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heyiwrotesomethings · 6 months

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hey hey, so trying my luck with the october request.

Since it's spooky time: halloween pumpkin carving date with they/them reader and Miroslava? I miss her. Maybe something like reader feeling jealous bc Miro spends so much time with Itsuki, not knowing that she just helps Miro planning a date she wants to ask the reader out to.

If I get in and you decide to write it: thank you so much!! <3

Carving Out Time

Miroslava Honebami x They/Them Reader

A/N: I just wanna say to the person who asked for that part two to Scholarships that I am sooo sorry it’s taking so long. I just can’t remember what happened in the manga enough to write out something without re-reading that part, but to find the energy to do it is not working out. And now sorry to this person, because now that I’m re-reading the prompt, I’m thinking this might’ve supposed to have been a first date situation and I messed up. Hope you still find it somewhat enjoyable? Sorry if the spacing is as weird to y’all as it looks to me, I’m posting this while in the car on a different device. Word Count: 1,384

“Good morning, Miro!” (Y/n) darted around the corner they had just seen their partner turn mere moments ago, somehow expecting to sneak up on her for a hug from behind, but of course, Miroslava was already staring over her shoulder, golden eyes boring right into (Y/n)’s the second they came into view.

“Good morning, (Y/n).” She replied a small, but genuine smile. “Did you sleep well last night?” She lightly ran a gloved finger over their cheek, “You look tired.”

“I’m just excited that it’s finally Friday.” They yawn. “You know how much I enjoy fall, and the leaves are just right so I’m really hype about spending time with you tonight!”

Miroslava winces almost imperceivably, but having a partner who regularly gambles and is getting better at reading her micro-expressions by the day, (Y/n) mood dampened.

“No way, you have plans? Again?”

Miroslava had been flaking on (Y/n) all week. Worse yet, it was always with Sumeragi Itsuki for some reason. Itsuki was fine, (Y/n) had no real problem with her, but to be put on the back burner for their partner to go off with her doing god knows what time after time made them feel more than a little jealous.

“Yes, (Y/n), I apologize, but I promise Saturday is all yours.”

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing? Why can’t I come? I promise I’ll stay in the car this time if this has to do with the family “cleaning” business.”

Before Miroslava could confirm that it was not Bami related, Itsuki popped up looking all excited.

“Honebami-san, I got the—“ she noticed (Y/n) standing there and quickly switched gears, something (Y/n) caught and it made them uneasy. “(Y/n), hey! How are things?”

“Fine…” However, the tone (Y/n) was using was indicating that things were indeed not ‘fine’. Not when their partner was once again leaving them high and dry to hang out with the same person she had been hanging out with all week.

Both girls were quite aware of this and had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“So you’re hanging out with Sumeragi again today and I’m not allowed to hang around for a reason you keep neglecting to share with me?”

“I know it looks weird, but it’s nothing bad, I swear!” Itsuki promised.

“Yeah, I believed that excuse the first four times, but now I’m not so sure.”

Miroslava approached (Y/n), placing her hands on either side of (Y/n)’s face, staring deep into their eyes, “It will all become clear tomorrow. I’ll have a car drop by to pick you up. Can you hang on one more day, please, for me?”

(Y/n) tried to hold firm on their position on the matter, but the pure honesty Miroslava’s eyes held made it exceedingly difficult. Finally, they sighed,

“Alright, one more day.”

“Thank you.” Miroslava stroked their cheeks with her thumbs.

“It’s all going to be worth it, you’ll see!” Itsuki chimed in.

(Y/n) managed a small smile, but they still eyed the pair warily. Just what were they doing together that they weren’t allowed to be a part of, nor know about? They went through the rest of the day feeling uneasy, heart clenching jealously every time they would catch a glimpse of Itsuki and Miro throughout the day.

They couldn’t even enjoy the sweet goodbye Miroslava gave them after school that day because watching them leave school together in the same car while (Y/n) was left behind only made the uneasiness and jealousy grow.

They didn’t want to believe something was going on between Itsuki and Miroslava, because their Miro couldn’t possibly do something so distasteful, so heartbreaking, but the more time that passed by, the more the negative little voice in the back of their brain grew. They had another hard time sleeping that night, but not because they were excited about tomorrow, they were anxious for it.

