#I just ended up being so tired today so didn't get round to them </3
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okay this is so specific but!! 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 with remus and shy!r who has bad hand eczema? mine’s flared up today cos I’ve been washing my hands too much and it’s so awful </3 maybe r is shy about it and doesn’t want to tell remus but he notices anyway and then insists on looking after her 🤍🤍🤍
weirdly enough, I also get eczema on my hands so this was really fun for me! tysm ♡
"Could we share? I've forgotten mine," Remus asks, nodding to your textbook.
You push it in the middle of your desk. Remus was a friend before he became a lecture mate, but something about sitting next to him in such close proximity sets your nerves on end. He can see every line and wrinkle, all the details. Like your sore hands.
You tuck them between your legs. You and Remus follow along as the lecturer reads from the textbook, glancing up when she shows a diagram in more detail on her huge projector screen.
"I've been meaning to ask you, are you okay? You're quiet today," Remus whispers, his gaze on the screen.
You sneak a look at his nice jaw and the triangles of his eyelashes. "I'm okay," you whisper.
He meets your eyes. "You sure?"
"Fine. Sorry for being quiet," you say, turning a page of your textbook. Eczema, especially on your hands and fingers, feels raw sometimes, itchy, a platter of bad feelings, and even something as simple as turning a page hurts.
"Oh, is this why you're unhappy?" Remus asks, sliding his hand under yours. He holds your pink with his thumb to display your palm. "It's getting sore again?"
You hate for him to see, but you're too shy to take your hand back. "It's not that bad."
"It looks painful," he says sympathetically.
Remus doesn't touch the disturbed skin lining your palms, the pad of his thumb running carefully down the side of it.
"It's disgusting, I know," you mumble.
"It's not disgusting." He puts your hand down gently, reaching under the desk for his bag. You freeze as his face ducks down. "Your hands are tired, that's all."
You bring your hand back to your chest. Remus digs for something, and when he sits back up, he asks, "Sorry, can I see?"
"There's nothing you can do," you say.
"I brought you something." Remus pushes you're textbook and notepad back to place a round object on the table. It looks like stick deodorant. "That's what I use when the scars on my stomach get dry. It's a new one, though. Didn't think you'd want to share." He smiles at you tentatively. "It really helps me, it might help. There's no harsh chemicals I promise."
You don't know what to say. In silence, you read the label for irritants (just in case) before you uncap the balm and rub it over your palm, dabbing so as not to drag the skin. It doesn't feel nice to touch but the balm helps soothe the itch, which is enough to ease the pinch from between your brows.
"That's for you to keep," he says, giving your elbow a friendly shake. "If you hate it, chuck it away. But I can get you another one if it works, angel. Okay? Let me know."
You swallow around a lump. It's nice to have someone care so much. "Thank you very much, Remus," you say quietly.
"Don't, 'cos I'll want to give you a cwtch," he admonishes in a whisper. "I'll owe you one after. Shit, don't have a pencil, do you?"
Only later do you realise that, despite how ill-organised Remus was that morning, he remembered to bring you the balm he bought especially for you. When he offers you the owed hug, you wrap your arms around him and melt.
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thoughts on submissive gyuvin at 3:10 am
my first time writing smut, i feel like this turned out awful but i did my best ok 😔 because it's the first time i do it i don't know how to tag most of the stuff,, sorry
my random thoughts about submissive gyuvin. word count 591. warnings overstimulation, dumbification (?), sex without condom, finishing inside. no proofread.
"a-ah... i ca-ah! i can't believe you're doing this to me" were the only coherent words dropped from your boyfriend's mouth.
hours of overstimulation ended up with a destroyed gyuvin, his hair looking messy and his body all sticky covered by a mix of sweat, saliva, and sexual fluids of all the orgasms you took out of him, a few of them being yours too. poor gyuvin was being fucked so well by his partner that he couldn't even tangle two thoughts together to form a simple sentence, just babbling words as a way to express how fine it felt.
every bounce to his dick made him drop a moan as if it was an automatic setting in his body, please don't make fun of him, it's so hard to handle it :( your cunt sucking him for the who-knows-what time in the last few hours, milking him dry till the last drop.
"you think you can cum again, sweetie?" you asked, in such a sweet voice that made the boy think he could finish by only hearing you. the riding became more hectic, your pussy slamming into his dick harder, filling the room with the sloppy sound of your bodies roaming into each other, desperately looking for the so-desired orgasm.
"i can't, i c-can't" cried, his head moving from side to side, denying repeatedly. "it's too much..." his groans were accompanied by a strong grip on your hips trying to calm your peace, an act that was contradicted by his hips rocking with yours.
"you can puppy, just one more and we'll be done, you've been so good today" your words became more needy, one of your hands left his shoulder to caress his face and forced him to look at you, maintaining visual contact while reaching the last stage before ecstasy.
tears unleashed through his eyes, gyuvin's dick was so sensitive that it felt as if it burned him but at the same time the sensation came to be addictive, only you could make him feel like this, all submissive and dumb by fucking him senseless, how humiliating it was for him; being so big and ending up dominated by you. luckily for his sanity both your climaxes were around the corner, minds dizzy with pleasure and leaving all the work to your bodies, like animals fulfilling a primal desire.
between moans and muffled words, your boyfriend's orgasm came, filling your pussy up with his cum not before holding you strongly as an eager act to maintain you motionless, heavy breathing was the only thing resounding in a room where all kinds of vocal and corporal sounds could be heard just a moment ago.
"puppy, i didn't finish," you said, your faces being so near that your lips were almost touching. it hit gyuvin like a truck, dropping him out of the cloud that was taking over his mind and making him land in the real world, he knew what you meant by saying that. "i guess we will have to go for another round... if that's what you want, of course,” your lips brushed his, ghosting his attempt at kissing you.
he could be tired, overstimulated, sensitive and a lot more, but leaving you unsatisfied wasn't an option he was willing to take, mainly because of his pride, but secondly because despite ending up defeated by you and your immense sexual appetite he enjoys it, it would be a lie to say he didn't, you must be so happy! getting to ride your boyfie again while he whimpers <3
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Scaramouche Nfsw headcannons lol •
♡ Scaramouche nfsw headcannons bc why not + SMUT STORY 😍😍‼️
Dom/ Scaramouche and Sub fem! reader
– Warnings • None really, I don't think so /mentions of throat fucking
▪︎ DNI IF YOUR 16 AND UNDER! (Or not I don't really care what you do I can't stop you)
~ Bro, he's one to be right at it he wastes no time
~ he like to tease you and whisper gently in your ear while he's at it. "You're doing so good for me."
~ sometimes when he's close, he likes to stop and it makes you beg for more which makes him even more harder. And once he enters again he's even faster and when you come he doesn't stop <33
~ he sometimes puts two fingers in your mouth just bc he has a kink
~ he likes to praise you and once you've reached your climax, he always begs for a second round, but he always lies through his ways so he does multiple in one standing.
~ sometimes his cock is just too good for you so you pass out during a session or two <3
~ sometimes when he's hard in public, he likes to caress your thigh and once your home he takes it all out on you
~ he likes to praise you a lot like call you a good girl or boy or whatever gender you are and he likes to pull your hair a few times and if it hurts he'll stop because he doesn't wanna hurt you <33 (how sweet)
~ sometimes he makes commands and if you don't follow them, he'll go faster and faster until you do it 😨
~ when having sex, he likes to touch and squeeze your boobs because he just likes it.
~ when watching movies at home or watching smth etc he likes to make you sit on his lap so he can caress your boobs.. sometimes he goes to far and ends up fucking you anyway
~ sometimes when you pass out while having sex he likes to go kiss you in order for you to wake up, if not he throat fucks you
~ he likes it when you ride him because he gets an advantage of your sweet spots <3
~ when riding him, he likes to hold your waists and sometimes forcefully pushs you onto him which makes you scream his name even louder!
~ he likes to see you so miserable <3 so when having sex he likes to go rougher
~ he LOVES to hear your sweet sounds and when he does he just gets harder and harder! That's how much he just loves you, but he doesn't say it until end of sex.
~ sometimes he just isn't satisfied, so he does it over and over again until he is fully satisfied. (Within 4 or 6 rounds he'll be satisfied.)
Now lemme show a little smut with all of these headcannons bc I just love writing /hj
you were making dinner for your roommate, Scaramouche because he can't cook for shit. No, he can cook he's just too lazy too.
Today Scaramouche felt very very touched starved.
"Nhh.." Scaramouche groaned as he approached you.
"What's wrong?"
He wrapped his arms around you as you didn't expect that, you guys weren't dating. (Soon 😜)
He lied his head on your shoulder.
"Uh, what's wrong..?" You asked questionable.
You looked at him and when he opened his eyes they looked hazy and lustful.
"Feelin tired today?" You asked.
"I want you." Scaramouche said.
"Huh?"
Scaramouche snuck his hand into your shorts and played with your clit. You flinched at that knowing you've never done it before.
Scara bit your neck and licked it as you were his territory.
"Nh!" You covered your mouth and he became rougher.
"N-nows not the time, Sc-Scara." You said trembling.
Scara picked you right up and he went to his bedroom were you flopped right on top. "Scaramouche.." you said.
He took off your shirt quickly and put his face between your boobs.
"You smell nice." Scaramouche muttered under his breath.
"U-uh.."
You felt Scaramouche take off your shorts and underwear as he fingered you.
Breathy moans came out of you as your covered your mouth with the back of your hand.
"Already? You're so sensitive." Airy chuckles came from Scaramouche.
The dark room only being lit up by the sunset made the room feel sweaty and hot.
"Sc-Scara we can continue this later I ha—" you felt something thick enter your body as you look down to see yours and Scaramouches connection.
Sweet sounds came from you as Scaramouche went harder.
"You're doing so good for me." Scaramouche caressed your cheek he said panting.
Scaramouche squeezed your boob as he held both of your hands on top of the head board.
"I-I can't, p-lease.."
Scaramouche lied kisses on your body and hickeys everywhere.
"You're mine now." Scaramouche said deeply.
He thrusted faster into you and you felt your mind go crazy, it felt so good yet it hurt.
"Scream for me, ____." He squeezed your boob harder.
"Ngh, I ca-n't..." He thrusted even faster.
"Scar–" he released your hands as he grabbed your waist and slammed you onto his body. And there you were, all miserable and almost crying and screaming his name.
"That's a good girl." His held your cheek and inserted his thumb in there as he circled your clit.
You moaned louder and louder with every thrust he impaled in you.
"You, n'.."
His big cock was just too much for you as you felt like passing out.
Then he stopped.
"Eh... why did—" as soon as he said that he thrusted into you faster and faster.
With that hard thrust, you screamed his name as he grabbed your waists while you were holding on the bed sheets for dear life.
"Be a good girl for me and moan for me." He chuckled.
"Y-yEs!" You said weakly.
He had so much stamina, that you were about to come.
"S-so cLose!" You screamed while chopping your sentences apart.
"You're such a little slut for me." Scaramouche chuckled.
You came but Scaramouche didn't stop.
And there you were, begging him to stop but kept on going.
"I'm not satisfied yet."
"Wha?!—" You screamed his name louder and louder with every thrust trying to make him stop.
You were a mess as Scaramouche ignored your calls.
"Hmm." Scaramouche hummed.
Scaramouche stopped and he quickly changed positions, and there you were on top on him as he forcefully pulled your body up and down on him.
You flinched even harder at one thrust.
"Feel good at that spot?"
"Huh?"
He moved a bit and kept on going as he hit that good spot everytime.
You were a spilling mess moaning and moaning for him as he felt even harder. He was destroying you and you felt amazing. Your head was going crazy at every thrust you felt so tired.
"You're such a good girl."
"Sh-shuf up." As you trembled on your words.
Airy chuckles came from Scaramouche.
"I'm close."
Scaramouche came into you, but he didn't stop now.
"What!?—"
~
"Ca-canf..i canf feel my leghs.." Your body felt numb as you mumbled your words over. Your legs were twitching unbelievably fast.
Scaramouche on the other hand was helping you get cleaned up.
"Next time we should do it again."
"Whaf?"
He put on your shorts and he cuddled you in bed.
"Just know I love you, ____." Scaramouche said in your ear gently.
"You broke mhy legfs." You closed your eyes as you fell fast asleep.
A tired airy chuckle came from Scaramouche as he fell asleep with you <3
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Anyways I'm tired asf too and SPONSOR PLS READ MY HEIZOU SMUT STUFF ON WATTPAD /j
I hope u enjoyed ❤️❤️❤️ [or not then y r u even here at the end]
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Hey its my birthday today :3. And I was wondering how yandere funtime freddy would react.
Also your one of my favorite yandere writers :>
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀) Thank you for your support I really appreciate it! This was a bit rushed so I might come back to edit a few things but I hope you have a great day and may all your birthday wishes come true, love! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚
“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!!!”
🎂 How didn't he know?! The one day he didn’t ask, it turns out to be your birthday! Don’t worry Cupcake, he promises to make up for it!! Unfortunately, you couldn’t hear him because your ears ruptured after hearing the equivalent of a jet taking off.
🎂 He’s starting the party preparations right away! The moment you blinked, you had already gained a birthday hat, birthday sash, and party horn in your mouth. You’ll have to stay in the Breaker room while he goes to prepare the party room. So get ready for the surpriiiiiise~!!
