#i hope he gets help or at least a team that makes him happier

[longing-for-the-past-times]

The four times you fell asleep on Ghost and the one time Ghost fell asleep on you - one.

simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

word count: 2,542

synopsis: Throughout your time as a Task Force 141 operator, you fell asleep on your Lieutenant in random circumstances. What happens when he is the one to fall asleep on you?

notes: hope you enjoy this, it was initially meant to be max 500 words but I got carried away reader's callsign is Bambi (she/her)

find it on ao3 part one part two part three part four part five

masterlist

one.

In hindsight, the day shouldn't have been so draining; it had been an average day spent on base, involving physical training, shooting, and paperwork. You had endured much worse during missions where you could barely get some shut-eye between watches, but that was not the case.

The problem, the literal root of your heartaches was a cat, your sister's cat. You had been more than happy to take care of it when she so kindly asked under the pretence of having to spend a few nights out of town. You had been even happier when you went shopping for cat supplies with her - perhaps excited at the thought of having a furry cuddling partner. And you intentionally kept it a secret from your teammates, scared that they would drop by uninvited to help you take care of it when all you wanted was the creature's undivided attention.

The previous day, the first day she'd spent under your care was perfect: she, for the cat was a female, spent hours cuddled up on the couch, sleeping like there was no tomorrow. But when the night came, the little beast came to life. Scratch that, beast was an understatement - it was the spawn of Satan that had been racing through your bedroom, jumping on the windows, and left hanging on the curtains. The demon that kept butting his head against your door, and that launched violent attacks against your blanket until your alarm rang.

So that was why the plain day at the base was more draining than it should have been. You went on with training, the shooting session was average, and the paperwork had you dozing on your desk. Letting out a small sigh, you forced your eyes to stay open as you scanned the last mission’s report for any grammatical mistakes- which proved to be a tedious task, especially because you’d eaten not too long ago and your eyes became heavier each breath.

At the sound of another yawn, Ghost lifted his head from his own paperwork, glancing in your direction. He noticed with a frown your exhausted face and the way you blearily rubbed your eyes in an attempt to make the sleep go away. What was that kept you up last night? Or should he ask- who? He quickly shook his head at the thought, discarding it like a crumpled piece of paper thrown in the bin. He’d known you long enough to notice your mood shifts and he would know, he had to know, if you started seeing someone. Not that he had something against it - he wouldn’t be the one to pry into your personal life like that. After all, it was Johnny’s job who, in turn, would share the information with him.

But that did not mean he could not try to ensure you felt good enough in his presence - the team’s presence - to not feel the need of finding another someone. After all, it would only get you distracted and unprepared for the missions to come.

His reasoning was sound in his head, and when he saw you had given up, propping your head against a stack of papers while mindlessly glaring at your extended hand, he got up from his desk. He made sure the screeching of the chair was loud enough to alert you something was going on, and he suppressed a grimace under his mask when he saw you slowly turn to face him, eyes glossy with sleep. At that moment, glancing at you, he thought you were the perfect embodiment of the expression: no thoughts, head empty, and, as much as it amused him, he knew he had at least to get you out of the office.

"Come on, let's go."

Scrunching your eyes before blinking, you looked up at his massive figure that was currently towering above your desk. If you'd been more alert, you would have noticed a small sparkle in his eyes, but your efforts were put into battling off the waves of sleep that just kept coming. Your mind could not form a coherent thought: what was the time, did the lieutenant finish his paperwork already, where did he want to go-

The internal questions continued and you ended up yawning loudly again, closing your eyes for a couple of minutes. You just needed to rest them for a while and then you'd be fresh, prime, and proper to finish your day on base. Yet your brief rest was interrupted when you heard, or rather, felt, a hot breath across your face. As you opened your eyes, you realized Ghost had crouched down in front of your desk, his masked face being centimetres apart from yours. His eyes still had that tiny sparkle you noticed this time, and involuntarily you began staring at his amber orbs and blonde eyelashes. Countless times you studied his eyes fervently, trying to get a glimpse of the man behind the mask - so much that you began to be aware of every crease and crinkle that would form around them, depending on his mood. At the time being, there seemed to be no such lines, or perhaps you were too tired to actually notice them-

"You can finish this report tomorrow, Sergeant. Let's go!"

He gently nudged you with his arm, waiting for any reaction. When he didn't receive one, he rolled his eyes and groaned, he actually groaned, which made you perk your ears in disbelief:

"I'm up, I'm up!", you shot up and out of the chair, too surprised by his loud reaction. But you couldn't see his face anymore as he was already heading towards the door, back turned to you, left hand silently gesturing you to follow.

The walk to the lounging area was silent, with Simon walking in front and you trailing dutifully behind him. The silence was not uncomfortable though, which was not unusual: he was one of the very few people with whom you could sit in a room for hours and don't feel the need to fill the space with words. There was no explanation for it; it all came naturally and you were smart enough not to question it, knowing that the lieutenant could be difficult with people when he wanted to.

"Look who decided to show up! Ghost, Bambi - how kind of you to join us!"

You shook your head at Soap’s loud greeting, trying your best to hide your smile as you plopped down on the sofa, next to Ghost. Captain Price was already seated in his designated armchair, leafing through what seemed to be a handbook, while Gaz was lounging on the other sofa, next to Soap. As usual, other members of the task force would come and go, bidding silent greetings, and at that moment, the comfort and familiarity of the atmosphere made you sigh softly as you propped your head on your hand while leaning against the armrest.

"Sleepless night, Y/N?"

Price did not look up from his book as he asked the question, but you knew he must have been watching you throughout the day, taking note of the sleepy state you'd often found yourself in. You also knew that he would have stepped in the moment he considered you pushed yourself too far, but for the time being, you were just satisfied that you managed to get through the day.

"Who's keeping you up at night, Bambi?", Soap quickly chimed in, a signature smirk plastered on his face. A smirk that widened even more when he noticed Ghost rolling his eyes, next to you. "Is there someone we should know about?"

"You're shameless, Johnny", you spat back at him, straightening yourself in an attempt to seem more collected. "...and even if there was someone, you think I'd throw them to the wolves?"

Gaz chuckled loudly at the remark, while Price was trying to hide his grin behind the pages. At that moment, Simon was glad the balaclava was hiding his features - the smirk he was sporting could rival Soap's.

"My sister left town for a couple of days", you eventually resumed, running a hand through your hair, "and asked me to take care of her cat-"

As expected, protests and offended remarks could be heard from both Soap and Gaz, the men demanding why they were not told of this earlier. They could have helped-

"The only help I'd get from you would consist of you two laying to sleep with her on the couch. But here's the catch, the beast only sleeps in the daytime - but when the night comes, she transforms into this dark demon which runs around the house and attacks my feet when I try to sleep!"

"Never had a cat before, Y/N? When you were a kid?"

You shook your head at Price's question, frowning when you notice his sympathetic expression:

"You need to keep them busy throughout the day, and then leave enough food for them at night. As a last resort, locking them in the bathroom is a good solution, but you need to first remove everything from the shelves."

"Or we could come in and babysit the baby!", Gaz kept pushing, an innocent smile gracing his features. "Sure, you had a rough night, but how hard can it possibly be, to take care of a creature whose routine mainly consists of eating and sleeping?"

"Well, it's only three more days. I'll manage somehow..."

As the conversation shifted to another topic you were too tired to understand fully, you laid your head against the wall, letting your body sink into the couch. There it was again, that soft hum that lulled you to sleep- not that you would actually fall asleep in the lounging area. No, you would just rest your eyes for a couple of minutes, before heading towards your car and riding back home to the little creature that must have been expecting you.

***

At first, Ghost did not seem to notice the shift of weight on his right arm. He was too busy scrolling on his phone, searching for articles about cats and their nocturnal habits. It wasn't until the room was too quiet for his liking that he looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting Soap's as his teammate was silently pointing to his right - in your direction.

He slowly turned his head towards you, his eyes widening almost comically behind his mask. You were the dead weight on his shoulder, soundly asleep, your left cheek squished against his arm. Of all the days, it was that specific day that he opted for a plain black t-shirt after training, and he was definitely overthinking his choice. Your skin felt soft and warm against his, enough to short-wire all the working circuits in his brain, prompting him to freeze and stare at you. The complete implications of this gesture would hit him later, when he would be lying in bed, unable to sleep, but for the time being, he could solely focus on the facts at hand: you were there, next to him, leaning against him, sleeping peacefully.

And he only wanted to keep an eye on you and kill anyone who had the slightest intention of waking you up.

"Where's that camera when you need it!", Soap quietly grumbled as he got up and started fumbling on one of the shelves, ignoring the daggers Ghost was shooting at him through his eyes.

"Top shelf, Soap - you put it there the last time you used it!", Price whispered with a sigh of mild frustration.

"Guys, be quiet, let the girl get some rest!", Gaz hissed as well before Soap joined him back on the couch, a dusty Polaroid camera in his hands:

"Alright, this one's for the books! Come on, give us a big smile, L.T.!"

He might have been unable to move, but his gaze spoke volumes- a true death glare though and through, quickly captured by Soap through the lenses and printed on the small Polaroid photo sheet. Gaz leaned over Soap's shoulder to see the result and even Price scooted his armchair a bit closer, a small grin dancing his lips. The picture was proudly placed on the wooden panel, next to one depicting the Captain sleeping just as soundly in the very same armchair he was currently sitting in. And in the meantime, Ghost could only feign indifference, letting his signature eye roll showcase his opinion about the situation.

He could not explain, could not even place a finger on or identify the warm and comforting sensation he was feeling in his chest. He was so used to the cold and dull feeling that had taken residence in there- yet there it was, a glimmer of hope, a ray of sun on a cold autumn day.

You felt safe in his presence, safe enough to put yourself in a vulnerable position in his proximity.

And he would do anything to keep things that way.

***

Bonus scene:

Letting out a small whimper, you stretched your limbs while keeping your eyes closed. You could not figure out how you got home or why your pillow was sporting a distinct smell of cigarette smoke, sweat and cologne, but your semi-conscious mind was too busy keeping you asleep that you did not seem to care.

Wait...

That scent was familiar. You were in its presence on an almost daily basis that you could tell it in your sleep. Well, not literally, considering that your mind was still trying to piece it out- why was your pillow smelling like Ghost?

You jerked yourself awake with a start, your groggy mind taking a couple of moments to process the fact that you were actually not in your bed, but in the lounging room at the base. And your pillow was not really your pillow, but actually, Ghost's shoulder and your cheek was fully squished against it.

"Look who's up, Sleeping Beauty herself..."

From your current position, his voice felt like a deep rumble, vibrating through your body and resonating in your bones in an unsettling manner. With a herculean effort, you managed to prop yourself against the other side of the couch, blearily blinking the sleep from your eyes. A faint blush spread across your cheeks, warmth radiating through your face as embarrassment tinged your features. It took all you had not to cover your face in your hands.

"I’m so sorry, L.T. - I really didn’t mean to-" "It’s alright, Bambi. No harm done."

The lack of your weight against him made him feel empty in a way he struggled to define. He tried to brush it away by rising from the couch and making a show of rolling his shoulder in front of you, calmly watching your embarrassed figure through his thick eyelashes. Your cheeks were already sporting an uncharacteristic rosy hue and your renowned doe eyes were widened, a glimmer of sheepishness and self-consciousness reflecting in them. He would never admit it to anyone, but he secretly adored the fact that he was one of the few people who could coax such a reaction from you.

