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arminsumi · 9 months

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ BOOKSTORE BOY

Armin x fem!reader

Chapter index / Chapter Ⅴ

Overview; you and Armin slowly grew closer, kissing in the aisles and inviting him over to your apartment. Just the two of you.

Content; fluff

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Sharing that kiss with you put a smile on Armin's face for the rest of the month. Every day as he scurried around the bookstore, ringing up customer's purchases and shelving away books, he traced his fingertips over his lips and thought of you.

When you and him stole upstairs to the cafe for your book dates, he looked at you with a brighter light in his eyes. Slowly he became less socially awkward around you, and he even stopped having stuttering spells.

He was really warming up to you. He was becoming a friend. A good friend. Well, actually, more than a friend; that was evident when you and him secretly kissed in the secluded poetry aisle.

A pattern formed.

You'd stride into the bookstore, greet him at the cashier and ask "Are there any new arrivals?" and that was his queue to take you to the classics section so that he could show you the books he had recently shelved. Both of your feet would slowly wander to other aisles as you let an enrapturing conversation engulf you, the books lost your attention and blended with the environment.

Then your words trailed off, and he'd give longing glances to your lips a few times.

Armin seemed to adore pecking your lips while cupping your cheeks. Sometimes his hands slid to the back of your head and nestled in your hair. And he always pulled you closer, closer, until you were chest-to-chest in the back of the bookstore.

"Oh my god, it's half-past already?" Armin said, "I've gotta get back to work..." he said, reluctantly prying his hands from your sweet cheeks.

"M'kay, I'll be browsing. You're getting off early today, it's Friday right?" you asked.

Armin nodded, "Yeah."

"Wanna come over?" you asked.

Armin blinked, "Huh? What?" he seemed either taken aback or confused, you couldn't judge which.

"I mean, come over to my place. I've already been to your house a few times, y'know. Have you ever been in the newer city apartments?"

"No, not really. My friend Eren used to live in one on Ochre street, but he moved with his girlfriend to those apartments that line the riverbank. Y'know, the fancy ones?"

You scrunched your nose. "I hate that area, it's full of snobbish people."

Armin chuckled. "Really?"

"Anyways, so do you want to come?" you asked.

He nodded excitedly. "I'd love to, I mean, if it doesn't feel like an intrusion to you."

"Oh, Armin, why would it feel like an intrusion? Besides, I'm the one who invited you." you said laughingly.

"Right..." he blushed a bit, and pulled his shoulders together.

You swore that he spun on his heel like a ballerina when he left to continue working. Well, 'working'. It was a slow day and the most of his work was fixing broken shelves and organizing the children's book section.

"Let's go, loverboy." you said, greeting Armin outside after he finally got off work.

"Loverboy?" he blushed. "I like that."

The two of you began to walk quickly down the blocks to beat the coming thunderstorm.

"I think, actually, dreamboy would be better suited for you, since you've got that olden-day dreaminess about you. Y'know, like those men in those movies from the fifties." you said.

"I'd have to disagree." Armin chuckled. "And, anyways, I don't like movies from the fifties, if I'm being honest. The actors feel disingenuous."

"Really! I love 'em. They're so comforting to watch on rainy days." you said.

A moment later, the clouds let out a drizzling rain. You and Armin laughed down the street, ignorant of the world around you, completely in your own love bubble. Any passer-by could see that he was in love with you.

The drizzling rain turned to a complete downpour, so you and Armin rushed to your apartment.

You were giggling about something, probably about the fact you two were completely soaked. No, drenched. Your socks even got wet, completely soaked through. Your top was clinging to you, Armin's sweater felt the weight of the water.

When you fumbled with the key and your apartment door, Armin leaned against the wall to support his body; he was losing it laughing.

"I promise, this is my home, and this usually doesn't happen." you said, trying again. You kicked the bottom of the door, and then it unlocked.

"Worked like magic." Armin commented.

"I'm adaptive, aren't I?" you beamed, opening the door and motioning him inside.

"Very." he nodded, following you inside like a wet puppy.

You sighed the sigh you always do when you return to the comforts of your home. Armin looked curiously at your furnishings, admiring how your décor reflected your aura.

After dropping your keys onto the entryway's end-table, you squeezed the wetness out of your hair.

"God, it's cold." you commented, and then said something that made Armin blush until his cheeks were searing hot. "D'you wanna shower?"

"What? I – oh, you mean to get warm?" he stuttered, "Sure."

"What else would I have meant?" you teased.

He gulped and shrugged innocently.

Armin showered first, and he did so very briefly. He emerged warm, feeling fluffy, and when you went to shower yourself and freshen up alone, he tamely explored your apartment.

He peeked into your bedroom, and when he glanced at your bed, his mind raced with many thoughts. But he stopped himself, like someone quickly stops the flow of water out of a bottle with a cork.

The door to your study was wide open, so he went in, and his eyes went big. He felt like he was in his grandfather's library; it was wall-to-wall books. They were even piling up on the floor due to lack of shelf space.

His attentive gaze lingered on the book laid on your desk. It was a novel that he'd recommended to you; it seemed you were halfway through it already. That made him feel good, and he smiled to himself while browsing your library.

"You like it?" your voice suddenly sounded at the door. He jumped and turned to face you.

"Yeah, it reminds me of my grandfather's library... I feel like a little kid again." he said. His eyes swept the room admiringly, then he nodded to the book on your desk. "Are you enjoying it so far?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "It's kinda terrifying, but I love it."

"Sorry, I should have warned you. Lovecraft writes quite horrifying stuff." he chuckled.

"Have you read (...) yet?" you asked eagerly.

Armin blushed. "Oh... well, yes I finished it but I forgot to tell you."

You looked at him, impressed.

"You read all that in three days?"

"Actually, two."

"Good grief, Armin, you're a book eater."

He sighed amusedly at you, "I got nothing on my grandfather. He's the real speed-reader." he said.

You plucked a book from the shelf and opened it. When you playfully hid behind it, he laughed and asked what on earth you were doing.

"I'm hiding. You'll never find me within these two-hundred pages." you joked.

Armin came closer to you and lowered the book. "Found you." he said, his tone lower and almost sensual. "Not a very good hiding place. I recommend hiding in Crime and Punishment next time. It's five-hundred pages."

Your eyes met his. Because he had lowered his voice into a near-murmur, so did you. "D'you want to – um..." you trailed off.

Armin felt his heart beat faster. "Hm?"

You changed what you were about to say at the last minute, and the both of you knew it. "D'you want to have some coffee?" you asked.

His eyes stared through to your soul. He looked so pretty right then.

"Of course. I'd love some coffee" he said.

While brewing a strong coffee for Armin, he sat at the kitchen counter writing.

You weren't sure if it was a letter or a poem, but whichever, he seemed to be putting a lot of thought into it.

"Sugar?" You asked.

Armin looked up in surprise because for a split second he thought you were calling him sugar. "Oh, yes please, two."

"Two? Wow, you're a pretty sweet boy." You flirted with him. He chuckled and lowered his gaze.

A long silence passed wherein you languidly stirred two sugars into his coffee, and he scratched his quill pen on the paper. He stopped and looked contemplatively at what he had written. He seemed dissatisfied.

"What's the matter?" You asked.

Armin frowned. "I just haven't written poetry in a while. It's so stale..." he said self-consciously.

"Doesn't it just have to rhyme and then it's good? I don't know. I've never read poetry, except for that book you recommended." you shrugged.

"Well, there's a bit more to it than rhyming..." he said, then looked hard at his work. "This is bad." he said decidedly.

"Let me read it." You said, "I'll be the judge."

Armin smiled a little and handed the paper to you. He pulled his cup of coffee closer to him and sipped it while you read. He felt this growing nervousness as you read; what were you thinking? You seemed captivated by what he wrote, but Armin couldn't tell if it was positively or negatively.

"Armin," you began, "this is really good. Like, really good."

Armin clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"I mean it! Armin, you write like a real olden day poet. It's beautiful. You should be proud, not just anyone can do that."

He gave you a bashful smile. "Well, if you're saying that, I'll believe it I guess."

"Can I keep this?" You ask, clutching his letter to your chest. His heart swooned at that.

"Yeah, of course. But... I'll write you many more poems in the future, anyways." He smiled.

The two of you looked at each other for a long while, as if entranced. There were questions Armin wanted to ask; about you, about your life, about your past. Did you once love someone? Is it all new to you like it is to him? Would you be amused if he told you that you're his first love?

"Y/n," he said your name thoughtfully, "have you ever had a lover before?"

You tilted your head at him and didn't answer immediately, because you were half wondering why he would ask that.

"I have, but just two. The first broke my heart terribly, I was in pieces for years, and the second... well, that was hardly a lover at all. There was no connection between us." you said honestly. Armin listened attentively. Part of him felt childishly jealous that you'd already experienced love before him. "What about you?" you asked him, "have you ever had a lover before?"

Armin looked at you with those big blue eyes. He always had that adoring puppy-like look around you.

He seemed frozen in place for a while, but finally answered. "No, I haven't. You're my – uh..." he trailed off shyly.

"Really?" you replied in surprise. "I'm your first?"

"Yeah." he made a small smile. "You're my first."

"It's an honor." you smiled.

Armin fixed his eyes on his coffee, which had gone cold and he had only taken one sip, because when he talks with you he becomes so absorbed that he forgets about everything else in the world.

"I really like you." he said. "Sorry if I come off as childish or clingy sometimes, it's just... I've never had this before. Developing this relationship with you feels like... it feels like starting your favorite book, before knowing it's going to be your favorite book."

You looked at him in adoring silence. "So poetic." you mused.

He had an embarrassed smile, one so cute that you felt compelled to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He wasn't prepared for that at all, so he receded into a shyness that reminded you of how he used to be in the beginning.

"Wanna read with me on the bed? It's cold out here." you offered.

Armin felt his cheeks heat up a little. "Sure."

So you did read, sitting side by side together on your bed, which was tucked into the corner next to the window. The rain was consistently battering the pane, so after your insisted, Armin agreed to stay overnight at your place.

You were fully engulfed by your book's plot, but Armin was only pretending to read; he was too excited, too in a daze of love to actually pay attention to the words on the page.

Instead of being interested in what the character in his book was doing, he was interested in what you were doing.

Although your book had your attention, your eyes became sore with tiredness. So you closed them, thinking that you'll rest just for five seconds and then magically feel rejuvenated.

But actually you fell right asleep.

"Y/n?" Armin called your name softly.

Your head fell to rest on his shoulder, and he had no idea what to do about that. His heart was racing.

"Y/n?" he called your name again, almost in a whisper, while looking at you.

You mumbled sleepily in response. With careful movements, Armin pulled up the blanket that laid across yours and his feet, and draped it over you.

"Sleep well, my sweet love." he said, and confidently kissed the top of your forehead.

