#he’s so chonky and I’m here for it

[stagefoureddiediaz]

When you manage to make Oliver stark look small - you are a unit!!

#he’s so chonky and I’m here for it #I am looking very respectfully #buttt #I want him to squish me like a bug #911 spoilers #lou ferrigno jr #tommy kinard

[floral-hex]

Took some pictures of this big momma spider with babies all over her back, but I made the mistake of zooming in and seeing all those little legs, so instead of having to look at that again, here’s my cat Oreo:

#look at his tummy! #chonky boy #I’m sorry I just can not look at those spider pics #I say how much I like the little buggies but all those little legs… 😬 #she was a pretty decent size too #I mean not huge but def quite a bit bigger than the usual hunting spider I see #I had to sweep her away from the front door #sorry but after a black widow managed to hitch a ride from the front porch into the apartment a few weeks ago I just can’t risk it #I love you momma legs but I don’t need a million baby spiders in my kitchen #I seriously yelled when I zoomed in on the picture. I’m so squeamish. #it did make me BRIEFLY consider having a terrarium full of little spiders tho #like a little spider town. dozens of siblings fuckin and fightin and eating crickets #but that would probably be too cruel to house that many leggies in one container #so anyway… here’s my cat instead. his name is oreo. he’s so soft and he needs constant attention #you WILL love him #mine

[fairy-hub]

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy fluff, light angst, reader is giving birth, kento is worried about being a dad and supportive husband, you easily reassure him, twin baby girls, praise, kento is in awe of you as he should be, you're amazing, you breast feed the baby and kento bottle feeds the other baby

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: I love your works! Could you write kento fluff, him stressing out about becoming a dad for the first time and reader is just really chill about it all!! Please and thank you🙏🙏

Oreo: I’m sick with my period at the same damn time eating chicken noodle soup, my hubby has been spoiling me so much. Brought me some Christmas themed flowers, the cutest wreath that has the house smelling like pine. Then there was running me a warm bath, making my soup this man is the best. Giving that nanami energy, cause you know he would take such good care of you. I haven’t had to lift a finger, and nanami wouldn’t let you lift one either.

Your painful contractions, rushing to the hospital, and the epidural to ensure a painless birth. Tightly squeezing his hand, pushing out the first baby girl. It’s a blur that doesn't slow down till he hears the first beautiful cry.

Letting go of your hand long enough to cut the umbilical cord. Grasping your hand between his own, kissing the back. “You’re doing wonderful love, she’s healthy and adorable.” Kissing your cheek, weakly you smile momentarily. Gritting your jaw focusing on pushing out your second baby girl. You're sweaty and beautiful.

The second baby girl is louder, her cries quieting her minutes older sister. This time the nurse brings her close to you, offering you the back the handle. Kento gently guides your hand helping you cut the cord.

"After we clean them both of you can hold one of your beautiful little joys. So chonky, healthy with a powerful set of lungs already.” The doctor gently cleans and checks you over.

One of the nurses brings his eldest baby to him. “Congratulations on such healthy wonderful baby girls.” Gently cradling his eldest babygirl in his hands, swaddled in a soft blanket. Kento supports her hand and head with one hand. She’s so small yet chunky at the same time. Swaddled in a yellow blanket.

Her beautiful chunky face scrunched up in confusion that melts away at the sight of his face. More tears trickle down his face at the soft adoring warm love in his baby girl’s eyes. Lifting her small hand, he leads down helping her touch his cheek.

Kento’s eyes widen tears trickling down his face, dripping onto the girl he names “ He’s a dad to two amazing baby girls who he wants to give the world to along side his beautiful wife.

What if he fails to be a good father?

Grinning Docter Annie announces, “Wonderful there is no hemorrhaging, you’re bleeding normally. We will keep you overnight for observation and discharge you in the morning. When you need to go to the restroom press the call button for a nurse. You will need to eat soon and get plenty of rest.”

Two nurses on either side carefully lift you for the doctor to put a diaper on you. Laying you back down, raising the upper half of the bed for you to comfortably sit up.

You're the nurse lift your baby girl out of the bath, drying her off. “Can I try to calm her down?” Kento looks up at you in pure awe. You have always been an amazing woman. He’s lucky for you to be the mother of his children.

What if he fails to be a supportive husband?

The nurse softly smiles, “You should be able to skin-to-skin and settle her, maybe help her latch.” Lying your baby on your chest. Cradling her, resting her head on your chest. Her loud cries softening to whines.

Admiring your little girl with tired eyes and a soft smile. It's a different type of beautiful to see you cradling the delicate adorable life in your hands. It's wonderful sight like the one of other baby girl in his hands.

Warm, healthy, and finally here after nine months. Here to thrive, grow, and develop interests. Kento wants to be there for them, with you by his side, every step of the way.

Her whines quiet down when you help her latch. Letting her get mouthfuls of milk. Softly breathing, “Of course, our lil Hana is hungry after all that hard work.” Kento didn't think he could fall more in love with you until this moment.

"She will need to latch and get skin with mom soon but for now getting fed by dad and doing some bonding is good too." A nurse hands Kento a bottle of formula. "We will get the overnight room and some food ready for the mom ready." Remembering the various videos and books he nudges Himari's lips with the bottle.

It takes a moment for her to latch, once she does, she's taking large mouthfuls. Failing her hand in her attempt to grab Kento's. A feat she takes moments to accomplish. Her small warm hand on the back of his, the sleepy loving looking in her eyes. "Hana and Himari are perfect, thank you my love for working so hard bringing them into this world."

The nurse and doctor trickle out of the room, taking some of the equipment with them. Leaving Kento and You along with your newborns.

"My love I know that look in your eyes and tension in your jaw. We got each other, and I couldn't have a better man by my side to raise our babies and grow old with. You're going to be everything these girls need in a father and more, trust me darling." The confidence in your beautiful face, soothing voice and tired eyes easing the weight on his shoulders.

He takes a deep breath, shoving his worries aside. Reaffirming your comforting words, "We have each other, there isn't anything we can't do to give these girls a wonderful life, don't worry about me love relax and rest." Standing up, carefully leaning down making sure not to disturb Himari drinking, kiss you gently. "I'm so grateful to get the privilege to be your husband and father to these adorable girls."

Oreo creampie’s m.list

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #kento nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami angst #nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami fluff #nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami

[sim0nril3y]

Helloooo, I love your work!

The breeding kink drabble made me do a think 🤔

What if you find baby pictures of simon (just be delusional w me here pls🫠)

And he's so cute and chonky frowning at the camera 😭

So you're poking his cheeks and pouting because they're not squishy anymore and asking him to turn smol again 😔

And he snorts and makes a deal to give you a chonky baby to coo over 🤭😏sjjehehe bye💞

Note: THIS REQUEST IS FREAKING ADORABLE! Love it, love it, love it. Hope that it held up to what you were thinking! Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, pregnancy talk, talk of starting a family, canon-typical swearing.

There was a lot of things that were surprising about living with Simon but the discovery of a small shoebox full of pictures of him throughout his childhood was certainly shocking. It felt like you sat there for hours sifting through each of the pictures, fulling appreciating just how cute he looked like as a chubby little baby, becoming a toddling toddler and then finally a wild child.

It was the pictures of Simon as a baby that you couldn’t stop obsessing over. He was absolutely adorable, chubby little legs, chubby little arms, chubby cheeks. Oh, the sight of it alone was sending you spiralling into an overwhelming feeling of baby fever. Obviously, he had grown into a handsome, sturdy, hardworking man, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was to give you a child if they would be just as chunky as he was.

“What you looking at?” A voice came from behind you, glancing over your shoulder then and attempting to hide the pictures back into the shoebox. “What the…” He snatched them all from your hands quickly. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing? You snooping through my things?”

Indignantly you answered. “No.” Almost hurt by the accusation. “I… stumbled across them and I’m naturally a curious person.” Then shrugging with your nose held high. “I don’t snoop as you put it…”

A hard huff came from Simon, beginning to put the photos away back into the box. “But Simon…” You pick up another photo of him as a baby, sat surrounded by toy trains but still scowling into the camera. “Look at how adorable you are in these photos~” You cooed, looking at it closely and then back at him. “That is the exact same face you make now when I take a picture of you!”

Simon grumbled a few cuss words under his breath. “Well, maybe not the exact same…” Then reaching up to cup and pinch his cheek. “Looks like you lost some of that baby fat~” He gifted you a false smile, snatching the phone from your fingers and placing it into the box, but this only lead you to grab another and cooing dramatically all over again. “Simon, I just… I cannot get over how fucking adorable you were when you were a baby.”

His fingers braced onto the same photo you were holding and leaning in behind you Simon pressed a small kiss to your temple, muttering in your ear. “How about…” You felt him smirk. “How about if we put these photos away and never talk about them again, I’ll give you a chubby little baby to coo over?” He nibbed at your earlobe.

A warm shiver ran down your spine, quirking a brow and saying. “You mean…” “I mean…” He slipped the photo from your fingers. “I’ll bend you over this fucking table and pump you full until you’re knocked up… that’s what I mean.” Seconds later the photos were stored away safely and you were bent over the table exactly as Simon had promised.

Masterlist | Ask | 08-12-2023

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon riley imagine #simon riley cod #ghost simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley smut #ghost call of duty #ghost #1k

[lokischocolatefountain]

Comfort || Taken Care of

Based on this request

Series Masterlist

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+. Like extremely 18+. I’d make it 20+ if that was a thing. Serious filth.

Warnings: Chonky age gap (Joel: early 50s and Reader: early 20s), extremely naïve reader, praise kink, innocence kink, non con, face-fucking, oral sex (make receiving), name calling, daddy kink, slapping, mentions of past abuse, mentions of FEDRA school abuse, dacryphilia, moneyshot, dbf!Joel (as friendly as that grump can be). Joel is a lying liar and the creepiest creep. Proceed with extreme caution.

Word count: 1.8k words

Summary: You are as sheltered as can be in a world that has fallen apart. Realizing the errors of his ways, your father has his friend Joel take you outside the QZ to teach you how to survive in the real world. Unfortunately for you, Joel is interested in teaching you more than basic survival skills.

A/N: I finally understand all the AO3 writers who are like ‘sorry for the late upload. My husband died, I gave birth, I was called upon by the US army to stop an alien invasion, my roommate stole all my things and I’m homeless. But here’s chapter 43 of my fic’ cause I am really really going through it rn. I submitted my thesis, I am defending it in a couple hours, I have to move my things to a new place immediately, I have to go to work and yet I wrote this. Who knew writing the absolute filthiest porn could make a girl feel slightly better while being in a dumpster fire…

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” he comforts you, his large hand cupping your face as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears. Shame he had to wipe them ‘cause they made you look so much prettier, got his cock so much harder.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed as he unzipped his jeans. Life on the road was hard, especially for a sheltered girl like you. Your dad did everything he could to give you the best he could within the tall walls of the QZ. You knew no pain, no suffering, and definitely knew nothing of the outside world. So here he was, on your dad’s request, taking you out into the real world. The QZ could collapse anytime as QZs often did. So when it eventually did, your dad wanted to prepare you for a harder life.

Thankfully, Joel was a kind man. He held you at night when you were feeling cold, taught you how to hunt and carried your pack for you when you were feeling tired. He also comforted you when you felt lonely.

“Daddy…” you whined, too embarrassed to ask. Calling him Daddy always did the job too. You used to call him Joel, but it changed from when he started comforting you. He told you to call him Daddy, said it was more respectful, so you obeyed.

He never made you feel ashamed for wanting comfort, but something about it made you shy.

“Yes, pretty girl. What do you need?”

You put your hand on his lap and stroked him through his jeans though he was already unzipped and ready to give you the comfort you craved.

