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unoislazy · 6 months

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I am feral for Mizu and you’ve been feeding me well with your Mizu fics so thank you so much for your service!! 💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗 i really enjoy your writing and the way you portray Mizu. With that said i wanna run a scenario by you and im just wondering how do you think it’d play out (if you like the idea enough to do a mini fic or headcanons that’d be awesome but if not then that’s okay and i understand 💕) hear me out, what if Mikio had a sister and she lived with him and Mizu during the time they were married, say her and Mizu bonded while they all live together but then their friendship blossoms into romantic love 🥺 how do you think that’d play out?

I Am No Coward

(Part 1)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

A/N: all of you guys are so nice and I love all of you. Thank you for the suggestion! This will be around a 4 part series that I hope to continue working on in the near future so BUCKLE UP

Also!

I am planning on making a Mizu x Black reader soon but I’m struggling on deciding a scenario for it. If anyone has any suggestions they won’t be to try out for it, I’ll take them with open arms!

Summary: You’re Mikio’s sister and todays the day you meet his new bride to be.

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Days were quiet with you and your older brother Mikio. After you had been put under his care and he had been outcasted by the lord, you both lived on his land more on the countryside, away from those who would cast their unwanted opinions on to you.

You usually took care of the more mundane tasks, cooking, cleaning; Things Mikio never truly liked to do. He wasn’t against helping but he was usually too busy with the horses to ever truly give you a hand. You knew your brother was obsessed with trying to win back the favor of the Shogun and as much as you knew it wasn’t going to happen, you let him believe anyways.

Time went on as usual until one day Mikio had returned home with some news.

“I’ve been offered a wife.” He said plainly as he took off his cape. You stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to him with a smile.

“That’s great… right?” You smiled hopefully. Given that he was now deemed an outcast and he was an older man it was unlikely that he would find any matches at this point, so you were just pleased that someone had been offered.

“She has the eyes of an onryo.” Was all he said in response before walking over to you. He kneeled down, watching what you were doing with a watchful yet critical eye. He adjusted your hand, suggesting that you had been cutting wrong in the first place.

“And that’s a problem?” You asked, your smile dropping for a moment as you rolled your eyes at his wordless suggestion. You knew he truly had no say in what opportunities were offered to him, you both did. If he had anything to gain, he should take it. He sighed for a moment, looking down before answering,

“No, She’ll be here in three days.”

Your smile returned, pleased to know that at least your brother would experience something other than the constant stress of trying to win back his honor.

You didn’t care what his wife would look like, she could have blue eyes, green hair, and purple skin for all you cared. All you cared about was your brother being happy, and you hoped she would be the key to that.

Mikio used to be a much more upbeat man. He liked to bring light to dreary situations with a joke or some laughter, but he always knew when to keep it serious. However, after he had been outcasted it seemed like all the fun parts of him disappeared. He became so hellbent on training the horses to be the best they could be that he forgot to have fun or indulge himself in anything. You used to enjoy spending time with him and you were elated when you realized you would be put under his care, but that joy soon subsided when you realized just the effect a bruised ego can have on a man. He became closed off, irritable, and would barely even give you the time of day. He cared about nothing more than his honor and as much as you tried not to, you began to resent him for it.

But you kept your thoughts to yourself and went on with your life, hoping someone would come along and change him.

The three days had passed and it was time for his new bride to arrive.

And Mikio was nowhere in sight.

You sighed, disappointed in him, believing he was avoiding yet another responsibility that seemed to ‘get in the way’ of his horses. Even if you had suggested anything, he wouldn’t listen to you, he knew what was best for him.

At least that’s what he claimed.

You sat quietly outside your house, waiting patiently for the woman to arrive so you could greet her. If anything you were ecstatic to meet the mystery woman and you hoped you’d manage to get along with her.

It hadn’t taken long for you to see them approaching. The two women walked towards your direction, both holding two bags, presumably full of their belongings. However, the younger woman seemed to also be holding what looked like a sheathed sword.

You smiled, now standing and walking down the steps, excited to meet the woman. You watched as the two women made their way towards you, one older and one younger. The older woman had turned to face the house that you stood before and spotted you, giving you a wide smile before turning back to the younger woman who seemed reluctant to continue following.

You couldn’t blame her.

Marriage wasn’t something a woman had control over in your world, you just got lucky that you got placed under your brother's care; because of him you were also considered ‘disgraced’ so not many men would truly want you.

She finally made her way, after many unpleasant words from her mother, and stood at her full height with a very plain expression.

She was beautiful.

You examined her features for as long as you could deem polite, your eyes floated from her hair, to her dress, taking in her height, and then lastly taking notice of her eyes.

However, when it came to her eyes, you didn’t see the eyes of an onryo. You saw eyes that reflected a color you saw only in the sky above, you had never seen such eyes before, but you needn’t stare and make the woman uncomfortable, she just got here after all.

You walked towards the two women, an excited smile on your face as you greeted them.

“Hello! You must be the woman Mikio’s going to marry. What’s your name?” You asked happily, the woman stared at you for a moment, clearly in some inner battle with herself on what to do now that she’s in this position. You waited patiently, understanding that being forced to marry someone is not always the happiest thing to do so you did not want to push her.

Her mother, however, cleared her throat and sent a glare at the woman, you assumed from this she was the one who had set up this offer.

The woman sighed, looking back towards you and answering,

“Mizu, my name is Mizu.” She waited for a moment before looking at you, expecting you to say something before speaking up again and asking, “and you are?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Mikio’s sister.” You introduced yourself, you did give them your name but you figured it would be more helpful for them to know why you were there in the first place. With this new information Mizu seemed to relax just the slightest bit. Maybe she thought you were a concubine.

Gross.

“So, Where is the man?” Mizu’s mother asked, seemingly wanting to get the show on the road as she turned to you expectantly. You averted your gaze, a bit embarrassed as you answered,

“I’m actually not sure.”

With that answer both of the women stared at you like you were crazy.

“You may or may not be happy to know that Mikio often isn’t home. He’s usually out training his horses.” You explained, trying to subdue the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.”

As if on cue, you could hear the thumping of hooves accompanied by the sound of a horse's whinny. You all turned to the source of the noise which just so happened to be the aforementioned man. You sighed a small sigh of relief, thankful that he didn’t make himself look too bad.

You snuck a small glance at Mizu, wanting to gauge her reaction to your brother and you noticed that her fists were balled up tightly and her face was scrunched. Just like you had expected, the marriage wasn’t her idea. You hoped to the gods your brother wouldn’t ruin this opportunity, if not for his sake than for yours, you were tired of only having his company and truly wanted someone else to be around.

Mikio yields his horse, stopping just in front of Mizu. The first words he uttered were,

“You’re not as hideous as I expected.”

If you could’ve gotten up on that horse and smacked the life out of that man, you would’ve. It didn’t have to be love at first sight but out of all the things to say when he first meets his soon to be wife, and that's what he says? In that moment you were disappointed to have introduced him as your brother.

“You’re a lot older than I expected.” Mizu responded, earning a quiet snicker from you. Between you and your brother there was a decent age difference. If anything you were closer to Mizu’s age which was quite weird in your eyes but… it’s a sign of the times you guessed. Mikio shot you a silent glare telling you to shut up, which you did and you acted as if you had done nothing wrong.

“Let’s get this over with.” He said plainly, guiding his horse back to the field. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mizu who just watched him go with a very obvious glare on her face.

“I’m sorry about him but if it's any consolation, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” You mentioned, trying to be at least a little encouraging. Mizu looked at you, her glare subsiding as she gave you a very small smile. With that, Mizu’s mother quickly began to rush her inside, wanting to get her ready to be wed before the sun went down. You offered your assistance in getting her ready, the entire time taking it as an opportunity to get to know Mizu.

“I noticed you brought a sword, do you know how to fight?” You asked curiously as you carefully brushed the white makeup across Mizu’s pale face. You couldn’t help but admire the woman's beauty, sure she might not have had the face of a princess, but to you that didn't mean anything. Her eyes of course were the main feature but you had also taken notice of the curl that stuck out from her hair that was pulled up.

“I fought a bit in the past… I don’t know how much I’ll keep up with it though.” She answered with a sigh but she regained her composure once she had looked over to her mother who glared at her.

“I don't know, Mikio might enjoy someone to fight with,” You began, gaining her interest a bit as she looked back up towards you. “And if he doesn't, then I would love to learn if you’d be willing to teach me.”

She gave another small smile, acknowledging your attempt to lighten her mood.

Once she had finished getting ready, her makeup was done, she was dressed in all white, you and her mother took a step back to assess how she looked.

“You look perfect!” You exclaimed to which her mother slightly nodded.

“You look fine, now where is your brother?” She asked impatiently. You turned to her, about to answer but Mikio had already walked in before you could say anything. He had taken off his cape that he wore everywhere and walked past you without saying a word. You sneered at him, he couldn't even try to make an effort? He was more of a grump than you ever remembered him being.

The private ceremony went on with the help of Mizu’s mother. You had no role in the ceremony so you simply sat back and watched. You looked on and for a strange reason you almost wanted to stop them… you felt as if one of them was making a mistake and all though it wasn’t entirely clear who, you could take a wild guess and probably be right. Regardless, you sat back. Your opinion in this matter doesn't matter anyways even if you did have the courage to go out and say it.

Immediately after they had finished, Mikio stood up, handed his dish over to Mizu, and went on his way. You could see the subtle yet dejected look that came across Mizu’s face and you felt a pang in your heart. Sure he might not know the woman very well but the least he could do is act as if he’s even the slightest bit interested. You quickly walked over to Mizu and took the dishes from her hands.

“I’ll take those, don’t worry about them.” You smiled at her, again trying to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance but this time it led to no avail. Her mother had decided it would be best to get her ‘ready for tonight’ so they both walked out and into a different room, as they walked out though the expression Mizu held had shifted to one of confusion or fear.

You sat quietly as you cleaned out the dishes that had been sitting around from hours prior. The resentment you felt for your brother only doubled down by seeing his actions first hand. Was he the most disrespectful man to ever walk the earth? No, but you still expected better from him, and when he arrived home you weren’t going to let him forget it.