🎂 Once the time has come, Freddy will drag guide you to the room hovering his hand over your eyes so you won't peek. You both suddenly stop and he uncovers your eyes
“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!”
🎂 Everything is neatly decorated with party streamers and balloons hanging on the walls. White table cloth with pastel party hats and noisemakers. Confetti covers the tables and floor. Even a pinata hung up in the center of the small round stage. You could tell the bear and bunnies put a ton of work into making the party room look as presentable as possible.
“C-C’mon birthday kid! The f-fun has just begun!!”
🎂 You are now the center of Funtime Freddy’s attention and, oh boy, is it something. He’ll do anything from your favorite party games to performances to please you. Don't forget the million back-breaking hugs too! He wants this to be the best birthday you’ll ever have since it's your first birthday with him.
🎂 Even Bon Bon and Bonnet are putting their hearts into your party. It’s a tiring task with Funtime Freddy’s energy rate already being at an all-time high, but they wouldn't want anything less for their best friend! They had to make sure you were okay and wouldn’t get too overwhelmed by Freddy’s overbearing enthusiasm.
🎂When it’s finally time for cake, Freddy will proudly bring out a beautiful pastel circus-themed cake. Seeing you look at the cake with glee while he lit the candles made him bounce with excitement. It brings back the good ol’ days when he held birthday parties for children. No matter though he had you and that was more than enough for him!
🎂 The animatronics sing you the birthday song (Funtime Freddy the type of fella to say cha cha cha during the birthday song) and you blow the candles. The cake was surprisingly your favorite flavor. You couldn't remember when you told FT Freddy about it but the cake had such a sweet, savory taste to it you weren't going to question it. If it wasn’t for Bon Bon you’d probably never have been able to finish your cake with Freddy’s endless questions and chattering.
FT Freddy: “Does it taste good? What do you think of the colors? I know what your favorite flavor-r is but I changed the colors because I wanted it to match the c-cake and I liked the colors because they ma-matched my colors so I ended up choosing -” 😋
Bon Bon: “Freddy PLEASE let them eat their cake…” 😅
Bonnet: *Giggles* “I’m sure they love it!” 😊
🎂 Now for the finale, gift opening! There are only two gifts; the first one you open is one from Bon Bon and Bonnet. Inside was full of prize corner toys and sweets. Even a handmade card with a drawing of the four of you together. Appreciating the bunnies, you hugged and kissed their foreheads. Bon Bon smiled and thanked you while Bonnet, being bashful, covered her face. Funtime Freddy’s heart just flatlined
🎂 Freddy eagerly pushed his gift towards you, excited to see your reaction. Despite the gift's innocent look, you could feel your stomach turn when you held it. You couldn't tell if it was from the sudden odor or the small red specks on the box that made you feel uneasy. Not wanting to be rude, you opened the gift without questioning it. You froze. As soon as you saw the bloody mess of a still beating heart, you understood what it was. Bon Bon and Bonnet, oblivious to what you saw in the box, asked if you were okay. A sudden embrace from Funtime Freddy snapped you out of shock. A sick love-struck expression plastered on his face. He knew he couldn't give his own non-existent heart, so surely someone else would do the job.
“Hahaha! I hope you liked our birthday surprise, cupcake! Now, how about a little k-kiss~”
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Checkmate (BASED ON CREED III)
Riri Williams x Black Reader
Summary: It's Riri's last fight before her official retirement and she wanted to end by taking the heavyweight champion title from her rival named Nicki Conlan daughter of your cousin Creed's former rival Ricky Conlan. In the midst of this quest, it seems that she is having trouble finding her opponent's weak spot until now.
Warnings: Violence, Mature Language, and blood that's it (I also didn't proof read it's about to be 2:00 in the morning leave me alone)
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(8 YEARS BEFORE) CHICAGO 4:37 PM
JAB
UPPERCUT
JAB
HOOK
Riri was getting her ass beat. She would get a few hits in every once in a while but it wasn't enough to win the rounds. The hits she was making weren't enough down Nicki who has been in this game for years. Riri knocked out plenty of people 16 to be exact but this was nothing like those fights. This was extreme and it was only gonna get harder.
BOOM
"A heavy uppercut from Conlan put Williams on her knees!" The Announcer Shouted. Her ear was ringing from such a force and her lungs were heavy as if they were going to crash. "ONE, TWO, THREE" The referee counted snapping her out the dizziness as she got up. "FOUR!" "Im good." "FIVE" "I SAID I"M GOOD DAMN" Riri shook those punches off as she the referee put her back in.
As soon as the bell rung, Conlan came swinging connecting at least seven hits before the bell rung. The last one was so strong that Riri's eye was bleeding. "Choose the wrong fighter brote(bud)" She glanced at you as you shook a bit from being scared. 'I'm good baby' she mouthed as you swallowed the worries in your throat.
"Cuzzo your eye is bleeding. You keep making loose moves like that and we'll be scooping you up piece by piece. Riri rolled her eyes brushing off her injury. "I'm good bro. Ain't nobody scared of a lil contact here and there" Creed sighed at her stubbornness. "Dodge her left hook and wait for her to throw the right one. She's gonna overthrow and when she does I need you to go in there and smash her." Riri nodded at her coach's instructions.
DING! DING! DING!
"Round 1 was a wake up call for the young fighter Riri Williams. But, after a discussion with Creed, She comes in for more." The announcer speaks once again. BOOM "Hard uppercut from Conlan followed by a left hook" Dodge, HOOK. Riri throws a clean left hook to Nicki's face cutting her cheek a bit. BOOM BOOM BOOM! "Riri and Conlan go toe-to-toe both landing clean hits as they push on to each other." "Go RI YOU GOT IT!" You cheer on. "Double hook Riri!"Creed shouts. Riri managed to hit her twice before the bell rang. The fighters push on to each other talking a huge amount of trash. "You bleed just like me nigga!" Riri spat. "That ain't shit lil girl" The coaches pull the fighter bringing them back to their corners. "That's what I like to see cuzzo" Creed gives Riri some water to wash out her blood in a bucket. "Look you're a threat to her. She's gonna be after everything you have and I need you to be ready okay?" Riri nodded sniffling a bit.
DING! DING! DING!
Round 3 had started and Creed wasn't kidding. Nicki came running throwing hits that would definitely cause bruises later. Every single time Riri would dodge or block one shot Nicki would connect 3 three more. "KEEP YO HANDS UP BAE" You yell trying to help but it didn't affect her at all. Jab, left hook, right hook the punches just kep coming until the round ended. "Things aren't looking so good for Williams after that round" The announcer voice rang through the speaker for the thousandth time today.
Round 11
Both of the fighters were tired and Nicki was ahead in points which means Riri wasn't winning but not far away from it either. At this point, both of the fighters had bad injuries. Conlan had bruises all over her body and cuts while Riri had some cuts and a swollen eye not to mention the one that was cut. Riri connected 3 hooks onto Nicki's body making her stumble. Even though Riri was making these great shots, Nicki wasn't going to let it go just like that and that was really bad for Riri.
JAB
UPPERCUT
JAB
Riri was getting hit with all types of combos and she was barely even dodging them. Her body was slowly giving out and that wasn't benefiting her at all. Just when she thought she was making progress, BOOM... "Williams drops to the floor! A clean knockout from Conlan. Tears fall down from your eyes as you feel the wave of emotions overcome you. This couldn't be the end it just couldn't.
2023 CHICAGO 9:45 PM
"Jeez a swift combo from Conlan right out of the gate! Is Conlan looking good or is Williams just looking bad? The announcer entertained the audience as Riri and her rival Nicki Conlan fought. Jab, hook, uppercut. The same three moves, yet every time it was thrown at her she still couldn't dodge it. Riri was getting frustrated and you could see that even from the sidelines.
"If Williams keeps this up her whole career will end with another loss from the same person" 'Jesus Christ do these people ever shut the fuck up' you thought. Once again, Riri was hit with the same three piece that Conlan was delivering. "mm okay same ol' Williams. Ain't nun change" Conlan smirked at the stress she pursued onto Riri. Riri took a jab first only to get blocked. They both started recieving contact until Riri was put in a corner.
Riri managed to land a jab into Nicki's jaw making some room between the two of them but that didn't even seem to faze Nicki at all. Jab, hook, uppercut once again only even harder. Jab, hook, uppercut once more knocking Riri into the ropes. You jumped out of your seat sweating as you bit your nails nervously. The fighters were swinging back and forth though Conlan was causing more damage than Riri did this whole fight. Jab, hook, dodge? Riri escaped the dangerous combo after being hit multiple times. She noticed this very much. So much in fact that she found a weak spot.
DING! DING! DING!
The round was over obviously going to Conlan since she made the most contact in between that amount of time. "The next round is gonna hurt Williams. Get ready" Riri rolled her eyes walking over to her corner and sitting down with her Coach Adonis Creed. "Ri if you don't get yo head in the game. She beating you worse last time!" She looked over to you and winked as a smirk crept onto her face.
"Oh so you smiling? Am I missing something?" Your Coach asked getting worried. "Yeah bro. Checkmate" You could tell what she said even from where you were. She found it. She found the spot. The same spot that Creed found in his boxing era. You body relaxed just a little still remembering that there is a chance something could go wrong.
"Oh checkmate? You wanna be me so bad it's crazy. Go checkmate yo ass a damn knockout. And please don't get whooped" You chuckled at his antics. "I ain't never been scared of no contact" He put her mouthpiece in her mouth and wiped her down to get ready for the next round. "She looked back over to you giving a thumbs up to you. You smiled lightly returning the thumbs up.
DING! DING! DING!
The next round began as the crowd roared. "Since Williams hasn't been winning rounds the only thing that can save her is a knockout" The announcer starts back up with their commentary making you even more nervous. Dodge, jab, jab Riri connected with Conlan's lower body making her wince a bit. "C'mon nigga" Riri taunted.
"C'mon Nicki, finish the job!" Her father yelled from the sidelines. Jab, hook, uppercut again. She had got Riri again but it was becoming more tolerable. After going back and forth so much it finally clicked. The world was going in slow motion for Riri calming her. It was either she strikes now or never. Dodge, Jab, hook. Conlan stumbles a bit from the combo. "Nah don't run" BOOM BOOM BOOM... "Conlan plummets on the floor what a combo." Nicki squirmed on the ground trying to get up but to no avail.
"THREE, FOUR, FIVE!" Once it got to 5 you were up on your seat biting your knuckle a bit harder each time the number went up.
"TEN! RIRI WILLIAMS IS THE NEW CHAMP!"
You yell in joy running in the ring to hug your girl. "Oh my gosh I knew you could do it!" You kissed her passionately pulling away just to get pulled back in. "Mm- okay Ri your sweaty as hell" "Whatever" You both laugh as the interviewers throw questions at both of you.
"So Riri, how does it feel to be the new Heavyweight Champ?"
"Perfect"
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Can I please have Marco or Ace (or polyam) with a gn or he/him reader. A fluffy date to the beach together or a roadtrip? Thaaank you and I hope you are well <3
(I didn't see a list of chars you don't write so hope this is okay - if not ignore me haha)
Hiiii! I am sorry it took me a while to finish this request but I hope you like the end result. I gave you a polyam relationship with he/him pronouns for ya, AND a road trip to the beach💋
All SFW and fluff, Marco X M! reader X Ace, existing polyam relationship, no description of reader but addressed as he/him.
WC: 848
Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only
The sound of your phone alarm startled you awake. You sleepily slapped at it until it fell off the bed and turned off. Disgruntled, you paw around for your partners and find the bed empty.
Odd.
Normally there are 3 bodies spooning into one another this early in the morning.
Resting your eyes, you slowly processed everything and kept an ear out for clues or noises that gave any indication of where Marco or Ace are. Then you heard it. The soft, muffled sounds of men trying to hide their footfalls as they moved around. It sounded like they were moving things, some heavy and some not as you tried to discern the different sounds each man tried to repress. Tired huffs for heavier loads, a spry step on the wooden floorboard from a young man trying to sneak around.
You didn’t have to wait long – the men in question entered your shared bedroom and dogpiled on you.
“Y/N! Time to wake up!”
“Yoi!”
“What’s going on?” you ask them as you wriggle from under them.
���We’re taking a road trip to the beach!”
Oh hell yeah!
“What should I bring?”
“Just you’re cute self, Y/N,” Marco booped your nose.
The center console of your car could be moved back to allow a third seat between the driver and passenger seats. That’s your designated seat. Even embroidered a little name tag to the fabric.
Since the nearest beach was nearly 2 hours away, you started playing a classic playlist that everyone could enjoy. Bopping your heads and belting the choruses out loud, you took turns skipping through songs and serenading each other with popular music from your respective eras. Marco was more a smooth Jazz and Classic Rock type of cat, while Ace leaned more towards R&B and Pop music. You’re tastes hit everywhere in between theirs which made for a well-rounded lineup.
You fed Marco little snacks as he drove while Ace did the same for you, playing license tag games or ‘I Spy,’ passing the time in between your karaoke performances. Before you knew it – the beach was in sight.
“Oh its perfect!” you crow as the sun hung nice and low in the early morning. It wasn’t overly hot and there were just enough wispy clouds in the skies to cover up the harsh light before it felt overwhelming.
