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inspired by hate to see you leave by @noodyl-blasstal for @tazsapphicweek
i just started using charcoal in my drawing class and this ficlet gave me such a clear vision of the detective noir, the composition came to me immediately... absolutely the perfect opportunity to get some charcoal practice in!
#there are some things im not happy with. in terms of the way my work w the medium turned out#but mostly with the composition#cause i kinda redid it a few times#as i sketched things out#and i wish the angle was more extreme.#i wish there was a more intense shot on sloane#i just dont know exactly what i would want that to be to like. capture it#also i didnt even realize my drawing matches the fic title#i just went based on pure vibes and intuition#so this is<3 fitting#taz balance#hurloane#petals to the metal#hurley#sloane#my art#charcoal#what do i tag this with guys im so tired#<- dummy forgot to tag it with the tag that she made up#taz sapphic week
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Play Among The Stars
Read on AO3
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)
Word Count:2,227
Tags: Angst, Established Relationship, Firelight Member Jinx, Bittersweet
Summary:
"Am I your girl?" Jinx asked softly.
Ekko sat and stared at her for a minute.
The two cities was on a verge of civil war, Enforcers invaded The Lanes looking for her, and riots happens were an almost daily occurrence.
The world as they knew it was shattered because of her actions.
Author's Note:
As kids, Jinx and her siblings going out to do jobs while Ekko usually stayed behind.
Now as adults, Jinx takes Ekko to Piltover for the first time.
I completely forgot about this idea until I talked to @redrum-alice. Go check out their art! It's amazing🫶♥️
Thank you @su-univeralai for beta reading!
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It's been a few months since Jinx bombed the council chambers.
The Enforcers and residents have been on high alert ever since, never knowing when the blue-haired menace would strike again.
Her wanted posters were plastered everywhere in Piltover and Zaun, yet no one has seen her since.
A new, bigger barricade was built on the bridge. There was an influx of Enforcers patrolling the streets below and terrorizing The Lanes on a daily basis.
Unbeknownst to them, a monkey mask and owl were in the shadows peering over the edge of the highest roof.
Jinx chuckled as she zoomed in on them with her lens, she lightly smacked his arm. "Look at those dumbasses," her mask distorted her voice to be more high-pitched and robotic.
"Sooo busy monitoring the potential terror from below that they're clueless from the threat from up above."
Ekko hummed in agreement, "I remember. You told me that after you bombed the Enforcers, you strolled in to get the gemstone." His mask contrasted with how his voice modulator deepened his voice.
Jinx guffawed. "I did! Those dummies were so cocky by not adding extra security to their prized possession. But I showed them!" She bragged.
"And that you didn't have a disguise," Ekko added.
Jinx shrugged, "I already use spray paint to draw and trademark my work. There was no way I was gonna let some chump claim the biggest robbery in history."
He pursed his lips and faintly nodded as if to say, 'Fair enough'.
He stared up at the sky. The stars and moon were much more visible on this side.
Jinx took off her mask, inhaling deeply with a sigh, "Breathe in that fresh, Piltie air, Little Man. This was what you've been missing." She stretched her arms out and twirled.
Ekko did the same, their air was more breathable than the dense smog they were used to inhaling growing up.
He clenched his fist and glared at the sky. They've turned something as simple as clean air into a fucking luxury.
Her magenta eyes always glowed softly in the night, with small blue veins around the corners.
When he thought she died on the bridge a part of him died too. They were a permanent reminder of how even though he kicked the bomb, he failed to save her. Again.
You should have done better. She almost died. If you were successful then she wouldn't have needed shimmer to save her life.
Fuck, If you could have found another way of convincing her to leave Silco then we would have still been friends. We wouldn't have fought on the bridge in the first place.
Jinx's giddy chuckling brought him out of his thoughts. "You think I've become their version of the Boogie Man?"
The corners of his mouth twitched, "The Boogie Man?" He repeated wryly.
"Yeah, like," she stood upright with her arm behind her back.
"Listen to your parents, kids," She said in a gruff voice, wagging her finger as she paced.
"Do your chores, eat your vegetables, do your homework, and go to bed on time. Or else the big, bad Jinx will crawl through your window and get ya!" She snickered then cracked up.
She wore a wide, playful smile. He loved the small gap in her teeth and freckles adorning her face. It was adorable.
But back to the topic at hand, it made Ekko scoff.
Just yesterday while out in the market gathering supplies, he and his brothers helped intervene with Enforcers harassing a vendor and his family.
"I think they've been using us Zaunites as monsters for their bedtime stories for years. They just have a name and face to it now," He said.
"Besides, they're more a threat to us than anything. They've always been."
"Exactly!" She pointed at him. "They never cared about us. They've always ignored us until I made it known that we can fuck their shit up. We can ruin everything just like they did for us."
We.
He didn't doubt that someone from the Undercity could attempt to start another revolt on how mistreated they'd been for decades.
It just so happened that the one who lit the fuse was his best friend.
Ekko sat down with his arm on his knee, "Do you ever regret it?"
Jinx's eyes momentarily widened before they narrowed at him, "Why would you ask that? I know you aren't going soft on the Pilties."
His lips curled, and he wrinkled his nose, "Of course not."
"I know you wouldn't. But why would you ask that? I'm just confused."
"It's just that if you didn't, you wouldn't be a fugitive. You'd be free."
She would have liked that.
Her and Ekko, hand in hand without a care in the world. They would be able to go on dates like everyone else - doing a little PDA while they were at it.
They would have been able to go to more places than their Firelight base, shimmer raids, her hideout, and now atop a rooftop in Piltover.
She frowned then sat next to him, "It's true. I do miss being able to wander around like I used to." She linked their arms and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I wish we could go on dates in public. You wouldn't have to worry about being arrested with me," She murmured then sighed softly.
She shook her head and quickly licked her lips before she got her answer out. "But, I don't regret killing them. Those bastards had it coming for years," She affirmed.
"If I didn't do it then someone else in The Lanes would have. I just happened to be the one brave enough to do something about it.
They don't treat us like people. They've always treated us like abused animals. They watch us struggle through cages, laughing at how uncivilized we are compared to them," she squeezed his arm tightly.
"They've enjoyed our suffering for too long. Enjoyed keeping us in check about who really is in charge of everything. There's only so much a person can take before they snap."
Her eyes seemed to glow brighter. Her lips pulled back into a snarl and her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily.
He didn't say anything for a minute and stared at her.
There was a threat of civil war between the two cities. Enforcers have flooded The Lanes determined to find the domestic terrorist. Riots between them and Zaunites were an almost daily occurrence.
He had one or three drinks - he loved his people, but sometimes he wanted alone time to de-stress - he was leaving the bar when he saw them.
The two women were searching for her.
Caitlyn relayed what happened at the canary, her hatred for Jinx was evident even under her calm tone. Her eyes were determined as she informed him about what happened.
They were a stark contrast to Vi, who had acquired bags under her eyes with her hair slightly mussed. She asked if he had seen her little sister anywhere.
Jinx told him about the tea party. He told them he hadn't seen her since that night on the bridge.
It was to protect Jinx.
It was also to keep both women safe from her.
The consequences of Jinx's actions were the reason why their entire world was on the brink of collapse.
Her heart stalled when he removed his arm.
What did I do wrong? Is he mad at me? Disappointed? I’ve never seen him disappointed in me before. There's no reason for him to. Is there? He wanted to know how I felt, and I answered honestly.
Gosh. This was supposed to be a date. Talking about the state of affairs of two stupid cities is definitely not romantic.
Her worries were quickly dispelled when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.
Maybe they should have waited. Then it would be that person's problems instead of Jinx's. But even then, she would still be wanted for murdering those Enforcers.
Ultimately, he couldn't change the past. He had to live through the present.
Despite everything that was happening, he loves her.
He was in love with her since he was fourteen, and he loved her now. No matter how messy things were, he would forever be thankful to have her back in his life.
She glanced at him and gently knocked her knee against his. He spread his legs to make room for her, she moved to sit in between them, resting her legs on top of his.
Her hand cupped his nape and the back of his head as she pressed their foreheads together.
"Am I your girl?" She asked softly.
He always thought he would die with his unrequited crush. He was too nervous to tell her as kids, then everything in their lives fell apart.
She wanted him out of her life, so they went their separate ways.
They only met each other on the battlefield. He knew it was foolish, but a part of him still longed and cared for her.
But seven years later, the impossible happened- a miracle if you will. They were currently entranced by the other's presence.
He cradled her cheeks, his thumb rubbing comforting circles. "You will always be my girl. Nothing will ever change that, Jinx. I promise," He asseverated.
She leaned into his touch and smiled, her eyes softening.
She already knew the answer, but her heart swelled with pride and filled her with such an immense amount of warmth in her entire being from hearing him confirm it.
She brushed a stray dreadlock from his eyes and pushed it behind his ear. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips.
She darted her gaze into his eyes, he closed them, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited eagerly for her.
She placed her soft, purple lips tenderly around the edges of his mouth and lingered.
A decidedly pleasant shiver ran down his spine as her tongue slowly glided across his lower lip.
Her teeth caught onto his lower lip, gentle tugging switched to lightly sucking them. He felt her smirk on his lip as she drew out a quiet moan from him.
She had barely done anything, yet excitement burst within him as it was the first time they kissed.
It didn't matter how many times they did this, he always craved her. His heart, mind, body, and even his very soul belonged to her.
She was alive.
She was here.
And she loves you.
She wants you as much as you want her.
Only her.
She released his lip, faintly brushing hers against his.
He leaned in to finally connect their mouths, but he opened his eyes when she covered his mouth with her hand and wore a cheshire grin.
"You gotta admit though, I came up with the best date idea," She boasted.
He suppressed his groan of disappointment. She can be such a tease when she wants to be.
He rolled his eyes as he held her wrist to move her hand away. He let out an amused huff, "Alright. No need to make it a contest."
"Because you'd know I’d win." She gently wiggled his wide nose in between her fingers and then flicked it.
She giggled as she got up to stand and slapped a hand over her mouth to conceal her startled laugh. Ekko had smacked her ass as payback.
She glared at him over her shoulder. "Stop you perv! Gods," She chastised playfully, swatting his hand away.
He chuckled mischievously, biting his lower lip that failed to restrain his cheeky grin.
She shook her head and tittered. She's been rubbing off on him.
"Piltover this," she held her right hand and moved her hips in that direction. "Zaun that," she held her left hand and repeated the action.
"Forget about them!" She clapped her hands then spun around in his direction. "I feel like dancing!"
"But there's no music."
"Yeah, there is. Our voices can make music. It's called singing!"
He snickered, "Fair point. What did you have in mind, Sugarbomb?"
"Hmmmmm...." she pressed her finger against her lips, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
A grin broke out and she clapped her hands together. "I got it. Hold on," she cleared her throat and hit her chest for good measure.
"Fly me to the moon. And let me play among the stars," she gestured to the sky.
"Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand," she offered her hands.
Ekko held them and she helped him stand. She placed her hands on his shoulder as he put his on her waist.
"In other words," she looked at her boyfriend expectantly.
Ekko chuckled softly. "Baby, kiss me," He sang.
Jinx stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
They continued like that, singing to each other while swaying gently.
They got lost in each other's eyes and never wanted to be found.
Everything and everyone disappeared. Nothing else mattered because they were the only people in the world at that moment.
They could momentarily forget the harsh reality of the world as they danced.
They were a couple enjoying a romantic night under the moonlight and stars.
Two lovers.
A woman with her man.
A fugitive with her harborer.
#timebomb#ekkojinx#ekko#jinx#frelight jinx#arcane#arcane fanfic#fanfiction#my post#my fics#my writing#angst#gift fic
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OC Questionnaire
Rules: answer the questions as your OC(s)
Last one of these ones for now (I think). Thanks @illarian-rambling for the tag!
18+ content tag for vague mentions of sex and allusions to rape
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?
Belladonna: Probably the first time I tried to talk to Cassiopeia. I was so stunned on seeing her that I forgot all of my manners and tried to touch her dress, and then managed to stammer out that she was so pretty I didn’t think she could be real. Her fiancé of about two months was about a foot away getting them drinks. I’m still so glad she forgave me and never told my parents, my dad would’ve killed me.
Cassie: … *mumbled* I got my vibrator hand stuck inside a girl once.
Nellie: Probably the time I got so distracted lecturing R-1783 about knife safety I cut my own hand. He thankfully hasn’t brought it up ever again.
How do you deal with anger?
Belladonna: Remaining polite and calm and seeking a solution to the problem. Anger doesn’t help anything. (What she means is repressing it)
Cassie: Punching shit. Preferably the thing that made me angry but a dummy will do.
Nellie: I try to take deep breaths and give myself time to feel angry before going back to what I need to do.
What is the worst job you’ve ever worked?
Belladonna: I only have one job. I’m a noblewoman. I’m going to be the head of the station.
Cassie: This one. Well, I guess magic-farmed clone was worse but that’s not a job, that’s just slavery. So I’ll say bodyguarding a stuck-up noble piece of shit.
Nellie: Working for Narcissus. I don’t want to go into detail, but I’m getting off the drugs, and I never want to let anyone touch me like that again.
These were good questions! @somethingclevermahogony @touloserlautrec @spitefulbull you want a go? Your questions are:
What would you go back and do differently if you could redo one event in your life?
What’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever worn?
How do you feel about children?
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Same old mistakes {Hawk Moskowitz}
synopsis: after leaving cobra kai, hawk finds it hard for anyone to believe he's changed, except for you.
they/them pronouns used, nonspecific reader.
trigger warnings: swearing, fighting, mentions of being manipulated by a authority figure.
He wasn't exactly expecting a welcome wagon, he understood that they'd be mad at him. But he didn't think that it would be this bad. He walked into the dojo and swore that everyone there was against him, except for you. Despite having a front row seat to the past events of the prior year or so, it wasn't until recently that you'd joined miyagi do. After the laser tag incident, where Demetri got his arm broken. You'd always claimed to be a pacifist whenever Sam had asked you to join the dojo and learn with her, claiming that you were better off in the stands rather than in the center of the mat.
You were waiting inside of the dojo, both Sam and you had agreed on meeting to get in some extra practice. You hadn't mined waiting alone on your own, you liked the energy of the dojo. It felt calm and comforting. But after forty minutes or so you just felt alone. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard a few clatters followed by footsteps, putting you on edge with everything that had been going on with cobra kai. You stood towards the front door of the dojo assuming that whoever was here would enter through there, once they did you were relieved to notice that it wasn't any of the cobra kai students, well any current ones that is.
"You scared the crap out of me!" You exclaimed as you made your way back to where you were sitting on the floor. Hawk's face knotted up, "Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here. I can leave, -" He rambled as you cut him off. "No stay, I'd like the company." You said as you took a sip of your water. He nodded before closing the door and taking a seat on the ground near you.
"You're y/n, right?" He knew your name, but he hadn't really had any confrontations with you. Except for the fight at the LaRusso house on Christmas eve, where he had saved you from getting your head bashed into a table by Kyler. But he wasn't sure that you'd remembered that. "Yeah, you're Hawk." You said, doing a gesture that was mimicking bird wings with your hands causing him to gesture a chuckle.
