#ugh the quality is awful sorry | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wynnyfryd · 7 months

Text

Trailer park Steve AU part 10

part 1 | part 9 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

When they get to Eddie’s trailer, Steve’s mom is sitting on the couch, eyes unblinking as she watches the TV.

There’s just static on the screen.

“Steve?” she slurs when she finally realizes they’re there. Sways a little when she stands. There’s a dreamy quality to her voice, a blank look on her tired face: agreeable but distant, a smudge of campfire smoke curling far over the trees.

Double-dosed her pills again. Jesus Christ.

“Oh, Stevie, baby, it was just awful.” She reaches out for him, and he wishes he could find comfort in the way she cups his elbows with delicate hands. Wishes he could lean into her touch and offer comfort in return, but her tone is so dull and mild that bile rises in his throat. Chemical calm bullshit, and Steve has had enough.

“Ma, just…” he sighs, shrugging her off. Scrubs a hand over his face. Too young and too old for this. “Just go home, okay?” The street is quiet again, all the neighbors tucked back in their houses now that the show has run its course. He doesn’t think anyone will notice her stumbling across the road. “Get some rest. I’ll be over in a bit.”

“Sure, baby.” He leads her to the door, and she turns there on the threshold, eyes glassy and unfocused; looks through him like he’s a ghost. Then her gaze shifts around the room — the hats, the mugs, the clutter; the lived-in explosion of color that Steve’s annoyed he likes so much — like she’s just seeing it all for the first time, and absently, she murmurs, “This place is dreadful, isn’t it?”

“Mom.”

“Hmm?” she asks, but she’s already drifting out the door.

Steve’s face is on fire. He stands there for a moment, just staring dumbly out into the dark. What the hell is wrong with her??

Behind him, Eddie snorts. "Oh, she’s on the good shit, huh?”

Steve whips his head around. Eddie’s eyes are full of mirth, his dimple peeking out, and it startles a laugh out of Steve. He thinks maybe he’d take offense if he weren't so busy being mortified.

But also, like.

It is a little funny.

Or maybe it’s so unfunny that it circles back around.

“Jesus, man,” he huffs, “Sorry. I don’t— I don’t know why she…”

“S’fine,” Eddie says with a casual flick of his wrist. Seems like he means it. He rocks back on his heels, hands in his back pockets, just sort of eyeing Steve up. Assessing. Running his tongue over his lips. They're big, for a guy's. “…You want a beer?”

“Fuck.” That sounds so nice. “Yeah. Please.”

“Have a seat.”

Steve takes the offer when Eddie nods at the couch, too tired to do the whole song and dance of ‘oh heavens no, I couldn’t possibly impose.’ Who’s got the energy for that?

The couch is old. His skull thuds against the un-cushioned back when he sinks down into it, but he’s too tired to care. Worn out as the lumpy springs under his ass, the frayed fabric beneath his arm. A wave of exhaustion rattles his bones, reverberates in his teeth. He thinks he could sleep for sixteen years.

Eddie clears his throat when he comes back with the beers, a sudden cautiousness about him as he hands Steve an unopened can like Steve might claw him in return.

"Sit down," Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm not gonna bite."

Eddie makes a strangled noise. The springs bounce as he plops onto the seat beside Steve, sitting sideways with one leg up on the couch between them, his arm resting on the back. "So, ah...." He gives a wavering chuckle; pulls a lock of hair across his face to hide himself. "Is this the part where I formally apologize for trying to knife you?"

Ugh. No the fuck it isn't. Steve’s too drained for it, absolutely at capacity for more serious shit this evening, thanks; and besides that, it was...

Whatever. It's old news.

Instead of giving a real answer he reaches into his pocket, snicks his own knife open and pretends to brandish it at Eddie, asking, "Eye for an eye?"

Eddie's eyes go huge. "Dude, what the fuck??"

"Just fucking with you," Steve laughs, lifting the can up to his mouth. "But there; now we're even. Shoulda seen your face."

“Ah—!” Eddie’s jaw drops in offense. “Ex-cuse you!”

God, of course he’s more dramatic than all the kids combined.

Steve jabs the knife into his beer, pops the top and starts to chug, throat working as he gulps the whole thing down in four big sips. It tastes like frothy, bitter piss, but it's cold and it soothes the scratch in his throat.

Eddie lets out a low whistle. "Well, goddamn, Harrington."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" "You're not?"

Steve grins and wipes his mouth.

—

They get drunk pretty fast (Eddie refused to be upstaged in his own house, so one shot-gunned beer became two became four), and somewhere along the line the conversations get weird; hilarious and dumb. Saying shit just to say it, chipping away at the ice wall between them with bare fingernails.

Eddie hollers some shit like: "What are you even talking about?" and his arms fling out wide, almost spilling his beer. "The deep sea is so much scarier than the mountains!"

"Are you joking?" Steve throws back. "The mountains have, like, giant cats and shit! Birds of prey with wingspans the size of your van."

"Yeah, and the deep sea has eldritch monsters that live in volcano vents and hunt with no eyes and eat their young for fun or whatever the fuck. You ever heard of an anglerfish? Or a phantom anglerfish? Tell me that shit isn't right out of a Lovecraft story."

"A what story?"

"How am I the one who hasn’t graduated yet?"

Then later:

“Dude, Batman? Seriously?”

“He’s the world’s greatest detective!”

“He’s a greasy little weirdo. You only like him because of your whole…” Steve gestures at his tattoos.

“Whatever, Spiderfan.”

And later still:

"Okay, okay, okay. Fuck, marry, kill... Shit. Y’know this would really be easier in a town where so many people hadn’t died."

Steve grimaces at himself; expects Eddie to call him out. It’s too insensitive, too soon.

Eddie just cracks a grin and suggests, "Fuck, marry, revive?"

—

They talk for a long time. Eddie's kind of charming when he's not being a dick. A nice smile, deep laugh lines. Steve can almost see why the kids are so obsessed with him. He's never met someone so animated; feels like he's talking to a Saturday morning cartoon. The conversation mellows out after a while, and he doesn't realize he's dozed off until Eddie shakes him awake.

"Hey, man," he says, voice just above a whisper. "I'm going to bed. You're welcome to crash on the couch, but, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, your back is probably gonna hate you for it."

Steve rubs his fists against his eyelids and blinks himself awake. Feels jittery and weird, yanked out of the start of a bad dream. When he looks up he sees that he’s got his shoes up on the couch; and there’s dried drool on his chin, and all at once he feels embarrassed, off-balance and panicked like he missed the last step down a steep flight of stairs. Of course he's overstayed his welcome. He's being fucking rude. "My bad," he mutters as he jumps up off the couch. Stands up way too fast, makes his vision tilt and swirl. "I'll get out of your hair."

Eddie reaches for his arm. "Dude,” he says, “you're fine. You can stay if you want.”

Steve moves out of his hold. “Nah, get some sleep; I’ll see ya around.”

Eddie frowns at him, a little furrow between his brows, and somehow Steve feels like he’s in the wrong, like Eddie isn’t the one who just kicked him out.

Like maybe Steve’s just running away for a second time in one night. Always back and away, this guy.

Who's the fucking coward now?

—

part 11

y'all know the drill, tagging whoever commented on yesterday's installment provided your tumblr settings let me <;3 @thealwithnoname @violetsteve @manda-panda-monium @stuftzombie @bronwenmarie @aliea82 @slowandsteddie @acedorerryn @anne-bennett-cosplayer @ahsokatanoss @steveshairspray @hallucinatedjosten @estrellami-1 @ppunkpuppyy @stevesbipanic @silver-snaffles @yourmom-isgay @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple @zombiecreatures @im-a-disgrace-to-humanity @faery-god @hotluncheddie @runninriot @a-little-unsteddie @teatimeeverybody @newtstabber @pearynice @hellion-child @cuips-not-cute @steddieas-shegoes @steves-strapcollection @loguine-linguine @griefabyss69

#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #tw: alcohol #tw: drinking

1K notes · View notes

esamastation · 6 months

Text

Part fifty-eight of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: forty-seven forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-fix, fifty-seven

The first day with Tseng as his babysitter begins easily enough. They have breakfast, they have tea, Tseng has impeccable manners, and even compliments the tea… There's no weird comments, no pointed looks, and when Sephiroth gets ready to train, Tseng says nothing, just follows him outside to watch.

And then he watches. He watches Sephiroth very closely. He watches every movement like he's looking for flaws. Sephiroth feels like he's being graded, like this is a test and every move he makes is being scored on a damn point scale!

Who could concentrate on cultivation like this?!

"Do you have to?" Sephiroth asks irritably.

"I am not doing anything," Tseng says mildly as if he's not just standing there, staring.

Giving him an unimpressed look, Sephiroth rests one hand on his hip. "Reno and Rude managed to observe without being in my face about it - can't you do the same?"

"If the result is the same, why does it matter which way I go about my observation?" Tseng asks. "I will still be observing, and you will still be aware of it."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have to see your face doing it," Sephiroth says, annoyed.

"Inability to handle public pressure seems an odd quality for someone so… famous."

The guy is actually trying to piss him off. Sephiroth realises this with a mixture of incredulity and awe. Tseng is actually trying to make him, Sephiroth, the Big Bad with one psychotic episode already behind him, lose his temper. Does the guy have no survival instincts, or is this some kind of test?

Probably a test. The Turks are far too practical for it to be the other thing. And that makes it a little less annoying and far more worrisome.

"What do you want, Tseng?" Sephiroth asks slowly. "Do you want me to lose control?"

Tseng blinks at him, his face like a fine-featured mask. "Are you going to?"

Annoying. "Keep this up and I might."

"Very well," Tseng says and fucking settles down to wait.

Sephiroth suppresses the urge to tap his foot at the man and instead takes a step back mentally. It's another manipulation tactic, and it's not even subtle. Tseng is doing some corporate middle manager psychology bullshit, establishing authority through perceived roles in the corporate ladder.

I'm the observer and the judge. You are on trial. Now perform for me.

Ugh, it gives him the worst kind of flashbacks for Shen Yuan's family life. Did not miss that part of it one bit! But now that he knows what's up…

Sephiroth smiles at Tseng - who of course doesn't so much as blink in return, but Sephiroth can sense how he goes on guard.

You want to play office politics, sir? You picked the wrong Peak Lord.

"Very well," Sephiroth says pleasantly. "Then you can help me with this."

That makes Tseng actually react. "I'm sorry?"

"Your job here isn't just to observe me, is it? It's also to get me back to my duties promptly, right?" Sephiroth says and smiles a little wider. "That will occur much faster with your help."

Tseng hesitates, clearly sensing the trap.

"Unless you want my report to eventually include a section explaining how I could've, surely, returned to work faster, if only I had the cooperation of my coworker."

Tseng's eyes are narrow. "We are not coworkers."

"We work for the same company, don't we? In different branches, perhaps, but still within the same corporate structure - within the same department, even. Ultimately, aren't our goals within Shinra the same?" Sephiroth purrs, putting all his smug villainy into it. "Surely we should be working together."

Now, Tseng could still decline. If this was your usual corporate politics, maybe he would've. But there's not much Tseng can actually gain in the attempt of putting Sephiroth down, seeing as they really are in very different fields within the company. So there's a different motive for his posturing. Question is, when given different avenues to pursue, which will tilt the scales? The original goal, whatever it was, or a new opportunity and all its potential gains?

What's the worth of an indebted Sephiroth to Tseng?

"Very well," Tseng finally says and steps forward, adjusting his gloves as he does. He's suspicious, more so than before, but there's a crack, an opening, in his hard outer shell. "What can I do for you?"

Sephiroth smiles a little wider. Seems like what his Da-ge used to say is true after all. Ultimately, all successful company men are opportunists.

"Tell me, Tseng - do you use Materia?" Sephiroth asks.

"... I do, yes," Tseng says slowly. "Though I wouldn't call myself an expert, especially in the face of a SOLDIER."

Well, isn't that a surprise. Humility. "Do you have any you particularly favour?" Sephiroth asks interestedly.

Tseng hesitates, just looking at him for a moment. "I tend to carry at least a Sense and a Barrier with me."

Information and defence. "Fitting," Sephiroth hums, looking him up and down. "Using Materia, you have a pool of MP," he says. "Correct?"

"... Yes, obviously I do," Tseng agrees slowly, even more on edge now. "What of it?"

Sephiroth's eyes wander up his face - and to the red dot adorning the space between his brows.

In PIDW many cultivators marked their upper dantian. Shen Qingqiu did too, when he felt like it, with a little red line. It was where Luo Binghe's Demon Seal rested too, marking his connection and curse from the heavens. What such markings mean tends to vary with the setting and what rules, traditions and myths were in play. But usually they mark someone as especially enlightened.

Why Tseng has a mark on his forehead, Sephiroth has no idea. He's pretty sure it wasn't ever fully explained or explored, like a lot of other things about Wutai. It's very clearly deliberately applied, and it means something.

Sephiroth hums to himself, as the Turk braces himself for a battle he doesn't even know is already over.

"Tell me, Tseng," he says and smiles, "Do you know where the MP resides in your body?"

Get Shizun'd, part two.

This was brought to you by fever and a good nap.

#Fanfiction #svsss #ff7 #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #tseng of the turks

308 notes · View notes

kirislovelygf · 4 months

Text

haunted, part 2 (ronal x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: you and ronal have been married for about 14 years and have lived with the metkayina happily ever since you left the forest. now imagine your surprise when your ex appears out of nowhere with the man she cheated on you with and the family they built together.

content also: flash backs to when you + neytiri were girlfriends, angst, neytiri being kinda toxic, jealous ronal, and y/n high key hating jake

wrd count: 3k

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

neytiri and i used to spend our days swinging through the forest like kids, racing through the trees.