***

They startled out of a stressful dream when their phone started to ring and they cursed when they took note of the time. They were supposed to be out the door almost half an hour ago and now Miro was calling them.

“Hi, sorry, sorry, I over slept. I’m getting out of bed right now.” They said a bit frantically, almost tripping in a tangle of covers.

“Take your time, darling. No need to worry, the driver won’t leave without you. As long as he doesn’t want to find himself at the bottom of the ocean, anyway. So just take your time, wear something comfy that fits the weather and I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, sure, yeah, see you soon.” It was clear (Y/n) was still a bit frazzled as they began digging through their closet for something nice to wear.

“(Y/n), I love you, take your time. I mean it. It’s only fair after I asked you to be so patient this week.”

(Y/n) finally slowed their movements, heart melting at how confident Miroslava sounded when she said she loved them.

“I love you too, I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m looking forward to it. See you soon.”

“See you.”

They hung up and less frantically, but no less quickly, got ready to leave the house. They apologized to the driver for their tardiness and sat on the edge of their seat the entire drive to Miroslava’s house.

When the car slowed to a stop in front of the the lavish home, Miroslava was waiting outside in a cute cream colored sweater, sleek black leggings and cream ankle boots. She looked so pretty and comfy. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to hug her!

When they rolled up to the curb, Miroslava came up to (Y/n)’s door and opened it for them, extending her hand to help them out.

“Welcome, my love.” She kissed their cheek. “I’m glad you made it.”

They got a little dreamy look on their face and smiled, “Me too.”

“Come, there’s much to do.” Miroslava grabbed their hand and lead them through the house to the backyard.

“Wow…!” (Y/n) gasped, they marveled at the changes the backyard had underwent since they had last visited.

There were many cute decorations, but the highlight was probably the lattices decorated with orange, black and white fairy lights. There was a projector screen set up along the fence in front of the outdoor furniture, currently playing a Halloween baking show, but (Y/n) could also see an array of movies sitting nearby. The outdoor kitchenette smelled like cinnamon and sugar. On top of the granite countertop were a few pumpkins of varying size accompanied by an assortment of tools and snacks.

“What do you think? It’s not too much, is it? Itsuki assured me it was perfect, but you know I’m somewhat new to all of this…” Miroslava gestured to the set-up, a faint blush dusting her pale skin.

(Y/n) hugged her tightly. “It is perfect, this is really sweet, thank you so much. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time this week. If I had known…”

“I don’t mind, I can understand why you weren’t happy, I wasn’t happy with having to spend time away from you either. Perhaps next time I should at least tell you it’s a surprise for you instead of being completely tight-lipped.”

(Y/n) squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you.”

Miroslava melted into the hug, holding them gently, “I love you too. Now, how about we carve some pumpkins?”

“Absolutely!”

They stood next to each other talking and carving the pumpkins while the projector flickered and whirred. When the pumpkins were all lined up and lit, they washed their hands and took a big bowl of snacks to the couch in front of the projector and cuddled beneath the soft and fuzzy throw blankets, stealing a few kisses here and there. Occasionally they’d look back at the row of glowing jack-o-lanterns and chuckle at the more misshapen ones. (Y/n) would have to make sure to thank Itsuki as well for this later.

Laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs and blankets while the leaves rustled overhead and the scents of autumn and candied apple slices wafted over them, (Y/n) began planning their own special date. The fall season wasn’t over yet after all, and the apple slice Miroslava just bit into gave them the perfect idea.