A few hours had passed and the sun had set long before your brother had finally deemed it an appropriate enough time to come home. The moment he did you stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to him,

“Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.” He said, already knowing you were going to complain. You looked at him up and down with a look of disgust, as if he had a choice in the matter.

“Well you're going to hear about it.” You argued.

“Can’t this wait?”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to complain about.”

“I don’t need to know what it is to know that it can wait for another time.”

“Oh sure, just so at that ‘other time’ you can shoo me away and say you have to take care of your horses, or you have work to do, or you're too busy.” You began to rant, much to Mikio’s dismay. This of course was not the first time you had gone off on him, and usually you were quite good at holding your tongue around him, usually his ego was too fragile to handle it, but you were not going to watch this woman sign her life with him just for him to look straight through her.

“You have been nothing but a slob and a grump all day and, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a wife now. A wife that you called ‘not that hideous’ within two seconds of meeting her, are you serious?”

Mikio didn’t make a move to acknowledge any of your statements but you knew he was listening. You knew, even if it wasn’t exactly obvious, that he knew his actions were wrong, but Mikio was not the kind of man to admit to his failures and you knew that. You knew this argument would go nowhere but you at least hoped if he made a change, he would pretend he got himself to that conclusion.

“It’s not exactly like I’m marrying a princess.” He finally responded, his tone laced with sarcasm causing you to scoff.

“Any woman who has to be subjected to marrying you, deserves nothing less than to be treated like one, and if you wont, someone else will.” You spat, storming out of the room to leave the man with his thoughts, or lack thereof.

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annab-nana · 5 months

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an angsty blurb with eddie munson and “Why are you awake?”

omg i can already feel my heart breaking

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (angel), sneaking around, cheating unfortunately :(

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he made sure the door closed after him softly, making as little noise as possible before he locked it behind himself. just as quietly and slowly as he shut the door, eddie began to slip off his sneakers and jacket. he reached his ringed hand out in front of him to feel for the coat hook in the darkness, but suddenly, he could see it clear as day due to the abrupt flicker of a light turning on.

"jesus!" he yelped when he realized it was just you who turned on the lamp. his heart calmed for a moment before he was back on edge. play it cool, eddie, he thought to himself. "you scared the shit out of me, angel."

you didn't respond, opting to remain stoic. you wanted to see what he would give up without you outright asking him.

while he caught his breath and took in your silence, he straightened up and asked, "why are you awake?"

"couldn't sleep." you kept your explanation short before easing into what you wanted to know. "where were you?"

"rick needed me to run something to a client for him."

your brows fell down to a furrow. "at two in the morning?"

"yeah." eddie nodded along with his verbal confirmation. "he deals to harsher people than i do, so i didn't think it'd be wise to make them wait until the morning like i would with someone i deal to."

"how far away did they live?" you inquired innocently.

"a couple miles past the war zone," he answered as his hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, one of his tells. "look," he paused to yawn, "i'm really tir-"

"did the same thing happen monday night?" you cut him off while making sure to look him directly in the eyes.

"what?" he was fiddling with the chain on his jeans, another tell.

"you left monday night too. did the same thing happen or did you go somewhere else?"

"um-"

"and last saturday, you slipped out of bed that night too," you continued.

"you sure i just wasn't in the bathroom or outside smoking? i do that often," eddie spoke nonchalantly.

you moved to the edge of the chair you sat in. "unless you drove to another bathroom or smoked somewhere else outside that was far enough to drive to because your van was gone too. so were your keys and your shoes and your jacket. i didn't realize you needed all of that stuff to go pee or smoke, but maybe i'm mistaken."

eddie's face faltered slightly at the bite in your tone.

"so this is your last chance, eddie. explain yourself. where have you been going? where have you been sneaking off to?" you questioned, eyes unmoving from his. you watched as he cast his line of sight down and he again scratched at the back of his neck. but this time, when he did, he pushed some of his hair out of the way and gave you a clear view of the few fresh hickies that littered his skin.

"oh." it was the first word you had spoken this whole night that wasn't firm, where you weren't trying to figure out what had been going on with your boyfriend these last few weeks. "i guess, the question now is are you going back to her tonight or am i looking for somewhere else to sleep?"

the eyes that had been avoiding you all night met yours in an instant. he shook his head. "y/n, no. baby, we can work this out." he'd rushed to you as he spoke, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand. it had been so long since he had held your hand and now, while trying to save the relationship he broke, he was holding it again.

you pulled it from his grasp and stood. "i'm leaving."

you moved quickly because you could feel the tears coming and you did not want to cry in front of him right now. he followed after you anyway and grabbed your hand that reached for your car keys.

"eddie," you warned him with both your tone and your eyes. "you did this. you chose to leave me and go be with her. all that's happening now is i am giving you permission, so if anything, it's easier for you. you left me tonight like you have done repeatedly for weeks, so keep up the same behavior and let me go."

his hand dropped from yours and he, with hesitation, stepped back to let you go. you didn't spare him a glance before you walked out of the door and let the tears flow.

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stitchlingbelle · 6 months

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So I recently saw this post and decided to be completely self-indulgent and write about the two specific characters who turned me into the person I am: Belle and Honor Harrington.

Belle* is a fairly easy one to explain. I'm a brunette who grew up on Disney movies and was just old enough to be hit with a lot of "you can't be the princess, you have brown hair". I'm also a voracious reader. And then, I switched schools and became The Weird New Girl overnight.

So when a brown-haired book-reading princess who everyone thought was weird appeared on the screen, I imprinted on her like a baby duckling. Here was all the validation I craved, that I could look like me and be me and read books and still have a happy ending. I clung to that all the way through middle school, high school and into college before I finally made it out the other side (ie, found my people and some self-esteem of my own.)

Honor Harrington is a bit more complicated. I have a deep and abiding love for that book series, and have for going on fifteen years now, but Honor herself is actually not my favorite character.** I didn't see myself in her, or aspire to be her.

What I eventually realized was that I wanted to live UP to her. Every time there was a passage about Rafe or Scotty or some other junior officer doing their best for her, I wondered if that would be me. If I would be good enough, try hard enough, be clever and brave and compassionate enough, to be one of 'hers'.

There's a scene where she has a bunch of cadets over for dinner and one asks a question that reveals they've had a look at some files that are officially off-limits, but unofficially are juuuust barely accessible if you're very, very dedicated. And it's said that caring enough to find them is a mark of being 'the right stuff' in senior officers' minds. I found myself caught up in wondering, would I have found them?

And that was all fantasy to me for the first bit of the series, which is heavy on the military action, a career I have never been cut out for. In-this-alternate-universe-would-I-be-a-Jedi levels of engagement. But it nagged at me.

And then the rest of the series happens, which is increasingly political and increasingly fraught and increasingly personal, as Honor actually becomes one of the people doing the politics. And while Weber leans a lot more monarchist than democratic in the books, the necessity of participating in your politics-- and thus your government and your society-- is one of Honor's major areas of growth and a key ideal set out by her and the people around her.

And I thought, I can't be a war hero. But I can do that.

I'd always been a voter, but I became a write-to-your-senator person, and then a donate-money person, and then a protest-march person, and then a volunteer-who-specializes-in-legislation person. Slowly I became more and more the sort of person I think Honor would be proud of.

So thank you to both my girls, and the people who made them, for making me.

*The Beast, being a miserable outcast, also spoke to me pretty strongly in middle school, but it took a lot more maturity to see that later on.

**That would be Thomas Theisman. Definitely also a character to live up to, but his impact on his junior officers gets a lot less page-time. And most of his storyline revolves more around direct action than civic engagement. (God, I'd love to see a committed lefty tackle that theme in restored-Republic Haven...)

#desperately wanted to title this 'Beauty and Honor'#as a little Robin McKinley nod #but it sounded too pretentious in my head so #BatB #Honor Harrington #yes the irony of Honor Harrington making me a leftist does not escape me #and would probably make poor David Weber cry #oh well

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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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'I dunno what this is' - my usual trope lmao but I'm just happy to have written something. this week was great emotionally but also exhausting and a drag so this may not be the greatest but I'm happy about it. As always, idk where this is going or if its even going anywhere. also as always, I haven't read it over lol we are working with vibes over here. I had this idea last night so theres that at least

Lewis stares at the guy who is supposed to be replacing Seb for the summer break, while he goes off on a well needed family vacation. Originally Lewis hadn’t needed a supplemental security guy, but then he’d started getting an increased amount of hate mail again ever since he eclipsed Max and Charles to be P1 in the championship standings again.

It was a great feeling, being P1. Even if the trade off sometimes meant that people took out their pitchforks.

Either way, he didn’t think this new guy would make the cut. He was cute, but he needed more than a pretty face to keep him safe. Didn’t matter if he came by Seb's personal request.

He was cute in a douchey Italian way, with his grown in facial hair and kinda wild curls. Lewis watched him as Seb gave him the run down, he was listening attentively at least and nodding along. Finally they joined Lewis out on the terrace, Seb looking as stern as ever and the new guy looking chill as if they were here for lunch.

“Lewis, this is Daniel Ricciardo, the guy I told you about.” Seb introduced, Daniel leaned forward to shake Lewis’ hand with a smile. Lewis looked him up and down, trying to place the military training that Seb claimed they had together. He didn’t see it, but he trusted his guy.

“Enchante.” Daniel grinned.

“You look like you were out partying last night, man.” Lewis said with a grin. Daniel laughed and his face got maybe ten times prettier.

“Yeah nah that's just my face. I can't help my dashing his looks.” Daniel shrugged carelessly. “I've been told it's quite punchable but what can you do, eh?”

That startled a laugh out of Lewis which in turn made Daniel grin even more. Lewis wanted to amend his previous impression of him, he was dangerous.

“So Seb says you’ve had an uptick in threatening DMs?” Daniel’s face became more focused, brows drawn in. it was Lewis’ turn to be blaise.

“No more than usual.” Lewis shrugged, he saw Seb shift from his periphery and Daniel raised a brow.

