#but if i do im gonna spend the rest of the night in the corner of my room with my knife in hand

[luna0713hunter]

Late night talk

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : late night at Going Merry always makes you feel lonely. Fortunately,your new friend and crew mate is there to keep you company.

Warnings : slightly suggestive (?), mutual pinning and kissing!

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Nights at Going Merry,are hard to spend alone.

The feeling of gentle waves hitting the wooden surface,the cool breeze giving you a slight shiver as you lean against the railing and rest your head on your folded arms;makes you feel slightly lonely.

Maybe its because you've just recently joined the StrawHats crew;away from your hometown where you spent all your life in. You loved your family and friends,but you just couldn't let this opportunity slide. Not when Luffy extended his hand to you,and treated you like family, like someone who was talented and worth giving a chance.

And you wouldn't let go of that hand. No.

So you joined the StrawHats,in hopes of finding your own meaning of life, and help Luffy and everyone else to the journey of One Piece.

But still, everything was fairly new to you. Spending all your time on a ship with nothing but deep blue around you,with the company of people you just recently met;your captain a sweet guy,but kinda loud. Ussop the same as Luffy. Nami a great girl, but you were kinda shy around her. The new cook,Sanji,the sweetest guy but he was always busy in the kitchen where you didnt even dare to step a foot in. And your last Crew mate-

"what're you doing up so late?"

Zoro Roronoa

The guy you've been tiptoeing around since the very first second you laid your eyes on him. To say you had a crush was an understatement;you were hopelessly in love with the swordsman.

You give him a sheepish smile as you try to look anywhere expect his eyes.

"i- uh, couldn't sleep?"

Zoro merely stares at you before slowly making his way towards where you're standing. There's a bottle of wine in his hand as he adjusts his three swords on his hip and leans against the railing as well. He raises the bottle to his lips and glances at you from the corner of his eye.

"you want some?"

When you shake your head,he only shrugs.

"more for me."

he starts drinking,and you watch as his Adam's apple bob,you immediately look the other way when your heartbeat rises.

There was a damn reason as why you kept avoiding being alone with Zoro in the first place.

You couldn't keep the heat from spreading across your cheeks and neck;and your heart seemingly beating out of your chest.

it was no secret that Zoro wasnt a huge fan of talking either. The number of time where you managed to hold a conversation with the guy without him dozing off, barely reached five fingers. And your massive crush didn't help.

So you just stood there silently, listening to the sound of the ocean and Zoro downing the bottle of wine. The silence was so uncomfortable,you could feel the awkwardness in the air.

You just prayed to gods that Zoro would start a conversation.

"so,what kept you awake tonight?"

And gods seem to have nothing better to do tonight.

You dangle your arm from the side of the ship; watching as small droplets of water slightly soaking your fingers.

"i guess...i just miss my hometown."

At that,Zoro raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow ,and again,offers you the almost empty bottle of wine. At that,you let out a small giggle,cheeks flushing because he looks absolutely adorable.

"i dont wanna drink!"

"But you said you miss your hometown. That sounds like a good enough reason for a drink to me."

You merely shrug and grin at him

"guess im not as alcoholic as you are,oh the greatest swordsman alive."

Zoro rolls his eyes at you,and empties the rest of the wine before throwing the bottle in the ocean. You watch as it vanishes in the dark night,before a faint SPLASH is heard when it hits the water down below.

"Sanji's gonna be mad at you. You know he hates throwing trash in the ocean."

"you have any more trash on you then?"

And you laugh, carefree and happy. For a moment there,you seem to forget how lonely you felt not too long ago.

Because thats how Zoro was;he was a quiet man,but had the biggest heart you knew. He would always stay at the corner,but never once taking his eyes off of his friends.

And you were so damn lucky to have him by your side.

You gently bump your shoulder to his; slowly moving closer to his side.

"so why were you awake?"

He spares you a glance before look at another side.

"no reason."

"Zoro, c'mon. You take every chance you get to take a nap. You cant be awake for no reason."

You hear him huff annoyingly at you;the sound making you grin winder. And you do the best thing you know:

Annoy the shit out of him

You start with poking his bicep;trying not to drool at the way his muscles tense under your touch,before moving up to his cheek and increase the speek of your poking.

But you could only go for long,before suddenly Zoro's grabbing at your wrist,and with a smooth move pulls you toward him.

Where your faces are inches away,and you can feel his breath fanning on your skin

You swallow loudly, trying to pull back and put some distance between yourselves,but he holds on tight;not too tight to hurt,but enough to keep you in your place. He moves his face impossibly closer,and his warm lips brush against your heated cheeks.

"you dont wanna mess with me," he murmurs;his voice raw with something you can't put a finger on, "I'm a dangerous guy."

Maybe its the adrenaline in your veins,or maybe its because its late at night and nights always made you bolder. So you turn your head slightly so your nose in brushing against his cheekbone,and catch his eyes.

"and what if i like to play with danger?"

Zoro lets out a low chuckle;his eyes shifting to your lips and his hand slowly resting on your hip

"Then dont say i didnt warn ya."

And then his lips are on yours.

Your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you close;your hands finding their ways to his hard chest,and then around his neck to pull him in. Zoro lets out a groan,and his hold on you tightens more.

With one hand resting on your hip and the other traveling up and down your spine,he pulls away to let you breath for only a second before diving back in.

Because Zoro was always drunk,but your lips might be his favorite thing to get drunk on from now on

You dont know how much time has passes before you pull away;both of you panting heavily and Zoro places small kisses on your cheeks and temples.

"you didnt answer the question, y'know."

You feel him pause against your skin and you grin.

"what question?"

"why were you awake?"

Zoro groans but when you tug at his hair,he just hides his face in your neck and when he speaks next,you feel his lips touching your sensitive skin.

"saw you space out alot at dinner and then you didnt go to sleep. Didnt want to leave ya alone."

With the confession,your heart flutters and butterflies fill your stomach. You card your fingers through his green locks and move his face so you can plant a loving kiss on his lips.

"thank you,Zoro."

"the pleasure is all mine."

And when he kisses you next,its filled with laughter and happiness.

Nights at Going Merry,are hard to spend alone.

But when you kiss Zoro until the sunrise,you cant help but wish for it to last longer.

If it meant to spend it with your love, you'll gladly wait for skies to turn dark.

#zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #opla x reader #opla zoro x reader #one piece live action x reader

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I love horror movies.

But I have extreme anxiety.

No seriously it's so bad that just looking through the horror titles on Netflix is spooking me.

But I love horror movies!

But I live alone.

So. You see my problem.

#i need to get into a better sleep schedule but i havent been able to sleep at all lately #ive been exhausted but when i lay down to try to sleep i just cant do it #so ive been staying up hella late #i want to watch a horror movie. so much #but if i do im gonna spend the rest of the night in the corner of my room with my knife in hand #i wish i could just sleep #but i lay down and i feel exhausted but i cant. sleep. #my theory is that i miss having someone to fall asleep next to #i just got back from workinf at a summer camp #at first i lived alone. sleeping happened but it wasnt super easy #then a friend moved in with me and it became so much easier to sleep #we fell asleep at the same time so it was like someone was holding me to a bedtime #i felt safer with someone there #idk i think a presence makes it easier and happier to sleep #now im back to living alone. but now its in an apartment #so i dont feel quite as safe or. idk. #im exhausted and i just want to watch a damn horror movie but im lonely and easily spooked #the loneliness is hitting me really bad tho seriously i think its a big problem #the last time i had a real conversation with someone was on Sunday #since then ive only talked to a barista to order my coffee. and i did that twice #no phone calls. barely any texts. the depression is hitting bad. oh shit now that i think about it yeah. oh boy. oh this isnt good #i need to talk to someone posthaste before i go fucking insane #im going back to work on friday but. idk. i miss people. connection. living with someone. someone to fall ssleep next to #god im lonely okay bye #gonna go try to watch a horror movie

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi hi babe!!!!

Ugh I'm so happy that you're request inbox is open hehe cause you know me

So I have a thot and was wondering if you could whip something up for me based on the lyrics of art deco by the one and only lana

(A little party never hurt no one

Not you and me

A little party never hurt no one

We were born to be free)

With of course Matty and some smut with it please? Love you babe 💗💗💗

my pumpkin hi!! okay so I got a little sidetracked and kinda went off course a bit, I sorta based the beginning part literally of those lyrics, and kinda did a bit of an age gap, I know im sorry!! couldn’t help myself, but suits bc it’s our queen, lana, right?? I made it a little longer than planned, but only bc I love you. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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friday’s

matt murdock x f!reader

word count: 1240

warnings: 18+ readers only!! mention of an age gap, cunnilingus. mdni

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As you're a little younger than Matt - a few substantial years younger - you were in different phases of your lives, nothing drastic. You just liked to spend your weekends getting blackout drunk at the nearest club, whereas your boyfriend, Matt, enjoyed a quiet night in with a takeout dinner. 

When your free time coincides- usually weekends, you'd spend time together. You'd take turns to pick said activity, allowing for a fair game. Considering you picked last weekend, it was now Matt's turn to choose, and to no surprise, it was the same as all the other countless weekends. 

You're both sprawled out on the sofa, laying lazily against each other after your overindulgence from the local Chinese restaurant, cartons cluttering the coffee table. You peek up to look at Matt, a subtle smile on your face as you rest your chin on his chest. "Wanna go out?" 

"Out? Sweetheart, we just ate," he grins in his usual way, shaking his head in amusement. "Don't you think it's a little late?" he asks, entertaining you.

"Never too late," you perk up, an excited smile on your face. "That's not a 'no'. Come on, a little party never hurt no one."

"No, sweetheart," he chuckles, tightening his grip as if to pull you back to him. "It's my turn, remember?"

"You’re so boring," you mumble, prodding his ribs with a pointed finger.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he plays along, teasing you. "Was I too hard on you?"

You hum in agreement, trailing over his chest with a featherlight touch. "Yeah. Uncalled for." 

"That so?" he asks, his voice low and quiet, almost like he was trying to lure you. 

“Mh-hm," you nod, still playful as you sit up, slipping from his grasp. "I think I'm going to sit in the other room now."

Matt catches on instantly- well, he knew from the start, but he'd never admit that to you. He found it endearing when you thought you could trick him, how your heart jumps a few beats when you tease him or how your breathing quickens when you lie. He knew you well, and he knew these teasing mind games you loved to play- every single one.