“i bet i can find our lunch before you can.” i teased as i jumped on a branch. she lands on another above me and teased me.

“sure,” she answered sarcastically. “i have the bigger bow.” she chuckled.

“and i have the better aim.” i said with a hand on my hip.

“aw, is that what your mother told you?” she laughed. she swings into another branch before i can respond.

we kept going until we heard something yelling.

“what kind of animal screams like that?” i asked her as we landed on the forest floor.

she shrugged. “let’s go find out.”

“fine.. but if we die, it’s your fault.” i muttered to her as i walked past. she stared as i climbed up the tree.

she followed behind and we climbed high enough to see the floor.

when jake, who i didn’t know was jake at the time, came into view, i was scared and excited at the same time.

last time i saw a dreamwalker was when dr. grace was teaching me english when i was just a girl. and we hadn’t seen one since neytiri’s sister was killed.

i signaled for neytiri to come over. i jumped on a higher branch while she lay low, hiding behind leaves.

i kept watching him, a man. a man in clothes and holding a gun. a weapon that scared me more than the man himself.

watching him move, talk to himself, was entertaining. he wobbled around like an infant. i smiled and looked down to see neytiri’s reaction.

but she was fearful of the man. and cautious.

she began to sit up and pulled her bow and arrow ready to shoot.

“neytiri.” i muttered as quietly as i could. she looks up as i shook my head and mouthed “don’t.”

neytiri still had her arrow up and ready to shoot.

she glanced back down at the human and stared at his movements. i watched her curiously.

she was intrigued by him. in a way that made me uncomfortable

she sighed in reluctance and put her weapon away. she climbed up to where i was hidden.

“let my mother know there’s a human among us. i need to see what he is doing here.” she said in a hushed tone as she stood in front of me.

“okay.. what about you? will you be okay?” i asked.

she sighed and cupped my face with both of her hands.

“you always worry about me. i’ll be okay.” she smiled.

“i’m sorry, weren’t you the one who tripped over her own tail on the way here?” i whispered.

“i… ugh, you're wasting time. just go home and tell my mother.” she whispered quickly.

i chuckled softly and let her kiss me. her kisses always made me feel safe.

neytiri was always protective of me. one of her qualities i always appreciated.

she was also brave and loving and so intelligent. she learned english faster than i did and was able to learn more about the sky people.

i couldn’t stay focused. but she’d always be there to help me. well, until she wasn’t.

i replayed the moment she laid eyes on him. i must have missed something. she must have fallen in love with him the moment he appeared in the forest.

their love has always been a mystery to me. i let it go as long as i’ve been gone.

and when she came back, it felt like i was transported to the moment i found out she cheated.

i wondered and pondered about neytiri while cooking with my wife. i shouldn’t be this obsessed with her but i am.

ugh, i blame her.

i started to think about my day instead when ao’nung came home and told me he got into a fight.

with neytiri’s sons no less.

he told me ao’nung and his friends have been picking on her son and daughter. since she married a human, two of her kids ended up having four fingers.

and that led to ao’nung getting into a fight with neteyam and lo’ak.

he said they started it as lo’ak punched him, but i know ao’nung better than that. lo’ak didn’t start the fight by hitting him.

ao’nung started it when he decided to be a bully.

other than that, everything was.. manageable. ronal was here telling me about her training with neytiri and how they both hated every second of it.

“i expected her to be stubborn.” i chuckled as i stirred a pot over a fire in the middle of our home.

“i’m surprised she didn’t give up sooner. she waited until the ilu got tired of her falling off.” ronal chuckled as she chopped up fruits.

she puts them into a bowl and picks up a couple pieces.

“do you know how hard it is to fire out an ilu?” she laughed, putting a piece in my hand.

“leave it up to her to find a way.” i snickered.

she laughed beside me when tsireya and tonowari came in.

“hi, mama.” tsireya smiled.

“hi, my little flower. how was the day for you both? you’ve been gone since morning.” i said to her.

i stood up to look for bowls for us.

“it was nice. i spent time with my friends in the jungle. we must have lost track of time because we didn’t realize it was already eclipse.” she smiled as she sat down next to ronal.

“that’s okay. as long as your safe, i’m glad you had fun.” i chuckled.

“i heard something about a fight between ao’nung and lo’ak. what happened?” she asked.

“oh..” i chuckled.

“your brother was picking on the sully children. and earned a punch to the face.” ronal told her.

“ugh, i can’t believe him. he’s been messing with them since they got here.” she grumbled.

“your brother could learn from your kindness.” tonowari muttered.

i smiled and turned back, handing out bowls to everyone.

“or could learn how to fight.” i muttered back.

tonowari and ronal both glared at me as tsireya giggled.

“i’m sorry, but if he’s going to say stupid things all the time, he will need to know how to defend himself.” i said.

they glance at each other before rolling their eyes.

we ate together, not worrying much about where ao’nung was. once he was finished sulking, he’d come back home.

but when the night turned darker, and more na’vi started turning in, i started to grow concerned.

“maybe we should look for him.” tonowari whispered.

“he’s been out this late before. i’m sure he’s on his way back now.” i told him. he took another look outside, pulling the tarp aside.

he then pulled it aside completely when someone approached our home.

“jake sully.” my back was facing the entrance and my heart froze when i heard wari say that name.

i was able to avoid him these past weeks and he hadn’t come to our doorstep at all.

i glanced back and saw him and neytiri standing there. the moonlight poured into our hut as she stared inside.

i stood up and helped ronal up too before we walked over, reluctantly.

“my kids’ been missing all day. ao’nung said he took him to some place called three brothers rock.“ he said.

“oh no… he’s not safe there.” i said softly.

“what?” jake muttered.

“it’s home to akula. dangerous predators.” tonowari said warningly.

neytiri sighed in fear. “don’t worry. we will help you look for your son.” he said to her.

jake spared one more glance before tonowari walked between us to find his spear.

ronal and i went to do the same as jake and neytiri left.

soon, the entire village was searching the reefs for lo’ak. jake and neytiri were on their ikran and circling the island.

i and a couple other villagers were spread out looking for the boy.

“lo’ak?..” i called out.

my ilu began squealing nervously and thrashing. she was suddenly so nervous and started splashing the water.

“no, no, it’s okay.. relax..” i whispered to her. she wasn’t calming down.

something dimmed the light on the ocean floor. something enormous that also caused my ilu to swim away from it.

it’s a tulkun. it’s fin looked familiar though. i’ve seen them before i just couldn’t remember when. it dived into the water and swam away, causing heavy ripples before i could identify it.

suddenly, lo’ak appeared in the water. he looked like i had caught him doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

“mom?” he asked.

“what? no! no, i’m not your mother. it’s y/n.” i said nervously.

“are you okay? your parents are worried.” i held my hand out to him and helped him climb up to sit on the ilu.

“oh.. yeah, i’m okay. i got lost.” he said.

“okay.” i nodded.

we swam back to the village and i started to calling out for people to let them know lo’ak was safe.

we reached the edge of the pathways and i helped him step up.

“thank you.” he muttered.

“you’re welcome. stay safe, lo’ak.” his gaze fell behind me and he began glaring.

i looked and saw ao’nung with his black eye and pouting lip. he looked down as he stood beside his father.

jake stepped off the saddle of his skimwing, out of the water, and stopped his son before he could go over to ao’nung.

if he was my son, i would have let lo’ak at him.

jake looked at his arms and his back, searching his body for any injuries.

neytiri yelled out for her son and ran down to see him for herself.

she made sure he wasn’t hurt before hissing. “i pray for the strength that i will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son.”

she swipes at his face, to which lo’ak just rolls his eyes like this happened every week.

“no, this isn’t lo’ak’s fault. ao’nung told him to go to three brothers rock. he knows better than to go there.” tonowari grabbed his son by the nape and made him kneel.

“the blame is his.” he said.

i looked to lo’ak and his parents. “thank you, tonowari, but-“

“no, it wasn’t ao’nung’s fault.” lo’ak spoke.

i grew confused.

“it was my idea. he tried to talk me out of it.” he continued.

i tilted my head slightly. i couldn’t understand why he was lying. but then i looked up to jake and neytiri, who were glaring daggers at his head.

that poor boy. i can feel the pressure from here.

“let’s go.” jake takes his son by the nap and walks away, neytiri following behind.

she slowed down as she was about to walk past me.

“thank you for helping him.” she said softly.

“it was nothing.” i shrugged. she nodded and walked away when ronal came up behind me and started glaring.

“you’re being friendly.” she muttered.

i sighed out and turned to face her. “ronal. please. be jealous tomorrow. i’m tired.”

she rolled her eyes but held my hand regardless as we walked back home together.

everyone was shaken up after lo’ak went missing for a whole day. parents were talking, saying the forest children were bad influences on their own children.

as i fell asleep, i reminded myself of the day everything went south.

the night jake became part of the clan, we celebrated. danced, drank, laughed, and had fun.

i wasn’t enjoying myself though. i noticed for the months that jake has been here that neytiri’s been paying much more attention to him than me.

especially tonight. trying to get him to dance and such.

but she’s been spending every single day with him under the excuse that she’s simply training him.

the day when he picked his ikran, she was touching his chest. for a reason i can’t understand.

what does ikran training have to do with touching his chest like that? and then she left to fly with him and i didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

and when i asked about what they did, she yelled at me.

“i don’t need to report to you! let me breathe!” she also slapped my hand off of her shoulder when i tried to be calm.

she tried to apologize that night, but i couldn’t get over how she slapped me like that.

i still had my doubts. maybe she was being friendly. maybe the problem was me and not with jake.

i disproved it all when i woke up and she wasn’t beside me like she was when she fell asleep.

i went to look for her but everyone was gathered at the trunk of hometree. everyone was confused. i tried to look for mo’at to ask her what was happening.

when i asked around me, no one could give me a straight answer. and up front were men and women ready to fight, holding their bows up in the air.

i finally reached the center of the circle everyone has formed.

i walked up behind mo’at and eytukan. tsu’tey was talking to them angrily. something about jake, i couldn’t understand, he was just rambling.

as if we spoke him into existence, him and neytiri walked into hometree. and holding hands.

jake called for tsu’tey, telling him not to do this. i wasn’t sure what “this” was.

i still had no idea what happened to get everyone so angry.

the next thing i know, tsu’tey pushed jake to the ground.

“tsu’tey! stop!” neytiri screamed at him, pushing him back. i watched in shock.

as he huffed resisting neytiri’s pushes, he asked him.

“you mated with this woman?”

and with that, it was like time stopped.

neytiri’s mouth was agape and she pushed tsu’tey back, this time he actually stepped away.

she looked at me as mo’at questioned if it were true or not. i kept glancing between her and jake.

“we..” she sighed out. “we are mated before eywa.”

“it is done.” even then she couldn’t look me in the eye when she actually needed to.

i could feel everyone’s stares on me.

i stomped toward the woman i thought loved me as much as i loved her and grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from everyone.

“y/n stop! listen for a moment.” she argued.

“all this time, you’ve been going behind my back. i knew you were in love with him. but i denied it so many times..”

“y/n, let me explain.”

“no! neytiri, listen to me. this entire time i have listened to your dumb excuses.” i yelled out.

she glared at me like i did something wrong.

“you are the worst woman in this entire planet. just last night, you told me you loved me. that nothing is between you and jake-“

“i know,-“

“and then I found out you.. you mated with him! the fucking human, you cannot be serious! right now, i believe i am crazy because what the fuck.” i screamed and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“what the fuck! neytiri!”

“you’re not crazy! y/n, i never meant for this to happen. i’m sorry. please.” she cried. “he isn’t as bad as you believe..”

“you’re incredible. his kind has done nothing but bring pain and suffering and you want me to believe he isn’t as bad as i think just because you slept together?” i reminded her.

she flinched at my yells.

“they killed sylwanin. they killed my father, they are destroying our home right now. you’re leaving me, and your home, and tsu’tey.. for him?” i asked her.

“i know how it sounds! i know what they did! but i didn’t want tsu’tey and i never wanted to be tsahik! the only thing i was ever sure about was you. until..” she cried.

“i was wrong.. i was wrong and i’m so sorry. i didn’t want it to happen like this..”

we paused. my chest was rising up and down. slowly now that i caught my breath.

“he will only hurt you.” i said, my voice raspy from the screams.

“he will only ever be a burden to you. you’ll never be able to forget who he is. what he is. what his kind has done to us.” i told her.

she glared at me, tears streaming down her face.

neither of us said a thing as we stared at each other painfully.

“you’ll always be reminded of me when you can’t escape his past.”

i heard footsteps behind me.

“y/n… y/n, it’s all my fault. i’m sorry.” his stupid voice rang.

“i’m sorry, but we have to go-“ he rambled but right as he appeared behind me, i struck him in the face, knocking him down.

“fuck you, jake!”

“stop! y/n!” she pulled my shoulder back and dropped to her knees to see how he was.

right then i knew who she really loved. it was me for a while. but it stopped, probably before she even met him.

it was worse because i thought jake and i were friends. i didn’t like him at first, no one did. but neytiri told me to give him a chance.

now i know why she said that.

that was the last time i saw neytiri. i didn’t hear about the war until years later when i joined the metkayina clan.

i lost any anger i felt for jake when i found out he was the new toruk makto. i decided i shouldn’t be angry at him because he fell in love with her. my love.

my problem wasnt even with neytiri for loving him.

but she still lied to me and manipulated me and mated with jake while we were still together.

i realize now i’ve been keeping anger for her ever since i left. i think her returning is a sign from eywa that i need to forgive her.

no, it definitely is.