Daniel made a clicking sound with his tongue before turning to Seb. “Yeah, I’ll just stay, those kinda threats can go left pretty fast.” He was motioning with his hands and Lewis couldn’t stop looking at his fingers. His hands looked strong, steady. He had a tattoo on his wrist but his long sleeves prevented Lewis from seeing much else.

“Ah, bet.” Seb was saying. “And Lew is vegan, like I told you. That won’t be a problem I assume?”

Lewis wanted to roll his eyes, as if he would force anyone to become vegan to work for him. Daniel grinned again and Lewis was drawn to his face.

“Oh yeah I'm cool with being vegan for the next month or so.” Then he laughed, a wild but fun sound, “I had a fried chicken burger this morning as a send off anyway.”

“For breakfast?” Lewis asked dubiously.

“For brekkie. With an oat milk latte.” Daniel crossed his heart as if he was attempting to be a boy scout. Lewis was horrified with himself to find out that it was endearing him to the unserious man.

“Alright perfect. Thanks man, you really are doing me a solid.” Seb looked relieved that Daniel seemed to have passed some test. Lewis hadn’t realized any of them were being tested, but he trusted that Seb knew what he was looking for.

“No sweat mate, call us even for Ibiza.” Daniel grinned a squinty eyed grin when Seb threw his head back and cackled. Lewis looked on confused but content to let it go, he would have more than enough time in the next few weeks to try to get information out of Daniel. Especially information about how Seb was when they were younger.

Daniel eventually left with a spare key, saying he would go pack a bag and be back in an hour. It was just Lewis and Seb.

“You sure about this guy?” Lewis asked, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring into his friend’s blue blue eyes.

“100% I trust him with my life. Just.. keep your regular schedule, he’ll blend in an you’ll forget he’s even here.” Seb shrugged, Lewis looked at him dubiously.

“Yeah fine. If you say so.”

They walked to the door together, Seb would be heading back to Switzerland tonight. Seb looked at him assessing for a moment.

“Be truthful with me, if you’re uncomfortable with the situation we can figure something out.”

“No, Seb it’s fine. Go, have fun with Kimi and the kids. We’ll be fine here.” Lewis rolled his eyes.

“Fine fine. Sure sure. Just promise me something?”

“What’s that?”

Seb’s eyes became teasing. “Don’t fuck him, yeah?” Then he cackled all the way out the door, leaving Lewis stunned.

#im just happy to be here lol #dewis #lewis/daniel #and seb is also there #bodyguard daniel #i guess??

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Kinda a weird request, but;

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Eddie x male reader (can be hcs)

Y/N and Eddie getting high or something together and they're crushing, but haven't talked about it.

What if, out of nowhere, Y/N just says "you were my gay awakening" or something and Eddie is just "huh?"

Y/N just talks about how Eddie made him realize he was gay and kinda had a crush on him since.

{idk if this makes sense at all 😭}

I Was Never the Same After I Saw You - Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Male! Reader, he/him, this makes perfect sense!! Thank you so much for the request, i had so much fun writing this, it is a full fic and it was one of my favorites to write, I hope you enjoy!!

And as promised the “humina humina humina Eddie Munson” line did make the final cut

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Throwing the gear shift into park I turned my keys and pulled them out of the ignition. When I opened the door a smile pulled its way onto my face when I remembered why I came over to Eddie Munson’s trailer.

It was a Friday at school, sitting in our chemistry class Eddie passed a note to me. Unfolding the notebook paper there was his adorably awful handwriting. “Wanna come over tonight and hangout? I got a new strain I wanna try out but I don’t wanna smoke alone” As much as I keep my hopes up he’ll ask me on a date I shouldn’t. I had loved Eddie for a while now but I didn’t want to ask him and end up being wrong about him and be called the town fag for the rest of my life. Grabbing my pen I wrote out a sure with a little smiley face before passing the note back. He did a small dance in his seat after reading my response.

I knocked on the front door of the Munson’s trailer, it was about 8pm so Wayne had long gone to work his night shift. There was a bunch of noise coming from inside before the door slammed open.

“(Y/n)! Come in!” There he was, the man who made me realize I didn’t want to date girls. Standing in his hellfire shirt, ripped jeans, hair a mess, leaning out the door to hold onto the handle. God I wish I could just grab his face and kiss him, but I can’t ruin this, it’s too good to lose. He stepped back and let me walk in, pulling the door closed behind us.

“Well you know what to do you’ve been here before, I’ve got snacks and drinks for tonight, I’ve got a few joints rolled for us too so we’re good for a bit. Whatdya wanna do?” His hands found their way to his back pockets, his usual stance that I had grown to find adorable and somewhat comforting.

“Smoke first I guess, we have the whole weekend and knowing your uncle he won’t be back for a while.” Kicking my shoes off at the door I followed Eddie into his room, admiring the posters and the clutter that made this space so, Him. He grabbed the joints off his desk before snagging his lucky zippo and flopping onto his bed. He gently pat the space next to him for me to sit down, before he popped open his lighter and took the first hit of the night. We didn’t take long to finish off the first two joints pretty quickly, then slowly taking drags from the third one to make it last a little longer. At this point we were both high, laid out on Eddie’s bed with random snacks and drinks on the bed with us and on his nightstands.

I looked over at Eddie, his hair spread out around his head, dopey grin while he quietly sings along to the music playing from his stereo. He looks absolutely angelic, there were only two thoughts in my mind as I looked over at him, what an angelic man, and humina humina humina Eddie Munson. Looking over his features he noticed me staring and turned his head to look at me.

“What’s going on in that mind, pretty boy?” I could feel my heart speed up and skip a beat at the same time when he called me a pretty boy.

“Oh nothing, just that you were my gay awakening.” I didn’t process what I said but it was too late for me to take it back, I guess we’re rolling with this.

“Huh? Whatdya mean gay awakening?” He moved so he was laying on his side, holding his head up with his arm while he looked at me with a curiously confused expression. I took a deep breath before deciding that the worst that could happen was he sends me home high and I move out of town to get away from this.

“From the first moment I met you I couldn’t help but think of us as a thing. I had always been used to looking at girls but never feeling anything about them. I could look at Chrissy Cunningham or Tammy Thompson and appreciate how pretty they are, but I don’t want to be with them. I don’t want to be with a girl, and meeting you, becoming friends, just being around you made me realize that. Your smile is so pretty that whenever I see you I just want to grab your face and kiss you until I can’t breathe. I want to play with your hair and feel how soft it is when I pull you deeper for a kiss. I love how excited you get when you talk about Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. When you start playing your favorite songs, and you just look absolutely beautiful. I love when you’re playing at gigs with the guys and seeing you headband while playing the sickest metal riff I’ve ever heard. So yeah, you were my gay awakening Eddie Munson, and if you don’t want me to be your friend after this because you don’t want to be associated with a faggot I’ll just leave you alone- and I’m rambling I’m sorry I can leave.” I didn’t even look at his face when I sat up after my apology. I kept telling myself to not say anything before this but of course I couldn’t stop myself after I got high as a fucking kite. I had barely started to stand up when a hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me back onto the bed.

“Don’t leave, please, I want to be friends with you, more than friends, I want to BE with you (y/n), I just didn’t want to think that I was crushing for the wrong guy. It’s hard to find people that are actually gay in a city like Hawkins, so please, stay, stay with me.” I looked over at Eddie, tears in my eyes while he also had started to tear up. I sat up again and moved to straddle Eddie’s thighs, grabbing his face with my hands and bringing our lips close.

“You want this just as much as I do right?” He nodded as well as he could with my hands holding him. After his confirmation I brought our lips together in a slow kiss, it showed every emotion and thing I had wanted to show him for years now. We held the kiss for a few seconds before we pulled away needing to catch our breaths.

“I love you (Y/n) (L/n).”

“And I love you Eddie Munson.”

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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He Comes To Your Rescue

Toru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader Kotarou Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendo Satori

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Kageyama

Toru Oikawa

👑 When you started hanging out with the boys more often, most of the fans were kind enough, they all knew that they weren’t dating Oikawa.

👑 Oikawa was the one to announce that he was dating you, all it took was one post and everyone knew by the next day.

👑 Like I said most of the fans were happy for you both but there were a few who refused to believe that you were both together, people that claimed you were with him because of his money (unfortunately athletes don’t actually get paid that much but okay) or for the status.

👑 Though these opinions hadn’t been much more than social media comments you had always been waiting to meet someone with more confidence than common sense.

You smiled as someone tapped you on the shoulder, you looked over your shoulder and your smile widened as you looked at Iwaizumi “I’m glad you found the stadium okay.” You smiled as he took a seat next to you, his arm stretching over the seat behind you as he ruffled your hair slightly. “Do you know how long it took me to do my hair today? Why would you do that?” You tried to fix the damage he had done.

“Don’t worry you look fine, it’s not like shittykawa is even going to notice.” He shrugged.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked.

“He’s glanced up at the 3 times and he’s still not realized me.” Iwa shrugged.

“See she claims to be dating Oikawa but she’s letting this guy wrap his arm around her.” You both looked over at the girl who pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you both.

“I’m going to post this.” She informed you as she showed you the picture.

“Please do, I look really good from that angle.” You smiled “don’t you think?”

“Yeah sure.” Iwa rolled his eyes with a smirk, his eyes on something on the court.

“Are you done here?” You asked as you waited for them to leave.

“Are you serious!?” She asked.

“Surely you’re not going to watch the game from there.” You frowned, you could see Iwa was about 5 minutes away from telling them to get lost himself but before anything else could happen, you heard him:

“Little cutie! You didn’t tell me that there was a special guest.” Oikawa appeared next to you.

“Well you were the one that said you missed him.” You shrugged “Iwa said that he was looking to go on holiday so here we are.”

“I love you.” He cheered as he pressed a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to Iwa both of the hugging as you glanced over to see the girls were gone. “Fans of yours?” He asked in reference to the girls that were in the place that you were looking.

“Fans of yours.” You corrected him “thought I was cheating with Iwa.”

“Still as annoying as it was in school.” Iwa cut in.