"Yeah." He said, "So do you just like hanging out in dojos by yourself?" He teased as you rolled your eyes, "Oh totally, top ten things to do on a Saturday morning." You retorted sarcastically, "Sam was supposed to meet up with me before practice. But as you can tell," You paused before gesturing around the room. "She forgot about me." You joked to the boy. "So now it's just myself and the ghostly spirit of Miyagi potentially."
"Nothing better than hanging out with spirits on a Saturday." He joked to you, you smiled before quirking an eyebrow, "Why are you here? Last time I checked none of the eagle fang guys were the early arrival type." You joked to him, he shrugged. "Figured If I showed up early it would give me a few starter points, I don't know if you've noticed but, I don't think anyone's thrilled to have me here."
You pursed your lips looking down, "Yeah, I kinda picked up on that when you were being used as a practice dummy in the parking lot." He shrugged, "It's whatever. I deserve it honestly."
"You definitely don't. I mean you were manipulated by Kreese that you were avenging Miguel by going after Miyagi Do. It wasn't all your fault." Your words were soft and comforting, and for a minute it made him think that there was a potential way for things to turn out alright.
“I think you might be the only one to think that.” He said, you shrugged. “For now.You have to look on the bright side.”
“Whatever you say sunshine.” His voice had no tone of teasing in the slightest. He was being genuine for the first time in a while.
#grace writes#cobra kai#cobra kai imagine#hawk moskowitz#eli moskowitz#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz imagine
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21 isn't much different from 20 which isn't much different from 19 but it's a drastic change from 18 (Dev log #12)
Oh man. If you thought you had a bad week, I had to come back to school without a charging plug for my computer because I forgot to bring it, so I had to come to classes coping as hard as I could and not open my laptop unless I really needed to. Well, I didn't have an instance where it died in class, but it was close to on Monday. My legs were fucking aching throughout the week. I don't know if its because I barely walked over the break or what but there was a point where I couldn't get up from my chair I was sitting on and where I was eating dinner because my legs hurt so bad and weren't working anymore. I had to sit there for 30 minutes to get up and rot in my bed. Anyways, the break was... nice I guess. 50% of it was either recovering from school and the other half is trying to get the motivation to do anything but feeling so exhausted that I couldn't. There was drinking here and there after my birthday. My parents really wanted me to drink on my birthday but my bestie was there, and she's not even 20 yet and I didn't want to expose her to tipsy me. Back at home was bad enough because I was arguing with my dad and she and my mom had to watch the whole thing apparently lmao.
Anyways, I haven’t done much. I have completed Dummy’s base sprites, and they are probably going to have the least in the main cast, with a whopping 28 frames! (Applause) I wanted to give them that choppy incomplete feeling. If you’re asking about the Cashier, he has 39. Xandra has 44. I currently am working on Party Person’s base sprites (They look absolutely cursed) and then I’ll do Halloween Herson’s (I really don’t want to do hers because I decided to make her design so complicated, but a drastic redesign is not really a good idea at this point). After that, I’ll probably do Kyu’s and Priyah’s and then the back ground characters that people care a lot about except for Tiny Terson. I hate him so much why is he so small I hate him as much as I hate Rose from the Titanic/j
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(sorry. This was the only thing I was thinking when doing her idle sprites LMAO)
Anyways, I'll be honest, I got no ideas right now for anything other than sprites. School is beating the crap out of me because the review is coming up soon (I'm barely surviving), they just confirmed the date on Friday, which, I'll be honest, took them longer than they should've.
Anyways do you guys think I should have made a whole separate tag for this fan game or should I just keep tagging the same 4 tags....
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psst! nina! -slides you $20- record store stan and comic book store kyle hanging out on their lunch break…plz 😩🥺💍
excuse me!!!! i am an upstanding law abiding citizen! i would never take a bribe!!!!...but if it somehow ended up on the floor or in my purse while i wasn't looking sahdhdkjs
but bestie i would have done it for free <3 i fucking...Love stan and kyle having edgy boy nerdy boy boyfriend solidarity they're so fkn cute to me oh my god aaaaa
also they work right across the street from each other so they do be shamelessly ogling each other all the time when they're supposed to be working. they also call each other on their work phones all the time and kyle is like "stan i told u not to call me when i'm working!!!!" and stan is like "but i MISSED u!" and hes like "bitch i am literally across the street" and stan is like "so cross the street and give me a big wet sloppy kiss dummy!" shdkjsa
they also totally badly prank call each other which is so funny bc its like I CAN SEE U STUPID!!! and also sometimes jealous kyle calls in like STAN IF YOU DONT TELL THAT BITCH W THE LANA DEL REY ALBUM AND THE BELLY BUTTON PIERCING U HAVE A BOYFRIEND RN IM COMING OVER THERE SHSKHD my hero oh my god!! stan is like ITS FOR HER GIRLFRIEND GENIUS SHE ALSO BOUGHT GIRL IN RED skahsd hes like that man in there tho with all the hair products in his hair!!!! he is not trying to score spiderman hes trying to score ur number sex-c!!! tell him ur closed...also my hero
i am like in the trenches of writer girl hell writing thirteen and trying to put good vibes back into my life so i...unfortunately could not put actions in it ( if u slide me $10 tho...i might consider it ) it's just dialogue but its funny i swear help!!! theyre cute!!!
...i hope this was worth your 20 dollars that ended up mysteriously in my pocket. Please Clap.
*DING!*
“Hey! Welcome to Vinyl Tap! My name is Stan, how may I help you—“
“Yooou know you’re not allowed in here anymore, sir!”
“And why is that…” “Kimberley?” *they never made stan a name tag*
“Because!” “You’re too tall…and good looking. No one will buy anything when you’re in here. They’re too busy looking at you. Me included.”
*stan winks and waves* *kyle rolls his eyes and does a sarcastic twirl*
“And management told me you keep checking out the check out guy at the counter. Absolutely unacceptable behavior.” “You disgust me.” “At least buy me dinner first.”
“I bought you lunch, actually, Asshole.” “Here’s dessert, bitch.” *kyle flips stan off*
“Aw! So sweet, bro! Just for that, you can have a bite.” *stan flips kyle off* “Sorry, your blood sugar looked low.” “And listen, If you’re gonna flip me off at least flip the sign around, you skyscraper! Mmkay?”
“Mmkay.”
“Ooh, ooh, oooooh! What is it?”
“Sniff.”
“NO!”
“Yes.”
“Oh my god?! Is it the super fucking delicious marinated tofu bahn mi from that new vegan Vietnamese food truck that parks next to City Hall? That I’ve been talking about—“
“For weeks. Yes. Please shut the fuck up now.”
“Did you add extr—“
“Extra jalapeño. Obviously, dipshit. I’m surprised you still have working taste buds.”
“Annnnnd—“
“And a Laaaarge Thai tea, sub oat milk. Yeah, yeah, yeahhh, whatever P r i n c e s s.”
“MY KY TEA!”
*holds his orange drink up to his kyles orange head excitedly*
“I totally forgot to pack a lunch earlier and everything! This is going to save my Life. Ugh, Dude, KP! You are LITERALLY the Best!”
*leans across the counter to hug kyle n almost crushes him 2 death*
“I know. And I have several awards and accolades that will back that statement up.”
“Also, I fucking K N E W it!”
“Knew what, motherfucker?”
“That you forgot to take your fucking ADHD medication again!”
“Nooooo…”
“Maaaaaybe…”
“Stan…”
“I know, I know, I knoooooow! I’m sorry! But also, if I am ‘chemically imbalanced’ or whatever and have a hard time remembering shit and focusing, why the fuck would they give me this thing I have to remember to do every morning? Like, it’s just so—“
“Babe.”
“Bro?”
“Food, drink, pill.”
“Fooooood, driiiiink, pillllll~”
*stan is very pleased with his stan-wich*
“Oh my god. D A N K.” “Best lunch EVER. I’m sooooo happy, I could totally k i s s you right now!”
“So kiss me, Dumbass.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
*alexa play pony by ginuwine ;)*
*...did stan jump up on the counter and wrap his legs around kyle's waist...i can neither confirm nor deny these allegaytions ur honor*
“Peppermint.”
“Cherry.”
“Swap?”
“Swap.”
“Cherry.”
“Peppermint.”
“Way better.”
“Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
*kyle pulls back n eyes stan incredulously...and indecently ;)*
“Hold on a second…” “Marsh…”
“Broflovski?”
“Where is the rest of your shirt?”
“Out to lunch?” “Boo! Are you seriously dissing my fit, right now, bro?”
“Your fit would not FIT an eight year old boy!"
“Take it up with Kenny! He did it last night. He said it would help bring in sales.”
“He would say that.” “And what kind? OnlyFans?”
*deflecting and distraught bc...Hot*
“Kyle, c’mon! It’s c u t e!”
“It’s a CROP TOP.”
“It’s fun!”
“It’s INDECENT.”
“You’re staaaaring~” *stan shamelessly teasing kyle vc*
“It stared at me first.” *kp scowl insult combo bc hes nervous rip*
“It’s hot out there!”
“It’s hot IN here.”
“Ooh, say that again.”
“That.”
“Nevermind, I fucking hate you.” *more middle finger*
“I love you too.” *kissy noises*
“Ew, cute.” “But my eyes are up here. Pervert.”
*stan props kyles chin up on his finger so they can make sexually charged eye contact...seek jesus*
“They’re pretty…”
“Pretty weird looking.”
*stan looking crispy because he just got roasted*
“I’M weird looking!? Have you SEEN yourself?”
“Oh, HELL no! I am not taking smoke from a dude with frosted tips wearing low rise jeans and a shirt that looks like it could have been purchased from the junior girls section of Target. All you need is Kenny to tattoo a butterfly tramp stamp on you and you’re good to go, Paris Hilton.”
“And I'M not taking SMOKE from a dude wearing his dorky Cosmic Comic work uniform hat forwards instead of backwards like anyone over the age of 12.”
*stan totally takes his hat off and wears it like a backwards fuckboy snapback, kyle starts choking help sdsjh*
“Basketball shorts and…a Batman baseball tee that looks like it could have been purchased from the junior BOYS section of Target.” “Even if it does make your arms look really good.”
“Really? Ah-ahah. T-Thank you. Your a-arms also—” *nervous kyle stuttering* “Clever diversion tactic, but Stan, do NOT start this fight with me again! I reeeeally do not want to have this fight AGA—“
“Dude, he’s like, not even a Real superhero! He literally BOUGHT his way into being a superhero! He has no superpower! His superpower is being RICH!”
“Bro, so did IRON MAN!”
*cue stan and kyles regular n daily marvel dc fight to the death*
“OKAY! Well, Tony Stark has a wicked sweet robot butler and Bruce Lame-yne just has that weird creepy old guy who should probably have his name on the sex offenders list.”
*kyle absolutely fucking aghast*
“I’m sorry — Did you just refer to Alfred as ‘that weird creepy old guy’?”
“—Who probably wants to diddle little boys, but yes, that’s exactly what I said, Kyle!”
*eye twitches in rabid comic book boy*
“…And are you implying that Jarvis is cooler than ALFRED?!”
“I am not just implying that information…”
“I am d e l i n e a t i n g it to you.”
*stan using his english hw vocab rizz like kyle look look i studied*
“Mwah.”
*stan flabbergasted dramatic boy sounds*
“EXCUSE ME!!!! DID YOU JUST THROW MY KISS IN THE TRASH!?!?”
*he shoooooots, he scooooores*
“No, I threw in it in recycling because I know you’re a hoe for the environment.”
*stan abt to ask kyle to help him find something in the stock room...i really hope its the bible*
“…Okay, w-wowz—Jesus Christ. Ky, you know it’s seriously so hot to me when you recycle responsibly, but..."
*rizzed stan so hard oh my god hes blushin omg is it hot in here*
“Hope you heal from being a DC dickrider.”
“And I hope you heal from gargling Marvel’s balls.”
“Y’know, I still cannot believe you don’t like Batman, Stan. Like you are literally a DICK GRAYSON variant!”
“Woah, you said Dick with a loooot of confidence. Watch out; people might think you’re gaaaa—“
*kyle mad as hell bc he got dusted by his sbbf*
“Yeah, very funny, Stan. It’ll be way funnier when I bury this shithole on Yelp when I accuse you of a hate crime.”
“Okay, concept: hear me out. No hate crimes, just…” “Date Time?”
*stan vana white hand flourish w the emo boy rings*
“How about…we call you in some chicken strips, curly fries an—“
“CANIHAVEACHER—“
*absolutely feral diabetes boy behavior*
“Yes, oh my goood, you fucking FIEND…You can have a cherry coke. But…BUT! it has to be MEDIUM, KP! M e d i u m! Last time you had a large you got totally cracked out on liquid candy carbonation and started talking CRAZY. Like, you literally sounded like a cult leader. I thought you were going to start having religious visions and shit; it was scary.”
*stan shiny eyes emoji*
“Then…can we pleaaaase eat at the pond?! Please, please, please? I bought a mason jar full of oats in my backpack so I could feed the ducks! The little ones are soooo cut—“
“You remembered a lunch for the DUCKS and not yourself?!” “Ugh, and Stan, I HATE Stark’s Pon—“
*three fingers in the air assistant troop leader stan vc scouts honor*
“I promise to protect you from children, frisbees, the elderly, unpredictable water fowl and people with petitions…Do we have a deal, Kyle Pile?”
*oh no not the eyelash flutter...its super effective*
“…If one of those sick, feathered fucks bites me or shits on me, I’m turning that pond into duck soup.”
“YAY!” “Okay, let’s go. Hold my hand?”
“Stan, are you five years old?”
*stanley marsh signature pout...ur litrally proving his point bff*
“Kyle, you KNOW crossing the street freaks me out.” “Now hold my freaking hand, Assface!”
*aw romance*
“Wooooow, trying so hard to hold my hand. Watch out; people might think you’re gaaaa—“
*stan like five centimeters away from kyles mouth*
“…P l e a s e, baby?”
*more extremely nervous flustered kyle stuttering*
“I—W-whatever.” “There, happy?”
“Extremely.”
“Your hands are sweaty.”
“You make me nervous.”
*bebe vc* And Scene ;)
#aw...true love#bestie im sorry this is not my finest work but i hope u laugh thank u for buying me lunch#SPEAKING OF BUYING PEOPLE LUNCH kyle remembering stans crunchy boy lil lunch order...AW STAN CALLING KYLE HIS KY TEA LIKE PLS#idk why i put stan in a crop top but also i know he looked good kyle was mad as hell and wanted to makeout abt it smh#they really do b bickering like an old married couple#THEY HAVE THE DC MARVEL FIGHT EVERY DAMN DAY ITS SO UNSERIOUS#them being like damn thats pretty gay bro watch it bro people might think ur gay bro#my sons...who i raised...myself...with sharon and shelia...amen...<3#THEM DOING THE MMKAY CALL AND RESPONSE IS LIKE THEIR RUNNING INSIDE JOKE#kyle talks abt recycling and stans like im going to do terrible and obscene things to u in the stock room...smh
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LevXYaku~Fingerfucking
Summary:
Yaku comes back from Russia to surprise his boyfriend at a game and spend time together after.