It started just a couple kilometers from the QZ. He found you sniffling in the corner of the abandoned building you’d both found shelter in for the night. He was so sweet about it too, asking you multiple times if it was okay for him to comfort you this way. He said your dad wouldn’t like it and that was true— your dad had coddled you too much and now he’d begun overcompensating for it. He yelled at you for crying, made you take up the worst shifts in the QZ and sent you off with his friend Joel— a man feared by all of the QZ— to go out and learn the world.

So you begged him to not tell your dad and put your mouth around his cock. From then, it was the only way you could find comfort.

“I need you to say it, darlin’… What do you want?”

“Please take care of me, daddy.”

“I’m taking care of ya already, aren’t I? Make you food, give you blankets, make sure the infected don’t get to ya… What do you want now?”

“Your cock. Please.”

He nodded and took himself out for you. He sat back on the rickety chair and placed a hand on your head, guiding you down to his cock. You took his tip first and sucked on it. He hissed, so maybe it hurt. But let you keep going. You opened your mouth wider and took him in, inch by inch. It hurt sometimes, but he reassured you that you will get better. You wanted to get better.

The taste was also strange. It needed getting used to. But now that you’d had his cock a few times, you were beginning to like it, to get used to it. It was salty from his sweat and it also tasted just like the skin on your arm. But there was something distinctly Joel about it.

“Just like that, darlin’. Good girl, aren’t you? Look so damn pretty like this,” he said, pushing you gently to take more of him. You gagged a little, but went on anyway. You looked up at him, wanting to smile at his compliment but too full of him to do so. More tears rolled down your cheeks at the compliment. He hummed at the sight and twitched inside you.

“Don’t forget to use your tongue,” he reminded and you felt embarrassed for forgetting already. You wanted to be good, wanted to learn everything he taught you quickly so you didn’t trouble him with the same thing twice. But here you were, having forgotten one of the important lessons already.

You did as you were told and moved your tongue along his cock, feeling his veins and ridges. He was hard, so hard but he was also smooth. He moaned as you did, making you shiver. It felt good to hear him moan, made you feel you were doing something right even though none of this was for his own benefit.

He did it just so he could make you feel better, feel less lonely. Sometimes you weren’t even crying when you got a craving for comfort again. You asked him on random nights to fall asleep with his cock in your mouth. It was becoming a kind of an addiction, like how your dad bought those pills from Joel to keep his nightmares out and now he couldn’t go without them.

You weren’t any help with other things either, even though you’d become a better shot and were more alert when it was your turn to keep watch. Suddenly, you were reminded of the time you missed a shot at a deer and made it run off, leaving both you and Joel hungry for days. You sobbed at the reminder, feeling the sharp sting on your cheek when he slapped you.

“Useless fucking whore!” He’d called you right after slapping you. You’d cried then and you cried again at the reminder, forcing yourself to take in the last of his length to prove to yourself that you would do better. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hair before pushing himself inside your mouth forcefully.

“Look so pretty like this, darlin’. Ain’t seen a prettier sight than my whore crying on my cock.” He said, pulling back before pushing into your mouth again. He hit the back of your throat and it hurt, god it hurt so bad. But he kept a firm grip on you, kept you in your place so you didn’t make mistakes again.

“Sorry, darlin’. Daddy’s gotta do this. ‘s too much,” he said, before grabbing your head in both hands. He hammered into you repeatedly, handling your face like it was something he hated. You didn’t know why, but that didn’t make you feel bad. It did the opposite.

You felt good. Like you weren’t a ‘useless fucking whore’ like he had said you were a few times. You were learning like he expected you to. The first time he did this, you forced him to stop and crouched over a bush and threw up the little food you’d eaten. It still hurt to be this way, but you were getting better. You didn’t have to throw up anymore.

He grunted and groaned, let out a few expletives that would’ve made you embarrassed if you were still back in the QZ. They were words you weren’t allowed to use back there. You’d come back from FEDRA school one day, using a bad word and it set him off. He slapped you, much like Joel would slap you later for missing the shot. When you did it again a couple of months later, he slapped you more times.

It was Joel then who came to your rescue. Promising your dad that you would behave better from now, he carried you off to his apartment and tended to your wounds.

“Ohh, of fuck. F-fuuuck… Mmm, such a pretty hole. Such a good hole for me,” he praised before pulling out of you. You inched closer to him, but he pulled you back by your hair, putting you back in place. You gasped softly when something warm hit your face. You tried to move away from it, away from him. It was wrong. How ungrateful did you have to be to jerk away from him like that when he was taking care of you.

“Fuckin’— fuck. Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Take my cum,” he struggled between pants as he continued doing— doing that. The warm sticky thing came out of his cock. You didn’t know what it was, didn’t know if he was okay. It had never happened before. You panicked and held on to his legs, afraid you did something wrong to cause this.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were screwed shut. He grunted and moaned like he was in pain.

“Daddy…” you called for him gently. When he didn’t respond, you touched his thigh and began caressing it. Slowly, gently like he sometimes did to comfort you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, afraid of what you’d done to him. He leaned back on his chair, his hand still in your hair. His breathing slowed down and his fingers massaged your scalp, making you feel good.

“Why’re you apologizing, pretty girl?” He asked, making you sigh in relief.

“I— I don’t— this,” you said, pointing to your face that held the white thing that came out of him. “And you looked like you were in pain.”

He chuckled and looked down at you, before cupping the cheek that didn’t have any of the white thing on it. “You really are so dumb.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you blurted out, not even knowing what you’d done this time.

“I wasn’t in pain. I was feeling good.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm… I know your dad did a lot for ya; you’re his whole world. So it only matters to you when you feel good. But sometimes I need to feel good, too.”

“What makes you feel good?” You asked, desperate to learn, desperate to do for him what he did for you.

“It really helps to have a pretty girl. And you’re a pretty girl, ain’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, good. ‘s long as ya know. Pretty girls like you, you have three holes. It’ll make a man feel good. Just like when I put my cock in your face hole to make you feel good.”

“M-my mouth?” You asked, looking up at him with curiosity. You’ve never heard of it being called that… It felt strange, but you weren’t going to protest. He knew best. Just as your dad told you before sending you out. Joel knows best. Do what he says, no objections.

“Yeah. This pretty mouth,” he said, brushing his thumb over your lips. “When I make you feel good with my cock, I feel good too. But only if you’re a good girl. Only if you do as I say. You did good today, darlin’. You thought of me too instead of being the selfish bitch you always are.”

You surged at the praise, happy that you’d finally learned. Finally did something good for him instead of taking and taking and taking like a selfish bitch.

“And I know you wanna learn. So keep being good like this, okay?”

You nodded.

“Keep being good and I’ll teach you about your other holes.”

“Thank you, Daddy…”

#joel miller fic #joel miller #read the warnings #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x ofc #joel miller smut #tommy tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller age gap #hbo joel miller #hbo joel miller x reader #hbo joel miller x you #daddy issues #x reader #manipulative!joel #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #all that i've inflicted on the world

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! I've been loving the small snippets and headcanons so much, I just went on a small brain off - intake cuteness marathon while reading and saw that your requests were open (or at least they said they were open, if not you can completely ignore this! ´ω`)

Imagine the sweetness of calling Sunday your dove or swan.. Then think of the silly possibilities of calling him OTHER white birds. I would love to see how you would write his reaction to being called different names like "My Royal Spoolbill" "My lovely Red-Vented Cockatoo" "Beloved Masked Booby"

I just think it's a lil fun to tease Mr. Know-it-all with names that he might have to actually go and search up, some birdies being a nicer compliment compared to being called a chonky lil fella like the Willow Ptarmigan(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

Thank you for your time whether you further this thought or not~!

Characters: Sunday x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: Calling him bird names

Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes

(Notes: I found the request after posting it and I decided just to repost so it makes sense)

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

Ugh, you're right the way he would call Dove or Swan. Like in such a sensual voice with you adding with the fact he only does when he whispers in your ear, almost sending shivers down your Spine. Ah, don’t tell him your mind is stuck thinking about something you shouldn’t be. He’s not at all innocent just because appearance, he knows what he’s doing.

Did I ever say that he also kisses your hands while calling you his “beloved swan.” (I’m sorry I’m shameless). He’s such a gentleman giving you cute and sweet nicknames “my beloved swan & my dearest dove.” while you on the other hand are just a menace.

“My lovely rock pigeon.” Anyone hearing that would be so confused and honestly, he is a little. How creative could you be with nicknames? Like calling him “my beautiful stork.” Or “royal tern.” 

The more and more you begin to find more and more white bird names to use for him the more he questions everything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“My dearest stork.”

You say playfully while the back of your hand gently rubs against Sunday's little wings.  They are so soft and warm. “a stork? Am I just a bird with long legs to you?”

 A mischievous grin curls up the corners of your lips while a single eye twinkles at your beloved Sunday. 

“You have little wings and feathers right here so I don’t see a difference really.” you point out the little mini version of wings by the sides of his hair.

along with your words, Sunday grabs your hand and intertwines it with his. “some birds bite if you get too close to them, maybe I should bite you.”  He playfully threatens as he brings your hand closer to his mouth.

“don’t worry I don’t bite that hard.”

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#✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ Yurinna's Writing :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ #sunday hsr #sunday x reader #sunday x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #star rail #star rail x reader #hsr x you #hsr x reader #honkai star rail

[deus-lapidis]

The professor and his spouse

— THE FAT CAT

Characters: Zhongli x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: I’m making more of this AU

Professor Zhongli and his spouse series

What makes a family of two better? A family of three! (ofc only after having established a stable way of living)

You two had been thinking of adopting a pet, since you’ve been watching way too many animal shelter videos of poor little critters needing a home, but nothing was ever set into stone.

So, it was a rather random event when one late afternoon, your husband came home from work with one unit of a cat.

Oh boy, you had to do a double take as to not mistake the cat for a big cushion. He was comically large, almost flowing out of the carrier in his wholistic greatness. His coat was a nice shade of brown with darker streaks here and there, his eyes a rare orange hue, an expression rather disgruntled but not dismissive of the new environment.

You were still stunned, staring at the cat, then looking up to your sheepishly chuckling husband and then back at the cat again, that had sat down on the floor, unmoving and not at all curious about its new home. Like a stubborn boulder, truly.

“My dearest—“

“A-Li, explain please.”

His eyes looked helpless —like a puppy— but he explained to you that he knew that you both hadn’t set anything in stone yet, but one of his colleagues had asked him whether he would be interested in a cat by any chance. Turns out that the incredibly big cat, currently inhabiting the blanket on your sofa, was bred to obtain the rare brown coat and orange eyes, but had been neglected by their owner and fattened to the point of concern.

And thus, he had to be rescued, then was ultimately taken in by Zhongli’s colleague and is now sprawled out (as much as is chonkiness allowed him to) on the couch.

Congrats you’re cat parents now <3

Zhongli decided to name him Azhdaha.

He is excruciatingly fat.

Somehow though, he was comfortable in your home, as if he knew he was with good people now, people that would love and care for him.

Well except for when you brought him to those water exercise courses so he would lose weight for his own good. You always have to bribe him with a treat, so he doesn’t hate you as much anymore.

Although, truthfully, you and your husband have always been close, but this cat brought you even closer to one another.

There’s something sweet about watching Zhongli interact with Azhdaha too.

You two have started talking to the cat and asking generic questions like

“Azh, have you eaten yet? Has Baba given you food yet?”

And when he mrrps back at the one asking, the other half of you two always comments as well, as if to answer the question for Azhdaha.

“Yes, he has eaten.”

You’ve found that your beloved fur friend loves to scream at you in communication and you can find Zhongli conversing with him quite a lot. Sometimes in meows. Sometimes in human language.