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

#writing blog #atwow fluff #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #writers #avatar #wlw writing #atwow angst #neytiri atwow #ronal x reader #ronal avatar the way of water #metkayina reader

100 notes · View notes

silvershiningtarot · 1 year

Text

🙀PAC 18+ What’s The Early Stage, Dynamics Between You & Your FS

*Take a deep breath and remember this is a general reading. I hope this reading gives you clarity. Enjoy it!!

Pile 1:

In the early stage of this relationship between you and your FS. It's very intense. For some of you, that shit is happening soon. I mean real soon! Your Future Partner is thinking about you constantly. Whenever they think about you, I mean girl! You make their fucking day. I'm so happy for you! The problem with the early stage between you and them is their Big Ego. Ugh, that's sucks. I mean they can be full of themselves or that can be you too. I sense that it can be bad or good too. As long they know how to self-control that fucking ego then both of you are good. Oh my goodness! I don't see anything bad here. This is an amazing early stage besides the big ego. I think that you and your FS have the same love language. Maybe, your love language is a gift-giving, physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation. Holy shit! You know what I think it is Words of Affirmation and Gift-Giving. I think that's your top-notch. Ahhh!! I'm gagging right now! Yasss. 🤣🤣🤣. It seems like they or you will be holding yourself back. My question is to you. What are you afraid of? Excuse me for my language… but GODDDHAMMM!!!!!!!!!! You are going to pussy whip their ass. Haha 🤣 they'll be possessive and OBSESSIVE with that pussy. Girl, I'm almost passed out in a good way though. Haha, some of y'all husband is going to be fucking on you heavily😄. Oh, I've heard a song in my head. This is your mentor or you are theirs. It seems like you get them. So much chemistry! This is your best friend. They understand you! If some of you like to act out a movie they'll jump right into that movie scene. I don't know I can see it. I do the same thing. I'm very animated as hell✨. I just want to send this connection so much positive fucking vibes! I love love it. ETERNALLY YOURS!!! If you are not surprised then give it to me because I'm totally surprised by this dynamic. I’M FUCKING DEAD!! Yas! Husband and WIFE! Holy smoke 💨. I'm praying for this dynamic I'm sending many good vibes. This is your husband and you are their wife. You meant to start a clean slate with them. This is a fresh start, especially for them because it seems like they're going through a lot of self-confidence. Maybe someone made them feel not like a man. Awe 😦I’m sorry. But they are strong as hell. They are such a warrior. They'll break through anything. I believe they are a rebel. They don't like rules, they are kind of free-spirited type of person. You two will grow old together.

Pile 2:

It seems like in the early stage there will be some fucking huge issues. It's like the wrong timing, pause/delays. It a lot here between you and your FS. Revenge! Geez what's going on here? It is a lot of doubts here with this dynamic a lot. I heard it is worth it. It seems like there are going to be some interrupted friends, exes, etc. In my opinion about this… I'm sending all my love and positive vibes to this dynamic, even if some of you are in one now. I'm sending love ❤️. You guys are warriors, women. Very strong head, start believing in yourself and rebel too. I think that some of you guys are free-spirited. Maybe they are feeling lost about their Masculinity. Someone must shame them for being a man. In the beginning, it will be like a fling! I can see the passion between you both. Igniting passion! A lot of sex, sex, sex. I can see that movie in my head. If y'all know this movie After. That's exactly how it is with this dynamic. Wow, eternal Ecstasy. You two have intense emotions for each other. I mean fucking intense. Damn! I heard or sensed that this FS has a breeding kink. They'll be thinking about you heavily, especially when they are having sex with you. I'm gagging! It seems like when you two leave each other side like doing business or hanging out with friends😫. They missed the fuck out of you. I see that they are very traditional, maybe some of you will have a traditional wedding and few of you won't want that. They'll take on a lot of load for you. Act of service is both of y'all love languages I can feel that✨👄. No wonder! This will be both of y'all real relationships, like truly. I know that they had other relationships in which they cared for someone. But I think that this one with you will be so important to them. That doesn't mean that in other relationships they had an emotional connection. It just means that they will feel like this one will last forever. I mean the wedding day card came out🙀🙀. Again I'm fucking gagging. When you two are together, so much abundance, careers, and many opportunities come your way. You and your FS have so much mutual respect. I can do a lot of traditional values, morals, and love. I think that your FS is such a gentleman. They'll give you the best wedding of your lifetime. I've heard a song in my head.

Pile 3:

Woah, your FS will be doing a lot of shadow work in this dynamic. I feel the same way about you too. They'll be blocking a lot of exes, friends, and maybe some family members. They'll be changing their number, and deleting a lot of old photos. I can see that they'll be willing to change their whole life. I heard from you they'll be willing to change it. They had made some mistakes with these karmic friends and maybe they put these friends before you and they are sorry about that and vice-versa. Oh my goodness! They probably giving you a promising proposal. One day you'll be their bride-to-be. Oh yes! They'll be petty to you, being immature, and give you the silent treatment or that can be you. You two will have a business event together. Growing a partnership. Some of you will work with them. Not as an assistant or anything but as their partners. They'll be saying “I'm sorry.” after they bullshit being petty, the cold shoulder. Like ugh. They are very old-style fashion. Their love is pure, innocent, and strict too🌸🍓. You two have a past life connection. It is deep between you two. Y'all are each other's perfect match. Equal, compatible, and comfortable with each other. I love this dynamic. In all honesty, I love all these dynamics in each pile. I send you guys so many positive vibes and healing through these dynamics. Once they or you apologize for what you said. You'll take their hand, and trust their words. A lot of self-care in this early stage. I can see that it got so much better than before❤️. I can see that you'll be so supported by them. Again with the sorries. This makes me feel like both of you will apologize to each other for hurting each other. Taking responsibility for the words you say to each other, etc. You two have your drama. At home. Again with the Your 1st so basically for piles 1 and 2, this is truly your first relationship with them. Like a first kiss, sex, etc. This dynamic is important for both of you. No matter if you guys tried to break up with each other y'all are unstoppable.

✨Reblog, and COMMENT!!! tell me what you think of this reading!!! Enjoy my darling. 💋🌸🔥🌸🔥🌸🎱

#Spotify #pac reading #tarot reading #free tarot reading #fs pick a pile #tarot cards #divination readings #intuitive readings #love reading #pac reblog #pick a pile #paid readings #18+ only #adult only #repost #fantasy #love relationship #dynamic reading #SoundCloud

229 notes · View notes

jojikawa · 8 months

Text

Beg.

Satoru Gojo x black! Reader

Summary: Satoru wants to be your boyfriend so badly.

suggestive/lewd but no smut • Spoiler free • reader is sexualized by Gojo a little.

Art by Nay__bb

I don’t really see too many fanfics where the reader is black so I wanted to make a self indulgent fanficion with all the attention on Gojo rn ❤️

Satoru wanted to do something special for his students. He wanted his lesson to be taught by someone else. A person who was strong in her own right, teeming with strength and beauty.

You.

Your cursed technique was extremely unique and rare, kinda like his own. For that reason, he always gravitated towards you in school. He would flirt and tease you but your relationship never grew beyond being just “friends.”

It killed him inside that neither gained up the courage to confess. He was a little a afraid of rejection. He had his charisma and power at his side but you didn’t seem phased by any of that.

But as adults, he was basically head over heels for you! He made it his day to pester you to go on date with him or at least some kind of quality time so that you could finally see how good a guy he could be.

Even then, you didn’t wanna give him your time.

One day, he showed up at your door, uninvited, of course. No calls. No texts. He only brought himself.

“May I help you…?” You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, looking rather annoyed at a grinning Satoru Gojo leaning against your doorframe.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, can I come in?” But before you could reply, he walked passed you and into your apartment. “Why even ask?” You rolled your eyes and closed the door behind him.

“Why are you here so early, Satoru?”

It was like he didn’t even hear you speaking. He was too busy focusing on how cute you looked when you first woke up. He didn’t even give you time to take off your bonnet and change into your pajamas. He was thankful he came early just to see that.

“Huh? Oh, I wanted to take you out for breakfast. My treat.” He smirked, expecting you to become flushed at his forwardness but—

“Sorry, not interested.”

“Of course you are. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

When he would initially reject him, money was always his “go-to.”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

Did he really think that would work?

“I don’t usually eat this early but I do have plans to have brunch with Nanami, so get lost.” You shooed him away and in the blink of an eye, he was back outside you apartment.

“Ugh, no way she teleported me out.” He chuckled to himself before knocking on your door again.

Sooner or later, random visits from Satoru didn’t become so random. He even began giving you texts and calls as well.

Whenever Satoru found himself bored, he’s call you just to flirt or make small talk. The thing is, the idea of you being a teacher at Jujustu Tech was on the table. So, he needed to make this phone call good.

When the phone rang, he thought of the millions of things he could say to make you fall in love with him.

“Hello?”

“Aww, (y/n)~! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t pick up.”

“I didn’t want to but I thought it was something important. What is it, Satoru?”

“I was thinking, you and me—”

“No.”

“Aw, come on. You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.”

“I do. And I know because you say the same thing every time. I have more important things to do than go on a date with you.”

“Then how can I make it worth your while?”

“Mmm. I don’t think you can, sorry.”

Satoru felt his pants tighten a little at your attitude. He liked when you played hard to get. He would be you, sooner or later. His brain flooded with ideas to bride you for just a bit of your time. He would be a good man for you, he just knew it.

“I mean, I could help you get better at Japanese if you want. You look like you could use a sexy tutor. You could even wear a cute uniform if that suits your fancy.”

Satoru tore his phone from his ear when you suddenly erupted with laughter.

“Wow, Satoru, you don’t even really try anymore, do you? No, thank you.”

Ugh, the sexual tension was killing him. Every time you spoke he wanted to bend you over and prove you wrong.

“Okay, fine. How about I take you to get your nails done?”

“Oh, I just got them done with Mei Mei the other day but I appreciate the offer.”

“I’ll pay for your next hair appointment.”

“Sigh, you really do like flaunting your money.”

You heard him groan over the phone but his confident persona didn’t falter.

“Alright, alright. Do you think you can come by and help my students with some training? I’d love for them to meet you.”

“If you mean Megumi and his friends then of course. I would love to.”

Today was the day. Satoru was banking on you wearing something thin and tight. His favorite outfit was the one where you would wear a dress that would show off your thighs. Or when you would wear something that exposed your cleavage and a short skirt at the same time!

He was met with more than a treat when he saw you too.

Satoru came to pick you up on the scheduled day and, my god, he was amazed. Despite you dressing the way you always would, he found himself falling in love with you all over again.

“Damn, you're pretty. You wearin' all that just for me? I'm flattered.” Even though his eye were covered, you could see him staring at your breasts and ass like you were an object.

“No.” Your lips curled into a smile. “What I wear is for me only. You think I dress up for you?”

He ignored your statement. “You wearing make-up? You look really good right now.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d like it better if you kept things more professional between us. I haven’t been able to get any dates ‘cause of you.”

“Even better.” He replied. “Ya know, a nice ‘thank you, Satoru Gojo’ would make my day.”

“I have nothing to be thankful for from you.”

“I just wanted to hear you say my name. I can make you say my name if you really want.” He leaned down, so close that he could’ve stolen a kiss if he wanted to. “Have I ever told you that you have a cute nose.”

You felt your face heat up. “Can you leave me alone!?” You pushed his face away. “Now, take me to the school.”

“Heh.” A weird sound emitted from his mouth. His face turned red and he instantly backed away from you. You raised an eyebrow. “Are we teleporting or are we taking a car or something.”

He didn’t reply. Only…stood their awkwardly.

Oh. So it’s like that.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You actually lied. Okay.”

“I’m sorry!” Satoru blurred out. “It was the only way I could get you to free your schedule for me.” He took a step towards you, grabbing your hands gently. “Come on, give me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I don’t want to be your token black girlfriend, Satoru.”

“You won’t be! I swear. I’ve been chasing you since we were kids. I like you for you! Not because you’re…” he trailed off when you snatched your hands away.

“Oh really? If you want a date with me, you’ll have to beg for it.”

Satoru blinked. “Beg…?”

You smirked before nodding. “Yes. I want to know how sincere you are.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment.

“I’m waiting.” You crossed your arms.

“I bet you want to step on me too.”

You giggled a bit. “No, but I can.”

He couldn’t help but get oddly turned on by your proportion. “So, if I beg for you, you’ll be mine?”

“I’ll give you one chance to prove yourself to me.”

And so he did it. Without any further hesitation, he got on his knees and begged for you. He begged for your mind, body and soul. He begged for his hungry lips to be on yours.

And you gave him what he wanted. You kissed him and let him grope you the way he’s been dreaming of. He touched your body the way he’s always imagined. His hands rubbed your body when he slipped them underneath.

He knew he would get you.

#gojou satoru x reader #Satoru #Gojo #jujutsu kaisen #JJK #headcanons #x reader #Satoru Gojo #satoru gojo x black reader

97 notes · View notes

munson-blurbs · 1 year

Text

Remember this poll? Well, I rose to the challenge, and I have produced some quality Ted Wheeler smut. Enjoy. Or don't. I'm sorry.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), dirty talk, Reader is 18, Nancy is a b*tch.

WC: 1.5k

It had all started as a joke between you and Fred Benson.

“You should sleep with Jonathan,” he’d suggested as you sat at your desk, fuming. “That’ll teach her.”

You’d shook your head. “Are you kidding? He follows her around like a lost puppy dog. I could flash my tits and he wouldn’t even bat an eye.” You’d scowled across the cafeteria at the two lovebirds, gazing into each other’s eyes as they distractedly ate their lunches. Nancy was feeding Jonathan potato chips and giggling. “Ugh, she thinks she’s so perfect, like she’s untouchable or something.”

“There’s always one foolproof way to get under someone’s skin,” Fred said, taking a swig of water.

“What?”