You helped Marco set out the extra large blanket over the sand and assisted Ace with unfolding the chairs and large umbrellas. You all took your excess clothes off and took your time with it, sitting closely together to rub sun lotion over each other’s sensitive skin.
Setting out your items, drinks being made in the background while someone set up the BlueFlame speaker for some relaxing tunes, you took a moment to meditate privately. So happy and so grateful you were able to get away today. To get some rest and relax with each other away from the hassles of living in the city.
Ace finished blowing up some floaties for you all to laze in while you floated in the ocean. Nursing your drinks in the rubber side cup holders, your head tilted to the sky and you adjusted your sunglasses so the sun wouldn’t burn your eyes – Marco would never let you hear the end of it.
You must have nodded off because you jerked awake when your bottom was dragged against the sandy shore.
“Heh! Hey sleepyhead! Ready for lunch? And sunburn reapplication? It may be too late for you actually,” Ace ran his hand over his neck as he helped you up.
“Oh! Yeah we’re going to have to aloe vera you up before we leave and apply it every few hours for the next 24-48 hours-yoi.”
“Sun, you have betrayed my trust yet again!” you sigh woefully.
Marco and Ace broke out in laughter, “He’s so funny!” Ace wiped a tear from his eye.
“He’s also dehydrated,” Marco tossed you a water bottle from the cooler.
Properly fed, hydrated and sun protected, you switch on and off between swimming, hitting a volleyball back and forth, and reading your book while sun bathing. Time didn’t exist for you – at least, not until the sun decided to set and put an end to your little getaway. You pouted the entire time as you packed up and got back in the car to go home.
Ace volunteered to drive so Marco could rest a little on the drive back. It took 3 minutes for him to fall asleep pressed against the window. You and Ace giggled at him and conversed quietly during the drive.
“What a wonderful day, I’m so sad it’s over,” you sigh.
“Don’t be sad it’s over! Cherish it until we can take another trip.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course! We’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” Ace ruffled your hair and pulled you into his side, steering with one hand.
You hum happily, “Noted. In that case, can you take me to get an ice cream?”
That made Marco jerk awake, “I want a double scoop on a waffle cone-yoi!”
#swampstew bedtime stories#marco the phoenix#marco x reader x ace#x male reader#fire fist ace#ace x y/n#marco x y/n#marco x reader#marco x you#marco--the--phoenix#op fanfic#portgas d ace#ace x male reader#swampstew stories#swampstew
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man last twilight hit me particularly hard today and i'm still crying after finishing the episode.
i spent a good chunk of my day at my specialist today and it wasn't great. my disease is getting worse. my weekly shots aren't enough anymore. i'm so tired and i can't stop fucking crying.
my immune system is fucked up, i produce too many white blood cells and those white blood cells have chosen to attack my skin. it leaves me with holes across my body - some of my wounds are now over a year old. when they heal they leave atrophic scarring - but they aren't even healing anymore.
the specialist gasped at the sight of me today. (i'd never seen her before, my state of being was new to her.)
"you're bleeding."
"i know."
"you're bleeding like, a lot."
"i know. i take iron supplements, it's okay."
"it's going to get all over your pants."
"it's okay."
"are you in pain?"
"yes. i'm used to it."
"are you in a lot of pain?"
"yes. it's okay."
she was so concerned, so alarmed, and i couldn't help but just smile and laugh it off. if i don't i'll end up like i am now, sobbing at my desk hidden away from my family because there's nothing they can do for me, they'll just hug me and say they're so sorry, they wish there was something they could do. but there's nothing anyone can do, this is just my life now.
"how often do you take your shots?"
"every friday."
"the recommended schedule for that medicine is once every two weeks"
"yes, they increased the frequency for me because i'm stage 3"
"and you never miss a dose?"
"no, i take it on schedule every week."
"i don't think it's working anymore."
i try to be strong about it, most of the time i am - this is just my life now, wallowing about it isn't going to fix it. i'm stage 3, the only thing that will fix it is a cure, but that doesn't exist yet.
i recently had to buy those washable period underwear because one of my year old wounds just won't stop bleeding and i'm so tired of washing the blood out of my pants. i've gotten so good at preventing bloodstains. (a mix of dawn dish soap, water, and baking soda as a pre-soak works wonders)
i bought an antimicrobial soap in bulk last week to prevent infection. it dries out my skin, but it's not as bad as the diluted bleach baths. i have to start using 10% benzoyl peroxide as a body wash.
"do you have a fever?"
"no, i check regularly."
"your wounds are really deep, we're worried about you potentially going septic."
"i'm very careful and keep them clean."
i buy bandages and tape in bulk. my allergic reaction to the tape adhesives are the lesser of two evils. sometimes they get so bad i bleed, but it's just an abrasion. it's okay.
and now i have to take another round of antibiotics that make me nauseous.
and they're changing my medication. i'm 'lucky,' a new medication was approved by the FDA recently that shows good results in reducing the symptoms of my disease. but how long will it be before i don't respond to that anymore?
it's another biologic, an immunosuppressant shot, and i'm sure just like last time it's going to make me so, so sick. adjusting to biologics is so hard, it's not totally unlike low dose chemo (obviously there are differences) and last time it made me sick for weeks.
i don't want to be sick. i don't want to take these antibiotics that make me nauseous. i don't want to keep scrubbing the blood out of my pants. i don't want to use the soap that dries out my skin. i don't want to wear perfume to cover up the smell of my dying flesh.
i can't even have sex with my husband. we recently went a year without having sex and i know he understands, he gets it, but i can't help but think part of him resents me. we got together when i was 22, when my symptoms were still mild, i got my diagnosis at 25. i quit my office job and lost my insurance. we eloped at 27 so he could add me to his insurance and i could afford my treatment. his family spent the next year asking why we were in such a rush to get married, we didn't know how to explain to them it was because my doctor was preparing to declare me completely disabled.
i don't want to be in pain anymore. it's been almost 10 years.
i'm okay, i'll feel better tomorrow, maybe even in a few hours, but i can see why people kill themselves over this. i'm so tired. i'm so defeated. i have to hope there will be a cure someday, something better than just pushing down the symptoms.
if you read this far thank you. like i said, i'm fine. i just wanted to get my thoughts and feelings out and i'm bad about talking to my family - they worry too much, pity me too much.
#personal#like very personal#cw gross medical shit#cw talk abt my sex life#or lackthereof#cw disease#cw medication
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ANNNNNNNNDDDDDDD I'm back for another installment of my 17 year old sister being and a@@hole. For context my sister is the youngest of five and my parents are too tired to parent her. Strang thing is, I'm only a year older.
This week, me and my sister were left alone in the house while my parents went a trip with my brother for a very important event. They gave us chores to do and asked me to keep some money in case of emergencies. I haven't used a dime and all of us were in a greenest to not tell my sister because she'd use it for whatever she wanted. In fact, she is so dam spoiled that she was annoyed they "didn't leave money". Our fridge was stocked and I took the opportunity to learn a few recipes as I'm not a very well rounded adult yet.
The chores we were given were simple. Help pack some things since we're moving pretty soon, mow the lawn since we put in new grass and it needs it, and vacuum the floor or water the plants. Simple things. Wanna guess how many my sister did? NONE!!!
Nothing! She "cleaned her room" and that was it. She has a dog (technically two but she ignores her older one) but she doesn't know how to feed him correctly and acts as if it's the hardest thing to do. If it didn't hurt the dog, who I love with all my heart and couldn't bear to see hurt, I wouldn't feed him. Everything HAS to be her way.
We have two vans and my mom hates her driving the new one, so when the old one runs out of gas, what did she do without permission? Used the new one. She hasn't packed squat and she didn't contribute to daily meals either. When she is home, she's taking up the TV until I complain about the show and ask to watch something different, then she just leaves me alone in the house ALL OVER AGAIN!!!
I am a human being! I may be introverted but that does NOT mean I shouldn't be given the bare minimum of pleasant conversation. I asked to go to the mall yesterday and when we went to Barnes and Noble, my favorite shop, she would NOT stop complaining, instead of just going to her shop. She yanked me around by my purse and forced me around until we went to Claire's where she took her dam time, finding earrings and necklaces and CRAP!!! But somehow she couldn't afford gas?
When I reminded her of our parent's rules about things like the jewelry she was buying, she called me a n@zi. A GOSH DARN N@ZI? REALLY? I just reminded you of the rules that were set since you were TINY!!! She even called my mother a n@zi just because she wouldn't let her wear her tops a certain way. But today really takes the cake.
I woke up fine. Got to babysit my nieces for my older sister because heavens forbid my little sister has to do it (My older sister doesn't even bother asking LS anymore). Halfway through I get a text that she's leaving and one of the dogs didn't eat. BECAUSE SHE COULDNT FOLLOW THE DAM INSTUCTIONS THAT MOM AND I MADE ON THE FOOD BOX!!! It's a simple thing but no. She goes on a date at 6pm and leaves me alone again. I make dinner around 9:30pm because I was in a slump. When she comes home, she brings 3 others at 11:30pm. I tell them there's food and no one eats it. Fine.
She is looking for a movie to watch and chooses IT...Which is Rated R and NOT FOR HER AGE OR ALLOWED IN OUR HOUSE! I remind her of this and she shrugs before putting it on. It was 1:30 am when they ended, then she comes into my room and demands to know why I'M being so rude...I'm just done. I don't think I'll be giving her a response from now on.
I only ever get hurt when it comes to her and I never want to hear the pitchy voice call me an idiot or a n@zi or ANY OTHER INSULT EVER AGAIN! I'm just done.
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How Reckless (Intruality) ═SOULMATE AU═ || Sanders Sides Big Bang 2022
By Artist_Hope; beta read by @edupunkn00b and @kaythegay2022; art by @dystopiagnome and @im-an-anxious-wreck
Chapter Art by @im-an-anxious-wreck: Virgil, Patton and Logan hanging out in Remy's cafe
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Chapter: 3/4
Chapter word count: 2232
Dik-dik
Patton groaned, very tired. It'd been around a week since Logan and Virgil suggested he get some assistance. Throughout that week, his mom had asked for a lot of help with her garden, so he'd been going back and forth to the store and his mom's place. Not to mention he did seek help with how to get rid of his connection. But while he’d looked into it, he didn't have much help besides things that couldn't be done without Remus there as well.
Sitting at the table in front of the Bellbook Cafe, Patton watched Virgil and Logan go back and forth about whatever a dik-dik was.
"I'm telling you, it's got a stupid name, Logan. I don't care if it's the sound it makes," Virgil huffed. "It's lazy naming."
"It makes a sound like its name?" Patton asked.
"Yes, Patton. The dik-dik females make a sound similar to how a human says its name. It's quite fascinating," Logan hummed a little. "But fine, Virgil, what do you wish to discuss?"
Virgil smirked as if he'd been waiting for this. "Grolar bears."
"Don't you mean Pizzly bears?" Logan asked, causing a groan from his twin. Patton laughed a little.
"Pizzly sounds stupid. Come on, they look more like polar bears than grizzlies anyway," Virgil exclaimed!
"Yes, however, if you look them up, most official sources call them Pizzly," Logan said. “Therefore, it makes more sense to call them pizzlies. It’s only logical.”
Patton sighed as he watched the two go back and forth between if it was “grolar” or “pizzly”, both eventually getting off actual facts to support their argument to opinions. It was a familiar thing now and though it was weird, it brought comfort to Patton. He’d zoned out again (at least he was aware this time) before hearing a sharp call of his name and looking at Virgil and Logan.
“Which do you think is right?”
Patton thought for a moment. “W-Well… Isn’t it sorta interchangeable? Like, use grolar for if it’s one species as a mom and pizzly if it’s the other? Or just sorta both right?” That seemed to calm the debate for now. He watched the twins in front of him talk a little more as he stared between them and his cup. He hardly noticed the conversation end and his friends stare back.
Logan sipped his tea. “You’ve been strangely quiet today, Patton. Is everything alright?”
Patton looked down at his empty cup of hot cocoa, tapping the mug. “I-” He got distracted by more cocoa being poured into his cup.
“I told you bitches to not have weird debates here,” Remy said, glaring lightly at the twins in front of Patton. He moved the large container of hot cocoa up to stop pouring at the right time, before decorating the drink with whipped cream and a small caramel drizzle. “You’ll scare my customers away.
“Sorry, Rem… Got carried away,” Virgil muttered, pulling his hood over his eyes.
Remy was a friend of both families at this point. He’d always looked after them all, usually with good advice (which he clearly stole from his fiancee) for issues they had. Sort of like a second dad. And as the owner of the Bellbook Cafe, the three were often invited over to try new recipes or to just hang out. And, even though whatever his soulmate wrote on their skin showed up on his, Remy wore short-sleeves and even shorter shorts.
“Thank you for the refill, Remy,” Patton smiled as he hummed. “This new flavour you’re trying out is really good.”
Remy gave a boastful smile. “I’d seen two different flavours making their rounds and just had to give it my spin. French vanilla and butterscotch with melted pure dark chocolate bars made on a bain-marie.”
“Sounds unnecessarily fancy, even for you, Remy,” Logan noted. “What warrants the use of a bain-marie?”
Remy laughed. “Finally getting a fancy name brand one, Logan,” he said.
Patton leaned into Virgil. "What's a bain-marie?"