Ao3 Tags:
Fingerfucking, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Hand & Finger Kink, Anal Fingering, Mentions of homophobia, Oral Sex, Banter
Yaku watches from the stands as Kenma nods to Lev who runs for the net in a blur of limbs and smacks the ball to the side with a crack of one of his ridiculously big hands. He barely has to get any air to already tower over the opposing team, but between his jump and Kenma’s skills, the other team has no hope of blocking the titan. The rest of their opponents must have figured that out already as they’re already scrambling for the chance ball, but it’s no use. Lev had the entire off-season to actually learn control and it shows in how the ball is already slamming into an empty corner before the blockers even reach the ground.
Yaku’s chest swells with pride to see how much his kohai has improved since his time of completely whiffing spikes last year as he cheers his approval with the rest of the crowd. He can hardly wait to run down and celebrate with him as the teams line up and he runs down to the main floor.
“LEV!” Yaku yells as he jumps on his Slenderman of a boyfriend when he ducks into the hallway.
“Yaku-san!” Lev beams down at the shorter boy dangling from his shoulders as he wraps his arms around him in return. “You made it!”
“Just in time for that last set. Kuroo helped me bully my way to the front row. That last set was perfect if a little close to the net.” Yaku grins, kissing his grinning dork. He was working on making his criticisms more constructive.
“Yeah, Kenma and I are still getting used to reading each other now that I can actually do the basics.” Lev laughs, heading to the locker room with Yaku still in his arms. “We’re definitely getting better though.”
“It’s understandable. He spent last year learning to work around you whiffing and now you can focus on more than the ball. That was great, Lion.” Yaku hums, sliding off the bean pole to let him go into the locker room.
“Thanks, chipmunk.” Lev smiles, opening the door. “I’ll be out in like 20 minutes.”
Yaku is already taking out his phone to distract himself. “Don’t tease Kuroo and Kenma too hard. I want you alive to celebrate later.” He snickers, taking a seat by the door.
~
It’s not even a full 20 minutes before Yaku is being hoisted to his feet and dragged after Lev as the giant ducks to avoid a shoe aimed at his head and he hears Kenma cussing behind them. It does nothing to cover Kuroo’s hyena laugh but is enough to tell Yaku they’re running.
“It wasn’t even 20 minutes, dummy.” Yaku sighs as they make it out of the building. “You’re lucky there are new first-years to clean the gym.”
“They shouldn’t be making out in the shower then.” Lev laughs, fixing his bag on his shoulder as they start for the train to head to Yaku’s hotel room. “How’s Russia going?”
“I see why your parents left. It’s cold as shit and my teammates keep trying to set me up with girls because I can’t tell them I’m taken because Russia is homophobic as hell.” Yaku huffs, leaning against Lev as they sit in a mostly empty car. “I know Japan still sucks too, but I forgot with how gay the majority of our friends are.”
Lev frowns, pulling him closer. “Alisa has never been subtle so we were pretty lucky our parents were accepting and moved us-Oh! Wait, actually!” He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously.
Yaku looks at him curiously until the phone is turned to him and he sees a conversation with Alisa.
“She said you guys can take some selfies while you’re here to get your teammates off your back. This way it’s still a Haiba without the danger?” Lev explains.
Yaku blinks, shaking his head fondly. “Only you. Sure, why the fuck not? Should I change your name on my phone too then so we don’t have to be so sneaky then?”
“Sure, do Lioness instead so you don’t accidentally send my sister a dick pic though.” Lev chuckles, laughing harder when Yaku’s face turns red and he pushes him lightly.
“Dumbass,” Yaku grumbles, taking his phone out and making the change, taking a moment to remember the word before typing in L’vitsa 🐱❤ (львица). “Gotta practice my Russian just to date my boyfriend. Russia needs to grow up.”
“Agreed.” Lev hums in annoyance as the train sounds their stop and they get off the train. By the time they’re back above ground, however, Lev is back to his usual hyper self as he fills Yaku in on the rest of the game. “So Shibayama-san saved it and Kenma-san sent it up for Yamamoto to spike it like BAM! and then-”
Yaku listens absently as they make it to the hotel and he starts looking for his reservation on his phone. They split off briefly for Yaku to get checked in, but reconvene in the elevator for Lev to continue his recap. He’s trying to listen, truly he is, but after his flight and the energy of getting through the airport and to the game in time, he found himself spacing out. It has been a while since he’s seen his boyfriend, and it might be the jetlag talking, but he swears the giant’s gotten more handsome somehow. Has he grown more? It’s hard to tell sometimes with Lev’s freakishly long everything, but Yaku finds himself watching how those limbs flail throughout the retelling and wondering if his hands have always been that big as he recounts the winning spike.
“Wasn’t it amazing, Yaku-san?” Lev grins as the elevator dings their floor and they step out.
“Yeah, you are.” Yaku yawns absently, checking the number on the key card again.
Lev looks at him strangely before finally taking in just how exhausted the older boy looks and smiling softly. “Come on, Yaku-san.” He hums, taking the other’s suitcase from him. “That was an intense game. How about we bathe and take a nap?”
Yaku blinks at him in momentary confusion before the taller boy’s words process. He’s about to decline or tease him for being tired, but he had his own game the other night, and the chaos of getting here really was catching up with him. He really is glad he has a week off before training starts back up and he plans to spend the bulk of it curled up with his skyscraper anyway so eventually sighs and nods. “Yeah…yeah, that sounds good.”
With the two now in agreement, they go to find Yaku’s room and get their stuff sorted. In all actuality, this is just dumping their bags, locating their toiletries, and starting the bath before figuring out how to fit Lev’s Slenderman limbs in the Japanese-sized tub, but that’s as sorted as things are getting tonight. Eventually, they figure it out and Yaku situates himself in front of the other, leaning his back against Lev’s chest.
“Why do tubs have to be so small?” Lev pouts, leaning forward to rest his chin on Yaku’s head and wrap his arms around him.
“Japan isn’t known for their height, babe.” Yaku chuckles, snuggling further into the enveloping warmth. “Not everyone can be descended from the spaghetti monster.”
“Did you really fly fourteen hours just to pick on me?” The half-Russian pouts, smiling when it gets his hands kissed as expected.
“Mhm, always. Someone has to make sure that head doesn’t get any bigger.” The libero snickers before acting offended when this earns him a bubble hat.
“I promise you, Kenma-san keeps me in line plenty.” Lev laughs, forming the bubbles into a fun shape.
“Obviously not if you’re putting bubbles on me. At least wash my hair while you’re up there.” Yaku huffs as he passes back his travel products, leaning back again when he soon feels long fingers running through his hair. “Thank you.”
“Gladly, you never let me baby you!” Lev knows the grin is obvious in his voice.
There’s some grumbling about not needing to be babied, but otherwise, they fall into a comfortable mostly-silence of Lev humming happily while Yaku appreciates the long fingers massaging along his scalp. He couldn’t help the appreciative hum when Lev barely has to adjust him to get the shower hose and the fingers return to wash the shampoo from his hair. He swears one of those hands can cover his entire scalp, but then Lev starts on conditioner and Yaku is too relaxed to pay further attention.
Soon enough, one of those giant hands is covering his eyes and half his face as Lev starts washing out the conditioner, long fingers running through once again to make sure it's all out.
Lev hums a little, pleased with his work and the relaxed look on Yaku’s face. It’s not long though before he finds himself once again unable to sit still and starts arranging the older boy’s still wet hair into weird styles that eventually earn him an exasperated sigh.
“Oi.” Yaku mock huffs, more amused than anything. “Wasn’t the point of washing it to not have it at weird angles?”
“Aww, but you look so cute, Yaku-san,” Lev chuckles as Yaku turns around in his lap to roll his eyes at him.
“Oh, I’m gonna look absolutely adorable when my hair dries looking like a real ‘demon-senpai’.” Yaku huffs, reaching for the shampoo. Hand me that. I’ll get yours now.”
Lev just snickers at the little gremlin as he hands him the shampoo. “I think Kuroo-san would have a heart attack. Thank you, Yaku-san.”
“Don't tempt me. Scare that owl speechless, too.” Yaku snickers, standing up carefully and turning so he’s facing the spiker to reach his silver locks. “Tch, why are you all so pretty? You’re only half-Russian. This isn’t fair.” He mutters as he runs his much smaller fingers through the somehow still perfect hair.
Lev manages a chuckle, but, for the most part, his voice is stuck in his throat as the current position puts his face level with Yaku’s tummy and crotch, and hmm, yeah, definitely gay. Is that a new freckle?
“Oi, Lev. You listening?” A small hand covers his eyes now to rinse his hair.
Lev blinks, shaking his head to clear it. “Hm? Uh, no, sorry, Yaku-san. I was, uh, distracted…” He admits shyly.
“What could you possibly- Oh…” Yaku’s face quickly turns the color of the Nekoma jersey discarded on the floor as he realizes the position they’re in. He immediately tries to sit down but is stopped by big hands wrapping around his waist and holy shit were his fingers touching? It certainly seemed like it, but maybe that was just Yaku’s horny brain. Did he have a thing for hands? No, surely not, it’s just been a while, damn long-distance shit and all.
Lev spreads his fingers as though having the same thought process and Yaku realizes just how much of his back they cover and is suddenly struck with the memory of just how deep they reach.
A surprised moan rips from Yaku as the fact that he’s hard is made apparent to him when a warm, wet stripe is licked up the side. He looks down into green, cat-like eyes and knows he’s done relaxing from the look in them.
“Did you finally realize the position you’re in, Yaku-san?” Lev hums dangerously.
“Shut up, it’s just been a while.” Yaku huffs, now trying to squirm free. “Not like getting over her is a weekend trip.”
“True. Shouldn’t we try to make the most of the time we do have then?” There’s mischief in those green eyes.
Yaku stares at him in a mix of embarrassment and mock annoyance before groaning petulantly. “Well, I’m not going to say no!”
“I didn’t think you would.” Lev chuckles, pulling Yaku closer. “Have lube in your toiletries bag by chance?”
I haven’t seen you in months. Of course, there is dummy. Side pOAh-cket-Shit!” Yaku groans, sarcasm cut short as Lev takes him in his mouth and sucks. He whines as Lev licks along the vein, one long arm leaving him to feel around on the floor outside the tub and find the red bag.
Has the zipper always been that loud?
“Condom?” Lev asks real quick before resuming his task.
“For today at least, yeah.” Yaku nods, fingers gripping silver strands as he groans. “Fuck, Lev.”
“That’s the plan.” Comes the snickered response, even as he gets a playful smack on the shoulder.
“Will you ever-shit-” The libero hisses as a lubed finger starts opening him up. “-stop making that corny joke?”
“Mmm, probably not.” Lev snickers with a cheeky grin. “You’re cute when exaperbated.”
“Exap- do you mean exasperated?” Yaku sighs, half in fond exasperation and half to hide how his breath hitches when that long finger slides even deeper.
“Yeah, that.” The spiker laughs before his mouth returns to its previous task.
“DOrk-shit.” Yaku moans mid-taunt as he’s once again swallowed whole. “Almost forgot how good that big mouth of yours is when it's not running.” He quips.
The look in those green eyes tells him he’s about to remember and he throws his head back as Lev hallows out his cheeks and drags his tongue along the vein. He almost doesn’t notice the second finger that joins the first with the way Lev tongues at his slit before swallowing him whole again.
What did catch him by surprise, however, was that the long fingers that had previously been holding his hips still, had stuck their way up to toy with his nipple and make him cry out. “Fuck, Lev, shit your fingers!” Yaku whines, having trouble not thrusting into Lev’s mouth. “Tryna make sure to ruin me aren’t you, Lion?”
There’s a territorial gleam in Lev’s eyes and Yaku’s knees shake as the spiker does some trick with his tongue and slips a third finger in and fuck he’s full. Those fingers are long enough to near constantly torture his prostate, and for all the shit Yaku gives him, the giant knows exactly how to use them to take the libero apart embarrassingly fast.
“Nghnn~ Lev, wait! Slow down. Shit, I’m gonna cum before you even get it in if you don’t slow down.” Yaku rambles, gently tugging silver strands as he tries to hold back.
“Mmm~” Lev groans, pulling away with a pop before smirking up at the small libero. “We have all week, Yaku-san~” He teases, fingers not once stopping. “Maybe I want to play a bit first, hm? And it’s been so long, I’m sure you need to get used to me again? I have gotten taller after all, what’s to say I haven’t grown there, too, hmm?” Lev practically purrs, hooking his fingers to massage the smaller’s prostate.
Yaku groans at the thought, mind reeling and dick twitching at the mere thought. “Fuck~” He moans, breath hitching, and legs shaking as the spiker starts torturing him. He knows it's not possible, but it feels like those fingers could reach into his stomach and somehow ruin him even more than they already have, and shit, there’s a thought. A twist to his nipple brings him dangerously close and he almost whimpers as much if Lev hadn’t twisted and spread his fingers in such a way that makes him cry out and his knees buckle.
“Mnmm~ Lev!” Yaku cries, the hand previously playing with his nipples returning to his waist being the only thing keeping him standing. He’s not even sure if he actually came or just got overwhelmed until he pries open his eyes and sees Lev licking whatever cum his tongue can reach off his face. His dick twitches at the sight and he groans in sensitivity.
“Shit, damn skyscraper, I wanted you inside!” Yaku pouts down at the half-Russian.
Lev just smiles up at him. “Hmm, but Yaku-san, you looked so pretty cumming on my fingers. Your legs shaking, lashes fluttering, hole milking my fingers.” One of his cat-like smirks and a brush of Yaku’s prostate drags a whine from the shorter. “I almost want to see if I can make you do it again?”
Yaku almost wants to protest, but the kisses tracing along his stomach are making it rather difficult to find a reason. A possessive bite to his hip makes him moan and he curses as he makes up his mind. “Dammit, Lev~ Fine! But don’t pout at me if I pass out from exhaustion before you get to cum.” The libero warns.
“Can I use your thighs if you do?” Lev knows Yaku’s weak to his puppy eyes when they’re like this.
He’s right, and Yaku huffs about it a bit, but ultimately relents. “You better clean me up after.”
“Good thing we’re already in the bath then.” Lev grins, turning Yaku around to put his hands on the wall so he has better access. “So much for relaAhh~!”
~~~
“Insufferable. An absolute menace.” Yaku grumps as they’re laying in bed later, the libero resting his head on the spiker’s chest.
“Yup!” Lev grins without an ounce of regret.
“You and those fucking Slenderman fingers.”
“You could have said no~”
“And miss out on said Slenderman fingers? How many times did Kenma set the ball at your head?” Yaku glares petulantly.
Lev rolls his eyes at the libero’s dramatics, leaning forward to kiss his head. “A few times, but just say you liked it like a normal person, Yaku-san.”
“Never.” Yaku huffs even as he hums happily at the affection. “Your head is big enough.”
“Rude!”
“Yup.” Yaku smirks, squirming so he can sit up enough to kiss the giant himself. “But I love that big head of yours.” He smiles now.
Lev can’t help the dopey smile he gives in return. “Love you, too, Yaku-san.”