And right now, you were playing his favourite one of all. The one where you pout and pretend to be in a mood to get what you want. It was always harmless and playful on your behalf, never any intended malice. You enjoyed how he'd hang onto what you say and anticipate what you want, like you had him around wrapped around your finger.

Though, it was often more than that. You liked to work Matt up, get him so bothered that he had to do something about it- do something to you about it. But sometimes, you forgot who Matt is. And as much as he loved to be teased by you, there was only so much he could take, especially with a rock hard cock between his legs. 

"I think you want to stay in," he smiles down at you, the corners of his pretty lips twitching with suggestive thought. 

"No, I wanna go out," you lie, protesting your non-existent ground. "I can just call my friends if you're not gonna give me what—"

A firm yet gentle tap on the ass cuts you off. "Are you telling me I don't give you what you want?" Matt faintly asks, adjusting himself so you are in his place, your back against the couch with him hovering atop. "Do I not give you what you want?" he whispers, closing the space between you, grazing your lips with his own. "Is that true, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you pathetically oppose once more, shamelessly lying to a blind catholic. 

He tuts, lingering against your lips before pulling away, teasing you the way you do him. "Okay then." He nods, slowly lifting himself from you.

You snake your arms around Matt's neck, pulling and guiding him back to you. "No— no, okay, okay, okay," you mutter, speaking rushed. "I lied… I lied," you whisper, speaking just as whiney and pathetically as earlier. You shimmy your hips, adjusting to wrap your legs around him, your knees hugging his hips. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry I lied."

He coos, a subtle proud smile slapped on his face. "I thought so," he lowers back to you and hesitantly brushes over your lips, making you wait for it.

Matt finally encaptures them, working over them with slight vigour. One hand settles on your waist, the other around your throat, guiding you and deepening the kiss.

He parts from your swollen lips, trailing a hurried line of brash kisses along your jaw and down the base of your throat, his hand pawing at your lounge shirt, eagerly trying to rid the fabric. He succeeds, hastily removing the garment over your head, his mouth immediately attaching to your bare chest, lazily licking over your stiffened nipples.

He slides down you, trailing sloppy kisses between the valley of your tits and down your stomach, halting when he reaches the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He lingers soft, flutter-like kisses over your abdomen- ones that mimic the feeling in your lower belly. 

His focus lowers, as does his roughened palm- fingers grazing over your hips until they snake into the band of fabric, easing the loungewear down and over your thighs, all the way off your ankles. 

"Perfect," he mutters against your warm and exposed thigh, trailing a string of kisses up to the crease, pausing when he reaches the outline of your underwear. "I think we should stop here— call it a night." He teases, speaking softly against your covered pussy, almost whispering to it. 

"Matt," you warn, fingers digging into the swole of his shoulders. "Don't do that. It's not funny."

"It is," he chuckles into the pool of sweetness between your legs, the action making you twitch. "Needy little thing, hm?"

"Shut up," you reply breathlessly, winding your hips into his face, desperately trying to refocus him. "Please," you pant, playing with his hair, guiding him back to where you want him. "Come on."

Another amused chuckle slips past his lips before he finally slips down the wet piece of fabric that is your underwear. He adjusts his weight, stomach pressed flat against the sofa as he nestles his face between your legs, his arms hooking around your thighs.

He lightly exhales over your sensitive nub, breathing over it before eventually caving in, delicately kissing around the touch-starved mound. His movements are slow and confident as he trails over your folds, briefly sucking on them before continuing lower. He knew his way around a pussy, and wanted you to soak up every single tingle he was making you feel.

He lays his tongue flat against you, slowly licking up through your slit as if to savour your flavour on his tongue. "Taste so pretty, sweetheart," he hazily praises, his words loose and sluggish as he delves deeper into you, mumbling into your folds about how good you taste, already drunk off you.

Matt leisurely swipes over you, kissing and nibbling your cunt like he had all the time in the world- and maybe he did. Maybe he wanted to work you up and make you pay for all your teasing and petty games. And maybe, just maybe, this was his idea of spending the weekend together- Chinese food and cunnilingus on the couch. 

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this is so shit omg, I got bored reading and editing it🙃I don’t think I did your idea justice babe!?

matt taglist: @hailey-murdock @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky @readerhead @thegreengoop @charmedkim @queerponcho @selfryed

#request #this is fucking ass omg #matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock imagine #matthew murdock smut #matthew murdock #matthew murdock x you #daredevil

[chuuyasheaven]

Request; @imalittlebitlovedrunk ->“can you do 10 + 15 w/ nikolai ?? , they/them pronouns please :)”

Prompt/Number; 10: “You taste fuckin’ sweet, y’know that?” / 15: “You look so good in this dress, you'll look better when i rip it off of you, angel.”

Summary; Nikolai stops you from having a night out with your friends! <3

Warnings; Dom!Nikolai, sub!afab!Reader (they/them), teasing, fingering, Petnames, smudged make up, dacryphilia, etc.

Notes (from me); This may be ooc!Nikolai so yea, Enjoy! 💖 (update: HOW DID I JUST NOW FIND OUT HOW TO DO THIS SMALL FONT??? IM SO DISAPOINTED IN MYSELF..)

“Hey, dove! Wanna do some-”, Nikolai stopped talking the second he saw you.

You were standing in front of a mirror, applying lipstick, in the most beautiful dress he’s ever seen.

I mean, how could a dress capture your waist so perfectly?

“Oh, what’s the occasion, dear?”, Nikolai asked while looking at you, waiting for your response.

“I’m going out with my friends, Kolya. I’ll probably be away for an hour or two.”, you said, fixing your hair before leaving the bedroom.

Nikolai just watched you leave, then he ran after you because he realized you were leaving. (He’s so silly 😋)

Just when you reached the door, Nikolai catches up to you.

As he was blocking the door, you looked with slight confusion.

“Kolya, could you please move? I’m gonna be late.”, “But, dove, i want a goodbye! You didn’t think i was gonna let you leave without giving me a kiss?”, you sighed as you kissed him quick on the lips.

“Come on! Give me a kiss filled with love!”, Nikolai pouted, you did as he pleased.

You kissed him, longer than last time. Nikolai didn’t let go, while you waited for him to.

When you tried, he pulled you back by your chin. You saw no other way of getting out, so you had no choice but to leave him be.

As deeper the kiss got, you cared less. Nikolai moved you both to corner you on the wall. Now his hand was moving down to grab your leg, Nikolai lifted it to level his waist.

Finally, you parted your lips, a string of saliva connected your lips.

Catching your breath, Nikolai smirked as he noticed that this kiss smudged your lipstick.

That’s when he went down on your collarbone, leaving lipstick stains.

“N-nikolai, i have to go-”, “Fuck your friends, darling. You should spend this night with me instead. Besides, you look pretty in this dress, yes, but you’ll look better when I’ll rip it off of you. ”

You wanted to protest, but you felt your dress lifting up to your waist. With his skilled hand, Nikolai moved his hand back down gently, until he got to your panties.

He pulled them down, seeing you’re slightly wet.

“Oh my! Dove, you didn’t think of going out like this, right? It would be hard of not thinking of me, hm? Should i do anything about it or do you still wanna go out? It’s your decision.”, you looked away in embarrassment, making him even more amused.

“I assume you pick the first option? Don’t worry, dear, you can tell me.”, you were late anyways- would it really matter if you miss it once? Okay, just pull yourself together.

“..Please, f-fuck me, Kolya-”, you halfway finished your sentence and his two fingers were drilling into you.

In scissor motion too, he knew how crazy this makes you go. (But not crazier than him)

Anyway, he was pumping his digits in ‘n’ out of your cunt. Just when he pumped them out that last time, he took them out to taste your sweet slick.

“God, you taste so fuckin’ sweet, y’know that, dove?”, Nikolai then started taking off his undergarments, excited to see his cock, you got even wetter.

You let your head rest on his shoulder when he entered your pussy, with no problems. Geez, how were you so wet?

While he was entering though, you accidentally bit him, leaving a hickey.

Not that he cares, infact, he loved it.

This motivated him to start moving, since he was getting you ready earlier, it made you already sensitive.

Nikolai picked up the speed, desperate for his release. Not noticing that it was way to much for you. He noticed when he felt something wet on his shoulder, were you crying?

Indeed, you were.

Nikolai was overstimulating you, when you you couldn’t take anymore, the tears flowed. Not because of pain, it was because of the overwhelming pleasure you received from him.

Which was why you came faster than you normally would. You looked up to face Nikolai, he picked up his pace even more. Was he getting off from you crying because of his cock?

“Fuck! I’m close, dove..just keep on clinging on me like t-that!”, Nikolai moaned.

Just like he said, he came.

When you tried to control your breathing again, Nikolai rested his head on your shoulder.

“So, what about round two in the bedroom, darling? We still have the whole night, right?”

This was rushed, but i actually like this one! 🥳

#nikolai gogol smut #bsd s4 #nikolai x reader #nikolai smut #bungo stray dogs nikolai

[looseratinthegarage]

HIII hiii idk if you have doen this yet but can you write a lil thing abt a first kiss with the slashers?? i love your writing sm and. i kinda binge read Almost everything

First kiss with the slashers

Omg my heart is melting, i'm so honored that you like my writing T^T and I’m so glad you suggested this! I’ve been wanting to write it and you’re a great motivation! I don’t know which slashers you want so im gonna do Michael and Thomas, if you want to see others please let me know! I’d be happy to write more of this!!!! I really enjoy fulfilling requests <3

Tw: This one is a bit nsfw, but its just kissing!

Thomas

•Oh my goodness, your first kiss with Thomas was so cute and sweet!!!

•You were sitting on his bed taking a break from chores and talking. Poor thomas was so hot that he really wanted to take off his mask, but he was afraid of scaring you away, that you’d see him as a monster…

•Once his mask was set aside, your mouth fell slightly agape. He initially panicked, thinking the worst he quickly went for his mask, but you stopped his hand. You carefully crawled up onto his lap to get a better view of his face.

•You place your hands on either side of his face and lean in, he froze, a mixture of shock and his natural shyness. He begin kissing back quickly, once he process what's happening that is. He places his hand at the back of your neck and pulls you impossibly closer.