Virgil smiled. "A special tool used to melt things in cooking. Mostly chocolate or bars of things."
Patton nodded, smiling and watching a little message appear on Remy’s arm. “I think Emile wrote you something, Remy.” Remy smiled and looked at his arm, chuckling.
“He’s so sappy, it’s adorable.” Remy hummed a little, taking a pen and writing a note back on his arm under the one Emile wrote. Patton tilted his head a little.
“Wait… If you two accepted each other as Soulmates, how come your connection isn’t gone? I thought it left the second you do that in person?” Patton asked.
“Ah—It can. And normally does for more pesky ones, like Virgil’s and yours. Logan’s and the one I have aren’t really hindering, so they don’t disappear,” Remy explained. “I mean, I guess if Emile wrote really dark and sexual and weird things to make me lose a job interview or prevent me from being social, it would be hindering….” The man shrugged. “But even then. It wouldn’t stop me from doing much. Unlike Virgil’s, one that is essentially gained colour-blindness, which greatly limits creative-based jobs or even promotional jobs. Or your’s, which could end up killing two people in the worst scenario.”
Patton frowned a little. Because I really need reminding that I could die if he isn’t careful, Patton thought. “Actually, Remus hasn’t gotten super hurt in a while. I have a few new bruises, but nothing like cuts or worse… It’s kinda weird.”
Logan hummed. “Maybe he’s getting ready to move or go on vacation? It would explain why his recklessness lowered if he was inside his house more often than not,” Logan noted. “Which would also mean his job is where the danger, or most of the danger at the least, comes from.”
Patton wasn't sure. But he had to admit, not being in pain he didn't cause was nice.
Meanwhile, about a block and a half away from the cafe, a truck pulled into a parking spot. Inside the truck, Remus and his party, Roman and Janus, were going over their plans. "Roman, remember, we're looking for Remus' hot guy, not a random one for you to try and date."
Roman scoffed, putting a hand over his heart. "You wound me, Janus! I can contain my raging gay need to find a man so my brother can find his soulmate! I'm not a monster!" The red twin huffed. "Can you contain your bitch attitude for that?"
Remus shook his head a little. "Janus can't contain his bitch. It's like herding turtles without picking them up. Impossibly slow." The cop took a deep breath. "The Soulmate branch place in town said he's normally on this side since he doesn't drive himself or have a job… Though, they also did say it's not updated info… So let's ask around. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Janus nodded. "Fair enough. Be careful, you really can't risk pain off duty. We don't have enough to cover a hospital visit in this city." With a nod from all three, they got out of the truck. Remus paid the parking fee for around 3 hours, then set off to look.
Roman ran off, approaching a lot of people. Most didn't have a clue who the hell he was asking about. Some just knew who he was looking for from meeting the man while they were shopping or from school and had no idea about where he was now. Sighing, he moved quickly over to the area near the Bellbook Cafe, looking around. At first, he really didn’t notice anything off as he scanned through the outdoor crowd. After he didn’t really see anyone (or at least he didn’t think he did) that fit the description of the person they were looking for, he started to go inside. And, as is typical for him, the second he went inside, he noticed the change he had. Colour, and not just shades of blue and green. “I fucking found my soulmate. Holy shit.” The actor ran back outside, carefully looking to try and see everyone's eye colour.
Meanwhile, Janus seemed to be using what Roman liked to call “the slut but somehow friendly and not actually slutty appeal” to try and gather info. It was basically Janus just being a huge extrovert and being good at conversation. Back when Roman hated Janus' guts, he gave that title to Janus. But hey, whatever made Roman laugh. Besides, at this point, it was just a joke the two had. He’d been getting a fair amount of information when he successfully struck up a conversation, learning about the area Remus’ Soulmate lived in, what he normally did, hobbies and other smaller parts. Apparently, he really liked to garden. Anyway, after a few conversations, Janus learned that he was recently (as in within the last hour) seen at a locally owned cafe with two friends and that if he asked Remy, the owner, he had a pretty good chance of just being brought to the guy. So he, too, made his way to the Bellbook Cafe.
Out of the three, Remus had the oddest luck. He hadn't left the area of his truck for the most part, but he still somehow met two other Remus Dukes. Though it was helpful - apparently his soulmate went to them asking about his situation. One was on their way to surgery, so Remus just thanked them for the information they were able to give without running late. The other was on their way to a date but offered to help Remus at a later date if he still needed it. The two exchanged numbers and then the other was off to their date. Besides the two other Remus', he had no actual luck, ending up around the cafe block. He groaned a little, as he walked. And then he turned his head, seeing a kitten in an alley after and getting hella distracted.
At the cafe, Virgil sighed in comfort. "We so needed a day out as friends. Logan's super busy at the uni and I swear I'm covering like ten shifts at the art shop." He got up and stretched. "Speaking of, I have the night shift tonight. I might wanna start getting my shit together for that."
Patton frowned. "A last-minute schedule change…? We were gonna have a movie night-" The blonde whined. Virgil gave a sympathetic smile.
"I know, but this means some extra cash for your garden. I'm only doing a half shift anyway since the dude who normally handles the shift has a meeting he can't change the time or date of. I'm just covering him since he'll be late." Virgil grabbed his bag. "We should still have some time for the movie night after."
Patton nodded, giving a little pout. "Okay…" He turned to Remy. "You said you and Emile might be able to join this time, right? Since he has off tomorrow?"
Remy nodded. "Lemme shoot him a message to confirm, but yeah. Should be free." The cafe owner wrote a message on his arm, and then also texted Emile via his phone. Patton noticed he always did that if he wanted a for-sure answer from Emile, which he found kind of cute. A nice way to make sure his soulmate knew Remy messaged him.
Virgil started to leave, waving and not paying attention. Patton couldn't even warn him about the stranger he ran into, he was so distracted.
"Ow, dude!" Virgil huffed, rubbing his chest.
"I am so sorry, I'm visiting the area and I really don't know anything here-" the man in red explained, almost freezing when he saw Virgil glare at him. "Ah- Your eyes…"
Virgil rolled them. "What about them, jackass? It's not contacts, I'll tell ya that much." The stranger hesitated, probably due to the… Ah, cold… Attitude Virgil was giving him. But he turned Virgil's head towards his, blinking. "What the fuck are… You…"
Patton wasn't too sure what happened, but Virgil just ended up slowly looking around and then back to the stranger. "... Virgil Nyx."
The stranger smiled brightly. "Roman Duke." The brunet, Roman, bowed a little. "Though I'd say I'm more your knight in shining armour."
Virgil seemed a little flustered as he responded. "Oh my god, your sappy, ew-" The emo laughed a little, turning to Logan and Patton. "So I just found my Soulmate- Yeesh. Patton, you look less banged up with only being able to see browns."
The blonde frowned. "Gee, thanks." He huffed. "I'm glad you found your Soulmate though!"
Virgil smiled, turning back to Roman. "I gotta grab some things from home, but, uh, you wanna come with? I can show you around before my shift at work?"
Roman smiled. "I'd love to get to know you through learning about your town!"
With a second goodbye, Virgil took off with his Soulmate, giggling like a school girl. Remy excused himself so he could get back to work, leaving Logan and Patton alone.
"Well, shall we get home?" Logan asked Patton.
"Yeah… This week was chaotic and I wanna get a nap if we're gonna have a late movie night." Patton grabbed his things, walking off faster than he really meant to. He wanted to get home fast so he could just hide from the living for a while, so he didn't quite pay attention to his surroundings.
#Sanders Sides Big Bang 2022#sanders sides#patton sanders#remus sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#intruality#prinxiety#loceit#remile#sanders sides au#sanders sides writing
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Lately I feel ridiculous for worrying about the things I worry about in my life, with the genocide in Palestine going on. It fades in and out of my consciousness depending on how busy work it / how much I am following the news / etc. But obviously to be at the point of "university students and professors being rounded up and hauled off in handcuffs as if they're hardened criminals, for engaging in public protest" is an obnoxious and heart-breaking red flag. I admire their courage even as I deplore the circumstances that led us to this point (and I try to keep an eye out for reputable bail funds etc. to donate to, in the meantime.)
I read a tweet yesterday about the importance of the protest movement which, as I write this, is currently sweeping through American universities. Even though college students are young bourgeoisie in training, these protests are important because they disrupt (however provisionally) that social mechanism. It's difficult for me not to feel absurd reading discourse like that, sometimes. I'm a code monkey with 3 years' experience after a nearly decade-long stint as a glorified junior PM at [totally different workplace / industry I avoid having to discuss in great detail if I don't have to.] Today, I spent an hour chatting with a professional coach (complements of my employer's benefits package) about how scared I am that I am alienating my teammates by spending too much time sitting by myself away from them, to focus deeply on their PR's. And how I might proactively address that while reminding them that they're always welcome to reach out to me, even if they can't find me right away. Relationship management and all of that good stuff. And I am genuinely glad I reached out, even if just to get an external take on the situation.
But, I don't know. Doesn't that go right to what that tweet was saying? Isn't what I'm doing, in a way, incredibly neurotic and bourgeois and neurotically bourgeois? I tend to view it as practical problem-solving (it has been the work of my late 20's - 30's thus far to adopt a more object-level attitude about my daily life and the challenges which I face in it.) But it's hard not to feel like accounts of the college protest movement, and its importance, along those lines just hold up a mirror reflecting uncomfortably back on me how "bourgeois" I've let my daily concerns become. Like, coming out of college, you never think you're going to end up just another Working Stiff, with the concerns and the hang-ups that Working Stiffs have, until you blink and then one day you just are, and you just do.
(I certainly don't feel bourgeois when I compare myself to how materially or financially oriented some of my coworkers are and how they carry themselves, and what they choose to prioritize in their conversations and life choices, but that's another matter entirely.)
I know this isn't about me. I know there's Bigger Shit going on. Whatever. It still matters to me that here, at objectively the best job I've ever had, I don't let my old patterns rear their ugly head in times of stress and start pushing away my teammates, who, sincerely, I admire and value as people the more I get to know them. If it's bourgeois to care about making my working life suck a little less then I'm bourgeois.
So are the professors (the few but incredibly fucking brave professors) sticking their necks out for their students and joining them on the ground. Paid their dues, went through the system and everything. Doesn't matter. Didn't spare them from being handled like pond scum by the stormtroopers being sent to "address" the "situation." It's a Friday after our third week back in the physical office. I'm tired.
#personal#israel#palestine#<- hey 'israel' and 'palestine' are content warnings not actual labels of what's in this post#I'm mostly just venting#please don't read this post to become better informed about geopolitical events in the Middle East!#that's not what this is for!#thank you!
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Cis the Teeth Monster
aka this is the post about my teeth lol
Since I extended my hiatus, I didn't really get a chance to chat about my tooth surgery. I figured, why not make a post about it?
To keep things nice and fun, I won't show a picture of my teeth even though I want to. I don't want to gross people out, and I genuinely don't want to start spiraling about someone being able to identify me based on a photo of my pulled teeth.
So here just image little boxes where two of them have two full teeth, and one with shards of teeth. Two of the three boxes have pretty bloody specimens. There you go. Imagination is fun.
To start things off, I was born with the gift (curse?) of having extra wisdoms. 6 total, 3 on each side. As you can imagine, they all can't fit in my mouth, so they gotta get out of there.
I got the left side done years ago--I think I was either in college or just starting. It took a good solid hour, and I was able to come home with two of my teeth, as one had to be drilled into bits to be properly pulled out. Fun times. Because the surgery cost an arm and a leg, my family decided to wait until the right side started hurting before getting another surgery done.
Fast forward!!! To the now!!!
Probably around late February, I started experiencing some mouth pain. I figured I ate on something funny (I have a deep love for pretzels and those bastards can be hard as hell) and just took a pain killer and went on with my life. It was when I woke up from a TERRIBLE mouth ache that I realized.....it was time....to go back...for round 2.
Doc gave me some interesting news:
I have a lot of teeth (I already knew that)
The sharp pain I felt were my wisdom teeth growing on and hitting my nerve (I did not know that)
Taking them out was going to be a pain (I thought I knew that, but boy was I wrong)
After setting the date for the surgery, I did what any normal person would do--eat every crunchy thing imaginable, eat all of the sweets, and stream the ending of Our Life 1.
And then the day was upon us. Surgery day.
You want to guess how long the surgery took? Don't worry, I'm going to put a keep reading bar so it should (in theory) cover the rest of the story up. Think really long and hard on how long surgery took me.
Did you guess *4 hours*?
If you did, you win the knowledge of how long I was awake hearing drilling and crunching inside my mouth! Whooo! Winning is everything!!!
Needless to say, I was mentally and physically checked out at the end of it. Even now I can barely really remember how gone I was. I just remember feel very sorry for myself, and very ready to sleep for like five days.
The healing process was how you can imagine it, long and tiring. Constant pill taking--and because I couldn't feel my face or swallow very well, my medicine had to be smashed to powder so i can actually take it. i unfortunately had to get very familiar with the extremely bitter taste of medicine. When I was telling my supervisors I would be out, I actually thought I could work after I was done with my surgery but MAN I was like so out of it. By the end of the week I was able to like come back to myself. Even when I could pop into work for a little bit, it wasn't for a long time. After a week and a half or so, I was able to take the stitches out. And as of today 4/9/24, I have all of them officially out because my dentist forgot to take out one last stitch lol
So, there you go! My teeth journey! All of my wisdoms are out, but I have 5 (4 and some shards I guess) with me! I wanted to keep my teeth because it is kinda rare to have more than normal, and I wanted a souvenir from the surgeries. But keeping them in their little containers is kinda drab for me so I'm planning to make a necklace out of them!