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grievedeeply · 1 year

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the less time, the better. pt 4.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: heimdall takes some time to attempt to unpack his feelings. feeling guilty for leaving without saying goodbye, you decide you want to visit your family back at home to explain your choice to go to asgard.

notes: sorry for no heimdall x reader interactions this time buuuut we get atreus. next chapter will prob be similar to this, but i need to keep them apart for a bit so heimdall can think LOL. also, this one is shorter than the other chapters but i don't really care i just wanted to write. this is a bit of a filler anyways LOL

it had taken a bit of consideration, but you had decided to return home to your family. not seeing your brother had an effect on you, and you began to worry about them. you knew they would be worrying about you. you left without a word. you could only wonder how mad your father would be with you, but that was something you would have to deal with when you got there.

you pushed the door open to odin's study, holding your hands together in front of you. you felt almost.. anxious to ask to go home. it wasn't like you were leaving anything important behind in asgard. you brushed the nervousness aside, greeting odin with a thin lipped smile.

"ah. just the person i wanted to see," he said without even looking up from his desk. "we have big things to do. much to accomplish. you still need to make your trip to niflheim, remember?" he finally glanced up at you as he spoke, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "you're not here for that, are you?" he chuckled, standing up from his seat. he moved around the table to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your shoulders. if you didn't know better, you would think he cared about you.

your thoughts moved to his sons. thor, a man torn apart by his father's judgement of him, who only used him for his strength and power. baldur, who died in part because of him. heimdall.. you didn't even know where to start when it came to him. it felt like there was more underneath his glamorous outer shell, but you didn't need to figure that out anytime soon.

"no," you shook your head, "i'd like to go home. visit my family." you told him, and all he did was hum. "you're free to do so. though.. i do need that," he pointed to the mask that hung from your belt with his finger, "back before you go." you took it off, handing it over to him with no hesitation.

"huginn will be waiting for you at your home in midgard when you decide to return." he told you, ravens beginning to swirl around you as they had done so many times in the past. "oh.. and tell mimir i said hello." you said nothing back, and you appeared in your childhood home.

if you focused hard enough, you swore you could feel your mother's presence again.

you closed your eyes, taking in the cool air once more. you turned your attention to huginn, who only cawed at you. "you might he waiting a while." you muttered, the door creaking as you pushed it open. you trudged through the snow, making your way to the mystic gateway that sat in your front yard.

you looked forwards, only being met with a gaping chasm in the ground. it only made you think of baldur, and of odin. you hated that. you remembered fighting him all those years ago.. how desperate he was to feel. how much he hated freya. you remembered it all, and sometimes you wished you didn't.

you opened the door, and stepped onto the branches of the world tree. it had been what felt like forever since you'd been through them, and the closer you came to home the tighter your chest felt. you missed them. you could only hope everything went okay in your absence.

another doorway appeared in front of you, and you found yourself in sindri's yard. ratatoskr was nowhere to be found, which wasn't something that surprised you. he was almost always busy, but you couldn't help but to wonder if he kept his word.

you took in a breath, pushing open the door to sindri's house after a moment of brief hesitation.

"kid?" brok's voice called out, and he took a few quick steps towards you. "you're back!" his volume increased as he spoke, "you are back.. ain't ya?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at you suspiciously. nice to know some things never change. you laughed, "i'm back."

"good. other kid's been worried sick. your dad, too." he told you, and you pursed your lips. this was exactly what you didn't want, but you knew it would happen. "where are they?" he shrugged his shoulders, "how am i supposed to fuckin' know?" he retorted. you rolled your eyes.

"nice to have you back." he spoke again after a pause, and you smiled down at him. "thanks, brok." you turned your attention away from him and to atreus' room. that's where he would be if he weren't out with your father.

you knocked, letting out a shaky breath. "what?" his voice called back from the other side of the door, and you frowned at the sound of it. you let him down, didn't you? you pushed open the door, and he stood up at the speed of light, holding his hands out to try to close it again. he froze, his mouth falling open at the sight of you.

he took another step, his arms wrapping around your waist without saying a word. you practically melted into his touch. your little brother's hugs were always the best. you rubbed his back, bending down a little to be closer to his height. not like you need to, anymore. he was getting taller every day, it seemed like.

"you went to asgard, didn't you?" he asked, his voice quieter than he'd ever been before. you nodded, "yeah. i did."

"why?"

"you know why, atreus." you whispered with pursed lips. he knew. he just didn't like that you left him. you knew that, too. he was still just a kid. you forgot that, sometimes.

"you should've taken me with you." he muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear. "oh, atreus," you pulled away from the hug, trying to look into his eyes. you sat his hands on his shoulders. he avoided even looking at you. "i missed you too." you told him.

"you aren't staying." he said, and you bit at the inside of your cheek. "no. i'm not. i need to go back. i'm getting close. i can feel it." you assured him, squeezing his shoulders. "stop." he whispered.

"what?"

"stay."

"you know i can't. i need to do this."

"you don't need to do anything alone!" atreus raised his voice, and you sighed. you closed your eyes. "i know. and i would've loved for you to come with me, atreus. you're my best friend. my partner in crime," you chuckled, "but i couldn't risk you getting hurt. me going was enough on father, don't you think?"

atreus swallowed. he was growing into a brave man.. and you couldn't be prouder. "how was it?" he asked after a moment of silence, and you managed to smile. he would understand why you went on your own fully some day, but this was enough for you for now.

"it was.. interesting. i thought about you a lot, you know." you chuckled, tussling his hair with one of your hands. "stop." atreus laughed, leading you back out of his room and into the main area of the house.

"met thor's daughter, thrúd. you'd like her." you told him, pulling out a chair at the wooden table in the middle of the room to sit down in. "thor's daughter?" he raised an eyebrow, "i'd like her?" he shook his head. "she's aesir."

"she's a good kid. you'd like her. trust me." you shrugged your shoulders, taking in the feeling of being home again. "where's father?"

"vanaheim. he should be back, soon." he told you. "why aren't you with him?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "he's with freya. they're helping her brother with.. something. i don't know what."

you fell into silence, leaning back against the uncomfortable texture of the wood you sat in. "freya?" you raised an eyebrow, last you knew she was wanting to kill him. "yeah." was all he said in response. you said nothing else about it.

"how's he holding up?" you asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"he's definitely not happy. but.. i guess he's okay."

somehow, you knew atreus was telling the truth. your father would understand why you left, even if it made him angry at first. he had to have calmed down a bit by now, and it would be easier to face him whenever he came back. unless you left before he arrived.

"i'll stay. until he gets back. i need to talk to him."

"your funeral." atreus shrugged, throwing a fruit into his mouth that had sat in a bowl on the table.

you had a lot of catching up to do.

you'd let yourself forget about asgard. just for a little while.

it was quiet without you around.

he should be happy about that, shouldn't he? happy that a giant was out of his home, even if it would be for a short amount of time. though, a part of him felt.. different about your absence.

it had already been a few days since you'd left, but he found himself expecting you to be in the mess hall or training— but you were never there. he should be happy about it.

it was too quiet.

it's not like you were loud physically, but your presence was. people knew you were there, and they spoke often about you, even after you'd left. he would hear people speaking of the giant odin brought into asgard, and every time he heard their words, he thought of how you embarrassed him.

you beat him. he remained at a loss. no one else had ever harmed him before. he still didn't know how to react to it. he was curious, but it seemed like you didn't even know how you'd hit him.

'i don't know. just did.' you said to him, weeks ago at this point. you had been in asgard for that long already? it didn't feel like it, at least not to him.

what was that pounding in his chest? it only occurred whenever he thought of you. your stupid.. beautiful.. face, plaguing his mind. he couldn't think of a giant in that way. he couldn't think of you that way. he knew who your father was, and he knew full well what he and the rest of your dastardly family had done over the years. killing thor's sons.. baldur. he had to force himself to remember them.

he didn't care about them too much, anyways. though.. he remembered magni and modi in their younger years. they'd loved him. he remembered them wanting him to fight him, and they would be impressed every time he dodged their child-like swings. they were tiny, then. now, they were gone.

baldur was nothing special, not in his eyes. he thought of forseti— his son. he remembered how he reacted when he found out.

.. you didn't kill them. your father did.

that wasn't you.

he took in a sharp breath, running his hands through his unbraided hair. what was he doing? thinking of you in this way was.. wrong. it was.

'you falling for me, pretty boy?'

your voice.. your tone, sultry and seductive, rang through his ears. he felt your hips in his hands.. he felt you.

what was wrong with him?

was he falling for you?

he let out a breath, tugging at the ends of his hair as he did all those weeks ago when you'd embarrassed him in the courtyard of the great lodge.

he pictured you.

your smile, your eyes.

his heart rate picked up.

this couldn't be happening.

he thought of you again. your kindness, even towards him, when he'd treated you horribly. he thought of your teasing, your voice whispering in his ears as he sat with you in the mess hall.

there was something wrong with him.

you were a giant.

he clenched his jaw.

a part of him wanted to never see you again.

the other.. the other wanted you all to himself.

he gave in to the latter.

he had feelings for you, as unnatural as they were. you were impressive, brave, strong, intelligent, capable.

as much as he thought he hated it— hated you— for making his chest feel the way it did..

his heart pounded against his ribcage.. and this time, he didn't mind.

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natriae · 1 year

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chapter 6

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It's been a week and you still haven't messaged Ushijima. What would you say anyway; 'sorry for ditching you. That was your son btw<3'. Deciding not to worry about that you moved on with your day.

Today you were getting ready to go meet Sakusa at a small restaurant that just opened in Tokyo. It had Miya in the name. Not a good sign. But he swore it was good, and it was the man's first branch of the restaurant. What you didn't realize though was that Sakusa lived in Osaka and took a 3 hour bullet train to meet you just for lunch. He definitely thinks this is a date…You weren't looking for a relationship right now. You were content with your life. Just you and Isa… and maybe a cat in the near future. You left the apartment and began walking the busy streets to Onigiri Miya.

Walking into the restaurant you immediately scolded him for not telling you till after he was already on the train about how far he lived. He laughed and said, "did you think Tokyo had two volleyball teams," his smirk seemed a bit condescending, but when you looked away embarrassed he returned to his resting face. "Okay but seriously I'm here to see my cousin. He's here for a bit so I thought I'd visit him," His usual cold demeanor had a lighter tone to it when talking about his cousin. Cute.

Once the two of you sat down you finally took in the restaurant. It was very cozy and it seems that Sakusa took the only Kotatsu (heated table) in the restaurant. There were cute red and black cushions the two of you sat on and it seemed like there were no real chair spots in the restaurant. It was cozy like the countryside you were used to. It reminds you of home. Reminds you of sitting in Waka's lap after practice to get some hayashi rice- stop thinking about him. You gently hit your head again and Sakusa scrunched his eyebrows looking at you.

"Sorry, habit," you said. Smiling lightly at the man. He was much more handsome when there weren't tears in your eyes. He was pale, and his hair looked quite soft. Much different from Ushijima. Ushijima was always tanned from being outside, either playing volleyball or gardening. He always looked so handsome in the summer when his tan would finally set. He'd really be glowing, but his hair was always cut short so it wasn't that soft. He also washed it everyday because of sweat, ew.

"Do you like Onigiri?" Sakusa asked.

"huh," you said. What's with you daydreaming more about Ushijima, he doesn't mean anything to you anymore.

"I asked if you liked Onigiri," Sakusa said. He leaned a bit closer to you and he had the cutest pout on his face. Yeah you could get used to this.