“Come you’ve got to get back down there and make this match worth the watch.” You ordered, he leaned down to kiss you one more time snapping a picture on your phone.

“Post that for me.” He winked kissing you one more time before jogging off out of the range of Iwa’s hit.

Hajime Iwaizume

💪 You didn’t often go to meet Iwa at work, he worked at a gym full of men most of the time and he was rather protective.

💪 This time however he had forgotten his lunch and as much as he hated asking he needed you to drop it off, seeing the way that his day was lined up, he wasn’t going to have time to go out and grab something else.

💪 When you got there the woman at the front desk smiled as she recognised you. “He told me he was waiting for you, I’ll call him down.” she called for Iwa and then gestured for you to go take a seat while you waited for him.

💪 The people behind you must have been listening in because before long they were standing over you.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you looked up at them.

“Do you even go to the gym?” One of the girls asked and you looked at them and frowned.

“Umm…-”

“You don’t look like you go to the gym.” The other cut you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Well how did you get a session with Iwaizumi, we’ve been trying for months.” The first girl complained, they both looked you up and down before one of them laughed.

“Are you planning to bribe him?” She smirked and you frowned before your hands tightened around his lunch sensing that they were up to something, you could see her hand lifting but before anything could happen the man of the hour called out to you.

“Thanks for bringing this for me sweetheart.” You looked at him and smiled, standing to walk over and meet him halfway, hoping to get away from the girls in front of him but they had other plans, one of them stepping forward and knocking you off balance, you fell forward doing your best to make sure that Iwa’s lunch stayed in tacked. Iwa rushed over to you, taking the lunch from you and putting it to the side.

“Oh my god are you okay?” One of the girls stepped forward.

“Leave.” Iwa ordered as he pulled you up to sit.

“What?” She asked.

“You and your friend leave, find another gym to use.” He ordered before turning his attention to you, tipping your head up to see if there was any damage to you.

“Is your lunch okay?” You asked as he sat you back on the bench and started cleaning a small cut on your cheek.

“I don’t care about the lunch, I care about you, did you know those girls?” He asked.

“No, they said that they’ve been trying to get a session with you for months and they were angry because they thought that you were doing a session with me.” You shrugged.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “All fixed up.” He pressed a bandaid to your face before kissing where the small cut was.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, my love.” He said as you both stood up as you attempted to step around him he wrapped an arm around you “I’ll make up for this when I get him later.”

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo had been training hard for this match for months and the least you could do was go and support him, the stadiums were loud and crowded so you didn’t often find yourself there.

🦉 When you told Bo that you were going to be there, he was over the moon, he would not stop talking about it and even asked you to wear his shirt from last season so that he would be able to see you in the crowd.

🦉 To his credit he did see you as soon as you sat down, he waved at you before blowing you a kiss, you waved back pretending to catch the kiss and put it to your cheek.

🦉 That was where the problems came, it caught the attention of a group of girls who were clearly fans of Bo or the Jackals in general because they were standing in front of you within seconds.

“Where’d you get that top?” One of them asked, you glanced at them for a second before answering.

“From my boyfriend.” You answered as you tried to look around them to see the court, when you did, you actually couldn’t see him anymore and frowned, your attention drawn back to them when one of them nudged you in the shoulder.

“We ask you a question.” The first one glared at you folding her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, what did you ask?” You asked through gritted teeth as you tried not to start a fight at the match the Bo had been working so hard for.

“Do you know that’s fake?” She asked. “There’s no way that your boyfriend could have gotten the real shirt from that season.”

“What makes you say that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

“They didn’t sell any merch for that season, there’s nothing that looks like that made officially for fans.” You honestly thought that you had left this behind when you left school, you had been dating Bo for a long time and it’s not like you kept it a secret, he had trouble keeping his camera off of you, you were all over his social media.

“Babe!” You heard him yell before he came bouncing into your view with his phone “it’s time for my pre-game picture.”

“Don’t you usually take that with your team?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but you're here today, I wanna take it with you.” He smiled as he sat in the chair next to you pulling you against him “smile baby owl.” You smiled at the camera and he snapped the picture standing up to cage you into the chair that you were sitting on.

“What are you doing?” You asked for a small smile on your face.

“I’m just making sure you're okay.” He answered.

“I’m fine I’m just trying not to start a fight before your match, I want to see you win.” You smiled bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek. “So get back down there so you can win.”

“Alright babe.” He pressed a kiss to your lips “make sure that you cheer for me when I win.”

“Make sure you win.” You winked before pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he ran off, the girls that were there weren’t anymore in fact when you saw them a couple of rows over it seemed like they could even keep eye contact with you.

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httpsdana · 1 year

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I loved your Rashford fic sm!! can you write 118 from your prompt list with him? 💙

Teasing~Marcus Rashford

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I'm glad I'm getting more requests for underrated players like Marcus

my posts are flopping idk why :(

keep sending in your requests <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

118-"fucking hell, shut your mouth." "make me."

y/n woke up and chose violence. She woke up and decided she would be making her boyfriend Marcus jealous.

He got jealous easily so it wasn't a hard task for her.

She woke Marcus up by pressing a few kisses on his forehead. "good morning baby. up up. you have practice today" she said lowly against his forehead.

Marcus opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"don't give me those eyes. get up" she said, making him groan before he rolled out of bed

"you coming with me darling?" Marcus called out from the bathroom

"yeah I have nothing to do today" she replied, realizing that she can make him jealous by flirting with one of his teammates

She changed into a cute top and a pair of jeans, leaving her hair down. After putting some make up on, she walked downstairs to where Marcus was tying his shoelaces. Once he noticed her presence, he looked up and smiled at her

He got up from the couch and walked to her, putting an arm around her waist, pressing his lips against her temple.

"you look beautiful princess" he mumbled against her hair

She smiled up at him, pecking his lips softly

"and you look quite handsome too.ready?" she asked, he nodded and grabbed his car keys

The moments they stepped on the pitch, the first person that cuaght y/n's eye was Jadon Sancho. He and hed were close. Him playing for both England and Manchester United with Marcus made them talk for a few times. They were basically best friends

Once Jadon's eyes caught y/n's, she was quick to wave at him. Marcus' eyebrows rose as he glanced at who his girlfriend was waving at. Jadon made his way to the couple, greeting Marcus before he turned his attention to y/n

"well well. if it isn't the famous y/n. how are you gorgeous?" he said with a smirk, making y/n's smirk grow too

"well I'm doing great. what about you?" she took a small step closer to him, in which Marcus huffed and walked further to the pitch to start his practice

His eyes were burning through the back of her head. She felt it, and he knew that she felt it. All y/n was doing was trying to make him jealous, and he noticed that.

He was furious. Seeing how Jadon and y/n were sitting way too close. How she had her arm on his forearm or thigh when she laughed at him. He notched how she was laughing a little too much at whatever he was saying

Saying he was fuming was an understatement. So he took permission from his coach to leave earlu, saying he wasn't feeling too good

He walked to his girlfriend and teammate, putting his arm around y/n's waist tightly, ignoring Jadon'd presence

"let's go princess" he said in a tone that made y/n realize how much she fucked up. She nodded before she turned to Jadon. She hugged him and made sure to kiss his cheek in the process.

Marcus rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Jadon

The tension in the car was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. But none of them tried saying anything to break this tension

Marcus slammed the door behind him once they entered their house, making y/n turn to look at him

"you think that was funny?" he asked, his eyes full of anger and jealousy

"what? I didn't do anything" she shrugged innocently, while he stepped closer to her

"you think I didn't notice everything you were doing with Jadon? All the laughing and the touching. What has gotten into you?" his voice was bitter

"its just...it got me thinking. When I saw Jadon today, I realized how handsome he is. I mean his accent is hot and his smile is adorable. And his hair. ohh his hair. its like so sof-" she was interrupted by the voice of her boyfriend

"fucking hell, shut your mouth." he snapped making her stop to look at him

"make me." she snapped back

He closed the space between them, putting his arm on her lower back, and pressing his lips rather roughly against hers

After a while, he pulled away with a smirk, seeing her flushed face.

"go to the bedroom. I'll be up there in a while"

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panandinpain0 · 2 years

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Hi could you do a fluff/Angst headcanon of dating Will x Male reader???

Home

Of course! I love Will so much.

Requested by: Anon

Will Byers x Male!Reader (Hopper is the father figure to Reader, but not like Eleven- he's just the only parental role you have in your life)

Something to know about me- I hate being sad so I avoid angst if I can. Which is one of the reasons why I am terrified for tonight when vol. 2 comes out...

For that reason- this oneshot is set in season 3, I need some nostalgia before I get hit with this

Enjoy while we still can 🥲

You and Will had been going out for a couple of months now and you were both incredibly happy

Your loved ones supported you

Strangers didn't, but why did they matter?

Honestly everyone just wanted the two of you safe and happy.

That's why when you go on dates Hopper trails along.

He thinks you don't notice, but you do

Ever since you had gotten together Joyce had voiced her concern for you two to Hopper

So he decided to keep an eye on you

(Let's be honest, he was going to do it whether Joyce said something or not)

You were basically his son- and even if you weren't, he still felt responsible for you

And if anyone laid a hand on you, man, watch out

So when you came to visit the Byers' house after school to meet with Will while Hopper was over

And you were covered with bruises and cuts

Blood, sweat, and tears caused by something other than "hard work"

You should have seen Hopper's face.

It was redder than when he yelled at Eleven to keep the door 3 inches open when Mike was over

You had knocked, even though you didn't need to.

You had a key, Joyce had given one to you years ago

Walking into the kitchen you could see Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Will sitting at the table

Joyce and Will had jumped up when they saw you

And offered you a seat at the table

Which you took

They all shouted questions at you while Joyce patched you up

"It was nothing," you say

"Just some kid."

"'Just some kid?'" Hopper would shout back.

He and Jonathan would threaten to find the kid and beat him to a pulp

But the three of you would convince them not too

"I'm fine, really."