“Do it with their opposite-sex parent,” he’d shrugged, as if it were another run-of-the-mill idea. “Nancy thinks she can just steal article assignments that she promised you? Fine; you’ll just have sex with her dad.”

The two of you had laughed at the idea of you seducing Ted Wheeler; the horrified expression on Nancy’s face. It wasn’t until today that you’d actually considered it.

“I need you to cover the chess tournament today,” she’d demanded, handing you a sticky note with the location and time. “Higgins is insisting that it get as much coverage as basketball; something about ‘promoting our academics,’ or some bullshit. Not like anyone’s gonna read it.” She’d rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

“Hold on,” you call out, feeling rage ballooning in your chest. “You’re taking me off of the basketball game article–for the second time in two weeks–so I can write about something that you yourself admit won’t be read.”

“Someone’s gotta do it.” And with that, she flounces away. Sure, she was the The Weekly Streak’s editor, but you’d be writing for the paper just as long as she had. And she’d just crossed the line from exercising authority to a full-blown power-trip.

That’s how you found yourself at the Wheeler household at 4 PM on a Friday. Nancy was at the game, and her little brother would be there, too, cheering on his bench warming freshman friend. You knew from your mom that Mrs. Wheeler would be grocery shopping, and she usually took her youngest daughter with her.

That left Ted Wheeler, all alone in that big house, with nothing to keep him company besides the local news and his favorite recliner.

You ring the doorbell twice, hearing the older man grumble, “coming, coming,” as the living room floor creaked with his movements.

“Can I help you?” he asks, scanning you up and down behind his thick-framed glasses. You’re not surprised at the way he drinks you in; you’re wearing a cleavage-baring shirt and a pair of jeans that cling to every curve.

“Hi, Mr. Wheeler,” you say breathily, tossing your hair slightly and giving off a better view of your neck. “Is Nancy home? We were gonna study together.”

“Uh, no, she’s out,” he mumbles, shoving his hand in his pocket.

You jut out your lower lip in a cute little pout. “Aw, okay,” you lament. “D’you mind if I wait here for her? It’s supposed to rain soon, and I’d hate to get all wet.” You let the double entendre hang in the air as he stammers his approval for you to come in the house.

“You said you’re, uh, one of Nancy’s friends?” Ted mutes the television, leaving the news anchors to report the day’s events in animated silence.

“We’re both reporters for the school newspaper,” you clarify, not even willing to pretend to be more than acquaintances with that stuck-up priss. “We have AP history together, and there’s a huge test next week.”

Ted nods, keeping his eyes glued to your curves. “Haven’t seen you around before.” And he’s absolutely positive he would’ve noticed you.

“We don’t hang out outside of school too much,” you admit, strategically sitting on the arm of the recliner where he’d just been, the cushions still slightly indented. “She did come to my eighteenth birthday party last month, though.” Uninvited, you decline to add.

He muses over the number for a moment. “You can change the channel, if you want.” he says finally, motioning towards the remote on the coffee table.

“Actually, Mr. Wheeler,” you start, a mischievous smirk dancing on your lips, “there’s a better way I’d like to pass the time.”

He swallows thickly, not wanting to misread signals or overstep any bounds. “Wh-What’s that, hon?”

You pat the recliner smugly. “C’mere and I’ll show you.”

As soon as he sits back in his favorite chair, you straddle his waist and press chaste kisses along his neck. You feel him shift beneath you as you press your core to his.

“I’m—I’m married,” he chokes out, gripping your hips tightly and helping you rock back and forth.

“I know,” you reply smartly, unbuttoning his khaki slacks and shimmying off the chair, dropping to your knees. “I can keep a secret if you can.”

“Yeah, I can,” he says, no hesitation. His thick cock springs up to attention as soon as you pull down his briefs. How long has it been since Karen sucked him off that he was already hard?

He hisses as you lick up his shaft, digging his fingernails into the armrests. You take him into your mouth slowly, letting your tongue slide along his considerable length. The sensation—or perhaps the feeling of being desired by such a beautiful younger woman—ignites something in him that he thought had been snuffed out years ago.

Leaning back a bit more and allowing himself to get comfortable, he lets out a soft moan. “Where’d a good girl like you learn to do this?”

You release him with a soft pop, grinning up at his yearning face. “It’s not hard when you’ve got a lot to work with.” He hums contentedly as you wrap your lips around the head.

“Been—shit—a minute since someone took care of me like this,” he mutters. “And it’s been even longer since anyone let me make them feel good.”

You climb back on his lap, a slight frown on your otherwise perfect face. “You mean your wife—?”

“Rather chase after younger guys than be with me,” he confesses, ire building as he thinks about that cocky lifeguard with a mullet who has all the middle-aged women lusting after him. “I gave up after a while.”

You bring his big hands under your shirt, letting him grope your bare tits. “If you were mine, Mr. Wheeler,” you whisper in his ear, “I’d want you touching me all the time.”

He pushes your shirt up over your head. “I like when you call me Mr. Wheeler.”

“You wanna make me feel good, Mr. Wheeler?” you tease as you unbutton your own pants and slide them past your feet. “Wanna show me what else your cock can do besides fuck my face?”

Your dirty talk has him nearly tearing off the delicate lace thong covering your pussy. He lines himself up with your entrance, and you hiss as his girth practically splits you in half. None of the idiot high school boys could compare to a real man, and you knew right then and there that you’d never go back to them.

He squeezes the plush of your ass, guiding you as you ride him. The fleshy tip of his cock nudges against your sweet spot just right, as his thick middle finger circles your clit, and it only takes a few minutes before your orgasm washes over you.

“Fuck, Mr. Wheeler, I’m gonna cum!” you cry out with a downright pornographic groan. He’s still rock hard inside you, fucking up into you vigorously as he chases his own finish.

“Thassit, take it all. Never had cock this good in your life, have you?” he growls. “Such a good girl, making Mr. Wheeler feel good with her beautiful pussy. All tight and wet f’me.” You feel his release trickle down your thigh as he pulls out, and he quickly scoops it up with two fingers and holds it to your lips. You lick it up greedily, smiling as you do. Ted–Mr. Wheeler–wears a similar self-satisfied grin.

The two of you are fastening your buttons and smoothing your clothes when the door clicks open. Mr. Wheeler freezes in place, but you cross your arms over your chest and look Nancy Wheeler dead in the eyes.

“How was the game? Did anyone score?” You sneer, laughing to yourself at your tongue-in-cheek comment.

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbles, gaze flitting between you and her father. Her jaw clenches, and her backpack slips off of her shoulders and plops onto the ground, but she doesn't seem to notice. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Oh, Nancy,” you feign pity, grabbing your purse as you chide her. “It’s very simple: you fucked me over, and I fucked your dad.” You turn to the man blushing in the very recliner where you just sat on his dick. “Bye, Mr. Wheeler. Thanks for the great time.” Opening the door, you pause once more to add, “I’ll be covering next week’s basketball game, Nance. But don’t worry; you can do the chess tournament.”

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things #ted wheeler #ted wheeler smut #smut #stranger things smut

117 notes · View notes

xxmaddyxx · 2 years

Text

Haikyuu Boys Reacting to Y/N Calling them "bro"

contents: lil bit of crack, fluff, swearing short n sweet includes: Akaashi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Suna

masterlist

Akaashi

"Y/n," he said in a monotone way

the two of you were cuddling on your bed before his practice

"hmmm." you hummed into his chest

"I gotta go to practice" he patted your back kinda telling you to get up

"You're not leaving me, bro."

"Yes I-" he paused

"What'd you call me?"

"Bro, you're not leaving me here by myself."

"Um, I'm sorry, I have to."

"No, bro." you kept egging it on, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Okay, wait a minute. What happened to 'baby' or 'Keiji', hm?" You sat up next to him and he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and his arms crossed.

"I dunno, do you not like my new name for you, bro?"

"Okay, stop."

"Why bro?" you bit back laughter at his obvious aggravation

"STAHP." he tackled you and startled tickling you

"QUIT BRO!! HAHAHA." You cackled.

"No, not until you call me by my proper name."

"I thought HAHA you had to HA go to practice!"

"I'll wait."

"BABE stop I'm dying!" he stopped tickling you

"Thank you, now I gotta go, love you." he kissed your nose

"Love you too..." he left your room "bro."

"Y/N!!"

Oikawa

he just finished a practice game and you asked him to take you to McDonalds

after ordering, the line was taking mf forever

so you decided to do a lil smth

"Bro, I'm so hungryy!"

at first, he just thought you were thinking out loud so he just nodded in agreement

"Oh, by the way, you did great today, bro." You looked at him and smiled big

"Aw, than- wait huh?"

his brain rlly said wait a damn minute

"I said good game, bro."

"I- y/nnn." he whined

"What is it, man?"

"STOOPP." he dramaticaly threw his head back against his carseat

"What brooo." you mimicked him and threw your head back

"THAT! You should know by now that I am to be referred to as 'baby' 'honey' 'babe' or the occasional 'Tooru'."

"I just thought I would switch it up bro, do you not like it?"

"No!" he crossed his arms.

"Okaayy, I'm sorry baby." You kissed his cheek and he smiled cheekily

"I win again." He pulled up a bit and recieved the food.

He pulled off and looked at you stuffing your face (im sorry im rlly hungry rn)

"What?" you asked in between bites

"You just look cute, bro." He smiled as he stole a fry

"Hey! First off, you got your own fries, and if I can't call you bro, you can't call me it either."

"Okie dokie." He kissed your hand and the two of you drove home

Iwaizumi (we need low quality pics of him -_-)

he came back from one of his workouts and invited you over

and of course you said yes

he called you while you were otw and asked if you wanted smth prepared like food or drink

"Nah, bro I'm good for now but if you make smth for yourself I'll have some."

"Oh, ok."

"How was the workout man?"

"Uh, good?"

"I hear ya- AH SHIT."

"What, what? Are you ok babe?"

"Yeah, bro. Some dipshit just ran the red light in front of me and almost hit someone. I'll see you soon, dude."

"Ok, love you, be safe please."

"I will, love you too man." he hung up and you paused

"Crap, that sounded too friendly, now I feel bad."

when you got there, Iwa was sitting on his bed eating some chips and scrolling on his phone (showered ofc)

you sat next to him and kissed his forehead

"Hi, Iwa."

"Hey, bro." he didn't look up from his phone

"Ugh, I'm sorry, baby. It was a joke but it sounded rlly casual, I'm sorry." you peppered his face in kisses finishing with a kiss on the lips, which he returned

"It's okay, just watch yourself next time."

"Alrighty." you kissed his cheek and the two of you hung out for the rest of the afternoon

Suna

he decided to let you try your eyeliner skills on him

(im a sucker for eyeliner hcs with him)

so, you were sitting on his lap, one hand on his face the other carefully drawing a wing

he began to have one of those random ass coughing attacks

you pulled the eyeliner pen away from his face as he continued to die from coughing

"You good, bro?"

immediately stops coughing

he looked up at you

"Excuse me?"

you tried so fucking hard not to laugh at his serious expression

"I said, are you okay bro?"

"Bro? Are you friendzoning me rn?"

"No-"

"Here I am, letting you draw God knows what on my face and you call me BrO aRe YoU gOoD?" you could tell he was playfully being dramatic now

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." you said in between giggles

"Now, what's my name?"

"I'm sorry schnookums."

"The fuck is a schnookums?"

"I'm sorry, babe." you rolled you eyes and smiled as he hugged your waist and leaned his head against you

You sighed, "Rin, I can't do your eyeliner with your head in my chest."

he kissed your collarbone. "Eh, you looked like you needed a break."

556 notes · View notes

hannahssimblr · 5 months

Text

As the sun sets and the waves glitter in the pink light we four sit on the crest of the dunes, obsessed by our attempts to open the crown seals of our beer bottles with Shane’s keys. It's been twenty minutes and nothing has happened, we just watch him, bored, as he fumbles it over and over again.

“There’s a knack to it,” he keeps saying, “You'll see,” and then makes a big show of trying to prove himself as the key lamely flicks off the glass neck and barely dents the cap.

“We can try using a shoe,” Joe suggests. “I did it before at a party, like. You’re meant to put the bottle inside it and then thump it on a wall and then the cap just, like, comes right off somehow.”

“How would that work?” Jen tuts, “The cap is bent onto the thing, you’re not going to knock it off by ramming it into a wall, are you? Think about the science of it.”

“We also don’t have a wall,” I point out and flick the little aluminium cap with my nail. I think about the consequences of opening it with my teeth and wonder what kind of fit my dad would have if I chipped a tooth, pierced my ears and shaved my head all in one day.

Joe shrugs, “I’m just throwing out suggestions here, lads. And if you’ve no better ideas then-”

“I’ve almost got it,” Shane grunts just as the key flies out of his hand and lands somewhere in the sand beside us.

“Ugh! Joe,” Jen cries with resignation, “Just go up to the surf shack and ask Anthony for a bottle opener. Let’s admit defeat here. You can tell him it’s for lemonade or some shit, I don’t care.”

I cringe, “Oh God, don’t send him up there, if Anthony knows we’re hanging around up here then…”

“Then what?”

“Like, do you think he’ll send Liam up to hang out with us again?”

Jen hesitates, “Well, maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll be too busy to come this time.”

I groan, “When is Liam ever busy in the evening though?”

“Well I feel sorry for him.”

Joe scoffs, “For Liam? Do you guys remember that time that we told him we’d rolled him a special joint but it was actually just bits of grass and herbs from Jude’s kitchen? And he thought he was high and started rolling around on the carpet and everything?”

I smirk and Jen thumps my arm hard because I’m the only boy she can reach. “Youse are all mean,” she says, even though she wasn’t there so she doesn’t actually know how funny it was. “Liam is nice, he’s just trying to make friends.”

