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changingplumbob · 8 months

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Knightstone Household: Chapter 6, Part 1

I know Silas starts as an infant here when he's a toddler on the Knightstone character page, but that's because I wrote this before I set about taking the photos. *flashbacks of leaving Twitter and finding the clean oceans of Spoutible*

Oh, also, my game is mostly maxis match. I wanted my aliens to look different so you'll see them around with alpha hair.

Paranoid sims, such as Suzanna, are aware they're living in a simulation.

Next up, the Knightstone household aka the aliens. Yes, it is time for me to again do battle with my great nemesis, modular shelving that disappears into household inventory. When I loaded in some plumbing was broken but I am NOT acknowledging it as an omen.

Suzanna is currently level 8 in the scientist career, but wants to reach level 10 as soon as possible so she can set up a portal to visit Sixam. Adam who is still dealing with his anger over being "left behind" in a human just wants to give the aliens a piece of his mind

Silas (who has made me even more obsessed with infants since the alien noises are 10x the normal cute) is a couple of days away from toddlerhood. For now he is a wiggly infant who hates wake up time and pulls the cutest pouts known to human or alien.

Adam: Okay starlight, time to rise and shine

Suzanna: Already?

Adam: Come on, we can't lie here forever

Suzanna: We could try

Adam: I need to make breakfast, the fridge is almost empty

Suzanna: Ever heard of cereal

Adam: Who knows what is in cereal really?

Suzanna gets the last bowl of food while Adam begins to cook. When she is finished she decides now is the time to have a proper conversation, he's more zen when he's cooking.

Suzanna: Adam?

Adam: Yes

Suzanna: I've been thinking, Silas will be a toddler soon

Adam: He will

Suzanna: I want to have another baby

Adam: We've talked about this

Suzanna: I know you don't want kids

Adam: It's adding to the alien agenda

Suzanna: We don't know if there is any alien agenda

Adam: How could there not be? They force humans to carry us to term

Adam: They are slowly building up our numbers here

Suzanna: Even if they are we don't know why

Adam: We know whoever is in charge is fine with leaving babies. Fine with having them figure out how to be aliens alone, on a world that constantly tries to uncover them

Suzanna: I know how we grew up hurts you

Adam: Shunted to the foster home by fathers who were ashamed to carry us, yes it hurts

Suzanna: But you can't let that hurt define us, dictate what we can do with our lives

Adam: Having another kid when we don't even know why we're here?

Suzanna: No answer will make the hurt go away, and our kids will have both of us to help understand

Adam: You're determined

Suzanna: I am. We made Silas together, you and me, and sure he's not perfect but no kid is

Adam: Hold on I never said Silas isn't perfect

Suzanna: He always wakes up grumpy though

Adam: Like someone else I know

Suzanna: Fair point. You may not have wanted him but you loved him as soon as you saw him

Adam: Meaning?

Suzanna: They have ultrasounds now

Adam: I'm not following

Suzanna: You can see them sooner

Adam: You think sooner exposure will help my feelings?

Suzanna: I believe so

Adam: I can't pretend I'll be happy about it before they're here

Suzanna: You are brooder in chief

Adam: You want to have another one so soon though?

Suzanna: I don't want a giant age gap between them

Adam: Okay, we can try. I never want you to be unhappy

Suzanna: I know, have I told you I love you today?

Adam: You tell me everyday Starlight

Suzanna: Okay I gotta have a shower before Silas wakes up, see you in a bit

Adam: *to self* your love keeps me sane

Suzanna spends some time just watching Silas before he wakes up, enjoying the sound of his soft snores. It's not long though, as Silas soon wakes up and does indeed wake up grumpy.

Suzanna: Hello there starshine, are we having another bad morning?

Silas: *frowns*

Adam throws on his disguise before heading out for his morning run while Suzanna does her best to comfort Silas. His smile is very temporary this morning however, so after he bursts into tears again Suzanna decides the best thing to do is get on with their routine

Quick change, where the heck did the helicopter come from? Quick cuddle, then breakfast time. Silas has tried two finger foods so far and this morning Suzanna will introduce him to the third.

Suzanna: These are banana chips starshine

Silas: Nana?

Suzanna: Banana

Silas: Ba na na

Suzanna: Yes Silas that's right!

Silas: Ba nana ba nana

Suzanna: You have to put it in your mouth now, come on, open up

After the first taste Silas enthusiastically tucks in, somehow smearing his face with gunk despite the food being solid, infants are mysterious

Suzanna: Time to go to the garden, let's get you clean

Silas: Mummy, plants mummy?

Suzanna: Yes! Plants. Here come the bubbles!

Silas: *giggles*

Suzanna: Is that fun? Did you have fun?

Silas: Fun! Mummy fun, pops fun

Adam: That's my son!

Adam needs to level up in writing before his next promotion so after finishing his daily column he fits in some practice. In the backyard Suzanna is busy tending to her garden with Silas in the back carrier. Silas approves of this and happily babbles away to her while she works.

Suzanna: Whoops, we're a bit late for lunch starshine, better just have a bottle

Silas: Banana

Suzanna: Not right now. Milk. Mmmilk

Silas: Mmmilk

Suzanna: That's a good boy, drink up

Silas: Mmmilk yum yum

Suzanna: Yeah, can you finish it all?

Silas: *guzzles*

Suzanna gives Silas a burp only to find out he's still in his happy spitter phase. Some of the milk makes a quick exit out the way it went in.

Silas: urped

Suzanna: It's okay Silas, everyone has burped before, even us aliens

Silas: Bet her

Suzanna: You feel better now?

Suzanna: Would you like to play or nap?

Silas: *smiles*

Suzanna: Can we use our words, huh?

Silas: plap

Suzanna: Glad we cleared that up, I think it's nap time though

Suzanna starts another round of her nonsense story. It may not make sense but Silas doesn't know that.

Suzanna uses the time Silas is napping to work with the microscope. She has most of the prints (from plants, fossils, gems) but still needs to earn ones from general microscope use. She has already maxed her logic skill so this is just because she's a geek

Adam: Damn, you do look so cute sleeping

Silas: *yawns*

Adam: Another you wouldn't be so bad really, I just worry so much when your mummy is pregnant

Silas: *stretches*

Adam: Hey sleepy, I'm home

Silas: Pop home

Adam: Yeah son, did you have a good nap

Silas: *is grumpy*

Adam: It's okay buddy, it's okay, pops loves you

Silas: pop pop

Adam: Okay it smells like diaper change time

And in the age of equality Adam also gets peed on (Suzanna caught it last time).

Adam: Okay what shall we do for fun

Silas: Fun fun

Adam: Toy? Story? Game?

Eventually Silas manages to communicate that he wants a story.

Adam: The blue birds were worried. They hadn't expected their baby to be pink but they knew they still loved their baby. They did all the things parent birds do. The baby was fed, the baby was warm, the baby was loved.

Previous Part (Foster) ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KnightstoneHousehold #Rotation6 #SilasKnightstone #SuzannaKnightstone #AdamKnightstone #R0603

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penname-artist · 2 years

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Can you give some LightningStorm headcanons? (Idk if you do them)

I can't say I had any pre-planned headcanons until now, but given the question I'll gladly cook up a bunch of them for a potential AU or somethin' XP (note that this *is* just an AU for now, though. I have no real Cars headcanons cemented in place yet lol)

This part is all buildup, the second part is all the short headcanon bits and bobs: (I couldn't help myself, I had to structure a series idea XD)

My headcanon for LightningStorm would have come about following the ending of Cars 3, in a pretty unexpected way. With Cruz leading the way in the racing world in Lightning's stead, he's allowing himself to slow down further and take account of his home life, which...leads to an interesting development between him and Sally, and they end up deciding it's better to end their romantic relationship and just remain as family friends. Around the same time, Lightning is finally having this vague sense of gay awakening that he hasn't really put much thought into until now. So he decides to go out in search of it. He isn't sure what he will find or how, but this is completely new territory for him all of a sudden, and though terrifying, it's also kind of exciting.

He ends up visiting this club down in LA (and if I had to guess, Sally playfully recommended he check it out while he left for his few weeks of personal time) and it's all well and fine...until he's a little tipsy, and he meets this dude. This absolute dream. This young lithe dude with a confident smile and a pleasantly needy - also drunk - body.

One thing leads to another, faster than McQueen could have ever expected things to. They rent a room, and the night is thrilling and new, and Lightning has never felt so at ease with himself. This felt so easy, like they just mirrored each other somehow...

But then come to find out, by the light of the next morning, both males - sporting wicked hangovers - suddenly realize why they felt like they knew each other. Because they did. And not in a good way, exactly. Lightning can't believe he just fucked the guy. Jackson can't believe he loved it. Both were too stunned to even speak, so they left without a word, and vowed they would never speak of the incident again...

Til they saw each other again, anyways. More happenings happen, the both of them violently trying to remove the memories from their minds, and at the same time feeling hopelessly magnetized to them. But, walls start to break, they're each left in vulnerable positions, and with gaping holes in their social lives that only one another really had the capacities to understand and fill. Over the course of a year their relationship would slowly and carefully rekindle itself, until the final push turned to shove when they'd have that passionate night all over again, and devoid of alcohol to boot.

This part is the extras:

Only Sally and Mater really know that *something* is going on between them, and Cal is like the guy who accidentally walks in on them and has sworn never to speak a word of it. The rest of the world merely presumes that they've hashed out their differences and that Lightning could be taking Storm under his wing as a mentor like he did Cruz.

Jackson drops pet names on Lightning a lot, usually "babe" but he'll also use "sparky". He also uses a lot of metaphors to instigate things more cryptically so others don't catch on. You can probably guess what he means when he says "lightning rod"...

They don't eat any of the same foods for the most part, which is a learning curve in their relationship. A lot of Lightning's favorites will disgust Storm and vice versa, but they still make an effort to try to eat with each other when they can.

Because they often travel to the same places during the racing season, they've managed to work out when they're able to hang out just the two of them even while jumping from track to track. Yes, they've made out in one another's trailers before. They can't do much else (aside from maybe a blowjob if they're feeling particularly dangerous) but it's not often they'll actually ride together. That feels too suspicious leaving and showing up to the tracks, you know?

Generally, Storm will bottom since he's a little bit shorter and definitely way less experienced. But please let it be known that he is oftentimes a power bottom (once you get him into it) and if he's charged up enough he WILL turn the tables on Lightning. What's funny is that they also have different pace preferences, Storm being much faster but having way less stamina to last, and Lightning being almost a perfect opposite. The result is usually a lot of flip-flopping between the two and just edging Storm until he finally can't take it anymore.

They spend time off the track in a few different ways, and usually off of a back and forth schedule, ie a "You picked the last thing we did, now it's my turn and then it'll be your turn again". When Jackson picks, they'll play video games together - or Lightning just watches in awe as he plays - or they might watch a movie. When Lightning picks, they usually go on a drive somewhere or do some wacky dad adventure like geocaching (which Storm says he hates but you can't deny the little twinkle of interest in his eyes)

When they do hang out, PDA is to a bare minimum if it exists at all, but when they're sure nobody is looking, they might swipe a few short pecks. Jackson is also, oddly enough, a bit touch-starved and kind of a cuddler, so it's common that over time while they're chilling together he'll just scoot up to Lightning until he's dozing off against him. Or you know, he'll demand attention. He's very cat-like.

Okay that's what I have so far on this! I can't guarantee that I'll make a fic or series out of this BUT it's definitely on my radar with potential to turn out really cute. XP

#lol this was so long and I apologize #disney pixar cars #pixar cars #disney cars #cars 3 #jackson storm #lightning mcqueen #jackson storm x lightning mcqueen #lightningstorm

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captainjacklyn · 2 years

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Her view on the vice house wardens

Trey clover - "He's quite a nice guy, I enjoy having conversations with him and they're always very productive. I've tried his cooking at the unbirthday party riddle invited me to, it's honestly one of the best sweets I've had in a while ! We get along well and I think it's a shame he holds back when it comes to his capabilities."

Ruggie Bucchi - "I feel bad for him considering the fact that he has to do all of Leona's tasks instead of his dorm head himself. Although I don't appreciate his habit of stealing, I do like him as a person. When he doesn't act all that nervous and slowly eases up with my presence, we like to crack a few jokes from time to time. I think Tora likes him~."