They exchange more kisses and quips, but it doesn’t take much longer for the day’s events to catch up with them, and for the two to fall asleep, curled up in each other’s arms.
#levyaku#lev habia#yaku morisuke#haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smut#lev x yaku#kinktober#kinktober 2022
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I would love more Maeve + Superstore thoughts, her friendship with Jonah sounds amazing
(i forgot about this in my drafts for too many days bc i’m a huge dummy don’t look at me here we go slamming post lmfao) oh boy, the tags were a 30 second long goof experiment but i'm always prepared to extend that for any scenario. let's make up some absolute nonsense for the lulz and cuteness.
literally do not ask me why posh brit accent maeve is working at a store in missouri because i don't have time for it and that's not part of the "everything here is for fun" theme.
one of her running gags is that she’s always talking about concepts for stories and tropes that she wants to explore/deconstruct, but anytime she’s asked about progress she’ll have some wild explanation for why she didn’t get very far into writing. there have been at least two rr martin comments made about how long it’s taken her to finish her first book. jonah, amy, sandra and cheyenne have all read some of her short stories/misc chapters of the first book because they’re here favorites full stop. final two seasons are for sure the “oh [bleep], maeve published her book and it’s really taking off” arc for her.
cheyenne is the little sister that she never had, they have matching nails and accessories all the time. maeve often does her hair for her because it’s fun to them and gives them chat time.
she did sandra’s hair and make-up for her wedding 🥰
was genuinely intimidated and putoff by dina for a good while but i cannot be talked out of believing that they wouldn’t have a c-plot in a later season episode of maeve making dina look as hot as can be and trying to teach her how to flirt without being so blunt. is she successful with that last bit?? not really, but she gets to dress dina up and also receive some good advice on not taking people’s shit along the way so that’s fantastic (garrett’s dying in the background and that’s all part of the plan tbh)
obligatory b-plot of maeve having to explain bisexuality and polamory to the breakroom clowns because most of them can’t understand her love life. probably came about as a result of another running gag where maeve talks about one of her dates and it doesn’t add up with her former comments much to the confusion of her coworkers, and then she has to whip out the lecture because she gets accused of straight up lying or fooling around on her partner.
once accidentally made people think she and amy were going on a date because she told justine they were "going out for dinner tonight" and it started an entire Discussion behind their backs (she does, in fact, put out the offer to amy before leaving work. gotta shoot that shot, maybe amy’s feeling a little curious that night who knows a girl can dream)
she and jonah instantly connected and became great friends. they share a specific optimistic outlook in the way that they can see the world for what it could be instead of what it currently is and it’s something that brought them together, then kept them close even through the rough times. she loves his commitment and dedication to any cause that he undertakes, his efforts are inspiring and keep her going whenever her own start to waver. she is absolutely obsessed with how he consistently finds a way to put his foot in his mouth during any conversation, the yin to her yang as maeve’s known for being able to spin a web as quickly and for as long as necessary. their shared need to be validated and praised goes a long way between them because they’re annoyingly nice to each other all the time. they’re those two at the breakroom table talking animatedly about their latest interest or topic they picked up from a podcast/news article/reddit post (toxic masculinity, current politics, feminism, some obscure piece of history or a cryptid of the week, etc). he’s endlessly patient with her and she’s beyond thankful for it. flipside is that she unironically loves listening to him go off on his Woke Rants and gets bullied about it but doesn’t care, she’s there for him through the relationship struggles and does her best to give advice while not stepping over the line (might toe it once or twice but. what can you do, she’s a drama lover). she might have been late because beauty routines but she was also there each step of the way for the union work, besties get it done. maeve sweet talks them and then jonah goes on a righteous rant it’s a win/win.
i think it’s entirely possible she and jonah dated because of how well they get along, but i don’t see it lasting a crazy long time. maybe two, three months at the most (perhaps it’s mostly bc i’m an amy/jonah hoe and they belong together forever but whatever, don’t perceive me). a scenario where they’d both decide it’s better they stay friends and they get away with it without much weirdness, aka maeve’s fine and jonah or the coworkers makes it awkward sometimes before it settles. i do in fact think he’d be the first love interest of maeve’s that i can see her using “baby” as the primary petname because like,,,it’s jonah. you get it. if they dated, she has a photo taken of them from one of their dates taped up in her breakroom locker and it stays up there until she leaves the job bc she adores it so much.
insert bit where maeve makes a threesome joke with her + jonah and amy, and there’s a pause Just long enough with everyone looking between each other that it appears genuine consideration is there but the camera cuts before anything else is said. the world may never know what happened after that
everyone keeps trying to make drama between her and amy because they’re both close to jonah, but i fully believe maeve would adore and respect her far too much to reach any level of rivalry. she’d be in awe of how strong of a woman amy is between raising her children and working her ass off so successfully, and i imagine a lot of their bonding would be maeve persuading her into taking time for herself or them having girls’ nights (whether by themselves or with some of the others).
put the tabby obligated “they have two hands” joke here about maeve/amy/jonah. i haven’t put any thought into if it’d work out or if the other two could be into that sort of relationship but i’m legally and morally obligated to bring it up on the principle that it’s My Thing.
#ch: maeve sommers#i don't know what else to tag this as so i simply won't#days later tabby here: i have vague memories of writing these things super late at night so that's prolly why it was forgotten#between that and dnd the day after lol#a whole load of rambles and y'know what that's tabby all over so i'm leaving it like this#we're not here for neatly organized or fancily worded thoughts#thank you for the ask!!! it was so fun n cute
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Crazy But I Love You (Sonic x Jinx)
Not gonna lie: these two make a pretty cute pair ^^
Summary: Sonic thinks that Jinx is insane. All she seems to enjoy is blowing things up and playing with his shurikens. But when the two go out on a date in Zaun, Sonic is reminded that sometimes, having Jinx around for company isn't so bad after all. Meant to be a bit funny 'cause of the angst but is mainly a romance.
Grey eyes glanced at their surroundings every now and again. Dark walls, leaked out liquids, even a few scurrying rodents and shady couples. Why did Sonic even agree to this? Oh wait, he knew why. Because she asked him to meet her in Zaun's undercity and made herself sound sooo sweet and gave him such a cute puppy-eyed look that he had to say "yes". He merely rolled his eyes, fixed his black cat-ear hoodie and continued to walk down the alleyway, only to see a lone female in front of him, leaning her back against the wall.
"Hey. Is that you, Jinx?" he called.
"It's meee~" she sang back, her long blue braids swinging behind her as she turned around to face him. "You sure took your time, didn't you?"
The ninja simply rolled his eyes and frowned. "Well, I'm not as familiar with this crap hole as you are. And I thought we were meeting at The Last Drop."
"Nasty Sonic!" Jinx snickered. "Don't be so rude."
But it didn't wipe that cheeky smile off her face as she approached him, revealing her Gothic-style make-up and cloud tattoos on her arm. "Besides," she added. "I thought it would be better if we went to The Last Drop together, rather than just meeting there. More obvious that way."
Sonic raised a black brow at what she just said. "Eh? Obvious about what?"
"Uh, that this is a date, you big dummy." she replied with a laugh.
"Oh right." he grumbled, looking off to the side. He completely forgot that he was meant to be on a date with this crazy, explosion-loving girl tonight. Or much rather, he didn't want to think of it that way. He seemed reluctant to go out with Jinx from the get-go, mainly because she behaved like the annoying little sister he never wanted. She was so annoying it was almost embarrassing. Before this even happened, she used to pester him all the time to the point where he wanted to knock her on the head. The only way he could get her to leave him alone was if he let her play with and decorate his shuriken. But at the same time, giving her what she wanted had advantages too. Like this "date", since she was treating him to a much-needed drink, and it would help him familiarize himself with Zaun's nightlife.
"Come on, you." Jinx said, pulling him by the arm. "Let's go on this fun date already!"
"Alright, I'm coming! Have some patience, would you?" Sonic sighed, tagging along.
Thankfully, The Last Drop wasn't too crowded. Just a few people here and there, with only one full table and two people playing snooker. Sonic ordered two drinks for him and Jinx, but made sure he didn't take too much strength for his drink.
"What? Are you too scared to get drunk?" Jinx teased the moment the bartender's back was turned.
"No, I'm not getting drunk just so you can have fun!" the ninja snapped back.
"Aww, you're so boring!" she complained.
"You should be grateful I'm even going on this date with you at all." Sonic grumbled with a frown.
"True. Guess we'll have to make it worthwhile then. Right, lil' ninji?"
He furrowed his black brows when she called him "lil' ninji", watching as she took her drink from the bartender and took a good swig, before he did the same, only he took a small sip. When he set his drink down, he rested his chin on his palm, pondering on something Jinx had said before they headed off to The Last Drop.
"Besides, I thought it would be better if we went to The Last Drop together, rather than just meeting there. More obvious that way."
"Eh? Obvious about what?"
"Uh, that this is a date, you big dummy."
"Hey, uh, Jinx."
"Yeah? What's up?" she asked, tilting her head.
The shinobi kept his eyes on his drink, his fingers playing about the rim of the glass.
"Why d'you want to make it obvious to people that we're dating, anyway? People might think we're becoming weak."
"No, they won't." Jinx smiled. "How many times have you been down here so far? Maybe twice now? You're probably still an alien to everyone, but they won't do anything to you if you're with me, see?"
"Hmm. Guess you make a good point." he murmured thoughtfully, recalling the last time she brought him down to Zaun's undercity.
"On top of that," she continued. "Even if they think you're weak, they totally underestimate you. We gotta make some sort of impression, right, ninja boy?"
She pulled him towards her and hugged his arm. "Come on, it'll be fun."
The shinobi quickly looked off to the side after a quick glance at her, slightly embarrassed about the blue haired Zaun girl hanging off his arm.
"Fine, I'll play your silly game." he sighed with an eyeroll, slipping his arm out of her grip and swathing it around her shoulders. "But don't get any funny ideas. We're in public, remember? Anyone could be watching us."
Of course, if one of Silco's henchmen happened to walk into the pub, Sonic would be out within a heartbeat before Jinx could say his full name.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." the cheeky explosives creator replied, smirking up at him. "You're cute when you're like this, though..." she added dreamily.
"Cute? Is that what you think of me, the deadliest of ninjas? That I'm something... cute?"
His grip on Jinx's shoulder had tightened at her statement, surprising her as he lifted her chin with his free hand and gazed into her face, giving a teasing smirk.
"You know, you don't look so dangerous when you're not blowing things up, like when you do when you're up in Piltover." he remarked. "You find this cute, little Jinxy?"
Within a heartbeat, he caught Jinx's mouth in a kiss. He smirked through this kiss as the blue waves in her face coiled around his fingers. Breaking away, he smiled when he noticed that Jinx was frowning with a blush dusted over her features.
"What's the matter, Jinx?" he asked innocently with a cocky smirk. "Thought you wanted to...make it obvious that we were dating."
'Are you trying to make me regret my own words?!' she wanted to scream in his face, but what he said next made her forget all about it.
"Okay, maybe that act was a little bit cute..." He scratched the back of his head, glancing off to the side.
Observing this gesture, Jinx merely giggled. "Well, now. When did you learn to be such a bold guy, huh, ninja cutie?"
"Well, you just said it, didn't you?" he replied, drawing closer to her face again. "I'm a ninja," he continued in that deep, vibrating voice, "and I always take what I want. Isn't that right, little Jinxy?"
She rolled her eyes off to the side, with the same blush she had when he kissed her. "Do you have to be so cocky? If we weren't dating right now, I'd blow your head off."
The ninja drew back slightly at this statement, raising an eyebrow. "That's an awfully kinky threat coming from someone like you."
"Wanna try me?"
Shaking his head, Sonic leaned back against the bar and patted on his lap as a signal.
"Come on, then. Sit, since you wanna make everyone knows it."
She smiled and jumped off her seat to sit on Sonic's lap. Once she did so, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on top of his head, his black hair brushing against her cheek.
"Thanks, ninji. You're too kind," she murmured.
Sonic didn't respond. He just gave Jinx her drink and let her rest on his head with her drink in her hand as he took a few more sips from his own. It was for reasons like this that he even bothered to have her for company. Looking back on all the events that happened between them up until this date, he merely smiled.
"You know, Jinx," he said to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You're crazy. Completely out of your mind. You blow shit up in Piltover, you pester me with almost every shot you get, and now you ask me out on a date. That's just madness. You know that, right?"
"Where's the point?" she questioned.
"Right here," he replied. "You do a lot of insane things, but at the same time, I like having you around. I've always enjoyed your company. In other words," – he twisted one of her long braids around his finger – "You're crazy, but I love you."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he replied after a moment's pause. "I'll admit it, I'm a little crazy myself. I mean, I'm the guy who beats the shit out of other prisoners and carries exploding shuriken everywhere I go."
At this, Jinx merely chuckled and smiled. "And that... is one of the reasons why I love you too, Speed-o'-Sound Sonic."
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celebrating mother’s day with you
tsukishima kei ; sugawara kōshi ; oikawa torū ; kita shinsuke
headcanon ; fluff ; age up ; snippets of cuteness ; parenthood ; special edition — mother’s day
note: i’m not sure if i portrayed each characterization well but i just thought it’ll be fun to write one. after all, i was blessed to be born with loving parents and i just wanted to share the love i’m grateful for.
tagging: @forgetou @amjustagirl @yacoka @haikyuutothetop @luvnami ;; thank you for dropping these characters as i couldn’t decide who to write for. (of course it was more exciting without context)
ps. it’s longer than expected i’m sorry :’)
tsukishima kei
tsukishima isn’t one who would remember special occasions unless someone had schedule a plan in advance with him. when he wondered if he should do anything for you after hearing his colleagues whispering during break, his work got busier than usual so he had forgotten about it.
that was, until he realized he had ten missed calls from his son; which was odd because he weren’t one to call him so often.
“i was in a meeting, what hap—” before tsukishima could finish his sentence, his son interrupted him, “i bought mom’s favorite cake since you’re slow. hurry home or there’s none left for you,” the line was cut right after; which of course left poor tsukishima’s partner to deal with the aftermath. “tsukishima-san, about the report—”
“it must be so urgent that it needs my immediate attention even when i’m packing up right?” his words dripped of pure sarcasm despite the polite smile hanging from his lips. everyone could literally see the panic swirling in his partner’s pupil.
“i’m sorry!! good work today and see you tomorrow!!” it’s the weekend tomorrow, but tsukishima was too hung up on his son’s attitude to shoot another of his sarcastic reply.
you, on the other hand, were neither someone who would celebrate such occasion unless it was for birthdays or holidays. therefore, you didn’t really had anything in mind nor were you expecting anything as well.
when you finally reached home from a tiring day at work, you were definitely not expecting to see your favorite cake on the table while your son popped a party popper with a party horn in his mouth right beside you.
“happy mother’s day!” he tried to mumble out with the horn still in his mouth. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected surprise, dropping your bag on the counter just so you could hug him—one that he wholeheartedly hugged you back because tsukishima wasn’t around.
it took an hour for tsukishima to be home, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand when he walked over to where you and the cheeky lad was sitting. “oh! you didn’t have to though,” you smiled in surprise.