"Although next time you might want to do it in a room without Soap. It’s likely that the entire base will learn of it by tomorrow."

A/N: wrote this on a whim, not proofread so it may contain grammatical errors (and more) updates won't be regular as I'm a college student with a full-time job

Hope you enjoyed it :)

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #task force 141 #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost imagine #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #call of duty imagine

[ktgoodmorning]

Embarrassing

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Alexia take advantage of the opportunity to be typical embarrassing moms.

Inspired by this video:

You were sitting watching your twelve year old son’s football game, when a shadow came over you, blocking the sun you had been happily enjoying. It was a beautiful day and you had gladly taken the opportunity to watch your son play while simultaneously working on your tan. You looked up only to see your wife who had made it just in time for the second half, greeting you with a smile.

“Hola, Bebita,” Alexia greeted you as she sat down beside you with a quick kiss on your cheek.

“You made it! I wasn’t sure if you would. Diego will be excited you got to see the whole second half.” Your son knew how busy Alexia was and understood that she couldn’t always be at everything, so the fact that she had made it to this would mean the world to him, even if his preteen self wasn’t always great at showing it. As you watched the second half start, you filled her in on how the game had been going. Diego had been playing well and his team was winning three goals to one. He had had one goal and one assist thus far, and would likely have even more, now motivated by seeing his other mom there. He always admired her. They had been playing football together since he was first able to stand up on his own. You knew how much it meant to him when she was there and could help him analyze his game afterwards. Being twelve, he wasn’t the best at showing his appreciation for his moms lately, but you knew it was there.

You leaned your head on her shoulder as she grabbed onto your hand, peacefully watching the rest of the game unfold. She loved moments like this, taking in the perfect little life the two of you had built together. Nothing made her happier than getting to sit with the woman she loved most, watching your son play the sport she loved most. Everything about it was perfect.

When the game wrapped up, all the parents started to gather nearby the bench, waiting for their kids to be done and ready to go home. As predicted, Diego scored again in the second half, further solidifying his team’s win. Alexia was excited to have been there to watch your son score and you knew he felt equally excited about it. You continued to make small talk with some of the other parents, when Diego and some of his friends made their way over to the group of you, bouncing around full of energy in spite of having played a full 90.

Diego made his way to you and Alexia, greeting you both with a side hug, “mom, I thought you were gonna be stuck at work today and couldn’t come?” he asked Alexia softly, curious as to how she had made it here.

“Me too, but I ended up convincing them to let me finish up another time so I could catch the second half. I knew you were excited about this one, so I wanted to make sure I could catch at least part of it.” You smiled as you watched your son looking up at her with a small smile as he realized how important this had been to her. You knew he was likely trying to contain his affection as he was still in front of his friends and wanted to continue his ‘cool guy’ persona like most twelve year olds would.

His friends broke him out of his little moment with Alexia as they gave him a small nudge, encouraging him to ask what they were all hoping for. Diego, taking one for the team, started to ask the group of parents if they could all have some money to walk to the nearby ice cream shop to celebrate their win. One of the other moms, whom you and Alexia had become friends with, offered to drive some of them if any of the parents didn’t want to deal with the hassle of having ice cream with a group of rowdy preteen boys. Diego looked up sheepishly as he started to explain that they meant they would go on their own, without the parents.

This time one of the dads chimed in, starting to tease the kids, “Oh I get it, we’re not cool enough to come have ice cream with you guys.” You noticed a few of the boys roll their eyes or let out a heavy sigh, knowing exactly where this was headed with all the parents starting to poke fun at them. Diego gave you and Alexia a serious look as if to say, ‘don’t even think about it’.

The first mom decided to keep up the teasing, “Are you too afraid that your parents will embarrass you if you get seen out with us now?” At this point all the parents were starting to chuckle and chime in with their own quips while your kids all wished they could disappear from their parents’ jokes.

“Hey I’m cool, I know all the latest teen things like- that game was so slay of you guys, dude,” the son of the dad who said this one immediately turned bright red, cowering with embarrassment, as more parents continued on.

You smirked looking at Alexia, knowing that she was likely coming up with something in her head. She couldn’t let this opportunity to tease your guys’ son go to waste. Diego seemed to notice your shared look with her as he started to shake his head slightly, almost as if to will her to stop whatever she was thinking. You all knew this would do him no good, as you both loved taking advantage of any moment to be typical embarrassing moms.

Finally she spoke up, contributing to the conversation, “Hey, if I’m so uncool, could I do this?” and then she started doing the one thing your son never expected to see her do- the griddy. You clasped your hand over your mouth trying to muffle your laughs as you watched your son blush harder than you knew possible. When Alexia was done you just put your arm around her shoulders as the two of you attempted to stop your giggles.

Luckily for your kids, that seemed to be the end of the teasing because no other parents were able to top that one. You all gave your kids some ice cream money, instructing them to call if they needed a ride home, and parted ways to head to your cars. You and Diego had carpooled with one of his friends as you knew Alexia was hoping to make it to the game so you could ride home with her. The two of you walked hand in hand to her car, both still smiling over your afternoon together.

Once you were settled in the car, you smiled over at her as she placed her hand on your leg. “You know, we’re lucky he didn’t just shrink up and disappear right on the spot for that dancing you did back there,” you smiled at her, showing just how much her little dance had entertained you.

“He could use it,” she responded, smiling back at you, “we can’t have him getting too cocky after all those goals.” You just laughed some more as she gave your leg an endearing squeeze. The two of you drove home in a peaceful silence, more content than ever over the lives you shared.

masterlist

Feedback and requests are always welcome! :)

#barca femeni #barcelona femeni #fcb femini #woso imagines #woso one shot #woso #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #espwnt #woso x reader #woso reading fics #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso soccer #alexia x reader #wosoreadingalexia #wosoreading24/7

[kitashousewife]

you & me

an: i feel like gojo needs a break every now and then!! the chance to relax and i feel like he should get spoiled too!!!

pairings: gojo x fem!reader

warnings: angst from gojo, stress, anxiety, sorcerer au but everyone is happy and alive, alcohol mention and consumption, food mention, suggestive content

-

gojo's head hangs over the back of his desk chair as he lets out a long, exhaustion-filled sigh. he sways back and forth slightly, eyes shut, trying to relax for a few minutes. if he's not teaching, he's somewhere around the world on a mission. if he's not doing either of those, he's lying awake in bed with a drumming heart and a hyperactive mind.

with you by his side, of course.

being the strongest has its perks, for sure. challenges that help him grow and improve, opportunities to see the world, as well as more than enough financial stability. it's quite nice to be at the top.

it's pretty lonely as well.

the demand of it all has begun to take a toll on gojo, both mentally and physically. his bones ache, and his muscles strain more than they have before. just this morning during his training with the second years, he allowed himself to get pinned rather quickly by maki in 30 seconds. his fingers shake no matter how much he eats or drinks. even in his late twenties, gojo feels almost triple that.

the mental effects are a whole other story. at this point, he hasn't slept in almost four days, not that he hasn't tried. gojo's usually sharp mind is exhausted during fights, hyper-focused, and completely used up by the end of the day. and, for the first time in his life, he feels anxious. constantly looking behind himself, checking the school cameras, and even begging to install stricter security on your shared home than you already have.

he exhales, opening his eyes. he just wants a vacation.

"i'm really sorry, but nobody else is available," principal yaga sympathizes over the phone. the end of your pen taps on your notebook while you think.

"nobody from kyoto? what about a team? i know it's important, but satoru is tired and-"

"i know he is," yaga agrees. "but i told you, i can't find anyone else. i'm afraid that this mission needs someone of gojo's caliber. unless a miracle happens, i can't guarantee any time off. i'm sorry, i really am."

you rub your eyes, nodding as you cross off yet another failed idea.

"no worries. thank you for trying though."

you hang up and groan. this is the fifth idea that you've come up with today. valentine's is only a couple away, and you want to plan something special for your boyfriend. he's clearly overworked, yet he never fails to spoil you. it's your turn.

if something could work, of course.

you think for a few more minutes before giving up. you rise from your spot at the kitchen table, shuffling towards the fridge. at least you could make some dinner before he gets home.

"hey sweetheart," gojo's very tired frame comes through the garage door.

dinner will have to wait.

"hi! i'm so happy to see you." you give him a large hug, and notice that he leans into you a bit more than normal. he's already out of his blindfold and uniform jacket, both thrown on the floor near his shoes.

"i'm happier to see you. how about we order pizza or something? don't worry about cooking anything tonight."

you smile. even with his fatigue, he just wants to make you happy.

"whatever you want, 'toru."

the evening feels short. after eating dinner together and watching a couple episodes of a show that neither of you really notices, gojo heads to take a shower. you hope to figure out more of the valentine's festivities before he comes out.

you think about surprising him at work. going there early, setting up some decorations and his favorite treats all nice before he arrives. it's a great plan, except he would notice you were gone.

you consider seeing a movie, maybe even the nice theater that opened up. much to your dismay, every show time is sold out.

you're about to try another theater when your phone rings.

"i'm so sorry for calling this late. do you have a few minutes?" it's yaga again. he only calls you if he can't get ahold of gojo himself. your stomach turns.

"don't apologize. and sure, is everything okay?"

he chuckles. "actually, yes. turns out the kyoto branch wants to handle it. they have a team that i'm fairly confident will be able to get the job done, and then some."

your turning changes to butterflies. "what are you saying?"

the smile in your voice must be evident, as he laughs again.

"i'm saying that you're clear. gojo won't have any missions for at least a couple weeks, so he's all yours."

you jump up and down a couple times. "oh, my gosh. thank you, so much. i can't thank you enough."

"don't mention it. he deserves it."

you end the call, running over to your laptop. you might be able to pull this off.

"what's got you so excited?"

"satoru!"

he grins from behind you. he knows how much you hate when he sneaks up on you.

"really though, everything okay?"

"yeah. everything is perfect."

you shuffle by him towards your shared bedroom. he raises an eyebrow. his lithe frame leans against the wall while you grab pajamas.

"you're hiding something."

"six-eyes tell you that?"

he snorts. "no, i just know you. tell me, pretty girl. what's going on?"

"you'll find out in a couple days!" you peck him on the lips and get into bed. he joins you with a shake of his head. for the first time in a while, gojo gets a few hours of sleep.

if someone was to win the world's most impatient award, it would be gojo satoru. you're happy that today is the day to finally spoil your boyfriend, but a large part of you is happy to be done with his prying.

you complete the finishing touches on your look, finalizing the plan in your head. thanks to some friends, you were able to get a table at one of the nicest restaurants in tokyo. five courses, dessert, everything is perfect. you will finish the night in a hotel, one that overlooks the city and is luxurious in every sense of the word.

"how do i look?"

you look at your reflection and see your boyfriend staring back at you. black glasses rest on the tip of his nose, and white hair falls around his face. he's in a simple black suit, and shiny dress shoes, complete with a pricey-looking watch.

"you look amazing, as usual. are you ready?"

a low whistle sneaks through his lips as you walk by him. blue eyes drag up your figure and gojo can't help himself. he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you into his chest with a coy smile.

"i'm sure we could spare a few minutes," he smiles wide now, keeping one hand on your waist as the other sneaks up to the zipper of your dress. you put a hand on his chest to push him back, and he pouts.

"we do not, 'toru. we need to go or you'll ruin the surprise. you sure you want that?"

he trails behind you with a whine. "i'm okay with the idea of it," he jokes, raising his eyebrows at you, but you shake your head.