Leaning in a bit more you finally responded, "of course I do. It's Isamu's favorite food. I'll have to take him here someday," you said looking around the mostly wooden interior.

"has he lived in Tokyo his whole life?" Sakusa's eyebrow lifted up at that question pushing his two perfect moles together.

"Yeah, never gone back to Miyagi, but we like it here," You said, but Sakusa could tell it was like you were trying to convince yourself of the fact. There was something about the way you said it that screamed 'I wish I never had to leave home'.

He looked your face up and down seeing that you got lost in your thoughts again. He turned over to see Osamu making his way over to their table. Perfect timing. You looked up to see an Atsumu look alike. Oh right, their twins. Osamu looks much different. He probably changed the most out of anyone. His arms looked softer in his fitted black shirt, but it was obvious he still was strong. He had a bit of a belly now, but you're glad to see he was eating well. "Is there anything I can get started for ya?" The now black haired Miya asked you.

"I'll take the chef's special," you said.

"good choice because i'm the chef!" You couldn't deny that the Miya twins still had their cute charms. He seems to be genuinely enjoying his job. You remember he always looked depressed during games, and now there was a huge smile gracing his face. "What about ya omi?"

"My usual please," Sakusa said, like he couldn't believe Osamu was even asking him. He must have visited the one in Osaka a lot for him to already know his order. With that Osamu left and returned to the kitchen. You took the time to admire how straightforward Sakusa was, yet he still had manners. Like a better Wakatoshi. You really need to stop comparing everyone to him. Sighing you snuggling into the Kotatsu, and turn towards Sakusa. "What are you thinking about," Sakusa asked.

"nothing-"

" Ushijima? I saw your son talking to him at the game. Don't worry, I think he's to stupid to realize that's his son," Sakusa said, as if he was reading your mind. Nevermind, you don't like the straightforwardness. He had no reason to be in your business right now.

"hey don't talk about him like that," you responded genuinely angry, "but yeah I am. How do you know Isamu is his kid anyway," You asked, as much as you don't want Sakusa in your business you were curious.

"well, i'm not dumb like everyone else," he started but immediately switched up after seeing you agitated face, "after you left Ushijima asked everyone if they knew where you were, i stalked you for a bit, and one of your friend's posted Isa for his 1st birthday and i thought wow that kid's a mini Ushijima, and then I did the math and realized… that was a mini Ushijima. I never told him that I knew where you were," He said finishing his story, but it didn't seem like the whole truth. Trying to comprehend everything just said you couldn't help, but stay stuck on the 'he asked everyone if they knew where you were'.

Trying to muster up the courage you asked, "he was looking for me," don't cry y/n now isn't the time.

"Yeah, but I think he gave up pretty fast," at which Sakusa looked away from you for the first time and he shrugged his shoulders. A part of you found it hard to believe that Ushijima gave up so fast. When he had a goal he would see it though, but then the other half of you said that you could never trust him. You weren't his number one priority. Why would he try so hard?

At this Osamu came out of the kitchen holding two large plates. Definitely more than you ordered.

"Here ya go! Made some extra fer the little one," He quickly left after placing the plates down.

Snapping your head quickly to Sakusa you immediately questioned him, " did you tell him I had a son?" You were pissed. Why would he do that? He's really getting on your last nerve, maybe he isn't as nice as you thought he was.

" I didn't," he responded just as quickly, "maybe you should think about his idiotic brother that talked to your son at the game," You hate that he was right. He scoffed and continued, "not everyone is out to hurt you, y/n,". He was right. Not everyone is, but you have just been so on edge ever since leaving. The more time that passes the worse the consequences will get. You know, but it's too late now. Biting into you Onigiri you couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness. You could cry over the Onigiri. It was perfect. Osamu must be magic because there is no reason for it to be this good. "It's good, right?" He asked, smiling a bit with his mouth full of food. You couldn't help but nod enthusiastically. Way more than good. You cannot wait to bring Isa here.

After the two of you enjoyed your meal you began to walk aimlessly down the street. There were so many shops and restaurants on this side of town. You wish you had more spending cash, so you and Isamu could go on more adventures like this. One's where you could get him more things that he wants, not just the necessities. You feel out of place. You can't afford any of this stuff. In your peripherals you could see Sakusa glancing at you every once in a while. He kept walking closer to you and his hand would brush yours. Eventually his right pinky hooked to the front of your left hand, but before he could move any further you heard someone yell your name. You knew it could be from no other than a fiery redhead. Before you could turn around someone was launching themselves at you back and latched on. A deep voice followed soon after telling the redhead to get off of you.

"y/n!" he shouted again. Completely ignoring Sakusa like he was a fly he just needed to swat away.

"Satori! omg your hair. Where did it go," He giggled at your reaction.

Putting a hand to his buzzed hair he said "ita kinda fell off," a small smirk present on his face.

"I thought you said you buzzed it?" Ushijima asked, clearly not understanding the joke.

Sakusa pushed Satori a bit and said, "hey, i'm still here," Satori had made a face at his intrusion, and Sakusa continued when he saw Ushijima standing there. He bowed and said, "ushijima," his voice got deeper when he said his name.

Ushijima did the same and the two six foot men glared at each other between you and Satori. "oh tennssionnn," Satori said, rolling his eyes and sucking in a breath between his teeth. Pushing Sakusa out of the way much harder than Sakusa did him he walked closer to you and explained how much he missed you. "Miracle boy and I spent years looking for you, why did you leave," Ushijima clearly hadn't told him the full story of your relationship.

"oh, Sakusa told me Ushijima gave up pretty quickly," Oh how wrong you were. You could tell by Ushijima scrunching his nose and the front of his eyebrows pointing down in anger. Satori too side eye'd Sakusa in anger. Grabbing your left shoulder, Satori lightly led you to start walking with him. "You know men, and all their lying, can't ever get a full story from them, huh. That's why I'm here. I knew there was a reason I needed to return from Paris," Satori said, looking off into the sky. Like he was much wiser than he actually was.

"you moved to Pari-" before you could finish, Satori shushed you and looked back up at the sky.

" Ushijima and I trekked a long way, metaphorically of course, after you left Ushijima spent every waking day morning you. He'd sleep at your parents house, and at one point he got on his knees to beg them to tell him where you were," Satori continued his dramatic story. If you were alone you wouldn't be able to tell if he was serious or if it was for effects, but you can see Ushijima watching the ground embarrassed and Sakusa rolling his eyes waiting for any moment to jump in. "Eventually I forced him to continue practicing to get his mind off things, and if he ran into you. You guys were destined…Now we must go. I've said too much" He grabbed Ushijima's forearm and dragged him away waving aggressively at the two of you. Sakusa's hands were now in his pockets, and he looked ready to cuss out Satori at any moment. Looking back in front of you you pulled out your phone to check the time and see if you had any messages. Not mentally prepared to indulge in all the information you were just given.

"you kno-" Sakusa had started.

"shit I need to pick up Isamu," You said, eyes widened at how little time you still have until his school ends. "bye Sakusa," you said while running the other direction.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

thoughts? ALSL TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY IM ON A ROLL (i actually wanna get to the fluff so badly)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu angst #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #ushijima headcanons #ushijima imagine #ushijima fluff #ushijima fic #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi fluff #ushijima angst #another chance

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cpunkhobie · 1 year

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same anon who sent the ask sending you beams and i just clicked back on your blog and saw that other ask.... yikes! so to change the topic, do you have any fun lil plot ideas for gmnt that you havent had the chance to share? or any details you want to elaborate on? i cant remember if youve mentioned anything about the shredder aspect of things yet or not so if youve got any ideas im listening! :]

OMFG THE WAY I JUMPED /POS OK SO .

1st off, with Casey Junior and Cassandra I have had SO many thoughts about them and their family. their designs and basic storyyy:

Junior and Casey are cousins in this AU but they were both raised by the foot clan - aka uncle Louie and uncle Brutus to Junior, and Dad and Pops to Casey respectively. Junior is a trans dude and because their parents thought it'd be funny when they were born they named them both "Cassandra." When Junior transitioned Cass let him keep the name Casey under ONE condition, that she would remain the one true Casey and that he had to go by "Junior" anytime she was around. Of course they're pretty much attached at the hip so everyone just calls him Junior anyway.

The reason they were raised together is because Junior's parents died when he was 6 and Junior went to go live with Casey's family. They're related through Louie (foot lieutenant if you couldn't guess) and are Technically half siblings since Louie's sister was the one who carried Casey but they never related to each other that way. To them they're just cousins who are basically siblings.

Junior's parents never swore loyalty to the foot clan and although he was HEAVILY encouraged by his uncles to join and put more effort into the clan he never really Cared that much. CASEY on the other hand eats sleeps and breathes the foot - at least as much as her parents let her. She needs a hobby. (One kid is too obsessed while the other isn't obsessed enough watcha gonna do.)

In terms of their relationship to the turtles Casey first met Raph b4 he knew that the foot clan was a threat. Raph just thought that her family were huge sneakerheads that also just so happened to be extremely into martial arts and it's history. Finding out Raph was bigender is actually what caused Casey to first start questioning her gender identity and she's now a she/him demigirl lesbian. YES they are in gay love ofc.

Casey' age: 16-18 (same as Raph)

Junior's age: 14-16 (same as Mikey)

And in terms of shredder it's probably just gonna be a copy-paste canon shredder of course with some minor adjustments. The foot clan still run the foot shack as a front (Junior works there) they're still trying to bring back the shredder. But I'd imagine that Casey turned on the foot clan much sooner than she did in the snow due to her relationship with Raph. So in terms of the finale instead of being redeemed at the end of the episode she would be fighting right alongside the hamatos. This is also my wish fulfillment au in which every character who WAS gonna have a nice complete redemption arc DOES have a nice complete redemption arc cause I don't have to worry abt time restraints.

OH YEAH ALSO THIS MINI comic with splinter and junior talking because they both lost their parents rlly young:

This is actually the comic I was talking abt earlier. I wasn't able to finish it when I first started it so each "page" you see is like .... 3 days a part which is why the style is so fucking inconsistent 😭.

Forgot to mention: They are "younger sibling getting taller than you" solidarity. And Casey not being a higher ranking turned into her parents desperately trying not to produce a nepo baby lol

#jonahs lemonade stand #jonah with a pen #gmnt tag #rise tag #rottmnt #rottmnt au #human rottmnt #I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH (said as though I was not the one who created it)#gmnt au #gmnt art

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mccnstruck · 1 year

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HELOOOOO CAN I RQ

Akito x reader, they have a ‘rivaly’ bind, and one day they have staring contest and a few seconds in, reader gets all flustered and loses instantly causing akito to tease/flirt with them, they uh they start dating idk 😭

yes, yes or...yes !!