I have a loose idea of what I want to do--the teeth are going to be painted black, and I'm thinking putting the shards in a resin mold to make a pendant out of them....I have a lot ideas in my head.
I was thinking of capturing the process of my teeth necklace! As this blog is more for showing the human behind the streamer persona, there's nothing more personal than seeing a necklace made out of said streamer's teeth lololol
I'm currently working on a quilt for my mom right now so it will probably be my summer project! Tune in to the progress in the future!
Thanks for reading about my teeth~ Seeeee youuu next timeee
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Hcs on how would Stannis/Sandor/Roose act with their toddle/baby? What if they had to take care of them for the day for one reason or another.
ok anon i know u only requested 3 characters but pls understand i am baby crazy + i wanna write for my favs i dont get to write often so pls take my emotion dump .......... ill put ur requests at the front
Stannis
He's uncomfortable about being left with a baby, but he knows you're exhausted and deserve the free time. So, he dutifully sets out to take care of this baby. Somehow.
Even if his kiddo is easy as can be, only waking up to eat and going right to sleep, Stannis is fretting. He keeps them close to his desk, but it's hard to focus on work when he keeps glancing over, anticipating something. Regardless if the child is crying or looking around or sleeping, he thinks something is off. The baby suddenly opening his eyes and smiling at him gives Stannis some comfort, though.
A toddler is much more effort. Stannis brings in the boy's favorite toys and his plush stag, but the child knows something is different today. He's wholly interested in Stannis, resulting in the stoic man having to carry the kid around while he does his rounds around Dragonstone or King's Landing. Stannis gets a bit flustered when people coo over his son and tease him about getting "stuck" with babysitting. Stannis grunts he's the father, so it's not that unreasonable, and tries to get on with his job.
He talks to his kid like a little adult, seriously explaining the things around the castle, who this person is, what that room is used for. Stannis will never "fawn" or coo over his child. Whenever the tot reaches for something of interest, Stannis brings him over to examine it.
Stannis is the type to know exactly what comforts his kiddo, so he carries that along with him. As soon as the toddler starts fussing because he's tired and overwhelmed, Stannis hands him the oversized black stag and quickly goes back to their room. If the child is displaying signs of being "different" - as in, probably neuroatypical, Stannis picks it up quickly and tries to accommodate him best as he can. This is Westeros, so he only has so much knowledge and resources, but he's more aware and considerate than others.
In the end, he didn't get much done today. When you come back, he reports all the things he and the baby did. He doesn't know why you're looking at him so softly and giving him lots of kisses, but he won't complain about it.
Sandor
Sandor grumbles and rolls his eyes, but he takes the kid. Sandor is pretty awkward with the baby, but at least he's not terrified of "breaking" it. You've already showed him how to care for her, so he knows what to do, he's just prone to fumbling and making a mess. Even if the baby is perfectly well-mannered and sleeps all day, Sandor doesn't want to leave them alone. He ends up staying in the house and doing chores in there so he's not too far off.
A toddler is much easier to care for. Sandor just straps the tot to his back and goes about his chores on your shared farm. When he stops for a break, he lets the kid out and watches them run around and play.
It's .. actually not bad. Sandor still thinks you do a better job, and figures the kid likes you more. He thinks this even as his toddler comes back with bunch of flowers and he lets her stick them in his hair. He answers whatever questions and babbling she has with his usual sass and... colorful language, and gods know she gets away with a lot. By the end of the day, she's got a big ouchie on her leg, a stomach full of berries she foraged and her hair is covered in leaves and twigs. She won't stop happily babbling about the fun day she had with her father, though.
When he brings her into town, everyone is cooing over the cute baby and the big, gruff man she's tied to. Sandor tries to get away from the townspeople, but he so rarely visits without you, and he's a bit of a mysterious, scary figure... made totally unintimidating by the giggling kid he's got strapped to his chest.
... That's if you find them awake! When you get home, Sandor and your kiddo are probably passed out by the hearth. It's adorable. When he wakes up, Sandor grumbles about you leaving him alone with the kid, even as she's passed out on him and he's still cradling her. Yeah okay buddy.
Roose
He's annoyed, because there's clearly a nurse who can take care of the babe, but he also picks his battles with you. If you're sleep deprived, pissed off and in clear need of a break, he'll do it.
Which is to say, Roose simply has the bassinet moved to his office. He keeps the babe close at hand while he catches up on some work and letters. He's definitely not the sort to walk around the Dreadfort with a child in his arms. When the baby needs something, he takes care of it. There's little smiling or warmth here. It's easy if the baby just sleeps most of the time. If it's awake and becomes more distressed at being ignored, Roose begrudgingly holds it while continuing his writing.
For a toddler, he's still not going to cart them around the Dreadfort, nor will he just let them go off and play. So, he does the same thing - A day with dad means Roose sitting at his desk and some toys being strewn about the room for the kiddo to play with.
Naturally, a toddler will get bored from this arrangement. So Roose will allow them up on his knee and will answer whatever silly questions they have. This might be the only time his kid will be in his lap - he definitely won't indulge them when they're older and "should know better".
Yeah, he's not a terribly affectionate father. Though he's interested if the child is clearly intelligent, like if they're trying to talk to him, figure out what he's doing, or they're incredibly absorbed in whatever toy they have. Roose is more willing to indulge their curiosity, especially if this is his heir.
When you're ready to take your child back, you can definitely give Roose a talking to about being so cold. A young one needs love and warmth, but you're talking to a man who had neither when he was growing up. Honestly, he's better at the whole parenting thing when you're around. It's hard for Roose to remain distant and impassive when you're snuggling and praising his heir. He won't ever admit to it, but watching you both gives him a very warm feeling.
Ned
He's more than pleased to take over the childcare for today - Ned knows you need a break, and he's done it before. If your child is still a babe, Ned doesn't want to be away from them for too long. He brings them into his office, refuses visitors for the day and tries to catch up on some paperwork while constantly getting distracted by every coo he hears. When the baby needs something, Ned easily takes care of them and keeps them in his arms for a while longer, even if it makes writing awkward.
He's pleased whenever Robb, Jon or any of the other children come by to peek at the baby. It's doubtful they'll pay attention for that long, but Ned thinks it's important they ought to say hello to their new sibling.
A toddler whose moving around and more active means Ned can can them with him while he's going about his duties. He gladly brings the tot around Winterfell as he speaks to men and visits with a lord or two. He's a bit shy when they comment on how much the child looks like him - or the praise about having a son, and polite comments on having a daughter. Once all that is done with, he can finally show the child around Winterfell and watch their eyes light up as they look at the tall towers and huge walls.
Once the child is (finally) tired, Ned quietly brings them back inside. If the other young ones (Arya/Bran/Rickon etc) he tucks them in together. Help, he's dying from domestic happiness. Ned didn't think he'd have such a family.
Jorah
Jorah is more than happy to take the kiddo off your hands for a day - if he's the father, this is already something he's done several times. If the child isn't his, he's honored that you trust him so much! He promises to protect the baby and take good care of them. You probably aren't thinking about it that seriously, but his heart is in the right place.
He loves holding your kiddo and smiling and talking to them while he (attempts to) get things done. Eventually he just ties the baby to his chest like he's seen some Essosi women do. Jorah is the sort to respond to every babble they have, talking to them but moreso to himself. He wouldn't carry the baby everywhere if it was a fussy or sensitive type, though.
He's probably a little too coddling for a baby - some more affectionate kids might like it, but more stand-offish babies might be bothered by his constant holding. At least Jorah gets the memo and puts them down when they're fussing. When the baby is in their bassinet, he hangs up some pretty charms for good health and long life the Dothraki women made. Anytime he finds a new one, he ties it up.
With all his patience, Jorah is excellent at caring for a toddler. He knows to bring a toy they like and keeps them up on his shoulders while he walks around the markets, showing them the different sights. He tells the child lots of new words, even if they won't remember it all. Maybe something will stick. When your kiddo starts getting sleepy and fussy, Jorah ties them on his back like he did when they were a babe.
He really can't resist buying a toy or soft blanket the kiddo points at... It's just one! It's not like he does this all the time - well, last time was only a week ago. And Jorah was by himself. So it doesn't count.
When you come back, your kiddo is exhausted and fast sleep, but Jorah is beaming. He had a great time and he volunteers himself anytime you need a break from the toddler. If you both are together, he wants lots of snuggles because he's just so full of love. He had a great day and he's so lucky to have you and your child.
Victarion
... You want him to do what?
Even after you've handed him the baby, given him instructions and walked off, Victarion still stands there. Holding it. Looking at it. Even when this is his child too, and even after you've given him direction, he's stumped. You... want him to look after the babe? You actually think he can? ... Isn't there a thrall that can do this job?
He tries to pawn the baby off to Yara, who just laughs in his face and tells him to figure it out. If he's truly hopeless, she might lend a hand, but it's his damn kid. You should've made him look after her a while ago.
Normally a rough man, Victarion holds the baby like she's made of nothing but glass. He doesn't want to admit to himself how scared he is of dropping her or squeezing her too hard. A toddler is somewhat easier as she would actually like getting scooped up - a baby doesn't not appreciate that sudden movement.
Having no idea what's an appropriate activity for a toddler, the Ironborn would just lift the toddler by her collar, put her on his shoulder and go off. He'd train his men and bark orders while your daughter sat on his shoulder, watching everything with interest. Occasionally pulling at his long hair, and then he'd tell her to stop. Like... she's understands what he's saying. At some point he handed her an old knife to distract her. It's shiny. And it's dull. She'll be fine. If she cuts herself, it'll be an important lesson.
When she (weakly) throws it at someone, he finally laughs and gives it back to her. This is the first laugh/smile your little one has gotten from Victarion, so hell yeah she's gonna throw it again.
You're surprised by the good mood Victarion is in when he gives your baby back. And she's giggling, too, and she's in one piece. Well, that's surprising. It isn't until days later when you hear about how he let her have some ale, gave her a small training axe, set her on the bow of a ship to show her the ocean ...
Arianne
Babysitting duty! You apologize to Arianne and tell her she really doesn't have to, but she wants to. By this point she has quite a crush on you, and your kid is adorable, so this is a win-win. She gets your favor and she gets to carry around a cute little tot.
It can't be that hard, right? The babe is always so well-behaved with you. If it's a baby, she might actually be kind of bored... He mostly just sleeps in his bassinet, and sometimes she has to get up to feed him or listen to him babble. ... I mean, she should be grateful, but... You always look so cute cooing over him, maybe he just doesn't like her ...
But when you get back, you're beaming and thanking her, telling her he's so happy. Well, if you say so!
Arianne more engaged with a toddler. She'll gladly take him around Sunspear, showing him the shiny armor of the guards, the beautiful tapestries hanging from the walls, the big lion skin rug in her favorite parlor. She loves how much his eyes brighten and he babbles and points. He's so much like you, she's dying from cuteness.
Admittedly, she panics a bit when he starts scrunching up his face and fussing. She's had experience with young ones, but her mind draws a blank as she tries to soothe him. She remembers that babies can get overwhelmed, so she takes him to a quiet room until he's calm. There, this isn't so hard. But then he starts asking for his mama and getting upset that she's not there...
By the time you return, Arianne is relieved. She had fun, but she's exhausted. And her ears are sore from him yanking on her earrings.
Brynden
It's not like you ask for this favor often, so Brynden is willing to help you out. Especially if you're a widow, he really can't turn you down. He tells you to take your time, he's familiar with children.
And he is! Brynden isn't worried about holding a babe wrong or dealing with a toddler's endless questions. He was basically a second parent to his nieces and nephew when Minisa passed, and he easily reverts back to caretaking.
While most men would grumble about a baby or hold it improperly, Brynden calmly carries her around, takes care of her when she needs something, and goes back to whatever he was doing. He doesn't forget to smile at her and talk to her about this or that. He has such a gentle way of speaking to children.
A toddler is definitely interesting. Brynden will put her on his shoulders and take her to see the horses, the knights training, the people going in and out of the feast hall. He talks to his men as if there isn't a child pulling at his ears. If something gets her attention, Brynden will take the girl there and explain to her what she's looking at. She doesn't understand now, but she will later.
If the children was his own, Brynden might be a little shyer about showing her off to everyone. He'd still walk her around the Eyrie, but when there's less people. He just spent so long going on about how he'd never marry or have kids, and now look at him.
When it's time to pick your little one up, Brynden clearly had a fun day. He's usually busy with guarding the Bloody Gate or the Eyrie, but the old knight will absolutely help you out again if he can.
Yara
Noooooooo. She can't hide her grimace when you hand her the baby. Yara will do the babysitting, because she knows you're exhausted and you deserve it, and she doesn't want to toss the kid off on some thrall... But what does she know about babies? She's made a point to not have any, and avoid caring for them. This kid is lucky he's your's.