Joe laughs, “Here I’ll go up to the surf shack and tell him we’re playing truth or dare again. Dare him to talk about something that’s not surfing or that time his da brought him to Australia, for once.”

“Piss off Joe, just go get the bottle opener. I don’t care if Liam comes over. You can all challenge yourselves and be nice to him for once, you dickheads.”

When he leaves I prod her knee, “Since when are you so nice, hm?”

“I’ve always been nice, I don't know what you’re on about.”

“Yeah Jen,” I roll my eyes, “You’re an angel.”

A bottle cap suddenly flies down the dune between us, followed by a satisfying pop. “Got it,” sighs Shane. “Finally.”

A short time later Joe comes back with the bottle opener, but is perplexed to find us already drinking.

“Shane got the key thing to work,” I explain. “But thanks for going anyway.”

“Aw what? I had to talk to Anthony for ages when I was there. He asked me about school and everything.”

“Oh no,” Shane hands him an open bottle as he plonks onto the sand, “and Liam?”

“Dunno, wasn’t there. Didn’t see him anyway.”

“Good,” I mutter, and Jen elbows me sharply in the ribs and hisses, “Well he would have been welcome if he was there, right Judie?”

“Right.”

“Wait I forgot something,” Joe digs around in his hoodie pocket and pulls out a little bag, “I ran into my brother on the way to the shack, he was coming back from work. Gave me this,” he flicks it and dangles it in front of us as though it’s something more exciting than the three euros worth of the worst quality hash that money can buy.

“Giz that,” Shane snatches it out of his hand and peers at it closely, “Man that’s basically just weed dust.”

“Enough to feel something off it though.”

“Hardly.”

“Well either you want some or you don’t.”

Shane flicks the dregs of his beer onto the sand and then launches the glass bottle into the marram grass, “Yeah, fine so.”

Joe glances at Jen, “You in?”

“Yep.”

“Jude?”

I hesitate, “Nah, man, I’ll just stick with the beer for now, thanks.”

Shane laughs, “Jude gets sick off weed.”

“Seriously?”

I cringe, “Not all the time.”

Jen is laughing then, “Jude gets sick off everything. Once we were inhaling permanent marker fumes in first year and he went and got sick out the changing room window, and there was that time that he had a shot of tequila-”

Bile rises immediately in my throat at the memory, “Yeah, thanks, I don’t want to think about it.”

She cackles, “Oh come on, and that time in the playground when we-” I dive toward her to push her into the sand and start poking her ribs where I know she’s ticklish so that she has to stop talking about it.

“Stop!” She shrieks, “God, stop!”

“Are you gonna shut up? Huh?”

“Yes, yes I swear!” and as she lies there gasping for air I fidget with the laces of my shoes and the frayed thread of my shorts with jerky, trembling fingers. I don’t want anyone to know about the things we used to do in the playground. They wouldn’t find it as funny as Jen does. Or, in a worst case scenario they might be intrigued and want to know more about all of the things that I hate talking about the most.

“Do you get sick off beer too, man?” Joe says, “‘Cause my brother says that Americans can’t hold their beer at all. That they get drunk off nothing. Is that you?”

“Your brother? What does he know? Didn’t he get his head stuck between the railings on Wexford bridge and have to be cut out by the fire brigade?”

“Twice, yeah,” Joe laments, “He’s got big ears, like.”

“I heard he got his head stuck in the window bars of the boys school in town too,” Shane pipes up, and Jen starting giggling into her collar until she can’t hold back anymore and collapses in a fit of raucous laughter, and then Shane does, and I do too, while Joe protests and tries to explain to us that his brother was just doing it to be funny, and how there’s actually nothing wrong with him despite what we may think. Tears blur my eyes with laughter , and every time I think I can stop I’ll catch eyes with Jen or see Shane’s red face and I’ll laugh all over again, and so Joe huffs and plonks onto the ground with us and starts to roll a clumsy joint in silence.

“Hey guys, what’s so funny?”

A familiar voice causes Shane to jump to rigid attention and bring a self conscious hand to smooth down his cowlick, and it’s from looking at him that I know that Clóda is here. Everyone springs to attention whenever she shows up.

She stands at the bottom of the dune like some kind of vision with her straight blonde hair swishing around to her mid back and slim legs extending out from the shortest denim shorts that I’ve ever seen on a girl, and yet they don’t look tacky on her. Nothing looks tacky on Clóda, and I’m so busy looking at Clóda in her non-tacky shorts that I don’t even notice her friend until she introduces her.

“This is my friend from school, Rachel,” She says. Rachel has blue makeup on her eyes. That’s all I notice, because my eyes have slid back to Clóda again and the way her mouth moves when she says, “We were just going for a walk. Are you guys up to much?”

“Smoking a joint if you want some,” says Joe.

She pulls a face, but Shane jumps in quickly, “We’re not actually, he got some shit hash from somewhere but none of us want it. Here, we’re just having a few beers and talking and stuff if you want to hang out.”

And Joe throws his hands up incredulously and mutters to himself as he stuffs his wonky, unlit joint back into his pocket in defeat and disappointment that nobody wants to get semi stoned on the accumulated remnants of the dust from his brother’s friend’s weed grinder tonight.

But it’s okay for everyone else, because Clóda and Rachel do want to hang out, and they scale the dunes to sit with us, and luckily by now Shane has perfected the art of popping bottle caps off with his house keys so that he can impress them both and be equally impressed with himself. I consider starting a bet with Jen to guess how long it will take for him to slip the fact that he plays centre field on his local football team into the conversation but decide against it in case she accuses me of being mean and the girls hear her.

“Nice earrings,” Rachel sits down to my left, and I know that she probably intends it as some sort of insult, maybe even a flirtatious insult but I don’t really care about what Rachel, Clóda’s friend from school, thinks about my earrings.

“Thanks,” I say, “they’re from Claire’s Accessories,” which makes her laugh, and she scoots in closer to me, “What’s your name?”

“Jude.”

“There’s a girl in my school called Jude.”

“Right, well I guess you’ve found two of the girliest things about me in the first minute of meeting me.”

She laughs again even though it wasn’t that funny, and Jen, to my right, laughs privately to herself too. “Hehe,” She imitates in a high pitched voice as Rachel turns to take a beer from Shane. “She fancies you.”

“I don’t care.”

There’s a gust of cool air on my head as my cap is whipped from me, “I like your hat,” Clóda says. She puts it on and leans down to rub her hand over the surface of my shorn head, “But I don’t like your new hair. When did you shave it off?”

I peer at her and smile. I don’t care about Rachel, but Clóda? Clóda does wild things to my insides. “Are you saying you liked my old hair?”

A shrug, “Yeah it was alright. I just preferred it.”

“I might have left it how it was if I’d known that.”

She blushes and giggles, and Shane looks at me, and as I look back at him a muscle twitches in his cheek. I shrug. What are you gonna do? I can’t help it if the girls I like usually seem to like me back. I’m lucky like that.

Rachel grabs the hat to distract her and puts it on backwards, and she pulls a stupid face and then they giggle and wrestle each other for it while Shane and Joe watch them with fascination.

“Oh, okay, they both fancy you,” Jen hisses, “surprise surprise.”

“Are you jealous?”

She rolls her eyes, “Please, I’ve lost all hope of finding one single lesbian in this whole town. I’m the only gay for ten miles. I’ll just die alone this summer as I predicted.”

I jut out my bottom lip, “poor Jen.”

“Yeah, piss off.”

Rachel whoops abruptly and loudly near my ear and snatches my beer bottle from the hollow I made for it in the sand. “I’ve your beer now,” she points out, and dangles it in front of my nose. “I’ve your hat and your beer,”

“I can see that.”

Jen hisses at me, “she just wants you to flirt back. Just go wrestle her for the stupid beer. Don’t embarrass her.”

Clóda thunders down after her, grabs my hat and waves it triumphantly in the air. “I have it now! What are you gonna do?” I get up for her.

“Hey, now, give me back my hat,” I say, and I wink at Jen, and she winks back, and I chase down the beach after them both.

Prev // Next

#lucky boy #they cute #I just love their baby faces #simlit

25 notes · View notes

wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 5 months

Text

These are some new characters. And, no, my other characters haven’t met them yet. If you want, you can leave suggestions about how you think Atticus and Felix meet the others.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You’re mad,” Felix said with a laugh. “Absolutely mad!”

“I’m not!” Atticus said, smiling. “I genuinely think that the peanut butter, mango and banana smoothie is better than the chocolate, strawberry, and banana smoothie.”

Felix looked at his boyfriend like he’d grown another head. “Strawberry, chocolate, and banana is a classic,” he said, very dramatically. It sounded even more dramatic because of his strong British accent. “And I’m sorry, but peanut butter ruins the taste quality of everything. It’s awful. And peanut butter with mango?!” He pretended to gag.

Atticus couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed for so long that Felix started laughing, too. Finally, when Atticus had his laughing under control, he looked Felix in the eye and said, “Remind me to thank your roommate for being a slob.”

Felix groaned. “Ugh. Don’t remind me about that tosser. The guy dumped his ghastly-smelling laundry all over my clean clothes. I have to probably burn my shirts now.” Then his face changed as he remembered something. “Shit,” he said. “I don’t have any clean clothes. I have to wear what I wore today to my classes tomorrow. Uhhhhggg, Jazzie is going to give me such shit about that.”

Atticus laughed again before wrapping his arms around Felix’s waist and kissing him. He could taste strawberry on his boyfriend’s lips.

“You could wear one of my outfits tomorrow.” He smiled. “One of the perks of having a fashion major boyfriend is that I have some stylish clothes.”

Felix pouted. “But the clothes I got you match your style. They’re a bit too sporty for my taste. And not to mention that you’re a lot taller and broader than me. I’ll look silly.”

Atticus smiled wider and kissed his adorable boyfriend again. “I have a lavender t-shirt that would probably look good baggy. Borrow that, a pair of my jeans, and my white hoodie that you steal constantly anyway. You’ll still look stylish, baby; don’t worry.”

Felix finally smiled, too. “Okay.” Then he raised a brow. “And can I wear your green t-shirt and gray sweats tonight? To sleep in?”

Atticus didn’t even hesitate to say yes.

They finished their smoothies and cleaned up Atticus’s kitchen before going to the bedroom. Felix showered first and Atticus passed the 47 minutes Felix spent in the bathroom by scrolling through TikTok on his phone. Felix emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his neck, his cheek pink from the shower, his wildly messy blonde curls dripping wet, and wearing the clothes he borrowed from Atticus.

Atticus took his shower after that. He only spent 20 minutes in the bathroom. When he emerged, he was wearing a sweater that was baggy—even on his large frame—and checkered pajama pants. Both he and Felix preferred pajamas instead of sleeping shirtless or in their boxers. Well, mainly because Atticus was raised in a very conservative household, and so he felt more comfortable being fully dressed and around fully dressed people. It’s one of the reasons why he detested going to the beach.

Felix was lying under the covers of the bed when Atticus emerged from the bathroom. Atticus crawled into the bed beside his boyfriend and pulled the blonde close. Felix laughed a little as Atticus fluttered kisses all over his cheek and neck.

“Atti,” Felix laughed. “Atti, stop that!” He couldn’t stop smiling.

Atticus pulled away for a second to look at the blonde’s face before leaning in and kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you,” he whispered.

Felix leaned forward and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s. “Love you, too. G’night.”

They pecked each other on the lips one more time before closing their eyes and falling asleep.

— — —

Around three in the morning, Felix’s eyes flew open as he gasped, trying to suck oxygen into his suddenly starving lungs. Crap, he thought. An asthma attack? Now?! He coughed and wheezed, but he just couldn’t breathe at all. It suddenly felt like his t-shirt was strangling him.

The room was completely dark, and Felix couldn’t see anything. Suddenly, he heard a soft groan and movement beside him.

Shit, he thought, remembering that he was at his boyfriend’s apartment. He’d spent the night because he couldn’t stand his roommate’s messiness anymore, he reminded himself.

“Baby?” Atticus said, his voice hoarse from sleep.

Felix tried to answer—tried to tell his boyfriend to just go back to sleep—but he made an ugly gasping noise instead. Instantly, Atticus sat up. “Felix?”

Still wheezing, Felix rubbed a hand over his chest that felt tight around his lungs.

“Shit,” Atticus said, ushering Felix into a sitting position. “Breathe, baby. Deep breaths. C’mon.”

Felix’s eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see Atticus’s concerned face. His eyes were frantically looking at Atticus. He tried to say something, but it came out another ugly gasp.

But Atticus seemed to know what Felix was trying to say—because he’s just smart like that—and he quickly got out of bed and ran to the kitchen where the blonde had left his inhaler.

Atticus quickly ran back to the bedroom and sat beside his boyfriend. He brought the inhaler to Felix’s lips and the blonde pulled in several deep breaths, holding each one for a few seconds, before lowering the inhaler and sighing. He slumped, breathing deeply in and out. Atticus rubbed gentle circles on his back for several minutes.

Finally, Felix looked up at his boyfriend. “S-sorry, Atti,” he mumbled.

Atticus shook his head and smiled a bit. “Don’t be sorry, baby,” he said. “You okay?”

Felix nodded. Then he turned his head away so Atticus couldn’t see him yawn. Atticus always told him he looked cute no matter what, but he was absolutely sure no one could look cute while yawning. Only cute baby animals had that talent.

It definitely wasn’t the worst asthma attack he’d had. Definitely not the worst nighttime asthma attack. The worst one of those he’d ever had was when he was twelve. It was so bad that he was hospitalized.

Atticus was smoothing hair away from Felix’s face. “Wanna go back to sleep?” he asked quietly.

Felix nodded before scooting back down in bed. Atticus laid down next to him and hugged the blonde from behind, little-spooning his tiny boyfriend and relishing being the big spoon.