“dad’s just guilty he forgot about our promise and didn’t want to come home empty handed.” you chuckled at that, perhaps it wasn’t entirely wrong either but you still appreciate the sentiment. it was rare for him after all.
“those who break promises don’t get desserts.” he continued to press his dad’s buttons, only to see tsukishima loosened his tie with an expression he could not understand.
“oh, but that’s on your mom to decide if i’ll get one tonight or not.” you could feel your face heating up at your husband’s words, the tone and smile that dawned on his face was a look you knew oh so well.
“tch...i thought i hid it well.” of course, your clueless son didn’t know the true meaning of those words and thought the strawberry shortcake he bought for his dad was found out.
sugawara kōshi
sugawara would definitely plan in advance with the children. especially when they were the ones who excitedly wanted to do something for you.
“mama like animals! lets go to the zoo!” the middle child exclaimed with so much enthusiasm, sugawara could only chuckle at her adorable smile.
“you only said that because you wanted to go to the zoo, dummy.” the eldest one huffed, feeling proud that he saw through her obvious tactic.
it didn’t take long for the two to start crawling over each other in a fight while the youngest one giggled amusingly as if she was watching a performance. that was, until an insult was thrown at her so she joined in the fight to prove her worth.
“if you don’t stop now, we’ll be celebrating at home like how we did the past two years.” that immediately ceased all action, since they haven’t had the chance to go out together as a whole family thanks to your busy schedule.
“how about the park? the cherry blossoms have bloomed and mama likes going to the park!” of course, sugawara was fond of this idea. it’s been a while since there was a family picnic session.
and so on that very day in which you finally managed to take a day off, you weren’t expecting to be blind folded while having your children guide you to wherever you were supposed to be.
knowing how clumsy the trio could be, he wanted to accompany them as well but was outright rejected when they said they could do it themselves with so much confidence, he wasn’t sure who they got it from.
with their tiny hands, it took a while for them to tie the piece of cloth around your eyes, and even when they did, it wasn’t tied well enough so you could actually still see your footing (which saved you immensely from all the accidental knocks along the way)
after what felt like forever, you finally reached the park where they shouted ‘happy mother’s day’ in unison. you kind of already knew it’ll be a picnic from the soft grass beneath your feet and those fallen pink petals, but you were still moved to tears when you saw your children squeezed together into your husband’s arms while cute decoration and plates of food were spread between you and them.
“mama, try the cookie first! i made them myself!” the middle one was the first to break the silence.
“no! try my sandwich first, i’m the eldest!”
“so what if you’re the eldest? mama must be thirsty from walking so have my ultimate happy berry juice!” the youngest chirped with pride, as if her logic was a straight pass to winning.
you laughed at their competitive nature, which was oh so endearing at the same time. and it was obvious if you don’t decide soon, an all out food war was going to happen.
“before that, shouldn’t mama receive papa’s present first?” sugawara’s cheerful voice interrupted their little argument, and just before the youngest could ask what it was, her eyes was covered by the eldest son along with the middle one.
you couldn’t help but hit his arm in embarrassment when his lips met yours longer than it should’ve been.
“hey! that’s not fair, i didn’t get to see papa’s present,” your middle one sulked, only to be carried into sugawara’s arms as he peck her little cheek with a wink. “why don’t you ask mama what it was, baby?”
oikawa torū
it was supposed to be a big surprise where he came home earlier than the date he had told you. he even told the kids about it and they promised to make it a success (money was definitely involved to be honest)
“make sure you delay mummy at the grocery store long enough for me to set everything up in time.” he reminded his daughter time and time again, only to have her sigh at his impatience.
“i think i’m old enough to not forget something so simple dad. and please stop addressing mom like that, it’s creepy.” she cringed, wondering how you even deal with oikawa every day.
“dad, have you even baked a cake before? do you think you can get it done within an hour or maybe two?” his son asked the third time that day, which did irk oikawa with that tone of his.
“of course i can! are you looking down on me? it’s just a simple vanilla cake and some fruits on top. how hard can it be?”
of course, with every rhetorical question that pose a challenge, there would always be an answer exactly of what’s to be expected.
you, with no idea that your husband was making a mess of your kitchen, took your own sweet time at the grocery store since your daughter was there to help and it’s been a while since you had a mother and daughter bonding time.
“do you think your dad would like to have curry tomorrow? or should we just have hamburger steak?” you asked, still unsure of the menu for a celebratory dinner.
“i think he would like anything you cook, so don’t worry about it. dad’s always so happy to eat your homemade meals.” she answered with shrug, but you could tell she was happy to rely the same sentiment.
everything went smoothly and she did managed to stall your time with her longer than the agreed duration. that was, until she received a text from her brother saying dad’s cake was a failure and they should just get one outside; you two were already at the apartment lift when she read it.
“dad, i think you should just give up. they are already walking over from the—” oikawa having enough of his son’s constant nagging about how he should’ve just bought a cake instead, threw a whiff of flour to his son’s face without thinking.
and of course, which kid would not retaliate from that. the kitchen, which originally wasn’t as messy, turned into chaos of white fluff and sticky childish banter between the two.
you, not expecting to see your husband, was clearly surprise when you heard his voice by the door. the only excitement that came from that vanished the moment your eyes fell onto the state of your kitchen.
“happy mother’s day?” oikawa managed to choke out when he felt your growing presence with each step towards him.
“i’m sorry mom, it was my fault please don’t kill dad—” your son pleaded softly by the side, only to fell speechless when you threw yourself into oikawa’s arms instead.
“welcome home,” you greeted with so much warmth, oikawa couldn’t help but embraced you tightly as he replied, “i’m home.”
“mom? you’re not mad?” your daughter asked in disbelief when she brought the groceries – including the ones you dropped – over to the kitchen.
“mad? why would i be when you dad’s sleeping in the kitchen tonight.” you were so serious and certain, the two broke into fits of laughter as they ran from their father (which was fertile because they got caught immediately and was tickled to tears)
“why are you laughing when you two are having a sleepover with daddy tonight.”
“please dad, just stop.”
kita shinsuke
there was no surprises because kita’s way of celebrating was just regular activities but doing it together. which was honestly, what you love to do most since you don’t always get the chance of spending weekdays with your family often.
from preparing meals to visiting town, usually it would be done by kita himself. however, this time because of the special occasion, you took time off to accompany your husband while bringing your little ones along with you.
“mama here’s the carrot,” your little girl placed the orange vegetable on the chopping board before humming a tune while the other twin helped kita with picking the ends of the beansprouts.
“papa are we going to town later?” she beamed excitedly, hands still working on the tiny vegetable while her legs swung to the rhythm of her twin sister’s melody.
“yes, we are. do you have a place you want to visit?” he was done with his side so he continued onto the pile his daughter was removing.
“yes! we want to go to onigiri miya!” they both said at the same time, giggling right after when their father looked surprise.
“all right, let’s go after our lunch.” and everything went along smoothly with the little twins setting the table together while you and kita took turns to cook up the dishes. lunch was pleasant despite minimal words being exchanged since the twins were taught to not talk with their mouth full (and their mouth are always stuffed full)
while you and kita held hands with the twins walking hand in hand by themselves in front, the feeling of nostalgia seemed to tickle your bones at the memory of how you used to take long strolls with kita during your younger days.
“what’s wrong?” kita tugged your hand gently which snapped you back to reality when you realized you all have reached the store.
“nothing...i’m just grateful to be your wife and mother of two beautiful angels.” your smile had him press a fluttering kiss to your temple as he softly replied, “me too.”
“i see yer two are still as lovey-dovey as ever captain.” atsumu popped his head out from the entrance, both twins sitting comfortably on his arms as he carried them as if they were feathers.
“i’m not your captain anymore atsumu, but i see they both seemed to like you.” kita smiled at his two lovely dolls, one that atsumu have never seen much of because of his busy schedule.
“of course, who do you think i am? the better—” but before atsumu could even finish his flex, the two snapped their head over at the appearance of osamu in his apron. their hands immediately reaching out for the man to hug.
“uncle osamu!!” they squealed happily, trying their best to squirm out of atsumu’s grip.
“i guess not huh ‘tsumu,” osamu smirked at the annoyed twin, patting his hands dry before prying the little twins from his brother’s vice grip. of course, they both would fight over the kid’s affection. who wouldn’t right?
you watched the pair of twins in amusement with your head against kita’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your delicate frame. this too will be yet another moment kita would not forget, for he felt blissful to be their father and your husband.
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ON MY MIND — J. Baker
Synopsis: in which you’re Damon’s cousin and run into some old friends at Bringston University!
A/N: @theshyprincess I had this idea for a little bit but I also noticed the tag so here ya go! Inspired by one of my fav queen’s Snoh Aalegra’s, “On my mind” if you want to listen while you read, listen before you read, or after, or whatever floats your boat! Basically where I borrowed the title from and how to write this.
Warnings: language ofc and mentions of suicide
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You were born in Chicago, moved to Ohio when you were three, and then moved to California when you were ten; up until you were fourteen-fifteen and currently resided in the A. Your father was a veteran who unfortunately committed suicide in Ohio…so moving around became the norm for your family.
Everything was always temporary for you, your home life, your relationships/friendships, that’s just the way things were…so you knew it was in your best interest to never get attached. However you allowed yourself to get stupid, foolish even, and befriend some twins named Jordan and Olivia Baker. Once your mother received more money after her second husband mysteriously died, you became loaded when you didn’t come from shit to begin with. It was one of the reasons why it always made you laugh to hear your grandmother tell your mother off, she became uppity. Forgot where she came from and moved you to Beverly Hills.
The one place you didn’t want to be.
That was until you met two curly headed twins who lived across the street from you. They had a strawberry lemonade stand, the wide-eyed girl shouting out for people to get their lemonade while the boy with lanky legs and big teeth road around in circles on his scooter.
He was clearly getting on her nerves.
��Mom said you have to help me, dummy!” The girl hissed at the boy who just laughed.
“I am helping!”
“Yeah! by your head blocking the sun and your teeth blinding in with it.” She muttered.
You hadn’t realized you made your way across the street. You liked to wander and being a only child you had to find some way to find some entertainment whenever your mother wasn’t home. Out shopping was one of her favorite things to do and with you throwing a tantrum, since you did not enjoy spending hours in a store where they watched you from the moment you set foot in, or her hanging out with some new friends she met for brunch or her going on some new dates. Those were not your interests, those were her’s and that’s where you differed.
You found curiosity in other forms of the world and knew from a young age that money was the root to all evil.
“Oh shut up, fathead!”
“Booger eater!”
“That’s why your farts smell like dad’s burnt baked beans and you don’t like to take baths.”
“You’re scaring my customers away, shut up for once!” The wide eyed girl caught sight of you now but boy was determined to win this battle.
He huffed, “you must need glasses too because I don’t see anyone here.”
“Oh yeah, then who’s that?!” She pointed.
The boy glanced over his shoulder, a little surprised, “looks like it’s your only customer.”
“Our, never mind I’m the only one who does anything around here! And I’m telling mom that you suck.” She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at the tall boy who roughly wiped at his chin.
“Ew, Livvy. You spit on me!”
She quickly turned back to you waving her hands at the paper cups filled with pink and yellow ombré liquid, “Hi, customer! Want to try some special baker lemonade?”
“What makes it special?” You inquired, moving closer to the stand.
The boy snorted, “you really don’t want to know.”
“Jordan! Oh my gosh, shut up!” She screamed, making sure her voice echoed down the street, “ignore my idiot twin, but the special is a family secret. You can test it out for only $1.25!”
You searched your pockets, “I have a nickel.”
“Sold!”
“Are you kidding me?!” Jordan screeched his scooter to frown at the sudden discount.
You placed the nickel into “Livvy’s” hand who grinned, mouth full of braces as she tossed it into a open box to her left. “Pick a cup, any cup.”
And that you did.
“This…doesn’t taste like lemonade.” You answered after swallowing a couple of times, “it’s sweet.”
“Ah, you didn’t make a icky face so that means you got my serving and not Jordan’s.” Livvy stated as she leaned close to shield her mouth from Jordan who was still annoyed at the fact that they only made a nickel, “He mixed the salt and sugar together for his batch…so some of these cups taste a little different than others.”
You were thankful that you picked the good cup.
“It was a accident!”
“Was it? I think that’s why we haven’t gotten any customers since the last four because they had your stupid juice instead of my spectacular one.” Livvy rolled her eyes which made you smile, “anyways, take another if you like for free! My treat. Plus you look like you need a burst of happiness in your life.”
“The only thing you can give…”
“Y/N.”
“Y/N? Y/N here is upset stomach and diarrhea.” Jordan threw his head back in laughter as Livvy rolled up her sleeves and scrapped her metal chair back. She was ready to tussle as you grabbed another cup and took a seat in the grass, knowing this was the norm for them.
It didn’t seem to bother you as you enjoyed their strawberry lemonade. You weren’t sure how long the two twins went at it but once they settled down they ended up sitting in the grass beside you underneath the sun. They seemed a little surprised that you didn’t leave but fully introduced themselves to you with their hands out for you to shake, which you took.
They felt like the friends that you’d keep for a long time. And part of you hoped they would be. So when you first saw them at the fair at Bringston University, you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was odd to find them here, it’s just not something you ever thought about since The Baker twins became temporary to you the moment you boarded another plane across the world.
It began to feel that way once you started to drift from Jordan first. Olivia on the other hand was someone you still talked to often, over FaceTime and lots of texts. You knew what was going on in her life most of the time and what she was willing to share with you, since Olivia was all about getting the tea from your life now that you managed to get away from Beverly. However once Olivia started dating Asher, your talks became twice maybe three times a month more than multiple times a week.
It was bound to happen. You often told yourself this but this did sting a little bit since The Baker twins mattered to you. You were bound to grow apart. Plus this was the norm for you, you had to engage in new people just to pass the time. Now that you were a senior and heading to college, you were able to have some hold on your life now. You were eighteen, had a job, a car that you wanted and did pay for, and made a friend out here, and were more than ready to get out of your home and move onto campus away from your mom.
It was all a plan set into motion. You would not be living your life on the account of anyone else anymore. Your life was now in your hands. You were here with your cousin Damon and since you were still a wanderer, the two of you lost track of yourself. You were browsing the stands to get information and keeping a close eye out for the food stands for later. When you glanced over your shoulder you spotted Jordan strolling by with Spencer and some other girl who had her arms linked with both of their’s.
You had to do a double take to make sure that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. He was focused on what she was saying but the moment he stopped walking to glance back over his shoulder, you already whipped back around thanking the person at the stand for the brochures and moved through the sea of people with ease. As you circled around to calm the racing in your chest, you had a view of Olivia and the unknown girl doing the wobble with a group of students. Not too far from them you noticed your popcorn headed cousin engaged in a conversation with a much shorter girl, who you recognized as Simone?
Jordan’s girlfriend? Who he liked to call his wifey a lot on Instagram, which was a little cringe to you but whenever Jordan was being too much you found yourself leaving his page. The only reason you browsed his feed was you allowed your mind to miss him when you shouldn’t. He didn’t give a shit about you anymore so why did you still? Plus he seemed to be in a new light now that he was with this girl and unblocked you from Instagram. You were sure he had Simone to thank for that, maybe?