On some occasions, Azhdaha likes to wake one of you up by putting every little atom of his entire being into one(1) paw, that is ramming into your solar plexus, while he sniffs the face of his victim.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli fluff #professor zhongli except you’re his spouse and not his student #professor zhongli and his spouse #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #illunis’ scribbles

[ohmyitsfaith]

The sunshine and the grump

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Hi!! I hope you're having a great day or night!,can I request a Ben hargreeves x Fem reader who's very loving and sensitive ,like she's silent and introverted with strangers but very extroverted with her loved ones and always supportive and very caring?,bonus points if she has chonky cat who's lazy and loves Ben! That's all!💓💓” -Requested by @weepingprincepeace​

Warnings: Sparrow!Ben being sparrow Ben? oh, also swearing

Word count: 2k

A/n: Thank you for the request, sorry it took so long!

The first time you met Ben Hargreeves was at a store robbery. You were an unfortunate customer at the cash register when the two masked robbers came in and not only demanded to get cash from the register, but forced you and the cashier to the floor. One was holding you and the cashier back, threatening you with his gun while the other got all the cash out of the register and from your purse.

Thankfully Ben walked in right as they went to hit the two of you in the head and two tentacles got the job done, without him breaking a sweat.

“Are you okay?” Ben helped you and the cashier up, the two tentacles still holding the now unconscious robbers.

“I’m gonna call the cops” the cashier walked away on shaky legs.

You on the other hand were too scared to say anything and too shaky to walk. So instead you just nodded. Ben’s hands stayed on your waist to keep you upright, for which you were simultaneously grateful and made you blush like a schoolgirl.

“Are you hurt?” Ben asked again, wanting to make sure that you were alright.

“No” you whispered, your anxiety keeping your voice under wraps.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m… I”m Y/n” you managed to get out.

“Alright, Y/n. We’re gonna wait for the cops and then I’ll take you home, alright?”

“No” you panicked. “No, don’t.”

“Y/n, you can barely walk from the shock, I’m not gonna let you walk home.”

Ben wasn’t sure why he insisted. Or why he actually cared. He didn’t know you, he had no actual emotional attachment to you. So why? What made him care? What was so special about you?

He didn’t know. And he wouldn’t know until the next time you accidentally met.

He was at a bar with Chris and a couple of girls, just drinking and having fun. After taking you home approximately two weeks ago, he did not expect to see you again. Yet you were constantly on his mind. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way you would tuck your hair behind your ears. Or maybe just that you were shy and sweet. He didn’t know you that well yet, but he could tell.

So when he noticed you coming into the bar, he was shocked but happy to see you. Not like he would ever admit that… to anyone but especially you.

But he couldn’t help going over to the bar and greeting you.

“Hey” he said simply, making you turn around.

“Hey” you looked down at your hands, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Good to see you’re okay.”

You just nodded, feeling too anxious to keep up a conversation. Truth is, it wasn’t only Ben, who was thinking about you a lot. You did as well. For some reason, the notoriously always grumpy Ben Hargreeves was nothing but kind to you and you felt compelled to understand why. Even if that was made harder by your anxiety.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, swearing to himself that this was the last time he would try to talk to you if he couldn’t get an answer out of you.

“I…” you started, mustering up all your courage, “just a coke, thanks.”

“A coke? You came to drink soda at a bar?” he asked, but ordered it for you anyway.

“Well…” you exhaled. “I usually… um… come here to just… to just be somewhere. I don’t like to drink.”

“You do you” he shrugged and handed you your coke. “Well, see you around.”

“Wait” you grabbed his wrist in a sudden burst of confidence. “You… uh… you could stay” you told him. “If you want.”

Ben’s heart fluttered in a weird way he didn’t understand. He looked at where Chris was, but quickly made a decision and sat down next to you.

That night he got to know you a little bit and even convinced you to give him your number. So it was a total success for him. And it was a total success for you too because in a long time he was the first person you could really talk to without being a stuttering, blushing mess.

Your friendship blossomed in a matter of months. Ben started being less bitchy around you and started smiling when he was with you. He learned that you were actually a chatterbox if someone really got to know you. Whenever he had a bad day, you made sure he felt better in no time. You were always excited to hear about his day or week depending on the times he managed to call. You even loved hearing about his siblings even if the thought of meeting them made you incredibly anxious. You also always supported him whenever he needed it. You never said to him to fix it himself or anything.

So was it a surprise that he fell for you? Not really. At first, it was to him, but then he thought it through and he had to admit that it really wasn’t a shock. So, after a while, he gathered all the courage he had and asked you out. And oh boy, was he happy when you accepted!

That’s when he started hanging out at your apartment. He loved being there, especially after getting to know your lazy cat C/n (cat name). He loved the cat and he loved when he would greet him with small licks. After a while, it was obvious to him that the cat loved him just as much as he loved him.

Around the second month of your relationship, Ben took you to meet his family. Of course, you were scared about meeting them, but with Ben by your side, you felt at least a little bit at ease.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna love you” he promised, looking you in the eye as you stood before the gates.

“Okay” you breathed out, trying to calm your heart. “It’s just-”

“I know” his hand cupped your cheek. “But you have nothing to be scared of. I’m here and I’ll be here through this.”

“Thank you” you held his hand on your cheek.

Ben smiled at you and pressed a gentle and loving kiss to your lips.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded and Ben opened the front door to let you into the Sparrow Academy.

The house was huge, you saw that from only the entrance. You knew that despite everything, Ben and his family lived in great conditions. And if the entrance amazed you, then you didn’t have words for the living area. It was honestly bigger than your apartment.

Ben’s arm was around your waist as you marveled at your surroundings. And it tightened the moment he noticed his siblings looking down at the pair of you from the balcony.

“Nice of you to show up” Fei said sarcastically, which made you look up and practically shrink back into Ben at the sudden attention.

“I was busy” Ben replied.

“I can imagine” Fei was unamused.

“Who’s the pretty lady?” Jayme chimed in.

“She's my girlfriend, dipshit.”

“Jayme, play nice. She’s clearly frightened” Marcus tried to calm his siblings. “Hello. We’re Ben’s siblings. I’m Marcus, the leader. These are Fei, Jayme, Alphonso, and Chris. Sloane hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Hi” you waved shyly. ”I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you” Marcus nodded.

“Yeah, you as well.”

That’s when Grace decided to come in.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting company. I’ll make cookies!” she turned around immediately, a bright smile on her face.

“That’s Grace. She’s a robot. She cleans and cooks” Ben provided and you nodded.

That afternoon, you got to know Ben’s siblings. At first, you were shy and quiet, but as you grew more comfortable, you started talking more carefree. It was especially nice when along with the cookies, arrived Sloane, who was the nicest person ever.

“Oh, you must be Ben’s girlfriend! I’m Sloane” she greeted you with an enthusiastic hug.

“I’m Y/n” you said after she let you go.

“Sloane” Ben warned.

“Oh, don’t worry! Y/n and I will be great friends” she smiled so big, you were surprised how it didn’t hurt her.

And true to her words, you and Sloane became not only great friends but best friends. She was a bowl of sunshine and it really helped you to ease into this new situation quicker. She was always so supportive and kind, it was really refreshing.

It was a surprise to no one when on your first anniversary, Ben took you out for a nice dinner. You suspected what was gonna happen, but you let it all play out, not wanting to interfere with his plans. You didn’t take Ben as an anxious person and generally speaking, he really wasn’t. But this was a big step for you both.

“Take my hand” Ben requested.

“Why?” you asked, but lifted your hand to place it in his.

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” he blurted out, his nerves getting the better of him.

“Alright” you chuckled and squeezed his hand.

“Y/n, I know that I’m not the type of person to actively show my love. I’m not normal either. My life and family is a fuck up, a real challenge. But I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because you make me a better person. So Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating in your ear and you really fucking hoped that this was not a dream. That Ben Hargreeves was really on one knee in front of you, asking you to marry him.

“Yes” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Yes? You really will?”

“Of course” you nodded, feeling tears running down your cheek.

Ben jumped up and pulled you in for a hug. A hug so tight it made your heart hurt with realization. This meant so much to Ben. It finally convinced him that there is someone who really loves him and cares about him.

“Thank you” you felt weird thanking him, but honestly, you were thankful.

“What for?” he pulled away slightly.

“For loving me and sticking by my side, even though it was hard at first.”

“I should thank you then. I was an asshole.”

“No” you shook your head. “From day one, you have been so kind to me. I love you.”

“I love you too” he pressed a kiss to your lips, which you reciprocated easily.

And that was something the two of you incorporated into your vows a few months later. With Fei and Sloane as your bridesmaids (Jayme refused to wear a dress, but said that she was honored) and Chris as Ben’s best man (you learned to understand him even though it was challenging at times), you got married to Ben Hargreeves.

And that meant that you and C/n moved into the Sparrow Academy. Your life changed for the better and you had Ben to thank for that. His family became yours and you knew that they’d always be there for you, just as you’d always be there for them.

Honestly, life was great. You had everything you could ever wish for. You had an amazing husband, his family, and your cat. It was usually calm at the mansion and even when it wasn’t, it didn’t cause you any problems. So everything was great. Nothing could bring your mood down, right?

The alarm blasted through the space, summoning the sparrows. They were all dressed in their uniforms, standing on the balcony as you stood beside Ben.

“Dad, who are these assholes?”

Well, maybe your life won’t be so calm now.

[Masterlist]

#ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x you #ben hargreeves x y/n #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy x y/n #tua x reader #tua x you #tua x y/n #the umbrella academy ben #tua ben #sparrow!ben x reader #sparrow!ben x you #sparrow!ben x y/n #sparrow!ben

[hanafubukki]

Angst time (Tsum version)

Did Riddle Tsum was also held back and kept behind bars by his mother? Was Baby Riddle Tsum also crying watching his mother scream at Trey Tsum's parents for something "he" did?

Was Leona Tsum also told he was cursed and thus was a "spare" Tsum? What did he feel when he saw Cheka Tsum and knew he isn't a wanted Tsum anymore?

Was Chonky Baby Azul Tsum Also Bullied for being too squishy and it being like Riella Tsum? Was he also having trouble with Tsum food that's why?

Were Kalim & Jamil Tsums also survived poison attempts? Were there also the fact that those mean Tsum "relatives" tried separating them by reminding their positions in Tsum hierarchy?

Was Vil Tsum also played Villain to the hero of Neigh Tsum ? Was Vil Tsum also not the most beautiful Tsum of Tsum world?

Did Idia Tsum also post his original brother Ortho Tsum to phantom Tsum? And thus built the first Tsumoid of Tsum world cause Survivor world was too much?

Was Malleus Tsum also lonely and touch starved cause he was a scary Tsum? Did Malleus Tsum also sneak out one day and found Lilia Tsum holding Silver Tsum saying how little he is and thus Malleus Tsum knew he was too big for even Lilia Tsum?

Additionally did Melanor Tsum also sang the lullaby to MalleTsumEgg? And Malleus Tsum sang in its uhm uhm back to it when it was singing it for Baby Silver Tsum!

Hello Sayo 💕🌷🌺

Sayo Sayo Sayo I’m coming after you, why would you do this to me?? Riddle?!? Being held behind bars?! No 💔

Chunky baby Azul sounds so cute 🥹

I don’t know thinking of tsum Vil in cute villain costumes is adorable!

They are so cute why angst?!?

What was with that malleus being too big?!? They stack, it’s okay you’ll never be big for papa malleus 😭

Thinking of chapter 7 tsums would be se cute 🥹🥹

Come here Sayo, let’s talk 😈

#answered #🌺Sayo🌺 #twisted tsumderland

[forever-fixating]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by my buddies @onthewaytosomewhere and @priincebutt

I've been scribbling non-stop for the past three days on living in a new normal. The next part is in Alex's POV, and my boy has A LOT to say. This next update is gonna be a chonky boi, so I hope you're ready. It's got angst and fluff and maybe a hint of spice if my muse will cooperate. Here is a sneaky peeky. Enjoy!