"i'm serious, it's time to go!"

gojo's fingers pull at the drivers seat, but you wave him off quickly.

"what! at least let me drive," he pouts once again, and you giggle.

"you don't even know where you're going! it's not a far drive anyway, get in please!"

he gives up, finally letting you spoil him. he would never admit it, but he feels terrible he didn't plan something for valentine's day first. every year he's done something elaborate. trips, jewelry, booking entire restaurants, renting out entire beaches, anything flashy and loud to scream to the world that you're his. he can't help but feel a little down, though. gojo is nothing if not showy, especially when it comes to you.

the drive is relatively short. traffic in the city gives the two of you time to catch up. gojo shares about his students, marveling at their rapid growth and mastery of their own techniques. the way he lights up when sharing stories of their success warms your heart.

this is the gojo that you know. the man who would do anything for those he loves. the man who would drop everything he's doing to go do something absolutely mundane with you. the man who sacrifices everything to make sure everyone important to him is safe.

"we're here," you announce quietly, voice trailing off with the nerves. you pull the car up to the valet, and gojo is quick to leap out of the car as soon as you park. he opens the door for you with a grin, helping you out and sliding his arm around your waist.

"wow baby," he eyes the restaurant. he's never told you, but he's spent about six months on the waitlist for this place. 'how'd you score this?"

"i have my ways," you smirk. if he's impressed now, you can't wait for him to see what's in store.

gojo watches as you whisper with the hostess, quirking a brow as they scurry back quickly. he's even more surprised when what looks like the owner of the restaurant gives you a hug. soon, you motion him over with a big smile. he points at himself, mouthing a cheeky me? to which you roll your eyes.

gojo follows you, holding your hand as the two of you are led throughout the entire restaurant. dozens of couples dine together, laughing and carrying on with looks of love and adoration. it only makes gojo more excited, especially since the two of you are going further and further away from the crowd.

"here we are," your friend motions towards a small round table, adorned with champagne flutes, plates, and a bottle ready on ice. gojo pulls your chair out for you, kissing your cheek before sitting down. what's even better, is that this table is the only one in the room. "the first course should be out in about fifteen minutes or so. until then, enjoy yourselves."

you nod to your friend as they exit, before turning to your lover.

"oh my god baby," gojo looks around the room, eyes sparkling from the light of the candles that surround you. "what, i mean, how?"

your cheeks heat up, and he takes your hand in his.

"i know how busy you've been, how hard you're working, and i wanted to make this special. besides, you're always doing something for others, especially me," you squeeze his hand. "it's time i take care of you for once."

maybe it's the lighting, the way that you look tonight, or the overwhelming feeling of being taken cared of and loved, but gojo can't help but feel emotional. he looks at you, eyes full of adoration, and he laughs to himself.

"i love you. so much. i don't deserve you."

you shake your head at that.

"you deserve everything good, satoru. i mean that, with my whole heart."

he kisses your knuckles. "i love you more, my perfect girl."

he stands up and checks his watch before walking towards you. he knees to your height, kissing you softly on the lips. your lips move with his, gasping when his hand smooths over your thigh and tongue swipes at your lips.

"we have about ten minutes left," he breathes on your lips and your breathing quickens. his other hand moves up your calf, under your dress before sliding up your thigh.

"how about i show you just how much i love you, my angel?"

#heidslovesickevent #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x reader imagine #gojo satoru #satoru gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo satoru x female reader

[luveline]

Hii it’s the anon you asked about maternity leave! I’m also british I just forgot for a moment that Steve isn’t LOL

based on what that other anon said what do you think reader and Steve’s experience/dynamic is when she takes leave/gets to the end of her pregnancy/gives birth??

So sorry for all this random questions and I’m sure you haven’t thought of this yet and I’m just confusing you lmao- it’s just one of my fav au and I like knowing alllll the little details haha

Hi anon! Im glad you saw it and it could answer your question!!!! Please don't be sorry for the question, you're right that i haven't thought about it but I don't mind thinking about it and discussing little details, it's fun

In KBD it's established that reader works and Steve is a stay at home father while he has children too young to go to school, and I've also had the reader express concern or insecurity that she doesn't think she would be able to do as Steve does and be a stay at home mom, but just cos she thinks that way doesn't necessarily mean its true! she loves her girls so much. I imagine that as she's off work and nearing the end of her pregnancy she would be super overwhelmed (because pregnancy is so difficult, especially with children around) but mothers are so strong and they're so capable, she would be her loving self as much as she could be. Steve would dote on her endlessly as he always does, and he'd be a perfect example of a good husband and father by just making it all as easy for her as possible! reader would have that mixture of wanting to help Steve out while she's home, and wanting to spend her free time with the girls, but also needing to take it easy and rest. I can imagine she spends a lot of time with Dove at these times cos I always say she's a mommy's girl, but I can imagine all of them wanting a piece of her too when shes home.

After the new baby arrives, whether that be the unnamed fourth or Dove or bethie, Steve is a mess of emotion for a few days at the least, and reader is absolutely shattered / exhausted, so it's something they really have to get through together. I'd think that Steve insists on letting her rest as often as she can because labour and child birth is often traumatic, but ultimately needing her help cos there's so many kids! And its different because she's home all hours of the day, but they're so busy taking care of the new baby that they might not really notice! When things settle down as much as possible is when things are really special. I think Steve would constantly be taking photos of everyone together like it's a holiday, and hed be generally a little happier in himself just having her home with him and getting to work as a team. Plus he can give her back some confidence in her ability to be an amazing mom, because being a working mom doesn't ever make you lesser, I think it's a really incredible thing (and of course the norm for so many!!) Things would be hard and stressful and they probably don't always get along but they're a couple that are just so in love with each other and the family that they've made that impatience is rare, and the love is just bursting from the seams!!

I hope that's somewhat the answer you were looking for lovely!

#kisses before dinner universe #jade's asks #ily

[itsamenickname]

Okay, so do you guys remember how I talked about how both @jelixpo and @deckof-dragons/@anomander-dragnipurake inspired me to write my story, To Break the Bonds Within Two Kingdoms back in the Ao3 chapter 11 notes?

Well, what if I told you that there was another Bowuigi story idea I had in mind while brainstorming TBTBWTK?

That's right, what you are about to read is another rough Bowuigi story idea I had that actually originated back in late April-early May 2022 (right around the same time TBTBWTK was first born). While I ended up choosing TBTBWTK to flesh out and actively work on, I felt bad for keeping this WIP hidden within my computer files for almost an entire year (okay, I kind of told one person about this idea back in mid-November 2022, but it wasn't to the extent of what you're about to see).

And since the Mario movie is coming out today, I thought what better way to celebrate the momentous occasion than by sharing this fun little Bowuigi story idea? :)

Also, before I forget, if anyone wants to do something with this idea, then by all means go for it. (Just let me know if you have done something with the idea so that I can see it.) :) As I just mentioned, this was something I've thought of back in early-mid 2022, but because I want to not only finish TBTBWTK, but also work on a second (and bigger) Bowuigi story after TBTBWTK is done, I figured that it would be better to at least share this rough WIP/idea than to leave it in my computer files for no one else but myself to see.

Anyway, I apologize in advance for the extremely long post (and for any grammatical errors), but I hope you guys like the idea all the same! :D

(Adding a cut here to help make this post shorter.)

***********

Okay, so imagine a time in the Mushroom Kingdom where Bowser is living a good life. He and Peach recently signed a peace treaty together (and by recently, I mean like 1 month ago), not to mention that he's been dating Luigi for about 6 months now and has never been happier (per Luigi's request, they are keeping their relationship a secret which Bowser doesn't mind at all).

But on one mysterious night in the Dark Lands, Jerry (yes, the same Jerry from TBTBWTK) informs Bowser that he has a surprise visitor waiting for him in the throne room. Well, this didn't make much sense to the Koopa King. If it was Luigi, Mario, or even Peach, Jerry would've explicitly told him, but the fact that the Hammer Bro. not only refused to elaborate about the visitor, but also seemed kind of hesitant and nervous when Bowser asked for more info about the said mysterious visitor? That just seemed really weird to Bowser.

And oh boy was he right when he stepped into the throne room and saw the one and only King Boo.

Now, even though Bowser wanted nothing more than to kick the ghost king out of his kingdom, Luigi's kindness actually rubbed off on him just enough to where he instead angrily asked King Boo why the hell he's here. When Luigi talked to E. Gadd last month, the professor said that the ghost king was still trapped in that canister from the adventure of The Last Resort, so it didn't make much sense that the ghost king who he thought was trapped is floating right in front of him.

So King Boo explains to Bowser about his new plan. He rants on and on about how he is just so sick and tired of getting defeated and captured over and over again, so King Boo devised a new plan. He figures out that the best way to defeat the Mario Bros. (especially Luigi) and take over the Mushroom Kingdom/rest of the world is by teaming up with Bowser. Sure, King Boo understands that Bowser may not have a good track record when it comes to defeating Mario, but he figured that as long as Bowser distracts Mario and Peach just long enough, King Boo could use that stall to trap Luigi in a painting.

Bowser, of course, shoots down the idea. He explains to King Boo how he just recently signed a peace treaty with Peach and he doesn't want to do anything that would break Mario, Peach, and especially Luigi's trust (although he doesn't mention Luigi to King Boo). And even if he and Peach hadn't signed a peace treaty, he has very well learned from his past mistakes and knows deep down that Mario and Luigi can, and will, easily defeat both of them.

But before Bowser can leave the throne room, King Boo manages to stop him in his tracks by explaining how he knows that he and Luigi are dating.

King Boo also blackmails Bowser by saying that if Bowser doesn't agree to team up with him, he won't hesitate to posses Bowser and force him to kill Luigi with his own hands.

As much as Bowser wanted to call on King Boo's bluff, he's inwardly really scared to. If King Boo was making threats to him, Mario, Peach, or anyone else (should point out that the Koopalings & Jr. don't exist in this timeline, but I'll leave that up to reader's discretion), Bowser wouldn't care about the idea of King Boo possessing him. But King Boo was making an indirect threat to Luigi, the one person Bowser would not hesitate to lay his life down for. If anything were to happen to the love of his life, it would kill the Koopa King (no matter if it was his fault or not).

So Bowser grudgingly agrees to King Boo's plan as the ghost king is excited to finally set his plan into motion. But before he forgets, King Boo mentions one little important thing:

This new alliance they have has to be a secret. No one, not even Kamek and Kammy, can know about it. Everyone has to believe that whatever is about to happen is Bowser's ideas and his ideas alone.

And if anyone finds out about their alliance/plan on their own (or if Bowser tells anyone about their plan), King Boo will kill Luigi himself and force Mario and Bowser to watch.

_________________

So time skip to around 2 weeks later where Bowser has caused so many problems to the MK to the point to where Peach is sick of it. She sets up a royal meeting with herself, Mario, Luigi, Toadsworth, and the royal court about what they should do with Bowser. The royal court is honestly spilt on either declaring war on the Dark Lands (they have a justifiable reason to declare war because Bowser has broke parts of the peace treaty) or try to reach out to Bowser and meet with him peacefully.

Eventually, the arguments get so stressful and out of hand that Peach gets mad (and I mean really fucking mad) and orders the royal court to let her, Mario and Luigi discuss this in private. While the royal court (especially Toadsworth) are hesitant on this, they eventually follow her orders and leave the brothers and Peach alone in the room. When it's finally just the three of them, Peach just takes this time to calm down and take a few deep breaths (which Mario and Luigi don't mind and allow her to take as much time as she needs).