Jade leech - "Now that's the type of person I enjoy spending time with ! His brother and I get along well so why shouldn't we get along too ? It's not just because I want to get closer to Azul that I befriended Jade (Ok I admit it does help) but I was first intrigued with his strange mushroom..obsession. I still remember the time one of his plants were red, funny looking...AND SLIGHTLY PULSATING-"

Jamil viper - "I honestly love teasing this man, his sarcastic retorts are hilarious ! He most likely finds me annoying, maybe because I keep asking him to marry me. I...do get jealous some times when Azul seems so interested in him, BUT I HONESTLY DON'T BLAME HIM JAMIL'S EXPRESSIONS ARE PRICELESS !!!"

Rook hunt - "Ah ! My favorite vice house warden ! J'ai été surpris de trouver un autre étudiant francophone sur le campus ! Sa façon d'exprimer est honnêtement amusante. Il ne manque jamais de me faire rire, même quand il ne le voulait pas ! Nous sommes les meilleurs amis du monde, je suis heureuse de l'avoir rencontré."

Ortho Shroud - "Ortho is quite cute, he reminds me of my own younger brother...Who I'll never see again..."

Lilia Vanrouge - "Now I think I've met him in the past in his..darker years that is. I've lived here long enough to witness the war between faes and humans, it wasn't joyful and no one can say it was without sounding like a complete liar. We get along as friends...And I wouldn't mind being more...Silver ? Silver why are you looking at me like that-?"

#twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twistedwonderland #disney twst #Disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #writer #twisted wonderland x oc #twst x oc #vice dorm leaders #vice housewarden #twisted wonderland imagines #twst original character #original character #female oc

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wrathfulmercy · 2 years

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🥐 - cook some comfort food (farm)

Things to do in October from here @xgoldxnhour

“What are you doing?” Rick asked as his head lowered to rest on her shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what she was preparing.

“Mhm, aren't you a noisy one?” Eloise joked but nuzzled her head against his while cleaning her hands in the sink. “Pumpkin pie, my love. I think your mum mentioned last time she loved it?” Her head tilted and slowly she moved out of his arms to face him properly, her eyes sparkling from full devotion and maybe the hope to make him proud which she always did but it seemed she needed to be reminded of it more often.

“Mhm, I love the sound of that.” Rick hummed and placed his hands on her hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was such a soft moment, full of love and sweet glances that made him feel like living in a dream even if most of it was not since they still had to make sure to keep their affection low in this kitchen so his mother wouldn't get a heart attack. “I love how you always care about her. And me.” he whispered, his eyes closing as he moved in closer to press a gentle kiss on her lips. Eloise just smiled against him, her arms tightening around his neck to intensify this moment until Roses voice appeared in the back.

“Richard? Are you here?”

With a giggle they pulled away, Rick stepping next to her to lean his back against the counter as his mother walked into the kitchen. “I'm here mum.”

“Oh dear, I was wondering who was using our kitchen that early in the morning and I... oh, who are you?” His mothers eyes blinked as they fell on Eloise and Rick just scratched his scruff kinda feeling embarrassed about going through this nearly every day, fearing it could hurt Eloise. Of course she noticed the way he flushed and reached out for his hand to give it a soft squeeze, assuring him it was alright.

“It's alright, darling.” Eloise whispered before she turnt back to his mum with a big grin on her face. “It's just me, Rose. Eloise? The girl from the little shop your son always goes to? I was just helping Rick to make a pumpkin pie. I heard you love it.”

“Pumpkin pie?” Rose had confusion in her eyes as she looked back to Rick who just chuckled and stepped to his mum to take her hands in his own, a calming gesture that would ease the confusion in her fractured mind.

“That's right mum. You know I can't bake or cook. In fact it was Eloises idea and so she decided to help me here. Is that alright for you?” It needed a short moment of glances between her son and Eloise, but after a while Rose just smiled and squeezed her sons hands, showing him she understood.

“Oh yes, I see. You really can't bake, can you? So thank you sweetheart for helping my little Richard. He's a little lost sometimes, you know?”

Well she wasn't so wrong about that but Rick still waved her off to shake his head. “I'm not that small anymore mum.”

“Small enough to not make a pie yourself, my dear. So, let me see. Can I help you, Eloise?” It was rare for his mother to remember her name or use it and in this moment Rick had to hold himself back from tearing up as she did, proving that her memories indeed started to make Eloise a part of them, but before his mother could notice he just turnt away from her and wiped his forefinger across his tearing eye.

Eloise noticed that gesture and walked up to rest her hands flatly against his chest to calm his aching heart. “Of course you can help me. I need at least one person who knows what they're doing, don't I?”

Rick chuckled to that and whispered a silent “thank you” before he stepped aside and tilted his head at both of them. God what a beautiful sight this was. “Alright, I get it. I'll leave you two to it then and prepare the dining room instead. Have fun ladies.” And with that he disappeared while Eloise sat down next to Rose, helping her to measure the ingredients while Rick only peaked at them from time to time to keep this picture in his head.

#eloise x rick || seed of my heart oh how it blooms for you #answered meme #xgoldxnhour #v: farm

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sleep-deprived-luka · 13 days

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Prsk dungeon meshi au dump (cuz I can, I will, there are brainworms, those who rot the brain, exactly the one RFK had and they demand an indoump I'm afraid)

also as a warning the dump contains spoilers for dungeon meshi...so please watch/read it before my dump. I can't be the one who ruins it for you, it's genuinely so good man

aight so anyways:

Hatsune Miku as the demon!

That's my best idea ever, let me explain

The demon (or demons) in dungeonmeshi come from an alternate dimension and feed on desires. They are multiple different ones, but they're still connected. Stuck inside of dungeons they foster the desire of the dungeon master until they eat their desires whole.

So what I'm essentially saying is, that that concept overlaps with Sekais and Mikus.

An extradimensional being with different forms that fosters the desire/feeling of the person their assigned to, living inside a dimension that changes to provide for the person...just...just I'm cooking here ok?

My main idea for the au (which is admittedly still a massive wip, but ignore the scaffolding, while I ramble on) is that the prsk cast are all exploring the dungeon. Some as their unit (niigo) and some that haven't had their reunion yet (l/n). They all explore the dungeon for different reasons, meet up with Miku who tries to convince them into turning into the dungeon master and the rest will happen in a daydream or two

Going by unit leader alone we have:

The desire to reunite and stick with her friends from Ichika

The desire to spread hope from Minori

The- ngl Vbs has some weird mixed feelings I'm afraid. Kohanes desire is a big? for most of the beginning

The desire to be a legendary hero from Tsukasa

The desire to save people from Kanade

Ok besides that there's not yet enough narrative to present, so I'll just throw some stuff at the wall and hope those stick

Miku demonforms are:

l/n: blue sparkly astrology Lion

Mmj: maybe Phoenix (idky) I yearn for a penguin, but I'm not brave enough

Vbs: A Wolf or a Dog with blue flames

wxs: A alicorn, Tsukasa calls it a Pegasus, but it's an alicorn

niigo: A Jackalope with glowing antlers

Mafuyus current mental illness allegory is a curse that slowly turns her into a monster. She still has mother issues, I just added another struggle for jokes and giggles

I'm genuinely struggling making up my mind about the races, there are clear ones (Mafuyu elf and Hinomori elves) but then there are the thoughts of how Leoneed comes to be, cuz if their childhood friends they must all be the same race, or at least all long/shortlived lest we'll have a Halffoot Ichika dying during the childhood of an Halfelf Saki. So I'll make them all long lived races. But that's boring, where's the angst in that? I say while shooting myself in the leg, for there should never be an easy conclusion in an au of mine ig

The setting may or may not be the island, cuz I like it's state of being overrun with shady people from diverse origins who want to benefit from the dungeon, but whenever I think about that I wonder about it's political state and history, which I can't just apply to the au like it's nothing. No that shit needs to make sense and stand up on its own...yeagh

there are more thoughts, but I haven't developed them enough to talk about them here I'm afraid

#project sekai #zondesrambles #prsk dungeon meshi au

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itsdanii · 3 years

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Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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siimjaeyun · 3 years

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blue bag- jay park

genre: fluff, angst, bad boy au

tw: street violence, mentions of gangs

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Jay's reputation at Belift wasn't exactly a secret to most people. The loose uniform with the leather jacket, covered bruises, and exposed tattoos were noticeable to anyone who bothered to pay attention.

Most people would like to assume to not judge him by his appearance, but his character matched it to a tea. He never bothered to give anyone the time of the day, much less even look in their direction. The only people who received such privileges were his closest six friends.

Or anyone who dared to cross his path- including the slight punches he's thrown at the occasional classmate.

But people couldn't see behind his intentions. Like the time he almost beat one of uppers to a pulp when they tried picking on jungwon his first year. All good intentions.

On this fateful day, the teacher had thought a slight change would mix things up. Instead of placing Jay in the back by himself like usual, he placed him right beside you.

"Hi Jay!" Your warm welcome startled him to say the least. Sure, he was used to love letters by other girls, but you didn't really look at him that way.

He stayed silent and placed his head back onto the desk. At the end of class, you bid him goodbye and walked out with your friends who seemed to tattle over him almost immediately.

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After yet again another argument with the rivaling gang leader, he finds himself cornered in the back of an alley way. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to think you could fight five men at once.

Tired, and out of breath, he's barely holding onto himself before there's a final blow to his lower stomach, collapsing onto the ground before him.

The men are about to approach him, this time, aiming towards his back, but retreat at the sounds of a siren.

"Here, hurry! They might come back." He looks up and finds it's you, carrying a bag in one hand and reaching out towards him with the other.

"Get lost." Jay, who is too stubborn to ask for help, attempts to get up before his knees give up on him.

"You can't walk. Stop being a bitch and let me help you." You swing his arm over your shoulder, and pull him up, guiding him towards the exit of alley way. At the closest convenience store, you rest him on a bench, bringing a towel to his face to wipe off the blood from his brow and lip.

"How did you see me?" He barely manages to ask.

"I didn't know it was you until I saw your face, which is very beat up by the way." He observes quietly and patiently waits for you retreat the towel from his face, slowly admiring the way you move your eyebrows while humming a small beat.

“I’m done. I’ll call a taxi to take you home so you can finish up. I’m going to assume this isn’t the first time you get beat up.” Jay, snapping back to reality, stands up quickly and blocks your view of the street.

“I can manage. Now go home.” He nods towards the direction of the grand city.

“You can barely walk. Either I take you home, or text someone to come pick you up.” Jay immediately takes the second option, and searches quickly for his phone before realizing he must of left at it home.

“Go ahead, call the taxi.” He mutters under his breath. The bright lights signal to him that he has arrived, and in silence, you drop him off, and leave, not letting Jay even look back and say a quick ‘thank you.’

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If Jay didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if nothing had occurred yesterday. He’s still wearing his black mask to cover up his bruises, but you walked in with a smile and the same welcome from the past two weeks.

Usually, he would turn the other way or not even bother to look at you, but his slight nod was reassurance enough.

At the end of class, he was almost the last to leave, given that he had woken up from napping the entire class. Rather than seeing the empty room he was used to waking up in, he saw you again in front of him, holding a blue bag.

“Here. Eat well okay?” You left the bag onto his desk and walked out again before he could respond. He stuffed the bag into his backpack and went towards the lunch room he was used to meeting his friends in.

“Jay’s late and beat up. What a surprise.” Sunoo’s snarky comment doesn’t catch him off guard, and instead pulls out the blue bag from his backpack and rests it on the table.

“Oh? Jay brought lunch? Quick, let’s rate his cooking skills.” Before Jay can react, Heeseung had already snatched it from the table, pulling out a Tupperware with a sticky note on top.

“Who’s y/n? And why did she call you a loser?” Heeseung asks, opening the container to a bento box.

“No one, now give it back.” Jay takes back the container, almost admiring the contents inside.

It was the first time his heart began to take notice of you.

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Everyone was quickly suspicious about Jay’s relationship with you. It all started with him publicly going to you and thanking you for the food. Then it was the constant good mornings when you would welcome him at the beginning of class. Then it was the morning coffee, and walking you to class in the morning. He was practically stuck to you when he wasn’t with his friends.

“You know, I think Jay likes you.” One of your friends mentioned casually, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Stop taking those rumors too seriously, he’s just paying back a favor.”