Running his fingers through those gold strands, he whispered, “Wake up, sleepyhead. I bought us dinner.” Henry stirred with a groan at the sound of Alex’s voice. A hand appeared beneath the duvet to push his mask onto his forehead. Confusion gave way to a sleepy smile when Henry’s eyes focused on Alex. “I knew it,” Alex said, still running his fingers through Henry’s hair. “Knew what?” Henry asked, his voice still rough from sleep. “That you’re beautiful when you first wake up.” Henry turned to hide his face in his pillow, but Alex spied the tips of his ears, turning an adorable shade of pink. A Taylor Swift lyric floated through his mind as he turned on the lamp. This could either break my heart or bring me back to life. He hoped it would be the latter. Alex stood and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you hungry? I didn’t know if you’d feel like going out, so I got sandwiches.” Henry nodded and pushed himself up into a seated position. Smiling at Alex, he leaned forward, cupping his jaw, and gave him a sleepy kiss. Alex slipped his hand beneath Henry’s wrinkled Oxford shirt to rest it on the impossibly soft curve of Henry’s waist. Alex moaned into their kiss when Henry’s hand moved to tangle itself in his curls and pulled gently. This kiss had none of the fierce passion from their previous encounter in New York, but it was no less perfect. Their lips parted with a noisy smack. Henry smiled and said, “I’m so happy to be here.” Alex thought he would float away in that moment he felt so light and soft. He grinned and nuzzled closer to Henry. “And I’m so happy you came.” Henry snorted. Alex, realizing how that sounded, reached down to pinch Henry’s ass and said, “Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty old man!” “Yes,” Henry laughed, pulling back and sitting cross-legged against the headboard. “Pinch my arse and call me the dirty old man.” “I didn’t realize there was an R in ass.” “Fuck off.”

I'm not sure when this part will be ready. The boys still have a day to explore New Orleans together and then the concerts. Stay tuned! Thanks for reading!

No tags this time because it's late. Gotta get back to scribbling.

#living in a new normal #wip wednesday #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue fan fiction #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

[besthimbomachine]

my love when it counted. 04

summary: The company Christmas party rolls around and when Kenny sees you with a certain cowboy by your side, he can't stop the jealousy from burning within him. Returning to his usual plan, he tries to avoid you, but can't keep his eyes from going back to your form. However, just as he is about to leave, something else happens that shakes his night completely. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8346 warning: there be high consumption of alcohol in this one, nothing way too intense but there is some drunkenness chonky boy, good thing I managed to keep it down to around 8K cause that's my cap. we got a bit of stuff happening in this one but I hope it doesn't feel like too much. thank you everyone for coming this far with me, leave your feedback and what not, I'm really always happy to have you all here!

04.

The minute you stepped foot out of the cab, a sharp pain shot up your ankle, almost breaking your smile into a grimace. You wouldn’t let it, though, not right now. The poor excuse for a joint could flare up all it wanted tomorrow, but right now you were trying to look your best for the company Christmas party. It was going to be your first at AEW, and you weren’t just about to let some dumb, unlucky fall fuck it up for you. You were tougher than that.

“You alright there?” Adam’s drawl breaks through the chilly night air, hitting your ears almost hearty and smooth as he extends his hand to help you out.

You look back up at him, fixing your smile again as you take his offer, putting your weight on his warm and strong grip as he pulls you up. When you finally stand, there is not much more than a hand of distance from the two of you. The air between you feels warm from his breath, and it smells like his perfume, tobacco and honey, and you can’t tell why, but it seems fitting the cowboy would smell like this. 

“Guess I’m still feeling this week’s match,” you laugh, and he follows suit, sound enveloping the space as he nods in understanding, “but thanks, I’m gonna be fine.” 

With a sunny smile, Adam nods to you once more, relief washing through your body when he doesn’t press you further. He had been serving as great company so far, you were both staying at the same hotel and he’d offered to leave with you for the party together and share a cab - an offer you were happy to accept. The man was a welcomed mix of familiarity with something new, back in Japan you generally didn’t spend much time together - at least not without Kenny around - so you only got to know him more now. And sure, you weren’t completely blind to his less conspicuous interests, but it’s not like you minded.

Adam removes his hand from yours and for a moment you miss its warmth. Though, he soon places it on the small of your back, heating the skin through the clothes as he ushers you inside the doors to the building where the party was being held. He makes chit chat with you as you walk down the halls and stop to leave your bag at the entrance. Soon, the both of you pass through another set of large doors, finally being met with the vast hall that actually housed the event.

The inside of the hall was warm and brightly lit with multiple decorative lights. Their colorful glow bathed the place in what you could only describe as a very holiday feeling aura. One that was only reinforced by the absolutely immense Christmas tree decorating one corner of the place. It almost reached the ceiling, and you wondered if it was even legal to cut down a tree this big - and, you assumed, this old. Well, it must have been, and regardless, the thing now stood as the centerpiece of the event, long branches heavily decorated in ornaments, lights, and fake snow. A far more beautiful and welcoming sight compared to the plastic trees you'd seen in the arena on your previous show.

It wasn't long into the party when you arrived, but the place was already full enough that the voices and noise of clinking glass and laughter could be heard under the beat of the music. The center of the vast hall stood empty of tables or chairs, a few people dancing around the space already as you arrived - you assumed the number would grow as the night went on and alcohol did its thing. Surrounding that there were scattered tables with seating for multiple people and a few separate armchairs.

To both of your sides stood large and long food tables, with all sorts of dishes laid over their deep red table cloths. As you entered, you could see waiters passing by you with water and all sorts of non-alcoholic looking beverages. On the opposite wall from the entrance stood the bar. Of course, anything without alcohol was free, but the alcohol you'd have to pay for. A classic, you didn't love it, but you knew it was the smartest choice for a company to make.

Adam's hand trails from the small of your back to your shoulder slowly as he leans in close to your ear. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he speaks, the deep drawl of his voice having a shudder running through your spine as you hear his smooth baritone calling your name. The sound feels almost soothing on your skin. You look up at him, and he is so close, inviting blue eyes pulling you in as his face stands inches from your own.

"Already this full, huh? They really went all out this time," he laughs, and you follow suit, sharing in the warmth of the sound. "Listen, I have some people I need to talk to, mind if we split now and meet again later?"

He winks at you and something bubbles under your skin, a smile coming to your lips. "Sounds fine by me," you nod at him and he thanks you, squeezing your shoulder before he is off somewhere else.

Alone now, you let your hunger get the best of you, making your way to one of the food tables before you even thought of talking to anyone. If it looked full from far away, it looked even more from up close. The thing was stacked with all sort of winter foods and decorated with fake candles and elaborate flower arrangements. Just as you were making a plate for yourself, though, you heard Nick's voice calling from behind you.

"Well, well, look at who is here on time? Arriving in the first hour of the party? Surprising," Nick teased you in a cheerful tone as you turned to him, one of his arms hugging you around the shoulders as he held a plate in the other hand. "Though, did you just come for the food?"

"Look at who is talking," you laughed, pointing at his own full plate as you slapped his free arm.

"Hey, I'm taking this for the wife," he retorts in feigned offense before laughing alongside you, "you should come see her, you know. Find our table and come say hi before you go spend your evening with your date."

"Shut it, Nick," you roll your eyes, slapping him in the arm again as he smirks at you, his undertones fare more clear than you'd like, "I don't have a date. You are blowing things out of proportion."

Just as he is about to reply, you both hear another voice call your name, this time it's a clear feminine tone breaking through the noise of the crowd. Nick is quick to quiet down as you both see Willow Nightingale approaching, a bright and cheerful smile adorning her face as she throws an arm around your shoulders. You swallow thick, hoping she hadn't heard what Nick said, and you wouldn't have to be explaining anything.

"I hadn't seen you here yet, did you just arrive now?" Willow's words come in the sweetest tone as she speaks to you before turning to Nick. "What you two up to?"

"Just congratulating her for being here on time. You know, she has a bit of a track record for being late for things," you shake your head as Willow just looks in your direction, laughing as Nick raises an eyebrow. "I was also telling her she has to pass by my table, gotta see my wife. You haven't seen each other since your debut here, months ago."

You make to respond, but Willow is faster, the arm around your shoulders tightening a bit as she brings your body closer to hers. "I'll remind her of that, Nick, I give you my word," she straightens up her back, mocking a salute Nick's way before continuing. "But right now, I'm gonna have to drag her away, 'cause she said she'd be here fifteen minutes ago."

You bite your lower lip, brows creasing as you try to make your best pleading eyes to Willow. It was possible that you may have gotten a bit distracted by the large and comfortable bathtub in your hotel room - just maybe. You simply weren't the best with punctuality, something that didn't really change over the years. Shit, at least it was just fifteen minutes this time. Nick openly laughs at your situation as Willow looks at you in judgment, waving a hand at you both before he turns around and makes his way to his table. Just as Nick is out of earshot, Willow turns to you with mischief tainting her usually soft eyes. You could already guess what she'd say before she even did it.

"Now," she starts in an almost whisper, "before you go anywhere, did I just see you arriving with a certain blond cowboy?"

It had been something over two hours since Kenny arrived at the party when he saw you. Honestly, he was expecting to go a bit longer without this inevitability happening, seeing how he’d arrived early at the event. Matt had helped organize things, and Kenny wanted to be there for his friend from the start. And he had wanted to buy himself more time before he’d have to start plotting what parts of the party to avoid so everyone - including himself - could have a fine enough time. 

Well, so long to that now.

Sipping from his soda, Kenny tried his best to keep his eyes away from your form. But he knew he was fighting a loosing battle. Your image had some sort of magnetic pull on him - and they made visions from that fateful video he’d recently find pop back into his mind. You looked beautiful. Gorgeous even. A sight to behold in true splendor as he watched you laughing in cheerful joy alongside Willow Nightingale. It had been a while since he’d seen you laugh so earnestly, and Kenny was ashamed to admit it brought warmth to his heart. You were more beautiful when you were laughing than any other time. Though, as he looked you over again, a bothersome worry took home in his mind.

Kenny had seen you taking quite an ugly fall on the last show, you’d managed to salvage what you could of the move, not letting the audience know how bad it had been, but he still could tell. Besides, from what he gathered of the backstage talk, the ring-side doctor hadn’t been all too happy with the looks of your ankle, something about being twisted and it being safer to immobilize. So, what he was expecting when you appeared at the party was to see you at least in a brace. And yet, he saw no brace at all.

Sure, he wasn’t a doctor, and he hadn’t seen you walking around just yet to try and guess if you were truly ok. But it still didn’t sit right with him. Maybe it was because he clearly remembered you being too proud and careless with your body, constantly pushing it beyond its limits. A crime Kenny himself had committed, and paid the steep price for. He watched you like a hawk as you held conversation with Willow, intently observing your fidgeting and posture until you two finally moved, walking towards one of the tables.

“Staring? Seriously, Kenny?” Matt’s voice snapped through the background noise of the party, pulling Kenny’s eyes towards him.

“It’s not,” Kenny grunted, Matt looking straight at him, eyebrows raised in mocking incredulity. “Listen,“ he looks towards you again, voice low and quiet, “didn’t she take a bad fall on her ankle last show?”

Matt looked in your direction, keeping silent for a moment before he answered Kenny’s question, not even looking back at him. “Yeah, now that you mention it,” he trailed off, squinting at your form as you walked.

Kenny nodded to him, muttering something about you being stubborn. This time the man had a reason, Matt did remember you’d taken quite the dangerous fall earlier in the week. The ring-side doctor had wanted you in a brace, that much he’d heard, but he didn’t really know the details. All he knew is that it looked ugly, and if it had been him, he’d probably be in the damn brace.

“Hmm,” he muttered, more to himself than to Kenny, “I really thought she’d be in -” Matt cut his words off as soon as he noticed where you were going. Or rather, to whom. “Well, maybe she is fine, and we’re just overreacting, come on.”

Matt tried to take Kenny’s attention away from you the minute he noticed you’d left Willow and were making a beeline to Adam Page. Sure, he imagined his friend had already noticed that Adam had been acting pretty friendly towards you for a little while now. Kenny wasn’t dumb, but Matt thought it’d be better to just keep him away from witnessing the thing himself. The last thing anyone needed right now was for the tenuous peace between you to be broken.