Once she is really to talk about it again, she explains to Mario and Luigi how she is kind of dead set on declaring war on the Dark Lands. As a few Toads pointed out earlier in the meeting, Bowser broke parts of the peace treaty, not to mentioned that she had actually privately reached out to him on multiple occasions, but has never received as response back.

Now Luigi (who had been mostly quiet throughout the entire meeting due to his anxiety and his tough decision on whether to stand by Peach or Bowser's side) tries to defend Bowser by explaining how both the MK and the Dark Lands had worked on the peace treaty for almost 3 months (not to mention that they've officially signed it last month) and theorizes that there has to be a reason that Bowser is causing so much trouble that they don't know about. Luigi begs Peach to give him time to talk to Bowser before she decides to declare war on Bowser's kingdom.

Now here, I should point out that both Peach and Mario know that Luigi and Bowser are friends, but they don't know that they're dating. So obviously, when Luigi begs Peach to let him talk to Bowser, Mario (being the protective older big brother that he is) hates the idea. He still doesn't trust Bowser and is afraid that allowing Luigi to talk to Bowser (especially right now) will ultimately get his little brother hurt or worse, killed (it would destroy Mario if anything happened to Luigi).

But despite Mario's protests, Peach makes a deal with Luigi: He has one week to talk to Bowser and make him change his ways. If Luigi succeeds, then she won't declare war on the Dark Lands. However, if he fails, Peach will declare the treaty null and void and declare war on Bowser's kingdom.

So over the course of the next 5 days, Luigi tries to reach out to Bowser in multiple ways. He tries to write him letters, meet at their usual spot on the usual days they hang out together, little things like that. However, none of his ideas work. Now, that's not to say that Bowser hadn't received Luigi's letters. In fact, Bowser has actually received every single one of his boyfriend's letters (at one instance, Bowser started to tear up as he carefully touched Luigi's handwriting, which led to King Boo taunting him on whether he should respond to Luigi's letter or not.), but...Bowser is honestly scared. He wants to tell Luigi that he hates doing what he's doing, he wants to tell Luigi about King Boo's ultimate plan to take over the MK and the rest of the world, but...he can't. He doesn't want to put Luigi in any form of danger, so he figured that the best way to keep Luigi safe is by completely shutting him out.

But that kind of backfires on Bowser because on the afternoon of the 6th day, Luigi gets a new idea.

He gets the idea to sneak over to Bowser's Castle (without Mario, Peach, or anyone else knowing) and talk to Bowser face-to-face (for the first time since Bowser's alliance with King Boo) in hopes of forcing his boyfriend to talk about why he's doing all of these bad things.

But as for what happens when Luigi finally arrives at Bowser's Castle?

Well, I'll leave that up to you. ;)

#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowser #bowser nintendo #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #mario #mario nintendo #princess peach #princess peach nintendo #mareach #mario x peach #king boo #Jerry the Hammer Brother #super mario #super mario bros #mario fanfic #mario fanfic idea #secret alliance #The Secret Alliance: A Bowuigi Story #fuck man this took me like 2-3 hours to flesh out this entire post #but it's 100% worth it because this is a fun and cool idea that I wanted to share with all of you :) #should also point out that King Boo is still a fucking dick #I mean granted he's not as much of a dick as he is in TBTBWTK but he would still be an enormous bastard who deserves to burn in hell #especially when y'all find out what exactly I had in mind after Luigi arrives at Bowser's castle #if enough people are interested I'll reblog this with my version of the ending of this idea #hell if you want to ask me I'll be happy to tell you what I think happens after Luigi arrives at Bowser's castle

[signedeclipse]

Hello. Can I request some spare sfw headcanons of Enmu dating human reader, who willingly aids demons because they absolutely despise humans? Bonus if Kyojuro's team meet duo and finds out about reader's reasons to help Muzan.

Enmu [X Reader]

In which you are a human helping the demons for reasons more morbid than one might imagine.

Sometimes it was hard to tell between humans and demons, especially for the untrained eye

So undercover demons worked- but if and only if they had self-control and if what they needed was available at night

Which turns out is asking a lot, so when you offered yourself to be their devoted assistant, it wasn't too bad of an idea

Enmu found you terribly curious, a human unbothered by his antics and his consuming- one so loyal to himself and Muzan

Sure, you were threatened with death if you disobeyed even the simplest of orders, but you gave way more than anyone ever asked

Abandoning your home, staying up full nights and days to research, risking imprisonment for stealing anything the demons asked

He was the one that initially found you, begging at his feet to let you help him, so the next time he saw Muzan, he proposed it

A risky move, but he felt it right, and Muzan approved with an immediate bark of several orders

Beyond that, he never questioned it

Until the day that hashira and his helpers showed up on the train, the day everything burned

Enmu was at the front of the train, negotiating their dreams and working his craft while you watched the cart they had fallen asleep in to make sure the kids did as they were asked

Except neither of you expected them to wake up, especially not the stubborn one with the earrings Muzan had warned of

At first, he moved to help you, assuming you were a surviving passenger that had managed to stay awake through this brutal death trap

At least until you pulled out a weapon of your own

"Get back! I will not let you pass any further than this."

"What? Why are you defending a demon! He's only going to kill everyone!"

Anytime he stepped closer, you would slash at him and force him back, trying to buy the dream demon time

"He would never kill me; he loves me!"

Enmu was listening as you spoke, both him and Tanjiro sharing a feeling of confusion, perhaps a tad bit of disgust, for different reasons

"It was only a dream! Whatever he told you isn't real; you need to let me through!"

Despite his protests, you wouldn't let up, even as injuries began to paint your body

"I know he isn't human anymore, but if we can get that stupid flower, I can have my husband back!"

The demon slayer stopped in his tracks at that, a feeling of sadness seeping into him, a curse of his own empathy

This poor girl's husband had been turned a demon, that's why she was working for them, even offering her life up to defend him from being hurt

Those words poured into the heart of the demon, filling him with all kinds of distractions

Neither of you escaped that train alive, but at the very least, you met somewhere happier and became whole again

Authors Note - This one was a bit sad to write :( Reader just wants her husband back </3 Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoyed!

#demon slayer headcanons #kny headcanons #headcanons #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #enmu #enmu x reader

[archon-of-cyberspace]

Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty ending analysis | When three times for Pistis Sophia passes and tower crumbles

Spoiler warning.

After 3 years I can finally tell myself V survives to see another day. I couldn't be happier. I couldn't be more melancholic. I couldn't be more terrified. I can finally stop kidding myself about Arasaka evil holocall scheme™ and face the truth. People around V are just people.

The Tower ending is bittersweet and painfully realistic. People do and will move on. Many you consider trustworthy and your friends are neither. You will be seen as a burden, an inconvenience to be forgotten if you find yourself in extremely difficult situation. If your health declines. This conclusion, unfortunately, comes from personal experience.

V is a protagonist whose choices I can shape, and with CDPR's brilliant writing it's obvious I will relate to them. The Tower made these similarities dangerously close. If it was otherwise, it wouldn't be cyberpunk. V just became physically disabled, possibly for the rest of their life. That fact will change their perception of the world and make them vulnerable as never before. Earlier they could at least pretend, play the tough merc not to be messed around with.

Judy

was the first person I ordered Valerie to call after being awoken up from 2 years coma. I feel for V. Judy is a slow globe of bad decisions the entire game. She's desperate to feel secure and loved, and that causes her to move on surprisingly fast from and to different people. Needing a constant distraction, rarely thinking anything through, she bails out whenever something's wrong. I think that even if V agreed to meet her in Pittsburgh, the moment V arrives Judy wouldn't be there. Or still married to Bianca. Her entire conversation was just "no, V, I'd rather not see you in my life ever again" but using nice words. Which makes me wonder, what Judy actually said to her grandma and Bianca about V disappearance. Perhaps Judy's mails to Maiko Maeda on Maiko's laptop are overshadowing.

Panam

is already or almost 30 in 2079, but man, is she mentally still a teenager. Immature, unable to deal with personal feelings like grown-ups do. Our Queen of the Highway needs a therapy and a family to stop tolerating her childish behavior. People like her are all fun and loyal until they aren't. The moment something isn't about them – poof, gone, suddenly you're the problem, the bad one, the mistake of the past. Credits voicemail from Mitch in Panam's name is embarrassing but stays in character for both. Mitch is avoidant type, values inner peace over stepping on toes of whoever is in charge of Aldecaldos at the moment. His messages to V about Panam, Saul and Basilisk gave him away long time ago.

(Note (05.10.2023): I've seen the theory Panam probably committed suicide or snuffed on action and, frankly, that puts Aldecaldos in bad light still. V has on done so much for them, the least V deserves is honesty from Mitch.)

River

I cannot really blame, I ghost him after The Hunt anyway. Still sad as hell to see he became everything he despised to get money for Randy's rehab. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I'm sure former co-workers from NCPD are seeking revenge for the stunt he pulled with Trauma Team. From ex-cop fired for principles to corrupt private investigator. How bizarre. I hope TT kept their part of the deal at least.

Kerry,

knowing V for the shortest amount of time, behaved most decent compared to other potential love interest. I don't know if the version for players romancing Kerry is the same, however I found it sweet he offered financial help and promised to catch up with V as soon as his tour ends. Would his attitude change if he knew Johnny's gone? That remains unknown.

V,

my sweet Valerie, my comfort character, is now going through the first stage of grief. Denial. Hopefully one last time. If she wasn't in shock, she wouldn't even bother visiting Night City. So many things have changed, So Mi unintentionally predicted the outcome. "You are alone. All alone". Viktor was threatened by Zetatech and is now relocating to San Francisco. Misty, based on what she told V, was suicidal until she discovered her best friend returned to life, but is already leaving for Poland. And yet, those two found time for Valerie, inviting her once again to talk about their experiences.

You may say, V did a lame ass job explaining nearby disappearance to all these people. First, it's FIA. Top secret, discreet, yadda, yadda, yadda. Second, V was influenced not only by Johnny, but by Jackie as well. It was him who slotted biochip in his head first, though for a mere moment. Deep down, both V and Jackie were naive children dreaming of better future for them and their loved ones. Reason is not natural state of human mind. Mentally, V was afraid, stressed out and vulnerable. Texting friends the vacation takes only a month is simply coping mechanism. Trying the hardest not to accept something can go not as planned.

They say the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, but alas. Friendships forged in hardship and common interest couldn't withstand the passage of time. Tower ending might as well be called "trust issues ending". If my girl won't develop these due to everything that happened, I will be surprised. V have only four true friends in their life, and two of them are already dead.

One more thing. What Rogue says about visit in Afterlife is a blanket over the truth. I believe, because of her good will and sympathy towards V. It's about social customs and clientele there. If you think mercs' reaction would be “oh, so V's alive, nevermind then”, think again. Remember these thugs who beat the shit out of V minding their own business on their way back to Delamain? No one would lay a finger on V in Rogue's company, but the mockery would be endless. In my opinion Rogue is convinced V needs to go cold turkey with merc life, never look back. She's absolutely right. A mercenary “died” so Valerie/Vincent could be born anew. Dwelling on past rarely helped anyone – in fact, it could make V suicidal.

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Phantom Liberty #ending #spoiler #thoughts #archon-of-cyberspace

[munchbell45]

yahiko and yamato for the character ask game :D !!