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags: fluff, not proofread, ooc?,

a/n: HIII OFC U CAN REQUEST SO LONG AS MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN <33 this ask is so cute i want to eat this ask in affection BUT ENJOY !!!

when people hear “hey, i bet i got a higher score than you!” or “i know damn well you can’t beat me in today’s practice!”, they can only sigh in exasperation as the daily claims of superiority take over the school. any new students look confused, as the rest of the students continue with their day.

you and akito were not only passionate in everything you both did, but you were competitive. with a dedication to win and come out as #1, everyday was a challenge for both of you to not only prove to each other of your strengths, but to prove to yourself that you were dedicated to everything you did. with akito’s grades improving and your motivation increasing, you were excited to see him everyday…

…but sometimes you were pretty annoyed the days he had nothing better to do.

you both were waiting for the teacher to start the lesson, but become confused when he turns back to face you and grins.

“i bet i can beat you in a staring contest.”

you deadpan him and scoff. “this is what you call a competition? pfft, you’re funny.”

“are you backing out? oh wow,” stretching the “w” in his speech, “never knew you were such a quitter, [name].”

"fine then! let's see."

you turn to face akito, and he does the same, green eyes focused on you.

"alright. on the count of three."

(a/n: i usually win at staring contests because i zone out and then i win heheheh)

3. ..

2 ..

you both open your eyes and immediately felt the pressure behind your eyelids. you could barely concentrate on trying to keep your eyelids compared to the strain bringing them down. not to mention the fact that akito kept on bringing his face closer.

wait, what?!

when you find akito's eyes taking in all your facial features, you widen your eyes in embarrassment and your face suddenly felt hot. you swore you saw a little bit of blush on akito's face, but you accidentally blinked, and your eyes looks astray from him. from the corner of your eye, you see him lean back in his chair and grin.

"told ya i'd win."

"hello?? no?? you kept on leaning towards me, what do you mean??"

he snickers at your outburst. "the way you turned red too... you should've seen yourself."

you turn towards the window again. "turn around. class is about to start anyways."

his places his elbow on your desk and his head held up by his arm. his eyes soften looking at you, and his lips gently part, ready to say something when...

"sorry for starting class late, we're going to start reviewing for this week's test. please take out the packet we started yesterday."

akito sighs, and slowly takes one last glance at you. you signal him to turn forward and pay attention, and he finally does.

the class carries on with pencils scribbling in answers and algorithms, and akito sighs at the board. that was until he got an idea. a very corny idea, and possibly could have a risk of embarrassment if he got caught. but who said he wasn't up for a challenge?

he quickly pretended to write down his notes (?), but then took a sticky note out.

behind him, you furrow your eyebrows.

you mean, you knew akito was improving with his grades, but he hasn't wrote down anything until now....

you side eye him, but eventually go back to focusing on the lesson. until a sticky note, suspiciously the same color note akito had, lands on your desk. when you look up at akito, his back is towards you and he looks at the board like nothing happened.

you slowly open the note to read:

"me n you on a date, that one cafe you were talking about, @ saturday 11 : 00

□ yes □ yes or □ yes"

your smile widens instinctively. you try to cover your mouth, but your mind feels like it exploded from emotions. you look up to akito, but he pays no mind to you.

you look at the clock, and you realized how akito screwed with your mind while barely doing anything.

you win this time, akito.

unknowing to you, akito's face reddens a little bit, and he grins.

i definitely won their heart.

(when you two come back the following week, people passing you two were shocked to see that, instead of the usual bickering, they found your head on his shoulder and gentle laughter shared between the once rivals, now lovers.)

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

#akito x reader #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #shinonome akito x reader #project sekai x reader #[ the lost library ]#pjsekai x reader #akito x gn reader

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qawcamiz · 1 year

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Can i request for Heizou fluff? Thank you!

Same Interest — Shikanoin Heizou

synopsis ; you finally made a conversation with the person you admire most. you’re timid, but you maintain informing yourself that this is usual. it would be odd if you never got to talk to them likewise after all these years. the words that you've ever been unnerved to let out were, “I like you.”

notes ; sorry took me long to finish this, i was busy... Anyways I'm back!

I got c5 heizou today LMAO I felt really happy 👺👺👺

turning the page, looking up from your book. the soft sound of pages being turned fills the room, and the smell of books filling your nose.

You took in a deep breath and let out a sigh as you leaned back on the chair. you were exhausted for sure, but there wasn’t anything that could bring you to leave just yet.

you looked around the library; your eyes stopped at the bookcase sitting near you. you picked it up and started leafing through it. the pages had turned so far by then that they didn’t matter anymore so you put the book down and began reading again.

you sat like that for about an hour before someone else entered the library. you hadn’t even noticed them, too lost the novel you were reading.

you heard them clear their throat before speaking up “Night of the living dummy written by R.L Stine?" they sounded amused.

you jumped when you realized the person talking to you was standing right next to you. turning your head towards them you felt heat rush into your cheeks at the sight of who it was.

"Heizou?! Uh— y-yeah... it's written well...!" you muttered sheepishly.

he grinned before walking over to sit next to you. pulling out his book he asked, “You won't mind if I sit here, would you?" you smiled and shook your head “Not at all!”

He nodded and pulled out his book, setting it open in front of him, he grabbed his laptop laying next to him and got to work.

after a few minutes of silence between the two of you, he spoke up “You know it’s nice to find someone interested in his works, like me." He said with a small grin.

your cheeks flushed pink, he was always nice to talk to. you nodded slowly while looking up and watching the clouds pass by above your head.

you couldn’t help yourself from grinning softly at the thought of him being keen about this. He was usually really solemn and concentrated, but when you talked to him he would crack a smile or laugh, something different every time. he didn’t talk much about himself though, preferring to keep silent when he did.

You turned your gaze back to Heizou as he continued to write his work,

You thought highly of Heizou’s style, it was simple but very explicit. he used only the best materials and made them look natural. he wrote each word meticulously in the margin as though attempting to make sure they stuck to the page, making sure to indicate what he meant when he wrote it. the writing was also stunning.

You proceeded with watching him write until finally, a question popped into your head. “Hey... Why does it not have a title?” You questioned timidly.

Heizou glanced up from his computer, seeming slightly irked that someone interrupted him while writing. "S-Sorry, you can continue writing..." you rubbed your neck, and he stared into your eyes blankly for a moment.

Then he glanced away quickly, seemingly embarrassed. he furrowed his eyebrows in thought before answering, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth, "I just got an idea for its title... I think I'd name it... 'That fetching eyes'... What do you think?" he explained. You raised an eyebrow as you looked back at him “That... Fetching eyes?” you echoed.

He looked at you once more, and you swore you saw a hint of red dusting his face. “Well... I thought it might be amusing... It's a bit corny isn't it...? and it doesn't seem like something you'd normally pick. So... I thought it could use some delight.." he murmured before going back to writing.

You felt warmth rise to your face, you were pretty sure he was turning red. "no... I love it!" you chuckled. Heizou smiled slightly and glanced back at you once more. You looked over at him and noticed how his eyes seemed to twinkle like emeralds glittering. His smile was breathtaking.

You wanted to lean and touch his arm, perhaps kiss him. It wasn't frequently that people would notice you staring at people, you tended to stay near the wall and pretend you weren't even paying attention to anyone,

but he caught your eye, and now your heart was thumping against your chest and you were feeling light-headed.

"Fetching eyes huh... It's a good title, don't you agree?" he asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. you nodded and smiled at him, "Yeah, it is, How did you come up with that title though?" you asked curiously.

The corners of his lips curled up as he gave you another peek and said simply, "Because of you." he gossiped so calmly you almost missed it.

Before you could process his words you found yourself flustered once again, your eyes widening as you tried to say something but nothing came out. he giggled softly, and it sounded so lovely.

The tips of your ears burned red again.

You looked over at him once more and found him still staring at you. you felt your face grow hotter and warmer with every passing second.

He gave an apprehensive cough and went back to concentrating on his laptop, but you figured out he was concealing a smile.

—

A little too tardily you recalled that today was the day you swore to yourself you wouldn't do anything to unsettle yourself in front of him anymore.

This promise seemed to go unfulfilled though because soon you were carrying onto the strap of your backpack tightly and leaning into the wall with a large grin plastered on your face.

There's nothing wrong with admiring Heizou's looks, is there?

You felt silly and worried all at once.

You weren't one to be sheepish, but this was various.

This was Heizou; the boy who was your first friend since middle school; the boy who was adorable enough to knock over your heart. You had grown up learning that no one was ever truly pleased unless they were shrouded by other delighted people. But now you were beginning to wonder if Heizou had found someone acceptable.

Was he even capable of falling in love with anyone? Did someone like him even feel the same way? Were you reading too much into it?

But no, that wasn't valid! You knew you couldn't deny you enjoyed spending moments with him and that you were attracted to him... You just weren't sure if he felt that same way, which was probably why he was avoiding getting nigher.

Your train of thought was unexpectedly wiped out when your friend, Yoimiya, came barreling around the corner with a big grin on her face.

"I have a dare for you, y/n~ !" she practically screeched out at you, causing you to jump a little.

Yoimiya stood in front of you and positioned both hands on her hips before continuing, "I need you to confess to him and tell him how you feel for 5000¥" You felt your cheeks turn pink. Of course, your friend would want you to confess to him.

"What-" you hesitated, closing your eyes and taking a calming breath. When you opened them again, you were able to look Yoimiya in the eyes, "Who would be my victim?" You asked.

She laughed "Don't question me; ask him." she gestured toward the door, her eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes widened, and you spun around to see Heizou walking out of the library with his laptop in hand.

Your jaw fell. Of course. The last thing you wanted was for him to hear that you liked him. You couldn't imagine how uncomfortable things would get between you two if he did.

So you decided to try and fix this situation by telling Heizou that you were ready to confess to him; if he would only give attention to it.

You were planning on confessing your feelings towards him a long ago anyway, so you knew you weren't doing this for the money or to do the dare Yoimiya gave,

You followed Heizou down the hall and walked beside him silently. He sighed lightly “Y/n what are you doing?” he grumbled.

You looked at him quickly and replied “Uh… I’m ready to confess to you?” you offered nervously. Heizou raised an eyebrow at you and looked at you with slight disbelief, but he still didn't say anything.

You gulped. “I mean, I haven't confessed to anyone before, I just…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence, your eyes glued to the ground.

He hummed in response before stopping in his tracks and turning to face you. He looked at you intently for a moment before sighing and running his fingers through his hair.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to pressure you, or anything.” Heizou muttered.

You frowned, what was he talking about? “No I’ve never been more certain in my life” you mumbled looking down at the floor.

“Well then” Heizou took a step forward grabbing your chin and pulling your head up to meet his gaze “You better start thinking about what you wanna say to me, 'cause I’m not gonna wait forever.” He smirked, and he let go of your chin after letting out a small chuckle.

You felt your cheeks warm again. It was strange how much Heizou could affect you, but you couldn't help but find it adorable.

You looked down at your feet before clearing your throat, you looked back up at Heizou and held your hands behind you, balling them into fists as you tried to compose yourself.

“Listen carefully because there will only be a handful of seconds left in this scenario” He teased, raising a brow. You rolled your eyes, “Shut up… I’m sorry I should have known better than to try and figure something like this out alone, I’ll admit it was kinda stupid but…” you trailed off again before continuing.

Heizou stepped closer, placing his hands on your shoulders “Just take deep breaths Y/n, you don't have to rush, this is your chance to finally put some feelings into action!” He grinned. You nodded, trying to make sure you didn't look as nervous as you felt.

