You kneel down, pick him up and start walking him over to what seems to be his bed. You set him down and give him one of the apples in your bag. 

“Are you okay Tommy? You don’t seem well.” You tell him, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“I’m- I’m fine-” He tries to get his words out but he passes out and you quickly pick him up and hold him in your arms. You can still feel him breathing so you don’t worry too much, but you also can’t help but cry. You lay him down and you put his blanket over him. You decide that he probably is just stressed out and needs sleep so you let him rest. You take this time to hunt down some cows and pigs for food. You walk around paranoid that Dream might come back and try to hurt you or Tommy. You bag about 2 cows and 4 pigs and just as you return from hunting you see Tommy sitting on the bed with his face buried in his hands. You drop your kills and you walk over to sit down on the bed beside him. 

“You feel a bit better? If so then I gotta ask you… What are you doing alone out here all by yourself? You’re only like what, 16 at most? When I left, you had friends and other allies… how did you end up all alone?” You question him, he looks at you angered,

“How did I end up alone? How did I fucking end up alone?” He then stands up and starts to yell at you,

“You fucking left me! You left me with nothing but a couple of years of bloody sword training and the mentality of a soldier! I thought you actually cared for me like a son… But no, you just saw me as another helpless little boy who needed your guidance… Well, I don’t need your help! I can’t be helped! I’m the one who got exiled. I’m the one whose friends betrayed him!” His voice goes from a yell to a soft stern voice.

“I tried to build a nation… It was amazing... but I fail at everything. It crumbled...I should have never even tried… I should have offed myself when I had the chance…” He’s on the floor on his knees, sobbing with his head in his hands again. You stand up from the bed and kneel down to hug him. 

“Tommy… I’m so sorry that that’s how you felt about it… I had no idea how I really affected you… Tommy… I- I’m so sorry… I do love you like a son Tommy... And you’re the best son anyone could ask for… your not a failure, you deserve to live… but may I ask…”

You release him from the hug and look at him in the eyes,

“What do you mean by exiled?” (you decide to skip over the whole “build a nation” part, because you really aren’t surprised by it.) 

“Tubbo- I mean Dream. Well… They banished me from L’manberg they banished me from my home!  They banished me here to live on my own… I have nothing…”

“You don’t have nothing… You have me. I’ll help you, Tommy.” Your blood boils. They banished Tommy... Why? You don’t care… either way, you’re going to kill them… Whoever this Tubbo guy is… Your gonna kill him and Dream. You stand up and bring Tommy to his feet and wipe away his tears. 

“Go practice your sword throwing Tommy, I’ll make us some dinner.” You say as you walk over to the sword he had previously attempted to throw at you and take it out the wall.

“Hey, my sword throwing is great!” 

“Heh.. sure.” You hand him his sword and he groans jokingly and he walks outside and starts throwing his sword at some tree. You chuckle at the sight and you start to prepare your guy’s meal. You also grab your own sword and examine it. You sigh,

“Those bitches are gonna get what’s coming to them…” You whisper to yourself under your breath.

“Hey y/n! I hit my target!” Tommy yells to you.

“Good Tommy! I’m proud of you…”

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