I'm not good at the song association thing, so I will skip that one. Sorry. IDK, I tend to listen to instrumental stuff, and I don't always think "OMG, this is so Skleeby from Splungo's Adventure" when I listen to music.

I will say that i sometimes picture (in my mind) angsty AMVs or animations of Nagato and Konan (post-Yahiko's death) set to Anemoia by Oliver Buckland. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0guReRtGWI&pp=ygUHYW5lbW9pYQ%3D%3D

Though that may be because the song was used in a really cool video game trailer.

Yahiko

Favourite thing about them?

I love his sincere desire to change the world for the better, as well as his love of others and hope for a better future. Of course, it's not just hope but also a DRIVE to make the world better. He just seems like such a sweet, hardworking dude, and if he was real I would love to know him.

Least favourite thing about them?

The fact that we don't get to see more of him. TBF, he died well before the start of Naruto, so we only see him through memories (and that one weird Infinite Tsukuyomi filler story, but I digress.) I want to see how he'd interact with MORE canon characters, I want to see MORE of the original Akatsuki, and I want to know MORE about the Hidden Rain Village.

I'd love a spin-off miniseries about the Hidden Rain Village.

Favourite line?

I'm not always the best at memorizing lines, but I'll go with this one, where he sets out to go on a mission to scout out an area.

"This land is crying, as usual. It continues to endure much pain. In the past, I hated this land that was crying all the time. But now... I want to save it... I truly feel that way. It's too much like the crybaby I used to be for me to leave it alone."

brOTP?

Obviously he is besties with Konan and Yahiko, they have a truly inseparable bond. I also imagine that he was close with each and every member of the original Akatsuki.

Sadly, there are only a few characters we see him interact with in canon, and many of them are minor.

In a happier timeline where nothing bad happened and the Hidden Leaf was magically not corrupt at all, I could see him being friends with Naruto.

OTP?

Nagato/Yahiko/Konan. They have a deep bond, forged through their collective efforts to endure many hardships. To me, it's as if they are destined to be together and to always develop a deep, intimate care and affection for each other. Even if they were to reincarnate, they'd find each other once more.

nOTP?

Yahiko/Obito, Jiraiya/Yahiko (IDK if anyone ships that, LOL,) Zetsu/Yahiko, Madara/Yahiko (Is that a thing?)

Random headcanon?

He learned how to do a lot of basic repairs, so that if the shack got beaten up, he could fix it. I could also see him loving children.

Unpopular opinion?

My man's underrated. I feel like most people tend to either forget about him or just think of him as the guy that became the Deva Path. I mean... I get why, but I wish he was more popular. How can you not love him?

Favourite picture of them?

Two options. I hope these load in.

A: This panel (I am typing this on my computer and GIMP is being a bitch, so no crop.)

B: (My PFP as of 2/5/2024)

Yamato

I am very neutral on him, so my apologies for some lame-ass answers. Also, i felt like I spent a lot of time writing my opinions on Yahiko.

Favourite thing about them?

His abilities were neat, as one of the few who could use Wood Style. i also respect how he tried his best to keep Team 7 in check and (later on) help rebuild the Hidden Leaf after Pain destroyed it.

Least favourite thing about them?

The fact that he was sidelined for most of the War Arc, serving little use outside of buffing up Zetsus. IDK, that was kind of disappointing.

Oh, I also feel weird about the fact that he's supposed to watch Orochimaru in Boruto. Like, if we treat the anime backstory as canon, dude should be traumatized by Orochimaru.

Favourite line?

That one where he threatens to use "draconic measures" on Team 7 when they keep arguing and fighting each other, I guess.

brOTP?

Kakashi once they are both adults. Sai after he is free from Dan's control, since they could relate to each other a lot (especially if you treat his anime backstory as canon.)

I could see maybe see him befriending Anko as well.

OTP?

KakaYama?

Maybe Yamato/Shizune. Yamato/Anko would either be cool or would suck.

nOTP?

Yamato/Orochimaru, Yamato/Kabuto

Random headcanon?

After the War Arc, he hangs out with Asuka, Kurenai, Guy, and Kakashi. They all reminisce about being teachers and vent to each other about weird crap that happens on the job.

Unpopular opinion?

Um... I thought the ANBU Kakashi filler arc (and Yamato's role in it) was overrated.

Dude needs more development, but that's probably the opposite of an unpopular opinion.

Favourite picture of them?

I hope this one loads in. I've been taking way too long writing this.

#Yahiko #yamato #sorry i couldn't do better for yamato #ask meme

[writtenjewels]

Super Massive Party

[This will contain characters from Devil in Me but is spoiler-free on the story. Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate and please consider donating to World Center Kitchen for Thankmas!] 

Anthony stood at the door, debating whether or not he was going to knock. He had recently made peace with his past-- finally let go of his family and moved on from the tragedy-- only to get a call from this man claiming to be his younger brother. His living, biological brother. He wasn't sure he was ready to accept anyone else into his life.

On the other hand, a part of him always wondered about his biological family. Who were they? Why did they give him up when he was a baby? He took a breath and knocked.

The door opened and for a moment he stared at the face on the other side. It was like looking at a slimmer version of himself. Their faces were similar and though this version had more hair, it was the same color as Anthony's. Naturally this man didn't have a burned ear, and he wore glasses.

“Anthony. So glad you came,” the slimmer man greeted him. Charlie, Anthony remembered. His brother's name was Charlie Lonnit. The accent still threw Anthony off. Apparently his birth family was British. Maybe some part of him knew that and that was why he imagined the accent whenever he thought of the Little Hope witch trials. “Do come in,” Charlie gestured.

Anthony did so and was immediately overwhelmed by the number of people inside the house. Most of them were clumped together in groups chatting or already in the kitchen making food.

“Let me introduce you to my team,” Charlie offered. Anthony was grateful for the direction. Charlie led him over to one of the chatting groups. One of them turned and Anthony gave a little jerk of surprise. That face reminded him strongly of Vince when he was young. “This is Mark Nestor; he's my photographer.”

“Hi,” Mark nodded with a pleasant smile. “Nice to finally meet some of Charlie's family. Though I guess... the two of you are meeting for the first time too?”  Anthony didn't know what to do so he just nodded. With Mark was Kate Wilder, the host of Charlie’s show. She seemed friendly enough and joked that she hoped Anthony wasn't as big as a pain in the ass as Charlie. Or at least Anthony assumed that was a joke. He was relieved when Charlie steered him to the next guest.

“These two are Jamie Tiergan and Erin Keenan. Lights and sound design, respectively. Jamie helped me find you,” Charlie informed him.

“Wasn't that hard,” Jamie shrugged. “Just plugged some information into Ancestry dot com and just like that--” she snapped her finger-- “I found you.”

“Thank you,” Anthony said quietly. He caught Erin's eye and she gave him an understanding smile. I'm shy and quiet, too, she seemed to be saying, and that made him feel a little better.

Charlie moved them on to his other guests. Anthony was a little surprised Charlie knew so many people, but his brother (still strange to think of Charlie that way) admitted he knew all of them through work. He'd gotten his start doing war documentaries before moving on to true crime.

“That's where I met these fellows,” Charlie concluded. He named them and Anthony nodded to each in turn: Jason and Salim Othman-Kolchek, married for almost twenty years now. They had a little girl with them and Anthony almost blurted out Megan? But no, her skin was darker than Megan's. Her name was actually Alima and Jason and Salim had adopted her.

“I was adopted too,” Anthony told her. She looked about Megan's age, he reflected, but also looked happier than Anthony remembered Megan being. “I had two sisters and a brother.”

“I have a brother too!” Alima chirped. “His name is Zain. We're going to visit him and his family in London.”

“That sounds nice. I hope you have a good time.”

Anthony got another shock when Charlie introduced him to Eric King. Something about Eric's face reminded Anthony of that officer who directed him to Little Hope a few years back. He also met Nick and Rachel Kay and Nick’s two nephews Alex and Brad. Alex’s wife Julia was in the kitchen helping with food.

Anthony was having trouble keeping track of all the names. Finally Charlie left him to his own devices and he wandered into the kitchen. He checked out the stovetop and let out a breath. Relax. This is a modern home. Everything's fine. Two of those in the kitchen were arguing with each other, one speaking in French and the other in Arabic. The French speaker looked a little like Jamie and Anthony wondered if they were related. The Arabic speaker turned and Anthony gasped. The man looked like his father! A different skin tone like Alima and a little heavier-set, but the face...

“Dar.” Eric stepped in, taking the Arabic man by the shoulder. “Did you want to take a break from cooking?” Dar’s expression softened at once (Anthony found it hard to imagine his father looking like that) and followed Eric back out to the party.

“Oh, good,” a voice spoke up. “More help. Could you take these out for us?” Anthony reeled back as yet another familiar face stared back at him. The man gave him a smile. “Don't worry, I get that reaction a lot.”

“Sorry,” Anthony sighed. “You just reminded me of someone.” Now that he could think straight he could see that of course this man wasn't really Dennis-- he was bald and Anthony couldn't imagine Dennis ever getting rid of his hair. This face was familiar for a different reason: this was Jonathan Finn, accused of being the serial killer known as the Trapper. “My brother,” Anthony clarified. “My, uh, adopted brother.”

“Funny,” Jonathan mused. “You remind me of a judge. Speaking of brothers, I work with yours sometimes as an expert consultant. Personally knowing the Trapper has made me quite the hot commodity in true crime shows.”

“That sounds... interesting.” He was a little glad he never told Charlie about his own time in jail. “I'm glad you turned your life around,” Anthony added. “I, ah, know a little something about that.”

“I figured you might.” Jonathan leaned forward and added: “If you wanna get out of here, just let me or Daniela know.” He nodded to a woman helping set up the tables. Anthony gaped yet again as the face reminded him of his sister Tanya.

They were here... they were all here. The only one missing was his mother. But just as that thought came to him, someone turned on the TV so they could watch the parade. And the woman on the screen had Anne Clarke's face. Or at least reminded Anthony of his mother.

Anthony had to take a seat then. He knew his family was gone, but to see so many who reminded him of them, of people he'd known, made him feel strangely safe. It was like they were telling him they would always be with him. That it was okay to welcome the new family of Charlie and all the people that were part of Charlie's life.

He wasn't alone anymore.

#charlie lonnit #anthony clarke #jonathan finn #little hope #house of ashes #mark nestor #man of medan #jamie tiergan #eric king #dar basri #rachel king #nick kay #jason kolchek #salim othman #alex smith #brad smith #kate wilder #erin keenan #hidden agenda #fliss dubois #the devil in me

[missvelvetsstuff]

Cold Hearted

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Reader x Bucky x Nat

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, angst and a splash of smut.

Notes: I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I've been struggling. I knew where I was going but trying to get it how I wanted was a challenge. I hope it was worth the wait.

There will be another chapter to wrap it all up but this is the big climax. Enjoy.

Steves retirement party is today. He and Sharon have been a bipolar couple, either fighting or fucking, not much in between except in those few moments of warm haze after sex. Sharon was never satisfied with anything. The house, him, the team's icy treatment. Everything was a drama but every time Steve was really considering ending it she would seduce him back into her bubble.

No one was really looking forward to the party except for the fact that Steve and Sharon would be moving out the next day. They were all exhausted with Sharon and her constant bitching but also of Steve and his whining and waffling. He would go back and forth from the good man they thought they knew to the arrogant Captain America who felt entitled to everyone's adoration.