Too bad Kenny had already noticed the scene.

When Kenny saw the direction you were walking in, something in him froze. Hangman. You were making your way to Hangman Adam Page. The cowboy had been a common sight around you, he knew. You often prepared for matches together, he knew. The two of you had become fast friends, he knew. He was well aware of everything, he wasn’t blind, but the sight still had the air in his lungs turning to ice in the blink of an eye.

He watched as Adam greeted you with an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as you two laughed at something. Spying in silent pain as you two fell into step together, the cowboy’s hand soon slipping to the small of your back as you walked towards the bar. To Kenny, his interests were clear as day. Especially because he’d been aware of them since way back in New Japan. 

Adam had taken a shine to you even before you had started dating Kenny. However, the man had been too slow and when Kenny started dating you, he knew better than to tempt fate. It was an ugly thing to admit, but even if Adam tried nothing through your entire relationship, he still sparked a burning jealousy in Kenny whenever he showed up. It was wrong, he knew, and it was worse now, sensing the remnants of that feeling coming back to life. A scowl slowly forming on his face.

“Come on, Kenny” Matt shook his shoulder, strong grip pulling him out of his thoughts, “let’s go check up on Nick.” 

Kenny knew what Matt was trying to do, gaze almost begging him to just leave it be and go do something else. The hand on his shoulder remained there, holding strong until Kenny nodded, eyes lingering on you and Adam before he turned around. If his jealousy was wrong before, he had absolutely no right to it now, and he knew. He could acknowledge the lingering feeling, but he wouldn’t feed it - least he’d fall into old behaviors. So he turned around, following Matt to see wherever Nick was. Making a quiet promise to himself that he’d try not looking your way anymore for the night.

The warmth of Adam’s large hand once again heats the skin in the small of your back, warmth spreading through the fabric of your clothes. He keeps you close by as you both maneuver through the people in the direction of the bar, hand slipping to hold onto your side as you pass a specially narrow space. You can feel his clothes ruffling against yours as your hips brush against his and your shoulder pushes against his side. 

It was a space you could have easily passed in a line, but you weren’t about to complain. Not when his strong grip dug into your skin in the most delicious way. And not in the least when you enjoyed so much the smell of his perfume and the way his body warmed yours so completely. His touch bringing goosebumps as his fingers trailed from your side to the small of your back.

“So,” Adam’s deep voice reached your ears just as your hands touched the cold marble of the bar, “what we drinking?”

You looked at him, eyes meeting his own just as he leaned on the hard counter, shooting a gorgeous smile your way. The hand that was on your back now holding onto the pockets of his pants. Mirroring his pose, you raised an eyebrow before responding. “We?”

“Well,” he paused, a small laugh escaping his beautiful lips before he shrugged his shoulders, “though I’d match you for now. And my treat, of course.”

“Adam, you really don’t need to,” you replied.

“But I want to,” Adam’s words were earnest as they spilled from his mouth, he paused in silence for a second waiting for your answer, when he saw your hesitation he pushed again, “come on.”

“Yeah,” you shook your head before accepting, turning your body to the front again and fully resting your forearms on the cold marble, “if it’s my pick, we are having a highball then.”

Well, it seemed you were in the presence of a gentleman cowboy. To be honest, you thought Adam’s attempts at chivalry funny, if not endearing. It was not something you really cared about, but it seemed to fit well into that aura he had about him. It also probably helped that he had those gorgeous blue eyes that stirred something within you with an ease you wouldn’t admit. Anyway, you hoped he’d prove to be great company for the night. And who knows, maybe tomorrow you wouldn’t have to wake up in your own hotel room.

Time passed by pretty fast as you were with Adam. And sure, the alcohol certainly helped it feel like that. But it’s not like it could have done the job all by itself. The man had a magnetic charm that kept pulling you towards him at all time, and his company was definitely a highlight of the night. When you first saw him again, on the day of your debut for AEW, you thought he looked like something straight out of a barbie movie. Just a pretty dumb blonde, and you'd had your fair share of these already. Though, he quickly proved you wrong, and now he had you interested.

You’d spent a good part of your evening with him. Talk about one thing turned into talk about another with the ease of a well trained dance. You’d trade looks and light - sometimes accidental - touches with each other more than you’d had in any of your previous interactions. Sure, the fair amount of alcohol was helping along with that too, working as the social lube that eased the movement along. You’d say you were pretty enthralled by the whole game if it weren’t for the damn pain starting to rise in your ankle. And you were a bit drunk now too, that wasn’t helping.

At some point in the night, you and Adam had gotten into something of a drinking game - you wouldn’t even want to call it a competition per se. It wasn’t quite so much an open and clear thing, but Adam had teased you about your taste in drinks and you didn’t take teasing too lightly. He probably wasn’t aware, since you’d spend very little time around each other back in Japan, but you were something of a heavy drinker. An old habit that a few times saw you needing Kenny’s help to haul your intoxicated ass back to safety. But most of the time you were fine, out drinking a lot of the guys in your group. So, you weren’t willing to let the sweet talking blonde do you dirty like that.

But maybe this time you just might have bitten off a bit more than you could chew. Perhaps it was because Adam was some sort of bottomless pit for alcohol, or perhaps the pain you were feeling was making you weaker, but you seemed to be a bit more affected by the drinking than he was. And he clearly was affected, but he was still gulping the beer down like nothing and you had started feeling like calling it a night.

You were drunk, tired and in pain from your ankle, and all that was starting to take its toll on you. Between staying in the - standing room only - counter of the bar and being taken to dance by Adam, your hurt joint seemed to be getting a bit more action than it wanted. You had managed to take a break and find an empty pair of armchairs for you and him now, but the thing was still complaining. No matter how well you tried to pretend it wasn’t. 

Rubbing your ankle lightly through your boots, you caught Adam returning with your beers from the corner of your eye, quickly wiping the grimace from your face. You at least wanted to save face about this - at least in front of the guy you had spent the whole night flirting with. He quickly sat down on the empty chair, handing your cup to you with that perpetually bright smile. In turn, you shot the best one you could muster - you’d salvage at least your pride, even if you couldn’t fully have what you wanted from the night.

“Really, Kenny?” Matt sighed loudly again as he looked at his friend, sulking in a quiet corner as he stared in your direction. “Try not to bore a hole through them while I’m out, okay?”

Kenny shook his head, breaking his eyes from you and towards Nick, who was looking at him with a mix of pity and judgment that felt deeply offensive. “You leaving already?”

“No strength to keep on this time, man, I’m dying to fall asleep. Sorry, I’m gonna have to leave you alone,” he paused for a beat, eyes glancing in your direction for a split moment before coming back to Kenny, “and hope you survive.”

Matt pulled Kenny into a hug, wrapping his arms around his friend’s shoulder and holding strong for a second before letting go. Part of him wanted to stay, help Kenny not do something so self destructive as spying on his ex girlfriend and the guy she was flirting with, but he was exhausted. He’d chosen to leave now exactly because the man had stayed very well behaved through the night, so to see him slipping right as Matt was about to go home had him worried. Though, worry still couldn’t beat his need to sleep right now.

“I’m gonna be fine,” Kenny paused, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to convince Matt or himself, “I should be going soon enough too, just talk to a few more people and get on my way home.”

“Sounds good,” Matt replied, trying to sound as confident as possible, but Kenny could feel the uncertainty and disbelief through his friend's voice, “just take care ok?”

With that, Matt left, and Kenny was alone in the vast hall, hands in his pockets as he fidgeted in tension. Matt was right to be judging him, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew, but something burnt in the back of his head, something that wasn’t exactly his jealousy. As his eyes turned back to you - despite his friend’s best advice - his brows furrowed in tension. He was certain you looked to be in pain. With Adam having returned to his seat, Kenny couldn’t get a perfectly good look to be sure, but even from distance he could tell you were in pain. And what pissed him off more was how Adam didn’t even seem to notice.

You’d spent probably about another hour just sitting, drinking, and talking - and flirting - with Adam when his Dark Order friends appeared. You couldn’t tell if you were annoyed at how loud they were, upset they cut your flirting short, or happy to catch a break from the drinking when they barged into your conversation out of the blue. They were all clearly drunk too, and soon enough they started dragging a profusely apologetic Adam away in the direction of the bar. You told him it was fine and you could talk more later, just as they pulled him from his chair and went on their way.

The minute they were out of sight, you extended your legs, breathing in a deep sight of relief as you relaxed your pained muscles. The ankle was hurting badly and you were pissed off at the whole thing, trying with all your might to shove the pain to the back of your head as you got up. Though, the moment you were on your feet a new problem appeared as a spinning dizziness took over your senses. Still, you really needed to go to the bathroom and no pain or vertigo would be able to stop you. 

Kenny was on the back hallway, on his way to the parking lot so he could go home, when he saw you ahead, walking slowly into the darkened corridors. You hadn’t seen him, and for a second he considered just letting you go your way before he went his. Though, that all went astray when he noticed your uncertain gait, a slight stumble that had him on alert. You had been drinking all night with the cowboy, so you were certainly drunk. However, he couldn’t be sure if that was just the alcohol, or if your ankle was actually hurt too. Either way, worry got the best of his mind, and before he could stop it, his feet were carrying him to you. 

“Hey there,” he approached you from behind, holding your arm as you stumbled to the side, before you could reach the wall, “you alright?”

His voice registered in your head before the warmth of his large hand could, a shiver running down your spine at the surprise interruption. You didn’t realize how close Kenny was until you turned to the side, his large blue eyes staring deep into your soul. On instinct, you took one step back before wincing, pain flaring up your ankle again. His brows furrowed and his other hand came to your shoulder, steadying you in place. His hands heated the space they touched, and you could feel your heart racing for a second before you found your words again.

“I’m fine,” you slurred out the words, pulling your arm from him in an almost swaying motion, the hand on your shoulder following suit and releasing you, “what are you, my caretaker?”

Kenny stifled a laugh at your reaction, he knew you’d probably not be happy with him around, but even in your state, you were still too proud to admit you weren’t fine. Some things just don’t change over time, and for some reason that thought put his heart at ease. Standing so close to you now, he could feel your perfume, you smelled like chocolate and roses, yet another thing that hadn’t changed since New Japan. Though, even under the strong sweet notes, he could still smell the remnants of beer on you.

“No,” Kenny spoke softly, looking over your clearly bewildered form, “but you don’t really seem fine,” he pauses for a second as you roll your eyes and huff in his direction. “I mean, you are clearly drun-”

“Oh,” you cut him off, hands coming to your waist as you shot him your best death glare, which with half lidded eyes and a slurred voice wasn’t much, “you controlling how much I drink now?”

Kenny takes a deep breath in, frustration building up in him but still not drowning his worries. “Nope, I’m more worried about that ankle.”

“I’m fine,” you repeat your words, but your unsteady voice does nothing to reinforce the message. Kenny can clearly see you get on the defensive when he motions to your feet, and if what he knew of you was still true, he could clearly see through your lie. “I don’t need you to babysit me.”

Before he can protest, you turn on your good heel, stepping towards the stairs ahead with a level of certainty only alcohol can give. You move to descend the short flight of steps, but the moment your feet hits the first one, your ankle gives away. To your dazed mind, it all happens in a flash. You let out a small yelp in surprise and next thing you know, a pair of strong arms wraps around your torso, pulling you away from the incoming ground. 

You feel your back hitting Kenny’s large chest, the warmth of his body spreading through yours like water, flowing into every part it touches. His hands hold tight to your sides as his arms pull your body into his. You hear him grunt, a deep and rough sound right against your ear, hot breath fanning on your neck and causing goosebumps down your spine. 

A dizziness takes over your mind, and you can’t tell if it’s from your feet not touching the ground or if it’s his scent taking over your senses. He smells like coffee and wood and the slightest bit of leather, almost like a coffee shop in the morning. It seems so different from what you were used to, just the leather remaining from his New Japan days, the only connective tissue to a time that felt so distant.