“Ok… uh… So…” you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to clear your thoughts. “Haha... I know we've been talking and spending time together recently, but honestly, it's nice having you here with me…. Even if it doesn't last long…” He smiled and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as you continued speaking, “…I'm glad I get to spend those moments with you. You're my friend, and I care deeply about you.” you opened your eyes and glanced up at Heizou, waiting to see his reaction. A smile spread across his face, "I-In short, I uh.. like you.. a lot..."

"please... say something..." You waited anxiously for his answer, watching as the corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly, "And you didn't have to say any of that." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you softly. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and moved to deepen the kiss while pulling away from him. His arms slipped around your waist and hold you securely in place as he pulled away.

His hands lingered on your lower back, brushing over your shirt softly to hold you tight in place.

You were smiling widely, looking up at him as he stared straight into your eyes, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

"Is that a yes?" you asked softly. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, "mhm... a shame you beat me from confessing first." He murmured against your skin, sending shivers through your body.

He pulled away after he was satisfied with the blush adorning your cheeks. You let out a soft laugh, "You beat me too" you mumbled, smiling.

His eyes softened and he ran his thumb under your bottom lip, "you're the reason I'm going to be winning next time" he winked.

You snorted "As if you'd win."

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #shikanoin heizou #heizou headcanons #heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x reader #heizou x you #heizou x gender neutral reader #heizou scenarios #yoimiya #genshin fluff

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thenightfairy2 · 24 days

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So what if Voltron goes to a planet where you can't have any type of metal, so they all have to leave the metal stuff in their lions, then everything just goes down hill from there. It will be called

How do these things always happen!?

The planet they were on didn't allow any type of metal in the towns or City's, for now that was a good thing. Lance didn't have to wear that uncomfortable armor for that rest of the day, he got too wear his normal clothes, minus his jacket because of the metal zipper, Shiro had to lose his arm, Pige lost her glasses, Hunk had to lose his belt thing, but Keith was the most unfortunate his boots had metal zippers, TURNS OUT HE'S AT LEAST 5'5, little liar, hghhem, anyway, he also lost his jacket because of the zipper, meaning Lance won because he only had to take one thing off, TAKE THAT KEITH!

Lance gasped, "YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO US ABOUT YOU'RE HEIGHT THIS ENTIRE TIME!" Lance felt cheated and lied too.

"I wasn't lying about anything you idiot, those were the only shoes I had, did you expected me to walk around in that freezing castle barefoot?" Keith said back in his normal angry manner, shivering slightly.

Then he stomped back into his loin, "did he leave us?" asked Lance, only for Keith to come back out minutes later with a poofy red jacket on, the arms were bunched up at the ends being a little to big for him. He looked so small and adorable it made Lance want to hug him right then and ther-NOPE I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!

They had to walk through something that resembled a metal detector, everyone but Keith got through without a problem, he always had to get aaaall the attention.

"Oh yeah," Keith said as he pulled out his knife, it still didn't work when he walked through though.

"Keith, hair clips," Shiro said, Lance didn't see any hair clips though.

"Right, thanks Shiro," Keith said as he raised his hand to his hair, then started pulling out what seemed to be twenty hair clips, he pulled one more then his hair grew, or it looked like it did, his black hair went slightly past his Knees, it looked poofy and curly and beautiful and Lance wanted to test if it really was, but he'd never tell anyone that.

When Keith turned back to face everyone, all but Shiro looked in shock.

Keith tilted his head in a confusion, his purple eyes seemed to sparkle in the light, which is adorable, SHUT UP BRAIN!

"what is it?" asked Keith.

"HOW?!"-

"WERE DID IT COME FROM!?"-

"Huh?" Is all Lance could muster, still too shocked by the beauty in front of him, OK FINE, MAYBE KEITH IS A LITTLE PRETTY!

"You mean my hair?" Asked Keith, his arms now crossed.

"Ye"-

"WHERE DID YOUR MULLET GO!" Shouted Lance now that he was finally out of his shock.

"I TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE A MULLET, I JUST HAD MY HAIR PINNED UP!" Yelled Keith his anger finally back, Lance couldn't handle much more of cute Keith.

"How did you even get all of that-" Pidge stoped to point at Keith's hair "to stay in one place?" Asked Pidge as she Squinted at Keith.

"I wake up at 5:00 and shower, dry my hair, and at 8:00 I'm done putting it up, I'd explain how I get it all to stay but that's like trying to get Lance to shut up," Keith explained.

"HEY!" That last comment spooked Lance out of his trance.

"Why is it so long?" Asked Hunk.

"When I was about 8 my dad said my hair reminded him of my mom's, after that I swore I would never cut it again," said Keith.

"I never thought I'd see anyone with hair longer than Allura's," said Lance.

#voltron #klance #lgbtqia+#cute #fanfic #funny #short maybe

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. [re-upload]

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a married woman who’s going through a divorce is linked to a broken girl who wants to incline what she truly wants. a night of fulfilling each other’s needs wouldn’t harm a thing, right?

warnings: smut (for most part), dirty talking, slight argument, and more.

author’s note: yes i re-uploaded this again, i’m so sorry it wasn’t showing up on any tags. i do hope you can reblog this and share your thoughts once you’re done reading! <3

I swore to myself that I was going to quit the job of selling myself to the people who could monopolize me. At first, it seemed to be fine in my case. I took control and would always take control, especially when I'm about to get uncomfortable in the situation. But lately, men control me instead of me. The reason for that is because of the money, how much we love it. I was kicked out of my house at a very young age, literally when I turned eighteen years old. I did my best to apply for jobs that could offer just a tiny amount of money and the more that I worked, the more that I needed the money.

Dirty whore, dirty woman.

"Y/N?" I opened the door to see Michelle looking at me with worried eyes. She touched my arm and squeezed it, affirming me if I was alright. "You've been there for too long. Did something happen?"

I shake my head, "No. I just had to take a breather."

Michelle was the first person I became friends with when I got into the community. She offered me a place to stay, well with her. I'd always tell her that it wasn't needed but Michelle would dismiss me and say that she needed a roommate anyway. We became friends since then.

She was kind and very generous. Whenever I had finished my time with a man, Michelle was there to comfort me, feed me, and take care of me. She was basically my girlfriend at some point, but I had no romantic feelings for her.

"Okay," she muttered, smiling tightly because that's all she could possibly offer. Michelle gave me the tightest hug and added, "Take care of yourself. I'll see you at home."

I stayed for a few more hours at the club, seducing men into the back so I could give them what they wanted. Wasn't that the point? In the end, I received a good amount of money and decided that I should get a piece of nice furniture for the house – since I'm living at Michelle's place. When it was around 12'oclock in the morning, I finally grabbed my bag and walked out of the building; alone.

My workplace wasn't far from the house, it usually takes fifteen minutes to get to my destination. Sometimes twenty if I was walking too slow – I guess I can say it was a little farther than I thought it would be. But, there's this shortcut that I usually don't take. It was a little too dark since there were no street lights; I was a wuss. But, feeling a little challenged, I decided to take that route and walked right.

As expected, it was shorter and I was pleased. Although it was a little frightening since it was way too dark for my liking. I could feel my legs trembling from each step I take, my throat getting a little dry up from the cold mystic air. I had my arms wrapped around myself, not knowing what to do with them. And just as I was about to leave a route, there was a black SUV that was going towards me – making me turn and squint my eyes at the person who was driving.

The window shield rolled down, and I was presented by a redhead who looked a little older than me. In fact, she looked a little tired. I smiled – kindly – at her and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The woman replied, "Are you... Are you alone?"

Wasn't it obvious? I nodded.

She turned to her left and bit her lip, making me feel a little nervous about her action. Anyone who bites their lip makes me nervous, extremely nervous. I was about to walk away until she hollered, "Wait! I'm sorry, please come back. I just want to ask you something."

I turned again and looked at her with slight seriousness that was flashing through my eyes. She pulls the lever of her car and grips her steering wheel hard, figuring out the words she's about to say out of her mouth. It took a while, maybe a minute or two, until she asked: "Are you okay with the idea of having sex with me? I'll pay."

She was blunt, I don't know if I liked it. But, she seemed so genuine and nice about it too. Or maybe, that's how I think about everyone. They're all genuine and nice. Is this the way of her going to use me like a puppet? After all, I was a toy to doll with. I also do think it was my appearance too, my harsh makeup says it all. Looking at her deeply with such questionable eyes, I realize how utterly beautiful the woman was. She looked harmless but very intimidating. Does that make sense?

"How do I know that you won't rape me?" I asked with a shuddering breath.

"I'm not going to do that," she responded but with a softer tone, her body relaxing a bit. "That's why I'm asking. But hey, if you don't want to that's alright."

I think I have stood there for a fat minute, staring at her with blissful eyes. She was beautiful, so so beautiful. I could rant about this to Michelle for so long but, she won't possibly be anything to me by the end of the day. She's a mystery, a slick woman. I felt safe within her presence like no man was ever going to hurt me. It would hurt to say no, and I want to do it with her.

I responded with a small smile, "Okay, where will we go?"

At this point, I should feel threatened by her – especially with the choice of location. We were on a lonely road, where the forest surrounded us. It was almost pitch black, I could barely see anything except maybe the sky. She pulled the breaks and sighed, rather too deeply, and looked at me with wandering eyes. I could feel immense anxiousness, yet a great thrill. I spoke, "What do you want us to do?"

With such boldness inside of her, she responded: "I want to fuck you but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. So, if you have any questions please do ask."

I do have questions, maybe not a lot. But there's this one question that has been bugging my head. I couldn't help but rammed out, "Why didn't you go to a building instead?"

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously, her eyebrows scrunched for emphasis.

"Like," I gulped, trying not to stammer my words. "...Are you just finding people to fuck in the middle of the night? I mean, it's pretty sketched up honestly."

She had to let out a small laugh at my statement, she shakes her head and bows her head a little. She whispered, "I wasn't even planning to. But, you looked really nice. I had to take my chances."

"By fucking me?" God, I need to shut up.

"You could say that," my, she was very blunt. In fact, the bluntest person that I've ever interacted with. "But, I'm a jerk for that. We don't have to do this if you want to, we could just... talk. You see, I'm going through a divorce and I just need some relief."

Never once has a person given me an option like this. Not once. And I felt incredibly different from it. I could feel my heart thumping loudly through my eyes, my body stiffened with her presence. I was stunned, baffled, and felt admired. No man would admire me, I was used.

I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to roar it out. God, how insatiable I was.

And did she say divorce? Oh, this was a heavily bad idea. It was going to be a rebound. But why would she care? We don't know each other, we never had a connection – or maybe I was wrong. We do have a connection. My stupidity takes over me and swerves all around my body. I hate myself for thinking like that.

"I want you to fuck me."

She turns yet again, with lifted eyebrows and a soft gasp. It's like she couldn't believe it, she was shocked as I was. Then, she responded: "Are you sure?"

I was even more sure of my own future. I wanted to feel bold as she was, I wanted that. I nodded desperately and whispered close enough for her to hear, "You can do anything you want to me."