“Atti?”

”Yeah, baby?”

Felix turned his head enough to look Atticus in the eye. He kissed him before admiring the brunette’s face lovingly.

Atticus couldn’t help but smile. “Yes?” he asked, fully expecting an ‘I love you’ from Felix.

But Felix smirked and said, “You still have terrible taste in smoothie flavors.” And with that, he settled against his pillow again and closed his eyes.

#thebrilliantidiots #felix #atticus #whump things #I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THESE TWO!!!!!!#fluff

14 notes · View notes

cupidspup · 1 year

Text

A/N: Aaaah this is kind of my first time writing something public in a while and I’m a bit nervous so please be patient with me! I’m going to be using these kinds of text posts to sort of get what I need out of my system but also bring comfort to those who need it!! With all honesty, there isn’t enough concept posts out there for agere content so, I decided to just do it myself! x) Anywho let’s get started! ^^ -Pluto

Prompt: You and your caregiver take a day to just play and have fun! Some quality time with your caregiver is just what you needed to relieve your stress ♡ Pt. 1/2

C/W: mentions of school, parental type nicknames (ex. dada/daddy/mama/mommy/baba)

School has always been hard for you. The socializing, the bright lights in your eyes so early in the morning, the amount of effort it takes to try and take in all the information your given. It’s all tiring as it is. It can be hard to take some time for yourself and let yourself go. You’ve always struggled to give yourself a break, despite knowing that you need them. It’s a good thing your care giver is always going to be there for you to remind you to take those well deserved breaks.

Sighing as you step through the door you set your bag down. Rubbing your face as your make your way to the kitchen, you announce your presence. “[Your caregiver’s name], I’m homeeeeeeee!” Your caregiver happily calls back to you as you open the door to the fridge. “Hey you! How was class?” they say as they poke their head from behind the door. You let out an exasperated sigh as you reach for the milk. “Ugh same old same old you know how it is. I’m just honestly really stressed about everything I have to get done.” Your caregiver frowns a little as you start gathering what you need to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “Awe hon, I’m so sorry to hear that is there anything I can do? Maybe you should take a little break from work.” Immediately you think about the workload you have.

“As nice as that sounds I really need to get this done. I’ll be fine alright? It’s just part of the territory.” You give your caregiver the best smile you can and a soft peck on the cheek. They frown and take the cereal from your hand gently, and their tone changes. “Come on sweetheart let’s take a break you just got home. You’ve been working so, so hard lately I’m worried about you. Let me take care of you, it’s been a while since I’ve seen my baby!”, they say as they softly pinch your cheek. Your caregiver smiles warmly as they take you into their arms. Their touch smothering yet gentle. You feel yourself start to slip but you try to fight it off. Now isn’t the time. You push them away, trying to escape their hug as much as you’re trying to escape your regression. “I-I cant. I have to do all of t-this stuff! If I don’t I’ll f-fall behind!” Your caregiver softly shushes you and keeps their soothing hold on you. It’s definitely not helping your fight against your regression. You simply can’t take a break! What about all the work that needs to be done? No you’re an adult you need to do the adult things and keep going! After all that’s your responsibility. You start to whimper as you get lost in your own thoughts and tears start to prick your eyes. You can’t help it. A break sounds so good and your caregiver is so patient and soothing.

“Oh honey, it’s okay you can let it go. I know it’s hard but I’m here for you I promise little one. You can trust me, my baby.”

And with that you were done. Out came the waterworks and you immediately start crying into your caregiver’s chest. They wrap their arms around you and plant soft kisses on your head.

“You’re okay honey let, baba take care of you. You’ve been doing so good being all grown up but now it’s tiny time!”

And just like that your caregiver swoops your into their arms and brings you to the couch. Your work and cereal long forgotten as you cry into their chest. Your caregiver softly coos and rocks you gently as they sit with you. Your crying subsiding as they whisper comforting words into your ears. “There’s my good baby, you’re doing so well little one. I’m so proud of you for letting yourself take a break. You’re baba’s busy bee aren’t you?” they pet your hair as they continue to praise you. Their shirt is clenched into your fist and you can’t help but cling onto them even closer. Their presence is nothing but soothing and everything you could possibly need right now. Even though it feels wrong to take a break you can’t help but admit that being in their arms right now feels so right. Comforting in every way. For what seems like hours your caregiver rocks you gently and pets your hair. They wipe away your tears as they let you cry, never failing to praise you as you let yourself go. Soon enough your crying subsides and so do your sniffles, your caregivers offers you a sweet kiss on the cheek and you feel your tummy tickle just a little. You’ve always admired how loving your caregiver is.

“Are you feeling any better now my baby?” they ask as they shift you on their lap. They rest you onto their chest and softly pat your back. You snuggle closer and nod as they hold you firm but gently against them. Your caregiver smiles softly at your nod and continues to rock you. “That’s just wonderful, sweetie. I’m so glad. Do you wanna stay like this a little longer before, baba makes you some food?” You take a second to think before nodding again, your thumb finding its way to your mouth. The feeling of it familiar and comforting. “Alright then, my little love we can stay like this longer. As long as you like.” And just like that you and your caregiver sit together cuddling on your couch as you come down from your crying spell. Your eyes starting to shut from how much energy was used from before. You feel your caregiver start to stir from under you and your eyes shoot open.

“No no no, little baby! You need to stay awake, you haven’t eaten all day!” They sit up and lift your chin softly. “Tell baba what you’d like to eat today? Can you be a big boy/girl/kid and tell baba? Hm?” You think for a moment still sucking on your thumb before answering. “appie pleas!” Your caregiver nods and just like that they carry you back to the kitchen and sets you down a the table. “Can you be a good boy/girl/baby for baba and sit here while I cut up your apples, little one?” Your heart jumps for joy at the thought of being a good baby for your baba and you nod excitedly. Your caregiver smiles and ruffles your hair. “That’s my boy/girl/baby. Oh and one more thing!” They reach into their pocket and pull out a pacifier, holding it up to your lips. “I always have one on me in case if you slip. How say ahh~ for me!” You let your caregiver slip the pacifier and you sit happily as you watch your caregiver cut your apple slices into various shapes and sizes.

“What would my baby like to do today?” they say as they serve you your plate, taking a seat right next to you as they take your pacifier out. You reach to grab a piece of apple and take a bite as you think. There’s so many choices and so much of the day left to spend with your caregiver it’s so hard to choose!

“I wan watch cartoon with baba n play wit ma stuffies!” you exclaim happily. Your caregiver chuckles at your excitement and kisses your forehead. “Then we will do just that, my baby. Anything for you. Today is all about you and we’ll try and fit everything in! I love you so much, tiny.♡”

“I wuv you too baba.♡”

#agere #agere caregiver #agere concept #agere textpost #sfw littlespace #cglre #babyspace #babyre #agere community #age regressor #age regression #age dreaming #age dreamer #agere blog #sfw regression #ageretextpost #agereconcepts

58 notes · View notes

misschanadlerbong · 7 months

Text

When Stef Met 'Lena

PART 1 | <next>

Elena was laid off from her last job due to her boss unable to pay her any longer. Elena had been searching for a job ever since, and then she discovered The Salvatore Industries. They were hiring or looking for a receptionist. Just the job for her. They had been her savior, she desperately needed this job. Rent money doesn’t come from out of thin air.

Elena Gilbert is described by many as stubborn, hard working, kind, and gentle. From a young age she strived to at least try when attempting at something which she carried with her into adulthood. And according to Caroline Forbes that was exactly what Salvatore Industries needed. Heart, kindness, and the strive to work hard. And that was exactly the receptionist they needed. Not what most people expect right? A receptionist needed those qualities? Yes, at The Salvatore industries they wanted and needed good people, people who carried about what they were doing. And Elena Gilbert was the perfect candidate.

There was this musical ringing, the phone rang several times before Elena reached it. She picked the phone up and answered with “Hello?”

“Elena hi! I have wonderful news you got the job! Your first day is tomorrow please meet me at The Salvatore Industries near the front lobby. The address once again is 523 Mystic City Avenue. Can’t wait to see you then!” Caroline beamed and hung up the phone.

Elena felt relief wash over her and then dread. Elena rubbed her temples in exasperation “She didn’t tell me who my boss is? Oh well this is gonna be fun,” Elena tried calling Caroline back again to get some answers to her questions but to no avail she did not answer. She tried again and all she heard was that loud and weird beeping sound when you call someone and they’re on the phone with someone else. Elena was irritated but instead of focusing on the negative she goes and calls Bonnie.

Elena dialed Bonnie’s phone number 876-435-778. All you could hear was the ringing and how it paused and started to ring and pause once again until Bonnie picked up.

“Bonnie guess what!” Elena exclaims enthusiastically.

“You got the job!”

“Yes I did! I got the job!”

“That’s amazing Elena! I’m so proud of you!”

“Aw, thank you Bonbon.”

“You're welcome! Tell you what, how about I drop you off and it’ll save you the trouble of using more gas.”

“That sounds like a plan Bon, also apparently I start tomorrow.”

“That’s quick, but I can still drop you off, don't worry.”

“I should have known it wouldn’t be able to get rid of you that easily.” Elena teased.

“Hey!”

“Kidding.” Elena giggled and Bonnie laughed alongside her.

Bonnie and Elena finally arrived at The Salvatore Industries. Bonnie parked in the parking lot, “Here we are.” Elena looked at the building nervously. “Don’t worry, You’ll do fine!” Bonnie gushed. Elena grinned at Bonnie feeling confidence wash over her.

“Take a deep breath and keep your chin up.” Elena smiles softly and replies with “I will, don’t worry.” Bonnie smiles and says her goodbyes as she rides off leaving Elena by herself. Elena takes a few deep breaths, even though she already had been in the building it didn’t ease her nerves. But she tried to do what Bonnie wanted her to do. Keep her chin held high. She walked towards the building. Was it larger than the first time she saw it? No, but it felt larger.

‘It’s just my first day, what could possibly go wrong?’ “Ugh who am I kidding?” Elena lets out a sigh and walks in the building. The moment she steps in the building a man greets her. He’s tall, he has black hair, pale blue eyes alongside a pale complexion as well. He gives her a cold and hard look. She wonders ‘Is this my boss?’ ‘If he is, this is gonna be interesting to say the least…’

“l know what you're thinking, I’m not your boss.” Elena nods slowly but then looks even more confused,“Then who are? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” “I do mind actually!” Elena looks down in embarrassment. “I’m sorry sir, the women who interviewed me didn’t tell me who he was or anything like that. She said she would meet me here.” “Leave the poor girl alone, she didn’t know there’s no shame in that.” The woman she interviewed me a few days ago says, I believe her name was Caroline if I’m remembering correctly. She leans her head to look at Elena and replies with “Come with me, it’s time to meet Mr.Salvatore. And don’t worry it’s not your fault for not knowing it’s mine entirely for not telling you.”

Once they had moved to the elevator away from the man. Elena whispers “Thank You.” “For what?” Caroline asks, confused. “For saving me from him, he does not like me very much.” Caroline leans closer and says “He doesn’t like anyone.” Elena giggles and replies with “That makes sense.” Caroline smiles back at her. Just as Caroline pressed the button for floor 102 a man stopped the elevator before it closed. The man walked in and walked towards Caroline smiling gently at her. ‘He seems sweet and cute. Wait what if this is my boss? I can't think like that!’ Elena mentally scolded herself for thinking in that way’ ‘He had dark blonde hair, forest green eyes that had a romantic glint that shined brightly, and he had a soft smile that lit up the room. Oh my god, Elena! Stop thinking that he could be your boss once again!’ Elena thought to herself. He stood by Caroline and conversed in small talk with her “Good morning Caroline! I never did get the chance to ask you but how has the interviewing been going?”

“Well, Mr.Salvatore it's especially great since she’s standing right behind you.” Stefan whipped his head around to get a better look at Elena. His gaze softened when his eyes met her. He smiled at her, charmly. He reached his hand out, motioning for her to shake his hand. She gladly took his hand and shook it with just the right amount of firmness. When Stefan touched Elena’s hand he must have felt how gentle it was while when Elena touched him she must have felt how soft it was. They’re eyes never left one another, they were like in this haze of admiration. They both thought to themselves ‘You can’t think like that she’s/he your co-worker!’

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss…?”

“Miss. Gilbert, Elena Gilbert. And it’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr.Salvatore.” She smiled kindly at him and he smiled back with just as much warmth.

Caroline intervened and asked “So are you ready for the tour, Elena?”

Before Elena could respond Stefan answered “Why don’t I show her around, you already have done so much,” He grinned at her, “Well, Thank You Mr.Salvatore you're very considerate.” She smiled back at him.

The elevator dinged and Elena and Stefan moved out of the elevator. “Elena?” Caroline called, “Yes?”

“If you need anything, don't be afraid to let me know.” Caroline gushed sincerely, grinning brightly at Elena.

“I will Caroline Thank You,” She smiled back at Caroline with just as much sincerity. You could see it now, the start of a new and wonderfully blossomed friendship.

“Anytime.” Caroline pressed the first floor button and the elevator, leaving the pair alone.

Elena turned to Stefan “Where do we start?”

Stefan turned to look at her as he said “My office, your area, and a few other places as well.”

“Where’s my area?” Elena asked.

“In the lobby area, where you came in there’s the front desk and that’s where you’ll be working.” Elena nodded in understanding.

Stefan led her to his office area, “This is my area or my office area.” In the background of his office you could see his book shelves full of so many different types of books. And his desk was in the middle, it had this glossy look and it was a shade of dark brown. “Wow, it's beautiful.”

“Why Thank You. That’s very kind of you.” Elena smiled at the complement.

“Now, let me show you to the lobby area,” He smiled softly at her as he led her back to the elevator. They both stepped in and he pressed floor one.