“Hey, no hush now,” Kenny laughs against your skin, descending the stairs in long strides, two steps at a time and in a moment he is done, slowly putting you back on the floor.

His arms didn’t leave your body until he was sure you were steady on your foot, and even then Kenny still hoovered close by in case you’d fall again. Or so he told himself. Yes, he was worried about you, and he was truly trying to help, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed having you in his arms again. He’d be lying he said that having his lips so close to your neck and your ass so close to his crotch didn’t have an effect on him. But now the moment was gone, he wouldn’t dwell on it, and he was still left worrying about you.

Kenny watches as you slowly come out of your daze, body swaying slightly as you found your ground. He couldn’t blame you, you were pretty drunk, and he was sure almost falling to the floor hadn’t helped in any way. It’s a long moment before life comes back to your eyes, you rub one hand against your temple and Kenny can only imagine that the alcohol was already working its undesirable side effects on you. Steadying your breath, you blink rapidly a few times before turning back to him, your beautiful eyes still transpiring some confusion and pain. Once more, he finds himself wanting to hold you, but he knew you’d find no safety in his touch.

“Thank you,” your words come in an almost whisper, like they were a secret shared between the two of you.

“It’s nothing,” he replies, voice as soft as his blue eyes, he knows he has concern written all over his face, clear for anyone to see, even as he takes a step back to give you more space. “You know that’s not good, right?”

He gestures with his eyes to your ankle, and you’d be surprised by the gentleness in Kenny’s quiet tone if you weren’t so annoyed by his insistence. And by the voice in the back of your mind reminding you that he was right. But you didn’t want him to be.

“Come on, Kenny,” your words lack their usual edge, and you know that, exhaustion and pain overtaking your annoyance at him.

“You just fell from climbing down one step,” Kenny’s voice remains quiet, and somehow it feels wrong. By this point you’d expect the irritation, the strong imposing tone, but not this melodic half whisper. It baffles you in a way that only aggravates more your current sense of confusion.

“And why do you even care?” There is still a slurring to your words, but this time your frustration comes across. Huffing out, you glare at him, but his blue eyes don’t bulge as he stares deep into your soul. It irritates you to no end.

Kenny feels annoyance start to gain ground on his mind, slowly trying to erode his patience. Part of him wants to leave you here, if you don’t want his help then so be it, let your newfound friend deal with this issue. But you were in a vulnerable position, drunk and hurt, and the cowboy was way too many beers in to even notice. So he fights his frustration with your stubbornness - besides, he knew you had a reason not to trust him after all - pushing it to the side as he takes a deep breath in.

“Well,” he pauses, having absolutely no answer he knew you’d like to hear, jumping to whichever one comes to his mind, trying his best to keep his voice calm and low, “we are supposed to be colleagues, right? I’m sorry, but in our profession that's what colleagues do, take care of each other.”'

“Don’t give me that flack,” you roll your eyes again, turning around and braving through the pain as you start making your way towards the bathroom.

“I’m sorry if you can’t believe that I care, but I do,” Kenny has to stifle a laugh again, still finding humor in how headstrong you were. 

He watches your unsteady gait for a moment before following suit, reaching your side in just a few long strides. You were walking slowly, an unnatural sway to your movement. Kenny could tell you were fighting both the pain and the alcohol in your system. It was difficult to watch as you struggled through what seemed to be a loosing battle. 

“I saw your fall last show,” he continues, voice tainted by his worry as he tries to make you come to reason, “you saved face, but it was botched. Matt said the doctor wanted you immobilized, I know that under those boots your ankle is badly twisted.”

“It’s not that bad,” you turn to him for a second, half lidded eyes meeting his annoyed gaze before you turn forward again, “I’m gonna be fine.”

Kenny shakes his head and you bring a hand to your temple, mumbling something he can’t understand before your step falters and you stumble in his direction. His reflexes are quicker though, and before you can lose your footing he extends his arm to you, your hand finding the exposed skin of his forearm. His other hand finds your shoulder again, pushing you to back into balance slowly with a gentle grip. It all goes by in a moment, and you seem to barely register it as you keep on walking, free hand touching the wall beside you for purchase.

“Oh no,” he grunts, soft tone holding a tint of mockery, keeping pace with your sluggish steps, “I think you are way too drunk to make a trustworthy assessment of yourself right now.”

You make a sound of genuine bafflement that has Kenny’s chest shaking in silent laughter at your reaction. “I’m not that drunk,” you look at him like he had offended your honor, but the slurring of your voice and the way you dragged out the word ‘that’ only makes it funnier to him.

“I can’t tell if your stumbling is your ankle or the alcohol,” Kenny’s response comes in a playful tone and he smiles at the pout it brings to your face as you look forward again, “and you are even holding onto my arm for support.”

Kenny’s smug grin is broken by a full laugh as he watches your eyes widen in shock, a small gasp escaping your lips as you hurriedly pull your hand away from his arm. He mouths an apology but keeps on laughing as you pause, eyes fitting him with a mix of irritation and offense. He knows the moment is serious - and he still worries about you - but he can’t help his reaction. It had been so long, but now he was remembering, he’d always found you an amusing drunk.

“Fuck you,” you mumble in his general direction, doing what he could only describe as a power limping your way ahead.

His laughter dies down a little as you both reach the bathroom, looking back at you just to find that annoyed pout in your face again. “How did you even get in that shape anyway?”

You stop to look at him, hand already holding the door open as you rest your shoulder on the door frame. “I was trying to prove a point,” you squint, leaning towards Kenny and he can almost feel your warm breath, “I refuse to be fucking out drank by someone younger than me, let alone someone who looks like he came straight out of a barbie western movie, I didn’t grow up stealing my father’s whiskey for nothing.”

You turn your back to him, letting the door slam as you enter the bathroom. Oh, yes, this whole mess had Adam’s fingers all over it, even more than he’d previously thought. Kenny had never known you to be so bad with your drinking. But you were generally an easily excitable social drinker. You’d want to match whoever you were drinking with - or worse, out drink them - and things could easily escalate from there. This was a bad mix when he took into consideration the cowboy’s less than laudable drinking habits.

Kenny rests his back to the wall just as the door closes, taking a deep breath to quell the burning sensation that had returned to his veins. He knew this was not the moment to be feeling jealous, but the image of Adam flirting so openly with you still brought a knot to his throat. Worse, the thought that maybe the man could have been trying to use alcohol as a fast lane into your pants made him angry and sick to the stomach. Though, this time, something else burned alongside his jealousy and rage. 

He had known the cowboy to be a flirt - and sure, Kenny didn’t think you needed his protection or that you’d be looking for a relationship just because you were flirting back. However, he’d expect the man to at least not be so careless towards the person before him. It was hard to believe he couldn’t notice the state of your ankle - at least while he was sober - and despite your stubbornness, the right thing to do would be offering to help. And yet, here he was, with you drunk and no Adam in sight.

Shaking his head, Kenny tries to purge Adam from his brain, willing his mind to remember that adorable annoyed pout you’d shot his way just seconds earlier. “Oh,” a slight amusement returns to his tone as turns his face to the wall, voice louder now so you could hear it on the other side, “you were trying to out drink the cowboy. Word of advice, I don’t even think he has a liver anymore, so you really don't wanna win this competition.”

There is a moment of pause before Kenny hears your voice coming from the other side, confusion and annoyance spilling through your tone. “Wait, why are you still here? I’ve entered the bathroom, you can go.”

He laughs, sure you’d be reacting like that, you were still under the impression you could do fine without help. “You are very drunk and very hurt. I’m sorry but I gotta be here to make sure there is someone to help in case you fall, or throw up,” he pauses for a moment, shrugging before he speaks again. “Or both.”

A few seconds of silence goes by before Kenny hears a noise coming from inside the bathroom. It has him on alert, calling out your name as he knocks on the door, then repeating his call when you don’t answer immediately. At least he hadn’t heard any gagging or any other noise that would indicate you were sick, but the situation still has him on the edge.

“I’m ok,” your voice comes muffled from the other side but still brings him a level of relief, it doesn’t last long though. “It was a small miscalculation,” you reassure him as you open the door, but it doesn’t quite work as you stumble once more just as you step out of the bathroom.

Kenny is quick to catch you, your hands falling to his large chest as he steadies you on your feet again. His eyes scan your face as you step on your hurt leg, discomfort clear as day even as you try to minimize it. You hold onto the door frame for support and once Kenny is sure you won’t fall again he drops to look at your ankle. The heavy boots you are wearing don’t let him see much, but as his fingers press against your joint you hiss, and he can feel that something is badly swollen under there.

“Yep,” Kenny responds, voice serious as he gets up again, “that’s it, I’m taking you to your hotel room, can’t really leave you like this.”

You grunt, tone rough from the pain you were trying to mask. “Kenny, it’s fi-”

“Don’t give me an it’s fine,” he cuts you off, any playfulness leaving his voice as he stares directly into his eyes, “I can see it isn’t. Even through the boots, I can tell your ankle is swollen. Listen, if you really want me to drop it, I will, you can stay here. But do you really wanna risk falling out there in the middle of the party? And then risk staying out of the ring for a month?”

There is a long second of a heavy and defeated silence as you avoid his eyes. Kenny knows you don’t want to go with him, you don’t want to accept his help. He wishes he didn’t need to press, to put the both of you in this situation, but there isn’t much that can be done. And he really hopes you don’t force him to leave you alone right now.

“Listen,” you turn your eyes back to him, they are raw and filled with something that he can’t quite tell, a mix of vulnerability, distrust and pain that breaks his heart, “if you are doing this ‘cause you think I’m going to -”

“I don’t think anything,” he breathes in deep, voice falling close to a whisper as his brows form a crease above his shaken blue eyes, “and I know where you are going with this, but hell, I don’t even care if you are going to still hate me after this, I’m not even trying to get you to forgive me, I just wouldn’t feel good with myself leaving you out here drunk and hurt to fend for yourself.”

There is a pause as you consider his words, he can see you swallowing hard and almost touch the weariness that grips at your mind. It hurts him, but he understands where it comes from, and he understands right now isn’t about how he feels. He knows you are well aware of your drunken state, and just how open it leaves you. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to be around him right now, but you both have no other choice.

“Look, I know you,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I know you are going to hide this from everyone else. And the only people I trust to help, well,” he pauses for a moment, running a hand over his face as he gestures to the party still going on, “Nick hasn’t noticed shit ‘cause he is spending time with his wife and Matt has already left the building. Fuck, you can still hate me tomorrow when you wake up cozy in your hotel room, but if I leave now and discover later that you got a broken ankle after this party, I’m gonna feel real bad for not helping.”

Kenny is breathing hard as he finishes his words. Part of you doesn’t want to listen, screaming for you to just leave, walk out and make him prove what he meant when he said he’d drop it. But you knew he was right. The pain on your ankle was only getting worse and you were too drunk to be walking around like this right now. You’d seen Nick with his wife, they were happy and you’d rather not cut their good time short. Now, with Matt having already left, it was really only you and Kenny.

You bite your lip, avoiding his eyes for a long second as a heavy stillness hangs over you. Sighing, you look back at him, blue eyes engulfing you in a strange feeling as you nod in agreement. “Ok,” the word is barely a whisper, but Kenny hears it, nodding back to you in acknowledgment.

“Alright then, I got my car in the parking lot,” he responds in a gentle tone, offering a small smile of reassurance.

You try to walk forward, taking slow, tentative steps. But the pain in your ankle flares up again, making you wince as you stumble forward, Kenny’s warm hands catching you by the shoulders. You reach out and hold onto his bicep, trying to steady yourself as you step forward. Still, it helps very little and you wince, grunting in rage at your uncooperative body. Before you can notice it, Kenny lowers his body and you can feel him pull your hand towards his shoulders.