She groaned with a stutter, biting her lower lip so hard as to contain her animalistic mind that could be bewildered any sooner. She looked deep into me, her eyes spoke with fire and intensity, I almost wanted her to unleash it. Maybe not almost, it's a very much-needed want. Without even thinking, she pulled me in with a sloppy kiss, I granted her in.

"The name's Natasha," she speaks while licking my chin all the way to my upper lip with such hunger. "You'll be screaming it when I fuck you so hard."

We were finally in the backseat, our kissing intensifies as the windows began to fog with each smack of our lips. She held the back of my waist, circling her thumb on my covered skin as my hands were all over her neck. She grunts, pushing her hips forward to feel that friction. I felt it, it was like a shock wave.

"You're so beautiful," she says with such a dreamy voice, pulling away to take a good look at me – even though I felt disgusted. "How could you be this beautiful?"

I laughed softly, but not too loud.

"I think you're just drunk."

She chuckled, burying her head into my neck, and whispered: "I'm not drunk. But with you, I could be."

Her hands made their way to my loose white shirt, pulling the hem up a bit to see a bit more of my skin. She smiled at me and then looked down, groaning at the sight. I was severely aroused, wet, and hot. I wanted her tongue everywhere, maybe her whole body. I wanted her as much as I wanted to go to Massachusetts, which was an odd thing to compare. She let go and removed her black leather jacket, dropping it on the carpeted floor, and pulled up her black shirt until I could see her abs that were on display.

"Natasha," I breathed, trying to control my eagerness. "You look beautiful."

"Not as much as you are," she responded, kissing my neck with a bit of a moan that she was holding back. I don't know if she was being serious, she probably must've said that despite the intense heat we were both having. Either way, that felt important to me. I kissed her cheek, eagerly trying to turn her so I could kiss those subtle and plump lips. She knew right away and our tongues danced together, our touching began to become rough and I started grinding up against her hips – wanting more, needing more.

"I'll pay you an extra hundred if I could um," she stutters while kissing my lips repeatedly – as if not wanting to pull away from them. "If I could dirty talk with you. I want to degrade you a little, but we won't do it if you're not comfortable–"

"I am," I whispered breathlessly onto her wet lips, and it was the truth. I was fine with the idea of her calling me the nastiest name. "Please, do anything you want with me."

She kissed my lips once more, and her hands continued to tease the sides of my ribs. I hitched my breath as I could feel her tongue drooling all over my neck. Was she this insatiable? Or was that just me being a horny person too? I was lost in her world – as I succumbed to it.

"You're going to beg for me?" she coos. I felt hot, immensely hot. I couldn't even think anymore, so I nodded. She smirks and whispers close enough to my ear, "Words, little one."

"Oh, yes! Please, I'll do anything."

Natasha chuckles and pulls my shirt away, gasping quietly as my covered breasts were on full display. It was admired for her, she liked how supple my breasts were and she began to squeeze them with both of her hands. She comments, "So beautiful."

I tried not to smile at this intense moment, but I couldn't help it. I never received that kind of a compliment in many years, even though it probably won't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. I tried not thinking about it and continued to tease her by arching my hips repeatedly, asking her to fuck me now.

"Skip the teasing, please..." I begged, yelping softly when I could feel her teeth sinking in into my neck like a mad woman. She shakes her head, pulls herself up, and whispered lowly: "I'm paying you, remember? So be a good girl for me."

I hate men when they degrade me, I find it insanely stupid and such a turn-off. With their masculine tone and their grunt, I could cringe to the point my whole body was a spasm. But, she's different. I liked it when she degraded me. In fact, I liked everything she's doing to my body right now–

"I'm going to pull off your pants now," she says, staring at me with eyes that speak are-you-going-to-stop-me look. I nodded as I tried speaking out my words, but nothing came out. She knew that. Natasha smiled down at me and unzipped my pants, pulling it down while her eyes were basically glued to mine.

Once our clothes were off, our bodies pressed each other with such connection that I couldn't bear myself to explain. She was sweating, but not like crazy sweat. I noticed that her hair was braided, a faint blonde at the end of it. I admired her beauty, I also admired her courtesy in everything she does. I felt like I could even trust her at this point.

"Detka," she whispers with such a needing tone, biting her lower lip to hold back whatever she was having inside of her. She whispers with a husk, "I bet you're tight down there."

That could be a lie. I wasn't pure anymore, maybe she won't see me the same way again because I was like a used doll. But instead, I shook my head. Honesty is important.

"I think you're speaking metaphorically," I couldn't help but chuckle, trying not to have that awkward moment. "I'm not that... tight anymore. You can reach back out if you want to."

Instead, she smiles – as if she was adoring my little ramble. She responded with a softer tone, "I don't care about that. You're still as beautiful as ever."

Was I going to be emotionally attached to this woman? I hope not. Because, knowing myself, I knew I could depend easily on someone so quickly. Growing up with no love in my lifes could lead me to naivety until I go insane. But, I liked to experiment. I just hope I don't have attachment issues.

She spits on her two fingers and spreads them to lubricate most of their length. Then, she buries her head into my neck again and thrust her fingers inside of me, making my mouth let out a silent scream as her long fingers go deeper into my cunt with no problem.

"God you're tight," she hitches, her hips going upwards. "And warm–Ah–you're so warm, I can barely breathe."

This woman was good with her words, she knew how to use them that I almost came from them. I hold her back with both of my hands, biting my bottom lip hard and Natasha pulls out then thrusts back again with emphasis, making my head hit the car door. She pulls her head back, staring into my eyes with her hooded ones, and brutally thrusts back in and out. Each time she prods her fingers back in, I let out a moan. A whiny one to be exact. I was such a slut, especially for this woman who is clearly above me. Our hips were in sync, her tongue was all over my jaw while my other hand was placed on the fogged window – trying to hold onto something.

It felt too passionate for a one-night stand.

"I'm so wet for you baby," she whispers to me, staring into my wet eyes as she changes the pace a bit. This time, she was curling her fingers to hit that spot that was untouched for many years. "I'm going to make you cum first, then you make me cum too. Okay?"

I nodded, panting as her fingers pounded into me, hard.

"Words."

It sounded like a demand, hell I loved it. So I spoke with a loud scream, "Hmph—yes! Oh yes... god fuck me, please–harder, go harder!"

Natasha groans at the sight of me and responds with a lower tone in her voice: "Oh god, please tell me you're about to cum. You're clenching around me... poor baby."

That nickname made me explode like a nuke. I arched my back in pain as my eyes shut with pleasure, my whole body began to tremble as I clenched hard around her fingers, mewling and screaming while my orgasm took over me. I could see the white stars at the back of my eyes, I felt like I was in oblivion.

She holds me close, watching me while I climax around her fingers. Natasha was in love with the sight she was seeing, she took it in. This is something she could never forget, a beautiful woman like me is something she could never ever forget. For some reason, she felt a spark from the alluring sight. It compelled her until she realized that it was probably wrong to feel that way. But, she merely couldn't help it.

I flopped against the car cushions and panted, my chest endlessly sweating from my orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me with such lovely eyes that I've never seen. I couldn't tell if she was admiring me, I was too fucked up to speak. I whispered, "Do you want me to eat you out?"

But Natasha never stopped staring at me, it was like she was fond of my presence. This whole sex arrangement only started almost an hour ago, and she could feel herself being attached. How incredibly dull was she? So dull.

"Maybe some other time," she responded with her dreamy voice, smiling down at me toothlessly. "I'm going to pay you now."

Natasha insisted on taking me home and turning her down for the tenth time, I agreed. It wasn't a long ride home, we were sitting with faded music that was playing on the radio. Although, I enjoyed the quiet company that was given. Natasha was humming throughout the song, and I found her voice very pleasing. I began to feel jealous that I couldn't sing, but I didn't care most of the time. I just liked the way she hums through the song, it was like a lullaby.

When we finally arrived, Natasha pulled out a five-hundred-dollar bill and grabbed my hand – placing the money as my eyes widened from the amount. I stammered, "Natasha, you can't be serious. This is too much–"

"Please," she gulps, smiling again at me. "...Take it. You deserve every bit of it, I must say you were very lovely tonight."

I shake my head, "No. At least three-hundred I would be fine–"

"Detka, please take it. Okay? You did such a great job tonight."

We fell into this broad silence – but not awkwardly – and stared at each other. I could sense that she was blushing as her cheeks were on display from it. I think I was blushing too, I've never blushed in so long. How could I not? No one has made me feel this way for years, it feels surreal in all honesty.

"You're beautiful," she says shyly as she tries to hide her mouth with the heel of her palm. "Like insanely beautiful."

I could feel my lips trembling from such a compliment she gives and responded with a whisper, "Thank you, Natasha. You're beautiful too."

It truly did mean a lot to me. A beautiful woman complimenting me is something I could never cope with. I felt dry as I called her beautiful, I almost began to cover my face with such embarrassment. But, her smile widens until I can see her teeth and look away from me – her cheeks are blushing intensely.

"You're killing me here, go home sweetheart. It's very late."

When she drove away, I stood by the sidewalk, feeling my heart beat so fast that I couldn't manage to breathe. I never thought having a small encounter like that could lead me into feeling like an important person. But, my heart suddenly drops as I never asked for her number. I only knew her name though, it was Natasha. But there could be so many Natashas in this city, I could never find her again.

I might never find her again.

Throughout my night, I just accepted its fate. I will never see her again, but I could only relive my night with her as it felt very surreal and important to me; like it was my fifteenth birthday. I wanted to be in that scenario again, so desperately. But sometimes fate doesn't want you there.

—

Natasha grabbed a bottle of wine that was left inside the fridge, opened the lid, and poured herself a full glass. When she walks into the cold living room, she sees her wife that has been sitting there for god knows how long. The Russian gulped, smiling at her wife kindly, and asked: "It's late, why are you still up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," she stands up, walking toward her wife and crossing her arms so that her breasts prodded out. "Where have you been?"

"Work," Natasha lied, taking a mouthful of red wine from her glass. "Why? Something happened?"

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, pinching her nose bridge as she lets out a breathless chuckle, feeling it tremble a little. "Yeah um, I don't want to move out."

"Wanda–"

"You said you want things to work out," Wanda cuts her off with a thick accent that she still adapto for many years. "Aren't we working things out?"

Natasha just sighs and shakes her head defeatedly.

"I don't know," Natasha answered, which was the truth. Shew really doesn't know. "All I can say is I don't want to be married to you anymore. Okay?"

"Hypocrite," the brunette scoffs and turns away from her wife, lifting her hands in the air exasperatedly. "Just ridiculous, you fucked me the other night and now you're telling me you don't want to be in this marriage."

"I was drunk!" Natasha reasoned and took a few steps at her wife, who's soon to be her ex-wife. "You know I don't love you anymore. You know that!"

Wanda turns, her tears are evident in her eyes, that Natasha's heart almost crumbles – but enough not to. She whispers with a fit of sheer anger, "You don't love me anymore when I accidentally slept with Vision."

"Exactly!" Natasha responded with a louder tone, full of dominance. She clasped her hands together and laughed sarcastically, feeling a little insane. "Exactly, Wanda. There you go, that's why I don't love you anymore."