“You know Elena-” Stefan started, turning to look over at Elena. “You don’t strike me as someone who would be a receptionist.”

Elena smiled softly to herself, she must have felt her cheeks blushing as she looked down, “Life got in the way and it was expensive, and I felt like I could do good becoming a receptionist even if it’s in a different way than I wanted to originally,”

“What did you want to be when you grew up, Mr.Salvatore?”

“Ironically enough at first I wanted to be a Doctor as well.”

Elena lifted her eyes from the elevator door back to his eyes,“Why didn’t you?” She inquired.

“This company needed me especially after my father died and I couldn’t look away. I had to help.” Elena smiled with genuine compassion as she praised “Mr. Salvatore you are truly a kind man and a compassionate one too. That was quite noble of you most wouldn’t do that.” Elena voiced gently, Stefan looked at her with his vibrant smile and gleaming green eyes and thoughtfully replied with “Thank You, Ms.Gilbert you truly have a kind soul and I am lucky to have someone like you here.”

“No, it's quite the opposite. I'm honored to be working here because I was laid off from my last job and I was worried I wouldn’t find one this time for rent, but luckily I did. In the way you all were my savior I couldn’t Thank You all enough.”

“I’m glad you will be working here especially since we need someone like you, someone who cares.” Stefan praised, passionately.

Elena smiles at the compliment,“Well, Thank You Mr.Salvatore you’ve been so welcoming and caring I can’t help but feel excited to start.”

“I’m pleased to hear that.” He said with humility. Stefan was quite grateful she was going to be working here, ‘I wish we could find more people like her kind and caring, I’m just thankful she is here,’ ‘I’m very grateful I got this job, I have a good feeling about this job,’ They both simultaneously smile to themselves wrapped up in their own thoughts that was until the elevator dinged and they were back at the first floor. Elena jerked a little, Stefan looked over at her worry spread across his face. “Are you alright?" He asked, with panic in his voice. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Sorry, I was too wrapped up in my thoughts.” Elena placed her hand on her chest, trying to regain her composure. He smiled at her researingly and she smiled back feeling a sense of warmth fill her chest.

He turned to look back at her as he led her to her desk. “Here we are Ms.Gilbert.”

“Thank You Mr.Salvatore for your help,” She replied politely.

“Anytime Ms.Gilbert let me know if you need anything at all.”

“I will, Thank You Mr.Salvatore.” Elena said, and Stefan walked away heading toward the elevator, planning to go back to his office. Elena watched as Stefan a sigh escaped her lips, she must have felt a tinge of blush come across her face as she turned away and started to focus on settling in her new desk area.

Just as she sat down someone came up to her, It was a woman. Elena asked, “How can I help you?”

The woman was timid but still spoke up “I-I was wondering if I could schedule a meeting with M-mr.Salvatore I’m one of his clients.” She said, shakily.

“Of course,” Elena looked at the calendar behind her and noticed July 7th was open for meetings. She grabbed a pen and wrote ‘Meeting with-’

“What’s your name ma’am?”

“My n-name is Alexia Branson.” Elena wrote her name on the calendar, “You're all set Ms.Branson, give us a call if you need anything.” She smiled warmly at the women and she thought to herself ‘I have a great feeling about this.’ She smiled to herself as she watched the lady leave and she went back to work.

@queenofstelena / @wiidestdrearms

22 notes · View notes

evilwickedme · 1 year

Note

What's your favorite costume version for all the batkids?

Oooh okay!! I'll go through a bunch but there are batkids I just don't have strong opinions on in this subject (namely Damian and Duke I'm so sorry)

1. So for Dick obviously the finger stripes are top quality but listen. Listen.

I know it's over the top. I know it's ridiculous. I know he's showing a ridiculous amount of boob and that can't be safe. But tell me that it's not PEAK Dick Grayson. Overdramatic, over the top, sexy and impractical. Is it a good outfit for fighting crime in? Not even a little. Is it my favorite of every single one of his outfits?? Abso fucking lutely.

2. Jason's outfits post robin are all variations on the same theme, and while I like the hoodie look just fine, ultimately I'm here to be as horny as possible about Jason Todd and the leather jacket look is PEAK so

I m e a n

I think we can all agree that this is just. I want to sit on his lap. And just. Wiggle around a little till I'm comfortable. Don't talk to me

3. Tim has gone through a lot of costume variations - there was actually a poll a few weeks ago to decide which was the best one and at the time I voted for option 3:

And I think I voted for it mostly because of what it symbolizes, because if I'm going to be honest, the one I find the most visually compelling is his current suit:

I just think it's so elegant! Should he narratively still be Robin right now? Absolutely not. Do I think that this design is ridiculously aesthetically pleasing? Yes yes I do.

4. Cass is a character who hasn't had many costume designs, but they've all been really distinct from one another. My personal favorite is the Batgirl outfit:

It's just so scary!!! Like it really defines her in so many ways, both as a person and as a vigilante, but the stitch on the mask is just so fucking horrifying and I LOVE it

5. Final one for now (again so sorry Damian and Duke you have good costumes I just don't have strong opinions about them 😭) Steph!!! Like Cass, not many costumes, but they all feel like her, which I love. The Batgirl outfit and modern Spoiler costume are both phenomenal, like genuinely I don't think she has a flop. However I really like the OG:

She's just a shadow!! She has no face!!! She chooses to dress in bright purple eggplant and yet she's still seamlessly blending into the shadows and it's SO GOOD. The only other character who does this is literally batman. I'm just. Ugh I'm in awe of this design it's so good

Thank you for asking this was so much fun to compile!!!!! And now I have all these photos saved in my phone to just bring out like "these are my blorbos" and show to strangers like grandmothers do with their grandkids

(I already had the thigh photo saved I'm not going to even pretend otherwise)

#batfam #jason todd #dick grayson #dickard grayson #tim drake my beloved #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #dc #gail speaks #greatfrog #ask #jason thirst tag #jason todd my beloved #jt

97 notes · View notes

supraveng · 2 years

Text

Sexy time drabble

A/N: I saw this clip and thought it would make a fun extra little something for reader and Chris from Marvelous Friend

Warning: implied smut, cursing

Lizzo talking about Chris

Chris was on his world wide press tour for the Gray Man and you were missing him like crazy, chatting daily wasn't making it any easier, you needed to hug him and kiss him.

You did whatever you could to keep yourself busy and chatted with your brothers and their wives more than usual, trying to distract yourself. So you didn't think anything of it when your sister in law, Jan, sent you a link asking if you could answer the question.

Laughing at Lizzo's response you sent Chris a quick text, not 100% sure where he was or his schedule so you weren't expecting a response

Missing you 🥺

Chris ❣️ awe I miss you too, what are you doing right now

I'm trying to figure out your least sexy quality

Chris ❣️ 😳 what? Why?

Lizzo couldn't answer it, it's a really hard question

Chris ❣️ 😅 I thought you would have a full list

😧 Maybe your feet, but I don't like anyone's feet so 🤷‍♀️

Chris ❣️ not dolphin skin Steve Rogers? Im surprised

Ugh, I'm never gonna live that down 😬

Chris ❣️ 🥰 I love that you hate that look, I'm not a big fan either, waxing is a bitch 😅

I would love to have those muscles wrapped around me right now 👅🍆

Chris ❣️ 👀 you cant do this to me right now, I'm heading into another interview

Sorry babe, I'm just missing you 🥺 can you facetime me when your done, preferably in your hotel room naked 😉

Marvelous Friends

#chris evans x fem!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x y/n

178 notes · View notes

c-h-i-m-es · 1 year

Text

-run away with me

mikage reo x f!reader

with a frown on your face, you followed your parents around like puppy with their master. it had been almost an hour that they had been going on and on about politics and giving their suggestions like that would change a thing.

you were accompanying them to an event for launch of new project for someone you didn’t knew and didn’t care to know about. you were planning to spend some quality time alone and relax in you room but as soon as you returned home from school, you mom dropped the news about them attending an event and for you to come with them.

you of course refused at first but then she started telling you about how events like these will help you make connections and you’ll learn a thing or two about business in real life.

when you were sure that she is not gonna leave for event without you, you just gave up and followed them.

“well it was very nice catching you with you, mr. kiyomi.” your dad said to another man around his own age.

finally. “please join us for lunch or dinner with us sometimes.” he bowed to your parents as they did the same.

once you were left alone with you parents, you join in, “can we go grab something to eat?”

“you should have had some snacks before we left y/n.” you mom replied to you.

“well i should have but didn’t have time, sorry about that. can we get something to eat now?”

“politely now.” your dad warned you like they didn’t drop the news last moment and told you to get ready quickly from an hour before the event.

you scoffed and looked away from them and went through your phone again.

“mr. and mrs. l/n, good to see you.” you looked up to see another couple approach your parents with a smile on their faces.

your parents exchanged a quick greeting with them when their attention came to you, “oh my is she your daughter?” the lady asked looking at you.

you put your phone away and nod with a smile, “yes, hello. pleasure to meet you.” you say politely with a little bow of your head.

"she has grown up so fast.” she smile at you and you maintained you smile as you looked at your mother.

“where is your son by the way? i haven’t seen him in like forever.” you mom asked the lady.

“oh you definitely should meet him. he is a fine young man.” you dad said and look a sip of his drink.

the man laughed and looked around, soon enough spotting the man he was searching for, he called out, “reo, come here.” you looked at the person he called for and saw a boy of around your age with purple hair in a nice suit coming towards you all with a small smile on his face.

he came and stood in between his parents, “hello mr. and mrs. l/n, nice seeing you.” he bowed a little and he gave you ‘prince charming’ vibes.

your parents said some things to him like how good he was looking and his studies and him politely giving them replies.

“oh you’re in the same grade as y/n.” your mom said and you were suddenly the center of attention in the group.

“aw that’s really nice. you both should get to know each other.” the lady, his mom said with excitement.

you looked at your mom to see her telling you to introduce yourself to him with her eyes, “ah.. hi?” you cleared your throat, “i’m y/n, nice to meet you.” you said calmly despite all the sudden attention making you nervous.

he smile sweetly and introduced himself as reo. pretty name for pretty boy.

soon the parents went back to their own conversation, talking business while you were left out again and even hungrier than before. you noticed that reo was now beside you, his father moving to go beside your own.

you both stood there in silence. you were not good with starting a conversation and he wasn’t saying anything, you didn’t mind though. what you did mind was your hunger growing by every second and it was starting to make your mood bad.

“ugh this is so boring.” you mumbled to yourself and fold your arms in front of your chest.

“i know right and i skipped plans with my friends for this.” reo replied from besides you, you were surprised by his sudden reply but appreciated it either way. “anything special today?”

“nah just enjoying the monthly test getting over with i guess.” he turned to you, “had any plans tonight?”

“no.. not really. nothing special just relaxing.” you sighed thinking about the things you’d be doing if you were at home.

he closed his eyes and shook his head, “i can’t wait for this to be over.”

“same. i might just run away from here.” you straighten your back and check time on your phone. 20: 26.

“let’s do it.” reo said with excitement in his voice and you look at him. he had a huge smile on his face, you on the other hand were confused by what he said, “what?”

“let’s run aways from this boring event.”

“w-what? no. we can’t leave this place without our parents.” you could not get out through the security who you knew noticed you since there weren’t just a couple of parents who brought their kid to the event.

“i know. that’s why i’m saying to run away, just like you said.”

“i.. was kidding when i said that. i didn’t think you’d actually take it seriously and agree to it.” you shook your head.

“so you wanna stay here?” he asked like he was teasing you. you frowned, “of course not you dumbass. why would you ask me something that?”

a mischievous smile played at his lips, “so let’s get out of here.”

you paused and thought for a while. what’s the worst that could even happen? nothing really.

a smile formed on your lips as well, “let’s go.” anyone could know that you were excited at the idea from your voice. “let me deal with them?”

you asked referring to both your parents and he quickly nodded. you take a few step towards them, “umm excuse me?” they stopped their talk and looked at you, and reo who was behind you.

“yes darling?” your mom replied, for you to continue, “sorry to disturb but like i said before mom, i am hungry and i am going to get dinner.”

“why would you have dinner alone? wait for a while so we can join you as well.” you dad said to which reo replied, “oh i’m quite hungry myself so i shall join her.”

your moms had a smile at their lips, “looks like they’re getting along just fine.” his mom said with a sweet smile.

“oh yes, we..” you looked at reo, “have, quite a lot in common it seems.”

“that’s great to hear. go on ahead we will join you both later.” his father said as they went back to their talks.

you both turn around and walk away from the group, “now how do we get outta here?” you asked reo who was walking a step ahead of you to lead you out the main hall.

“i have a perfect thing in my mind.” he looked back for not more than a second to flash you his smile.

you didn’t know the guy but you hoped he is as good on the inside as he looks on the outside. if not, you might just up dead.

he led you behind the main hall and there was a balcony from where o you could get the view of beautiful garden below.

“come on let’s go.” he walked ahead of you and you noticed stairs leading down in the garden. on reaching the garden, you walked through the stone paveway and it ended with a small pond with some statue in the middle.

reo looked around to see if anyone was around. there was a stone wall with texture, which could be easier to climb up. he turned to you, “i’m gonna climb first and wait there,” he said pointing to the top of the wall, “then you can see how i do it and get up, is it okay?”

“yes don’t worry i can climb a wall.” you assured him and he smiled, “great then. i’m going ‘kay?”