#kakegurui oneshots #kakegurui x reader #miroslava honebami x reader #miroslava x reader #requests #anonymous

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anomalouscorvid · 1 year

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i know. the two winning fandoms in the poll i did were rw and hk, not rw and fl. but i didn't have any ideas for rw/hk and i like putting creatures in situations and i think 'slugcats, suddenly in the neath' is a fun situation to draw. i had more thoughts, maybe even enot/inv thoughts (secret joke dating sim slugcat... common theme in fl of love stories... it all fits), but i think this is enough for now. it ended up rather slugcat-heavy, maybe i should also consider the opposite situation, just casually dropping fallen london characters into the world of rain world.

sizes... not to scale really

explanation/context for some more specific parts (for both fl and rw stuff) beneath the cut:

rivulet holding karma flower: in rw, your karma increases when you survive another cycle, and decreases when you die. a karma flower keeps your karma level at the same level when you die. could be vaguely relevant to the immortality stuff the evolution story is somewhat about. y'know

"no rain?": fallen london takes place in the neath, which is, surprise surprise, underground. it wouldn't have the frequent lethal rain cycles that rivulet (or any other slugcat) is used to

rivulet biting some guy's hand: the youthful naturalist, an important character in evolution, has shown a fondness for tinned eels. rivulet would probably also enjoy tinned eels. and thus, the BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU

artificer being held: the artificer causes explosions and is on a quest to kill an important figure. april of the calendar council also causes explosions and is also on a quest to kill an important figure. thus, the holding. clearly the artificer is the best possible calendar mascot

arti contemplating a purple knife and her dead slugpups: purple knife image is the image for ambition: nemesis. the ambition where you avenge a loved one

birds on train tracks: there are terror birds on the train tracks usually. that's just a thing in fallen london. miros birds in rain world run over long stretches of land and are, generally speaking, fatal to encounter. i don't think the great hellbound railway in this 'au' would be, uh, particularly useable. the person being eaten is unimportant

saint in the mirror: parabola is, to summarise things too much, a dream world that can sometimes be seen through mirrors. no significance to saint being there i just thought they fitted visually although maybe also thematically. (but parabola is generally warm, not cold)

5p and two masters: i'm not sure there'd be a reason for the masters of the bazaar wanting to make a deal with five pebbles. but anyway there has been at least one time in the history of the neath where someone was turned into an island to prevent death, and five pebbles is a sort-of-organic supercomputer with the rot (self-inflicted, by accident) which is slowly killing him, and also he has a city already on top of his structure so shoving a mountain shard in him would be like... double-living-city??

the others i think are more self-explanatory if you know anything about either game then you can probably guess what's going on

#if i'd played heart's desire i would've done more with the monk playing the marvellous. but anyway #fallen london #rain world #rain world downpour #rain world spoilers

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bdrakerising · 2 years

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Oh... sorry! Was that cold? Just be glad it wasn't Wolverine giving you the wake-up call!

CHARACTER NAME/ALIAS: Bobby Drake aka, Iceman FACECLAIM: Ronen Rubinstein AFFILIATIONS: Nomads/X-Men AGE (physical age as well, if different): 35 SPECIES (human, metahuman, alien, etc): Mutant IS YOUR CHARACTER’S IDENTITY SECRET OR PUBLIC? Public DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIVE IN THE MOUSEHOLE? IF SO, WHAT ARE THEIR DUTIES? Combat trainer and mission team leader for those in colder climates. DESCRIBE SIX TRAITS (3 positive, 3 negative) YOUR CHARACTER HAS AND HOW THESE AFFECT THEM:

Transparent. You would think someone who has powers like him would come across cold right? No, Bobby is very honest and open, he leads with his emotions which can some times also be his downfall but Bobby can’t help it, he has a big heart.

Brave. Bobby is very brave and is often seen standing up for the little person. Because he’s so willing to go wandering into dangerous situations without thought, it can put him in danger some times, but that’s okay, he always finds some way to get out of said danger even though the x-men team has had to pull him out of them plenty of times over the years. He doesn’t back down.P

Protective. He adores his family, Jean and Scott are like brother and sister to him, Hank is one of his best friends and he may have a small crush on Warren but doesn’t talk about that. Since he joined the X-Men next to Scott, it’s been a big learning curve due to how he was treated by his peers when his mutation manifested. He’d do anything for his friends even if it means he puts himself in direct line of the danger instead.

POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES:

Thermokinesis

Thermal Vision

Cryokinesis

Hydrokinesis

Molecular Moisture Inversion

Molecular Moisture Conversion

Bobby has yet to unlock his secondary mutation which will consist of:

Organic-Ice Form

Ice Clone Generation

Cryokinetic Perception

Cellular Replacement

He’s also an accountant and speaks fluent Russian and Spanish.