At least Thor and Val would be there with some Asgardian liquor.

BB, Nat and Wanda were relaxing over brunch discussing the evenings activities

Wanda took a sip of her mimosa and giggled at the bubbles "I just want this all over with and Sharon away from the compound. The animosity and stress is getting to me. Every time I'm anywhere near her all I feel is her hatred for the team. I don't know what Steve sees in her."

Nat nodded "It's like he's under a spell but a really bad one that keeps slipping when they aren't fucking"

BB smiled sadly "I don't know what's happening but he's not the Steve I thought I knew.

Wanda, you'd be able to tell if she was using any kind of magic, right?"

Wanda nodded "Most likely. I'd get some kind of vibe off of them but all I feel from them is anger and lust. Those emotions are too prominent for me to read any thoughts."

BB sighed "I feel that too. It makes them so uncomfortable to be around."

Nat rubbed BBs thigh "enough of that, soon they won't be our problem anymore.

So, Wanda what are you and Vis wearing? Bucky has a copy of his Army uniform that Tony had made for him and BB and I coordinated our dresses so should look pretty hot. It's our first public outing as a throuple so we want to impress. No press but Tony will have a photographer and pics are going to People magazine exclusively so they will notice us. We've even been practicing dancing together."

Nats smile was infectious and Wanda couldn't help but tease her "You seem happier than when you married Bucky. Should he be jealous? Are you and BB gonna run away on him."

Nat giggled "No. We're not going anywhere. I was so happy when we got married but BB was always our missing piece. She was happy with Steve and he was happy with her so we didn't want to mess with it but back in the day it was always the three of us."

"I'm not complaining, the lust and contentment I get from the three of you is so sweet and gets me started. Vis isn't complaining" Wanda smirked.

BB has to tease "So happy our feelings are helping your sex life. One of these days you'll have to give us some details."

Wanda blushed and hid her face while Nat and BB laughed. Maybe this could be a good day.

Steve and Sharon had slept late after staying up half the night tangled up in each other. He watched her while she slept, she was so beautiful. Especially when she wasn't nagging him about one thing or another. He had convinced himself it would get better when they moved out away from the team. They would have their own space without the animosity the team was still radiating. He had believed everyone would come to accept his relationship with Sharon but they were still angry over how he treated BB. Bucky still wouldn't talk to him outside of Avengers business and he missed his friend. After all they had been through Bucky let a woman come between them.

He knew there was something going on with BB and Bucky and Nat. They were always together and BB looked at them the way she used to look at him.

Steve thought about BB for a minute and smiled sadly, she really was incredible. He felt bad for everything but he wanted kids so bad he could taste it and BB couldn't give him any. It was a shame but life was full of them and he moved on.

He started softly running his fingers over Sharon's body to distract himself from thinking about BB. She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered open. "Already Captain? How do you still have any energy after last night?" She rolled over on her back to give him more access. Steve pushed BB out of his head and drowned himself in Sharon.

Once they finally got up Steve went to work out but Sharon declined using the hours of sex as an excuse claiming she'd had enough exercise.

Bucky and Sam were having lunch after spending some time sparring after a morning run when Steve wandered into the kitchen. Steve greeted them both, Sam waved and Bucky just nodded in response.

Steve sighed "Is everyone gonna hate me forever? Don't I deserve to have the American dream after all these years defending it? Why don't my so called friends want me to be happy?"

Bucky scoffed "It's not that we don't want you to be happy and you know that.  You don't deserve to be happy at others expense but you don't care about who you are hurting. BB deserves better"

Steve bristled "She looks pretty happy with you and Nat. Didn't take you two very long to move in on her. You guys fucking her already?"

Bucky stood up and got in Steve's face "What's it to you? You cheated on her and then dumped her like yesterday's garbage. We have been trying to help her get over you and stay away from Sharon. Maybe if you didn't insist on flaunting your whore around we wouldn't need to"

"Jesus Buck, when will you let that go? Relationships end all the time, not every couple lasts forever. BB and I weren't right together, Sharon and I are, she's a better match in almost every way. You know I have a lot of pressure and expectations on my shoulders from the public and a former Black Widow who can't have kids isn't what is expected of me."

Bucky shook his head "What's expected of you? Do you even hear yourself? It's more than what you did to BB. You are so fucking full of yourself lately, you make me sick. What happened to the little guy from Brooklyn who never backed down from a fight? You're all ego and asshole, that's why no one is getting over it" and strode away.

Steve looked at Sam. "You too?"

Sam shrugged "You're my friend and I love you man but he's not wrong."

"Whatever you say, man." Steve left to find Sharon.

Unfortunately for Steve, Sharon was out being pampered to get ready for the party. He sat on their couch and flipped through the channels on the TV until he found a WW2 documentary.

Steve felt someone touching him softly and opened his eyes to see BB standing over him in nothing but a flimsy negligee. "It's ok Stevie" she told him, "I'll make all the bad go away."

She climbed onto his lap and started gently rubbing her bare pussy on his growing bulge, dripping all over his sweats so much that he could feel it on his cock.

"Oh BB, I've missed you so much. I'm so sorry, I still love you. I need you back, please BB."

She just shushed him and he groaned when she pulled him out of his sweats and sat on his cock until she was all the way down and started moving her hips slowly. "Oh god BB you feel so good. I've missed your sweet pussy. Sharon could never compare. I need you back." She started moving faster and he felt her squeezing him and dripping down his balls. "Fuck BB, I'm gonna cum. Oh god"

Steve felt his face stinging and opened his eyes to see Sharon standing over him, looking pissed. Face flushed red and before she said anything he felt the other side of his face stung. She slapped him, twice!

"Are you fucking kidding me Steve? I go out to get dolled up for your stupid party and come back to you having a wet dream about your ex? I can't believe you would do this to me, you bastard." She was furious, breathing heavy and ready to hurt him.

"I'm going to ask you a question and you better make me believe you when you answer. Are you still in love with BB? I'm not going to be the woman you settled for or your second choice so you better think long and hard about your answer."

She stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting for his response.

"No, Sharon baby, you're it for me. You know the subconscious does weird things. It's just all this stress. With being forced to retire, moving, everyone being pissed at me. That's all, it's nothing, BB is nothing to me. It's all you sweetheart"

Sharon looked skeptical "It better be Steve because I won't be made a fool in front of the world like what you did to her."

"No, I would never. You know I only did that because you wanted me to. You're everything. I love you so much."

Sharon didn't seem satisfied but calmed down. "You should start getting ready for dinner. Tony is doing some fancy sit down thing for just the team and the party is after. He's tacky as Hell but Tony does know how to throw a party and you don't want to miss it."

Dinner was tense. Tony and Sam tried their darndest to keep the conversation going but no one really wanted to be there. Except maybe Sharon, she seemed to enjoy everyone else's discomfort and had a huge smile through it all. Steve couldn't even look at BB without getting flustered so avoided talking to her, Bucky and Nat.

It was a relief when the dinner ended and they moved to the large hall where there were already some guests dancing to the big band music. The music stopped and the band leader introduced Steve as the guest of honor. There was tepid applause and a couple of boo's as Steve waved awkwardly and the music started back up.

Steve took Sharon's hand and they walked out onto the dance floor falling into step in time with the music.

BB was bouncing to the music when Bucky took her hand and Nats and they walked out to the center of the dance floor and tore it up(imagine Brendan Frasier in Blast from the Past) and everyone else stopped dancing to watch them. When the song finished everyone applauded while they left the dance floor.

"I need a drink" BB panted.

Bucky bowed to her "As m'lady desires. Natalia?"

"Yes, please"

Sharon was giving them all the stink eye for taking the attention from her and Steve. Steve couldn't decide if he was impressed or jealous but pushed it down and took Sharon out to dance.

That's how the evening went until General Ross took to the stage and the music stopped. He gave an eloquent speech about Steve, extolling his virtues and going over some of his best moments fighting for the country and the world. When he finished, he called Steve to the stage to say a few words. Sharon stayed in the wings until Steve finished.

She saw BB walk by and grabbed her by the arm. "It's Showtime BB, let's get up there."

BB tried to protest but Sharon pulled a knife out of nowhere and poked BB in the back. "Don't try to leave now, the fun is just getting started"

When they made it to the microphone Sharon moved the knife to BBs throat. The room hushed when they saw what was going on.

Bucky started to move towards the stage until he saw Sharon push the point of the knife into BBs throat and a trickle of blood trailed down her neck. He stood, fuming, fists balled, looking for a way to help BB.

Sharon smiled "Good evening everyone. I'm sorry to interrupt the festivities but I have a few things to say too. Don't think about interrupting or I'll slit your precious BBs throat from ear to ear.

First, I want to thank Tony for this lovely party, it's really more than Steve deserves but gives me a good place to finish what I started.

More importantly I want to thank Steve for being so easy to manipulate, you made this so easy. It's kind of pathetic honestly.

You, Steve Rogers are a disgusting piece of shit. I helped you and Sam get your tech back so you could save your dear Bucky and I became an enemy of the state while you just forgot about me. When you were pardoned after the snap I was sure you would look for me so you could help me and we would be reunited but I got nothing. Your friends came back and you defeated Thanos but still nothing. The fucking Winter Soldier should have been put down as soon as the government got their hands on him but no he was Captain America's buddy 100 years ago so lets kiss his ass too.

You didn't even try to find me even though I was in trouble for helping your stupid ass. Then Sam and Bucky show up in Madripoor and were surprised to see me like no one ever even thought about what happened to me. Apparently the great Captain America and friends thought I was disposable after I helped them.

Well fuck Captain America, fuck the Avengers and FUCK Steve fucking Rogers. I hate all of you.

All I had to do was drug you into sex once, stroke your ego and drop Aunt Peggys name to ruin you. It's like you hear Peggy Carter and your eyes glaze over."

Sharon laughed maniacally and cut a little more into BBs neck. BB closed her eyes, tears running down her face and waited for her to finish and kill her.

"You live with two of the smartest people on the entire planet and a bunch of spies. You have access to the best tech in the world but you folded like a cheap table instead of swallowing your ego and asking your friends for help. You broke the heart of the woman you claimed to love when she would probably have forgiven you since I, you know, technically raped you. Everything after that first time is all on you and you haven't behaved like a decent human being much less the great and moral Steve Rogers. Now everyone hates you and it's all on you.

My work here is done so, sorry for monologue-ing but The Power Broker is leaving you self righteous-"

An arrow went through Sharon's left eye and she dropped.

BB fell and caught her breath, then collapsed into a ball and started sobbing. Bucky bolted to the front of the stage, knocking a couple of people over, picked her up bridal style and held her tight trying to console her.

"It's ok BB, it's your Jamie and I've got you, you're alright baby."

Everyone cleared the way as he carried her out of the room with Nat and Wanda trailing behind him.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Clint had just entered the party when Sharon started her spiel, so slipped back out to grab his bow and arrows.

The entire room was in shock, no one especially Steve, ever imagined Sharon would do such a horrible thing. He knew she had drugged him but thought it was because of some twisted sort of love, not for this. He knew her admission didn't change much, she was right he had done every damn thing wrong from the start. He knew BB was ok and didn't need him so quietly slunk out of the room back to his quarters.

Tony went to the stage "I uh, I don't know what to say after all that. Obviously the party is over. Thanks for saving the day, Legolas."

Everyone cleared the room except for a couple of agents who went to get Sharon's body to take it to the morgue.

@bigphattygyal

The Avengers all went back to the common room, in shock, not sure what to say or do next.