“Hey,” you were zoned out not realizing Damon and his friend were now standing in front of you, “Cuz, you okay?”
“What? Oh yeah, I’m fine. You?”
“He looked like he was just getting his ass handed to him from little mama over there.” His friend laughed while Damon kissed his teeth.
“Yeah, whatever. She was something tho, anyways! let’s roll before I get recognized.” Damon tightened his hood over the frame of his face while you snorted and held your hands out.
“Sorry, after you, Diddy.”
“Oh haha, you real funny.”
You winked nudging the light skinned boy who tossed his arm over your shoulder as the three of you began to leave the campus. However you did not go as unnoticed as you thought with Jordan and Spencer burning holes not only into Damon’s frame but yours as well.
Since you got called in to do a four hour shift, you were unable to attend the fashion show event that was going on at the university, which was fine by you. You were more than ready to go back home, take your knee brace off, ice your leg and relax but that wasn’t happening when you pulled up to your house to not only find Coach Turner there but your best friend, Terrence holding a styrofoam box out to you as you limped up the steps to the wrap around porch.
“Y/N!” Terrence shouted as he cupped his mouth.
You dragged yourself to face the only guy here that kept you sane, “Terrence, what do you want?”
“Is that anyway to treat the dude that brought you wingstop after your shift?” Terrence held his chest in mock offense.
You took the box from him and peeled inside to see your favorite, “the only time you bring me anything is when you want me to do something or you know I’m having a shitty day.”
“Well are you?” Terrence blinked.
You thought about it.
“No.”
Terrence opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off, “but I have a feeling that I’m about to.”
“See that negativity has got to go! Which is why I’m bringing you to a function tonight, it’s already started but I know you need a little time to get yourself together. Damon is already over there and he also said that you needed to be there.” Terrence said as if this would persuade you further.
It was your turn to show the expression on your face, “what does Damon have to do with me?”
“That’s your family, c’mon! Y/N. Don’t you want to spend time with him, he came all the way out here from Chitown—
“Damon and his mom didn’t come down here for me or my mom so let’s not go there. Plus he’s been here for a couple days already, we’ve spent enough time together. I’m not mad if he wants to enjoy a party. Or you either, you can go. You’re always at a party one way or another.” You fanned your hand at Terrence who held his head back annoyed.
“All I’m hearing is back talk from you when I brought you food.”
“Thanks by the way,” you smiled sarcastically, “I don’t like being bribed but I am going to eat this.”
“Can you think about it?”
And you did.
It only took a minute for you to realize that coach turner’s car was parked out from still. And to see him through the curtains was enough motivation for you to decide.
“Give me thirty.” You muttered which made Terrence grin.
You entered the house with Terrence following you. He took the food from you and went to the kitchen to reheat it for you, you passed by the sitting room and greeted your mom and coach turner with forced smiles and small talk before you were able to make your way to your room to get ready.
Damon was of course being annoying texting to make sure that you were coming, which you found unnecessary really before you hoped in the shower. It was a no brainer to grab the clothes you had yet to wear and keeping everything else simple since the fit spoke for itself. Back downstairs you met Terrence who blew out a whistle as you did a spin with a roll of your eyes taking the box from him.
“Mom, we’re going out! I’ll be back around midnight, have fun with coach turner!” You yelled grabbing your keys and leaving out the side door before the woman could say a thing, with Terrence laughing in tow.
The car ride was filled with Terrence playing Pop Smoke and you having your dinner. Once you pulled up to the house you reapplied what was needed and popped some gum into your mouth.
Terrence rubbed his hands together in excitement while you shook your head. It was always the same thing with Terrence, going to functions was what he did often. He always knew where the parties were at since one of his other best friends was a party promoter. He was also well known around school, a year older than you, and at first you couldn’t grasp why he was trying to talk to you. He wasn’t “popular popular” but he knew a lot of people and people knew him. Besides you, he had a solid group of friends that he considered his real and close friends. You’ve met them and hung out with them a couple of times but he knew you were different. That you didn’t mind solitude so whenever you were together it was usually always just the two of you. It wasn’t ever enforced but it became natural for your friendship and that’s how it normally stayed. Private but not too private.
“Terrence!” A girl squealed running up to the boy in a silk top.
You didn’t catch her name as you left the two, heading up the steps.
“Ayo, Y/N! 10/5?” He called out, which was your thing you said to each other when you were going your separate ways.
That was your way of checking in on each other within ten to five minutes if you didn’t find each other by then. You wiggled your phone glancing at the time and repeated it before leaving Terrence to get wrapped up in some girl who always commented on his pictures.
There were a lot of people here at this party and that it was way too hot. You scoped the area half of the people were on the dance floor and the other half were leaned in close talking with friends or their interests of the night. You glanced to your left spying what appeared to be Olivia Baker and Spencer James locked in a heated kiss.
“About time.” You smirked, folding your arms as you watched them for a moment longer before moving your eyes elsewhere—and almost immediately you found Jordan’s.
One thing Jordan Baker always knew how to do was find your eyes in a crowded room. Almost always this seemed to be the case back in Beverly. He had a red cup in his hand and kept his gaze on you as he leaned back to say something to the guy with inches beside him, who peeked over at you before leaving the scene himself.
You did not move as Jordan came over to you. His scent engulfed you as much as his eyes did, he had to lean towards you to make sure that you heard him well.
“I knew that was you, back on campus. I knew that walk anywhere.” Was what he started with.
Of course he did. Jordan said there were three things he could tell about you if he wasn’t sure, the number one was always your walk and partly that had to do with your injury that you endured months before you moved to Beverly. It left you with a permanent limp and was one of the reasons why your track career was over before it even begin.
You tightened your arms closer to your chest, “yeah, I noticed you earlier too.”
“Why didn’t you say anything then?” Jordan furrowed his brows.
“You were busy with everyone else and I was with Damon—
“Damon? How do you know Damon?” Jordan sipped at his drink.
You sighed, already hearing this multiple times already from others since he arrived into town, “He’s my cousin. My grandma and his grandfather are siblings.”
“Wow…kinda sorry about that.” Jordan sniffed, breaking eye contact for a split second.
It was your turn to frown now, “why’s that?”
“He’s been pushing up on Simone since we got here and it’s safe to say for that reason I don’t personally care for him.” Jordan replied.
You nodded, not finding that hard to believe. It wasn’t your issue so you didn’t feel the need to further comment on it.
“So…how’ve you been?” Jordan flicked your forearm to get your attention again.
You sent a two finger wave at Olivia and Spencer who now had their cheeks pressed together peering in your direction. Olivia held her mouth open which turned into a grin as she waved her fingers back at you and Spencer sent a smile your way. Olivia appeared as if she was going to make her way over to you but Spencer held her back and whispered something in your ear which she nodded glancing back at you and Jordan.
“Later.” She mouthed to you, which you found interesting.
Blinking up at Jordan you let out a breathy laugh, “Just living my normal teenage life. Things have slowed down completely compared to the fast life in California.”
Jordan hummed at that, “yeah?”
“Oh yeah, my stress level’s down a good 40-50%.” You told Jordan who chuckled.
Jordan added, “also it’s probably because I’m not adding to that stress right?”
You closed your eyes at that.
“Oh yeah because it’s always all about you.”
Jordan began talking with his hands, which is something he did when he wanted to prove his point. Sure he had a smug smile by his lips but you knew where this conversation was going. “I mean isn’t it? You were more than happy to leave California and get away from me.”
“Uh…I didn’t have a choice?”
“But you didn’t fight as hard as you did with the other places?” He sipped at his drink again.
You rested your hands on your hips turning your body fully to face him now, “what exactly was I supposed to fight for? You said you needed time but I didn’t have time, Jordan. I had days and we both know distance isn’t what you wanted.”
“We we’re friends, Y/N. That had to count for something right?” Jordan tried to keep his voice leveled but you can sense the distress behind it.
Your eyes turned into slits, “we stopped being friends the moment you stuck your tongue down my throat. You came to me after things went to shit with Ripley just to fuck it up with me too.”
“So I see I’m entirely to blame for this?” Jordan pointed at his chest with heated eyes.
You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t say that. But I can say that I’ve missed you and that I’m not afraid to say that. But I think you stopped caring the moment you moved on with your new girl—
“Simone,” Jordan informed, “Simone is her name and she’s my w—
You held up your hand, “it’s not my business who you decide to fuck with but I wish you could have told me before I left the state and to my face that you no longer cared instead of icing me out of your life and letting me know you moved on through social media.”
Jordan deeply inhaled, opening and closing his mouth to find what he wanted to say next.
“Look, y/n,” Jordan scratched at his brow, “I know the way things ended…should have went different. I wish it would have been different and I’m sorry that you had to find out yourself with me moving on with Simone instead of me telling you. There were so many times where I wanted to reach out to you but I let my pride get the best of me. When I found out Liv was still talking to you, that pissed me off so much so I felt like blocking you was best. But I realize that it wasn’t, that just made things ten times worse but that doesn’t mean you were never on my mind.”
It was two ways with Jordan. Either ignoring you was what you would get when things didn’t go his way or out of impulse he’d say some hurtful things. He did both to you and it wasn’t something you could forget. It was always harder to forget the things that people who mattered said to you.
“I’m with Simone now,” Jordan told you, “And if I’m being completely honest with you it didn’t take me long to get wrapped up in someone else. She became more than just someone I laid with.”
It wasn’t something you wanted to hear but here you were.
“Good for you but was it that easy for you?” You questioned making Jordan chew down on his bottom lip.
“Easy?”
“Yeah, you said it. I was barely in the air before you found yourself off in between some other bitches legs right?” You were calm but your words held power.
Jordan glared at you now, “I’d appreciate it, Y/N if you refrain from talking about my wife like that. Show some damn respect.”
You scoffed, “and I’d like if you keep the pet names to when you’re actually talking to her and not me.”
“It’s not a pet name, it’s legit. I’m married to Simone.” It came out on impulse which caused Jordan to widened his eyes as you stepped back from him.
He forgot that you’ve been out of the loop for a year or two now. You weren’t around when he began sleeping around to fill the pain of your absence. You weren’t around when Simone chased him down to tell him she was pregnant. You weren’t around while he began falling for her. Normally Jordan baker was proud to tell anyone that would listen that he was married to Simone hicks but he found himself holding back with you. When it slipped out and he saw the expression on your face, he wished he could have taken it back. And that was questionable in many ways.
“…wooow. Not only did you push me to the side without a thought you went and married her? Really?” You were not going to cry. For what? This was not over. It’s been a minute since your last encounter and you were going to say whatever needed to be said and you had a feeling Jordan would too.
Jordan hissed, “you know, I’d wish you stopped saying that. You don’t know what was going on in my mind when you just up and left, okay?”
“No, I think it was pretty clear,” you argued with a humorless laugh, “you gave me the excuse that you wanted time to think us over. I let you know the minute I touched down in ATL and you gave me one worded answers. I tried everything to figure out what you wanted this to be but you ended up ghosting me like it was nothing.”
“Don’t you think i thought it was better that way? I was in denial that we even had sex in the back of my car that night.”
“Because you regretted it?”
“No, of course not! With you it actually meant something and that scared the shit out of me! I didn’t know what to do. You were the first person that really made me feel something, all those other girls you keep mentioning mean nothing. When we did what we did it just made everything way more complicated for me.” Jordan explained which you were silent, taking all that information in as the music filled the pause between you two.
“don’t you think I deserved that conversation with you instead of you cutting me off?” You breathed making Jordan close his eyes, “And not all of them meant nothing because one of them is your wife now.”
Jordan winced noticing the crack in your voice at the mention of the word that partly described his significant other.
“We both deserve to be happy, Y/N. I can’t apologize for that. And I want you to find that too even if pains me to say not with me.” Jordan admitted, reaching out to place a hand against your cheek.
Exhaling you tried your hardest not to lean into the warmth of his hand. You didn’t want to be selfish, you didn’t know Simone or her relationship with Jordan but you had him first—you hated how immature that made you sound but it was a fact. So you found yourself placing a kiss against the inside of his wrist making Jordan inhale.
You wanted to kiss his lips but you were not all that impulsive. He let your lips linger there before he removed his arm from your proximity. However you did step into his presence and notice that he was holding his breath as he watched you, anticipating your actions as you brought your arms up and over his shoulders pulling him into his frame.
He finally breathed before locking his hands around your waist squeezing before sliding them up your back and rub the spot. You both melted into each other’s embrace for seconds and it almost felt like everything was okay between the two of you.
Until you said into his ear, “just know that I feel a way, ‘cause I know you still feel it.”
And with that you let go, not bothering to catch his eyes again as you noticed Damon and Simone watching you two. Once Simone caught your eye, you could tell she knew who you were just as you now knew her. She was the first to move before you did, leaving Damon to wave after her and stare at you in confusion. Simone approached you two just as you were also leaving, her arms protectively holding onto Jordan.
It was instinct for Jordan to place a kiss against Simone’s temple, which you could see her smile sweetly up at him from your peripheral before setting her eyes back on you.
“It was good to see you, Y/N.” Jordan called out to you as it seemed you still felt like you were waiting for something.
Standing up straight you faced the couple and sent a award-winning smile their way, “likewise. Congratulations on your marriage, I hope it lasts and that it’s everything you could ever want.”
Simone picked up on the shade, her head tilting to the side. “Oh it will and it is, and you are?”
“Y/N, Y/LN. but let’s not act like you didn’t already know that, you were just coming in with my cousin, Damon over there. You two have a nice conversation outside?” You quipped.
Simone jerked her head back. She knew what this was and was ready to let Jordan’s old childhood friend have it. That was until the music was cut off and the entire house went dark, followed by a shoot out.
The house was filled with screams and people began to shove. It wasn’t wise running in the dark but when you’re in a panic sometimes you’re not thinking straight.
“Y/N!” You heard your name being yelled over the other screams but felt your wrist being yanked on.
You pulled back.
“It’s me.” You heard Jordan’s voice from above as he pulled you up to your feet, noticing that you were in a squatting position.
The back of generator inside the house illuminated the house in the shade of green, making it a little easier to see as Simone led the way with Jordan still holding onto your hand as he was in the middle.
“Damon!” You yelled, eyes searching behind you in search of your cousin but could not see as you were pulled away from the other round of shots that rung out.
Jordan squeezed your hand in response as a source of comfort while also continuing to pull you along. Sure it was nice but there was one other thing left on your mind, fucking ATL parties always knew how to leave their mark.
END
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Chapter 13: An Understatement
Warnings: blaster fire and descriptions of battle, mentions of injuries, Mando gets pretty hurt and the reader is a wreck (as usual)
Author’s Note: Enjoy Chapter 13!
Mando’s POV
All Mando could think about was you.
Did you protect the child? There’s no way you leaked their info to the Empire and betrayed them, right? Were you dead?
Somehow, the third option scared him the most.
As if this could not get any worse, Moff Gideon opened his mouth yet again.
“I have just received word that you seem to have a very valuable asset on your side,” he said, and Mando knew exactly what he was getting at.
He was referring to you.