And you were

Fine- that is

You would take anything as long as it meant being with Will

Other than those parts of your relationship everything else would be bliss

Watching movies (Jonathan joining sometime, man that guy seems a little lonely)

Drawing together

Trying to draw each other and then laughing at the drawings

Joyce teaching you how to cook

Hanging out as a couple with him and his group of friends

You'd team up and convince them all to play DnD just like you used to

They would have your back.

If anything happened, you knew you wouldn't be alone

Because they were your family

Your favorite moments were the quiet ones, alone with Will

Holding his hand as you laid on his bed in the afternoon, cuddling

The window open and the hot air and sun filtering in

You would look into his eyes for hours

Running your fingers through his hair

Or watching him draw

Or listening to music together

Then everything happened.

The Mall fiasco

...The Mind Flayer

Billy.

Hopper.

...

Joyce thought it was best for them to move.

You were torn in part, both you and Will

It wasn't like Joyce liked seeing it, but she needed to leave

To get away

So as you joined lips with Will for what seemed to be the last time you realized something

You would rather be with Will, than anywhere else.

Yes, Hawkins was your home physically

But your real home?

Will Byers.

You move to Cali with the Byers + Eleven! Yayyyyy!

I was really debating on whether to make you and Eleven siblings but I ship Jopper and it'd be weird if Joyce and Hopper were a thing while you and Will were a thing- you get it.

Who else is petrified for tonight?

Heh... yayyyy

-Author Max <3

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Chance Encounter {finale} // Jake Kiszka

Jake Kiszka x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.9K

begin here

Summary: After a chance encounter at the bar, what happens when she realizes she now has to work with Jake and the guys?

Multi-part, lovers to friends to lovers tale ahead!

Warnings: Smut (oral, m receiving; fingering, f receiving; unprotected penetrative sex (just don't do it); dirty talk; mild praise kink)

*18+ only, smut below the cut so leave now if you're not 18*

“What are you talking about?” Sam asked, confused at the sudden shift in the room.

“You know, how they hooked up before they realized we’d all be working together” Josh explained. When no one agreed, realization seemed to hit him as he took in your panicked face and Jake’s fury. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I’ve clearly had too much to drink. I’m just making shit up now.”

But it was too little, too late. Danny and Sam were awkwardly glancing between you and Jake, no one knowing quite what to say. You cleared your throat, gathering up your bag to head to your own room.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow” you mumbled before quickly leaving the room. You leaned on the wall opposite Josh’s door, trying to collect yourself. Your hands shook as you ran them through your hair. You weren’t surprised when the door opened and Jake appeared in the hallway.

“Y/N, please let me—”

You quickly turned away from him, fumbling in your purse for your key card. You felt totally unprepared to have this discussion right now.

“Please, just talk to me” he begged and you spun around to face him.

“What is there to discuss? You promised no one knew and that you would keep it between us. And this whole fucking time I’ve been a laughing stock without even knowing it!” you yelled, fighting back tears.

“No, Y/N, I swear only Josh knew. I told him right at the beginning because he wouldn’t let it fucking drop.”

“You still totally betrayed my trust! How am I supposed to face them after this? Do you not understand what you’ve done?!” you asked, fury blooming in your chest. “If this got out, there’s no way it wouldn’t impact my career. At the very least, it’ll cause an absolute shit storm. All because you just had to tell someone!?”

“Fuck, no, that’s not it at all! I just needed someone to talk to about it, like how you had Lindsey. I am so, so fucking sorry.”

You turned away from him again, finally reaching your own door. “Sorry isn’t enough right now, Jake. This is exactly what I was fucking terrified of and now it’s happening!”

“I know and I’m sorry, look let me help, we can figure this out” he pleaded as you slid your key card into the door.

“No, you can’t. I’ll call Republic tomorrow to get reassigned.”

“Reassigned?! We all feel exactly like Josh does, we love working with you, you’re our friend now too. You’d just leave?”

“To protect my career? Absolutely. Maybe you should’ve thought that over more before you betrayed our so-called friendship. Now, please, leave me be, Jake.”

***

Jake stood staring at the door you’d shut in his face, unsure of what do from here. He heard a door open behind him down the hall and knew it was one of his brothers. He turned to see Danny looking at him sadly. Jake sighed, returning to the room to fill the guys in on what you’d just said.

“Way to fucking go Josh! You always have to run your mouth, don’t you?” Sam glared, shaking his head. Bickering ensued as Josh tried to defend himself before Danny broke it up with a loud clap.

“Guys, quit it! We need to focus on Y/N right now. If she feels like she needs to leave that’s her choice but we need to make her understand we won’t view her any differently. Or tell anyone about what happened…or is happening?” Danny asked uncertainly, glancing over at Jake.

“No, never again, she made that much very clear from the get go.”

“Are you sure? Danny and I had kind of been wondering if something was going on between you two for a while now” Sam admitted and Danny nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know what you mean, we’ve just become good friends over the last few months, that’s all.”

“Nothing more?” Josh piped up.

“Haven’t you done enough tonight?!” Jake snapped.

“I said I’m sorry! I’ll apologize to her tomorrow…I feel like absolute shit.”

“That being said...really nothing more? I get wanting to protect her but cat’s out of the bag now” Danny shrugged. Jake took a deep breath, reviewing your time together the last few months. While nothing had happened and he did consider you a close friend, he’d be lying if he said the feelings had gone away—they definitely hadn’t. They lingered in his chest but he cared too much about you to bring them up.

“I mean, no, nothing more has actually happened. I’m not saying there aren’t feelings there but they’ve always been one-sided.”

“Mmmm I don’t think that’s true at all. I mean, I obviously don’t know for sure, but we’ve all seen how she looks at you” Josh said and the others agreed.

“Guys, I appreciate it but please drop it. Just try and fix it in the morning and we can go from there.”

“Wait, you’re coming tomorrow too, right? To talk to her?” Danny asked, confused.

“She’s made it clear she doesn’t want a thing to do with me anymore” Jake said before leaving and heading back to his own room for the night.

***

The next morning you woke to knocks on your door. You let out a heavy sigh as you forced yourself from bed, checking through the peephole to see who it was. The three boys stood waiting outside your door and you took another deep breath before letting them in. You ignored the way that disappointment and gratitude mingled in your chest when Jake wasn’t with them as you all sat down.

“So, I’ll go first. Y/N, I am so, so sorry. I obviously drank too much last night but that’s no excuse. I really forced the issue with Jake at the beginning until he admitted what had happened. He told me in confidence and I’m sorry I brought it up last night.”

“I appreciate that, Josh. I’m still upset it happened but in the end it’s Jake’s fault for telling you in the first place.”

The boys exchanged looks at your assertion but didn’t comment further. “Are you definitely going to leave?” Sammy asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I think it’s logically the best decision…things have changed, I’m sure.”

“Not for us” Danny spoke up and you eyed him suspiciously. “Seriously, we’re all adults. Do you think we see Jake any differently now that we know?”

“No…”

“Then why would we look at you any differently?”

You couldn’t argue with his logic but the doubt was still there. The fear of what would happen if you stayed on this tour and continued working together for the foreseeable future.

“I guess you wouldn’t. And I mean, the label doesn’t have hard and fast rules but I’ve seen what happened to others, especially women, that ended up romantically involved with the talent. It always ends badly.”

“But, you’re not together romantically. It was a one-time thing before you knew, right?” Josh pointed out.

“Technically, yeah.”

“Technically?”

You let out a deep sigh, debating how much to reveal. “Honestly, there’s always been something there, buried down deep. It was just easier to ignore it especially once we all became friends. But there’s just no going back. I can’t work with him every day knowing that the secret’s out. It’s brought it all to the surface, you know?”

“But who will keep Rosie company when we’re busy?” Sammy whispered.

“And who will do my make up?” Danny questioned

“And my rhinestones! Or watch movies with me on the road?” Josh added.

You laughed at their antics but your heart also warmed. “You guys have to promise me you won’t treat me any differently. That we’re all still friends and can work together management-wise.”

They all it swore up and down, quickly engulfing you in a group hug.

***

The plane ride to Mexico was awkward to say the least. The guys did their best to make it not so, but there was palpable tension between you and Jake despite having three buffers.

It wasn’t that you were mad at him, per se, but you were hurt and you didn’t know how to mend the bridge between you. Especially considering he’d offered you nothing more than a curt nod when you joined the guys for the car ride over. There were no words shared during the trip to the airport, through security, waiting at the gate, or on the plane itself.

Sam and Danny were your seatmates but even Josh would chime in on your conversation occasionally, making Jake’s silence that much louder. This silence continued all the way to the hotel before you each went your separate ways into your rooms. You sat on your bed with a sigh, taking in the beautiful view through your window. You were grateful the other guys were acting normally but were worried about how, or if, you and Jake could mend things. You missed him tremendously but didn’t know how to begin to explain your emotions to him.

***

The first week of the South American tour was terrible. Not the shows, of course, those were great—the fans were absolutely incredible. But every time Jake was in the room with Y/N, he felt the tension radiating off you. He was doing what you wanted—giving you space, not trying to argue his case or explain himself anymore.

Jake could tell it was taking a toll on the band though. Where conversation and jokes used to flow, awkward pauses reigned and smaller groups were becoming necessary. Nothing was affected business-wise but you all felt the discomfort.

“Hey, Jake!” Danny called from down the hallway backstage. Sound check had just wrapped and Jake was about to go back to the hotel for the afternoon.

“What’s up?”

“Josh said he wanted to talk through those new lyrics again. He’s in dressing room 4, down the hall.”

Jake sighed and thanked Danny, heading off to deal with his brother. How many times could Josh nitpick this current song they’d been working on? He got that Josh was the one saying the words but they were going in circles at this point.

He opened the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw you perched on the makeup vanity across the way. Your eyes rose to meet his, widening as you took him in.

“I’m sorry, I must have the wrong-” Jake began, but was quickly cut off by the loud bang of the door slamming, then locking, behind him.

“What the fuck is going on?” you asked. Jake was thankful your tone wasn’t angry but simply confused, just as he was.

“Danny said Josh needed me in here?”

You laughed humorlessly and Jake quirked his head in confusion. “And Josh said Sammy needed to talk to me.”