Yet, your friends weren’t the only ones who were beginning to notice. Most noticeably, Jay’s very own friends.

“Sunghoon, I don’t like her, so can you shut up?” Jay, almost irritated by the constant confusion of emotions.

“So, you wouldn’t mind her being so close with Sunoo?” Jake points at your direction. You laughing and trying to hold yourself together while punching Sunoo in the arm.

“No. Of course not." Yet, he still finds himself burning holes into Sunoo's skull as he sees you wrap an arm around his neck to pull him into a head lock.

It seemed as if that was the last straw because in the next moment, Sunghoon was attempting to prevent Jay's next big mess.

"Get your hands off him." Jay commands, catching not only your attention, but those around him as well.

"Relax Jay, she's just playing around." Sunoo gets himself out of the head lock, and looks at your face who's been cleared of any laughter.

"I'll see you later Sunoo." You can't even look at Jay in the eyes before walking off with another friend.

"What's wrong with you? You know she wasn't hurting me!"

"Don't talk to me right now Sunoo." Jay storms off in the opposite direction while Sunoo turns his head to the side at Sunghoon.

"Am I going to die?"

"Not yet anyway. I think if you stay off y/n, maybe it'll extend your life line." Sunghoon states honestly.

"What do you think would happen if I told him she's my cousin?"

"I don't know but I've never seen Jay so..like this. Its a good look on him."

However, Jay is his full fledged rage, begins to shove everyone in his way including a poor freshman who happens to fall in front of your locker.

"Jay what the fuck!? Are you okay?" You crouch down and reach your hand out, giving Jay a bitter feeling.

"Is this how you catch men? You pretend to be the good guy?"

"Excuse me?" You repeat, shocked at Jay's sudden attitude.

"Nevermind just stay away from me? Got it?" You don't even process the words before he dashes off, ignoring his friends who are attempting to catch his attention.

"Sunghoon, what's his issue ?" Sunghoon only let's out a heavy sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's not my business, but I can assure you that anger won't end well."

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And it just so happens that Sunghoon's response was quiet accurate considering Jay's familiar situation. He's been long enough member of his gang to know what territories they're not exactly welcomed.

Yet, he doesn't care and does so anyway because anything is better than having to imagine you with some one else.

"Haven't seen you in a while Jay, must have been busy hmm." The leader mocks him, but it only infuriates the pent up anger within him causing him to land a punch at his gut.

"Don't test me." And as if history repeats itself, he finds himself once more cornered in the back of an alley way. With the collection of bruises forming on his stomach, one could tell he was a kick or two away from a good surgery.

"Jay! Stop!" He curses himself mentally when he watches you run towards him.

"You better leave pretty one...I mean unless..." He approaches you, reaching for your chin to tilt it sidewards, leading to Jay using his last strength to push him off you.

"Don't touch her." Jay grits his teeth, earning a smirk that quickly turns into a frown at hearing the sound of police sirens.

"You got lucky this time." He flees the scene leaving you again with a bloodied up Jay.

"You promised me to not fight anymore!" Jay chooses to ignore you and limps away to a nearby post.

"And I told you to stay away from me y/n. I don't need people like you to worry about me because they pity me" He responds.

"How am I not supposed to worry when you left so suddenly? One moment we're good and the next you're mad at Sunoo and everyone?" You place him on the stair case while getting your first aid kit ready.

"How am I supposed to stay away when you worry me? Do you have any idea how fast I ran here with this when Jake told me you weren't at your house?" You continue to apply a bit of alcohol on his open cuts.

"I'm sorry, I was upset. I saw you with Sunoo earlier and I don't know what came over me. Sunoo is so darn perfect, and what about me? I was afraid you'd leave me." Jay mumbles the last part quietly, but you manage to hear it well.

Without much hesitancy, you press a light kiss onto his bruised and swollen lips. He gasps slightly but manages to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not leaving okay, I'm here to stay if you want me to." Jay grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please stay." He mumbles, letting his grip on you get stronger. He stays there for a while, before looking at the blue bag in your hand.

"What's this?"

"I brought some dinner because I figured you would be too lazy to do it yourself and end up eating frozen nuggets again." He smiles slightly before admiring your features.

"I really like you y/n.." Jay confesses, still in the position of hugging you.

"I like you too Jay...I really do." A grin forms on his face and he drops another kiss on your cheek before leading the way out.

Perhaps Jay wasn't exactly perfect, but you always knew he was more than ready to love and learn by your side.

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts haha, but I figured we could all use a little fluff with everything going on :( <3

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jay #enhypen riki #enhypen jay

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hexyourheartablaze · 2 years

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Actually, if it’s okay to ask, do you have any headcanons to share about what the Hashira would be like as parents? Like, for example, I can see for sure how Sanemi‘s soft side would pop up a lot around his family. But he would probably be quite overprotective and strict too at times, because he wants to make sure that his kid/s are going to have good life without anything to worry about. Also, he definitely wouldn’t mind to take care of the kid/s for a day, so his partner can catch a break. ❄

Actually I've kind of thought about this before and I'll share my thoughts gladly!! I won't add Muichiro, not just because they're underage but more because I don't see them as being interested in marriage. I see Muichiro being satisfied with fulfilling friendships over having a biological family.

This actually got kind of long, I'll add all of my headcanons under the cut! It was a lot to think about and I know some of my ideas aren't new but I do have some thoughts that would challenge the fandom perspective just a tad. It's a bit short, some of the hashira I don't fully see becoming parents even if they all survived.

Hashira as Parents under the cut!

Rengoku Kyojuro

I actually headcanon the Rengoku family encourages keeping offspring to a minimum despite the fandom beliefs. I think they would encourage two to three kids and then leave it at that for the sake of having a successor and a backup. This minimizes risk of succession conflict later on. Kyojuro would be willing for more children, but I can see him being satisfied with one or two. Just one child would bring him so much joy. I think Rengoku children would inherit a ton of stamina. Kyojuro though? No limit to his energy, toddlers are no problem for him. He would be in charge of tiring the kids out with sword practice. I can see it.

Kanroji Mitsuri

I don't think Mitsuri would have high energy children, but she would have a lot of them. I don't think Mitsuri would stop at just one. I think she would be a calming, relaxing mother and would be insistent on her children staying with her in the kitchen while she cooks or does anything! She'd make them pancakes every morning with extra honey on top! I firmly believe that she would spoil her kids but they wouldn't let it corrupt them you know? They would be sweet children and she'd be a sweet mother of course.

Iguro Obanai

This is going to get... a bit sad. I think Obanai would be terrified when he finds out about the pregnancy. I think deep down he would only think about the family he grew up in, and would wonder if the child would be a boy or a girl. He'd have nightmares about the snake demoness taking his baby away. I think he would really experience some PTSD from it all. Once the baby finally arrives, I think it would hit him. That's his baby, that's his child, it's not unclean... I think he would be in a state of shock for a while, probably a long while. I think Obanai would actually get postpartum depression. But Obanai would slowly come out of it. He's very gentle with his kids, almost too gentle. He never wants to be the one to scold them, he'd give a glare but that's the most he'd do. But most importantly, he almost never spends time with them on their own. He wants his partner to be there with him just so he can soak it all in... the family he never imagined he would have. Sorry this part got long.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

I agree with you on Sanemi! The one thing that I would add is that I think Sanemi, kind of like Obanai, would be a bit afraid of becoming a father. I think he would still be set in his old way of thinking and would think that life is not meant to be enjoyed. I think it would take a while for Sanemi get the courage to start being around the kids more, I believe part of him also worries that he'll be like his dad. But overall he would be over protective, soft, but also not a dad to fuck around with. If his kid does something bad, they're in for an angry dad and that's enough to make any kid fix their shit.

Uzui Tengen

I'll be honest with you... I don't think Tengen can handle being a dad on his own. Yes he has a lot of stamina, but I think he'd be really glad that he's got multiple wives because he does not have the patience for the kids. He can handle like 30 minutes at a time and then he's got to take a break. It's not that he's a bad father, he's an awesome father, but he's gotta do it in doses. He gets mentally drained fast. Unfortunately, because he can't handle the kids all the time they tend to seek him out to harass him so it's hard for him to actually escape. I can see Hinatsuru and Makio getting onto the kids often and telling them to leave their father alone. 😔

Himejima Gyomei

My man was built for being a dad. They'll climb on him like a damn mountain, but he doesn't care. I feel like he would have a calm energy the whole time though, he'd never snap at his children. He would not spoil his kids, but I can see his kids being more ahead for their age because Gyomei is good at teaching life lessons to his kids. I can actually see him being a bit cunning and tricking them into getting tired by challenging them to rock pushing. His kiddos can't keep secrets from him... sorry. He's most likely going to notice everything about them from his snooping around. Namu Amida Butsu...

Kocho Shinobu

Shinobu isn't someone I've thought too much about when it comes to motherhood. If she did have kids I can see her only having one and having a fairly hands off approach to parenthood. I don't think she would be a bad mother, but I can see her kids desperately try to get their mother's love and affection because she wouldn't show genuine amounts of it often. I think in a way Shinobu has lost so many in life that she's afraid to grow attachment to anymore people. She might approach everything more medically or superficially. Of course she loves her kids, it's just scary for her because she DOES love them so much and is afraid of falling victim to losing it again.

Tomioka Giyuu

Oh Giyuu... He would be an awesome dad. I don't think he would be too worried about becoming one, I think he'd just go with the flow. He would have that right balance between when he needs to show affection and when he needs to discipline his kids. And when he has to discipline, he doesn't get aggressive with his child, I think he would come to their level and ask them questions that make them see the error of their ways. "Why did you do this?" "What outcome did you hope for?" "Did you expect this to hurt this person in the process?" And his kid would probably ask Giyuu advice. Giyuu would give them a little advice, but only enough for the kid to make their own decision. I think Giyuu would be the favorite parent, honestly. Probably because Giyuu wouldn't talk much, but he would listen to his kids when they needed it and he wouldn't treat his kids like they were kids. He would genuinely listen to their opinions, maybe give a few of his own, but for the most part he wouldn't dumb down anything just because they're kids.

#hex blazes #douma anon #sorry this took a while!! I loved this though it made me think #kny spoilers #sorry if any of it doesn't make sense it's COLD here and I die in cold weather #I am not build for it

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Mini Fanfic #997: Heart Shaped Moms (SSBU X Persona 5)

10:34 a.m. at Ann and Shiho's Apartment.......

Ann: (Gasps at What is in Front of Her) A box of Heart Shaped Cookies? (Places her Habd on her Chest) For your favorite big sis?~

Lucas: (Giggles Softly) It's for you and Shiho to share together, Ann. We baked a dozen of theses for our moms back at the mansion. (Looks Away While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth and Blushing a Little) I wanted to give some to you guys...As thanks for being the best big sisters ever. (Turnz to Ann With a Small Smile

Ann: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Lucas......You really Re the sweetest boy in the world~ Thank you!!~ (Sighs at the Pink Box in Front of Her) I really shouldn't eat these.....But Shiho-Kins isn't here to tear me a new one, soooo.....(Puts on a Playful, Evil Grin on her Face) COME TO MOMMA!~

Ann let's out an evil laugh before she starts eating the cookies Lucas gave her.

Lucas: (Giggles Softly) At least try and save some for Shiho if she wants any~ Where is she anyways?

Ann: At the gym. She's starting her first day as a professional training instructor

Lucas: Oh really? That's great! She'd make an amazing instructor.

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) Right? She's been wanting to do it for the longest time now. I'm so proud!~ Gonna miss her like crazy though.

Lucas: (Smiles Sheepishly) At least you're not alone for the time being. I'm here.

Ann: (Happily Pulls Lucas into a One Arm Hug) You date right!~ There's no way I could ever forget the presence of the biggest sweetheart in Smash Town~ (Playfully Gives the PSI Boy a Noogie)

Lucas: (Giggles Ticklishly by his Big Sis's Antics) Ann!~ I just combed my hair this morning. Plus, I'm pretty sure there's plenty of other people I know who's nicer than me. Like you.

Ann: Awww~ Thanks, kiddo. But I wouldn't say I'm always the nicest girl in the bunch. (Starts Snickering) I'm more bossy if anything. Not to the extent of my mom, buuuut I do have my moments.