Mando’s mind raced a million miles a minute. The Empire were after you, and they had to know you had the child with them. You could hold your own, he knew that, but against an entire regime of soldiers?
Mando knew you would rather die than get the child caught, he would do the same thing, but he wanted you alive. That’s all he wanted.
“It’s ironic, really,” Moff continued. “You put your trust in the Empire to get away from the Empire.”
Moff Gideon could insult Mando all he wanted. He could insult his religion, his creed, his past, but something about him referring to you as “the Empire” when you had worked so hard to get away from it rubbed him in all the wrong ways.
You had helped Mando start to put his violent ways aside, but you weren’t here now, and Mando wanted to kill the Moff where he stood.
“It’s time you face the fact that she will return to where she belongs. My side. I hope her betrayal does not hurt your feelings too bad,” Moff said, and Cara scoffed.
Mando’s last button had been pushed.
“She didn’t betray us, Cara,” he said sternly, and Cara rolled her eyes.
“Oh, so you’re on her side? The Empire’s side?,” she responded, and Mando tried to keep his cool.
It wasn’t really working.
“We are on the same side,” Mando snapped back. “It’s time you realized that.”
You would not betray him. If you were any other person in the galaxy, Mando would start to give up now. But you showed him, in the very brief time you were together, that even people with the worst pasts can still have good hearts.
You made him feel like an idiot. Like a joke. He hadn’t genuinely cared for a person since his parents, but then the kid came along, and then you came along. It’s like the galaxy was showing him perfect prizes, but the game was impossible to win.
But the very worst part of it all, was that Mando was willing to try.
What had you done to him?
Your POV
To say this day did not go as planned was an understatement.
One second you are running for your life, the next you are being scooped up by a metal hand. It happened so fast you barely even had time to register you were lifted off the ground and placed onto a speeder bike.
Once you finally did register what had happened, you immediately thought it was the Empire’s doing, so you turned around and aimed your longspear at the driver.
“Please don’t,” the droid responded. “Me being dead would make this much worse for you.”
The nurse droid, you thought to yourself. From Kuiil’s house!
You were in such a haze of mourning and sadness those couple of days, you barely remembered meeting the droid. You even forgot it rode on the ship to this planet!
You relaxed a bit and lowered your longspear, smiling internally at the thought that a piece of Kuiil was still alive, but you didn’t put your guard down.
You hadn’t put your guard down in days, so it’s not like your overall body language changed that much.
You made sure the child was ok, and once your head finally cleared, you realized Mando was trying to reach you again.
“Kuiil, Y/N, somebody come in.”
The droid picked up the comm device before you could get it, and responded in a very monotoned voice.
“Kuiil has been terminated.”
That ought to make Mando feel better, won’t it, you thought to yourself.
You were going to take the comm device out of the droid’s hand, but you froze when you heard Mando’s tone of voice speaking through the comms again.
“What did you do?” he asked, and you swore you could hear the venom dripping from his mouth.
It always surprised you how scary Mando could really be when he tried.
“I am fulfilling my basic function,” the droid responded.
“Which is?” Mando asked.
“To nourish and protect.”
With that statement, the droid sped up the bike, and you held the child in your lap. He looked up at you with confused eyes, and you could tell he was asking why you weren’t going home.
“We are going to save him little guy,” you said with a stroke to his ear. “We will be home before you know it.”
You smiled lightly to yourself, and before you knew it, the speeder bike was roaring through the town and taking out every trooper in sight.
Blaster fire surrounded you and you tried to focus on what was ahead.
Mando was trapped…. But where?
Finally, you squinted your eyes and saw a regiment of soldiers ahead, and you knew Mando and the rest of the team were trapped inside the building.
“There!” you yelled, pointing to Mando’s cage, and the droid turned you and the child around for protection while he continued to fire.
It was slightly disorienting at first, because you honestly didn’t expect that to happen, but you felt better about the child’s safety.
This droid is no dummy, you thought to yourself. Kuiil did a good job.
Your heart pulled slightly at the thought of Kuiil, still laying out in the desert, but he would get his proper burial.
You just had to make sure Mando didn’t get one of those first.
The droid finally slowed down, and you took the opportunity to jump off the speeder bike and dive behind a pillar.
You got the child situated in your arms well enough so he could be protected, and started making your way out of your hiding spot.
You knew you couldn’t fight with the child in your arms, that’s just stupid, but you did reflect blaster shots from the troopers and took as many out as you could.
You had to start making your way to Mando somehow, but out of the corner of your eye, it seemed Mando was coming to you.
Mando charged out into the open with Karga on his tail, and he fired at will. He kicked and punched the troopers who were close enough to him, and you couldn’t help the smile that graced over your face at the sight of him.
You couldn’t see it, but Mando was smiling too.
You stuck close to the buildings surrounding you, slowly making your way around to where Karga was, but the chaos was insane. You could barely see where the shots were coming from, let alone where you were sending them.
You looked around to find some other way, but what you did see was way better.
Mando was running to a huge cannon, and you watched him rip it off the tripod and start firing it at the stormtroopers.
Your hopes were on the rise.
You saw a dark black death trooper place a detonator on the wall of Mando’s former cage, and you panicked when you realized Cara was still in there.
You started to make your way over there when the explosion hit, but you were far enough away so that you didn’t feel any wave from it.
You continued to make your way over to her.
Your senses were going so crazy, that you didn’t even feel Moff Gideon enter the scene.
What you did feel, however, was the pain Mando felt when the Moff fired a shot directly into his helmet.
It hurt like hell, and you heard Mando cry out in pain.
You turned back to where Mando was, and you saw him take aim at Moff with his canon.
This is it, you thought. Moff Gideon is dead.
You wish you hadn’t been trained in the force so well, because the very next thing you felt was the pride in Moff’s chest when he realized how to take Mando out.
Your eyes widened and panic struck you like lighting.
Moff is gonna kill him.
“Mando,” you screamed, but it was too late.
Moff Gideon had already fired at the generator next to Mando, and you had no choice but to dive for cover. You shielded the child with your body, and you were lucky enough to not feel the effects of the explosion.
But Mando felt it all.
When the dust cleared, you saw Cara dragging, his body back inside while Karga and IG-11 followed her in.
You didn’t care about anything in that moment. And if you would have known merely weeks ago that you would run across a battle field with no armour and a child in your arms, you would have smacked yourself silly.
But you did it anyways.
You made it to the door right before it closed, and you stopped in your tracks when you almost ran right into Cara’s gun.
It was pointed right at you.
“Get out,” she said, and you raised the hand not holding the child in surrender.
“Cara please,” you plead. You could see Mando laying on the floor behind her, and your heart was breaking.
He was badly injured. You could feel it.
“You can kick me out as soon as you’d like. I promise. Just let me see him,” you ask.
The tears were starting to cloud your vision and you tried not to let your voice crack. You didn’t want Cara to think you were trying to manipulate her.
But your Mandalorian was dying behind her.
“I promise,” you say, and she finally lowers your blaster.
“Thank you,” you respond, letting a breath out of your mouth as you do it, and you run to kneel beside Mando.
Of all the pain you’ve experienced in your life, you had learned a lot about it. You had learned that you personally deal better with pain when you have something to squeeze in your hand, like a pillow or the arm of a chair. You’ve learned that there are people in the world who enjoy making others feel pain, and no matter how many times you try, you just can’t understand why. You’ve learned that bacta shots work wonders for physical pain, but mental pain is almost impossible to numb.
But worse of all, you’ve learned that watching people you care for in pain is the worst pain in the world.
And this one hurt.
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+y/n is fragile
[Y/N has created a chatroom]
[Y/N has invited Bruce, Nat and Loki]
[Bruce has joined the chat]
[Nat has joined the chat]
Bruce
Hey
Nat
Didn't invite Tony?
Y/N
Nope
Bruce
Still mad at him?
Y/N
Yep
Nat
You know he's sorry
Y/N
Yeah, I know
Bruce
He feels so bad. He locked himself in the lab and he locked me out!
Y/N
I'm sorry that he's acting like a baby
Nat
For once in his life, his guilt is eating him alive!
Y/N
Welp.
Bruce
Welp?
Y/N
Yep
[Nat has invited Steve]
Y/N
Hey! How'd you get admin powers?
Nat
You never took me off
Y/N
Hm..I forgot to
[Steve has joined the chat]
Steve
Y/N's still ignoring Tony
Bruce
Yep
Nat
Yeah
Y/N
I have a good reason tho!
Bruce
Just because he was the one that broke your leg doesn't mean you get to be mad at him until it heals. Mistakes were made and you agreed to test try the suit
Y/N
Test try what suit?
Bruce
The suit?
Y/N
You can keep repeating yourself, but I still won't understand
Bruce
I thought it was a failed test try- you always test new suits for him. What happened this time?
Y/N
We were playing tag and he tripped me
Nat
💀💀💀💀
Y/N
I'm taking away your powers!
Steve
Where?
Y/N
We were outside
Nat
Tony's like 80 and you're like 5! What the hell?😭💀
Y/N
I'm gonna kick you out
Nat
Alright- I take my laughs back
Bruce
So..who broke the suit?
Y/N
A bird
Steve
A bird?
Y/N
That's my story and I'm sticking to it
Steve
So, Bruce?
Bruce
Yeah
Steve
Why would you think the suit broke Y/N's leg?
Bruce
She's always the test dummy
Y/N
Test smarty*
Bruce
Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy during your time of need
Y/N
Wow
Nat
😂😂 I'm leaving
[Nat has left the chat]
[Loki has joined the chat]
Steve
Great..
Loki
Hello to you too, Mr. America
Steve
What are you doing?
Loki
Taking away your powers with words
Steve
Sure
Loki
I know what really happened.
Y/N
I'm taking away your powers
Steve
Well tell us
Bruce
Come on, Laufeyson, tell us
Loki
Never refer to me as that
Bruce
But it's your name?
Loki
Anyways
Y/N
Loki, shut up or I'm not paying your phone bill
Bruce
Nat would love this
Loki
I know how your petty currency works
Y/N
Good
Loki
Great
Steve
We're getting off topic
Loki
Aware.
Loki
The imbecile and younger imbecile were in fact outside. However, they did have the suit with them. I'm not sure what the hell they were playing, but the old one tripped the younger one and it fell back onto the suit. Her body weight must've broken the armor.
Y/N
You're calling me fat?
Loki
I'm calling Stark's suits cheap.
Bruce
So..you guys were playing tag outside and he tripped you over the suit and you broke your leg?
Y/N
Yes! Okay?!
Y/N
I'm fragile
Loki
It was simply a mistake, dear
Y/N
Idc
Bruce
Alright, I have to get back into the lab today so please tell Tony to open the door?
Y/N
Fine..I'll accept his apology
Bruce
Thank you
Steve
This..this wad the dumbest chat we've ever had without Stark
Y/N
Awe! Thank you
Loki
Goodbye, mortals and Y/N
Y/N
Goodbye, friend!
[Loki has left the chat]
Bruce
Accept the apology, Y/N
Y/N
I will
Steve
Be safe kiddo
Y/N
You too, gramps
[Y/N has left the chat]
Steve
She says ir so often, yet it still hurts
Bruce
Sad
[Bruce has left the chat]
[Steve is now the admin of the chat]
[Steve has left the chat]
[The chatroom has closed]
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Out (Might Guy x Reader)
Request:
Word Count: 944
Tags/Warnings: None? @brokennerdalert @mochi537
Notes: I went on a date and received roses so I made it into Turkish delight
The books at the Yamanaka flower shop confirmed it; Guy contributed to almost a third of local floral sales. And Ino, much to her own dismay, was always there to take the brunt of his zealous attitude. Stationed at the cash register during her time off from work, she was typically the one to assist him as he spent his well-earned, mission money at the Yamanaka’s every month. And it happened like clockwork. He would bounding in as he babbled about someone’s promotion or engagement and something about the biggest, prettiest bouquet you’re willin’ to make. But recently his visits were becoming more frequent, daily and Ino was slowly being driven insane.
—“I’ll take this one, and oh! This one! Make that two!...” Ino sighed as Guy piled her product high up on the counter. She sat on her stool, resting with her head in her palm and her elbow next to the register. Ino held out her other hand expectantly, bored and half tuning out the older Jōnin. “...maybe better luck this time! Flowers are romantic, right? I never see them out, so maybe if I pick out a whole bunch I’ll have a better chance of...!”
Now this was news. Ino’s eyes shot up in acute interest. As Guy babbled, Ino almost forgot the ryō he owed as she focused on the new prospect that one of her senseis might be seeing someone that she might know. Of course, she knew most everyone in the village, but she struggled to picture the overly-energetic jumpsuit-wearer with anyone. After a whole day of boring, nothingness, she could invest a bit of time getting to the bottom of whatever was happening in Might Guy’s love life.
Ino snapped out of her trance by the time Guy’s stack of cash hit her fingers and he was off. As soon as Guy stepped out the door, Ino bolted to the back room. She would be damned if nothing exciting happened today. Inoichi stood tending to a few custom orders and nearly dropped a vase as Ino called,
“I have to run somewhere, I’ll be back before you know it!” Inoichi could hardly get a word in before his daughter was gone.
Ino found Might Guy within seconds of stepping onto the busy street. She rolled her eyes at his, as she considered it, gaudy choice in fashion and he stepped into a bakery down the road. Ino knew that place and she knew you. You opened your shop recently and the Yamanaka’s gifted you some floral decor as a welcoming gift. The next day you had made them a fresh batch of cookies, sweets so good that Ino made her parents hide them away so that she wouldn’t ruin her diet (despite protests from Inoichi that Ino didn’t need a diet).
She peered through the window. You were there behind the counter, like always, looking the slightest bit overwhelmed as Guy piled three large bouquets into your arms. But to Ino’s surprise, he didn’t stay. Rather, he spoke a few words to you before promptly turning on his heel and headed for the door. Ino ducked into the small ally next to your store and waited for Guy to leave before entering your bakery herself.
You waved to her as she wandered up to your counter, holding up a finger as you placed the flowers down and tended to something beeping in the back kitchen. The air smelled sweet, like vanilla. The two front windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, letting the afternoon sunlight in to spotlight your wide selection of pastries and desserts. By the time you reemerged, flour covered the whole front of your apron and a bit of some sort of batter clung onto your cheekbone. And in that moment, Ino knew; you were absolutely perfect for Might Guy. But her realization was drowned out by the rage that had built up in her over the past few months, the rage that brought her over here.
“You need to get him out of my shop,” Ino said with a frown, “Guy-Sensei has been in every day taking my ear off about flowers and I just figured out that all of them have been for you.” You blinked at her slowly.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know he’s into you right?” You shook your head rapidly from side to side, slightly alarmed at this confrontation. “And he’s in my shop worrying that you don’t like the flowers he picked out but he’s too much of a dummy to actually ask you on a date. Am I right?” Ino leaned over your display at this point.
“I’ve been baking the flowers into the floral desserts because they’re great quality…” You mumbled. “Way better than the rose water from the market…”
“Well Guy-sensei is a little slow sometimes! He doesn’t get that!” You didn’t know Ino too well, but the few times you spoke to her, you concluded that she was a sweetheart. Now, genuine fire burned in her eyes and suddenly you weren’t so sure. Ino pounded on your counter. “Either tell him to knock it off or go on a date with him already because he’s getting on my nerves!”