She's positive the Drowned God cares little for babes and whether they cry or not, but Yara is thanking him anyway when your baby just sleeps through most of the day. All she's had to do is feed him and change him a few times. She knows he's not always like that, so maybe the little bastard decided to be nice to Aunty Yara. Isn't she lucky?
If he's crying and fussing, well ... Yara will get through it, but when you're back, she hands him back with an exhausted sigh. She is never having children.
A toddler is both easier to manage and a little harder. On one hand, the tot is always running off and wanting to mess with everything. Yara talks to him like a person, not bothering with the babytalk, because she knows he actually listens. When he tries to pick up something he shouldn't have, she tries to replace it with a toy or ... a cool looking stick. A smooth rock. Anything.
He can be pretty funny, though. When she's carrying him around and people try to give her shit, she just points at them and your son launches his rock right at them. She gives him an approving kiss on the forehead and hands him more. When he repeats something he heard her sailors say, he says it with such enthusiasm she can't help but laugh. (At least she's not giving him weapons or alcohol, Victarion)
When she gives your toddler back, she's less tired, a little more amused, but still pretty over it. Yara is better with older kids; the ones that are still crying and using diapers are a bit too much. She prefers when it's the three of you together.
#i wont apologize for myself lmao#stannis baratheon x reader#sandor clegane x reader#roose bolton x reader#ned stark x reader#victarion greyjoy x reader#arianne martell x reader#brynden tully x reader#jorah mormont x reader#yara greyjoy x reader
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for 150 prompts: 42. how have you survived this long by yourself? for geraskier 💛
Thank you for this <3 I got inspired by the posts going round pointing out that Jaskier eats and drinks everything he can get his hands on, so... it kind of turned out that way. I hope you enjoy it <3
(Feel free to reqeuest something, here are soem prompt lists but if you find anything else that’s perfectly fine as well <3)
Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier (Geraskier)
Word Count: 1332
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He hadn't planned on this, had never thought that he would let that bard tag along, but here they were, still together on the road. The singer had been following him like a lost puppy at first and Geralt had told him that he didn't need anyone, more than once, but somehow, Jaskier had still stayed by his side. And Geralt had somehow accepted it. In the beginning, it had been annoying, his constant chatter and singing to fill the silence, so that he'd zoned out every now and then, only answering with a Hmm when Jaskier had asked him whether he was listening. Somewhere down the road, Geralt had grown accustomed to it, and now, he even missed it, when Jaskier wasn't around. When they parted ways for the winter, when Kaer Morhen somehow felt so... quiet even though there were enough people to talk to, banter with, enough time to catch up on everything they'd seen and done, when they hadn't been together. And while he loved being home, with his family, getting some much needed rest, he was always happy, when he met up with Jaskier again – and to see him alive.
Geralt couldn't even count the times he'd saved the bards arse, and he didn't care to start counting. Somehow... Jaskier seemed to draw danger towards himself, or maybe it was just his behaviour. Because most of the time, Geralt didn't have to protect him from some kind of monster or get him out of harm's way, no, it was mostly some nobleman that ran after him, because he'd gotten himself involved with the wrong women. When it came to men, there usually wasn't a problem, but when Jaskier shared the bed – or whatever place, Geralt rather didn't want to know – with a woman, it usually led to trouble. Most of them were married, engaged, and Jaskier simply didn't draw boundaries, no matter how many men chased after him. In the end, Geralt had always managed to get him out of trouble, though he didn't know how the bard managed to do it by himself.
That was why he always breathed a sigh of relief when he found Jaskier unharmed in the new year. A scratch or two, but apart from that, he was fine.
They'd been travelling together for about a week again now, after their ways had parted for a job on Geralt's side, but now they were moving on together, actually just leaving the town, when they heard someone yell Jaskier's name behind them.
“Bollocks,” the bard said more to himself and bit his bottom lip hard. He knew that voice, Geralt could tell, so he simply raised an eyebrow at Jaskier. “Not exactly a fan of mine...” An apologetic smile appeared on the bard's lips, while he started walking faster, pretending to not have heard the man.
“Yeah... I can tell.” Geralt looked over his shoulder, seeing the man running after them now, face red from anger. He didn't know what exactly Jaskier had done, and he rather didn't want to know. “Come on.” He held his arm down from Roach so that Jaskier could grab it and hop on as well. Geralt positioned him in front of himself and started galloping away with Roach. He wasn't in the mood for another confrontation, so running away it was for today. He was rather the person to fight than flee, but today, he was just tired, he wanted some rest, and not some villagers coming after them with torches, just because Jaskier couldn't keep it in his pants.
Once they were a good couple of miles away from the village, Geralt found a spot where they could set up camp. They wouldn't make it to the next village before nightfall, and it was rather pleasant outside, so that sleeping here would be just fine.
“He thinks I broke his daughter's heart,” Jaskier said once they were settled, whereas there had been silence between the two men up until now. Geralt simply answered with a grunt. Really, he didn't need to know. “I didn't even touch her, I don't know why he thinks that.”
“Maybe because your reputation precedes you, Jaskier.” The face of utter shock nearly made Geralt laugh, because he looked so ridiculous right there and then. “Don't act so shocked. It's true, isn't it?”
“Well...” Jaskier rubbed the back of his neck, before he looked sheepishly at the Witcher. “I can't deny that I have that kind of reputation, you're right.” And Geralt had come to hate that reputation, or rather the truth behind it. At first it hadn't bothered him, but by now, it somehow did. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that it was the jealousy burning in his chest whenever Jaskier vanished with a person and came back the next morning, but it couldn't be jealousy. No. Maybe that was why he laughed it off, mocked Jaskier even a little bit as to not show his real feelings. Feelings he wasn't even sure of himself, because it was all so confusing.
“But this time, nothing happened. I just ended up composing music till late in the night.” Jaskier looked around picking some berries from the bushes next to their campsite.
“You don't owe me an explanation, Jaskier. It's your life.” Though Geralt wanted to know, even if it hurt hearing him talk about whomever he'd bedded the night before. It was better than not knowing and just assuming, but he wouldn't come right out and say it like that. After all... it really was Jaskier's life and none of Geralt's business, right? Right.
“Oh... okay.” Did he sound a tad disappointed? Or was that just Geralt's imagination? He couldn't think about this right now, didn't even want to think about it. “Mhh these are delicious!” Jaskier pulled Geralt right back into the here and now, speaking with his mouth full of berries.
“What are you eating there?” Immediately alarmed, Geralt crossed the distance to the bard and looked at what he was holding in his hands. “Spit them out! NOW!” The fear in his voice was evident, so Jaskier complied and spit the berries out, not sure what was going on. The next moment, he was handed a flask by Geralt and told to drink up. He'd never seen Geralt this agitated before when he wasn't facing a monster of some sort.
“Okay, I did it. What's going on?” Oblivious to what had nearly happened, Jaskier looked at Geralt in confusion.
“How have you survived this long by yourself?” Geralt asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation. When his eyes landed on Jaskier, the bard was still looking at him in utter confusion. “Those berries are highly poisonous! You could have died, Jaskier!” And he didn't even want to start talking about all the people who wanted his head or his balls handed to them on a platter, because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Geralt was angry, really angry, especially when he thought about that. And Jaskier realised it.
“I'm sorry,” he eventually said, making Geralt turn his way again. For a moment he hesitated, before he stepped up to the Witcher and put his hand an Geralt's arm, hoping to calm him down like this, and it worked just like magic. The tension in his shoulders eased, the angry face vanished, but he still looked tired. “Good thing I have you to watch over me, eh?” He tried to lighten the mood with this, but it didn't work as well as he'd hoped.
“Guess, I can't leave you alone for the winter anymore,” the Witcher said shaking his head. He couldn't risk losing him like this, because he accidentally poisoned himself or got stabbed by a jealous husband of some sort. In addition, he could maybe get him to stay away from that kind of danger altogether. Completely selfless of course.
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ENDLESS - ♯choi yeonjun
PAIRING : choi yeonjun x reader
GENRE : ANGST , slight fluff (?) like 0.5%
WARNING : this is a work of fiction anything mention about the character involve are PURELY MADE UP , emotion manipulation (?) , descriptive emotion , swearing , cheating
SYNOPSIS : "we're just friends" little did he know, y/n knows the truth.
OTHERS : include of other idols & oc, the story is not a long one shot its more of the main event skipping until the present time.
"you know i love you right?" yeonjun whispered while stroking your hair softly, cuddle up on the couch together.
you hummed in respond, deep down in your heart, you know he went to her place before he came over. breathing in the smell of her perfume that is painted all over him.
you know that even if you talk about it, yeonjun will keep emphasising they are 'just friends' constantly, you've been through this talk so often to the point that you have given up worrying about her existence. but instead coping with it yourself...
you love yeonjun so much that no matter what he does, even if it hurts you, you're willing to let it all go.
once again both of you are screaming at each other trying to see who is louder
"seriously beomgyu again?" yeonjun sounded pissed
"what about you constantly soojin, soojin, soojin, and that's all you know how to say, when we're together" you look back at him
"for fuck sake y/n, why can't you understand soojin is just a friend stop worrying about it" he shouted again, your heart clenches just holding in your tearz
"i didn't even say anything about your re— no never mind." you were about to retaliate the reply
"i just wanted more time with you" mumbled softly holding in your tears looking down not knowing if he heard your or not.
he stood there looking at you when his phone rang, he looked at the id caller and picked up, and you're just watching his every move
"oh hey whats up?" "i will be there asap" just two sentences only "im leaving" he lets you know and just take his hoodie and car key and left instantly not even checking up on you.
he really left...
"just fucking drop him" beomgyu said as he comfort you with your best friend yeeun
"you don't get it, i can't" the continuous sobbing from you as all of you walk along the pavement of han river park.
"you can do this y/n" yeeun whisper as she pat your back while you were still crying
what would you do without beomgyu and yeeun, constantly being there for you. the fact beomgyu and yeonjun are best friend as well...
"hey, y/n, i just want you to know if it ever gets too hard just know you are not alone" yeeun said while walking towards your apartment with beomgyu
"thank you..." was the last word for the night
some nights were different, but those some nights became a daily routine each day goes by you get more numb but each night you cry too...
he doesn't come by often anymore, maybe once a week but he do leave in less than an hour or two. you could tell from all the excuses he gives you it can go as far to made up lies such as "beomgyu asked me to fetch him home" "soobin forgot his keys" "taehyun left his gloves i need to bring"
"kai asked me to get him panadol he is having bad headache sorry i gotta go, love you babe" tonight was no different, he left so quickly.
but its amazing how he left his phone at your coach, you hold on to his phone debating to unlock it or not to. curiosity gets the best of you, you slide and key in the password he told you before.
'wrong password' he changed it
the phone vibrates the notifications pops up
soojin: i love you too
soojin: but i've reached dalkkom
soojin: im at the corner table see you <3
your heart clenches, so bad when you heard a knock. you walked towards and saw yeonjun as he let himself in and just retrieved his phone and gave you a peck on your forehead then he left.
the extra miles he goes for her, but never once for you, he cared for you once but not anymore. and yet the endless time you gave in
"babe i missed you so much i've been so busy with uni lately" yeonjun hugged you tightly, with his other friends watching the both of you. the look on beomgyu face was so unreadable as though he wanted to flip yeonjun over
"also i asked a friend to tag alone, after all y/n would be the only girl and i was afraid she would feel uneasy so i got one of my friend to tag along" yeonjun added as he let go of you
"yeeun is coming??" beomgyu said in sarcasm knowing too damn well soojin would show up instead
"it's probably soojin" you mumbled out
"what?? who now??" kai and taehyun said in unison
the way all his friends knew about the situation but none of them dare to confront yeonjun. they promise to never let girls come inbetween them and that was the reason
"sorry im late!" a female voice spoke, you turn to look at her
she is everything you are not. insecurity hits, her long silky black hair, her pretty orbs and well shaped lips.
then again,
if he is happy so are you...
soobin could tell you look upset, but what hurt the most was seeing both yeonjun and soojin having fun while you were there broken.
he never looked at you not even once that day, just glued onto her.
its clear enough that he has slipped away from you, its so clear but yet you refused to believe.
"i don't get why is he holding on to you if its clear he loves her?? just what the flying fuck??" yeeun said, its been nearly a year since this whole incident happen
its insane how you manage to hold on even though you clearly know that you are not the one and will never be the one.
the first time yeeun send you a picture of them together at the arcade holding hands. that picture was pure evidence he loved her. its so clear and so loud that you are just a second option.
months goes by you lose yourself, for constantly loving him even though he wouldn't return the affection to you. you were lovesick and tired, you took your friends word in to consideration.
it happens so often, he never showed up to your birthday, or even wished you. you're tired and numb so numb to go through it. he stop texting everyday with excuses that is so bad.
heartbreak . you want to be happy you realise your worth
[next paragraph might be a little too dramatic or to descriptive of insecurity and emotion]
today is the day... (present)
"lets break up" you let out, while both of you were cuddling up to each other
he look at you in the eye all he see was vulnerability, he let go of you without saying much. he know too damn well what he did, but never once did he regret until today in the very couch in your living room.
"wait why? babe, are you okay?" he asked looking at you with concern, you looked at the hickey on his neck that you know he tried to hide and back to his face return a smile to him
"i've hold up for so long, i can't do this anymore" you told him, deep down you just wanted to scream out 'just kidding' . because the look on his face look so genuine and broken as though he really did love you, but you don't want him to go through all the pain
choi yeonjun please get an oscar award. the way he reacts to you, not wanting to let you go. your heart aches so much. you got up from the couch and took your phone.