•You pull away, embarrassed and bright red, you begin appologizing and stuttering like mad. He isn’t good with words, so instead he pulls you in for another gentle kiss to show you its okay.

•You can hear fake gagging noises from the doorway, both of you spin around, a blushing mess to see who it is, though you both knew before you looked. There Hoyt stood with the most disgusted face.

• “You both have work to do, quitmessing around!”

•you both nod and awkwardly look away from him as he stomps away. When you look back at eachother, you both are blushing messes

•Just know if Hoyt ever messes with you and tommy about being romantic, just tell Mamma Luda Mae, she’ll handle it, Hoyt will spend a night sleeping on the porch :)

Michael RZ

•He would be very aggressive about it but he has sweet intentions

•Your first kiss would most likely happen 1 of 2 ways

•The first way would be on a movie night! You set out all the snacks and sweet treats for the both of you. He’ll take his mask off so he can eat and watch at the same time, if he rolled up his mask every five seconds to eat his vision would be pretty hindered.

•He’s pretty cute when it comes to horror movies, especially gory ones. When an intense moment comes on he’ll cover your face with his large hand, even if you tell him your okay with it! But if you tell him you actually enjoy it he’ll pause, and possibly get a boner- put your murder boner away!

•you rest your head on his shoulder, and that has him melting. He’ll slowly turn to face you, thinking you did something wrong you quickly sit up and go to apologize. What you didn’t expect was him to grab your shirt and pull you in for an unpracticed rough kiss.

•He pulled you to his chest and the movie was quickly forgotten. I think we all know Michael is very handsy, he’d grab your butt and squeeze, not too hard though, making you gasp into the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

•You both pull away for air, your eyes are wide and a string of spit connecting the both of you. He’d pull you in and rest his head in the crook of your neck, he’ll stay there for hours if you let him <3

•The second way is if a victim got to you…

•He’s on his usual hunt, but the victim ran into his house after a long chase. You were inside and jumped at seeing a bloody figure that wasn't Michael. They caught on pretty quickly to why you were there and cornered you.

•He wrapped his hands around your throat and began to squeeze. You choked and clawed at his arms, you screamed desperately for Michael with your limited air to come save you, ironic isn't it?

• “That freak killed my girlfriend! So I'll kill his little toy!”

•Blood suddenly sprayed all over your face as the hands around your neck loosen significantly until they fall. A large hand pushes the body to the left, making it fall with a thud. You look up and see a comforting sight, but for the first time, you saw something different in his eyes. Michael looked scared, honestly scared. You thought you’d never see the day.

•He pulls you in and looks you over for any wounds, once satisfied he delicately lifts your chin and leans down. Fireworks go off in your head once your lips connect, he becomes rly soft and gentle when worried about you T^T <3

#horror #slashers #slasher community #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #friday the 13th #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt #halloween #jason voorhees #michael myers #rob zombie michael myers #slashers x reader #thomas brown hewitt #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #predator x reader #rz michael myers #freddy krueger #michael myers x reader #nightmare on elm street #scream #slasher #yautja x reader

[ghostphobic]

what if reader knew a little how to surf? and, when surfer!abby finds out, they start playing and fighting in the water and then their heads collide, giggling and all, and their lips are so close.. 😞🫂

this is soooo insanely late im so sorry anon ive had sooo much going on skmfkg... BUTTTT ur a geniussss omg. i hope i did ur idea justice ! i think reader is definitely the type to fake being completely clueless about surfing just to get a little extra hands on time with abby.

it's not like you're a prodigy or anything, you really only know the absolute bare minimum— how to stand up and how to balance for a few seconds, but it's not like you're able to do either of those things for long on an actual wave.

abby had offered to teach you the basics one night, and who were you to tell her no? she'd started her lessons with you on the sand, instructing you on where to put your hands and your feet on somewhere solid ground before she took you into the water. her hands on your waist, arms, and occasionally your legs to help you position yourself better. it had all been apart of your master plan, but that doesn't mean heat hadn't risen to your cheeks at every touch and little "there you go. i knew you could do it." that leaves her mouth.

after about a half an hour of teaching you on the sand, she finally decides to take it into the water. "it's probably gonna be a bit harder in the water, but i know you'll pick it up in no time." she says, an encouraging smile on her face. her unwavering support almost makes you feel bad.

almost.

you paddle out just a bit into the water with her swimming alongside you. "alright. why don't you try standing up?" she says, swimming back just enough to give you space.

you already know how to do this. palms on the board, push yourself up in something that resembles a plank, bring your back foot forward so it's aligned with your knee, then bring your other knee forward to rest in between your arms, and stand.

you do it easily, not struggling in the slightest. you turn to look at abby, wondering why she's quiet instead of cheering you on for getting it on your "first try". you're met with her staring at you— brows furrowed, eyes flickering with amusement, and the corner of her mouth tilted up in the beginning of a smile.

"what?" you ask.

"you've known how to do this the whole time haven't you?"

"miss anderson, im afraid i don't know what you mean."

"a pretty girl being so obsessed with me that she has me teach her things she already knows how to do, just so she can spend a little time with me? and i thought my ego couldn't get any bigger." the tilt at the corner of her mouth has morphed into a shit-eating grin.

her ego really can't get any bigger, but she'd be lying if she said her heart didn't feel like it was about to start beating out of her chest right now.

"oh you little—" you start, but before you can finish your sentence she's pushed you off the board and into the water.

you don't immediately pop back up, which causes her to worry. just when she's about to call your name, she feels your hands grip her legs and pull her underwater.

she opens her eyes to look at you under the water, and though you can't make many facial expressions because you're trying to hold your breath, she doesn't miss the amused look in your eyes.

she tries to swim back up, but your legs have locked around hers in an effort to keep her under. she points up the surface and you shake your head, tapping yourself on the arm as if to say 'tap out and i'll let you go.'

her stubbornness level is high right now but her need to take a breath is even higher, so she taps your arm and you immediately let go.

she swims up first and you're right behind her. both of you inhale largely when you reach the surface, but that's followed up by both of you breaking out in laughter.

your hands are on each other's arms and shoulders, an unconscious gesture that can only be chalked up to a mutual 'i'm okay. are you okay?' you don't realize just how close your faces are to each other until the laughter dies down, and suddenly you're both very serious.

the moment is perfect. the moon is full and bright tonight, the water is calm, and there's nobody on the shore. abby doesn't know whether you're going to kiss her or she's going to kiss you. when she sees that you look incredibly nervous she decides to take the reigns, lips pressing against yours.

it's not an overly long kiss nor is there anything sexual to it, it's soft and intimate and it causes both of your hearts to pound against your chest. and it's enough for both of you to realize just how much you both like each other without going too fast all at once.

"you know," you say as the two of you part. "i think you're a major hypocrite."

"how so?" she asks, voice filled with amusement.

"maybe i did lie today to spend time with you, but that was just once." her brows furrow a bit as you push yourself away from her just a little bit. "at least i haven't been paying for smoothies i don't like just because the pretty worker recommended them."

you don't wait for her reaction and immediately start swimming back to the shore, completely oblivious to the way she's staring at you in disbelief.

'son of a bitch...' is her final thought before she starts swimming after you.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x you #abby anderson / reader #abby anderson ff #abby the last of us #anon ask #surfer!abby

[seakicker]

juju please I am begging for the nastiest shadow creature xiao you can manage I want him to be so selfish and impulsive that he doesn't know what he's doing and I just know you can cook something so delectable up for us if you get inspiration and im gonna think about it for hours

the NASTIEST? oh boy... it's been a while since we've discussed shadow xiao so perhaps i'm a little rusty with his lore and my ideas for him, but there's no time like the present to get reacclimated to old ideas!

under a cut for nonconsensual somno. creampie, cheating/NTR, and degradation below as well; afab + gn reader

well, NTR always carries the idea of "selfishness" quite nicely in my mind. i like the idea of reader having a boyfriend that shadow xiao just loathes and goes out of his way to inconvenience whenever possible— knocking drinks over on him, locking him out of his car, really just little petty 'pranks' that have him wondering if your house is cursed... to which you jokingly reply that you don't feel it is. you may now pause here to soak in the dramatic irony. anyways, xiao has plotted more... sinister crimes, but he's saving those for when the moment really calls for them.

honestly, xiao's rage towards your boyfriend burns so brightly it threatens to shake the cohesiveness of his invisible appearance. whenever your boyfriend comes over to hang out with you for a little while, xiao watches from one of the corners of the ceiling with an expression so vengeful he thinks you should be thankful he's invisible... for the most part. the peaks of his knuckles glow a dull green when he clenches his fists by his sides, the tip of his nose glows the same shade whenever his face scrunches up in frustration, and the ends of his hair flare with a burst of energy when he quietly scoffs and looks away from the disgusting scene before him. keeping himself completely invisible already occupies the vast majority of xiao's cognitive capacity, and the task seems all the more daunting whenever he's this... emotional.

so, whenever your boyfriend chooses to head back home rather than spend the night with you, xiao opts to take his rage out on you. it's only fair, right? you're the reason why he's like this in the first place— if you weren't stupid enough to dismiss all of xiao's little advances as sheer happenstance or coincidence, he wouldn't be this frustrated. no, reader, the little indents and teeth marks you wake up with are not sudden surprises from your boyfriend that you had simply never noticed, they're fresh from xiao and, frankly, he's pretty pissed you had the audacity to credit your boyfriend with them rather than their true creator. he spends a lot of time biting up your thighs and ripping your panties off, so to have his work dismissed as "oops, i guess i snagged a rip in my panties while i was asleep" is a pretty rude occurrence. he doesn't spend his evenings pounding you silly while you rest so soundly only for you to giddily whimper your boyfriend's name instead during the act— you should be dreaming about xiao since he's right in front of you, you know. isn't it a little rude to moan another man's name during sex?

he supposes he'll have to up the ante a little— maybe he'll slip into your mouth while your boyfriend's busy railing you from behind? maybe he'll partake in his usual evening activities while your boyfriend's sleeping besides you? anything to stake his claim on you while the idiot he's working at getting rid of is right there beside you.