You listened to her with an almost timid nod. With a pair of tongs, you pulled out a fresh, pudding-filled pastry and wrapped it up for her. You held it out, almost as an offering to leave your business unharmed, and with a huff she took it.
A few years down the road, she would be placed on flower duty for your and Guy’s wedding, unbeknownst to Ino as she stormed through the door.
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Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader
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Chapter 16
You pulled away from Heisenberg. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too.” He said as he stood up, pulling you up with him. “What now?”
“Hm… I dunno.” You thought.
Heisenberg fiddled with his hat, but turned when a familiar whinny caught his ear.
“Oi, Pferd!” He laughed as Pferd trotted up to you both. “What are you doing here, boy?”
He nudged Karl’s hand with his nose.
“Yeah, yeah, I missed you too, ya big sap.”
“… Donna. We forgot about Donna! She was a mess when you died, no telling how much bigger of a mess she is now…” Your eyes widened in realization.
“Well, we got a horse, let’s ride over to her place.” Karl swung up onto Pferd’s back, and he pulled you up after him.
Pferd seemed to know the way through the creepy woods, which were littered with even more creepy doll paraphernalia than before.
“She really is upset…” Karl sounded a little worried as you rode through the mist.
“She puts the creepy stuff up when she’s upset?” You asked.
“They do it to themselves because the cadou senses she’s stressed. A lot of this is from when Claudia died.”
You wrapped your arms around his form.
Eventually, you reached the door to the house. You traced the plaque above the deposit slot.
Give up your memories.
You took off the necklace Heisenberg had given you all those weeks ago and tentatively put it into the slot.
The door unlocked.
“Donna?” You called into the house as you stepped inside. It was deathly quiet.
“Hate this place…” Karl shuddered.
You made your way through the halls until you ended up in a great room of sorts. A portrait of a scar-less Donna and Angie was hanging on the wall.
One of the dolls that was sitting in a corner looked up at you. “STOP IT!!! YOU AREN’T REAL!!! YOU’RE DEAD!!!” He screeched, punching himself in the face.
You picked up the doll. “Donna, stop. It’s me. We’re back; we’re real.”
Donna appeared just behind you, touching your shoulder.
“you’re… y… you’re… you’re back…”
“Yes, we’re back.”
Donna sobbed as she crushed you and Karl into a hug.
“WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!! WE THOUGHT WE WERE ALONE AGAIN!!! YOU DUMMIES!!! YOU BUFFOONS!!! YOU NINCOMPOOPS!!!” Angie screeched as she ran in circles around you three.
“Sorry, Donna. I didn’t exactly mean to die.” Karl mumbled, unable to breathe under the pressure.
Donna let you both go. “I thought I had lost everything again… I’m so glad you’re back.”
You smiled at Donna. “Don’t thank me. Karl was the one who pulled us both out.”
She looked confused. “He was conscious?”
“Yup. Those crazy experiments were good for something after all.” Heisenberg fidgeted with a chain around his neck.
“You know, I’ve been thinking… what are we going to do now?” You asked, steering the conversation away from the experiments.
Angie handed Donna some papers.
“I did some research,” Donna said, showing the screenshots that she had printed out, “And there’s a program in Italy where you can purchase an old castle for a small amount of money. It will be a fixer upper, but—“
“Yes.” Heis said immediately. “Italy is the land of pasta, right? I wanna go there.”
You giggled. “Yes, it is. We’ll get you all the pasta you want, Heis.”
One month later, you all arrived at the Bucharest Henri Coandă International Airport early one morning.
“This is some building, buttercup.” Karl marveled, looking at the scenery around him.
“… Karl, it’s an airport. It isn’t supposed to be pretty. Can I get a coffee?”
“According to the directory, there’s a Starbucks right by our gate.” Donna pointed at a map of the airport.
“I wanna double shot espresso!!!” Angie screeched from her baby carrier.
“Absolutely not. You are getting six melatonin pills.”
“Karl.” You sighed. “She’s like five pounds, max.”
“And?” He put a hand on his hip.
You rolled your eyes. “Come on, let’s get through TSA. How much metal do you have on you?”
“… my organs are made of metal.”
“Good grief. This’ll take a while.”
So much had changed in the past month. Getting Donna and Karl used to the real world had been… a challenge, to say the least. As you got into the TSA line, you recalled when you gave Karl his first cell phone.
“So, this phone calls people, sends messages, takes pictures, plays music, and gets on the internet??? All of this in this tiny little box???” Heisenberg asked as soon as you left the store.
“Well, it does a lot more than that…” You began to list off other things it can do.
“Your world really is as brilliant as they say… why didn’t I think of making something like this???”
Unfortunately, Karl was a tinkerer at heart, and he had managed to bust three phones in the span of a week. Good thing you bought insurance.
You also remembered when you took him shopping for the first time.
“Karl, people don’t wear greasy trench coats and leather straps everywhere they go. People will think you’re a… um…” you sighed. “A very strange man.”
“I am a very strange man, dollface.” He surveyed the shopping mall. “Let’s go to Hot Topic. That looks my style.”
“Karl— no—“
He had bought all the varieties of metal chain that the store carried that day.
He had also bought some metal band tees— something else he appreciated about the outside world. He was wearing one containing the logo of one of his new favorite bands—Halestorm— now.
Donna had adjusted easier than Karl; she already knew a little bit based on books she had read. She prefered more ‘girly’ clothing, like the green sundress she was wearing now. She still wore her hair to cover her scar, but she was no longer wearing her veil.
It was a whole ordeal getting through TSA, but you made it out just before your flight. You made it to the gate in time to board the plane. Donna was in the window seat, you were in the middle, and Karl was in the aisle.
“I can’t believe it…” Heisenberg mumbled, taking your hand.
“Can’t believe what, Karl?” You asked, absentmindedly flipping through the movies on the airplane TV.
“I’m free… I’m really out of there.” He squeezed your hand.
You stopped and looked at him.
“I actually thought I was going to be stuck in that hellhole for my entire crappy life,” he said with a laugh.
You gave him a soft kiss. “But you’re free.”
“You helped free me. I dunno how I’m going to make it up to you…”
You smirked. “Oh, I have a few ideas…”
The plane took off. You took one last look at Romania, remembering everything you had gone through. Though it was a part of you, as everyone’s trauma is a part of them, you wouldn’t let it define you. Nor would you let it define the people you had come to love. As you rose higher and higher into the sky, you left what had happened in Romania behind and looked forward to a bright future. You looked at Karl, and he was doing the same.
“To a new life.” you mumbled as you kissed his cheek.
“To a better life.” He responded, smiling as you crossed together into a new life.
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um hi! im your first i guess? im up for some angst and fluff rn mmm what about keigo with his girlfriend who got pregnant with his baby so she broke up with him to let him grow as his own person and as a hero then like years later, his ex girlfriend and his chile needed rescuing and met accidentally so like she doesn’t really have an excuse but to explain everything? fluff at the ending pleaze huhuhu ilyyyy :)
Back to His Nest
A/N: You are my first ask indeed! Thank you so much for sending a request, I really appreciate it <3 You didn’t specify what format you wanted so I made a one-shot if you don’t mind. Hope you like it :)
Pairing/s: hawks/takami keigo x reader
Word Count: 1, 762
Tags: angst with a happy ending, fluff, pregnancy, mentions of smut.
-ꦼ———▸ Part 2
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The test fell on the bathroom floor. You tried to breathe but you just couldn’t concentrate. Two lines… I can’t believe it.
How on earth were you going to tell Keigo? The number two hero, who’s been your boyfriend for the past two years, he surely doesn’t need someone tying him down. Knowing his situation with the Hero Public Commission, you were pretty sure they weren’t going to like it either, unless they take interest in the child’s quirk…
NO! You jolted upwards, sudden realization dawning over you as you pondered on what your options are. There was no way you were going to let them take advantage of the baby like what they did to Keigo. You clutched your stomach, as if your arms were enough to keep it out of harm’s way. Not my baby…
Hawks, as what the public knows him as, had been a hero for more than 5 years. Even then, he managed to stay on his top ranks. Dropping from his spot in the second place then coming back. Everybody adored him, so did you most of all. He was charming, funny, and was always willing to serve others first instead of himself, a true hero.
You found him at his worst, at a time where he was most vulnerable. His eyes looked so sad you didn’t want to leave him alone. Seeing him curled up on himself with his wings shielding him away from everything, it was a side you thought not everyone got to see. Since then, a string had tied you both. You spent two years loving him, even if your love was unannounced from the rest of the world.
You understood why it had to be that way, for your safety and his image. It bothered you when his fan girls would gush over him in public as if they had claims over him, but you knew Keigo was loyal and faithful, never once giving you a reason to doubt his love for you. But now, everything had to change.
For both of your sake.
You hear the jangling of keys near the front door. Shit, was it that late already?
“Baby bird?” You hear Hawks call out as he entered your shared apartment.
“I’ll be there in a sec!” You answered as you rushed to stuff the test kits in your pockets.
“He shouldn’t know,” You muttered to yourself as you removed all evidence of what you just found out. Wiping your tears away, which you didn’t even notice until you took a look in the mirror, you stepped out of the bathroom and plastered a smile on your face.
“Hey baby,” You gave him a peck on the lips, “You’re earlier than usual.”
“They got me off an hour early today since it’s my day off tomorrow.” He pulled you in close with a gentle smile. “They’re probably going to have me work my ass off for the next week but I’ll take what I can get.” He laughed.
The sound of his laughter made you grip his jacket tighter. He looked at you in concern,
“You okay, songbird? Got something on your mind?” I’m thinking about leaving you, but I really don’t want to. I love you so much it hurts.
A nervous laugh slipped through your lips before you even thought about it. “I’m fine, Kei. I just missed you that’s all.” Before you know it, he had you completely in his arms. Not breaking a sweat as he carries you to the bedroom.
“K-Kei! What’re you doing?” You clutched his shoulders in surprise.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Baby bird? I’m making up for lost time.” You laugh along with him, with the words one last time lingering in the back of your head.
When Hawks awoke the morning after, he took his time admiring your sleeping form. You were everything to him, his darling angel. He liked to think he had nothing before he met you. He tucked a strand of your hair away from your face, fingertips brushing against your cheek. You scrunched your eyebrows together, then mumbling a few words before drifting back to sleep. He chuckled as he kissed your forehead before gently nudging your shoulder.
“Muh?” You whispered groggily. You blinked at him a few times before fully gathering your senses.
“Morning songbird, I just thought that we’d spend the morning together.” He said with a smile, “Since it’s my day off, maybe we could spend the whole day outside? We could go wherever; it’s been a while since we’ve had a proper date.” He looked at you sheepishly.
“That sounds great Kei.” You smiled back, trying desperately to ignore the nagging thoughts of leaving him in the back of your head. “Let me freshen up and we can go for breakfast at your favourite diner.”
He gave you one last kiss before he got up. You sat up with growing knots in the pits of your stomach, unnerving sensations clawing its way up to your chest. It’s supposed to be a happy day. Why can’t I just let him have this for once?
“Songbird, shower’s getting cold.” You hear him tease from the bathroom. You stand up, making your way towards him, the words one last time lingering in your head once more.
..
You spent the whole day together, going from place to place without any plans whatsoever. Most of the time it was as simple as taking a walk in the park, taking pictures of each other in secret, and laying down in a blanket just looking at the sky. You had to stop Hawks from puffing out his wings every now and then whenever he saw birds nearby because it surprised most of civilians walking in the street. It was a nice outing the both of you rarely got to experience together.
You were walking on the way home when he suddenly stopped to look at a small antique store. “That place looks interesting, wanna go check it out?” You wanted to indulge in him, and who were you to say no? Not when he was looking at you like an endearing child.
You giggled as he pulled you into the shop with a newfound excitement. You both trifled through the shelves with a childlike curiosity, gazing at assortments of abandoned trinkets as if they were lost treasures. They were, in a way, small tokens left behind as people moved on to their lives. You picked up a snow globe and shook it. You were watching the faux snow fall to the bottom when you heard him call your name.
“Come here for a sec.” You followed his voice until you saw him hunched over something. “What’s up?” You asked nervously.
“Turn around.” he said gently. You arched an eyebrow before doing so. You felt a cold metal pressing against your neck. “I forgot I went here last week to get this cleaned,” he said as he clasped the necklace, “This belonged to my mother’s. She told me to give it to a special someone once I got older.” It was a simple, silver necklace. A small feather charm, rested right above your collarbones. He smiled at you, looking at you with an adoring gaze that made your heart stop. “I knew I didn’t have to wait to know if you were the one. I just knew it since the day we met.”
Before you knew it, your eyes were brimming with tears. You wiped at your eyes hastily, not wanting to catch unnecessary attention. Hawks looked at you in surprise before holding you close. “Hey, hey, hey.” He cooed. “You don’t like it? I mean, it’s not the fanciest thing I could actually give. I just thought that-“
“You dummy,” You chuckled as you kept wiping your face, “I’m not crying because I don’t like it. I love it. It’s the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me. It’s really beautiful, I’m glad you gave it to me.” You look at him in the eyes, meaning every word you said.
He sighed in relief then hugged you tighter. “You ridiculous goose, crying over the smallest things-ouch! Hey!” He rubbed at the spot on his chest where you punched him. You gave him a pout as he laughed at your puffy face.“Let’s go home, okay birdie?”
You linked your pinky with his, walking along with him in the coldest nights. It felt warm, clinging onto him as you tried to relish every second of this beautiful moment.
..
In the end, they set you up on a trip to a town where they owned a house they never really used. It belonged to your grandmother’s, but nobody wanted to disturb the house so none of your relatives claimed it. You shipped some of your belongings in secret. Hiding the backpack and the suitcase deep in your shared closet where Hawks surely wouldn’t notice. As he expected, he was even busier the next week after his day off. As sharp as he was, he failed to notice you planning your preparations to leave.
It was afternoon, so you didn’t receive any texts or calls from him yet. It would be one of those days where he’d be so busy he’d come home late at night. The thought of him arriving in your apartment tired and hungry, looking for you sent a fresh wave of tears to your face. Stop it, no time for you to be weak.
You see your train come to a stop, its doors opening as people clambered to get off. It was your turn. You patted your stomach, “I’m doing this all for you, you know.” With a deep breath, you stepped onto the train, every bit of yourself screaming with regret.
It was time. You dreaded this very moment and here you were, backpack and suitcases in tow. You gripped your train ticket tightly, not knowing where to express your frustration. The following week after your date, you prepared everything you needed to leave. You called your parents at your hometown, explaining your situation in tears. They listened carefully and asked whatever they could do to help. You merely wanted to explain your situation just in case Hawks would try and call them.
To be continued...
A/N:I tried to fix the formatting of the text but somehow it wouldn’t work?? New to tumblr so apologies ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚sorry it had to be a cliffhanger! I promise I’ll finish this soon as I can, I just needed to put more thought into how the meeting and the ending will be. I promise I’ll make it up with fluff as you requested Σ(･ω･ﾉ)ﾉ！
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