Shit. “They parent-trapped us” Jake said in disbelief. You angrily took your phone out, putting it on speaker as you hit a contact in your favorites.

“Please don’t be mad but we can’t do this anymore. You two need to figure your shit out, alright? You’re both being too stubborn for your own good” Sam’s voice emerged from your phone.

“You couldn’t have just told us and scheduled a meeting like normal people?” you questioned. A long pause was the only response for quite some time.

“I suppose that would have made more sense but here we are. Call us when it’s done, we’ll be at the hotel. Okay, good luck, bye!” Josh’s voice said before the call disconnected.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Jake sighed, rubbing his hands over his face as he sat on the couch opposite you.

“I’m honestly surprised they didn’t pull something like this earlier, they’re not exactly subtle” you mused and Jake couldn’t help but agree. A long, pregnant silence ensued, neither of you anticipating having this conversation today.

“I’m sorry that I took it all out on you” you began. “It still hurts that you didn’t keep our secret but I understood why you told Josh.”

“You don’t have to say that if you don’t mean it, I know it was a shitty thing to do. I meant what I said that night: I’m sorry. I had no intention of breaking your trust, we barely knew each other when I let it slip to Josh.”

“I’m saying it because I do mean it, Jake. I knew all of that that night I just couldn’t even think straight…I was so overwhelmed. And for some reason, it hurt more that you told Josh in the first place than Josh drunkenly announcing it to the room” you explained, tentatively joining Jake on the couch. “So, I accept your apology and I hope you accept mine too.”

“Of course, I do, I’ve hated not talking to you this last week.”

“It’s been super shitty” you agreed, smiling shyly at him. Jake knew he could let it go there and things would go back to what they were. But there was some emotion on your face he couldn’t quite place.

“I do, um, have another question though. If you knew it’d be okay between us that night than why did you almost leave?”

You took a deep breath, eyes searching his for a long moment. “If what I’m about to say isn’t mutual, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

He nodded, cautiously holding your hand in his, noting their slight shakiness.

“Once I’d calmed down in my hotel room that night, I was wracking my brain trying to figure out why I was so upset and hurt by you rather than Josh. I quickly realized it’s because Josh has always been my friend but you’ve never been just a friend. I want more from you than that” you admitted, nervously playing with his fingers and avoiding his gaze. “Given how coldly I’d dismissed you that first night and the relationship we grew on the road, I was too scared to admit it to myself. But once I realized it that night, I couldn’t unsee it. I didn’t know if I could keep doing this job if you didn’t feel the same way… I wouldn’t know how convince myself to feel like we’re just friends.”

Jake gently cupped your cheek, guiding your eyes to his. His heart broke a little at the tears he saw there, slowly slipping down your cheeks. “Hey, it’s okay, don’t cry” he comforted you, gently kissing your tears away. “You’ve become one of my best friends, Y/N, but that’s never been the only way I saw you. I’ve been wrapped around your finger since you looked at me in the bar that first night. But I didn’t want to push it, push you, into something you didn’t want.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. He softly stroked your hair, breathing in the scent of you. He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed it or how it immediately caused a calm to course through his body. “I guess I see now why the guys did this” he admitted, chuckling.

“What do you mean?”

“I admitted to them the night of our fight I wanted to be with you and they kept insisting they thought you felt the same way but I wouldn’t listen to them.”

“That would also explain all the weird comments they’ve been making lately about ‘living my truth’” you giggled and Jake’s heart lit up at the sound.

“So, we’re really going to do this?” he questioned, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“It looks like it” you grinned and his heart fluttered at the joy in your eyes. “Can we keep it private, though? Obviously, friends and family should know but nothing public. I want this to just be ours.”

“That sounds perfect” he agreed, eyes never leaving yours. The silence that followed had a different kind of tension, one finally broken by Jake’s gentle kiss.

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This kiss felt far different from the first you’d shared months ago. While the desire was still palpable, Jake kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. You swung your leg over his, settling onto his lap, hand cupping the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. As your lips easily glided together, you felt his fingers tease the hem of your shirt and you lifted your arms to help him remove it.

He placed soft kisses down your jawline before descending onto your neck, sucking gently on the delicate skin below your ear. You found yourself slowly grinding your hips down onto him, desperate for friction. Jake responded with a light, teasing bite to your neck, making you giggle. He quickly removed his own shirt before capturing your lips again, your breaths mingling together.

You removed your bra before returning to the kiss, bringing your chests together, sighing happily at the contact. His fingers trailed down your body before settling between your legs over the cotton of your leggings. The gentle contact drew a moan from your lips and your head lolled back.

“God, you look beautiful like this” he mumbled, as his hands dipped into your pants, tracing teasing circles along your clit. Your hips bucked into him as breathy sighs escaped your lips.

“We have way too many clothes on” you grumbled, standing up to remove your pants and underwear, Jake doing the same on the couch. Rather than settling back onto his lap, you dropped to your knees before him. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since that night” you admitted, hands firmly wrapping around his dick.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm” you nodded, placing a soft kiss on his tip. “You didn’t let me taste you last time.” You looked into his eyes as you laid your tongue flat along the underside of his cock, slowly licking your way up to its head.

“God, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth” he praised and you felt yourself dampen further. You wrapped your lips around him, bobbing up and down the length of him while he groaned above you. A few moments later, you released the suction with a pop, replacing your lips with your hands on his shaft. You sucked his balls into your mouth and he cursed loudly, hips bucking up into your palm.

“So eager, aren’t we?” you teased, nibbling lightly.

“Fuck, come back up here” he begged and you settled onto his lap again, his hands gripping your ass as your lips met once again. Your tongues danced in perfect harmony together and you whimpered as he once again teased your cunt, dipping two fingers in while he circled your clit with his thumb.

“So wet for me, baby. What do you want to do about that?” he asked, placing gentle kisses along your jawline.

Your only answer was to simply sink onto the length of him and your moans mingled together as you settled around his thickness. His hand cupped behind your neck, drawing your foreheads together. As you began to rock against him, his fingers dipped back down to expertly circle your clit.

“God, that feels good” you sighed. Sharing each other’s air while gazing into each other’s eyes felt achingly intimate. As his fingers picked up speed, your hips joined in the rhythm he was setting and you gasped as his other hand guided your hips farther down onto his length.

“You’re such a good girl, taking my dick so fucking well” he whispered before placing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss on your neck. You moaned at his words, your hips beginning to falter as you felt your orgasm building. Jake noticed and began to fuck up into you, hand gripping your hip even tighter to keep you in place as you lost yourself in the feel of him.

“Jake, I’m so close” you whined and you felt him nod against your forehead.

“I know, baby, I can feel it. Come on, give it to me” he encouraged and a moment later you toppled over edge, clinging to his shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through you. Your gaze stayed locked on him, his whiskey eyes never leaving yours—you’d never felt closer to a partner than you did in that moment.

“Come on, Jakey, I want to make you feel good” you whispered, placing soft kisses to his ear as your hips began rocking again.

“You already feel so fucking good, keep doing that. Want me to fill you up, baby?”

“Yes, please, Jakey, I want it so badly” you mewled and soon felt his hips spasm before warmth filled your core. He called your name as he spilled into you, his faced buried in your neck, his strong arms holding you in place.

You stayed wrapped together like this for several moments, catching your breaths and reveling in your closeness. You soon lifted his face to place gentle kisses on his forehead and each cheek before resting your foreheads together again.

“That was seriously incredible, darling” he smiled up at you and your heart fluttered, placing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Incredible is seriously underselling the experience” you replied, gently lifting off of him so he could grab something to clean up the mess you two had made. He returned from the attached bathroom a moment later, gently guiding your legs open again so he could wipe your center with a warm, damp cloth. You watched his eyes, amazed at the deep emotion within them as he tended to you—how had you not noticed it these last few months?

“Hey, where’d you go?” he asked quietly, coaxing your hips up so he could slip your underwear back on, beginning to dress you.

“I was just thinking how much time we missed over the last few months” you admitted as he pulled his boxers back on, quickly followed by his shirt.

“I don’t think we missed anything. Without the last few months, we wouldn’t have become best friends, only lovers. I’d much rather know you inside and out, even if it made the road to get here a little longer.”

Your chest squeezed at his words, “You know what I love about you?”

He smiled as he motioned for you to lean forward so he could clasp your bra behind your back, “What’s that?”

“I love how you either say the most beautiful, insightful things or utter nonsense.”

He threw his head back in laughter, making you giggle as you adjusted your bra straps. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever said nonsense in my entire life, actually. Everything I say is very, very deep and important” he retorted, playfully tossing your shirt at you before zipping up his own pants.

You stood once your shirt was back in its proper place, stepping into your leggings as Jake tenderly pulled them back up your legs, settling them onto your hips, “Whatever you say, Jake. I have mountains of evidence that prove otherwise but believe whatever makes you feel better.”

He shook his head as he shot off a text to his brothers to unlock the door. “I get it, some of what I say goes above your head, you can just admit that.”

You playfully shoved his shoulders, mouth open in mock offense. “Why don’t we ask your brothers? I’m sure they’ll agree I’m the smarter of the two of us.”

“Hmm maybe smarter but what about the more important thing—who’s wiser?”

“Jacob, you are absolutely intolerable.”

Despite your playful tone, you felt something settle deep within yourself as you gazed into your lover’s eyes. Yes, you could definitely get used to this.

A/N: Thank you for all the love on this story 🥰 I'm thinking my next one will be for Danny but don't take my word for it.

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craftycheetah · 2 years

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Cutting the engine, Hitoshi takes his keys from the ignition as he parks outside the cafe. Stepping inside, he greeted the cats with a smile before going to the register.

“Welcome to the Paw-fee House,” a voice says from behind the counter.

“Hey, Y/n, I’ll—you’re not Y/n….” Hitoshi trails off, looking at the wide-eyed green-haired woman.

“Oh, yeah, she’s not working this week. I can still take your order if you’d like?”

“Oh, um, okay.”