WEAKNESSES:

Becomes mentally exhausted with overuse of his ice powers. Has a fear of tapping into his full potential.

IC PORTION; DETAILS —

WHAT BROUGHT YOUR CHARACTER TO SOKOVIA?

Bobby joined the X-Men in Genosha but as they began to establish the miro-nation, it became clear that there was no need for his skills set even as an accountant, so he said his goodbyes early on and left without a fuss from Xavier (which frankly, hurt, not that he’d ever admit that out loud). So, he turned his attention to the nomads and has been with them ever since. He’s the one that heads up missions in colder areas as he can withstand them and he keeps everyone in tip top shape by being a trainer around the mousehole. With the addition of the Danger Room that’s coming, he can set up some situations through that eventually.

DID THEY SIGN THE ACCORDS? WHY OR WHY NOT?

No, he didn’t sign the Accords, he was already half way to Genosha at the time. Plus, he’s a mutant and is tired of constantly being opposed for who he is. He believes if any mutant signed it, then they must be out of their minds.

PROVIDE 3-5 HEADCANONS RELATED TO YOUR CHARACTER:

Bobby has had a string of girlfriends over the years because he was deep in denial about being gay, why add this on top of being a mutant too. His world already hated him for one thing, why add another. But slowly over the years, Bobby has come to accept his sexuality and has been out for a few years even though he’s still a bit afraid.

He’s a bit of a prankster and will often lower temperatures in rooms because he finds people’s reactions funny. He should be grown up by now, but it keeps him amused.

WANTED CHARACTER CONNECTIONS:

The O5: Jean Gray, Scott Summers, Warren Worthington III and Hank McCoy, these four are his best friends. They grew up together, fought together through thick and thin, Bobby will do anything for them.

Lorna Dane: Despite having dated her in the past, they are now good friends.

Johnny Storm: Literally the best person for Bobby to team up with. They are good friends with similar goals and sense of humour. It wasn’t always like this though and they often butted heads.

POTENTIAL CHARACTER ARCS:

The only thing I have in mind at the moment is him unlocking his secondary mutation which is where he can shift his entire body into ice. He’s going to be stuck like this for a while until he learns how to control it. Get your mops ready, Mousehole.

Bobby has always been a follower, even as an X-Man but him leading up teams here is a big change for him which he’s fully taken on board. I’d like to see him make some hard decisions regarding this.

CHARACTER BIO —

Born to William and Madeline Drake in Floral Park, Bobby’s mutation manifested early on when he couldn’t stop shivering and feeling cold all the time despite his parents taking him to doctors, none of them could figure out why he was feeling cold all the time. It was only when Bobby was forced to protect himself (and his then-girlfriend) when his powers were revealed by encasing the school bully in ice. That was a rough time because the town then organised a mob to go after him, believing that he was dangerous. It wasn’t for Scott Summers, then Bobby would’ve been dead there and then. That’s when he left his home behind and started on this weird adventure as one of the original X-Men.

Over the years, Bobby learned how to control his powers and was even given the name of Iceman eventually. What Bobby wasn’t aware of at the time, but is now, that they were all child soldiers and that is something that doesn’t sit right with him any more so his relationship with Xavier is strained. He took him in and gave him a home when he had to leave his own, he’ll always be grateful for that, but doesn’t mean that he likes it.

Bobby was never going to agree to sign anything like the Accords, so quickly turned down the chance to and turned his attention on following the others to Genosha to help establish the mirco nation alongside his peers. He managed to stick around for a grand total of six weeks before he started to feel redundant. Every single one of his friends had an important position within this nation so Bobby left and hasn’t looked back on Genosha since, even letting Charles go to voice mail every time he calls.

He has been in Sokovia ever since, helping them get on their feet and established combat training for those heroes who are feeling a little rusty. Recently, he’s been off on missions up in Siberia as he’s the one that’s chosen to head up teams in colder climates. Now he’s back in the Mousehole for the time being and he’s wondering what the hell he’s missed.