Chapter 9

@vicmc624

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x sharon carter #bucky x nat x reader #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #cold hearted

[skinmite]

stede and ed are in their own little world

theyre both terrible captains. and that makes their relationship with the crew completely fucked. the captain is responsible for ensuring the safety and wellbeing of the crew and neither of them are being shown to give a shit.

eds relationship with his crew hasnt evolved at all from when we first meet him. izzy tells him several crew members died carrying out eds orders to find stede. and eds like “well thats thats their job” then “edward if you dont do something were all were ALL gonna die” “hm theres an idea”. hes very experienced and intelligent but that doesnt help when youre reckless and working as an individual while still taking the title of leader. & not keeping people alive. i kept waiting for him to have any growth there but there was nothing. i wanted it so bad but nah. he said sorry to izzy only. cares about him but hasnt had anything with the rest of the crew. he needed moments individually to make amends i think

stedes relationship with his crew got way worse than it was in s1. he was always captaining when he shouldnt have been and responsible for their lives while leading them into danger beyond his ability to ensure their safety but at least he seemed like he cared about their happiness and saying “talk it through”. like there was room for improvement but he went the other way. with s2 its all become so hollow now. he just doesnt care about their feelings if ed is responsible for hurting them. stede not caring At All about lucius being alive was interesting to me. hes kinda just selfish. he sees only ed on an equal level to him and out of the whole crew only izzy really its true. he hasnt had much one-on-one with anyone else.

and then after ed tried to kill half the crew/kill people the other half of the crew love. and all decided their Feelings are “kick him off”. stede still chose ed. they always choose eachother over the crew. and Yeah it makes sense theyre in love. but theyre captains of a pirate ship with a huge target on all of them. but only looking out for the other one. the crew sees how theyre treated. theyre dissatisfied but resigned to their fates. the whole “eh whatever. the captains always get away with it and we just deal with what they put us through” conversation. and really Dont see those two as family at this point lets be real. ed and stede are too focused on each other to be a family to anyone except ed and stede. its true izzy is the only other family member you had it accurate the first time.

they could have changed that if any effort was put in at all but they havent gotten to that point. “oh these people love you oh theyre your family” you cant just write that in and have the crews actions this whole time leading up to that contradict it. just untrue. maybe it being the dying wish of someone who they did actually consider family helped their relationship? a little bit? izzy still picking up eds slack. but then in the end the crew just seem happier without ed and stede. those two arent team players they act as individuals. lone wolf

and thats FINE but not on a ship. having stede give them that push at the beginning of the show was great. to crack their shell a little bit is what started the crews overall growth and im sure they care a little bit about stede for that. and theyre soft people i know they have a lingering connection to them. but they have Not “talked it through” theyre literally “bottling it up” it sucks. theres hope but ed and stede have to reach out but they simply havent. really the way the show is written was the crew-minus-captains becoming family together and ed & stede going off on their own. unfortunate but its just the content of the show. i have a lot of thoughts about this im probably missing something. but the captains/crew relationship was so disappointingly lacking

#ofmd spoilers #💌

[theowritesstuff]

Head Over Heels

Book 2 - Chapter Three: The Pollywog

Steve Harrington x gn!reader (eventually)

Head Over Heels Masterlist

A/N: I am a Billy-anti. Just wanna make that clear. Also, sorry this one’s short, there wasn’t much Steve in this episode.

Summary: You experience the aftermath of Steve and Nancy’s fight, and catch the eye of someone on the basketball team.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, Billy

When you walked out to your car to drive to school the next morning, you could see Nancy standing outside of her house. She looked down the street, her eyes searching for Steve’s car.

“Hey, Nancy, need a ride?” You called out to her.

She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m sure Steve’s just running late.”

You debated asking her is she had any memory of the previous night, getting drunk, fighting with Steve, then driving home with Jonathan.

“Are you sure Nancy?”

“I’m alright. Thanks Y/n.” She nods.

You sigh, then get in your car and drive to school. When you get there, you see the familiar maroon BMW parked in it’s usual spot.

“Shit.” You sigh.

You walk through the halls, searching for Jonathan or Steve, hoping that one of them had actually picked up Nancy and drove her to school.

You can’t seem to find Jonathan anywhere, he did have a tendency to make himself as invisible as possible while at school. You spot Steve at his locker though, without Nancy.

“Hey, did you pick Nancy up.” You ask him.

He scoffs. “I figured she’d get a ride from Jonathan.”

He starts to walk down the hall towards his first class. You speed walk trying to catch up with him.

“You should’ve told me you weren’t picking her up. I could’ve driven her.”

Steve doesn’t say anything.

“She was waiting for you, you know. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t remember anything about last night.”

“Really? Because it was pretty memorable.”

“Steve, she was basically blacked out. At least try to talk to her about it, okay? You’re both gonna be happier if you do.”

Steve sighs. “Fine. I’ll talk to her later.”

Steve leaves you in the hall, walking in the direction of his first class. You don’t see him again until it’s time for Chemistry class. He still seems on edge, not making actual conversation like usual.

You try to ask him if he’s gotten a chance to talk to Nancy yet, to which he just rolls his eyes. You hadn’t seen her yet either, wondering if she’d even come to school.

Steve asks you to help him with the homework for the night. You agree, hoping to get him to ease up a little after last night. Steve’s got basketball practice, but tells you that you can just hang out in the bleachers while you wait for him. Apparently the player’s constantly have their significant others hanging out at practice, so it’s no big deal.

You enter the gym with Steve, who stops to talk to the coach, explaining why you’re here, then goes to the locker room to get changed. You walk up the steps of the bleachers, and pull out your chemistry notebook and the homework. You figured you might as well get a head start on it if you were going to have to help Steve work through it.

All the guys start to appear on the court again, half in their gym clothes, and others only in their gym shorts. Steve had been wearing both pieces of clothing, which you silently thank god for, but you happen to notice the guy from the other day. The blonde one, who seemed to catch everyone’s attention in the parking lot.

The guys all do their stretches, then start to play. You occasionally glance up from your notes to see the game. Each time you look up, the guys have gotten just a little more sweaty, you can see Steve’s grey shirt start to darken, and his hair start to look a little wet.

You’ve been there for about half an hour when you look up and see Steve with the ball. The guy from the parking lot is practically on top of him, saying something you can’t hear, then steals the ball, knocking Steve to the ground. He runs to the opposite side of the court, then throws the ball up from under his leg. It falls into the net gracefully, causing the skins team to cheer.

He catches your eye as you stare at the court. He grins at you, then winks. Steve watches the small interaction, and feels a pull in his stomach.

“Steve!”

Nancy stands at the door to the gym, a frown on her face. Steve sighs, then follows her outside.

You turn back to your work, but your attention is quickly pulled away.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Billy.” The blonde man stands in front of you.

You have to look up to meet his eye level, you’re sitting down, but he’s still only a row below you.

“I’m Y/n.” You tell him.

“Y/n.” He repeats, smirking at you.

His confidence is radiating off of him, like he’s used to attention. He keeps his voice soft, not trying to scare you away, but there’s just something about him that’s off.

The coach blows his whistle when Steve comes back in. Billy slowly reaches out, and takes your pen from you. He scribbles something on the corner of your notebook, then hands you your pen.

“If you get bored with King Steve, give me a call.” He winks at you again, then walks back down to the court.

After practice the guys all go back to the locker room to shower, then come back out, one by one. Steve’s hair is still a little wet, flopping down in his face. He’s wearing his clothes from earlier again.

He nods at you when he comes back out, ready to go to the library with you.

“So you do that everyday, or…?” You ask.

“No, just a couple times a week.” He answers. His mood hasn’t seemed to change since before practice.

“What happened with Nancy?” You ask softly.

Steve shakes his head, then looks down at his feet. “Nothing really. I told her what happened. She didn’t remember anything. And she…” he trails off.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You put your hand on his arm, attempting to give him some kind of comfort.

“She couldn’t tell me she loved me.” He shrugs.

It almost breaks your heart looking at him. He looks defeated, like he’s given up.

“Hey.”

He looks up at you.

“I know that it hurts, but it’ll get better.”

Steve scoffs and shakes his head.

You loop an arm through his, resting your hand on the inside of his bicep.

“Maybe Nancy Wheeler wasn’t the one for you, but trust me, there are plenty of other people who would kill for the chance to go out with Steve Harrington.”

Your hand slowly travels down his arm.

“And maybe you’ll find the one for you, in one of them.”

Your fingers brush against the palm of his hand. You can’t help but think of how easy it’d be to just intertwine his finger with yours, to hold his hand, and pull him closer.

You pull your hand away from his though, and continue walking down the hall. Little did you know a small part of Steve was thinking the same thing.

HOH Taglist: @nptnewr @rishlurh @scoobiessnacks @wisdomcrys @parker-natasha @missbunsworld @eddiemunsons-lover @lilyhw1

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things rewrite #steve harrington x reader #slow burn

[aromanticbenzene]

If you still need prompts, here's another! Green helping Yellow practice her powers (maybe Golduck or one of his psychic Pokemon can help) or helping her train Chuchu (who showed interest in the gym). If you can't tell, I'm a sucker for Green being a mentor/brother/parental figure.

Not to sound crazy, but I fucking love Green being a mentor figure. Unfortunately, I am terrible at writing anything action-y, training related, so... I tried my best.

Ever since he took the Gym Leader position, Green could admit he had mentored a lot of younger trainers in passing, but training someone to beat him specifically was a first. However, Yellow wasn’t in it for the badge—she wanted to make Chuchu, her ridiculously-named Pikachu, happy. And what would make Chuchu happy was defeating just one of his pokémon, thereby earning his badge. Green wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve being targeted, or if Red’s Pika had somehow influenced Chuchu. 

Either way, he wasn’t going to refuse a chance to train Yellow. She had a lot of potential, but getting her to actually use it when they weren’t in some life-threatening situation was near impossible. 

“For starters, don’t spend the entire match narrating what’s happening instead of giving actual commands,” Green told her after rewatching her latest attempt. Chuchu didn’t stand a chance. 

“I know... it was all so fast and by the time I realized what happened, your pokémon was already attacking again.” Yellow looked down at her Pikachu in her hands, who squeaked something Green didn’t understand, but it seemed to make her comforted. 

“I understand that, but I don’t remember your reaction time being this bad.” Maybe the years of inaction made her regress, though she had only shown improvement during the battle with Sird that took place in the forest. 

“It’s not... I hope. I’m sure it’s because these are official battles, and there aren’t any real stakes. I know Chuchu isn’t in danger,” Yellow said, and Chuchu squeaked again. “Chuchu also feels that, during the battle with Team Rocket, she didn’t contribute anything. She was out of commission when I began to use my powers... and when we fought that Kyogre, she didn’t think her power was much compared to Pika, or even Pibu. As though the outcome would have been the same without her.” 

“So she wants to know she can stand on her own, is that it?” Yellow nodded. He could relate to the feeling, though it was a bit weird when that feeling belonged to a pokémon. At least this wouldn’t be the first time he trained a Pikachu. “Alright, I’ll help. It can’t be worse than your Caterpie.” 

And for once in his life, such a statement did not tempt fate. Then again, there were few pokémon weaker than freshly-caught Caterpie. 

Though at times, he felt that Chuchu was more of a trainer than Yellow. 

“For the last time, steel can’t be poisoned so I promise neither of our pokémon will take damage,” he said, almost sighing again. “If you’re not confident, your Pikachu won’t hit as effectively as it should.”