Lucas: What's your mom like? Besides the bossy part.

Ann: Tidy, staright foward, independent, annnnnnd a bit of workaholic. She owns a clothing line company out of town, so we really haven't seen each other as much as we used to whenever she goes to work.

Lucas: Do you ever miss seeing her sometimes?

Ann: Yeah, but she always video chat me whenever she has lunch breaks and after she clocks out. So it's not too bad. You wanna meet her yourself later?

Lucas: (Happily Nodded) Sure. I hope she likes me....

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) You kidding? My mom would love you to pieces once she sees you for the first time. Just keep being your cute self, and things will instantly go smoothly from there, ya know?

Lucas: Okay.....I'll try and take your word for it.

Ann: Sweet!....So uh....What was...your mother like? I-If you don't mind me asking of course.

Lucas: (Looks Up at the Ceiling) She was.....honestly the greatest mom I could ever ask for growing up.

Ann You don't say.

Lucas: (Happily Nodded) I-It's true. She was kind, nurturing, down to earth....She was the only one in the family who was able to.make our dad laugh and blush in a few occasions. And her cooking was always the best. There were never a day when neither Claus and I didn't asked for any seconds. They were so good. And she always adored sunflowers. She said that they make feel more...happy and bright every time she sees them....I used to feel the same way about them too.(Slowly Starts Frowning) At....least until the day that she was gone....Now they're just a consistent reminder of her to me.

Ann: Lucas.....

Lucas: (Immediately Gives Anna a Bit of a Reassuring Smile While Holding his Hands Up) B-But it's okay now! I mean...sure, I miss her and Claus, and I still wish I could've done something to protect them, but.....they're gone now and they wouldn't want me to keep being sad over them forever. (Puts on a Determined Look on his Face) So I'm gonna do whatever it to stay strong for the both of them. (Starts Putting a Nervous Frown) At...least I hope I can. I still miss them.....

Ann: Well, if you want my input, I think you're doing a good job of it already.

Lucas: (Turns Bacl to Ann) You really think so?

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) I really know so. Granted, I can't really say I could relate to losing someone close to you....(Starts Rubbing her Arm While Frowning Down at the Floor) Well...actually.... I did almost lost Shiho once.... (Immediately Gets Up From the Sofa and Points up at the Ceiling) But she's fine now! So there's nothing worry about!.....(Slumps Back Down to the Sofa With a Worried Look on her Face) I hope.....

Lucas gives Ann a supportive hugs, causing the girl in question to smile softly as she ruffles on top of his hair in a gentle manner.

Ann: ('Sigh') But nonetheless, I totally get where you're coming from in all of this. And I'm absolutely positive that your mother and brother would be very proud of how much you've grown as of late

Lucas: (Held onto Ann While Tears Has Already Fallen Down From hills Eyes) I-I....really hope that's case, cause....('Sniff') I don't wanna let you guys down......

Ann: (Finally Hugging Lucas Back) Hey, you are not letting anyone down, Lucas. You've been making us proud everyday by being the sweetest little sunflower we know and love. Anyone who says otherwise clearly doesn't know the concept of kindness if it hits them in the guts!

Lucas: (Giggles a Little Bit) But wouldn't that hurt them though?

Ann: Obviously! (Playfully Shrugs) It'll be their loss regardless. But truth of the matter here is that you should try giving yourself more credit for the growth and accomplishments you've made so far. Think you could do that for me?

Lucas: Yeah. ('Sniff') (Wipes the Last Bit of Tears Away Before Giving Out a Simple) I can. (Smiles Softly) Thank you so much.

Ann: (Smiles Back at her Hugging Sunflower) You've always welcome, Lucas. Now how about we watch that Chip & Dale movie to pass the time? It's not really anything to write home about, but I have heard that it's slightly better than Space Jam 2.

Lucas: Yeah, I'd like that. Happy Mother's Day, sis.

Ann: Right back at ya, kiddo.

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#super smash ultimate #persona 5 #lucas #ann takamaki #shiho (mentioned)#hinawa (mentioned)#claus (mentioned)#lots of fluff #emotional fluff #ann is best big sis #mother's month #i would've finished this yesterday but i fell asleep last night #sorry for the inconvenience

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4aloysius-porteu · 3 years

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i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | chapter 2 | 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 1881

(Y/N) stopped her tracks upon hearing his voice and turned around to confirm, but it was true, much to her dismay. He held his black-rimmed glasses with its left lens and frame cracked. The girl's mind went blank. She hesitantly glanced at him a few times, hoping that he would forgive her or let the incident smoothly slide.

He hissed, "Don't think you can get away with this, miss."

She sighed in defeat. The kids approached her with worried looks. She patted her heads, accepting their sympathy. "Well, playtime's over."

"But we haven't finished the game!"

"Do you still want to play?"

"Yes!"

"Next time, when you see me again at the park. Onee-chan has to go now."

She bade goodbye to the children and walked towards the guy she hit with his friend. She looked at his broken glasses again and couldn't help but to let out an exhale with anxiety. This is the result of my stupidity...

"W-What do you want me to do?" (Y/N) slurred.

" I don't know, maybe you should fix it right here and right now." The blonde guy crossed his arms and frowned.

Why don't you just get to the point?

"Replace it."

Of course, she will have to replace it. What a question to ask. She mentally rolled her eyes.

"I'll check there out if there's an optical store, I guess you will have to keep an eye on me so that I won't escape?" She pointed to the nearby mall, walking distance from the park.

"What else? Nobody trusts a stranger."

They reached the town's mall and saw an open optical store, but (Y/N) remembered her wallet. She wasn't sure if there's enough money for her to buy glasses.

"On the second thought, can I buy the glasses tomorrow? I don't think I have enough money."

"No." He instantly replied.

"Tsukki," His green-haired companion interrupted, "Maybe we can give her a chance? What if she's telling the truth?"

"I need my glasses in my everyday life, and if she doesn't have the money, I'll be happy to spare her some, but she'll have no choice to be in my debt."

How merciless. It's not like (Y/N) could blame him, but if the same thing happened to her, she would treat them nicely. She looked around the store to find a pair of glasses exactly like his, as he demanded, with his friend helping her for 30 minutes. After she gets the correct measurements and eye grade, she emptied her wallet to pay for the damn thing,

"Here." She held out the new glasses in the case. "Take care of them, it costed my LAST savings."

He took them and wore them immediately, "I am taking care of my glasses, it's just someone 'accidentally' kicked a ball on my way and knocked them off. Thank you for the horrible experience."

He excused himself and walked away. His friend stayed to talk to her.

"I'm sorry for the way he acted, he's like this most of the times. Please understand," He bowed, shyness evident in his voice.

"It's okay, it was completely my fault, so I don't mind."

"It was an accident, though. Thank you for your generosity." He soon followed the blondie that headed first.

"That was mandatory, though." (Y/N) lightly chuckled to herself.

She got out of the mall to take in the fresh air, but her soul almost left her body when a bolt of lightning strikes a tree near her, setting it on fire.

"Oh, my fucking- Did the sky just attempted to finish me?!" She said, calming herself down and looking up. The clouds were much darker than earlier.

As the townspeople bombed the burning tree with water, she ran to her apartment before it rains. There, she dropped her things on the couch and flopped to her bed, thinking what happened on this day because of her own stupidity. She groaned when she held her now empty wallet.

"Argh! Why am I so unlucky?!"She threw her wallet in frustration.

"That tall, blonde, asshole! He didn't need to embarrass me in front of people! I didn't mean it! He could've waited for tomorrow for me to replace his glasses! He's so unforgiving!" She complained, hating the thought of the said guy.

She sighed, cringe, anger, and embarrassment filling her head as she hugged her pillow.

"May karma comes to him sometime," was her last words before drifting off to a nap.

A few days passed, she went out of the house again to buy food supplies in a convenience store. It was almost nighttime. The chilly wind blew to her face and the sweet scent wafted in the store. She picked up some junk food and meat first before stopping by the confectioneries section. While choosing what shortcake flavor to pick, she bumped into something that almost made her fall to the floor, if she hadn't retained her balance.

"Oof, I'm sorry..."

Or rather, it was a person she bumped into.

She looked up and recognized the face of the man. It was the guy she's kind of mad at, but this time, he didn't have his nice friend with him.

(Y/N) took a step back, "You!"

The male looked back at her, tilting his head, observing the girl. He spoke with a monotonous expression, "Do I know you?"

Her eye twitched in irritation, "He doesn't remember me?!"

"I was the girl in the playground three days ago! I... I replaced your glasses!" She said, hesitating on the next sentence.

"Oh." His eyebrows raised, "Did the midget learned her lesson not to play a sport she's bad at?" He mocked.

"I'm not even a soccer player to begin with! What are you doing here?"

"What? Am I not allowed to buy food in a convenience store like a normal person?"

"I've been buying stuff here and I've never seen a similar face I've met twice in a week or month. That's sus."

"Maybe you are following me."

"What do I gain by following a huge, mean person like you?" (Y/N) retorted.

"Perhaps you want to get back at me after what happened days ago even if it's your fault. I don't know. Ask yourself." He took his eyes off her to choose among the sweet desserts.

She paused, analyzing his comment, "Well, you aren't completely wrong..."

"So, I am being followed? What a stalker."

"Of course not! What you said might be possible, but it's not the case right now!"

Both of them have set their eyes on an item and surprisingly the same one. A strawberry shortcake in the middle of the section. Their hands both grabbed the object before staring at each other in annoyance.

"Let go." They chorused.

"I chose it first." Said (Y/N).

"I do not see your name in it. You let go." He replied.

"How about no?"

They glared at each other for a few minutes before (Y/N)'s brows creased deeper in the middle, knowing well that this guy won't back down. "Whatever, you take it. I don't care anymore."

"Wow, thanks." He subtly rolled his eyes then walked away.

It was very awkward in the cashier where she had to wait behind him. Damn, he's so tall. Does he play any sport? Is he human? Or probably just a walking, mean tree?

What happened in the park flashed in (Y N)'s mind again. The impact of the ball might have been so painful to him since he wears glasses, where it cracked. What if the shards got into his eyes? Her wallet isn't ready for more payments, but that isn't the issue right now. She was worried about his well being. Both of them got out of the convenience store and she called the blonde male before he could get away again.

"Uhh, hey!"

He looked over his shoulder a little, "What?"

"Are your eyes okay? I mean, your glasses cracked... shards could've got inside your eyes..."

"Yes, they're fine, fortunately."

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief. "That's... good to hear."

"But if something happened to my eyes, I will not hesitate to find you and make you pay for an eye surgery."

"You're exaggerating."

"It's not impossible. Now, go home. Elementary school students shouldn't go past the curfew."

She frowned. If only he wasn't a stranger, she would've kicked his ass to hell.

"Oh, gladly. I wouldn't want to stay near a bootleg Eiffel Tower any longer. Have a good day for you."

The blonde male left without any more words. (Y/N) sighed again in mental exhaustion, having to finish a lot of things this night. She was walking straight to her home while thinking of ideas to put in her current project when she realized that he was still walking ahead in front of her.

Where is he going?

She made her footsteps lighter, not wanting him to think that she was following him. She was thinking where does this guy live or why is he walking the same route as she does. It's not wrong to know where does this asshole stay, right? This continued for a couple of minutes before he turned around.

"Will you stop following me?"

Her eyes widened, not expecting him to know that she was behind him, "Excuse me? I'm just walking to my place?"

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

(Y/N) looked around to find a way to escape. There, she saw her house that she almost missed because her mind was occupied, "Oh, look. It's my house. I gotta go!"

She waved goodbye to the blonde stranger, ran to her apartment, and slammed the door, dying from the awkwardness. She proceeded to the kitchen to drop the food supplies and to cook for herself as well. The salt in the cupboard reminded her of the rude, four eyes that she just met again minutes ago. That's when she realized, she kept calling him either insults or his evident physical features when he probably has a name. She could've asked for his name earlier, but shrugged the idea off, thinking that he will never give her his name.

The common thing to do after graduating junior high is to find a decent high school. (Y/N) is scheduled to have her entrance exams next week, so she has to spend time reviewing her notes these days. She opted to go to the prefectural library the next day to get further references as she isn't satisfied with the books she has. It was Wednesday, thus it was full of people who are also preparing for their entrance exams. With her stature, it'll be easy to pass in this crowd of people but she will have to ask for help because she can't reach the books at the top of the shelves.