#bio #srisingintro

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ayeon0307 · 8 months

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Initial Prototype

7th September (Thu)

Description

This week I aimed to build an initial prototype in order to start building the final prototype in Week 7. I based my creation on the Prototype it tool from The collective action toolkit, so I started by sorting out my materials list.

-> Prototype it tool from frog’s The collective action toolkit. (David Sherwin, 2023) (1)

Since my idea is a physical toolkit idea, the actual size was important to me, so I made various sizes and measured them in the fridge to come up with the ideal size before I started working on the specific idea. In the case of the food card, I actually made it and found that my first idea was too small, so I made a new size.

-> Illustrate digital sketch of Prototype sizes

I created the pixel icons as previously planned but reflected on them midway through the process. I realised that I didn't have enough time to complete the pixel art style and that the project positionality wasn't fully involved and reflected, so I went with a 2nd initial prototype.

-> From the Miro board, 1st initial prototype ideas

Prior to the 2nd initial prototype, I reworked the existing logo and fonts as the pixel art style had been abandoned. I decided to use the Goodkitty font for the logo, with Montana as a sub, and keep the existing font, Acumin Variable Concept, for the body font.

-> From the Miro board, new logo ideas

The lack of positionality meant that my project didn't have enough Māori elements since my project is based on indigenous culture. Therefore, I researched various Māori patterns and chose Pātikitiki, which I felt was the best fit for my project topic. Pātakitaki is a pattern that means 'hospitality' and 'availability of food'.

-> Pātikitiki pattern from Kōwhaiwhai for beginners (2021)

This is the 2nd initial prototype design, incorporating new ideas from the 1st initial prototype reflection. I put the Māori pattern, Pātikitiki, on hold because I had not yet received direct permission or checked with indigenities.

-> From the Miro board, 2nd initial prototype ideas

I later printed a 2nd prototype design to create a physical prototype. I printed my design on coated paper and glued it to thicker paper so that it would resemble the actual product. For the magnet products, I glued pieces of magnet sheet to the thick paper.

-> Prototype hero shots

Feelings

As with the previous logo design process, I feel the most stressed when I'm working on a creative design. This time, I found a lot of errors and shortcomings in the 1st prototype design, which caused me some confusion. However, through critical reflection, I was able to figure out the problems and create a more advanced design.

The 2nd initial prototype design is still lacking, but I am getting closer to the ideal physical prototype model of the project as I see the toolkit components evolving little by little.

Evaluation

Project process 5/5 - I am satisfied with the current direction of the project and the percentage of progress above 50%.

Time management 2/5 - I thought I had enough time to prepare, one week, but it was a short period of time to organise the design ideas. I completed the prototype in insufficient time, which resulted in unsatisfactory work.

Project result 3/5 - I completed the prototype I had planned but did not complete a satisfactory design. The design needs more research and development.

Analysis

The toolkit 'Prototype it' was the only tool in The collective action toolkit(David, 2023) that was related to prototypes. However, despite being the only tool, the explanation and understanding of prototypes needed to be improved. This is because The collective action toolkit is a toolkit for group projects. The point where 'Prototype it' differs from the other tools is the idea-sharing session in a group at the end of the tool. However, considering the project's ethical situation, I could not share ideas and reflect with others, so I generated the maximum effect through multiple reflections on my own.

Conclusion

Creative activities always took time away from me. I realised again while designing this project that design is a continuous process of reflection. I had two initial ideations, but there were six design changes, including hand sketching.

Also, if I were to reflect on myself, I need to develop better time management skills. I need to set a time limit and distribute my time appropriately by learning to give up when the creative design process is not progressing within the limited time and reflecting back.

Action Plan

If I were to go through the initial prototype process again, I would set aside more time than I do now. While my improved time allocation skills are important, I believe that if I had more time, I would have been able to reflect on the design and complete it sooner.

Next Plan

Final prototype planning and material research

From my initial prototype reflection, I will continue to develop the design of the prototype.