#the return of the shadow creature xiao au #cw somnophilia #cw ntr #cw cheating #afab reader #xiao x reader #xiao smut #shadow xiao #juju bakery #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #alatus x reader #alatus smut

[hopefulromances]

HI UMMM listening to timeless (taylors version) (from the vault) and it is SO jamie coded omg. could you maybe write something with him and this song?? sorry im obsessed with sntv and when i was listening to the album again this morning timeless is so jamie omg

OKAY DON'T MIND IF I GET CARRIED AWAY.

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"Okay, I'll see you home for dinner, yeah?" You said into the phone as you walked down the street. "I'm like 10 minutes out."

"Sure thing," Jamie answered. You could hear the clattering and sounds of metal on wood, assuming Jamie was cooking something up for dinner. "You're gonna love this just wait."

As you rounded the corner to your street, you saw a sign outside of an antique shop.

'Photos 25 cents!'

"I'm sure I will, Jaim," you replied, vacantly to him. Something about the pictures was calling to me. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you wanted to go see them. "See you soon?"

"Sure thing, babe, Love you!'

"Love you, too!" You hung up the phone and entered the shot. It was an antique shop you'd passed a thousand times before but never gone in. You glanced at your watch, you had time.

The bell chimed as you walked in and you waved to the shop owner. You walked over to the box you saw in the window and saw it was full of old photos. Black and white color, photos of a 30s bride and her husband, a couple on the porch of their house. You picked one up of a man in uniform hugging his bride. The photos felt so familiar as you looked at them and in an instant they came to life in your head.

1944

"You come back to me Jamie Tartt, you here me?" You demand, tearfully as you hugged him.

"There is nothing that could stop me from coming home to you," He assured you, holding the back of your head to him. "I think God himself would be afraid of your wrath."

You giggled, closing your eyes tightly. "Well, he should be." You pulled back, keeping your arms around his neck as you looked between his eyes. The war was raging through Europe and Jamie was doing the right thing by joining them, but your heart hurt to say goodbye to him, especially not knowing if he would make it back. "You better write to me."

"Everyday," he promised, squeezing your sides. "I'll think of you everyday, always."

A honk from the street alerted the two of you that it was time for Jamie to go. Your eyes welled up with tears and your lip began to tremble.

"Hey, hey," Jamie cooed, bringing a thumb to wipe your tears away. "We're gonna be okay, yeah?"

You didn't trust yourself to talk so you just nodded. He smiled at you, then leaned in to kiss you. It was a sweet kiss, a goodbye kiss, and you tried to muster as much love into it at you could. Then you pushed him away from you, knowing that if you didn't you would never let go.

"Go win the war, baby," you instructed, biting your lip.

He gave you a salute and was off.

You blinked and were back in the present. The memory felt so real that you realized there was a tear on your own cheek. You wiped it away and put the photo back in the box.

The next one that caught your eye was a couple in a driveway, holding hands. You looked on the back where the date said 1958. They looked like they were dressed up going to prom or homecoming or whatever other high school event.

You made you chuckle to yourself thinking about the first time you met Jamie. Keely had set the two of you up on a blind date for some Richmond Charity event. When he picked you up, you were shocked to see if was the famous Jamie Tartt, but you quickly realized why she'd chosen him.

He was kind and funny, and a little cheeky too which you liked. He matched your wit and challenged your social scene by encouraging you out of your comfort zone. It only took that one night for you to realize that Jamie was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Next to the box was an old book, covered in cobwebs. You picked it up and blew the dust off of it. As you flipped through the pages, you gathered that it was an old romance about a couple torn apart by their familys. The girl was forced to marry another man but she ran away to be with her one true love.

1568

You raced down the steps of the castle, bag in hand. You had to move swiftly to escape your parents. In the morning, you were to be wed to the prince of some foreign country where you would be forced to move to. But you didn't love that prince. You loved Jamie. A knight of your kingdom. You were sworn to him as he was sworn to you.

Jamie was waiting for you outside. Waiting to take you off into the night where you would never be heard from again. You couldn't get your feet to move fast enough knowing he was waiting for you just outside.

Finally you made it outside. But Jamie wasn't there. Fear rushed through you. What if he had been caught? What if he didn't truly love you? What if he-

You didn't get to finish your thoughts when he finally appeared from the tree line. You rushed to him and he caught you in his arms tightly.

"Oh, Jamie," you cried, throwing your arms around his neck. "I thought you had forgotten me."

He held you tightly, chuckling into your shoulder. "Forget you? I could never." He let go and grabbed your hand. "We must go now, before we are caught."

You held the book open to the illustration of the couple running off hand in hand. This place was timeless. Moments in time from throughout the ages of love. Love that you knew now with Jamie. You grabbed the book and the box of photos and took it to the counter.

Jamie was worried. He'd finished up dinner around 5 minutes ago and you still weren't home. It wasn't like you to be late, especially when he'd just talked to you 15 minutes ago. He checked his phone, no text from you. He was just about to call you when he heard your key in the door.

"(Y/N)? What took you so long?" he called going to greet you at the door. He was surprised to see you holding a big box in your hands as you struggled through the door. "What on earth is that?"

He came over to take the box from you so you could open the door.

"Jamie!" you exclaimed, excitedly. "Look what I found!"

He looked in the box. It was a bunch of photos of other people.

"What am I looking at?"

"Jamieeee..." You sighed grabbing his arm and taking him to the table. You took the box out of his hand and placed it down, beginning to go through the contents. "They're photos of peoples lives! There's photos in here from the 30s." Jamie waited for you to make a point. "Ugh, just... just look."

You took the photo of the couple in the drive way. He took it and squinted to see it better. He refused to get glasses no matter how much you insisted. You rolled your eyes and pointed at it.

"Doesn't it look like us? From the first night?"

Jamie's eyes softened as he realized what you were saying.

"Yeah... it does," he concurred, looking over at you. You grinned and started pulling out different photos.

"They're all photos of people in love. And this book!" You grabbed the book and held it up for him. "This book about forbidden romance and people willing to do anything to stay together.

Jamie smiled at you. You were so excited to show him this stuff. Even if it didn't make complete sense to him, it made you happy, and that made him happy.

"It just... it made me think about us," you said, softly, looking over the photos. "People have been writing and showing pepole their love just like us for centuries!" You looked up at Jamie and say his smile. Soft, and sweet, loving. You took a shaky breath, overwhelmed by your love for him. "It just shows that we would've found each other no matter what. We would've been timeless."

Jamie moved the box aside and wrapped you up in his arms, kissing you deeply. You gasped, but threw your own arms around his shoulders. You held on tightly to him, as if he was your life line.

He broke away from you, leaning his forehead on yours. "I love you, so much, you know that?" You nodded, blushing. "I love that you brought me these photos and this book to show me how much you love me. I love that you think that we're timeless. I just... love you."

You kissed him again. "Anything for you, Jaim."

He grinned at you again, squeezing your sides. "Now, lets eat this dinner and you can show me some more photos yeah?"

You nodded hasilty. He walked off into the kitchen to plate your meals but left you with a stupid smile on your face as you watched him. You had your own timeless romance. And one day, years from now, you would have your own box of photographs that someone could use to show their lover romance. Because the two of you were timeless.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso #ted lasso show #jamie tartt fanfiction

[agonyaster]

mm more depot agent fanfic inspired by the lovely @pigdemonart’s work. one day im gonna write something for all of them i love em too much

ao3 link

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“Gooood morning everyone!” Emmet greets, waltzing into the meeting room five minutes late like nothing’s wrong.

Isadore resists the urge to grind his teeth as his boss sinks down into the chair next to his brother at the head of the table, setting down a cup of coffee for his twin. Ingo doesn’t even respond, hand propping up his head as he snores genty. There’s a sticky note with a frowny face doodled on it stuck to his forehead, and Isadore would bet his entire paycheck that Jackie put it there.

Emmet peels the sticky note off and snaps his fingers under his brother’s nose until he startles awake. He blinks blearily, and after spending a few moments in and out of consciousness, Ingo reaches for the coffee in front of him.

Someone stands and clears their throat, smiling politely at the employees gathered. Isadore recognizes them— Bailey from one of the managerial departments. Good work ethic. Low confidence. Lactose intolerant. 

“Well, uhm, now that we’re all here, I do have a few things to say on behalf of the pokémon managerial department before we get started.” They cast a glance towards the bosses. “If that’s alright with you two?”

They give a matching set of thumbs ups.

“Perfect! Okay, as I’m sure some of you know already, checkups for some of the pokémon managed by the station have just wrapped up. Things went really well, but one of our Manectric isn’t permitted to keep battling for health reasons.” Their hands fidget with the cuffs of their shirt. “We’ve already started training an Electrike to take her place and he’s just gotten cleared by the vet, so we’re full steam ahead!”

The twins snicker at that. Furze downright cackles.

“But since Manectric is retiring, she can’t really stay with the station.” From the corner of his eye, Isadore watches as Furze starts to draw a train on Ingo’s discarded sticky note. “So like we do with all other retiring pokémon, we just wanted to put a word out there that if anyone’s interested in taking her in to let us know!”

Bailey clears their throat awkwardly. “No pressure, of course! Miss Indira’s got connections and nice places for her to stay but… you know. Like to keep it local, if we can.

“Caroline’s planning to send out an email with details and everything but, uhm, we’d really appreciate it if you could get the word out to your departments. Our announcements always end up in spam folders and no one’s gotten around to fixing it yet.”

A few moments of silence pass.

“Thanks for listening, I guess I’ll just hand it off to you guys.” Bailey sinks back down into their chair and the twins pop up like a two-headed jack in the box.

The rest of the meeting goes… fine. As well as it can go with such inefficient people at the helm. Furze filled up the entire sticky note— back and front— after five minutes, and had moved onto the backs of his hands.

His shift was tolerable, a few challengers, but none that made it past the bosses. When Cameron came in and heard about the Manectric he started to cry, which was incredibly foolish. Cameron didn’t even use any of the station’s Manectric.

When he clocks out for the night, his eyes linger on the flier someone’s posted in the break room about the whole Manectric situation. When he gets home, all Isadore can think about is the grayed-out icon of Manectric on the storage system.

That night, he dreams of fur sharp as needles and affectionate nuzzles that left his hand numb.

He wakes up early the next morning and begrudgingly fills out the paperwork. It’s better not to fight it. Having to leave for work even earlier than normal is an unwelcome change to his schedule, but it’s tolerable.

“Isadore! It’s great to see you!” Kasey, accounting. Myopic. Bad temper. Youngest of four siblings. “What brings you down here?”