“Come on,” he mutters, urging you to accept his help.

You still take a second to consider before finally giving in. Your ankle hurt and you were tired and all you wanted was for this night to be over. And right now, Kenny was your best bet for that. As much as you hated it, these were the cards you were dealt. You slide your hand over his broad shoulders, holding on as you wait for him to lift you from the side so he could help you walk. Except, he had other ideas.

Kenny pulls you by the hand, swiftly placing your body on his back, arms slung over his shoulders. Lowering himself a bit more, he adjusts you in place before hooking his hands under your knees, pulling your legs up and straightening his posture. With a quick motion, he pulls you up on his back, curving forward not to let you fall. You were still dazed by the alcohol and the sudden shift in position certainly didn’t help, but you still managed to catch your grip on his shoulders as he got up.

“What are you doing?” You almost shrieked as your body shook with the movement, holding tight to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

“Faster this way,” he said, adjusting the position of your legs around his sides as he began walking towards the doors at the end of the hall, “besides it takes the weight off of your ankle, let’s try not to make it worse.”

“Humiliating,” you mumble, earning a laugh from Kenny that reverberates into your body.

“Well,” he shrugs, pausing for a second as you grunt, “you should have just worn the brace.”

Kenny shrugs a little, and you can feel the movements of every muscle in his broad shoulders. Part of you wants to rebuke him, fight out of his grip, tell him you didn’t need help, but you felt too tired, and your ankle was really hurting after the whole night. He was right, the bastard, and now he was helping you, despite not really having a reason to actually care. Kenny wasn’t exactly the one person you’d think to help, and yet, here he was. However, that was a complex thought that you were too drunk to untangle.

Breathing in, you accept your fate and try to calm down, no use overthinking when the alcohol still had your mind hazy. You relax your grip around his shoulders, fingers releasing their death hold on the soft fabric of his button up. Kenny walks in silence with you on his back, the only sound being his shoes hitting the floor. The quiet has you hyper aware of the warmth of his body against you and the smell of his skin so close to yours. You can feel the movement of the muscles in his back, time his breathes by their rhythmic expansion.

He was larger now than before, broader than back when you were together. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed it, but only now, seeing it from up close, the difference actually downed on you. You could see the way his shirt tightens around his size, fabric stretching over his broad shoulders and thick arms. You could feel his muscles straining under your weight, even though Kenny made carrying you seem effortless.

Getting to the end of the hallway, he pushed one of the double doors open with his feet and stepped off into the parking lot. The air outside felt cold, and though you knew it never bothered Kenny, he still sped up his pace. Soon you were met with his car, he opened the door and unceremoniously dropped you in the passenger seat before heading to the driver’s side.

“Alright,” he spoke softly just as the doors clicked shut, looking at you, one hand gripping the wheel as the other turned the keys, the motor instantly roaring to life, “let’s get you to your hotel then.”

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Arven x Female Reader: Food Poisoning

You ate something bad at the school cafeteria and you got sick that night. That’s when Arven shows up to take care of you.

Class was over for the day. You went back to your dorm to relax and do some schoolwork. Though as you were studying, you started to feel queasy. You sat back in your chair and took some breaths, hoping that feeling would go away. But it didn’t. You felt a wave of nausea hit you. You got up out of your chair and scurried to the bathroom just in time for you to expel the nasty contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Your Rotom Phone flies to you, indicating you got a text. It was from Arven.

“Hey, sweetness. What’s going on in there? Are you okay?”

You stopped puking and you respond:

“I’m sorry if you’re hearing it all. I just threw up. I think I ate something bad at lunch.”

Arven then answers:

“Oh, that’s terrible. Might be food poisoning. Hold on. I have some medicine for that. I’ll be right in.”

You didn’t want Arven to come in and catch your stomach bug. You flushed the toilet, rinsed your mouth and washed your hands. You even sprayed air freshener in your bathroom. You tried walking back to your bed, but you were too dizzy and weak.

Arven comes in with stomach relief medicine and sees you trying to walk to bed. He comes to your side and helps walk you to bed. “There you go, love,” he says, “let’s change you into your PJs and I’ll give you your medicine.” Arven helps you out of your uniform and into your favorite PJs. He then helps you get into bed and puts your trash can by your bed.

“What was it you had at lunch?” He asked you. You groaned, not wanting to mention anything food related, so you went with the number on the menu in the cafeteria. “Number 8.” you said. Arven remembered what dish that was and almost said it, but held his tongue. He didn’t want you thinking about it. “I’ll talk to the staff about it tomorrow,” he said, “it might be the result of cross-contamination. I’m just lucky I don’t order…..the ‘F’ word here at school. That’s why I prepare it myself.” He was super careful not to mention food.

Arven pours the liquid medicine into the cap and sits you up so you can take it. Once you gulped it down, you lay down to rest. Arven gets up to grab his notepad from his backpack and wrote down a reminder to talk to the staff to inspect the Number 8 on the menu: The Chonky Lechonk Sandwich. He stores his notes away and goes back to checking on you.

You were laying there, feeling absolutely miserable and barely moving. You watch as Arven sits down in your desk chair and scoots it towards your bed. You slowly close your eyes and hope your sickness disperses soon.

As you were sleeping, Arven did the rest of your schoolwork for you. He already had his done before hearing you get sick in the bathroom earlier. When he finished, he turned around to see you. You were fast asleep. Arven felt he couldn’t leave you alone all night, so he decided to sleep in your dorm. He unrolled his sleeping bag on the floor in front of your bed and nestled in.

The whole night, you slept. Though you still feel sick and achy the next day. You woke up to see Arven wasn’t there. He left you a note telling you he’s giving word to the staff about the menu item and is coming back. You haven’t thrown up yet and probably don’t feel like it, so you stayed in bed until Arven returned.

Arven came back to see how you were holding up. “You doing okay, sweetness?” he asks. You tell him groggily and sickly, “Haven’t puked yet, but still feel woozy.” Arven nods. He then says, “Take it easy, love. Just rest as much as you need. And let me know if you need anything. I’ll be here with you.” You nod again as you go back to sleep. Arven spends the whole day in your dorm with you so he could take care of you. He was lucky he didn’t get sick.

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Something I wrote some time ago.

Witch of Mercury honest thoughts (you know it’s about to be spicy so cautions for the faint hearted)

Overall, I don’t know if I liked Witch of Mercury very much.

It had some decent characters, and the designs were nice and cute though I don’t know if I liked the mecha designs too much as I’m more for chonky mecha like Zaku. Aerial is nice, but if I’m buying a pla, I’m definitely going for Zeta or 00 Gundam.

People made a big deal out of this series having a female protagonist in a lesbian relationship, and I want to let people enjoy what they enjoy, but I personally didn’t find the whole business too convincing. One thing is that the Gundam franchise has always had multifaceted female characters. Of course, one might argue that as great as those characters were, they weren’t “the protagonist,” but I don’t know if Suletta was the protagonist that the female fans of the franchise dreamed of. The awkward, dorky charms can only get her so far. I know they tried to show that despite her dorkiness, she’s fucked up due to her terrible mother, but I don’t know if that really hit home for me. I mean, for me growing up, the awkward teenage protagonist with fucked up parents was Shinji. And Shinji just feels like he’s been presented better.

Suletta and Miorine are cute together, but they’re cute in a way that an OC couple might be cute. You feel like you’re fondly watching over your two friend’s DND OC’s (from a campaign that you’re not a part of) together. You don’t know the whole shbang between those two, but since your friends are so happy about the ship, you congratulate them. I found it extremely difficult to feel any chemistry between the two throughout the whole series. Suletta obsesses over Miorine like a baby duckling to its imprinted parent, but Miorine—at least throughout most of the series—either seemed like she was trying to use Suletta to get out of her crappy engagement situation or someone who wanted best for her friend who’s been through parental abuse. If you think about how blatant the chemistry is between Byleth(F) and Edelgard in FE3H, I think you could see how Witch of Mercury sort of missed on that regard.

The characters being in school in my opinion felt very “NOT” Gundam. And I’m not just being a curmudgeon here. For a long time, the Gundam series—though there have been some black sheep—has had a distinct antiwar message. There are multiple passages where characters lament the fact that children are fighting wars. Teenagers getting on mobile suits have not been a good thing. So the whole school and weird duel thing put me off. You could argue that the whole thing is a commentary on how the military conglomerates in this world are using weapons of mass destruction as entertainment, but the series doesn’t really show that. There’s very little if any reflection on the implications of making children fight each other using mobile suits.

The way the series tries to create and resolve the conflict felt very uncomfortable as well. It’s clear that the “Spacians” and the “Earthians” are in colonizer-colony relationship. We can clearly see that the spacians are using their economic and military power to basically exploit the people of Earth. Yet how the series tries to resolve the conflict is very lukewarm in my opinion. The part where Miorine tries to peacefully manage things with the victims of colonialism almost felt insulting.

The character designs are cute and charming, but sometimes it feels like some characters—especially female characters—are too busy “being pretty” to act. This might be an issue of taste, but I tend to like it more when an anime isn’t afraid of making pretty characters ugly in a moment of intense emotions.

I don’t hate the series btw. Just a little underwhelmed.

#opinions #gundam

[cthulhu-calling]

Illusions of Love II

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Summary : You’re interning for the brilliant Natasha Romanoff, world renowned Egyptologist and art historian and the woman you’ve had a crush on for the longest time. The only problem is, she’s married. And what’s even worse? Her husband is the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

Warnings : fluff, smut, angst, threesomes, LDR, inaccurate information about Egypt (sorry)

Author’s Note : This is a NatxBuckyxf!Reader story. Whatever I’ve written about Egypt and ancient Egypt is made up and I cannot vouch for it’s validity. Please feel free to correct me if I am wrong. I’ve tried to be as respectful as possible and I apologize if the content offends anyone.

I always imagine reader as a woc but try not to use many descriptive words so my fics can be read by anyone. This work is not beta’d and any and all mistakes are my own. Comments and feedback is always appreciated.

Word Count : 1182

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You look at yourself in the dirty mirror, contemplating if you should maybe put some makeup on. Maybe some lipstick. And mascara. Yeah, good enough. You grab a sweater for when it gets colder. You spray a little bit of perfume on and that’s it.

Dr. Nasser lived in Alexandria and you were absolutely dreading the drive. When it was just you and Natasha, you could talk about work or just sit in comfortable silence. But you know the dynamic has changed since James’ arrival. God, it’s just a crush! Why are you getting so intense about this? Natasha had let Mr. Hassan leave for the night so you had to get a fare taxi so you couldn’t even count on him to cut the tension.

You waited near the main tent for the two of them, shaking your leg even as you stood. You have no idea why you’re this nervous. When they did show up, you had to do a double take. My goodness, they’re the most attractive couple you’ve ever seen. You need to calm down. 

“Ready to go Y/n?” Natasha asks, smirking. 

“Yes, I’d take a good home cooked meal over sandwiches any day. And I can’t wait to see Hen again,” you’re smiling by the time you finish that sentence. 

“Yes, I cannot deny that she’s growing on me too,” Natasha says, smiling genuinely too. 

“Who’s Hen?” James asks. 

“Mrs. Nasser’s cat. She’s adorable,” you gush. 

“And chubby,” she points out.

“Chonky,” you giggle.

“Okay, now I gotta see this cat,” James declares.

The taxi shows up and you get into the front even though both of them insist it should be Bucky sitting up front. You’re weirded out but accept anyhow. 

“So, Y/n, you’re a grad student?” James asks.

“Yeah, art history. That’s why I’m pretty lucky I got this internship or my job prospects would be nil,” you joke.

“Oh, please, Y/n. You are my best student. You were gonna be fine with or without this job,” Natasha declares and you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. She’s never complimented you outright before. Not like this.

“Thank you,” you mumble, unable to hold back a smile. 

“So, are you seeing someone?” James asks. You can say you weren’t expecting that line of questioning.