“Okay... so it’s Iron Tail with Toxic? At the same time?” Chuchu made an affirmative noise. It seemed as though the creature didn’t want to win so much as it wanted to win with Yellow. After several tries and one evident success, Green thought a break would be a good idea. And Chuchu and Yellow cheered so loudly one would think they’d already gotten the badge. 

“Thank you Green, we couldn’t have gotten this far without all your help!” Yellow said to him once they were back in his office. “This was really important to Chuchu, and I wanted to help her be happier with herself.” 

“I think she is quite content already,” he replied, glancing at the Pikachu face first in a feeding bowl. 

Yellow laughed, and he pretended he wasn’t trying to be funny. “You know, Blue told me something about you.” 

Green wanted to say something akin to that ‘something’ being false or exaggerated, but Yellow was probably the only friend he would hold his tongue for. “And that was?” 

“She said you were proud of me and everything I learned from you, even though you would only say it when I couldn’t hear it.” And so Blue felt it her obligation to relay the message, he finished in his head. No point denying it now. 

“Training is my specialty. I don’t see why you wouldn’t be proud of your healing abilities.” 

“This is different! You’re not only training pokémon or trainers to be stronger, it’s... different, somehow. I can’t explain it.” Yellow grew slightly frustrated, but gave up soon enough to his relief (not that he knew what she was trying to say). “I guess... I wanted to tell you I’m also proud to have trained under you. I may not care much for battling, but I am grateful for all the skills and patience you’ve shown me.” She smiled, and it was difficult to resist her infectious kindness, but he managed to turn his own smile to a small smirk.

“In that case... I’d better see those skills put to good use.“ He thought of telling her that she was his greatest student, but that could wait until after she obtained the badge. 

#pokespe #my writing

[multistoty]

Hope loved her birth home, but it would be hard to hear the laps of waves outside the Arbattior being an orphan. klaus was dead. Murdered before he even knew about his own grandchild. There was so much to worry about that she hadn’t even had the time to worry over the length of dragon back. It was more getting their and making sure Aemond did not commit some sort of war crime than anything else. There wasn’t time to be little girl who lost her favorite person. No time to imagine how the ocean would look refracted off his violet eye or how much crimson on him would make her want to drag him down for another heir of sorts. He didnt seem angry even with the fear. Excited even which helped her feel better Her face tilting further into the crook of his neck running gentle circles there.The feeling of his skin putting the artist at better ease. the soft brush of his own in her curls made the girl ease slightly. Queen and king of two thrones. And this child could not be known about until things were happier and safer. She owed the child growing in her that much at least and had vowed to protect his heart. Hope would have her own sort of farewell with her family once the dust settled. klaus was a loved father, husband, and brother regardless of his kingship.Queen. That word was much more than whispered affections or moans now. HIs comment about relaxed and calm mad her almost laugh. Two words that were the last thing in her mind at the moment. This all hung on her shoulders. He could help. He wanted too and she’d give him that even if letting anything or anyone else outside of her fingertips would help. An odd part of her was angry Klaus had died. How dare her father leave this earth so soon. let himself die, but that was the odd ways love found itself fighting for. While she knew well that it was his first child, Hope was glad to hear it once more. He deserved to raise his son or daughter in Westeros safe and happy. She would have to make sure that he had himself some sort of forged dagger strapped in eye line so many details could keep them off of the emotional journey with her father. She knew the honesty in his words even if she struggled to pay attention anywhere else than the soft nature of his skin settling her shaky ones. “You will not take a knife to the chest!” Hope roars. “Nope. My child will not lose a father so soon. Our child. If I am to rest, I need not worry about my foriegn prince getting himself into worries. - I’m so happy to be a mother. I feared I might never be but this could be a war zone. I was called the people’s princess for a reason. We are a team on all accounts always. I will help you to know how to help me. I enjoy bossing people around. It’s- people don’t talk about the pain that comes with these coronations and how your supposed to work and push through it. As if a queen feels no pain. I love you, aemond, and I will never be worthy of you or all you’ve given me.”

@whispering-collective

[f1-birb]

I'm angry. I do not like Mercedes, I actually despise them. I like Hamilton, seems like a hood guy, but I can't stand the team or Russel. I used to like Russel until this year when I now do not like him at all, I don't think he deserves this win after all the things he's done to other drivers these last few races. I am terrified Mercedes will be a front runner team again, I don't want that, I want to cry thinking about it. And the fact that Russel won before Hamilton is just so frustrating, I would be happier to see Hamilton win.

And alpine, its mostly cause I'm a mclaren fan that I hate the team. I have nothing against Ocon and Alonso is Alonso yknow but the team makes my blood boil. I can't stand them.

Now redbull, my opinion on redbull is alright but I really like Max. I'm happy for him to win the championship and I don't know what happened this race. He's been off in both the sprint and today. It almost feel like Max from last year is back when he just seemed to desperate. But this year its for no reason. He could've won today I belive if it wasn't for the incident with Hamilton. About that incident too, I don't think it was Maxs fault, from what I've seen he was ahead and Hamilton left him no space. I'm just so frustrated.

And now Mclaren. Daniel messed up on lap one but I don't have any expectations of him anymore so I don't really care. But Lando drove well, he had a great start and fought good with the ferrari. I understand the penalty for colliding with Charles but I'm still sad of course. And I'm so angry at mclaren for creating an abomination of a car that Lando has managed to get a fucking podium in. He knows the team is relying on him to win and has driven three race while sick!!!! That's not okay. I'm also a bit angry at Daniel for being this shitty that Lando has had this pressure on him. Mclarens entire year has been on Landos shoulders and that can't be good mentally on our boy. He doesn't deserve that. He deserves a good team that can give him a good car. How hard can that be?

Ughhhhhh

I suppose that's all my thoughts about the race. Sorry if it seemed a bit too angry sometimes but I'm still very upset.

Firstly I hope being able to vent made you feel a little better <3

Second, we feel the same way about a lot of things from this race and this season but I will summarise:

Same thoughts about Merc, was raised a Merc hater and shall stay one. I've only warmed up to Lewis in recent years tbh, but like you I really liked George at Williams (bar the incident with VB which I still get prickly over) and since he's been at Merc I've slowly liked him less. He's made certain comments and there have been several incidents, particularly Singapore and since that have made me change his cute tag to one less cute, but I can't fault him today. For Q3 absolutely I'll fault him and will claim that helped him today, but he did a good job and I can't deny him the race win

Alpine, same hat, don't hate their drivers but they're a threat to McLaren and since my boy's there that's my team (and it was my team even back in 10-12 with JB and LH even though at the time I could not stand LH)

RB is where we differ a little, I can't stand the team and I have extremely mixed feelings on it. I don't hate Max but I'm certainly not his biggest fan, and I think he and Lewis bring out the worst in each other on track. I think Max has been getting incredibly frustrated while driving not in his usual spots this season, or at least since summer break. Singapore a classic example with the safety car incident and the lock up (both of which I was angry over because Lando was at risk) - tbh I wouldn't have cared either way if either, both, neither of them got a penalty for that incident // EDIT: having seen Max's comments post-race he's in time out until further notice

McLaren..... big sigh. Idk what they did between the 35 and 36 but whatever it is IT AINT IT. Lando had a fantastic start, especially since he's had some rocky ones this season, and I'm so glad they replayed it, and he was driving very well considering he felt like absolute shit and has done since Thursday. The incident with Charles was just that, an incident in my opinion, and the fact I'm hearing that Charles stans are sending Lando hate and even death threats is so disgusting but I honestly can't expect much better (and much like with staniels I am fully aware it's not all Charles fans). Lando has consistently dragged that tractor into the points, put it a lot higher up the grid than it deserves, and even managed a podium in it which is incredible, and I feel bad he's had to carry the team for basically two years, especially this year with how much they've had to fight with Alpine and it's basically been him alone

And Daniel.... if I speak, I am in big big big trouble because boy do I have words and only some of them are nice

That's all my feelings out for today but if anyone wants to rant, vent, chat, feel free to drop in my inbox

#hope you feel better anon #birb speaks

[the-ashen-one]

Hi, can I ask how is your Thoma build?

Did you put on him 4-piece set of Tenacity of The Millelith for that additional ATK and Shield Strength bonus or gave him Emblem of Severed Fate?

In advance I highly appreciate your response since I'm working on the best and optimal build for this man

Hello comrade, of course!

I cant help but be happy to see people likes him and want to use him. My sunshine man definitely deserves all the love⁓

Most of what i will say, you can also find similiar explanation on youtube too if you wanna check more options. Maybe you already watched some videos and i will be like just repeating them XD

Now lets get started!

Me being simp, i leveled up him until 90, but if you dont really wanna use that much exp books you can just do 6th ascension and leave him at 80 too.

(in 80lvl his base HP is 9616, and in 90lvl its 10331. Not a big difference)

His HP is of course important, but not as much as Zhongli. Because what we need to focus is not his skill but his burst.

That means we will need many many energy recharge. Maaaany.

Lets look at the "advantages" you can have in his built. By that i mean C4 Thoma and Favonius Lance

I have only C1 Thoma. İf you have C4 Thoma congrats im so jealous of you.. Because C4 gives him 15 energy back when you use his skill.

As for Favonius Lance you probably know it gives you some energy particle back too. So that is actually our best choice of weapon.

I got this lance WAY later than i got Thoma... So i just gave The Catch to him. Plus i just love seeing that polearm more...

Both has energy recharge so yes Catch also can be used, but if you use Catch you will need bit more "er" on his artifacts. Also i say you may have better use for Catch with other characters, so you decide

Now that we saw the advantages you can have for him, let me write down what you need based on what you have.

1- You have C4 Thoma and Favonius Lance. Perfect! You only need 140-150 energy recharge from artifacts.

2- You have C4 Thoma but dont have Favonius Lance. Still good, you will need 160-170 er. 170 would be pretty good.

3- You dont have C4 Thoma but have Favonious Lance, then i say 170-180 er would be better. Slightly more you need.

4- You neither have C4 Thoma or Favonious Lance. Let me hug you we share same pain... We need more than 200 recharge i believe. İ mean i has 197 for him and i still feel like it can be better, so lets say 200-210 for that option

What about HP? İ think 23k-24k HP should be fine. I didnt test that by myself, just most people i checked their Thoma built says that.

Thats what i have for him. 28k HP and 197 er. He is now pretty comfortable for me.

For talents you should defitelly focus on his burst first, but i say you need both his skill and burst at at least 8lvl. İ have his talents in 5-9-9

Ah yes my fave part... Artifacts.. haha......

4pc Millelith go brr..

That is what i use. Since i have already good er i didnt need 2pc Severed Fate. But if you need that 20 recharge from that set you can go 2pc Millelith 2pc Severed Fate as well

İ saw people using Noblesse on him too and yeah that makes sense ,tecnically, but i didnt test it myself. sooo.

Ah yes and heres the artifacts i have on him

Based on what you have and what you want, you can play with the things of course.

I hope i was able to explain simply and i hope that helps you! I love my sunshine puppy -well duh im not a Thoma main for nothing- and since he is my only good shield he doesnt really leaves my team. And definitelly after getting Ayato i couldnt be happier to play with both of them together.

Please let me know what you think and the results if you try that built yourself! Of course i might missed things so i would be happy to learn if thats the case

#me excited #i hope i did well #ask evy #genshin impact #genshin impact thoma #thoma #thoma built