“yeah yeah just go ahead reo.” shaking the thoughts away, you watched as reo climble up and sat on the top of the wall to look down on you, “come on up y/n.” the first time you said each other’s name and call yourself weird but his name was felt so good to say out loud plus hearing your own name come out of his lips made you like your name a lot.

you weren’t so inexperienced in climbing walls so you reached the top to join reo in very little time, “wow y/n, you’re really good at this.” he let out a laugh and jumped on the other side.

straightening himself up, he looked up at you and waved his hand, signalling you to jump. he extended his arms to catch you, in case. “right!” you jump to join him, excited when you didn’t land on your butt. his body moved on it’s own and were holding onto your arms, “this might just be my hidden talent.” you smiled at him and he laughed at your words.

“where will you use your talent hmm?” he asked as you both started walking away, not noticing his hands still holding yours.

“who knows maybe i will have to run away some other time as well?” you both kept talking about random stuffs and just getting to know each other. he was easy to talk to so you didn’t run out of things to say to him.

soon, you reached a convenience store and reo pushed the door open as you both entered and were greeted by the young lady sitting in the counter. you smiled at her and walked to the snack aisle.

“what’s your favourite?” he asked you as he himself grabbed a bag of chips and showed it to you, “do you like this one?”

“i like anything as long as it’s tasty.” you grabbed another flavor of the same type of chips reo got for diversity. “wait- lemme grab a bigger bag,” you put the on in your hand back and garbed a bigger one, “i literally haven’t had anything since lunch.”

you walked ahead and tugged his hand to follow you. then it suddenly hit you that you were holding his hands. you weren’t sure since when you were but you were thinking about if he has noticed it and if it would seem rude to let go now.

so instead you took some fast steps and reached the fridge, “what do you want?” you asked him as you let go of his hand as casually as you could to open the fridge door.

you grabbed his drink and one for yourself as he moved to another asile and grabbed some chocolate bars. you walk to the counter with him following behind you, “do you think we need some more?” he asked and you look back at him with disbelieve, “look how much food we are buying.”

he tilted his head at you, “didn’t you say you were hungry?”

you chuckle, “don’t worry this much is enough.” you continue you walk looking ahead, “beside if we need more, which i do not think we do, we can always come back and grab some more.”

on reaching the counter, you put all the snacks in your hands on the counter and your partner of the night did the same. you bickered a little with him about who’s gonna pay and after you realized the lady was laughing to herself looking at you two, you got embarrassed and let him pay.

grabbing the bag with goodies, reo carrying the bag with the goodies, you both walked to the small park near by to enjoy you dinner for the night.

thankfully it hadn’t rained so the ground wasn’t wet. you sat on the grass, under a tree, near a light so you could see better and enjoyed the rest of the night with reo until your parents called.

they sounded furious on the call so you both hurried back but didn’t care about your parents as you were exchanging number and socials to keep in touch.

“let’s do this again.” he winked at you and went to where his parents had parked and you did the same.

you were so not gonna let him pay the next time.

#mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #bllk fluff #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines

32 notes · View notes

bizzybkd · 5 months

Text

The Walk Home

~ Itto x Reader ~ Pt. 2 (Fluffy, Slow Burn)

(Read Pt. 1 here!)

~~~~

I watched in slight awe of the man before me, enjoying the second meal i’d prepared for him which i had triple checked to make sure none of my bean like or based ingredients were in it i could only terrify myself with the idea of going out of business over a customer losing his life from my cooking.

he seemed ecstatic once again when i’d brought it out, his mouth practically drooling as he gripped his chopsticks from the previous bowl. i could already see half the bowl gone once id set it down on the counter. i had to fight back the grin as to keep up the “not so creepy restaurant owner” persona i used for business.

this time, with not so many eyes on me and an interest in the person who seemed to be so important (self proclaimed or otherwise) and let alone not even human who’d come to my shop. hugging my tray to my chest and ignoring the slight heat radiating from the spot the ramen bowl was on, tilted my head to get a better view of his face.

what i could see of it anyway, he was so busy stuffing it, it wasn’t until most of the bowl was gone and he had to pick something from his teeth that he noticed me.

“Ah! sorry, i totally didn’t see you there, this ramen is just.. ugh! it’s so good!” he grunted with a smile and a laugh, once again lifting the bowl and tilting back his head.

i swore i must check the quality of my bowls once he leaves i could hear the cracking and shaving of the porcelain.

i didn’t bother responding, continuing my people watch as i found my eyes drawn to his throat, the rapid movement of him swallowing the broth and whatever else was left into his gullet. it was impressive, almost scary, but i figured him not being human was the cause of that.

i scanned the rest of his body from what i could see from behind the counter, his toned figure down to the markings on his body and where they led. i wondered if his entire body was as toned as his upper half seemed. i wondered if he had tan lines from his clothing, it was obvious he was out and about a lot, and judging by the slight dirt stains along us arms, the shoulders and back of his clothes, i assumed he was one to be outdoors.

but, due to a lack of awareness and a quickly rising interest in him, i hadn’t noticed him watching me, same as he hadn’t noticed me before this.

i let out a small yelp in realization, looking up at his face as “be professional! be professional! BE PROFESSIONAL!” rang like alarm bells in my head. but seeing as i’d been caught there was no real way to deny it now.

“I am so sorry, i promise i don’t usually stare i’ve just never seen someone enjoy my food as much as you seem to.” i said slightly shakily, a little worried that i had offended him with my staring.

he rose a brow with a smirk, putting his chopsticks in his bowl and stretching up his arms behind his head, his mouth curling up into a content smile from the stretch.

“no need to apologize i know my presence can be star stuckening.. or is star strikening… star striking? whatever it is you like what you see.” he teased, earning a slightly less friendly smile from me but a smile nonetheless.

“i must admit you are very interesting, Itto, what are you if that’s okay to ask? i don’t mean to offend.”

“Oh!” he seemed surprised if even asked such a question. “well i’m an oni! arataki numero uno itto, the one and oni of course. i’m a red oni to be specific.”

“an oni? a full blooded oni? that’s incredible! excuse my ignorance but i thought that oni’s had.. y’know.. died out a while ago. i’ve never met or heard of one before.” i placed down my tray, walking closer to the counter to be more in tune with their conversation.

he seemed taken aback by my approach, leaning back from the counter as a result as he shrugged.

“nah! sure i mean there definitely aren’t as many but it’s not like there aren’t ANY left, i mean you’re looking at one!” he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “i was raised by my granny so i learned a lot about humans growing up, it’s why im such a hot shot with—“

suddenly, heavy, metal rattling footsteps could be heard from atop the wall that had the main roadway on the top, the Hatamoto guards making their rounds. they’d come every other hour or so, depending on the day. just walking around looking at different people who they found in the streets of the city.

but when the same man who had been busy bragging about his awe installing reputation practically leaped over my counter onto my side, grab my face with both hands with one over my mouth and the other at the back of my head, pull me down behind the counter with my back to his chest and sitting between his legs, i couldn’t tell if this would be my death bed or my next bleaching area.

my gasp was muffled by the sudden large hand over my mouth, smelling of dirt and slightly too fragranced soap which i assumed was used to try and get rid of the dirt smell. didn’t work well.

he held me close to him, his head facing the top of the counter as if he was listening for something. although, i couldnt really process what he could be listening for because i could barely process the fact a man i knew nothing of was currently holding me down and covering my mouth.

was it the guards? was he trying to avoid them? was he a fugitive? did he commit some heinous crime that they were going to throw him in prison for? would i be considered his accomllice simply for giving him the meal he paid for and having him hiding in my shop?

so many thoughts ran through my head until the sound of his soft laughter filled my ears, turning my head the little i could to look up at him and find his head hung, his nose practically in my hair as he laughed. my chest heaved with every breath, adrenaline slowly subsiding as it turned into confused anger. why was he touching me like this?!

i almost bit his hand before he removed it himself with a small gasp.

"oh gosh, i am so so sorry, i should've said something before i dragged you down," he said, his hands behind him at his sides as he looke down at me.

I turned my upper body to look up at him, realizing just how large he was, even if he was sitting down. then again, he seemed bigger close up with me sitting between his legs.

"you.. why did you.. GUARDS--"

"Hey! shhh!!" he slapped another hand to my mouth and held a finger to his lips, a slightly pleading look in his eye as he once again checked above him, his ears seeming to droop a bit when the heavy footsteps got louder, approaching the shop.

"please please i promise ill explain if you just tell them in not here," he quietly pleaded, his hand slowly coming off my mouth. "i swear on my oni blood that i will just please.. dont tell them im here." he repeated, clasping his hands together. his eyes became fuller, as if a cat's.

ugh.. i hate that it worked.

i stood up on my feet, finding two guards walking down my walkway up to my shop. itto sat by my legs, looking up at me as i talked to the guards. i could feel him lean against my leg, his cheek pressing against my thigh as his hand placed itself on the ground between my legs.

the conversation was short, the guards saying they heard a voice down here and came to investigate, and proceeding to ask if i had seen an oni that fit the description of itto a bit too well. with a knot in my throat i shook my head to tell them i hadnt. i couldnt remember the last time i had lied, not to a friend, not to a professor, not even my own parents. so lying to the authorities made my stomach churn and i could only pray that the guards wouldnt take notice of my nervous demeanor.

they didn't, and with a simply thank you and one taking a menu for what i assumed to be futher notice, walked away, so did the rest of the guards down the road until their steps became faint and then nonexistent.

i exhaled as heavy as a marathon running danuki. a hand over my chest as i felt the weight on my thigh remove itself and said weight stand to his full height.

"haha! phew that was a close one, i really owe you one i cant thank you eno... oh." he said, cutting himself off as i looked up at him clearly distraught.

"i suggest you get to explaining. im not above running to go get them back and say i found you squatting in my kitchen by the radishes and carrots."

"no! no! ill tell you, i swear im not a criminal and im not a robber, stealer, kidnapper, murderer or anything! i just might of uh.. set off my collection of onikabuto on the training ground of the Hatamoto guards and uh.. may have caused a bit of damage." he let out a sheepish chuckle as if that would entirely explain everything.

"... so youre just trying to get away from accountability." I replied, leaning my weight on the counter with my arms crossed. he released another sigh.

"of course not, well i mean i run from them a lot cuz theres apparently a bunch of different laws the shogun put in place that id never even heard of before until i broke them but the real reason is because that woman that was here a little while ago, shinobu? yeah shes tired of paying my bail so i promised id never get caught again! and well.. im not!"

he flashed that damned grin that i was starting to think he knew the effect of the entire time again, making me groan as i shook my head.

"well if thats your story then i guess.. but this is a one time thing im not gonna put myself or my business in danger because you want to be reckless!" i scolded him, as if i hadnt met him not even two hours ago.

he hung his head in defeat and nodded, accpeting the scolding and effectively dropping the topic.

he found his way back to the other side of the counter, sitting himself down as we continued to chat while i got another customer or two. soon, closing time rolled around and although itto had realized he'd not only the meeting shinobu had tried to remind him to show up to, but as the sun set and i told him i needed to close, he refused to leave until he "used his oni ability to make sure i got home safe! the owner of such a delicious ramen shop needed the utmost protection of course."

i was too entertained to say no.

closing time took a lot less time than it usually did, with itto's help of course. new crates were put safely in storage and any unused ingredients were either trashed or put back into storage. the bowls which did in fact have a few tiny insignificant fractures in them were cleaned. the counters and floors were wiped and swept and every door and lock (that could be anyway) was locked. i noticed the oni stare particularly hard at the rusted lock on the main door, but figured he was simply asking why i even had it still, which i often asked myself at times.

then came the treck home, walking home was a little more pleasant than that of the walk to the shop in the morning. the many monsters and creatures a like found sweet slumber in the blanket of midnight air. the moon illuminating all of what would need to see to walk peacefully.

the walk was silent at first, only the mismatched footsteps of us both as he struggled to keep at pace with me. his stride allowed him much more room to walk ahead, along with his obvious leg muscle which i could only imagine meant how far and fast he could run when it counted.

i started to notice how he'd always end up a few steps ahead of behind him, his tongue sticking out from his tightly pressed lips as he stared at my shoes, seemingly trying to match my speed and stride, although that was obviously a bit uncomfortable for him as he could barely pull his shoes apart from hitting one another in every step.

"what are you doing?" i asked with a soft laugh, admiring his focus.

"trying to walk with you." he replied matter of factly, still keeping his eyes on my shoes.

"but youre already walking with me."

"i mean walk in sync! like everytime your foot steps down so does mine. here," he put out an arm in front of me, stopping me from walking as i looked down at it in front of me, then running my eyes up to his shoulder. were the veins always there? i surely couldnt have missed them if they were.

"just wait a second, here," he removed his arm and held onto my shoulder, pulling me closer as he tapped my left thigh, telling me to take a step, to which he did the same.

he then tapped my right thigh and so on, sending me into a laughing fit from how articulated he was being compared to what he seemed to have been doing just a few hours ago.

"hey dont laugh! walking in sync is fun once you get the hang of it!" he chuckled, his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face as he shook his head.

another 20 minutes of laughing and joking about whatever came up, it almost saddened me as we reached my front door step.

"thank you for walking me home, itto, and for helping me close up the shop." i finally said, accepting the day was over, and i couldnt wait to get in the shower and wash the day's efforts off my skin.

itto smiled and took a step back, bowing with a smirk and a hand at his stomach. "my pleasure, m'lady! it was definitly worth the fright of having a mouse scatter across my foot."

i shrieked, jumping as i looked along the ground, itto letting out belting laughs as he held his stomach. i tossed a pebble at his horn and rolled my eyes, turning to my house. "good night, arataki itto." i smiled, waving as he stood up with a cheerful wave.

"good night!" he called, and with a small pep in his step, got a full ten steps from my door before he fell to his knees, only imagining how upset shinobu could be when he went back for missing the meeting. hopefully it wasnt anything toooo important.

#fanfic #fanfiction #arataki itto #arataki gang #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin oc #genshin impact itto #genshin itto #itto x reader #itto #genshin fanfic #story #read more

19 notes · View notes