Reference

(1) David Sherwin. (2023). frog’s Collective Action Toolkit. DAVID SHERWIN. https://www.davidsherwin.com/collective-action-toolkit

(2) Bridget Blair. (2021). Kōwhaiwhai for beginners. Arts Online. https://artsonline.tki.org.nz/Planning-tools/Teacher-Resource-Exchange/Kowhaiwhai-for-beginners

#DES301 #Break2 #Assignment3 #Te Kitenga #Development

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 2 years

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (174): Mon 5th Sep 2022

Avoided going on my phone all day at work so I wouldn't have the results from AEW All Out spoiled for me. As soon as I got home I ordered a pizza and flung the pay per view on. Despite all my criticism of AEW (booking and backstage) this was still a stacked card and I was majorly excited to see the main matches which I was sure would deliver. The finals of the Trios tournament pitting The Elite against Hangman Adam Page and the Dark order was really action packed even though the Dark Order's involvement seemed like an afterthought. The highlight of the match was Jon Silver's great roll-through counter to the One Winged Angel. This guy is tremendous and personally although I'm sure the other Dark Order guys are really nice I would get this stable broken up, repackage Alex Reynolds and Preston Vance as a new tag team and give Jon Silver a singles run as I think he could get himself majorly over as a Mickey Whipwreck / Spike Dudley underdog type. I know AEW feels the need to keep Dark Order around mainly out of respect to Brodie Lee but it's just not working anymore. This stable (What's left of it) already feels like a relic of a bygone age and it's only three years old. As good as this match was it fell short of the next match pitting Swerve In Our Glory (Still an awful name) against The Acclaimed for the tag titles. The Acclaimed have gotten themselves massively over in the last two months or so and put on a great performance tonight, more than keeping up with Swerve and Keith Lee. It was evident that the crowd really fucking wanted The Acclaimed to win as they were full on booing Swerve and Lee but sadly they were booked to lose. They can't not be the next champions while I suspect Tony Khan might be reluctant to putting the titles on The Aclaimed because Max Caster is seen as a loose cannon I personally think it's worth the risk (He's certainly more trustworthy than Jeff Hardy). The match between Jungle Boy and Christian Cage turned into an angle rather than a match as Luchasaurus gave JB a nasty chokeslam onto a steel stage leaving Christian to pick up the pieces and win. First off I'm really happy that they've started referring to Jungle Boy as "Jungle Boy" Jack Perry as I think this is a much better moniker. Secondly although I was disappointed we didn't get the match I understand that Tony has realized Christian has mega heat at the moment and is trying to ride the wave which will make the eventual match between him and JB even better so bravo. The House of Black vs Darby / Sting / Miro was a fun brawl and the end with Sting spitting black mist into Black's face was really satisfying. I really hope Tony Khan sorts out the Malakai Black situation because he's so god damn talented and entertaining to watch and I would much prefer him to stay in AEW. The CM Punk / Jon Moxley match was really good with plenty of heat, near-falls, blood and drama. However the real drama didn't start until later that night in the post show media scrum where Punk let loose on Colt Cabana, Adam Page, and The Elite for spreading the rumour that Punk got Cabana fired from AEW. I think the first thing to point out is that no-one got Cabana fired as he still works for AEW and to be brutally honest the company has never really done anything with the guy. The second he arrived they stuck him in The Dark Order and if sticking a bright, loud, comedic character in a dark, villainous stable isn't a sign you have no creative ideas for them then I don’t know what is. I can remember Cabana competing in two matches for AEW: vs Chris Jericho, Bryan Danielson and they were spaced incredibly far apart so you can't really say Cabana was having a prosperous run in AEW before Punk showed up. Secondly, from all the reports I've seen about this situation I can't remember seeing one that alleged Punk said to Tony "You either get rid of Cabana or I' not coming", I don't think that's the rumour that's been getting spread for the last few months. I think the accusations were more aimed towards Tony Khan than at Punk, that he realized there coud be tensions between Punk and Cabana so decided to switch Cabana back to ROH so the two wouldn't encounter one another. Whatever the case Hangman Page clearly did feel as though Punk had something to do with Cabana being sent back to ROH as he alluded to it during his standoff with Punk a few months ago. Personally I didn't even catch the "worker's rights" line during his promo or if I did I didn't realize it was a reference to Punk and Cabana. I've got to admit I think I side with Punk on this one. If he felt that Cabana not being on AEW due to Punk was unjust then he should have aimed his comments at Tony Khan not CM Punk. Whoever is to blame it looks like the honeymoon period is certainly over for AEW. The fact that AEW is a fresh alternative to WWE is no longer enough to satisfy certain people in the company. Also Tony Khan clearly wants to be seen as a friend first and a boss second which I get is an attractive quality in a boss but such a mentality can occasionally lead to shit shows like this media scrum. I'm not sure how he's going to go about correcting this shit but hopefully it will all get resolved and at the very least will lead to more eyes on the product.