"please don't let me give in again, i took so much courage to finally let you go" you were holding back your tears, as you unlock your phone to the picture yeeun send you.
it wasn't just one picture but an album? some from beomgyu and some from his very own roommate soobin. the look on his face was clear that he couldn't use the "we're just friends" reason anymore.
"y/n... how long" was all he let out. the picture shown were as long as 5-6 months ago. all he wants to know, was how could you still love a cheater for that long
"it doesn't matter, it never did." you mumbled loud enough for him to hear
"i love you, y/n i feel so bad, please give me a chance, i will change i swear i can't bear to lose you." the guilt in his voice, but apologising was never on his mind
its driving you insane, by the way he could say i love you so easily.
"god yeonjun, i hate you so fucking much, all the i love you, you know too damn well i would give in, why are you doing this to me?" you let out along with you tears, he just look at you all empty
"y/n..."
the more you look at him the more you want to give in
"my love for you was endless and i thought it ended i guess it never did. maybe i am not feeling well tonight" you gave in, and you hated it so much.
guess you couldnt leave him after all
"y/n, just let me explain" he tried to reason out
"there's nothing to explain but... what does she have!?" you really went ahead to compare yourself to her "maybe her long silky hair, or her petite figure maybe her big round eyes, or even he beautiful lips, she has it all yeonjun you don't have to explain because if i were you, i do fall for her too.."
looking at the nearest scissor you grab it, yeonjun was in utter shocked he tries to grab the scissors before you but its was too late
"y/n please don't, we can jus-" before he was about to finish the sentence you cut your hair "look i don't have long silky hair anymore am i still pretty?" then you proceeded to scratch yourself and your face making sure it has some marks for you to regret tomorrow "oh no my face-"
"FOR FUCK SAKE Y/N STOP CAN WE JUST TALK!?" he finally shouted, you flinched and look back at him with built up emotions
"NO WE CANT I WILL GIVE IN, I WILL HATE MYSELF JUST... , I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YEONJUN" you cried and scream out loud hoping her heard you loud enough maybe even your neighbour heard you out loud.
"y/n, im sorry" he walk towards you as he grab the scissors from your hand and he hugged you tight, its been so long since you felt this sincere feeling from him. and it hurts more than it felt good.
you pushed him away, and remove yourself from his embrace
"im going to sleep now, you can see yourself out" you left straight to your room. why just why you can never stop...
you looked up at the ceiling finally crying. cursing at yourself, he probably left to find soojin or even his friends for snitching on him. his move was so unpredictable too unexpected.
opening the door to your room he sat next to your bed. "y/n, it was a mistake i should never have taken you for granted im sorry. i love you i can't bare to lose you." pretending to be asleep not replying to whatever he says
he walked closer to you and gave a light peck on your forehead. you couldn't hold it in and tears fall, the guilt yeonjun felt was unbearable.
his phone buzz as he look down on to his phone and back to you, "i have to go and clean up the mess i've made" said looking at your "sleeping" figure
he stood up and right when he was about to leave, you grab his wrist instinctly
"the tightness in my chest, its so suffocating, but i love the feeling, because i know you're happy out there and having fun and that's what i want you to feel... to be happy, but if you really love me just let me go that's the least you could do"
he look at his wrist the one you are holding
"no y/n.." he really didn't want to let go his voice holds so much guilt,
"if its meant to be we will find our way back to each other again, i promise because i know i could never hate you even if you hurt me the most" you let go of his wrist finally.
he stood there looking at you for another minute or two and he finally left your room.
"maybe 1 more chance for change doesn't hurt at all"
even after all you have been through you still consider to put him above you.
a/n: i don't think it's my best but i will work on it, seems very rush but also sorry for spelling and english error as mention its not my first language;-;
#txt#txt imagine#txt imagines#txt yeonjun#yeonjun imagines#yeonjun x reader#txt x reader#txt scenarios#txt scenario#txt fanfic#txt ff#fanfic#kpop angst
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Starlet
Angel on Fire Chapter 3
John Shelby x reader
Word count: 2,308
Warnings: They're criminals guys, they do bad things.
(gif by @bonniebirddoesgifs)
John woke you up Saturday morning knocking at your door. You cracked open the door confused, looking a mess with your hair in every direction.
"I thought you said afternoon," you yawned as you leaned your temple on the doorframe. "It's ten in the morning."
"Late night out?" John laughed. "I've got biscuits if you've got tea."
"Come 'round then," you said as you opened the door to let him in before you closed the door and pointed him to the kitchen. "I need to change if you're sticking around. I'll get the kettle going in a moment."
"I'll start it," John said as his eyes flickered across your night slip. "Although I wouldn't mind you staying as is."
You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you walked toward your bedroom. A few steps down the hallway, you stretched your arms high, feeling the soft fabric raise up your thighs. You heard a soft groan behind you and looked over your shoulder to see John's eyes glued to your legs and ass while he bit his lip.
"John," you smiled. "Stop staring at my ass, John boy."
"Then stop teasing me, woman," he answered without looking up. "Are you sure you have to change? Maybe we could just stay here for the day instead. My plans aren't near as interesting as what's under that slip."
You reached your bedroom door and smiled at him at the end of the hallway before closing the door without an answer. You changed quickly into a simple but nice cotton dress, unsure of where John was wanting to take you, especially after he arrived so early. You tried to tame your hair as much as possible and look presentable.
When you went back into the kitchen, John had already found the cups and poured you both tea as well as had biscuits out waiting. He sat at your table and read the paper that he brought in from your step.
"You look comfortable," you said playfully as you sat down and took a biscuit.
John looked up from the paper and set it down, smiling as he looked you over.
"You clean up fast," he said. "Almost no time and you're a starlet again."
"I'm no Clara Bow," you laughed. "I did get the Blinders a good bit of money last night, though. I'm sure the boys were excited to report their earnings."
"I'm sure they were," John said as he leaned forward. "But how was your night? Did you enjoy it or were you just going through the motions?"
You sipped your tea, unsure how to answer. You hadn't been asked what you felt in a long time. Have you ever?
"I honestly don't know what I enjoy anymore," you shrugged. "I've been doing this so long."
"We should fix that," John said with a sad smile.
The rest of breakfast was smiles and small talk. It felt right to have John in your home sharing breakfast. Easy.
After you both had your fill, you got into his car and were on your way to your destination, wherever that was. You noticed quickly that John was heading out of town into the countryside. The sky was clear and promised a nice day. The ride was quiet, but comfortable. You couldn't help but gasp as John turned into a drive for a giant countryside house.
"Welcome to Arrow House," he chuckled as your mouth gaped. "Tommy said we had run off the land this morning. I thought it could be fun to wander the woods. Maybe teach you to shoot. Have a picnic midday?"
Your eyes couldn't leave the expanse of house in front of you, but you heard his door open and moments later he opened your door and took your hand.
"I know," he said as he lifted your hand and kissed it before he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I'll get you a tour. But let's go wander the woods first, love."
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Tommy's estate was massive. Soon you couldn't even see the house from where you walked hand in hand with John.
You talked and laughed, making fun of each other when you slipped and soon chasing each other through the woods like children.
"I'll catch you," John rumbled behind you.
You were both in a dead run dodging trees and rocks. You looked behind you and laughed as you reached a clearing and John scooped you up, spinning you both before he slipped and fell to the ground with you on his lap.
You both laughed, your face hiding in the crook of his neck as you tried to catch your breath. You grew embarrassed as his arms wrapped around you tighter and you felt a surge go through you.
"As much as I'm enjoying you this close," John said in your ear, making you shudder. "You'll have to look up some time."
You slowly pulled away from his neck to meet his eyes. They sparkled with amusement as he nodded his head to look behind you, helping you shuffle yourself around so you could see the blanket and basket that was ahead in the clearing another 30 feet.
"Bite to eat?" He asked as his nose grazed your ear. "I could always just…"
His voice trailed as he made a soft growling noise in your ear before he softly nipped it, earning a squeal as you jerked to hide your neck. You twisted in his lap again to glare at him half-heartedly. He chuckled.
"Alright then," he chuckled. "Let's go eat."
You got up, helping John up as well, and walked to the blanket and basket. John sat down and started to unload the food, letting you pick what you wanted first. You picked up a strawberry, taking a bite before deciding to tell him.
"You got the office hens clucking," you chastised playfully, pulling at the grass under your fingers at the edge of the blanket.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are on about," John chuckled, trying to look innocent as a smile creeped upon his face.
"I'm quite sure you do," you said, watching him closely. "Walking in wearing a man's coat was the highlight of their gossip week. And the fact it was so much bigger than say Finn or Isaiah," you drawled as he broke into a triumphant smile. "They nearly lost their minds trying to figure out who I was a trollop for the night before."
"Hmm," John said, failing to suppress his satisfaction. "So what will you tell them?"
"I think," you said as you leaned closer to him conspiratorially until your strawberry stained lips barely ghosted his. "I'll tell them that a nice gangster gave me his coat and took me home when I was stranded."
You looked up from his lips to his now cloudy blue eyes that were losing focus rapidly. You noticed him twitch in his skin, but he stayed still.
"I think you're playing the long game and trying to seduce me, John Shelby," you sigh, licking your lips and grazing your tongue against his in the process. "My only thought is, why do you want to seduce your little brother's bait girl?"
"I think at the moment, the bait girl is seducing me," John whispered, his voice gravelly with lust. "If I didn't know better I would say you were testing me."
"I'm not the only one with a reputation," you whispered as you trailed a hand up the buttons of his shirt. "And this isn't your normal dealings with women. Being a gentleman? Making a picnic? Unheard of for the great Shelby loverboy."
"It's not," John gulped as he cocked his eyebrow. "Would you rather I fuck you senseless and move on to the next?"
Your breath caught in your throat, and John's eyes brightened at the reaction.
"Or would you rather let me take my time, slow like?" He asked as he leaned his body into you. You nodded as his hand moved teasingly from your leg to your hip. "You have so many curves I could explore, memorize, please."
John gripped your hip, invoking a gasp from you that he mirrored as his eyes sparkled. His lips brushed yours as his tongue teased you to open your mouth. You lost yourself and closed your eyes as your mouth slacked to allow him entry.
"I could put the mask on and be that," John said as your eyes snapped open and you realized he had pulled away. "I could be the Shelby lover of that reputation and leave after one calling. But you're not the only one tired of wearing the mask."
"So what is your game, then?" You ask, biting your lip. "What do you see in me?"
John's eyes softened but he never broke eye contact.
"A kindred spirit," he said softly.
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After the picnic, John took your hand and led you over a hill to a stone wall with a rifle leaned against it.
"First a picnic miraculously placed in a clearing," you joke as you nudge him. "And now a gun leaned against a wall without an owner. My, aren't we lucky today."
John's ears turned pink.
"I might have asked Tommy's head maid, Mary, to enlist a stable boy for help."
He picked up the rifle, looking through the sights into the distance before handing it to you. He pulled a few bottles from behind the wall and set them up on the top.
"Now go about," he said as he led you farther away from the bottles, "here. And hold it like" he said as he moved behind you and guided you to hold the gun a specific way, "this. Now, close one eye and look through the little cross to aim. Take a deep breath and exhale when you are ready to shoot. Squeeze the trigger as you exhale, and be ready for the kick. Shotguns can bruise if you don't keep it in the crook of your arm."
You listened and felt John take a step back as you aimed at the first bottle and did what he had told you. When you exhaled, you squeezed the trigger until the rifle exploded in your hands and hit your shoulder hard. The air felt knocked out of you as the bottle exploded in front of you and John yipped excitedly.
"You got it!" He exclaimed. "Now do it again."
You quickly reloaded and took out the other bottles, looking back to see John's mouth agape.
"Dad taught me how to shoot when I was 8," you smiled.
"Then why did you let me take you out here to teach you?" John said incredulously.
"You seemed so excited," you shrugged. "It was cute."
John wiped his mouth.
"Cigars and shooting," he muttered. "Polly aughta love you."
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"Let's get you that tour," John said, spinning you in circles in front of him.
It was almost evening now and you both had wandered, shot, and talked to your heart's content. John was easy to be around.
He took you into the house and wandered it's halls, giving you fake histories of all of the rooms. In one of the spare rooms, the queen of england had begged Tommy for help with her unruly child. In another, the Blinders had made a truce with a warring family then cut off their heads. In yet another, Arthur had lost his virginity just last month.
You turned to John and kissed him, making him freeze mid-story as you hugged him.
"Thank you for today," you said as you kissed him again and tucked your head into his shoulder. "It's been such a good day."
"It doesn't have to end," he smiled his lazy smile. "I want to make every day a good day."
After that, you both snuck kisses in conversations, in rooms, in John's fake history lessons. You had kissed in nearly every nook and cranny by the time he had led you downstairs.
As you reached the entryway, a car full of boys pulled into the drive and John scowled.
"Stay right here," John said as he let go of your hand. "I'll see what they want."
You waited in the entrance, awkward and looking around at the decor. The sun was beginning to fade on the horizon.
"Decided you were done with the boys and wanted to try a general, eh?"