After wandering around the crowded library, she found an unoccupied table to quietly study. She made her way to it, carrying the heavy books she needed that was luckily located at the bottom shelves. As she set the books on the left side of the table, someone did the same on the opposite side. She looked up to see who the stranger is, only to find out that the person isn't a stranger to her anymore.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Chapter 27

Who's still reading this? Have fun!

CW : character death (This spoils a lot I'm sorry but I have to put it.)

THE ROAD SO FAR

Previous Chapter : What's behind door number two?

Staying in Shape

John Price

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland

It has been almost three days since the culmination of the New York Attack and most of his contacts regarding Nero and Shepherd's movements were quiet. He was getting anxious to step back into the fight, but without sufficient intel, or even better weapons, they couldn't do anything.

Price scanned the room, everyone else started to pair up with each other, a dynamic he expected to happen anytime soon. With all the challenges they've been through, finding love within each other was inevitable. And Price was fine by that. Heck, when he was younger, he had his fair share of romance during missions.

With the thought of Nero and Shepherd resurfacing any moment soon, Price devised a plan, to keep his crew in shape and always prepared to deploy as soon as sufficient intel is presented.

With the help of Jack, they created a training and endurance exercise schedule, where the soldiers, including Price himself, would follow to still continue to stay in shape and prepared for battle. They asked permission from Soap who was more than willing to help, an excited grin all over his face.

"I'll help you set up." he said, gaining a nod from the old man.

"France will train at the basement gym." He added and Soap nodded.

From that moment, the team started training, improving their physical abilities and endurance. Weapons training wasn't possible at the moment as they left it all in Brazil.

Jack overlooked the team from afar, Samantha and Maxine were at the gym helping out France's version of the training. They did the regular set of training from standard 141 protocol, using everyday materials in exchange for some of the equipment Soap didn't own. Price also instructed a specific dietary plan for the soldiers instead of just eating whatever they liked.

While on break, the two girls, Samantha and Maxine approached Price with an excited look in their eyes. Priced raised an eyebrow and asked what they were up to.

"Everyone's doing their best and We both wanted to offer our help." Samantha explained as Maxine inserted.

"We'd like to apply as the team's dietician and health consultant. My resumé is that I have vast knowledge in cooking along with their nutritional information." She grinned.

"And Samantha here has little background on tending to physical wounds and pain. You could see how fast Alex's face healed!" Maxine added. Price was more than happy to accept their offer, it goes to show that they were willing to give whatever it takes for the people and cause they cared about.

"Alright. Guess you're both hired." he chuckled as the two cheered and made their way to their respective 'partners', probably out to share the good news.

Wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel, he looked around the main room where everybody was. Jack was by the office, looking up something on the laptop or probably just playing solitaire. Soap and France were at the gazebo, he could barely see them by the angle he's at but he couldn't miss that flashy mohawk.

To his left, he saw Samantha sitting on Alex's lap as she carefully cleaned Alex's bruise, Roach sat on the other end of the sofa, chugging a bottle of Gatorade while Maxine stood behind him, he could barely hear it, but it looked like the newly hired dietician was already lecturing him about the benefits of said drink, saying the word 'electrolytes' somewhere in the sentence.

He felt proud that this team stood by him ever since he made that choice. He was very grateful that he had someone whom he shared common goals with.

"Price. It's for you." Jack called from the office, causing him to immediately get up and answer the call.

"Aye, this is Price. Got anything for me?" he muttered.

"John. Looks like your friend is on the move." Kate Laswell spoke on the other end of the line, her voice was authoritative as always.

"Which one?" he chuckled, it was about time he received some news.

"Shadow Company. Looks like they're brave using the same car again. Same plate and all." she informed, giving Price the last route they went before going cold once again. It led them to an empty warehouse just by the docks.

"Just what are these bastards up to…" he muttered.

"I have no idea. Think you'll do recon? It doesn't strike as a threat to warrant an official team, this leads really calling your name, John."

Laswell hinted. Despite him being out of the force and one of Fbi's most wanted, Kate insisted to use such perk for further trapping the suspicious Shepherd.

"I worked hard forming the 141 and he easily disbands it like it's nothing…" she added, her voice sounded very bitter.

"Now now, Kate. Take it easy. We'll get him. He's bound to fuck up anytime soon. Keep in touch, mkay?" he said as they both said their goodbyes and ended the call.

"A little recon mission won't hurt, right?" he nudged to Jack who grinned proudly at the solitaire victory screen, cards bounced all around the edges of the screen.

John Price found himself unable to sleep. It was either he's actually excited to do some missions or he's too worried about what they're about to discover, what would Shadow Company be up to and what is the quiet Nero planning behind the scenes? His thoughts raced to a dozen possibilities, all calling for drastic measures and sacrifices. He knew he had allies by his side, allies that are always ready to do whatever it takes to fix this mess.

He lazily dragged his feet to get a glass of water in the kitchen, despite being huge, the house was awfully quiet. Too quiet that he could hear every soft rustling from the halls.

He wasn't one to eavesdrop but he couldn't help but hear soft murmuring near MacTavish's bedroom.

"So.. um.. same time tomorrow?" said a low Scottish voice a chuckle followed. It was obviously Soap and Price thought only enemies were doing something behind the scenes.

"You wish.." a female voice giggled.

"But seriously… Thanks for tonight John." she added.

"No problem, Francine. So.. what's stopping you from staying overnight?" he chuckled. Price knew this was wrong but his glass of water was still half full.

"You know that I'd love to… but Maxine also needs me right now. Especially that she's slowly recovering bits and pieces of the past." she reasoned and Price knew it was time to head back to his room quietly.

Maxine Winters

MacTavish Residence, Glasgow, Scotland

It felt real. She looked around and felt that this was more than just an ordinary dream. The vision was too dark with a small ray of light peeking from the slightly ajar door.

She knew where this was. She liked hiding here, her parent's closet.

She was waiting for Francine to find her, Francine always knew where she hid. But in this certain memory, she wasn't there.

She giggled quietly and hushed herself as soon as the door opened, France was going to find her. But instead, what she heard was her Dad saying words of assurance followed by heavy breathing. She was curious enough to peek through the small opening.

Her dad carried her Mom to the bed, his hands held hers tight, wiping the sweat off her forehead as her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath was labored and her eyes looked tired.

"Hang in there, love. The doctor's on the way." his father assured, making his wife comfortable as they wait for help to arrive.

"I don't think I can make it anymore…" She whispered.

"No no no. Don't do this to me Coraline, don't you want to see our angels grow up?" he sobbed, tears fell on her hands as he kissed it. Maxine remained still, she wanted to cry but she just sat inside the closet, peeking, frozen in a mix of fear and worry.

"I do , Love … but it looks like my body can't make it to that day… I'm sorry…"

"Don't! Please Coraline, stay strong, for me… for the kids…"

"I am… and I know that you know it." she exhaled, panting heavily after the last sentence. Her Dad hugged her until her breathing stabilized, while Coraline weakly raised her hand and hugged him back.

"Promise me you'll see the kids grow up…

Promise me to tell them how much I love them every single day…

And promise me that you'll never forget how much I loved you… Francis Maximus Winters." tears fell from her tired eyes. Her dad held her cheek and wiped it off, sobbing as she slowly closed them.

"I'm not sure if I could keep all of those promises… but I will try… I love you Coraline Winters, I always have and I always will, until the time we'll meet again." he muttered. Maxine witnessed it all, the way her father's face frowned when he realized he just lost his wife. It was one of her saddest memories.

Maxine gasped and opened her eyes, touching her face as soon as they opened. Tears. She was crying while asleep. She flicked the lamp and looked around her, France wasn't around. Just as she pulled the sheets so she could leave the bed, the door knob slowly turned and a soft creak was heard. It was Francine.

"France!" Maxine gasped and immediately ran to her side, hugging her tight as she began crying. France smelled different, almost masculine, but she didn't mind.

"Max! What happened? Are you okay?" France quickly hugged her, rubbing her back as she quietly bawled out her emotions.

"I saw… " She panted.

"I saw… Mom…"

"Mom died…" She exhaled as Francine escorted her downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm her heart.

"You were in the closet. We were supposed to be playing hide and seek." France muttered as Maxine turned to her.

"Francis… Maximus Winters." she recalled.

"That's dad's name. It's quite long, right? Mom actually liked him because of it." France enlightened, trying to make Max calm down.

"Yeah… is he ?" Max asked.

"Yeah… but he's kinda forgot about us now. Every time we visit he just looks for Coraline."

"Mom."

"Yes."

"He kept his promise." Max said.

"Huh?" France tilted her head.

"Mom's last words. Promise me you'll see the kids grow up…

Promise me to tell them how much I love them every single day…

And promise me that you'll never forget how much I loved you…" Max recalled from her dream and as more words were added, France's sobs were louder.

"He… he did them all…" France cried as they both hugged each other. And it was the moment that Maxine remembered what France looked like when they first met, her smile… It was the smile of someone who was finally reunited with her only family, and it was painful how the only ones she could cling to couldn't remember her.

"What's that smell?" Maxine asked as she killed the mood of the sisterly hug. France's face turned red, even in the dimly lit room, Max could tell that she was blushing.

"N-Nothing… I don't smell anything." She laughed nervously.

"I swear I passed by that scent somewhere…" she looked at her suspiciously and laughed, shrugging it off which actually made France relax her shoulders.

"Let's go back to sleep." Maxine invited her sister and they both got back to their room.

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topherfoxtrot · 3 years

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Ice cold eyes❄️

❄️Anders Cain smut yeahh. Don't worry you don't need to watch the movie, just keep in mind he's a hockey player with daddy and anger issues.

✨As usual reader is first person and neutral. The dialogue is fun but the text gets super explicit at the end. Be advised. TWs include sex obviously, daddy calling, feet kissing and cum swallow.

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Being Anders' neighbor was weird. Some days I could listen to him screaming at the tv or at the cellphone. Some nights I could hear his bed moving around while he had sex. Sometimes his apartment would stay in absolute silence for almost a month. Other times I could listen to him crying in the dark. Those usually came after he had a phone call with his dad.

Tonight was one of those nights. I have a really good hearing so I could always hear his cellphone's ringtone. I paused the Netflix show I was watching and silently walked towards the wall so I could hear him better. Anders' 'hey dad' was kinda of shy. There was some silence. He tried to speak but his father on the other end of the call interrupted him. Anders listened to whatever his dad was saying in silence, except for an occasional deep sigh. He tried to speak again but was interrupted once more. Anders finished the call with a "yes sir".

I knew what was coming but I couldn't take myself away from the wall. I listened to the few dragged footsteps Anders made before collapsing on what I assumed was his couch. Anders cried as silently as he could, I never saw his tears but I could listen to the sniffs. At this point a huge part of me had already decided going to his house so I could help him in some way. I had to wait for the next stage though.

Anders got up and growled. Like a feral animal he approached his punching bag and started to beat the shit out of it. After living next to Anders for more than a year I could actually pinpoint when he was casually training and when he was having one of those anger releasing moments. I walked around my house trying to come up with an excuse to pay him a visit while the punching continued.

There was not a cup of sugar or borrowed plastic pot or any favor to return. We barely ever talked to each other apart from the eventual good mornings and good evenings we would say to each other when we crossed on the hall. Hell I only knew his name because I heard some of his friends saying it in own of those boys nights they have.

I pressed my lips and frowned in disappointment before walking back to the wall. The punching had stoped. I took a deep breath while gathering the courage to actually go talk to him. I left my apartament and walked towards his door still minding my steps as if I was doing something imoral (like invading his privacy). It took me a couple moments to actually knock on his door. I heard him moving around, he clearly wasn't expecting anyone.

When Anders opened the door the first thing I noticed was the bandaid on his nose and the little wound on his left eyebrow. And of course his eyes were bloated due to the recent crying. We were both wearing the same clothes: sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He sniffled hard before talking softly.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you." I switched the weight on my feet, "I know you have been crying."

Anders looked at me like I've just caught him completely naked. His eyes traveled to my bare feet and up to my head real fast. They crossed the hall and then stopped at my eyes. It felt like there was more than one sentence forming inside his head at the same time. I purposefully passed my hands on my arms and elbows. He blinked a couple times before inviting me to come in as I knew he would.