“I need to meet with Caroline.”

“You pass her office so much on your way down to HR, I’m sure you already know the way.”

He ignores the comment and makes his way down the hallway, stopping in front of Caroline’s door and knocking sharply. There’s a muffled sound of movement on the other side, and then someone opens the door.

“Hey there! What can I help you with?” Caroline smiles brightly and waves him in. 

Isadore doesn’t bother to sit down. “I’m here to talk about the Manectric. I’m interested in taking her in.”

“Oh! Perfect!” She settles down at her desk and starts rummaging through the drawers of her desk. “There’s a few forms I’m gonna have you fill out but-”

“There’s no need for that.” He sets the completed paperwork down on the desk, and she stares at it with wide eyes.

Caroline reaches out and flips through it, scanning the pages. “Well, you just made my job a whole lot easier.” She drums her fingers on her desk. “It’ll take a few days to go through processing and background checks— it’s policy, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll be sure to contact you once everything is cleared, of course.”

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The next time Isadore sees Caroline, she’s grinning from ear to ear and waving a fistful of papers above her head. It doesn’t take long to sign the last form and officially transfer ownership, so he goes home with Manectric’s pokéball tucked into his pocket. 

Night one is uneventful; she spends the first half hour wandering around the apartment, smelling everything he owns. Then, after scarfing down dinner, she proceeds to make a beeline for the bathroom and hops into the tub, settling down for a nap.

The next morning, she doesn’t want to do much after having breakfast, so Isadore leaves for work without much worry. He should have worried. 

Isadore comes home to an apartment covered in stuffing. Manectric barks at him in greeting, fluff hanging out the corner of her mouth, and goes back to ripping at the couch cushion.

He bends down, screams into one of his (decimated) pillows, composes himself, and starts to pick up the mess. 

She’s still bouncing off the walls once he’s finished, and after a walk in which she almost dislocates his shoulder, Isadore’s setting up a baby gate in the kitchen and feeling thoroughly ridiculous.

Turns out, Manectric are very adept at jumping. He learns that when he comes home to Manectric in the middle of the living room and a toasted bedspread. Dragons, he should’ve removed Overheat from her moveset as soon as she came home.

But it’s fine, things are fine. He replaces her more dangerous moves with things like Protect and Thunder Wave before she can take down the power in the whole complex with a Volt Switch, accepts that the bedspread is a lost cause and throws it out, and goes for a walk even longer than the one last night. His shoulder aches, but it’s a small price to pay.

The next morning, Isadore tries his best to shove down his anxiety when he leaves for work. He’s grateful that the trashcan is tucked away into a drawer— he doesn’t think he could stomach having to clean a mess like that up. 

A voice in the back of his head that sounds like his inay tells him to just leave Manectric in her pokéball. It’s tempting, but something stops him. It just wouldn’t be fair to leave a pokémon who’s used to battling every day stuck in her pokéball all day.

Isadore spends all of his lunch break reading articles on how to fix these behavioral problems. Every one of them advises battling to get rid of excess energy but she can’t and Jackie makes fun of him for being on his phone and he comes back home to his books all over the floor some of them in multiple pieces—

It’s fine. He’s fine. He’ll make it through this. He didn’t even like Huckleberry Finn that much and this is just an excuse to throw it out without feeling bad. There’s already an HR complaint stewing in the back of his head that he can submit later to get back at Jackie. 

Tossing a tennis ball down the hallway, he deliberates on how to handle the whole… situation. Living like this isn’t an option— he won’t have an apartment to come back to at this rate and putting Manectric in her pokéball nearly every day would be cruel.

Manectric trots back over, tennis ball in her mouth, and Isadore’s struck with a thought. It isn’t an idea he particularly likes, but it’s the only option he has.

So the next day at work, he stakes out the break room until Ramses comes in for his morning coffee. When he finally does, Isadore descends upon him.

“Isadore! How have you been?” he greets with a tip of the hat, grabbing a cup from one of the cabinets.

“There’s no need for that.” He pushes a cup into Ramses’ hands. “You took in a station Manectric four years ago.”

“Er, yes I did.”

“I was just wondering, did you have any behavioral issues with them?”

Ramses hums. “A few, yeah. Had to get a whole new set of throw pillows because of him.” He chuckles. “Not that I’m exactly complaining— they look great!”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?” His eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Wait, did you take in the one that just got retired?”

“I did,” Ramses grins at his words, “and she’s presenting me with a few… unique challenges.”

“You should’ve just said so! It’s a lot harder for pokémon so used to battling to adapt to domestic life than you think it is.” Ramses clicks his tongue. “We were lucky enough to already have a Quagsire that helped him get out excess electricity but he was still as wild as a Zorua in a Torchic coop!”

“Ah…” It’s not looking too good for the few survivors of Manectric’s first pillow mauling. Perhaps he should prepare a funeral.

“You know, why don’t we get the two together? There’s a nice park not too far away, and it’ll be good for them to get out, he can teach her how not to be so wild.”

Immediately, there’s guilt. “You really don’t have to do that, Ramses.”

“Nonsense! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

“It sounds just fine.” He coughs. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” Something crackles over the radio and Ramses is off to go face a challenger, coffee still in hand.

Saturday comes faster than he’s prepared for. It’s probably because only the toilet paper was lost in Manectric’s latest attack against everything he owns. 

Ramses arrives a few minutes after he does, and while it is a little weird to see him without a hat, Isadore gets over it. Their Manectric greet each other with a few barks, copious amounts of tail wagging and sniffing, but they finish before too long.

They set off through the park and Isadore’s Manectric is weaving every which way, stopping to sniff every bush they pass and sending volts of electricity spiraling towards any Pidove that lands on the path. Ramses’ isn’t so happy about this, howling at the younger Manectric and nipping at her heels.

“Are they supposed to be doing that?” Isadore asks, trying not to let the worry taint his voice too much.

They’ve come to a stop in one of the grassier areas and the Manectric have taken this as a sign to start wrestling with each other. Sparks are flying and tails are getting pulled and he’s starting to get a little concerned. 

Ramses waves his hand dismissively. “Won’t worry, they’re just saying hi. It’s been awhile, but they did know one another back at the station. Plus, she’s getting some energy out! This is good.”

“She isn’t supposed to be battling-”

“Just because she shouldn't battle doesn't mean she shouldn't get physical exercise. It's like a walk just with more… teeth.” Ramses chortles. “At least I hope this has more teeth involved than your normal walks.”

“It does.”

“Good, good…” Ramses watches them wrestle for a few moments. “So, is there a reason why Manectric tickled your fancy? There haven’t been many retirees lately but you haven’t shown any interest in any of them.”

Isadore pauses. “Not particularly. When I was growing up, my inay— er, my mother— kept a Jolteon. Maybe that's part of it.”

“Oh, I believe it. There’s just something about being raised alongside a certain type of pokémon that inclines you to em.” Ramses hums to himself. “Maybe that’s why the twins like their bug types so much…”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, their mom had a Beautifly. She passed some years back, but memories like those stay with a kid.”

“How do you know their mother?”

Ramses stares at him in confusion for a few moments before realization dawns on his face. “I always forget, you’re just a little bit too young to have known Sonny!”

“Who?”

“The twins’ dad. Worked at the station for a long time— was one of the first people I met there. He and Ella are retired up in Anville nowadays. I should really go visit…”

“How old are you, exactly?”

Ramses snorts. “That is a secret.”

The rest of their little outing goes surprisingly well. They part ways at the entrance to the park and Manectric trots at his side the whole trip back, only breaking away to chase a Pidove once.

She’s… calm, when they get back home. Rests her head on his lap when Isadore settles down with a book and some tea. They go for another walk and she doesn’t try to rip his arm out.

That night, she falls asleep in the hallway instead of the tub. Isadore finds this out when he walks out of his bedroom and is immediately hit with enough static from the carpet to make his hair stand on end. 

He sees Ramses at work that day, and the old man smiles and waves, just like he does with any other coworker. In fact, he doesn’t bring it up until they’re leaving work on Friday.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?”

“...Yes. Yes you will.”

They meet up at the entrance of the park, just like they did last week. As they make their way through the park, Ramses just… talks. About anything, about everything. And he doesn’t even expect him to say anything back, so they just walk and he talks and Isadore listens to how brunch with Cloud and her wife went, or how Isaac scared their Quagsire with a Sliggoo watering can the other day, or how his goddaughter would be coming to visit in the next few months. 

The weather starts to turn. There’s a coffee cart in the park that recognizes them and starts to give them free scones. Isadore forgets his scarf one day and Ramses marches all the way back to his apartment to give him one. It’s a very nice scarf, warm and hand-knitted and a very pleasing shade of blue, but Isadore’s not too sure he was worth all the rush.

That was the day he met Isaac, who was enjoying an espresso when Ramses came barging in. He was a perfectly pleasant man, but his Quagsire spent the better half of their conversation trying to eat Isadore’s watch. 

Floette came bobbing out of the house alongside Ramses and started to pick flowers as soon as she laid eyes on Isadore. She places a ring of flowers atop his head and floats back towards the door, extremely annoyed when she realizes it’s been closed already.

He feels a little foolish walking around like that all day, but it would be rude to take it off. So the flower crown stays.

It doesn’t end up wilting, even with the weather it had to endure, so Isadore keeps it on a shelf in the living room. 

He does end up meeting Ramses’ goddaughter, too: a girl named Ruth who wears earrings that make a lot of noise and who always laughs at her godfather’s jokes. She’s studying linguistics in Kalos and owns a Honchkrow that swept the floor with him during her challenge to the battle subway.

“Well you two go have fun, Isaac and I are headed down to one of those fancy stationery stores down in Castelia,” she says, popping her back with an exaggerated stretch. “Need to prove to my parents that I still know how to send a letter.”

“Feel free to pick something up while you’re out, Ruthie and I will probably grab lunch before we come back.” Isaac scratches under the chins of both Manectric, who nuzzle him for more affection. “It was nice seeing you again, Isadore.”

He gives a clipped nod. “Likewise.” He’s not really sure of the last time someone said it was nice to see him.

Each pair goes their separate ways, and guilt starts to gnaw its way through Isadore’s stomach. He can’t keep going on like this.