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beauvibaby · 3 years

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Purple and Yellow – j.oleksiak

• Jamie Oleksiak goes through heartbreak and challenges along with his daughter but then he meets a woman who seems to catch both their hearts •

a/n: ok this is NOT proof read at all I’m sorry but I knew if I went back and did that I’d end up hating it and not wanting to post it but I know y’all wanted it so here you go!

Word Count: 6.1k

Jamie knew he was going to Seattle, and he’d be lying if he said the proposition didn’t excite him, but once his name was inked on that paper, reality came crashing in. He had to up and move his daughter, she was only three, maybe it wouldn’t be that hard. But who was he kidding, everything is hard with a three year old. And how would he explain that they wouldn’t be able to visit mommy every weekend, just like they did every weekend since. That’s all that plagued his mind as he drove home from the airport, Ivy was waiting for him, but he knew she’d succumb to her sleepiness before he could get there. His parents already texting him with a picture of her half asleep on the couch.

Then, the cars on the other side of the road slammed on their brakes, the sound of tires spinning out made everything come rushing back.

“Is this the father of Ivy Oleksiak?” Jamie didn’t even have a chance to speak before the words came across the phone, “yes, who’s speaking?” Jamie replied, heart rate picking up at the soft sigh the woman let out. “Your daughter and Miss Cora Hadley were brought into Medical City from a car accident scene.” All she said were those words before he was rushing to his feet, “are they ok?” He asked quickly, never getting a pair of shoes on so quickly in his life. “Sir, I’m not–“ “Bullshit! Is my baby and my fiancé ok?” He snapped, based on the way she whimpered, a rather young woman on the other end of the line. “Your daughter will be fine, just some scratches, the car seat did it’s job.” She spoke slowly, her breath hitching. “I think it’s best you get here as quickly as possible.” She spoke carefully, and in that moment Jamie’s heart fell to his feet like an anchor, he could feel his stomach twisting and his eyes burning. He knew what those words meant. Then he thought of Ivy and that snapped him out of his daze, he had to get there, now.

Jamie pulled into his driveway safely this night, parking beside his parents car, a sigh escaping his lips, forcing the terrible memories from two and a half years ago away. He gathered his bags, and lugged them inside, smiling at his family all asleep in the living room. That made him forget that oh so familiar ache in his chest just a little bit more. He put his bags in the corner, those could wait, but right now all he needed was to hold his baby girl. He scooped Ivy up, smiling as she fluttered her eyes open just enough to see him. “Daddy.” She murmured, “hi bug.” He inhaled the scent of her toddler shampoo, his mom always taking care of her hair the best, brushing the detangler through the unruly hair she got from her father. “Sleep with you.” Ivy whined when he started heading for her room, normally he didn’t give in, not wanting her to be dependent on him to sleep, but he needed her tonight too. “Just tonight princess.” He gave in, bringing her to his room with him, where she fell asleep instantly when he placed her on the plush bed.

Jamie laid awake, staring at the ceiling for a little while, thinking of how he would tell Ivy about having to move. “I hope you’re proud of me.” He whispered out, his tears staying pooled in his eyes as he forced himself to calm down. “Sleep daddy.” Ivy complained, nuzzling closer to him. “Hold me.”

“Jamie.” Cora whispered, hoping he was awake despite the late hour, he grunted in response, being a light sleeper ever since he found out Cora was pregnant. “Hold me.” She demanded with a light tone, her back aching and stomach bulging as Ivy kicked around in there. Jamie blindly opened his arms for her, letting her settle into his chest. “Always.” He murmured, already half asleep as she sighed in content.