The punching bag felt familiar even though I've never actually seen it. I spotted the couch too and the tv. His apartment had the same blueprint than mine and yet it looked really different. I could tell that some of the furniture was too expansive to be there. And the whole place smelled like the cleaning products I couldn't afford to buy. In an instant I remembered all the occasions I would hear the broom and the vacuum working at his apartment. Anders' voice took me out of my own thoughts.

"I'm sorry you heard me." He came from the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"You don't need to!" I reassured him.

"No." Anders shook his head, "I shouldn't cry like that. I'm a grown up. I can take it."

I actually chuckled upon hearing that. He looked offended so I quickly grabbed the glass of water to assert some kindness.

"I'm sorry! It's just that... that's not what being an adult is about. At all! Besides my relationship with my dad is also not good so I can definitely relate."

"You heard the call too?"

"Come on Anders we've been living next to each other for over a year man!" I almost spit the water when I realized what the silence he made actually meant. He never told me his name. I chuckled again, embarrassed this time, "Sorry, I heard your friends calling you that."

He quickly looked at the wall as if trying to see through into my apartment.

"My hearing is above average good, I guess." I smiled akwardly, "And the walls are super thin."

"Actually now that I think about it." Anders looked at me again, from head to toe like he did at the door, "I've heard you to."

Hearing that made my spine freeze. I replayed all my days in my mind. I work from home so I basically stay indoors 24/7. I often listen to music but never loud enough to disturb anyone. I also listen to podcasts while cooking and always end up crying with Netflix shows not targeted to my age. What has he heard??

"what have you heard?"

Anders actually smiled. He walked to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of expensive wine and two cups.

"Are you in a hurry?"

***

We spend some good forty minutes talking on his couch while drinking wine and eating sunflower seeds. Anders said it was about the gains. 'Sunflower seeds are for the winners!', on his words.

We exchanged cooking recipes and cleaning techniques. We also talked about how hard (yet good) it was to live alone. I talked about my work at the computer and he talked about his hockey games and how he would sometimes travel to play far away leagues, which explained his occasional absence.

As the alcohol made it's magic we started to talk about more silly stuff. He said that I had a really bad taste in music, which I agreed. I said that once I found out his name and heard his friends using all this sport vocabulary I googled 'Anders + hockey' to figure out who he was. And I was actually quite surprised he was considerably famous even though I had no idea who he was. I almost considered selling his address to crazy fans. That made him laugh

"How are they like?" I poured more wine into both our glasses, "The fans I mean."

"Eh, you know." Anders shrugged, "Some of them want to drink a beer with you. Some of them want to kiss you. And some of them want to kidnap you."

"And have you ever been kidnapped?"

"Only on purpose." Anders winked at me. That made me smile. His beard was not really my thing but looking closely he was indeed quite attractive. Or maybe that was just the wine talking.

"I mean, I'm at your house and you're drunk. I could very much kidnap you right now couldn't I?" without putting any thoughts into it I raised my feet to the couch because they're so so damn cold. Anders grabbed my feet softly and placed them on his lap.

"You're also drunk. Do you think you can keep me here?"

"At this point we both know that you can only get kidnapped if you're willing to. So the question is: do you want me to kidnap you, Anders Cain?"

He looked at me with those bright blue eyes of his while gently caressing my feet. Slowly and without taking his eyes off me Anders brought my left foot closer to him and kissed it. No one has ever done that to me. And very few people have looked at at me the way he was looking.

"How much do you think you father would pay for your rescue?"

"Honestly? Not much..." Anders placed my foot on his lap again and for a few seconds he looked away from me. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Let's put it this way then." I placed my almost empty glass of wine on the expansive mat, "What about you being daddy tonight?"

The look on Anders' face made it clear that no one has ever offered him such position before. And I was so glad I could be the first to help him explore such profanity. His hands moved from my feet to my ankles. I got closer to him and grabbed his glass of wine to placed it on the mat as well. From this distance I could see a little bit of gray in his eyes. We kissed.

At first softly. His beard felt weird against my cheeks and chin, but not for long. I could taste the wine on his lips and mouth. Once his tongue came into play I felt his hands on my thighs. That made me kiss him even harder. It's been more than a month since the last time I had sex, I definitely missed the touch. I tried to jump on his lap but he grunted in pain and quickly asked me to back away.

"What is it?" I asked worried.

"Hockey stuff." He briefly explained before taking off his shirt to reveal the wounds around his ribs and shoulders. In the heat of the moment that only made me desire Anders even more. I took my shirt off and got up to get closer to him. I gently placed my hands on his waist before kissing him again.

"Don't worry." I whispered, "I'll be gentle daddy."

That made Anders hyperventilate briefly, which of course only made me proud of myself. I kissed his big hands. Then I kissed his forearms and biceps. His shoulders were broad and strong and yet lean. I kissed his shoulders and back being careful not to put too much pressure of the wounds. He flinched slightly but didn't ask me to stop.

Facing Anders again I grabbed the sweatpants and lowered them slowly. His eyes followed mine like that scene from karate kid. That made me feel powerful but I promised 'daddy' I would be kind. I would bring him to orgasm. I would bring him to forget his problems for a while. I would bring him to relax.

I grabbed Anders' dick in order to pull him into his room, but he didn't move. Instead he pulled me closer and kissed my neck. His bite made electricity run through my whole body. When we parted he looked at me with such predator eyes. Blue as ice. Sharp as a knife. Terrifying is not the best word to describe it but it's the first one that comes to mind.

Suddenly I remembered all those videos I digged up online of Anders beating the shit out of other hockey players. Did he look at them the same way he was looking at me? Did they like it as much as I am? Unfiltered duo to the alcohol I whispered.

"You're crazy."

"You like it." He whispered back.

It felt like we should smile but we didn't. Our eyes kept locked in a horny stare. I grabbed his dick again and pulled him into his room without taking my eyes off his. Same blueprint. The thing that catch my attention was the daisy flowers on Anders' bedstand. They seemed out of place for some reason. Or maybe I just didn't know him well enough.

I made him sit on the bed, back on the headboard. He made himself comfortable and I got naked in front of him. He looked at me from head to toe for the third time that night. I licked my own lips in anticipation. His dick was rock hard. Inviting me.

I crawled towards Anders. My hands caressing his ankles and thighs. I kissed him in the mouth again before kissing his neck. He grunted with my weight on him, but only slightly. I then proceeded to kiss his chest and nipples. With my mouth I followed his blonde treasure trail. I kissed his balls testing their sensitivity. Then licked his dick from base to head. When I finally put his cock inside my mouth Anders shivered a little.

His dick was not too long or thick. It was avarage but it only made it easier for me to do my thing. I absolutely took my time. I payed attention to every moan and slight movement Anders made. Slowly deciphering what he liked best.

When I felt like he was approaching climax I went faster for the final prize. He started to moan louder like I've heard from my apartment. I recognized it. I knew it was time. I swallowed his dick into my throat until I felt my nose touching his pubes. He cummed hard into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as I swallowed spunk after spunk of his delicious cum.

After his orgasm I kept sucking his dick until it became soft again. Anders kept moving his finger toes around and grunting in pleasure as I finished my job. When I eventually got satisfied I moved to get off the bed but Anders pulled me back to a kiss. His eyes were still as blue as ice but they looked at me with much more kindness now. We both took a deep breath before kissing again.

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I didn't like to sleep in the house of the people I had sex with but my apartment was literally a few steps away so I didn't mind. Anders and I took a shower together. We were more sober at the time and talked drowned in the kind of intimacy only an orgasm can grant you, even if temporarily. I slept on his bed with him. We woke up a few times because I would accidentally put my weight on one his hockey wounds.

In the next morning he left to train and I left to my apartment for working. He spend a couple days away and I caught myself checking the hockey leagues every now and then. We had sex some other times after that. I don't know if we consider ourselves friends but one thing is for sure: at this point we know each other better than anyone.

#Anders Cain #FoxtrotFanfic #Wyatt Russell #smut #goon last of the enforcers 2017 #as you know english is not my first language #I'm literally so proud of this writing #also this was the hornier i got so far #hope y'all enjoy :D

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imagines-choices · 3 years

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Pasta - Bryce Lahela x MC

[ Bryce x MC (Kaylee) ]

Summary: you decide to help Bryce cook for him and his sister, him making a mess at some point

Author's note: this took place in the second book chapter 5 in Bryce's apartment, I just made a little bit of changes at the end

Warnings: slightly steamy

Word Count: 1,992

You eyed the bag of groceries right in front of you. "So what are you going to do with all those?"

"I dunno. Hope for the best? Unless... there's a chance you know how to cook?" Bryce replied, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Of course I do. I'm an adult."

"Ohmygod. Could you help me out?" Before you could even respond, he knelt down to the ground and looked up at you with those eyes of his.

"Please, Kaylee. I'd owe you the world's biggest favor." How could you say no to that? He could be really persuasive sometimes. Bryce and Keiki agreed on making your suggestion, pasta, and before you know it, you were already taking out some of the groceries and laying them out on the countertop. Bryce examines everything laid in front of him on the counter with a clueless expression.

"So what happens first?"

"Where's your pot?" Bryce walked towards one of his cabinets, and opened it, revealing the pans and pots stored in it, before taking one.

"First I need you to put a pot of water on to boil."

"Excellent. That is the one cooking thing I already know how to do." Bryce smiled as he enthusiastically filled the pot with water.

"Boiling water isn't cooking, Bryce. It's so basic it's not even a skill." Keiki suddenly commented from the living room, shaking her head. You watched as the two debated about their cooking skills for a couple of seconds and rolled your eyes, a smile on your face at their ridiculousness.

"Hey Keiki, if you wanna provide commentary you'll have to do it from over here. Preferably while helping." At that, Keiki threw the remote she was holding and strides over to the kitchen, looking at all the stuff you've done so far.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Why don't you keep an eye on the water and add the noodles once it boils? Bryce can use his surgical skills to chop the vegetables and I'll start browning the meat." I suggested, taking the noodles and placing it beside her.

"I can definitely chop stuff." Bryce added as he started washing the veggies. A moment of silence passed by as I looked at Keiki. Her and Bryce had the resemblance, and if I were to see them at first, I'd say they're siblings.

"So, Keiki what was it like growing up with this guy for a big brother?" I asked, propping my elbow on the counter as I leaned against the wall, right beside Bryce.

"I dunno. He skipped out when I was in elementary school." Bryce gave her a look, both defending and guilty.

"I didn't skip out, I went to college." He argued, pausing from cutting the vegetables.

"And never came back."

"I called."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You guys must have been close at some point, if you've come all the way here to stay with him now." You barged in, trying to defuse some of the tension.

"...I guess he used to be pretty funny."

"Used to be?" Bryce looked at her in disbelief, feigning a look of hurt. You laughed and agreed with Keiki, which caused Bryce to turn his gaze of disbelief at you now. You turned your back on Bryce to hide the grin that was making its way into your face, taking the beef off the heat and replacing it with the veggies Bryce chopped up.

"Can you open the jar of pasta sauce?" You asked Bryce, not taking your eyes off your task. Bryce mumbled a simple 'sure' before grabbing the jar from the countertop. You heard grunts and looked beside you where Bryce was struggling to open the jar.

"You good?" Keiki asked, more amused than concerned at his failed efforts.

"Just– peachy–" He struggled for a few more seconds in a weird position, the jar faced slightly upwards, before the jar burst open when you weren't paying attention. Keiki casually stepped out of the way as the sauce flew all over the place, mostly on you and your hair.

"Bryce!" His eyes widened and he tried to stifle his laugh, failing miserably. That's it. You grabbed the remains of what was left in the jar and threw it at Bryce. And again, Keiki stepped out of the way, all too amused at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Bryce covered his eyes as the sauce dripped down from his head. He grabbed a good amount of the sauce and held you in place, rubbing it all over your arm before starting to run away.

"Oh no you don't." You grabbed him by his arm and tackled him down, pinning him on the ground. Keiki rolled her eyes and stepped into the room to give you two some privacy as you fought each other. The room was filled with you and Bryce's laughs, and of course, the pasta sauce.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He frantically apologized as you were about to pour the rest of the sauce on his face. You put the jar down and the both of you laughed. Just then you were aware that you were straddling him, splotches of the sauce dripping down from your hair.