The voice appeared from a hall you hadn't noticed tucked away. Tommy's eyes flashed between amused and annoyed at your presence.
"Excuse me?"
"Girls aren't made for war," Tommy said suddenly, as if just realizing it. He looked out toward John talking to the car outside. "You're brilliant at mind games and tolerant of blood, but in the end it's the mess that bothers your sensibilities."
Tommy squinted at you, his cold eyes watching every twitch, every breath. He breathed in sharply.
"Just don't distract him from the war, yeah?" He sniffed as he patted your arm. "Women have an uncanny ability of changing a man's goals. Of causing blinding epiphanies that lead to ruin. So don't, yeah?"
"Yeah," you whispered.
Tommy left you, going outside to deal with his visitors.
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When John returned, he wrapped his arm around your waist.
"Tommy stopped to talk to you," John said with a frown. "What did he say?"
"He called you a general."
"S'pose I am," John said as he wrapped you closer to him and kissed the top of your head. "What else?"
"Nothing important," you said as you placed your hand on his chest and summed up a smile before you kissed him. John accepted your kiss with a frown.
"Doesn't sound like Tommy," he said. "He never talks unless he thinks it's important."
"He was just being polite, is all."
"That doesn't sound like Tommy, either," John chuffed, looking worriedly outside.
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Shinso x reader - Burning sensation
Fluff
Every morning at 7:00 you would meet shinso outside your dorm to head to school "Hey Hitoshi how ya doin this mornin" you asked sideling up to the boy who you had gotten to know quite well through your walks too and from school, and your time in class, and lunch, and training after school, you were never really away from each other actually. He took comfort in the time you spent together and you enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. It was pretty understandable why he didn't want to be friends, to begin with, but there was no way in hell you were letting the boy go through 3 years of school without any friends! So you made it your own personal mission to change his mind about you, and you were pretty chuffed when he actually stopped pushing you away yep this boat was firmly tied to the dock now. "I'm fine just tired" he was always tired.
The gleaming white windows of your school came into view lighting up the area around it like a child shining a magnifying glass on a bunch of tiny ants swarming to their colony. You nudged his side with your elbow getting his attention "SO I heard someone is getting transferred into the hero course next year!" you were so proud of him! This was his dream come true and he was finally getting his big opportunity "yeah it's pretty crazy" it was true he was more than thrilled to be joining the hero course but he felt like he was betraying you in some way, you should be in there with him! You were just as powerful if not more than he was. It didn't feel right leaving you "I can't believe it Hitoshi! I'm so happy for you, we should go get ice cream later to celebrate!" you walked through the door together weaving through the other people dotted around the corridor to reach your own classroom tucked away at the end . the thought hadn't even crossed your mind about how lonely you would be without Hitoshi, and it was coming up for the end of the year, you would have to cherish your time more than ever. "Ice cream sounds nice."
Th day went on rather uneventfully, thankfully it was lunch now so food was on the top of your mind "what should I get today?" you asked your lavender friend, you were determined to have everything on the menu at least once before you left school, you had quite a few options to go "what about a cappuccino and the udon?" it was pretty lucky he was keeping track of what you had and hadn't got yet otherwise you would never get close to finishing the challenge "you just want my cappuccino huh" you stepped up to the counter and ordered your food and drink which was ready in a flash thanks to lunch rush (give the dude some credit he does lunch for that entire school every day!) "maybe" he gave a lopsided grin and you rolled your eyes.
you both set off for a table near the back where you usually sat when a green-haired boy waving his arm caught your eye "hey Hitoshi is that one of your new classmates" you questioned gesturing to the freckled boy who was frantically trying to get his attention "oh yeah that's midoriya" he brushed off the topic and continued off to your table "hey wait you should go sit with them!" you called after the boy who groaned and span round his purple locks dangled in front of his eyes blocking his view fully but he could tell you weren't gonna let him leave. "but... why?" "because they're your classmates silly come on" you pulled him over to the table much to his dismay "h-hey shinso do you want to sit with us?" midoriya asked and everyone else at the table eyed him up like a flock of vultures inspecting there pray "can (y/n) sit too?" wait no what you weren't in that class why would you sit there? That was like... the top dog table right? "Of course!" oh well oh kay then guess you were one with the big leagues now. "Hi it's nice to meet you, I'm ururaka" she introduced herself with a big grin, you noticed she was holding her juice with 4 fingers and had pink pads in the middle of her fingertips "I'm (l/n) nice to meet you too" you sat down next to Hitoshi excited to make some new friends, maybe if you liked them he would like them more.
"So you and shinso are really good friends huh?" you nodded as you took a sip of your cappuccino and ultimately decided it was one of the less amazing things on the menu "yeah he's like my best friend and I'm pretty much his emotional support dog" you giggled and handed off the warm, bitter drink to him which he was more than happy to take off your hands "in all honesty she should be the one joining your class, daughter of the number 2 hero couldn't cut the hero programme" he teased and everyone else gasped "YOUR DAD IS HAWKS!" yep it was true you were the daughter of the number 2 hero hawks and someone else?? Mum didn't stick around long, your quirk was a little HOT TO HANDLE (roll with it) "what's your quirk! Can you show us!" midoriya begged from across the table which Hitoshi was not happy about he didn't like it when people gave you more attention than he did "um no I definitely cannot show you! But I can tell you what it iss" you sang and the boy grabbed a pencil and notepad out his bag "uh it's called Pheonix I have retractable wings... made of blue fire... and I can fly and shoot the feathers and I have the feather blades like dad and all that jazz" "she also has the same dumb personality" Hitoshi added and you gasped looking at him hurt "don't talk about my dad like that he loves you" he did actually like Hitoshi a surprising amount and you were pretty convinced he shipped you like a 15-year-old girl watching 2 boys in an anime about superheroes (-_-)
"But if your dad is the number 2 hero how come you aren't in the hero course" ouch. You gripped your chopsticks harshly "some bitch thought it would be funny to knock me out during the entrance exam and it was too late to get me in by recommendation" the chopsticks snapped splintering off into a bunch of smaller pieces. The lively nature of the cafe suddenly turned to one of concern when 2 mini puffs of thick smoke filtered out from the back of your blazer blanketing the roof and the smell of burning fabric infiltrated your noses "your burning" Hitoshi said from beside you "OH sorry sorry I didn't notice" you said and started to calm yourself down by stealing Hitoshi's lemonade "you must be upset about having to be in different classes after the new year" the boy with the bird head said. Well yeah but he wouldn't be leaving you completely, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could start Hitoshi started "I don't intend on letting her go half a year alone in that class, either she moves up or I go back down" he grit his teeth at the thought of you being alone in that class by yourself, and if it meant he had to give up his dream of being in the hero course he would. You smiled and then sighed when you realised you couldn't finish your udon since your chopsticks had transformed into toothpicks.
Ah yes, finally the end of the day. You and Hitoshi walked out of the nicely air-conditioned school into the dry blistering heat of the outside world "oh god whyyy" you cried and shook your fist at the sun then immediately regretted it as a bunch of white spots danced around in your eyes (FUN FACT THOSE ARE CALLED PHOSPHENES. Y'know, like phosphor) "so ice cream" you stumbled around trying to your friends and jumped when he put his hands on the back of your shoulders "just keep walking dummy" he said and you did so until you gained your sight back. "It's such a hot day this is evil" you crossed your arms angrily as you made your way to your house since you had decided to get changed before you got ice cream so that the sweltering heat didn't melt you both to a puddle of sweat and ew (THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING WITH OKAY).
"HEY DAD ARE YOU HOME?" you shouted into the house and a little red feather shot down to where you were standing "I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES THEN" you and shinso wandered up to your room dumping your bags with an audible thud "crop top and jeans?" you asked holding up your clothes and showing them off to Hitoshi "sure why not," he said and pulled out the bag of clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe that you kept there for him. "Vest and shorts?" he held up the clothes and you nodded and he descended down the hall to the bathroom waving to your dad as he went past. It was such a perfect day, it was too good to be overthinking little things like clothes or how lonely you would be without Hitoshi or what he meant when he said when he wasn't leaving you behind or how he really felt about you or- "how's my chicklet?" (hawk's most defining personality trait is that he likes chicken don't @me) your dad asked ruffling your hair "it is too hot to exist right now but Hitoshi and I are gonna get ice cream" you grinned and cracked open your window hoping a breeze would come through and cool you down a smidge. "Like a date?" "No dad it's not a date" "finneee have fun" he pouted and left you alone to get changed.
"Hey, Hitoshi what ice cream do you want?" you asked looking over the menu on the side of the truck that was parked in the park... "it's a vanilla day I think," you stepped up to the counter ordering your ice creams both with a flake obviously and sat on a cool metal bench which was hidden by the big weeping willow tree, it was your favourite spot in the whole park because it was always shady and the big tree made you feel like little kids again, you were so small in comparison and when the wind picked up the branches whipped around like a carousel and tangled together like a curtain to hide behind.
"hey you'll be okay in the class by yourself for a while right?" he asked and took a pit off his ice cream "I'll have to be won't I. I'm really proud of you you know that" you stole the flake that he was about to bite into and took a bite out of it letting the chocolate bit's fall off and land on your crop top melting almost instantly "I know. But I promise I'm gonna get you up there with me. You won the sports festival I don't know why they're taking me" (ROLL WITH IT) he stole your flake in retaliation and started eating his ice cream "because you deserve it stop doubting yourself" you preached. You listened to the cars drive by and the angry drivers honking at each other, in all fairness there were indicators for a reason. The bustling life of the city drowned out by the calm bubble surrounding the 2 of you "well you deserve it too (y/n)" he argued and you both burst into a fit of laughter knowing that it was almost impossible to be mad at each other and this wasn't even close to a reason.
"Hey I need to tell you something" he whispered taking a bite out of the sugary cone "oooh~ are you going to profess your undying love for me" you giggled not knowing what you were getting into in the next few minutes "yes... I am" ".....WHAT!" WELL, THIS TOOK A TURN "I like you. Like in a girlfriend type of way" he sighed when a big flake of his cone cracked and fell into the dirt under him "oh. This is unexpected" you whispered taking a bite out of your own cone getting crumbs down your top "if you don't feel the same it's okay I just wanted you to know" he pursed his lips and drew little circles in the dry dirt "no I do, I do feel the same I guess I just didn't realise I felt the same... does that make sense?" it probably didn't.
Of course, you felt the same, he had been your best friend for a while now so obviously you caught some feelings but you had never given them a title like, a crush or love or anything like that, they were just there. They would either go away or they wouldn't and now you were here. You were glad they hadn't "yeah it does" he smiled and the wind picked up a bit lacing the branches together to create th perfect veil as he leaned down and kissed you softly, it was nice and filled with love and admiration and your face turned soft pink and matched the heat of the sun beating down right now.
It didn't last long unfortunately as 2 pillars of smoke started coming out of your shirt and burning fabric once again took over your senses "NO NO NO NOT NOW COME ON" you shouted feeling the fabric separating on your back and you held the front of your crop top on your front "okay well we're gonna not do that for now" Hitoshi said calmy and you shot him a panicked glance gesturing to your unfortunate situation with your other hand. The back of your top fell off and you arched your back when it came into contact with the cold rugged bark of the willow tree "OKAY WELL NOT WALKING HOME LIKE THAT" he shouted and took off his vest throwing it to you and turning away.
You put it on quickly after you calmed down a bit and you weren't burning anything. "Okay you can turn around," you instructed focusing only on the branches in front of you "what not gonna look at me?" "nope" "why not?" you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue "because if I do this shirt will just burn off too and then we'll have to phone dad and get him to bring me a shirt and then he'll ask how I managed to burn two of my shirts off and then I have to listen to him go on and on like a 15-year-old girl about how he totally called that we would get together and then-" "alright I get it," he said putting his hand over your mouth 'well you just set yourself up for failure' you thought and licked his hand which he pulled back and wiped on your jeans "your gross" he chuckled and stood up wiping the dirt off his jeans and standing directly in your eye line putting his hand out to help you up. Which you didn't accept since you were rather busy ogling those goddamn washboard abs "well your not burning yet but you might be brain dead" he flicked your forehead and you shook your head slightly accepting his help up.
You started to walk home as the bright blue sky turned to a medley of tangerine and lavenders with pink brush strokes in between. "We should get ice cream more often," he said his honeyed voice cutting the silence held between you "I agree, we train so much we deserve it!" you exclaimed "you just wanna see me shirtless" he teased. It took every ounce of willpower you had to not burn the shirt off by accident but thankfully you didn't "pfft no. I want ice cream the shirtless thing doesn't have to be exclusively an ice cream thing" you pointed out nudging his shoulder with yours as your house got closer and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him like 2 magnets sticking to each other.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow Hitoshi," you said once you reached your door "yeah see you tomorrow," he said pecking your cheek and walking off down the road leaving you astonished at your door. "DAD YOUR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS" you screamed as you entered the house.
4 weeks later
"We have another student joining the hero course" the grumpy teacher announced and you bust into the 1-A classroom with your wings outstretched behind you "PUT THE GREMLIN BACK" shinso shouted from the back of the classroom "GO BACK UNDER THE BRIDGE YOU CAME FROM" you shouted back and took your seat next to him "dad wants to know if you're staying for dinner after training" you whispered, "yeah what are we having?" "chicken"
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