“Um, no. Not really,” you mumble. You decide they don’t need to know about the boyfriend that broke up with you when you said you were leaving for three months. Apparently, three months without sex would surely drive him crazy. That day you’d made a mental note, never date an ex-frat boy. 

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to,” he reassures and you can hear the guilt in his tone at the prospect of having made you feel uncomfortable. 

“No, it’s just complicated,” you brush it off. 

The hand that lands slowly on your knee sends a bolt of electricity through you. Natasha’s small but weathered hand gently squeezes your knee and you find yourself wishing you’d worn something shorter, just to feel her skin on yours. 

“I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it,” she says and removes her hand with a final pat. All you can do is nod your head, still reeling from her touch. 

The rest of the ride passes in silence. Natasha and James don’t even speak to each other, oddly. 

At Dr. Nasser’s house, his wife greets you with a crushing hug. She’s a tiny woman, barely five feet and no more than ninety pounds, but her hugs have never not been painful. As the two doctors and Mr. Barnes make conversation, you follow her into the kitchen where Hen is sitting at the counter. “She’s spoiled rotten,” Mrs. Nasser declares, feeding the big cat a piece of dried meat from her hands. The cat comes to greet you, rubbing herself against you and purring. You pick her up, nuzzling into her soft fur. “She deserves to be,” you say, making the older woman laugh.

You help her set the table, against her vehement protests for you to sit down and enjoy yourself. You find you could avoid making a fool of yourself if you just stuck to Mrs. Nasser’s side. Juvenile, you know, but effective. Dinner is pleasant, the food absolutely delectable. You get to know that Dr. Nasser’s son is in Dubai, working as an architect but he’s going to be visiting soon. Mrs. Nasser offers to introduce the two of you, not bothering with subtlety at all, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“What about you James? No plans on starting a family anytime soon?” she asks. There’s an instant change in the atmosphere in the room. Natasha takes a large gulp of water, putting the glass down on the table more harshly than necessary, refusing to meet anyone’s eye.

“Believe me, ma’am, there’s nothing I’d like more,” he declares and you can feel Natasha bristle next to you.

“We’re waiting for the right time,” she adds, looking directly at James from across the table.

“Yes, we’ve been waiting for the past four years for it to be the right time,” he adds, doing little to conceal his frustration. It’s awkward, the silence that envelops the table. After a few moments, Mrs. Nasser clears her throat.

“How about some dessert? Would you be so kind as to help me, Natasha?” she questions sweetly but everyone sees it for it is a distraction to ease the growing tension and no one can deny, it is absolutely welcome.

“Sure,” Natasha smiles forcefully, following Mrs. Nasser into the kitchen. It’s quiet for a few moments until Dr. Nasser engages James into a conversation about the stock market. Or at least that’s what you think they’re talking about, you're not really listening. You’re still reeling from what just happened. Guess they’re not the happy couple you thought they were. 

The ride back is jarringly quiet, you’re in the back with Natasha again while James sits in the front, taking phone calls the whole time, at least till you fell asleep, involuntarily leaning your head against Natasha’s shoulder. She shakes you awake just as the car comes to a stop. You wipe drool from the corner of your mouth, embarrassed and confused as to why she didn’t wake you up sooner. As if reading your mind she says “You needed that nap. Plus, you looked cute,” she whispers the last part in your ear, making heat rise to your face. 

Once you reached the site, all of you retired to your tents. You longed for your comfortable back home or even one at a hotel in Alexandria. You changed into something more comfortable, warmer before slipping into your sleeping bag. You were exhausted but you couldn’t sleep. The sweet embrace of slumber was just out of reach, your mind going back to the awkwardness of dinner. You grab the book you’d been reading, trying to focus on the words on the page but failing. You toss and turn for a while after, finally falling into a restless sleep. 

#bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #female reader #f!reader #smut #fluff #angst #f/f/m #inaccurate information about egypt #i'm sorry

[pommpuriinn]

Joohyung’s Weverse Live

🧷 Joohyung finally opens her Weverse app and goes live

Joohyung was in the comfort of her own room fixing her iPad that she was using to go live. It was funny to see Joohyung struggling to get her iPad prop up to get a good view of her. “I got it.” Joohyung sighed in relief after all that struggle. “Hello moa~” she waved, as she watched all the comments flood in. She saw all the comments that were saying how happy they were that she finally decided to open the app. “To be honest I kinda forgot about the app.” Joohyung answered with a guilty smile.

“To be fair, it’s also in the back of my head doing a live since Soobin does it often.” Joohyung chuckled. “Oh! Do you guys like my room? Let me give moa a tour since the last time you saw it, it was colorful and bright. Now it’s a light blue cyber themed along with my updated PC which I’m proud to say I built it.” She wiped the imaginary dust off her shoulders with a cocky expression.

Joohyung got off her bed and carried her iPad to her door and turned around. “There’s a lot of whites, grays, and a bit of black in my room so it’s goes along with the blue lights. I still have my figurines and my Baymax collection.” Joohyung pointed at everything and even gave close up shots. “I have some art supply on the floor over there, sorry it’s a bit messy.” She giggled.

“And I have many things for poki and bibi on this side, as you can quickly tell I got one of the master bedrooms with the amount of room I have, including my little walk in closet.” Joohyung showed her cats things and a bit of her closet. “Finally my favorite thing is my PC it’s cool right?” She stopped and read the comments. “Where’s my tv?” She read out loud.

“I don’t have one because I use a projector.” She showed the camera her projector on a top shelf. “It gets really pretty in here since I have the big window here.” Joohyung has these big window that basically a whole wall and she sleep right next to it. “Yeah that’s my room everyone.” She say back on her bed with prop her iPad again.

As Joohyung was going to continue on reading comments she heard little scratches from her door. “Wait everyone I think I have two special guests coming in right now, I’ll be back.” Joohyung went to her door and opened it seeing her babies. “I need to feed you guys less.” Joohyung groaned, as she picked them up. “Moa~ meet chonky 1 and chonky 2 again.” She laughed, as he lifted one cat then the other. “Aka poki and bibi.” Joohyung kissed their little heads before placing them on her lap.

Comments started coming how both poki and bibi had grown since the last time they saw them. “I know, they have gotten bigger.” Joohyung patted both cats. “Have bibi and Beomgyu oppa grown closer since the last time?” A moa commented.

“Um…actually they have. Bibi doesn’t want to fight him no more which is good.” Joohyung smiled. “She has told Beomgyu to be quite also Kai too whenever they play games. It’s funny because she just meows and if that doesn’t work she jumps on their laps and tap them with her paws and meows for them to stop.” Joohyung laughed at the memory.

Joohyung saw comments on her tooth gems, “Ah my tooth gems, do you like them?” Joohyung smiled big, so moas could see her gems. “I like them a lot. I think they look cute and you guys should try them too.”

“Unnie do you enjoy traveling these days?” Joohyung read. “Mm…yeah the members have been making me come with them to places since before I always liked staying indoors. Obviously, I get very tried with all the different time zones, but I do enjoy it a bit more now.” Joohyung answered while scratching poki’s head. Just as she was going to read more comments, a light knock was heard along with a very familiar head peeking from the door. “Can I come in?” Kai asked. “I’m doing a live, but if you still want to come you can lay on my bed with my babies.” Joohyung didn’t know if Kai wanted to be shown.

He hummed, “ok.” Kai quickly said ‘hi’ and waved at the camera without his face being shown. Bibi instantly went next to Kai, “Kai is bibi’s favorite even though he’s loud sometimes.” Joohyung gently patted Kai’s stomach.

As the live went on many moas were telling Joohyung how her live feels like a genuine FaceTime call with their friends especially with the soothing music in the background and her now laying on her stomach, and the iPad prop against one of her plushies. Joohyung lightly gasped, “look everyone.” She moved her iPad a bit over to show poki on Kai’s stomach. “She’s making biscuits on Kai’s tummy~”

“Also Kai fell asleep how cute.” She cooed at the sight. “I have to take a photo.” Joohyung pulled out her phone and took a couple photos of the two. While Joohyung was fixing herself she heard her door open. “Noona can you come cook with me?” Moas could heard the voice asked. “Oh! Taehyunie you startled me.” Joohyung had her eyes widened. “But yeah let me say bye and I’ll come right now.”

Moas heart fluttered at the warm moment shared and started flooding the comments; ‘taehyunie so cute~’ ‘unnie never denies her babies🥹’

“I know it was a short live, but now I have to feed six children. I’ll try my best to come back on bye moa~” Joohyung waved and even kissed her camera before ending the live.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #txt scenarios

[nikofortuna]

JTTW Chapter 20 Thoughts

Chapter 20 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group! We’re through one fifth of the story! Also CW for snakes under the cut.

Tang Sanzang repeating the Heart Sutra this much reads to me like he’s got a new hyperfixation. Which is incidentally also a vocal stress stim for him if you will.

“[D]ined on the wind and rested by the waters, who clothed themselves with the moon and cloaked themselves with the stars” quite a fancy way of saying they were out camping. Though I doubt that the flowers are gone in summer, flowers still bloom in summer merely different kinds than in spring.

“[T]here are three of us altogether.” Aren’t you forgetting someone? Say a certain white currently long-faced individual maybe?

Oh if this was a play someone should have yelled from the back “Or transformation magic!” since both of them are capable of it. Though both of them did already mention being tired from travelling, so perhaps that is why they aren’t using it more liberally. Aside of Sun Wukong not caring much about what other people think of his appearance.

Yellow Wind Ridge sounds more like it’s a mountain range instead of a singular mountain.

More animals to check out! But first something I took note of when checking the poem in the Original Chinese. When going through the animal portion of it there were a lot of characters being repeated twice, which unfortunately didn’t show at all in English. I think some of those character pairs represent the sounds the animals make since they don’t seem to have much translation into actual words, none that make sense in context anyways. That’s only a guess of mine though, I’m not entirely sure since I can only get insight from translators and this also only counts for some of them not all. For example [丫丫叉叉yā yā chā chā] which is before the deer doesn’t translate to much with Google Translate, but [盤盤曲曲pán pán qū qū] before the snake does translated to “coiled”.

Anyways the character for deer is nonspecific again, so it indeed just means a deer with antlers. Though there were definitely no antelopes mentioned, it is likely just another deer as the J. F. Jenner translation reads as well.

[紅鱗蟒Hóng lín mǎng] indeed translates to “red-scaled python” and is likely a Python Brongersmai which is native to Southeast Asia! They are short but chonky. Most variants are also called Blood Python and one is specifically called Red Blood Python!

This here beauty is an albino!

I don’t know which monkey could be meant here specifically as my search only came up with potential species that are not native to Asia. My best guess is that it might just be an ape with a hairless face and not actually a “white” face.

Lastly the “blue bill” mentioned in the Anthony C. Yu version does not come up in any other. It’s a little misleading as there is no bird mentioned in this bit at all. Instead it is the mountain that is being described again.

Ah yes, the way to greet people by ripping off your own skin! Well, it probably is useful to shut people up.

I wonder what was named after what. Did the Yellow Wind Demon take up the name after his dwelling or did he name the place after himself?

The German translation brings up an interesting aspect regarding the Yellow Wind [黄風 huángfēng]. Yellow represents the middle, the spleen and thought! Citing Liu Yiming Yellow Wind here carries the meaning of erratic ‘windy’ thinking and unstable consciousness. In turn the Yellow Wind Monster stands for a ‘wrong’ kind of thought, so only after overcoming them can there be true inner peace.

More deer! Specific deer this time as well! One of them at least, the first one is just an unspecified deer with antlers again. The second however is a [香獐 xiāng zhāng] or indeed a Musk Deer! Though a Google search of the characters also brings up Chinese Water Deer, which given their similarities makes sense.

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #tang sanzang #huangfeng dawang #yellow wind demon #jttw reading group #jttw book club #snake #Python Brongersmai #Blood Python #deer mention happens again and will continue to happen