Hearing your doorbell ring, you sighed to yourself, putting your phone down on the couch. “Who the hell is at my door? I can’t go to work and I don’t have that many friends, so that rules out anyone I know….” you grumble. Walking down the stairs, you roll your eyes as the doorbell rings again. “Alright, alright I’m coming, yeesh!”

Once you opened the door, your heart dropped when you saw a familiar pair of golden and slightly crazed eyes staring back at you.

“Y/n! Bestieeee! It’s been so long since we hung out!”

Staring at the dual bunned girl, you look between her jacket and her wide smile, anxiety starting to course through your veins.

Toga stared at you with a wide smile before noticing the dread in your eyes. Looking down at your jacket, she realizes the source of your fear. “Oh relax! I’m not here on business, I’m here for fun!” she grins. “I’m not gonna do anything beside hang out with the best barista I know! Also, since you can’t do anything, why not have a little girl time?”

Looking at Toga, you mind raced as you realized there weren’t that many other options. “Fine…” you mumble. “Come in.”

Toga, hoists the duffel bag over her shoulder with a sharp toothed smile and walks into your apartment. Taking her shoes off at the cubicle, she follows you up the stairs. Once she makes it to your couch she sits on the cushion and starts taking things out of it. “Sit. We have so much to talk about.”

“How about you just do what you came to do…”

Stretching out on the couch, you pause the Netflix show with your dried left hand as Toga adds a clear coat to your right hand. While scrolling through the menu, your phone goes off.

Turning her head at the high pitched mewl that came from your phone, she reads the screen. “Ooh, what’s this?! Who’s Lavender Coffee Addict?” she teases.

Glaring at Toga, you grab your phone, moving it closer to you. “You don’t see me looking throught your business! Stay outta mine!”

Toga pouts before gasping at the way you reacted. “Wait a minute…is he you’re boyfriend?!”

Staying quiet, you look away from her as she continues trying to pry at you.

“Oh cmon! If he’s your boyfriend I won’t tell shiggy! I’m not here on business, remember?” Toga whines giving you puppy dog eyes. “I promise!”

Groaning, you turn to her, “Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. It’s creeping me out! He’s not my boyfriend, but he’s starting to grow on me…” you sigh, mumbling the last part.

Toga gasps before squealing. “Bestie’s got a crush!”

“No I don’t! It’s not like that!”

“Yes it is like that! Tell me more!”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone wary of your new nails, and took a couple pictures of them.

After about thirty minutes of Toga bothering you about Hitoshi, you roll your eyes and start making snacks for you and her. As the sun started setting Toga leaned into your lap and looked up at you with a grin.

“Why are you looking at me like that ?” you ask, confusedly looking at the blonde.

“Sleep over?” Toga offers.

“No.”

“Why?”

“One, you’re chaotic as hell. And two, you didn’t bring clothes.”

“Pleeeease? I could borrow some of your clothes.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “No, Toga,” you snicker.

“Fine! But I expect you to be up nice and early in the morning missy! This convo about your little biker boo isn’t over!” Toga announces as she packs her stuff. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After Toga left, you sighed to yourself and finally got around to texting Hitoshi back.

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charmixpower · 1 year

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Here's a Rivusa writing wip that I'm not going to finish that I thought was cute

Musa rocked on her heels looking around at the landing site on the planet Callisto. There was always something to look at, the buildings were all painstakingly created with unique character and covered in street art. She can definitely see why this place was Helia's favorite out of all the places he's lived. It was so vivid.

Musa extremely excited. She and Riven has been dating for a year and barely had any time together.

First it was because Riven's injury from Darkar, it was cursed and even with healing magic took forever to heal. Which meant no travelling to see her in Melody, and no seeing him because he needed to rest.

Next school started, and she was beyond excited to finally see her boyfriend up and healthy. She had been letting her hair grow out over the summer, and even tried the hair growing charmed shampoo Stella kept pushing on her. Her hair wasn't exactly long, there's no way in hell she was dealing with all the hair Stella has, but it was much longer than her usual bob cut. Reaching all the way down to the top of her chest. She spent a little too much time researching how to make her hair smell good because of the way Flora raved Helia was obsessed her new products when she tried out when he visited her in the middle of break. Her research paid off, Riven literally couldn't take his eyes off her hair. Everything was going perfect, then Valtor attacked the heart of all Oceans, wrecking every single planet, and especially Andros. Her hair forgotten for the far more important situation.

Then, shit really hit the fan. She was off planet, Stella was turned into a monster, school actually starts, they go to Andros to fight Valtor, the trix we're back, Aisha got blinded, the Millennium Party and the subsequent disaster that wrecked Eraklyon already precarious civil situation, Cloud Tower being forced to attack them, Faragona getting turned into a tree, the Black Willow, Tecna being sucked into Omega, going to Omega, Valtor attacking the museum, Nabu having zero social skills and being as suspicious as possible, freeing Radius from Cassandra, hunting Valtor, Nabu trying to make up for getting away at the museum by sneaking on their ship, Riven freaking out because he thought Nabu was Darcy, the Golden Kingdom taunting her with an illusion of her dead mother, the elements spells, defeating Valtor, the boys getting kidnapped, defeating Valtor again—the year was one thing after another in a endless gauntlet of battle and catastrophe.

When shit wasn't going down, in the rare moments of down time they stole in between Valtor's most recent plans, they we're exhausted. They napped on the couch, spent time with near abandoned hobbies, pretended to do homework that their teachers barely cared about anymore, and they were never alone. There was safety in numbers. Bloom was a target, they thought Tecna was dead. Anxiety and dread creeped over their skin, and no one dared to stray from the group, and from what she heard from the boys. They were much the same, especially after they heard about Darcy being back, especially after what happened to Sky.

Not that all of this wasn't more important than her silly desires. They were, they absolutely were, but she couldn't help but be resentful that she hadn't gotten to spend anytime with her boyfriend. Her teenage years have been spent fighting evil and dealing with politics. She could barely remember when she was a normal girl, when she could preform at a talent show without the witch she pissed off earlier in the week trying to murder her father. All she wanted was just, something normal, low key, fun. Musa probably should of realized that her relationship would always be just a little dramatic when they officially got together while he was bleeding out on the stone ground of UnderRelm, but goddammit she just wanted some fucking time alone with her boyfriend that didn't involve healing him after evil shit head number 36 tried to murder him! Again!

She wanted to enjoy the effect her new hair had on her boyfriend or one day, without any murderous megalomaniac showing up.

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littlefirefly42 · 2 years

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Glass

Pairing: CG!Natasha/Little!Wanda

Summary: While Natasha is out getting groceries, Wanda breaks a glass and slips, and chaos ensues until mama nat comes home to comfort her baby.

Warnings: Panic attack; blood; impure regression

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Wanda knew she was going to slip soon. But she also knew she and Natasha had to eat, so Nat was going to have to make a grocery run, meaning she'd be home alone without her caregiver for the next half hour.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" Nat asked, putting her phone and keys in her hoodie pocket. Wanda nodded.

"Yeah, I have to do the dishes anyway. I'll be alright." It was a lie, and they both knew it. Wanda was slightly swaying back and forth, which she only did right before she slipped. Still, they couldn't not eat dinner. Against her better judgment, Natasha sighed an "okay."

"But baby, if you feel little, even just a tiny bit, please call me okay? I'll come straight back home."

Shit. The nicknames were not helping Wanda stay big. Since she didn't trust herself to speak, she just nodded and smiled reassuringly. Then Natasha was out the door, and Wanda took a few breaths, trying to ground herself. There weren't a lot of dishes in the sink, and she decided that if she got through them quickly she could watch a scary movie or something and hopefully keep herself from regressing tonight. That turned out to be a very bad idea she realized, while trying to dry a glass. A firetruck siren startled her, and the glass slipped from her grasp, shattering on the tile. Wanda immediately slipped and began to cry, both the noise and the mess terrifying her. She kneeled down to pick up the pieces, only to yelp in pain as little bits of glass cut into her knees and shins. She sobbed harder, scrambling to her feet and trying to brush the glass off. Mama will be so mad. Wanda began to hyperventilate. Everything was too loud and bright. Her legs stung. The thought of her mama coming home to the mess and the still-dirty dishes deepened her panic, and she frantically started picking up the biggest shards and shoving them in the trash. She cut her palm on one, and it started to bleed. A lot. Wanda screamed, really screamed, and backed into a corner, where she fell to the ground, curled in a ball, rocked back and forth, and sobbed into her knees. That's how Natasha found her ten minutes later, when she returned with the groceries.

"Wanda, oh my gods!" Natasha dropped her grocery bags and kneeled in front of her baby. "Hey, hey, hey. It's alright. Mama's here."

Wanda lifted her head and let loose another sob. "Sor-ry." she managed.

Natasha glanced at the broken glass. "It's okay baby, It's okay, I'm not mad. Can you take a deep breath for me?"

Wanda continued to hyperventilate, trying her best to breathe in. Eventually she managed a shaky inhale.

"You're doing such a good job sweetie, keep breathing for mommy okay?"

Wanda nodded and took another breath, this one a little steadier than the last.

"We need to get you cleaned up sweetie pie. Do you want to walk to the bathroom or do you want me to carry you?"

Wanda whimpered and made grabby hands at Natasha, who picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, placing her on the covered toilet and turning the water on to fill the tub.

"Do you want bubbles angel?"

Wanda sniffled and nodded. Natasha smiled at her baby and put bubbles in the bath water. Then she helped Wanda undress and get in.

"I'm going to go clean up, okay sweetie? I'll be right back." The glass didn't take long to clean up. Natasha put a pot of water to boil on the stove so she could make dinner, then returned to the bathroom, where Wanda was fully invested in the bubbles. Natasha scrubbed her gently with soap and managed to get her to wet her hair so it could be washed, something little Wanda despised and was particularly fussy about tonight. Natasha let it slide this once, because her baby was having a rough night.

"Are you ready to get out angel?" Natasha asked when she finished Wanda's hair.