"That's just bullshit."

To her excuse, everything was bullshit.

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notasapleasure · 8 months

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Sunday sentences

It's not Sunday. It's more than six anythings. But here's a little bit of saga AU because I did mean to post something yesterday but didn't have time before I went out...

Cassian plonked himself down next to me and wordlessly communicated his first demand: I peeled a thin slice of meat from my meal and passed it to him held between my thumb and the knife blade.

His expressions are hard to describe - much as I'd known he wanted a slice of smoked lamb without him saying anything, I knew that he smiled even though his lips didn't move.

He chewed on the meat I'd given him and eyed me, but remained silent.

Finally I gave in with a sigh and asked him if he was avoiding anyone in particular.

He worked at the inside of his lip with his teeth and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I might have got Clem in trouble. Some guy's been complaining about me riding his horses. I didn't even do anything! The horse was fine when I left it."

I cocked an eyebrow, but Cassian swore on some word I didn't know but presumed had significance to him.

"Sounds unfair," I conceded.

"It is," he looked at me darkly and I gave him another slice of meat. "Clem paid this guy compensation. I don't get it, I didn't do anything!"

"The horse was injured?"

"It was fine when I left it," Cassian repeated flatly.

I didn't challenge him - it didn't much matter if that were true or not. If Clem had paid up then he'd publically taken the blame anyway, and would have hoped that was the end of it.

"Is Clem mad?"

Cassian shook his head at his knees. "Maarva is." He worked his jaw angrily, but didn't elaborate. Instead he turned to me again, a puzzled frown on his face. "Is it true? What they're saying about you?"

I gave a hollow snort and gazed down at the fires again. "Which bit?"

#saga au #brassian #brassian saga au #my fics #my wips #wip: saga au #cassian andor #brasso #yes it's fpn i can't argue with it this is what brasso wanted

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musicalchaos07 · 6 months

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Hi Faith, tysm for the ask bc I get to talk about my baby.

OK so I LOVE everything about we'll be a fine line, we'll be alright like it's one of my favorite fics I've ever written but ANYWAYS SPECIFICALLY this part:

"No uh I'm going to the Wheelers for dinner" he rattles off. "Oh" "Yea" he smiles hesitantly. "You're not going to the Wheelers too?" She asks Will. "Can I???" Will exclaims, lighting up like he's getting away with something. "No" Jonathan answers gravely. "Jonathan!" She scolds. "Mom, seriously?" He begs. "What I'm sure Karen-" "Can't I just" he starts before stopping himself to rethink his words "I can bring Will next time I promise but tonight I'd like to go alone if that's ok" His eyes are flitting around the room but can't seem to meet hers and she wonders if he's lying about his dinner plans. For a minute, she's about to tell him that she knows about the vodka. And then ask what else he's lying about. She’s pretty sure she’s smelled weed on him a couple times. She’s dying to ask how stupid he thinks she is. To pick a fight, just to feel something. But his expression is so soft and concerned. And she recoils, remembering that she swore she'd never be as cruel as her mother. "Ok honey" she concedes. Jonathan nods, ruffles Will's hair, and kisses her on the cheeks before leaving the kitchen. "Jonathan" she calls after him. "Yea" he responds, stopping dead in his tracks in the living room. "Why don't you put your black sweater over your shirt. It matches better" she advises.

Like we've got Jonathan (You're on your own kid coded) nervous as HELL for his first dinner at the Wheeler's as Nancy's boyfriend. We have Will (precious angel bby) being a complete SHITHEAD about it. And lastly, we have Joyce (Mother) who is completely overwhelmed/feeling like she's failing as a parent wanting to fight with him just because she can but pulls back.

And what I especially love about this whole sequence of first dinner events. Is that Joyce is SO close to understanding what's happening. Like she knows he's off, but she thinks it's because he's drinking. And then there's this part of her that wants to be mean but the thing that holds her back is her own generational trauma. (and I imagine also a little unconscious fear that if she pushes him too far she'll lose one of the few supports she has, bc themes of her unintentional parentification of him u know?) Like???

AND THEN because the inquisitive, smart, "always right" Joyce that we know is still there just below the surface she tells him to put something else on that makes him look better. (It's the sweater he wears at Murray's btw) Like she knows that this dinner is important, that he wants to go alone, and she tells him what will make a better impression to the point that there's also this line after he leaves:

She hears him pop into his room and then he's out the door. His car turns over just as she sits down. It's only then that it registers how weird a dinner invitation without Will is. Maybe he and Nancy are more friends than study buddies, he is teaching her how to drive after all. Then again maybe they finally… but no. No, no, that’s just her old fantasy talking.

Like subconsciously she KNOWS they're together but she's so filled with grief, depression, etc. that she deep in denial.

This is also one of the scenes that I wish I wrote from Jonathan's POV in a separate fic. Because I imagine that he hasn't been able to go to 'Meet The Parents' dinner this whole time and he feels so guilty. But a couple days before he promises Nancy he can finally do it. (and she's so happy and he's so in love with her) Because Mom's doing better, surely they can get on without him for a couple hours. And it's important to him, like he wants to be a Good™️ boyfriend. (that boy is desperate for parental approval I know it in my heart) But then he comes home and Joyce is hiding in her room, and he's like fuck. So he makes an easy dinner for her and Will, while he's getting ready but he can't figure out his tie and he can't ask Joyce because she has her own problems. (Jonathan feeling like a burden for needing to parented is so important to me) BUT HE STILL GOES TO DINNER. Like it's such a beautiful moment of Jonathan struggling with what he feels like he has to do and what he wants to do and picking what he wants. (a little independence as a treat). There's also a very cute moment of Nancy (who's been watching from her window) cutting him off before he rings the doorbell so she can frantically put a tie on him before Ted can start shit.

ANYWAYS, clearly I could talk about this fic for a while

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#my big secret is that I think our boy is so 'child of divorce' coded that he's in fact a hopeless romantic #so the traditional meet the parents is very important to him even if he's our counterculture Gen X dad #catch him watching An Officer and a Gentlemen with El while Will rolls his eyes during family movie night.#and then telling her about the military industrial complex #My source??? Homeboy wants to marry his first girlfriend and father her children #also like whomst the fuck says something as romantic and soft as 'we have shared trauma' if they're not a hopeless romantic #ANYWAYS #ask game #fanfic asks #mutual asks #my fic #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #joyce Byers

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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Drabble in which ten meets Peter Vincent and Lucian? Sorry if it’s already been done

I don't think I've ever had Ten meet Peter in a fic nor all three of them together!

Let's see how this goes.

Warning: alien vampires, technically (I know there are vampires in the DW universe, but I don't know enough about those ones to care about doing research for a drabble, so you get a plasmavore!)

On with the fic!

"You're certain you've never seen a vampire like this before?" Peter asked, following after Lucian through one of the more abandoned places in Vegas. Well, it wasn't really abandoned, more like it was often avoided due to the dangerous activities that happened here.

"I am limited on the kinds I've dealt with, you're meant to be the expert, yes?" Lucian replied, glancing over his shoulder.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I'm one of the best in the world, obviously, but I've never seen a vampire drink through a weird little hole in the neck, and a singular hole at that." Peter frowned, avoiding stepping in a puddle of indeterminate liquid. "Maybe I finally found my vampire that sucks blood like a butterfly sucks up whatever shit it is that they drink!"

Lucian made a questioning sound and Peter continued. "You know! Those long things on their faces! The tubes? A pro... probus... somethin' or whatever, anyway! Long, sucky face tube!"

"Your knowledge of vampires is... strange." Lucian came to a stop, sniffing the air. "I smell its trail getting stronger here, along with blood."

"Shit, you think it found someone already?"

"Possibly." He sniffed again. "And... something else. Sweet and metallic? Huh. Probably best not to know, come on."

Peter nodded, grabbing for the stakes hidden under his coat, following Lucian into an old building. He swore, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something big and blue, but when he looked, there was nothing there.

Must've been a trick of the light or something.

The door was opened and there sounded like a struggle of sorts coming from upstairs of what might have once been a home. It stunk like something had rolled over and died a while ago, and Peter quickly recognized that this place was used for a whole number of things. He really didn't want to know what was on the couch that had to be from over fifty years ago.

Lucian put a finger to his lips and carefully walked up the small flight of stairs, Peter staying close behind. The closer to the landing they got, the clearer the talking upstairs was.

"-you're only making yourself sick being here! Especially in a neighborhood like this! Which, wow, rude to say, but really, could you have not chosen a better lo- whoa! Watch the face!" Something had shattered as someone spoke.

Huh, his voice sounded like he was from London. British victim or vampire?

"But if I went into a better place, I'd be noticed easier! People don't question the deaths around here! And I can't help myself, I love how these humans just fuck themselves up with things in their systems, give it a kick!" That must be the vampire, so British victim then.

"And it's killing you! Come with me, I can get you the help you need and maybe I won't report this to the Shadow Proclamation, this is a protected planet and you know it!"

Peter raised an eyebrow, planet? What the fuck? And what's a Shadow Proclamation, sounds like some sorta underground agency. Was this guy a hunter?

"And that adds to the fun!" There was a shout and a loud thump, followed by the shouts of two people fighting.

Lucian moved first, kicking open a door and Peter quickly followed. There was a man pinning down another one on the ground, weirdly holding a metal straw in his fist. The man under him was grabbing his wrist, trying to keep him from stabbing him with the straw.

"Hold on, we've got you!" Peter shouted, catching the vampire off-guard, making him turn to look at Lucian and Peter, the former punching his fist into the back of the vampire. There was a metal sound, followed by a nasty fleshy sound.

The vampire squealed in pain before Lucian removed his fist, retracting his arm blade. With a swaying shuffle, the vampire toppled over, dead.

The victim gasped and sat up, attention on the vampire, before he turned to look at Peter and Lucian. "What did you do that for!? You didn't have to kill him!"

Lucian was stunned and Peter frowned. "He was trying to kill you, ya idiot! You needed help!"

"I was fine! Not the first time I've fought off a plasmavore!" The man pouted, dusting off his brown duster. "Well. I didn't really fight it, more like I let it drain me to get alien blood into its system, which allowed the Judoon to take things into their own hands. Which, I feel, might have been a bit of overkill on their part to, but you can't really argue with the methods of police space rhinos."

Peter blinked. "The fuck? You got a concussion or somethin'?"

"Oh? No, I'm good, might have a sore back, landed on it pretty hard, but I'm fine in the noggin." The man got to his feet, letting out a huff of air as he looked at the body, then at them. "Oh, right, introductions. Thanks for helping, I'm the Doctor!"

He held out his hand, his smile bright and toothy, it was weird how honest it was. Peter looked at the hand, giving it a shake. "Uh, yeah, Peter Vincent."

"Peter Vincent? No way! The vampire hunter and the stage performer!" The man, the... Doctor, apparently, was grinning even brighter than before. "Ooh, I wanted to see your show! Actually, I wanted to have a word with you, your research is supposed to be some of the best! Got a bit distracted by the plasmavore, but hey, story of my life. Set off to do one thing, suddenly I'm off doing something else."

"Holy fuck, you've got a gob on you." Peter said, he couldn't help the weird chuckle that came from him.