"You're staring." Bryce raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. You quickly snapped out of it and muttered a quick apology, but before you could climb off his lap, Bryce held your hips in place and leaned upwards, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You kissed him back, not caring about the mess the two of you made for a moment.

"You taste like sauce." You laughed once the two of you parted and stood up.

"We better clean this up." Bryce suggested as he took off his dirty shirt and washed his hands in the sink. He took some cleaning supplies and started mopping the floor. At least it was only the floor that's messy.

"You should probably shower. You can use mine and ask Keiki to take one of my shirts and lend you a towel." He went back to moping before pausing to look at you with a knowing look. "Or... we could save water and shower together."

"I doubt your sister would appreciate that."

"You bet I wouldn't. Here." Keiki appeared, handing your clothes. You were surprised at how quick the girl managed to find you a set of clothes. She led you to the bathroom, and you thanked her before completely enjoying yourself in the shower.

A few minutes later, you were out of the shower in Bryce's shirt and shorts, hair dripping wet.

"My turn." Bryce said as he walked into the bathroom, and you took notice of the clean kitchen he just finished cleaning. You finished up the pasta, despite it being cold, and silently thanked Bryce in your head for buying two jars of pasta sauce. You called Keiki who was sitting on the living room sofa, plating the food you just made, and setting it down on the table. With amazing timing, Bryce walked out of his room, hair still wet, and walked towards the dining table. You tried not to focus on his shirtless form, the lower part of his body merely covered with a towel and leaving the rest to your imagination.

"Ew quit the tension." You regained focus as Keiki snapped at the both of you, Bryce grinning from ear to ear as he slid a shirt on.

"You so did that on purpose." You gently nudged Bryce on the side as he sat beside you, and he gave you a cheeky grin.

"I don't know what you mean." He shrugged, the smile still evident on his face. He sniffed the smell of the meatballs laid out right in front of you and nonchalantly hummed to himself.

"Smells good." He said, before trying to take a piece of meatball from your plate. You slapped his hand away as it was just inches away from the meatball. Pouting, he dug into his own plate, you and Keiki following afterwards.

"This is delicious."

"It's pretty good."

"You're welcome." The three of you finished up the rest of your dinner and talked for about half an hour before Keiki yawned and stood up.

"Is there a bed I can crash on?" Bryce looked up at Keiki and pointed towards the door near us.

"Take mine. Just don't go snooping around in there." Quickly thanking you for dinner, Keiki heads to Bryce's room and you heard the door slam close before Bryce sighed beside you. He got up to put the dirty dishes in the sink before sitting on the couch. You saw his tired out face, dark circles under his eyes evident as you made your way towards him, frowning. For a moment he looked up at you before staring at the TV that was right in front of him, and patted the couch next to him. You took that as your signal to sit down and you couldn't help the worry that edged onto your face as you stared at his worned out state. He leaned back and rested his head against the back of the couch with a wince.

"Looks like I'm sleeping here tonight." Your frown slowly turned into a smile as something came into mind.

"Bryce... so what you're saying is that we're currently in bed together..." You trailed off and Bryce grins at you, the traces of his sadness gone in an instant.

"That's exactly right." His grin grew even wider, and before you could process what was happening, he was pouncing on you, capturing your lips in his own. You let out a giggle as he grabbed your side and tried pushing the both of you into a more comfortable spot. His tongue slowly parted your lips, granting him access as he pushed you back into the soft cushions.

"Mmm..." He let out a groan as your tongues met, gently stroking at your waist. You hastily tugged his shirt over his head, flinging it aside before feeling him all over.

"I've missed this view." You said in between kisses, your hand grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"All you ever have to do is ask." You let out a moan as he kisses you harder, his body pressing urgently against you, and you whined when he parted the kiss. "Besides you just saw me shirtless."

"Shut up." You pulled him back to you and wrapped your legs around his torso, your lips pressing hard, but softly at the same time against his. The hardness in between his legs was very much prominent and pressing against you, showcasing his evident need for you. You slowly rocked your hips forward, earning a loud groan from Bryce as he raked his hands up the back of your -his- shirt.

The both of you were fighting for dominance, you pushing him back against the couch, when he slowly unclasped your bra. You quickly held his hand and parted from the kiss to stop him.

"We... we should stop." You were panting as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck to your collarbone, his hands running up and down your sides. "I don't think your kid sister would appreciate us making love in the living room while she's trying to sleep."

Bryce groaned and reluctantly pulled away from you, eyeing your face as you reached back to clasp your bra. "Or... we could just... you know, try to stay quiet."

"Bryce!" You smacked his arm before getting off him, the lack of heat and touch in his lap made him groan once more in annoyance.

"You better fix that." You pointed and laughed at his current state, enjoying him covering his face with his hands as he walked towards the bathroom. You looked at the clock, and written on it was 11.30 p.m. Guess I'm staying here for the night.

#bryce lahela #bryce x mc #open heart #choices stories you play #bryce lahela imagine #edenbrook #choices #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #OH #headcannons #preferences #oneshot #drabble #fluff #fluffy #choices imagine

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kirishwima · 4 years

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May I have a request of the RFA+V+Saeran and Mc being Quarantine headcanons?

now here's a relatable prompt lol-quarantine's slowly easing up where i am but it'll take some more time still ;;

i'll be using they/them pronouns for MC!

YOOSUNG:

* He's...not that put off by quarantine at first lol

* The boy's a gamer-if anything he'd take this as an opprotunity to teach MC LOLOL if they don't already play it, and level up his character as far as it can go!

* That being said, even the most avid gamer gets tired of staring at a screen all day, so with reddened eyes he'll turn to MC and ask if they want to try out new hobbies while they're locked in-he'll finally properly learn how to brew coffee!

* Other than his hectic sleep scedhule, he's actually a great person to be in quarantine with-he barely ever gets furstrated with being cooped up (and if he did he'd simply take it out via gaming), he'll cook a l o t (both he and MC will have quite the belly after quarantine lolol), overall just really chill

* He will however demand cuddles and kisses constantly-if you let him this boy will be wrapped around MC like a koala 24/7!

* GIVE YOOSUNG SMOOCHES 2K20!!!

ZEN:

* Now Zen...he's the opossite of Yoosung.

* The man is so active and sporty, he needs to always be doing something. He gets antsy even sitting through a movie, needing to shift and move constantly.

* The first day of quarantine he convinces himself it'll be fine. "I'll spend all day long with my baby!" he says as he leans down to kiss MC's cheek.

* True enough, the first few days are fine-he reads lines and excercises in the living room, spending evenings cuddled up with MC, playing board games or watching TV.

* Eventually though he starts to get antsy-he won't explicitly say so but MC can see he's furstrated, that he wants to go out and do something.

* MC suggests they do some high-intensity work outs together-No Zen, not that (tho lets be real-sex really would help him spend some energy lmao), but what MC meant was finding youtube videos with kickboxing, HIIT training e.t.c.

* It's tiring and fun, and Zen will take every opprotunity he can to help MC fix their posture and moves, and he finally winds down a little lol

JAEHEE:

* She doesn't really mind the quarantine-she understands how important it is, and that she has a civilian duty to protect the more vulnerable. Plus...spending so much time with MC isn't a bad idea.

* She can't help but be productive, so she spends her time working with MC on plans for the cafe, contacting suppliers to put orders on hold and scedhule new ones for when the cafe will work again.

* The rest of the time..well, that's her holy Zen time. She'll brew some delicious syrupy coffee for her and MC, bringing forth snacks and cookies, and she'll review Zen's plays on TV like a renounced critic, writing down thoughts and comments and reporting her findings on the RFA messenger.

* Honestly, it could become furstrating, but she'll turn to MC with such a bright smile when a scene she really likes comes up, tugging MC close to her so she can share her notes, and well-MC will never say no to some good ol' Baehee cuddles.

* When the cafe opens back up (for take away only! safety first and always), she and MC take shifts working since the going’s much slower in the meantime.

* When each of them comes home, the other helps them properly disinfect; bringing disinfectant at the door so they can clean their hands and mask before coming in, leaving all outer layers of clothing in the corridor before it goes straight to the laundry.

* They’re both extra careful since working and being exposed to people constantly all day is really risky! Honestly, Jaehee would argue that MC shouldn’t go out at all-if anyone has to take this risk it should be only her, but of course MC won’t even hear it. They’re a duo through thick and thin.

JUMIN:

* Quarantine? Lol, what quarantine?

* He’ll work from home just as efficiently as at the office, and Jaehee will cry in glee at being able to work form home, even if Jumin calls her 24/7 to organise buisness.

* He’ll take every free moment of his time to spend with MC, be it organising a romantic date at home, taking them up to the rooftop garden to stargaze, excercising at the gym together-the penthouse’s building is literally a hotel lmao there’s really nothing lacking.

* And if MC feels tired of being inside all day long? Worry not, Jumin can just get his private helicopter to take them to his private jet to travel abroad to whichever destination he has a home at.

* MC has to politely decline and explain that Jumin...this isn’t how quarantine works and even if you’re rich you shouldn’t be putting all these people at risk for your own benefit.

* After some research he actually decides along with MC to donate large amounts of his own money to research and to organisations that are helping people during this crisis-he might not be a doctor or a scientist, but he has the power to help, and he will.

* Other than that, living with Jumin by your side 24/7 is actually...not bad at all. He’s quiet but observant, and if he feels that MC wants their own personal space he’ll leave them to it, simply laying down at the couch with Elizabeth the 3d curling up on his chest, reading or taking a nap.

* He’ll be online at the RFA messenger often enough, sending photos of himself and MC (well lbr, mainly of MC lmao), much to Zen’s dismay.

* “Of course I’m ‘showing off’”, Jumin says as he looks to his phone with raised brows, “I’m showing off the beauty that is MC.”

* He’ll also finally...finally knit that scard made of Elizabeth the 3d’s shedded hair lmao

* (And he’ll try to gift it to Zen as a sign of friendship! Accept his love Zen jeez)

SEVEN/SAEYOUNG:

* Quarantine? Were we in quarantine, since when??

* His life is literally...no different lmao. He’s gone so long being indoors and completely alone, sometimes with Vanderwood breathing down his neck for weeks on end getting work done that this...is literally Not Affecting His Life whatsoever.

* The bonus this time though is that he doesn’t have that much work, there’s no Vanderwood here to spray water at his face every time he nods off, and he gets to be locked up at home with MC-every way he sees this is a win-win situation!!

* He too can’t sit still for too long (I headcanon he has ADHD, and only takes his medication when he must really focus on work), and he’s always jumping from working on one project to the next until he’s physically out of bolts and screws to finish up on any of his works lmao, and given the circumstances he can’t go out to buy some nor order any.

* That’s when quarantine starts to get to him-not being able to do something furstrates him to no end, and MC can tell-he’s never mean to them directly, but he’ll sigh and shake his head, tugs at his hands as if he’ll magically produce materials for another tech project through his palms.

* It’s up to MC to find new things he and them could do together-so after some scouring around the house, they found some paint and some glow in the dark stars-the perfect chance to re-decorate their bedroom!

* With Seven’s help, they begin to paint the ceeling with a dark blue wall paint, letting it dry before starting to glue glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceeling, creating their own little asterisms and shapes.

* It takes a couple of days, and in the meantime the two tackle more and more hobbies and tasks-fixing up the house, organising cabinets, organising the biggest mess of all that is Seven’s office-he’s reluctant to do it all at first, but being able to work on their home together-knowing this is now a shared space for him and MC melts his heart in a puddle of warmth, and he’s happy he gets to spend this lock-down with them.

* Once the last star is glued on the ceeling, he and MC flop down on their bed, looking up at their work. Seven shuffles about, tugging himself up to close the lights before flopping back down. He looks up, blinks at the myriad of glowing stars, their own private galaxy.

* His hand finds MC’s in the dark, interlaces their fingers with a tight squeeze. “I love you” he whispers, his eyes looking up to the stars yet only picturing MC’s little smile.