Manectric doesn’t need these outings anymore, hasn’t for a long time. She’s stopped destroying the apartment, can discharge any excess electricity in the generator at the bottom of the complex, and has figured out how to entertain herself just fine during the day when Isadore’s at work.

He doesn’t need to keep wasting Ramses’ time like this, but a selfish part of him still wants to.

They barely make it five minutes until Isadore breaks down.

“I haven’t been… totally honest with you,” he starts, interrupting Ramses’ talk of Kalosian legends that Ruth had been teaching him about this week. 

Ramses tenses up, mouth twisting into a frown.

“Manectric doesn’t need these anymore. She’s doing wonderful at home.”

And then Ramses starts to laugh— to laugh of all things! Isadore can feel the shame rising in him.

He swipes at his eyes. “You had me worried! I thought it was something serious.”

Isadore feels like his brain has been reset. “This isn’t serious to you?”

“Not particularly. Isadore, I knew she was doing just fine months ago. She wouldn’t have even been allowed at the station if she was such a troublemaker.” He snorts, trying to stamp down the last few chuffs of laughter rising in his chest. 

“Then why didn’t you stop?”

“Because I enjoy it.” Ramses says it like it’s the most obvious thing on earth. “Do you really think I would have offered to help if I didn’t want to?”

“Well…”

Ramses looks up at him, face sincere. “I appreciate your company, Isadore. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough before now.”

“You shouldn’t apologize, I’m the one who-”

“No harm no foul, right?” He chuckles and starts walking again, beckoning for Isadore to join him. “Now c’mon, we can’t let those mutts get too far without us. And they’ll probably end up hunting down those Ducklett at the pond, and then there will be some harmed fowl.”

Isadore can’t help but snort at that. Ugh. When did those jokes start being funny?

#writing #pokemon #depot agents #depot agent ramses #depot agent isadore #manectric #my favorite little dorito disaster #dori dori dori dori #and ramses <3 teddybear man #got some cloud n cameron things in thr works #solo jackie too #but we shall see

[888sss]

Potions

Does anyone still write for Draco Malfoy?

Draco Malfoy x (Female) Reader

Desc: Reader spends a lot of time talking about Draco with her friends, so she finds a way to hang out with him.

Warnings: uh like kinda fluff at the end? Pansy Parkinson? Idk

Draco and I have been close since we were sorted into Slytherin years ago, and recently the time we spent together felt full of tension, and maybe its one sided, but I was starting to feel for him romantically.

I knew that Pansy liked Draco, and since she was my best friend I obviously kept that information very private and to myself. Of course I would never tell Pansy, I liked Draco, but I did tell Blaise. The three of us have been friends since first year, and more recently, Pansy joined us because she didn't talk to us until the past 2 months.

It was about 9 pm, we were all sitting in the common room. Pansy was trying to make conversation with Draco. Enzo, Theo and Adrien all sat having their own talk. I sat with Blaise as he told me about this blonde Ravenclaw girl he wanted to take out, whose name he wouldn't disclose. We then started getting into the conversation of relationships, and who we think would look good together. Blaise was surprisingly good at finding romantic couples out of people, but maybe that was because he was observant.

"Okay Mr. Match maker who would you set up with... Looney Lovegood!" I ask thinking i finally found someone he wouldn't be able to think of a match for. 

"She's not looney, don't call her that, she's quite nice actually, and I'm not sure I could match her with someone. Luna likes to focus on her studies, and research." Blaise said in a very matter-of-fact manner. 

"I knew that she would stump you! and since when have you been paying attention to Luna so much?" I say exaggerating her name. Blaise stares at me blankly, and suddenly i am reminded of the mysterious Blonde Ravenclaw.

"You have a thing for Luna Lovegood!" I practically yelled as i made the connection, Draco looking over with a raised eyebrow pointed at Blaise inferring that this would definitely be brought up later. 

"Ooh Blaise wants the nerdy chics!" Adrien laughs from across the room causing the rest of us to burst out in laughter.

After the room settles down, Blaise looks back at me and speaks loudly, "What about Draco, who do you think would be a nice fit for him?" Blaise says with a smirk on his face, knowing that Draco is now overhearing this conversation. I look over at the Blonde haired boy and it is as if I can see his ears tune into our conversation completely. Of course I'm not gonna give my genuine answer, which would be me, of course, but with Draco and Pansy in the room i'm not willing to take that risk.

"Well, I think Draco is... He's better alone, he doesn't really seem like dating material. However we still should take into account all the girls he brings back to his dorm room every Friday. That's gotta be some type of credit." I say in a sarcastic tone trying to bring the conversation back between Blaise and I.

"Every Friday night is pretty Specific, y/n how much attention are you paying to our dorm's visitors, huh?" Blaise continues the joke, taunting me with the information i gave him weeks ago.

"Well y'know with Theodore Nott in that room of course I'm going to pay attention." i look over giving him a wink, as he sits by the fireplace and looks up from his conversation with Adrien and Enzo.

"You're always welcome over, y/n!" Theo looks at me and winks back. I smile and look back at Blaise who is looking at Draco, who of course is staring at me. His eyebrows raised in an 'oh yeah?' type manner, but no words come from his mouth. 

The night continues and we eventually all come together, discussion, jokes, and insults, flying across the room as we laugh and poke fun of each other.

"Can you guys keep it down, im trying to sleep! Enzo yells from a couch in the corner of the room.

"Shut the fuck up Enzo!" Draco shoots back, as he stands up, and we all start to get up and gather our things, realizing we should probably go to sleep as well.

Pansy and I go back to our dorm, where the other girls are already sleeping, I get into the shower and wash my hair, and my body, and then start my face care after getting out. 

While getting into my pajamas, I cant help but think about Draco, and what it would be like if we were dating. I somehow convinced myself to go talk to him, finding myself at his door. in my pajamas.

I knock 3 times, and Theo comes to the door.

"Taking up my offer princess?"

"Who is it?" I hear Draco and Blaise say at the same time.

"Sorry Theo, but I'm actually here to talk to Draco." I say apologetically, knowing Theo's just joking anyways.

"Draco you've got a visitor!" He calls to Draco as he opens the door all the way and moves over allowing me to see into the room. 

I stand in shock when my eyes find Draco. He was shirtless, and his hair was wet, as if he had gotten out of the shower. I've seen Draco shirtless before, but he must be working out lately because his abs, and arms were more defined and muscular than I remember.

"Y/n you can come in, it's rude to stand in doorways." Blaise says laughing at me. I make my way into the room and sit on Draco's bed as I've done countless times before.

"So what'd you want to talk to me about?" Draco asks, standing next to me.

"Well first I want you to put on a shirt, but secondly, I need your help with potions." I lied realizing that I didn't want to make any moves on Draco while our friends were in the room.

"Why didn't you ask while we were in the common room, we're all about to go to sleep." Blaise complains turning off his lamp. 

"Because I was so intrigued by hearing about your not so secret crush on Luna." I quickly retorted, causing Theo to come out of the bathroom, and bombard Blaise with questions.

"So what are you confused about?" Draco said putting on a shirt, and pulling out his desk chair to sit across from me.

"Well firstly-" I started

"ZABINI HAD A WET DREAM ABOUT LUNA!" Theo shouted, jumping on top of Blaise, which caused them to start arguing very loudly.

"Can we go some place else, i can't hear myself over the children in the room." I said raising my voice. Draco nodded in response, grabbing his binder and pencil.

"Sorry mommy." Theo shouted on my way out, while throwing a pillow at Blaise's face.

Draco exited behind me, and we went to sit back in the common room, in front of the fireplace.

"So like I was saying, yesterdays homework isn't making sense, and our quiz tomorrow is really stressing me out because i don't know what directions go with which spells." I quickly made up realizing that I for some reason was subconsciously continuing this lie as an excuse to talk to him alone.

"Well for all the potions you need to remember the ratios,"  Draco pulled put a blank paper and his notes from class, beginning to make a diagram. "For these potions the ratio is one to four to three, and you set up the math like this..." 

He continued to talk and at some point i stopped listening and watched his face glow from the fire in front of us. The way his nose and jawline were even more defined. The way his eyes slightly squinted when he worked out the math. He's so pretty.

"Y/n are you even listening to me?" Draco says waving his hand in front of my face. 

"uh yes I'm listening, and it makes a lot more sense now." I say in a convincing tone that hopefully he'll believe. 

"Are you tired? You seem tired. Maybe we can work on this in the morning, yeah?" He asked looking at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah that works, thank you." I say with a genuine smile. He stands up and reaches his hand out to lift me up with a small smile on his face as well. We stand there, neither of us wanting to leave. Our hips felt to be connected to a string as I couldn't bring myself to just walk away.

I took a step closer and got up on my tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. 

"Goodnight Draco." I whispered, as I started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and spun me back around.

"I think you missed, pretty girl." Draco smiled Pulling me into him, making our bodies crash together. He threw his binder onto the couch, and our lips collided, exploring unknown territories and starting unknown boundaries. He pulled away from the kiss, out of breath. grinning.

"What?" I laughed at him

"We don't have a potions quiz tomorrow. You set me up!" he sounded surprised. He held my face in his hands and kissed me again. 

"Goodnight pretty girl." he said with a smile as he gathered his things and walked back to his dorm.

#draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin #luna blaise #blaise zabini #theodore nott

[mydarlingem]

till this moment, i never really knew myself

hi besties!! i return from the fucking depths of hell to bring you diluc as mr darcy because my brainrot will not let this go unwritten. ty for reading i missed writing!!! im gonna be writing more again i promise! requests/thirsts open as always. i kinda hate this now that im reading it again but its too late!

cw. fluff, just the cute stuff

diluc x fem reader

800 words

it was another dull day, in a dull week filled with a dull month. your only source of excitement it seemed was the ball tonight, the filthy wealthy of the town were to attend, so your mother requested you attend as well. most noteworthy the newest man to arrive in the countryside was kaeya alberich, you had heard whispers in the town of his both wealth and beauty, and his grumpy companion diluc ragnvindr, far wealthier but less sociable. your best friend had heard of mr kaeya alberich and desired more than anything to wed him, "oh but think of the life i could live" she would say to you, giggling under the sheets as you talked about his beauty and his awkwardness.

the next day you found yourself pacing a bit, were you anxious? the weight of the night, to find a man who fancied you had its anxiety but it was something else, you couldnt quite put your finger on it, spending time overthinking would just be a waste. so you saw yourself ready, hair styled and perfect, the best perfume oil in the house applied on your inner wrists, dabbed onto the small spot behind your ear, the fabric of your dress framed your figure beautifully, you looked radiant.

you met with your friend at the ball, the giant mansion decorated beautifully, an entire room just filled with the most exquisite statues, carved out of only the finest marble, however one caught your eye. sat in the corner was a sculpture of a man, with a sharp jawline and kind eyes, he was truly so handsome. you smiled to yourself as you pictured what he would look like in real life, surely the sculptor made him look more attractive, they always do.

you made your way back to your friend in the dancing hall as you were walking in your eyes fell on her, dancing with mr kaeya alberich. you smiled as you made eye contact with her and gave her a little wave. oh he looked entranced with her, she looked simply stunning, how could he not be. your plan had worked, it was time to focus on yourself. as you walked out you ran smack into someone.

a very large man stood in front of you, his soft red hair tied back, his eyes widened as he met your gaze. "a thousand apologies sir" you stammered out, it was the man from the sculpture, and they simply did not do him justice in the piece, he was even more beautiful. "oh i am incredibly sorry miss, i did not watch where i was going", he bowed to you then, your actions followed his. "and you are?" he asked firmly, trying to appear calm and collected.

you announced yourself, ah yes he knew your father. he had heard all about you, a smart and witty girl, though they had seemed to leave out that your beauty would make him weak in the knees. "i am diluc ragnvindr" he stated, forcing himself to not smile as your cheeks became slightly flushed. "do you dance mr ragnvindr?" you asked with a smile.

"not if i can help it, but i couldnt let this chance go to waste" he softly grabbed your hand and led you to the floor. the rest of the night going by in a blur, all you remember is how good he smelled, how smooth he danced and how he listened to you talk for hours. and this is how it was for months, every event, big or small you would meet, and dance and talk.

you watched your beloved friend become engaged, your heart was so full for her. however, your heart longed for diluc, to run your hands through his hair and feel his lips on your own. approaching footsteps took you out of your trance. "my lady" his voice sounded anxious. "mr ragnvindr to what do i owe the pleasure?"

he smiled at that, the first smile you had seen from him that seemed genuine. the scent of the soft morning dew mixed with his natural cologne made you feel comforted. "it has been devouring me from within and i wish to live in this agony no longer, you have bewitched me body and soul and i love you, i can no longer carry on without you by my side". you reached for his hand, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles before he spoke again. "take my name, take my life take everything i am worth, take it all".

you smiled, a bright and beautiful one, one that made his heart hurt a little. "i can think of no greater honor than being mrs ragnvindr, though i wish for you to only call me it when you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy. "then will you allow me the honor of kissing you mrs ragnvindr?".

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x you #genshin diluc #genshin impact x reader #diluc fluff

[pankomako]

so i have like a million corner gas fic ideas, most having to do with the same storyline, but bc i feel like my fixation on the show is coming to an end and i highly doubt i'll end up writing them anyway, im gonna post summaries of them so they wont go completely untold bc i think some of them are really good

might as well start with the one i've hinted at at least a couple times, it's an idea i've had for QUITE a while and is probably my strongest one. it's a big one, and i think it serves to really kick off the conflict in the overall story that wow, people REALLY do not respect hank and that's gotta change.

i still cant decide what i wanna title it between Bittersweet Birthday and Happy Birthache, but this is what happens: it's october, which means hank's birthday is coming up! he's sure excited! can't say the same for everyone else though. hank spends weeks planning his own birthday party - buying decorations, party favors, food and drinks as well as cake, and of course inviting folks. some say they'll come, others don't. but when the night of hank's birthday party arrives, nobody shows up. he calls brent, who's busy at the gas station, which is really his only excuse for not going. wanda hears about hank's failed party, and she decides to go and threaten everyone she can into going. although she likes to see hank suffer, she thinks that even he doesn't deserve to be ignored on his birthday. besides, she knows how it feels from experience (remember block party?). so at this point, hank is sitting outside his front door in the dark, when wanda shows up. hank assumes she came to kick him while he's down, but wanda tells him the contrary. soon, tons of people are pulling up to come party, including the rest of the main cast. except for brent. a little while after the party gets started, hank and wanda go back outside to talk. wanda explains why she did what she did, hank expresses surprise and gratitude. they also climb up on hank's roof and do a bit of stargazing while they continue to talk. eventually they go back in to party some more. the next morning, hank comes in the gas station and he's upset with brent for not showing up to his party. brent apologizes and gives hank a present. hank is thankful for the present, but it isnt enough to make him want to forgive brent. then the story concludes with a joke or something idk.

tl;dr: this

i feel like i should conclude this post with a final comment but idk what so. idk i'll post more fic summaries soon i guess

#corner gas #for the drawing i told myself i wouldnt get detailed with the background and then i did #been wanting to draw that for a WHILE though

[xnchxntmxnt]

please tell me this one is gonna send 🥹

HI VIC!! i’m here to join your Valentines + 2 years + 700 followers event :D (albeit a little late,,, i’m gonna throe a brick through tumblr’s hq windows /j)

i’m Poe, they/she pronouns!! personality-wise, i’m kinda awkward when i first meet people, but i typically warm up after i gauge their personality and spend like two weeks around them. i generally prefer interactions with lighthearted atmospheres. i’m big on physical touch, quality time, and gift giving, but i absolutely hate receiving gifts. roughly 60% of my personality is music, whether that’s listening or playing it. i’m also very food motivated. you could probably bribe me into marriage with food tbh

about my hobbies!! i love playing saxophone, marching, painting, sketching, listening to music, watching video essays on youtube, and writing from time to time! i tend to write poetry, but i do occasionally write more. my hobbies are probably my least interesting feature ngl :O

some date ideas i really like: aquarium/zoo date, concert (orchestra or ensemble) date, and hiking/geocaching date.

aaaand i’d like a matchup from demon slayer!!

love you sm vic /p and again congrats on 700 and two years!!

kjbgkjhbjk thank u for ur patience with this im so sorry

anyway. love ya hope you enjoy

your valentine's date is... KYOJURO RENGOKU

Honestly i think he really enjoys music too

I believe in rengoku & hearing loss hcs (unsure if its canon or not??) but even if he struggles to hear all of it, if its loud enough he likes the vibrations 

And he knows you enjoy it so he loves it

Anything for you

He knows how to be classy too

So he says to dress nice and he’s picking you up at 6

You guys head to a nicer restaurant for dinner and spend quite a while talking and chatting and then you head to the show (that is a surprise)

So walking into the concert hall is a shock and its so pretty with the golds and warm browns of the stage its just. Mmmph i love theaters and older buildings like this theyre so pretty

The orchestra takes the stage and begins to play, and you sit entranced for the hour or so they do

And he does the same, but he’s entranced by you

You’ve got stars in your eyes and honestly he adores it

The rest of the night afterward is full of you listening to tall that music on the trip home and him smiling listening to you talk about how much you enjoyed the night

He’s not doing a lot of talking but he’s just looking at you so, so in love 

Little blurb afterward because i said so. Also because domestic kyojuro rights 

“Thank you again for taking me out tonight, Kyo.”

“Of course, my dear! Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I think the last twenty minutes of me talking about it says something about the fact that I did.”

“Wonderful!”

The two of you are getting around to go to bed, him finishing brushing his teeth and you sitting on the counter waiting for him. He smiles at you softly, and you notice a bit of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth. 

“Hold still,” you say, reaching forward to wipe it off. He does as you ask, smiling softly at you when you wipe it off on the hand towel. “All better.”

“Thank you, my love,” he says, tone a bit softer than usual. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Of course. I love you, too.”

He hums in response, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then finally your lips. His hands find yours while you sit on the counter, and he squeezes them gently. “Let’s go to bed,” he mutters, leaving a final peck on your lips. 

As he walks away, you realize (as if you hadn’t before) just how really lovely he is. 

#valentines event! #//ɪɴʙᴏx

[khodorkovskaya]

27.12.22

the day started out quite well. it was sunny so i decided to go for a walk to the botanical gardens and i stumbled upon an empty shopping centre. it was very weird. the only thing open was a pharmacy by the entrance and the rest was just... empty.

there was a little table in the corner with a note that said that you can take any objects on it. there were cassettes, a book on how to organise dinner parties in german and stickers with farm animals!

i had to take the stickers with me ofc! i stuck them everywhere around the house, it's great! 😁 now i have a cow on the fridge, a piglet on the front door, ducklings in the bathroom and a hen with little chicks above my bed.

then i called to schedule a driving lesson and god i feel like such a loser. most of the population knows how to drive meanwhile im struggling so much. i just want to get my license and get it over and done with. like it's literally not that hard, but i cry every time i drive, i don't understand anything and make no progress. i feel so stupid. my stepdad said that he gave it his all and he can't teach me anymore bc there's no progress with me and i refuse to understand and make the same mistakes over and over. so now im gonna pay 80 bucks for a driving lesson and it's stressing me out so much. crying with my stepdad is embarrassing enough but if i cry with a driving instructor... pray for me 😭😭

anyway, i was super stressed out bc of all of this. and i decided to go to the shopping centre to maybe find some last minute gifts for people. and guess who i bumped into! 🙄

i was walking, thinking about B as i do 24/7 and guess who i fucking see!

i waved and smiled at him and walked past without stopping. so that's good i guess...?

the reason i didn't stop was partly bc im in my ugly era right now and i didn't want him to have a bad impression of me. im constantly picking at my face and it looks terrible. im so done with myself. if im not pulling my hair, im biting my cuticles. if im not biting my cuticles, im picking at my face. it's just an endless cycle of self mutilation and im so tired of it. right now im in my skin picking era and i look so disgusting... so i didn't want B to see me up close. but otherwise i think i would've stopped for a chat...

speaking of B, i feel like things would've been so much easier if i wasn't so horny all the time... like emotionally i think im good. i don't want to tell him about my life, i don't want to talk to him, i don't want to spend time with him etc. but then night time comes around and my coochie wakes up and my mind is flooded with all kinds of scenarios. and then i masturbate and cry, im such a mess. like i start thinking about sexy things and then i remember that we broke up and i just start BAWLING. it's so bad! and then i try to reconcile myself by telling myself that maybe we'll get back together. and then i google things like "how to get over your ex". it's so sad. and i feel like all that sadness could be avoided if i just wasn't horny.

anyway, he better not text me something like "i was happy to see you :)" tonight. i will lose it.

goddd he's so hot... when i saw him across the street like... he's so handsome. like where else am i gonna find a man like that.

anyway im gonna try and get some work done to get my mind off things. this is unbearable.