"Mhm!" Wanda let her mama wrap her in a towel and sit her back on the toilet. Natasha examined all of her cuts and made sure there was no glass still in them, then dressed them in seasme street bandaids because, well, seasme street. Then, once Wanda was dry and clothed, Natasha brought her to the kitchen and sat her down on a chair while she finished making dinner. While she was stirring edemame beans into the pot of pasta, Wanda climbed away silently and returned with a hairbrush and her stuffed pig, Puzzle. Wanda had named him after the brown spot on his back, commenting that it looked like a puzzle piece. She nudged her mama to get her attention and held up the hairbrush.

"Brush?" She asked hopefully. Natasha smiled. Wanda hated having her hair washed, but she loved having it brushed. It was never tangled enough to hurt her, and Nat was very gentle.

"Sure bug. Go wait for me in the living room okay?" She scooped some mac and cheese into a bowl and filled a sippy with apple juice, then joined Wanda on the couch and handed her the food.

"Tank you mama!" Wanda exclaimed, swinging her legs happily.

"Of course baby. You want to watch Seasme Street?"

"Yeah!"

Natasha put on the show, then began gently brushing Wanda's damp hair.

"I 'uv you mama." Wanda whispered.

"I love you too, angel."

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parsnipping · 2 years

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Are You Even Queer If You DON'T Have Worm Earrings

Here's a short and very queer Twitfic brought to you by worm on a string earrings //dabs Don't mind the tense change I just Do That while writing twitfics.

Hux has a hobby that he turned into a side job to get himself through the months of college when his financial aid is spread thin. He makes jewelry and trinkets out of random objects. Like worms on strings.

His friend Phas, the most butch lesbian he's ever known, convinced him to sell his wares on Etsy after multiple food bribes to get her own paws on them for herself and the rest of her polycule. In fact the whole group is basically a walking billboard for him.

He doesn't expect it to really get off the ground, but he makes an account anyway. It takes a few weeks before he's really making any sales, but out of nowhere he gets an order that has him nearly spitting out his coffee. "TWENTY EARRINGS, PHAS. TWENTY PAIRS."

"*And* they bought out the last of my stock of pride bracelets, the fake candy necklaces, and even the stupid fucking dick pendants!" She snorts into her drink. "I told you they were a good idea." "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

He recruits the polycule's help to box up the order and make sure everything is ticked off, only to realize as he's about to print the shipping label that the address is rather close to the college. He knows he shouldn't, but he's too curious where this big order is going.

Against all online safety advice, he messages the buyer. Turns out they DO live right near the school, in one of the cheap apartment complexes a block down. Hux offers to refund the person their shipping if they want to just pick it up in person.

The buyer sounds thrilled and offers to meet up at the coffee shop Hux often haunts. A nice, safe, public place. He's already got a good feeling about this. The next day he's there a few minutes before the meeting time, and he's antsy from both curiosity and excitement.

The person said they'd be 'hard to miss', but offered a description of a green sweater with G|END|ER across the chest. As expected, when the bell over the shop door rang and Hux looked up, he realized there was *no* way he'd miss that.

They're broad and tall, and clearly at home in their body and gender expression. Dark waves were pulled back in a half ponytail with a braid dangling by one ear, the G|END|ER sweater was offset by a white pleated skirt and a killer pair of Docs that made Hux's mouth water.

They caught sight of him, and immediately perked up with a smile Hux was pretty sure he'd melt from. "Hey! You weren't kidding about the ginger hair." "You weren't kidding about the sweater." "'Course not! Anyway, I'm Kylo, they/them." "Ah, Hux. He/him is fine."

"Nice. I'm really excited about that package by the way." It took Hux a moment to get his head out of the gutter, not helped in the least by how Kylo's legs looked in that skirt. "Right, here! I had some friends help out so we're 150% certain everything is in order."

As he handed Kylo the box, they grinned even wider and flicked out a key to cut open the tape. "Oh wow you even included really cute bags! That's perfect because some of these are gifts for some friends." When they got to one bag in particular, they muttered a small, "Yesss!"

It was one of the five or six pairs of worm earrings, and they immediately pulled them out to switch them with the studs they were wearing. "Do you know how long I've wanted a pair of these? Now I have not one but *many*." Hux felt a thrill in his chest to see them so happy.

"I'm glad you like them so much. I didn't think they'd sell very well, but my friend was really adamant that I at least try listing them." Kylo scoffed jokingly. "Are you kidding? Are you even queer if you DON'T have worm earrings?" "Fair point."

Hux fidgeted, wanting to extend their time together, and finally decided to shoot at least *a* shot. "Can I get you a coffee while we're here? As a thanks for such a big order." Kylo was happily flicking the long, fuzzy worms, and grinned at Hux's offer. "I'd like that, thanks."

Before he knew it, Hux had managed to spend five hours with Kylo, just talking and laughing, getting to know each other and bonding over shared experiences. It wasn't until the shop owner leaned over the bar to remind them of closing time that Hux realized it had been so long.

He didn't really want to leave, but started packing away his things. Kylo must have caught on to his hesitation, because they leaned over to get his attention, still pinning him with that grin. "So I know it's pretty quick to ask but... you think we could hang out a bit longer?"

A wave of relief washed over him and he smiled right back. "Are you thinking like the diner or something more private?" A hint of mischief glinted in Kylo's eyes, and Hux could already tell he was in for it. "Your place or mine?" He'd have to thank Phas later for her brilliance.

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jonathankatwhatever · 8 months

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It’s 30 Sept 2023, and I’ve been noticing a decrease in negative motive energy, meaning in one sense that I’m so deep into this delusion that it’s become stable, and is thus moving more closely that trend line. In the ideal, that trend line would tend to the zK with reduction in sK swings, which are orderings of concerns and are thus ordinal and thus sK in standard gs projection. Sort of a Fourier series: decomposition would be in reverse, so if we read one of these at this End, then we can translate it into the swings we see, including the negative swings.

The key in me grasping this idea is the recognition that this projects into the ++ quadrant. That means whatever the swing is in ++ and that then accurately displaces or shifts the complexity of the gs construction around the quadrants while mapping the result to ++.

It took me how many years to write that sentence? The concept is very old, and goes back to the very idea of quadrants and my obsession with drawing the gs and what I now think of as Boundaries as being centered or as growing in a direction. Countless hours. And there it is. It came as I finally visualized a Fourier series in the proper place in my head. That was frustrating: knowing what one is, knowing how it constructs, and not knowing where it comes from in the process of gs construction. It needed to explain why and how we can decompose signals, meaning how come we can take information that we receive, like an earthquake or a video, and break down what’s in it. And that required all the recent work. Maybe I can explain that a bit. It’s slippery.

Almost got lost trying to explain slippery, only to realize the reason it’s slippery is the definition of slippery and that makes it slippery. That means it manifests slipperiness in the various ways that generate slippery for that context. Like something may be slippery for a child but fit easily into an adult hand. A hand is grasp to the structure, by the structure, for the structure, meaning it represents what that structure pulls to itself for what it deems its needs. Those needs may be constructive or destructive, because destructive tendencies, like the urge to cut my hair, are coupled with positive building, even if the building itself is negative. That creates these negative spaces which map to below the ideal, and which then are negative because they reflect a lower ordering versus the ideal ordering set for you in each context in which you exist.

This is interesting because I’m literally typing with my eyes closed and checking every several words to look for errors and to make sure my hands haven’t slipped locations on the keys. I have always wondered what the projection means. That is, since we have ++, we need to have a negative within ++, and that would need to be zK because sK is ordinal in ++. In fact, it is this process of quadrants which generates ordinals and which generates JvN universes because that fits them to LayerView. This is not a new realization, but it reaches the level of Understanding because it now is proven to this much greater level, meaning the idea of those universe is itself now directly contained within the work.

This is stunning. It’s 6:30AM and I’m going back to bed.

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Interesting: I now see Streep as Peep. I like that. That connects the family sides in me because she looks like my dad’s mom.

One of the reasons for Storyline is they require iterations to work out the details. I have run through the key plot development of the J&G Storyline more times than I can remember. It’s always there and I’ve explicitly tried to get the scene out thousands of times.

I did it this morning. A calm, clear description of how Joanna developed her model and why she looked for a pairing and why and how that translates into mathematics. Led to its either all a huge coincidence or fate has made them for each other.

That led to parity in which 1 and 0 link. That enables complex parity through the iterations of that construction. That’s a full CM36. Being less than rigorous because the ideas are big tangent spaces that I can’t easily leap in and out of. It could be statistical parity.

I’m seeing a lot of drawings all at once. I think the key to seeing this level has been my focus on my attractiveness at a distance, as not me. This has been part of me placing myself in my head better, which means the F interior perspective has questions. Today found me looking at what makes others attractive using the new learning.

I would bet this is a window into attractions to youth. That’s always how I read Death In Venice, as the longing for your idealized self. The connection to other behaviors is there.

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I’m terrified of that the End won’t come or that it will and it will be bad. Or at least bad for me because that would indicate either that I’m nuts or that you are unaware of me or that you have gone off course or that your instructions are hidden from me. I summarize all those negatives through a parity check of the identity assignments made. Those were the ones that generated this work so it isn’t just two generators but the depth of two generators as Ends.

To clarify, generators are skeletal at the level of permutations, meaning a generic ideal must exist for the flavors to also exist. So 2 intertwined and twinned forms the IC states, compressed or open, meaning specified or not. This links to D-structure and through that to ideas like open sets, topologies, and cosets. Took 3 tries for cosets not to autocorrect wrong.

This harnesses group operations. As in, insert a value through pattern into the generators. This also connects to the spaces defined by groups. Like the order has a lot of 2’s, meaning Halving and Doubling. HD? We can see if that works. We need both now because we are building pattern in gs space.

Then I’m forced to say don’t hurt me. That signals an extremely deep Understanding because the fear which accompanies it is enormous. The stakes are so high.

If I’m correct, and the Mission Storyline is shared, then the original problem was to prevent the destruction of all the related higher dimensional existences through violence. All that aren’t part of that coercive force. It would flip the ordering to destructive. That has been occurring despite obvious hints. In other words, this war is about not the negative, the coming apart, of the potential of what could be made.

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banditcoyote · 3 years

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Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.” Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling. All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

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