* “I know”, MC says and oh snap-they really *did* that to him, and he’ll literally turn to them with a face as if MC’s offended Elizabeth the 3d at this horrendous Star Wars reference lmao

V/JIHYUN:

* Ok..ok look, quarantine sucks, yes, but picture this-

* A little apartment shared with Jihyun, his artworks adorn the walls, the living room’s got big wide windows that look to the quiet city outside, light peeking through white transluscent curtains, blankets thrown on the couch from a night of cuddling and watching movies with Jihyun; the kitchen, a small half-hidden space with counters and trinkets adorning each corner, the scent of brewing coffee as MC makes a fresh batch. They take the mugs, one in each hand and they go through the hallway to their shared bedroom where light peers through curtains, a breeze seeping through half-open windows-

* They meant to wake Jihyun up, but he’s already sitting up on the bed, his oversized pyjamas hanging low across the line of his collarbones, his hair-that had been a prim and proper ponytail the night before, before MC ran their hands through it, tugging at times after last night’s....events, tufts are falling over his forehead, his ponytail loosened as strands adorn his neck, frame his face. He looks up at MC and smiles, graciously accepts the warm cup of coffee and a kiss.

* “Another day in quarantine, huh?” he asks with a little devlish smile, and MC can’t believe they’re this lucky, to have the privilege to spend this grim situation with hope and warmth as they have the man they love besides them.

* Living with Jihyun during quarantine...is the best possible outcome. He’s so gentle, so caring, if MC gets anxious by the events unfolding and the grim faces of the reporters on TV, he’ll hold them tight, turn the TV off as he whispers promises that everything will be okay.

* He’ll be very active in helping others during this time-let’s not forget he’s as much of a rich boy as Jumin is, even if he’s more humble about it. He’ll donate as much as he can to WHO and other organisations helping the situation, and any profits he makes off of comissions of his art or pieces he sells, he’ll give a large portion of them towards any one who needs it; if he sees someone in distress, Jihyun can never not intervene, and that’s that.

* He spends most of the day working away at his paintings, but if MC takes an interest, he’d love to sit with them and sketch, teach them some basics of art if they don’t know them or are interested in learning. He’ll sketch MC constantly, a little sketchbook, leather-bound with coarse blank pages now filled with MC’s form; them sleeping, them making coffee in the morning, them as they lean their back on the balcony’s windowsill, looking up to the warm sunlight streaming through; they were his muse before quarantine, and now that he gets to explore all of them, their ins and outs, he’s even more enarmored by them.

* Let’s be real, he’s an artist, it’s more than likely he’ll have a stash of weed somewhere at home; and he and MC evenutally go through it during quarantine, smoking some as they sit at the balcony pondering about life, some they use to make weed butter to use in baking-they’ll simply sit there, munching weed brownies and laughing until tears form in the corners of their eyes, reading what Jumin or Zen are arguing about this time on the messenger.

* Great now i made myself sad for not having a cute loving Jihyun to spend quarantine with :’(

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* He doesn’t mind quarantine per say-I mean, the guy was in a cult and didn’t leave the IT room for days on end, weeks sometimes. Compared to his days at mint eye, being cooped up in his home with MC at his side...it’s really not so bad.

* He’ll spend a lot of time tending to his little garden, smiling as he watches his flowers bloom and grow.

* Spending this much time with MC is always welcome, but he can feel furstrated at times-he’s not used to spending his every minute with someone else, and MC understands it-they feel this way too, so they each have their own little routine around the house, meeting up in the mornings to have breakfast together, sitting outside in the evenings and watching the sun go down, cuddling up at night and talking about anything and everything until they fall asleep.

* Saeran will be thrilled if MC asks him to teach them about gardening-he’ll be a little strict, especially if they accidentantly go to harm one of the flowers, but never mean. He’ll gently kneel besides MC, put his hands over theirs and guide them through the proper motions of pulling out weeds or packing the dirt.

* If he has any flower seeds left over, he’ll bring them out so he and MC can plant and care for them together, their own little creation during quarantine-and seeing MC’s proud smile as the first leaf sprouts, he can’t help but smile along, leaning close to kiss them, whisper an ‘i love you’ on their lips.

* MC will take this opprotunity to catch Saeran up on anything and everything he’s missed during his time with Rika-from films they think he’d like to memes that have popped up over the times. They’ll even show him tik tok, and he’ll secretly make a hyper-lapse video of his flowers and how their leaves move this way and that throughout the day-it actually gains a lot of traction, and the moment his brother catches sight of it, he knows exactly whose garden that is, and sends the video in the RFA messenger with a litany of emojis.

* All in all-Saeran’s glad he can spend this time with MC. Laying in bed with them in his arms, looking out the window to the city lights, he lets his eyes flutter shut, hiding his face onto the crown of MC’s head;

* “Thank you” he whispers before letting sleep take him.

-send me mystic messenger headcanons for character reacitons-

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pedropascalssimp · 4 years

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Surprise!

Pedro Pascal x reader

Request:okay sad mood? happy request. okay so. get this. pedro’s at comic con. his girlfriend (or wife or i dunno) surprises him during the photo ops and he’s like ‘JALSKIDD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN NEW YORK’ and i have no other ideas i’m sorry 👉👈🥺

Summary: y/n (pedro's girlfriend) decides that after so many weeks apart she can't go another day without seeing him. So she gives him a surprise visit while he's filming for his new show.

Warnings: its short. fluff and more fluff?

A/n: I hope you don't mind but I decided to make it be the reader surprising him on set of the mandalorian.....😶👉👈I'm sorry

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It's been weeks since you last saw pedro in person, his job keeping him away from you. And although you was happy for him and his new project, it left you feeling alone. But you kept those feelings to yourself not wanting to worry your beloved boyfriend considering he was over the moon about his new role.

And to be honest so was you.

The smile that lit up his face when he realized he had the part in the TV show the mandalorian he was so excited, he even done a little victory dance which your heart nearly exploded over considering his dancing is adorable, And dorky.

over the last two weeks he has been calling you every chance he gets, and throughout breaks of filming he texts you sweet little things and such. That's something you love about him, he always tries his hardest to keep in contact with you, making it his goal to let you know how much he loves you. And you do the same thing.

Like right now, you was laid on the sofa as some show was playing on TV, but your attention was on your phone as you wait for his usual call, the cellphone setting on your chest as you patiently wait.

And as you expected it rang, his contact photo popping up making your heart do flips. You quickly sit up and grab it, answering it with a smile.

" hello!? " you say excitedly into the phone, hearing his giggle on the other side.

" hello mi amor, how is you're day been? " he replied, you could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke, his voice making you softly sigh in contentment and lay back down on the sofa.

" it's been alright, I nearly burnt the appartment down trying to cook ramen noodles on the stove " you tell him, he laughs on the other end, a soft amused smile playing on your lips.

" I wouldn't doubt it, you're cooking skills are terrible, No offense! "

" hey! You said you love my cooking! " you pout, a little frown on your face, you thought he actually liked your....good cooking skills.

" but that's only because I hadn't eaten all day when you fixed me a meal..." he laughed, the sound a beautiful melody you could listen to for eternity.

You scoff as you sit up on the sofa and start flipping through the channels on TV, " and that's why we either eat take-out or you cook mr. Pascal " you grumbled.

" because I'm a better cook? " he asks amused, you giggle.

" of course you are " you tell him honestly. He chuckles, but that chuckle turns into a little sigh as his end gets quiet for a moment.

" Te extraño tanto mi amor " he says in a quiet manner, that's when you detect the tiredness in his voice. You sigh as well and put the TV remote down. Your heart fluttering at his accent you love so dearly.

" I have no idea what you just said, except for the end part, I understand that " you say in a whisper, a sheepish smile on your lips.

He chuckles with a sigh, " I said I miss you " he explained.

" I miss you too pedro, and sadly even you're terrible dad jokes that always seem to make me laugh for some odd reason, even though they're not funny.... " you tell him, he chuckles once more making a small smile appear on your face.

" and here I thought you actually appreciated them! " he jokes with fake betrayal making you laugh out loudly.

" I do! ...." you trail off with a teasing grin.

" I since a but somewhere in there " he states. You giggle and decide to continue.

" but...There really not that funny. " you reply as he gasps dramatically.

" how could you not find them funny!? " he exclaimed. Just as you was about to reassure him that they was somewhat funny, he cuts you off. " I have to go y/n, duty calls." he said sadly making you sigh. You wished you could talk to him longer, but you knew he had to go.

" okay, I hope you have a good day and I love you Pedro. " you say. You can hear him letting out a exhausted huff.

" I love you more y/n, I'll call you tonight bye. " he mumbled into the phone and hanging up.

You sigh and hang up as well, already missing the sound of his voice. You wished more then anything to just hug the man tightly, kiss every inch of his face and tell him how much you love him. But you still had a while until that moment comes.

Unless....

You smile widely as the idea that has just ran across your mind causes your heart to pound in excitement. Without a second thought you pull your phone back up and start sorting out your plan.

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To long, it's been to long since Pedro has slept peacefully or held his love, telling her how much he loves her. He misses going to sleep gazing into her beautiful y/e/c eyes, waking up in her arms as she snores softly. He misses giving her kisses, tight hugs and their usual little cuddles they can't go a day without.

He doesn't know if he can go another day without her.

As Pedro changes out of his mandalorain costume and into his normal clothes putting his black glasses on, he prepares to leave the set and go get some rest in his hotel, after he calls y/n of course.

Right when he opened the door he was greated by a grinning Gina. Confused he goes to ask her why she was standing outside his dressing room and not leaving set until she literally drags him out of the room and throughout the building.

" Gina?! Do you mind telling me what's happening right now?" he asks, she only smiles at him.

" it's a surprise Pedro" is all she said before they reached the area of the building where they usually have lunch breaks.

And that's when he sees her, a smile on her face and eyes glued to her hands nervously as she waits fot Gina get back. His love, his y/n.

Pedro literally feels his heart flutter at the sight of her. And when she looks up to see him, her heart melts at the sight of him, his adorable glasses and big smile on his face. She runs to him, his name falling from her lips in glee.

He meets her halfway and engulfed her in a tight hug, spinning her around as he lifts her up. She giggles at him. Once he stops spinning and puts her back down he brings his hands up to cup both her cheeks and look deep into her beautiful eyes, her eyes gazing into his coffee brown eyes with so much love.

" ¡Mi amor, te ves tan hermosa! ¿No puedo creer que estés aquí " he rushed out excitedly making the woman's face glow with happiness. Her arms around his neck as she giggles up at him.

" I couldn't handle not seeing you for another day, I needed to see you Pedro..." she explained, he smiles down at her with his adorable smile. She then quickly leans up, softly capturing his lips with hers in a soft kiss. He smiles into the kiss and closes his eyes. Both souls forgetting about Gina being in the room.

But she quickly walks out the room grinning with amusement at the love birds.

" I thought you was in New York!?" he asks his girlfriend with a smile, after they broke the kiss. She sighs dreamily up at him.

" well I was until I decided to pay you a visit " she says with such love as she adoringly kisses his nose, but he pulls her in for another short but loving kiss. His lips against her soft ones as they moved together perfectly.

As they pull apart y/n softly smirks at the man. While he leans his forehead on hers. " so.... About what you said about my cooking skills?" she asks with a playful tone.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, " at least I didn't make fun of you're jokes like you did mine." he muttered accusing y/n on how she talked about his dad jokes. A pout on his face.

She then rolls her eyes and laughs at him. Slowly dragging her hand across his shoulder and up to his slightly scruffy cheek, admiring his gorgeous eyes and little patches of hair she absolutely loves. It was in this moment she realizes how lucky she is to have this man in her arms, her heart swelling at the loving and adoring look in his eyes as they flicker across her face.

" I missed you so much y/n..." he whispers, his voice soothing to hear in person and not over a phone.

" I missed you too pedro" she smiles at him as she tries not to get overwhelmed by this man, finally being with him again just amazed her and him both.

They both stared at each other as they stood in the lunch room of the building he worked at, the love around them visible to anyone who walked by. The two souls talking away at what their lives was like when they was away, talking about how much they missed each other.

And when they went back to pedro’s hotel room and cuddled the night away, Pedro finally fell asleep peacefully. Because now he had his beautiful y/n.

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A/n: okay so this is pure garbage.

Also the translations is this: (I miss you my love.)

(my love you look so beautiful, what are you doing here?!)

Also I'm not sure if it's accurate considering I used Google translation... So...

I hope u dudes enjoy this trash I've thrown together!

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian imagine #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #star wars #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #baby yoda

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