#december

[bibiana112]

abt ur reblog abt fandom stuff, i will happily oblige to ask if ur brain gave u anymore thought of the no apocalypse junpei finds quark au? love love love aoi's role in it and i think abt it a lot so im curious! literally happy to listen to anything abt it this is my entire shit

Oh!!! Sadly I don't have much on it, no, but I do have the initial little exchange that made me think about it, a lot of times my brain just runs with a back and forth dialogue and if I like it I write it down and only if I like it a lot do I go back and write down the descriptors and rest of the context to how the scene plays out in my head but it's sadly not happened to this as fun as it would be of a scenario to think about my brain checked out after I wrote down Aoi being super embarrassing to Akane by talking about when she was a baby and bossing the two around cause they called him in to babysit for being the only one there who knows anything about tending to another living being

Okay actually I read the thing again and apparently I thought of this as an au on my version of the au where the kurashikis don't do any of the vlr or ztd stuff and just work with sois on random esper stuff after a couple years so they don't have to be on the run anymore but they still have more restrictions than other agents, so there's a little joke that's like hey do you this violates probation? And idk there could be a plot there somewhere also they're at least in their late twenties by that point if not early thirties and Junpei and Akane aren't married cause this isn't canon they don't get officially hitched as soon as they look at each other again

I guess I'll add what I actually have here, hold up I'll give the bare minimum of context so they're not talking in the void

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Once the door cracks open and Akane gets up in a huff to greet her brother with one rant after another, none of which Junpei even directs his attention to or try to follow, he gets up from his seat carefully. Holding a little blond baby draped in a single blanket they had lying around in his arms.

Aoi already got the heads up of what's happening from Akane earlier, although she didn't sound as eloquent as usual. Tenmyouji was out and somehow came across an empty lot which somehow had a baby crying in it and somehow it wasn't just him hearing things but an actual child that was abandoned there when he went to look.

And somehow, he thought bringing the kid home with him was the most logical course of action, which Akane couldn't agree with less. There were a thousand other ways he could have helped and as far as she's concerned this is one of the worst ones.

Before they could get into an even messier argument the crying started up again and she elected to call her brother in for backup before she had a Moment™ over how irresponsible it was for her stupid fiance to come home with an infant when he has yet to successfully keep a plant alive on his own.

Despite how set off by such an unpredictable event his sister was, Aoi wasn't seeming terribly unsettled. In fact after he's done helping Akane cool off and sending her to take a breather along with a glass of water for herself, he walks up to Junpei rather giddy. Which Junpei will never get used to seeing from him. He'll much less get used to hearing him make a high pitched voice as he leans in to lend a single finger for the baby to grasp with his whole entire chubby little hand.

"Aww... where did this little guy come from?" He spends a little bit like that, Junpei also smiling fondly while Akane, from far over the corner table, silently judges them both. It's late at night and she got herself coffee instead of plain water. Then Aoi's voice goes mostly back to normal, dropping harshly to an incredulous tone as he pulls his face away like he didn't want the infant to notice the change in tone. Although, his hand doesn't move away. "Seriously though, are you guys gonna keep'em?"

"That's the idea!" "We're *not* keeping it!"

"Ah, I see what the emergency really is. You needed a babysitter while you tear each other to shreds, I mean, sure, at your service. Hey, hold like this." With that Junpei's arms are free, he does watch for what his brother-in-law to be shows him to be the correct way of properly resting them over the shoulder and then how to support the baby's neck and head with how he was doing it earlier.

"Did you give them a bath after bringing them in? Even wrapped up on this it's far too cold outside. How long's it been exactly?"

"Uh, only a couple hours, sun was already down. And no, of course I didn't, how do we even do that? You can't just put him in a shower."

"Well, no duh. You need a little plastic bathtub, eh- honestly even just the sink will do, as long as it's shallow enough to hold them up."

"How do you even know this stuff."

Akane joins them, getting close while paying attention only to what they're talking about. Unfortunately, it's Aoi who's talking.

"Mom and dad had me help dry Akane after her first baby bath–" "Aoi..." Her hand goes instinctively to pinch his arm but it stops halfway, then it stays there as she closes her eyes and inhales deeply defeated by the fact she can't shut him up this easily without risking him losing his balance.

"She was soo tiny. I don't know about being this small, but I think she was heavier."

"Aoi. Aoi. Please, shut your mouth. And I'm pretty sure you just couldn't hold as much weight back then."

"Hm. Maybe." He shrugs. Then completely takes the subject over a one hundred and eighty degree turn. "Do you think this violates probation by the way?"

It's Junpei who answers.

"That's... A fair question."

He didn't think of the legal implications of bringing a baby off the streets to his house which just so happens to be the same place his criminal mastermind girlfriend lives. In fact, he was much more hopeful she'd be all altruistic about it and how it's the right thing to do instead of getting hung up on it being an impractical solution or that he's just fooling himself wanting to skip right to raising a kid together or whatever.

"We are not on 'probation', and we're not adopting a whole human child because of an impulse *you* had, Junpei. Our technically legal position is only yet another reason we should–"

Aoi interrupts her before she can get on a roll ranting again.

"Can you guys argue at the grocery store? This thing is gonna get hungry sooner rather than later and we can't exactly feed them with instant ramen."

"I have other things on the kitchen, I'll let you know!"

"Yeah, well, but I don't figure you treat yourself to baby formula on the weekends, now do you? And a can of energetic won't do it either, jackass. Now, get moving!"

#but yeah feel free to continue workshopping this with me this one's fun akdhksjs #if anyone wants to weigh in too I guess #this was very fun to go back to and write actually :3 #I have so many verbal exchanges between characters with zero context but that I look at and know exactly what's happening lol #my brain just likes to simulate conversation far more than it enjoys actually engaging in it which. c'mon man #but yeah! please lmk your thoughts :3 and thanksies for asking #a tag for asks #dreamy don't look #vlr spoilers #hhhhh god this has to go on the general spoiler tag for caitas sake gosh darn #oh hold up I am actually thinking more about this now that I should be asleep lol #like there was another hing I remembered too of Junpei just being so protective and wanting to stay close #that Aoi has to tell him not to fall asleep holding them or he can smush them #which led me to think how I'm not sure this scene would end with him just going to the store wih akane cause idk if he'd trust that #she wouldn't have instructed him to just take the kid to an orphanage while they're away cause well #no matter how nice he's being or how genuine the situation seems it's still Them. y'know? #I don't think even years of getting used to each other would make that thing in #his brain saying they both would scheme behind his back again if push came to shove go away completely #and he's very right that they would even if it's not actually the case here this once it's genuine #but he doesn't know that

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𖦹°｡⋆ late night convenience store run

⟡ cw: slight bickering, mentions of stress eating kind of?, college aged, bad writing, lmk if i forgot anything else :)

⟡ a/n: i had a dream i went to the convenience store. short story that's messy but im busy getting ready to go back to university tomorrow. the writing will be so much better when everything is settles trust. i'll also probably rewrite this later so it sounds better :)

"do we really have to be here? its the middle of the night!" your tall blonde boyfriend, tsukishima kei, exclaims slightly annoyed.

"yes we do! i need more snacks to survive the rest of the night!" whining back at him you pull him by the sleeve and into the store.

right now, you two were at the convenience store down the street from your shared apartment. why you ask? because you ran out of gummy bears.

normally, you would wait until the day time to go out and buy more but you were pulling an all nighter with kei to study for your upcoming midterms. kei didn't really need to study, he learns things quickly and easily. meanwhile, you don't. you procrastinate a lot of the things you need to get done and tend to "forget" to study. so when you told kei that you were going to pull this all nighter, he insisted he would do with you because lord knows you would not study and instead spend the entire night watching random youtube videos.

with another groan he gives in and starts looking through the shelves with you.

"you had plenty of snacks in the pantry last i checked though." he side eyes you causing you to let out a huff.

"not any that im craving right now!" you protest while picking out your favorite brand of gummy bears and putting it in the basket that kei was holding.

"all youre craving right now is candy and energy drinks. you're gonna kill your body like that." he states as he recalls the mountain of candy wrappers and the two empty monster cans on your living room floor.

"so i have a sweet tooth! sue me!" you say as you gather even more assortments of candy. you know he's right, that this is unhealthy but whenever you're stressed you tend to eat a lot of one thing to distract yourself. as for the energy drinks, you just need to stay awake.

kei lets out another sigh as he follows you around the store as you get a few more things. as you're staring at the drink section trying to find your favorite flavor of monster, he looks to his side and stares at something.

"dang it! they don't have the flavor i wa-" you cut yourself off as you see your boyfriend staring into space. well not into space, he's staring at the strawberry shortcake. thats placed on a little stand with other types of cake. it isn't the best tasting strawberry shortcake by any means, this is a corner store after all but for some reason tsukishima kei was in love with this cake.

"now whos the one with the sweet tooth?" you giggle as you look at him staring at it with a need in his eyes and you drag him over to the stand and grab two containers, each having a singular slice of the cake.

"shut up..." he murmurs with fake annoyance but you can see the blush creep up on his face. "are we done yet?" he asks and you nod.

"yeah! lets go up to the checkout counter!" you say and then you both walk up to the cashier.

as the cashier scans every item, it starts to set in just how many things you bought and you internally cringe when you see the price go up on the price monitor.

"that'll be $34.95 please!" the cashier reads out the total amount you have to pay and your mouth drops wide open but all you hear is kei snickering as he pulls out his wallet to hand the cashier the payment.

after he gets his change you both say thank you and goodnight to the cashier and walk out the store.

"we were only supposed to go for more gummy bears how did you end up buying 40 dollars worth of things?" he teases you causing you to punch his arm.

"shut up..." you whisper embarrassed and he just pulls you to his side as you both walk back to your apartments.

"i love you" he kindly says and kisses the top of your head.

"i love you too, kei" you respond blushing as you enter your apartment and sit down to eat the strawberry shortcake before getting back to studying.

#𖦹°｡⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei x reader