"I'm known for that." The Doctor winked. "Soooo, who is your friend here? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Wolfy!"

Peter frowned and turned to Lucian, who was still looking right at the Doctor, confused. He didn't even seem to notice that the Doctor called him wolfy. "Lucian?"

Lucian blinked and looked at Peter, then back at the Doctor. "I'm sorry, are you not seeing this?"

"Seeing what?" The Doctor and Peter both asked at the same time.

"That... that you two look identical."

Peter looked at the Doctor, who looked back at him. "Yeah... nah, not seein' it. What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Not the first time I've seen my face on someone else. Trust me, I've got some beef with Casanova and he's got my face too, so it makes it weird. Can't hate this face, it's a good face." The Doctor said, gesturing at himself.

"I mean, yeah, you are a handsome guy, but I'm not seein' whatever it is you're seein', Lucian." Peter snorted. "Unless if this is true and you're down for beddin' me and a more yammery version of me."

Lucian made a face. "Is sex always on your mind?"

"Not always, but it's often there." Peter smirked. "So, you said you wanted to talk to me, Doctor? I'm free this evenin', the huntin' job is now taken care of, so... my place or yours?"

The Doctor tilted his head. "Better your place, hard to explain my own."

Peter is gonna flirt with a man who shares his face, to the shock of no one.

Why does the Doctor want to talk to him? I dunno, vampire reasons.

#john's drabbles #lucian x peter vincent #technically

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iheartgarrus · 1 year

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N7 Month Day 15: Cannibal

(AO3 Link - Y'know, if I kept these to the one or two hundred word lengths I originally planned, I'd have no trouble staying caught up. But things like this happen. Welp, have some Jali angst-with-a-happy-ending! [Cut is for length.])

James’s coffee was cold.

He knew that, but he kept forgetting and taking sips of it anyway. He'd told himself each time that he should get up and pour himself a new cup, but his worry over the quarian in the medbay kept him firmly affixed to his seat, facing the shuttered window.

He glanced over at Shepard, who had come by about half an hour into his vigil with a datapad and her own (hot) coffee and silently joined him at the table. He suspected her seat choice - diagonal from him, not between him and the medbay - was fully deliberate.

They stayed that way for another hour, not a word exchanged between them, until finally, James had to ask: “Shepard… how worried should I be?”

She hummed and set her datapad down to give him her full attention. “Suit breaches aren’t as uncommon as you’d think for a quarian who sees a lot of combat.” Shepard began. ”But they have built-in protocols to keep it from getting too dangerous for them - seals, automatic antibiotic dispensing… She’s probably explained this to you before. When we were chasing the Collectors, one of her suit seals failed and she caught a nasty infection, but even then, she was still working down in Engineering.”

“So what’s different this time?”

Shepard sighed and stalled with a sip of coffee. James squeezed his hands together in his lap, trying to be patient and keep a lid on his instinct to panic. “Quantity, mainly. Cannibals are big on those frag grenades, and she took shrapnel that exceeded what her shields could handle and then some. Tali’s shields basically are her armor, and we weren’t expecting so many of those things. Her suit seals all worked fine, but she had open wounds too, and her antibiotic stores weren’t enough to treat every breach site before the medigel could close them.”

He swore softly, staring down at the stainless steel tabletop. He didn't speak again for a few minutes, but Shepard just watched him patiently rather than returning to her datapad. “Dammit,” he finally muttered before looking up at her. “I should’ve done something.”

Shepard's stare was perfectly level - she didn’t seem surprised to hear that. “Like what, James?”

His fists clenched. "Covering fire, taken the hits myself - I'm the tank, that's my job. My gear is built for it."

"It is," she agreed. "But you still can't be in two places at once, and if you'd abandoned your position to help Tali, they'd have overrun us on the left flank before our reinforcements got there. Then we'd all be in the medbay - or worse."

"You don't know that for sure."

She watched him silently for a moment. Shepard was damn near unreadable when she wanted to be, and right now, he was getting the full stone-faced treatment. Finally, she spun her datapad around on the table and slid it over to him. On the screen was a diagram not dissimilar the ones American football coaches on Earth used to plan out plays, except the scene depicted was the battlefield the three of them had been fighting on just hours before. She reached over to tap the screen, starting the simulation she had been running. James watched as it depicted a scenario exactly like the hypothetical one he had just proposed, ending in exactly the result Shepard had described.

When it ended, she pulled the datapad back over and continued, more softly, "Tali is tough. She went on fighting long enough for all of us to make it out of there, and she's not going to stop now. And-" She gave him a meaningful look. "-she's not gonna be happy if she hears about you talking like she needs protecting. You know better than that."

James's elbows came up onto the table as his head fell forward into his hands, the fight draining out of him all at once. "Don't know what I'm gonna do if you're wrong, Shepard. This is why I stopped... fraternizing when I joined up."

Shepard sighed. "Wouldn't have mattered. You'd feel this way about her even if you tried to ignore it." She paused, then: "Garrus got those scars of his months before I even had an inkling of how I felt about him, and I still knew that if he didn't make it, a part of me would go with him."

He couldn't help it - his head shot back up. While her relationship with Garrus wasn't a secret, Shepard was a very private person, and she never spoke about her personal life. She didn't seem to register his shock, though, her eyes having strayed to the Main Battery before she shook her head and went for another sip of coffee.

James was still trying to decide how to reply when the medbay doors slid open and Dr. Chakwas stepped out far enough to see where they were seated. "Oh, good, Lieutenant, you're here," she said. "Tali is awake and asking for you. She's quite feverish, though, so there may be a little... delirium."

He bolted up out of his chair and made a beeline for the door, barely registering Shepard's voice asking the doctor, "Can't be worse than she is after a few dextro Heat Sinks, can she?"

#mass effect #n7month #n7 month 2022 #jali #james x tali #tali x james #tali’zorah vas normandy #james vega #fanfic #I can't rightly call this one a microstory lol #my work #the good news is saturday's has been done for a couple weeks already #so catching up will be easier

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mementoasts · 1 year

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i stirred “seventh chairman mine that killed daigo” and “tojo waka” into a cauldron and cooked a short something up that’s rly evil i think.

it's masadai/minedai and only appeals to me and like 4 others. it's exactly 1k, kind of a drabble or smthn i guess, stops abruptly bc i dunno where to go with it!!!

Mine has him backed into a wall.

"And where have you been, Masato?" he all but snarls, no longer bothering to tack on an obligatory honorific at the end of Masato's name under the pretense of cordiality. "The chairman is dead, and you only now show up?"

Ever since Daigo was shot as a result of the land disputes in Okinawa, Mine hadn't seen so much of a trace of Masato around Tojo Headquarters, or around Tokyo at all, for that matter. Kashiwagi was the one who organized their meeting regarding clan leadership, as the chairman was then still in a coma, and the clan was suddenly missing its captain.

He was uninvolved in the situation as a whole, as far as Mine was aware, but he did not want Masato's whereabouts to go unknown if he could help it, taking into consideration how he preferred slinking about in the shadows anyway. Mine had asked the one person who had the highest (though equally the lowest) likelihood of knowing, but unless Arakawa was that good of an actor, it didn't appear he had any idea, and neither did his captain.

Then just a few minutes ago, out of nowhere, Masato waltzed back into headquarters, several days after it had been officially decided that Mine would take up the role of Seventh Chairman of the Tojo Clan.

"I've been away," Masato replies without any elaboration, his crossed arms acting as a barricade between Mine and himself. A finger twirls and tugs at the strands of hair at the end of his ponytail, sharp eyes aimed at the doorway as if anything far more intriguing than this conversation could walk through at any moment. "And last I checked, the chairman was standing in front of me."

"Why were you away?" Mine snaps, ignoring Masato's comment.

"Surely you're aware of the current state of the Tojo Clan's upper echelon?” he asks, mockingly. “Who's really left besides you, me, and Majima-san? Kashiwagi-san got filled with lead, Hamazaki-san was arrested over a stabbing, the Hakuho are busy picking out a new patriarch now that you've been promoted, and the Nishikiyama Family – " Masato pauses before his narrowed gaze finally slides over, darkened noticeably more so than usual by the presence of heavy bags beneath them. "That one is quite interesting. I'd heard Kanda-san was left at his family office, perfectly fine aside from the fact he was missing his head. It's like whoever did it couldn't have given a shit about disposing of the body."

"Interesting indeed," is all Mine grits out as a response as he stares Masato down like a hawk. "And what does any of that have to do with you?"

Masato has the gall to scoff. "It doesn't, and that's the point. I wasn't about to get involved in whatever rampage you've been on with that group from America."

"If that's the case, why are you back here? As you can see, you've missed your chance at the chairman's seat, Captain."

"That would have been me signing a death sentence, Seventh Chairman," Masato says, now matching Mine's glare. "You and I both know you would kill me yourself if I was the one taking Daigo's place."

"And what's stopping me from having you killed now?"

Masato barks out a short laugh. “What stopped you from killing me before?”

Perhaps Mine had a peculiar sense of humor, but there was something comical in the difference between Arakawa the Assassin and his son, Masato Arakawa – who could be just as lethal, but never as a result of him dirtying his own hands. Mine wasn’t entirely sure Masato had ever actually killed anyone. Daigo rarely gave straight answers regarding Masato’s background and their relationship to one another, and aside from who his father was, there wasn’t much else Mine could gather from before he officially swore up. By the time Mine decided to join the yakuza with the goal of learning more about Daigo, Masato was already the clan captain.

Mine hated him, and has only grown to hate him more. He hated his attitude, hated how he oozed confidence and charisma, hated how he proved to be capable enough to justify his position as Captain. It was an innocuous comment from Daigo that clued Mine in on just how different Masato used to be. He was difficult to piece together, and while Mine knew some of it was nothing but an act, he couldn’t quite determine where Masato ended and the facade began.

Mine hated the way he looked at Daigo, hated the way he treated him, hated the hint of a smirk that would form when he caught Mine watching the two of them speaking alone, despised the gentle hand that would casually stick a stray lock back behind Daigo’s ear.

He hated it. Hated that Daigo could look at Masato with the same soft gaze that was just as often shared with Mine himself, hated how those longing eyes always seemed to be searching deep into Masato’s, hated that something always seemed to be on the tip of Daigo's tongue, but Masato never gave him the opportunity to say it.

Mine cherished Daigo like the treasure he was. Masato acted like Daigo was a prize he’d already won.

Mine doesn’t even have to say anything, because despite his burning animosity, he’s always acknowledged how important Masato was to Daigo. His silence gives Masato the chance to continue egging him on, hitting the nail right on the head.

“You loved him, right?” Masato says, smirking as he forcefully pushes away one of Mine’s arms trapping him against the wall and steps around him, stopping at his side. “And you knew about him and I, too.”

When he moves to walk further away, Mine wordlessly whips around, grabbing at his arm and tugging him backwards.

Masato breathes out a small chuckle, but remains facing away and carries on. “Maybe it’s because of that. Or maybe it’s because I’m still something that’s left of him.”

#the void given form #i slap this here bc it's half assed and i felt deranged just thinking abt this concept flkdsnfsfns

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