“Come here baby girl.” Jamie murmured at Ivy, letting her rest her head upon his chest, Ivy was a very cuddly little girl, the second she was comfortable with you, she’d be sitting in your lap and telling you stories and anything to be touching you. It was one of Jamie’s favorite things, especially when he came home from a roadie and all she wanted was to be held by him.

***

“Daddy!” Ivy called, she managed to climb onto the bathroom counter to brush her teeth but now she was too scared to get down, “daddy!” She shrieked again, Jamie’s eyes fluttered open as he quickly took in his surroundings, “daddy, I stuck!” Ivy called, this time sounding annoyed by his lack of response. He threw the blanket off as he knew where she was stuck, this was a common occurrence. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed over his chest, “and just what do you think you’re doing?” Jamie asked his daughter as she made grabby hands for him, she grinned brightly at him, “I brushed my teeth!” She answered in a duh tone, she grabbed his face once he scooped her up, kissing the tip of his nose, and he the same to her, “I’m very happy you brushed your teeth, Ivy, but you know you’re not supposed to get on the counter, that’s why we got you a stool, remember?” He explained, for easily the tenth time in the past month. “I know.” She huffed, dramatically pushing her hair back, making Jamie chuckle as he walked down the stairs, hearing his parents talking in the kitchen.

“Well, good morning sleepy heads.” Alison teased as Ivy gasped at the sight of pancakes on the counter, Jamie shook his head with a smile, placing her on the seat beside his dad, “I’ll make you a special plate.” Richard quipped to the little girl, which really just meant drawing a smiley face on it with whip cream. “Thanks mom.” Jamie gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before shuffling around to get his coffee, desperately needing the sleep kicked out of his system. “When are you going to tell her?” Alison asked, taking a small bite of her food, giving her son the side eye when he hesitated. “Today.” He gave in, knowing he absolutely had to start packing now, otherwise it would never be done in time. “So, Ivy, do you have any plans for today?” Alison shifted her attention to her granddaughter, figuring they could take her out to do something so he could get more done. “Gonna go see momma!” She cheered, some syrup smeared around her mouth.

Jamie froze, it was Saturday already, he checked his phone and felt humiliated that he had forgotten his promise to take Ivy to the cemetery. Evidently the panic was written across his face when both his parents stared at him. “Why don’t grandma and I bring you? We haven’t been there in a while.” Richard offered, rubbing Ivy’s back when she looked to Jamie for permission. “I think that would be nice, right baby?” Jamie finally found his voice, and Ivy nodded brightly, anytime she got with her grandparents was cherished. “Daddy coming to?” She asked, tilting her head as he sipped on his coffee, “I’ve got some work to do, alright, I’ll go next time.” He assured her, shooting his dad a thankful look as he quickly changed the subject before she could pester on any further.

“Ivy, I need to talk to you.” Jamie announced, he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to do it and be done. Alison nearly choked on her coffee and Richard looked at his empty plate like it was suddenly the most interesting thing. Ivy nodded, munching away on her pancakes, not understanding the severity of what was about to be said.

Jamie cleared his throat and pulled out the chair beside her, “you know how I had to go away to this new place for work, yeah?” He reminded her, “Seattle.” He said, and she nodded, “Seattle.” She repeated, not entirely perfect but good enough. “I got a job over there.” He spoke, waiting to see what she thought. “Hockey?” She asked, confusion lacing her tone. “Yes, still hockey.” Jamie chuckled softly, “it’s with a new team.” He paused, glancing away for a second, “we have to move there.” He concluded. Ivy nodded slowly, “new house?” She asked, she might be young, but she knew that moving meant not in this house. “Yeah, new house, new city, new people.” Jamie explained, panicking when she went wide eyed, “what about uncle Ro-Ro?” Ivy asked, referring to Miro, she was closest to the young defenseman as she always saw him beside her dad on the ice. The nickname had been dubbed upon him when she was learning to speak and liked to repeat things. “We can visit, baby.” Jamie spoke softly, heart breaking as she began to sniffle. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, he knew the realization was coming. “But Momma!” She sobbed.

And that completely shattered his heart.

“I know.” He picked her up, feeling her sob into his neck, “momma.” She whimpered, though she didn’t remember her, Jamie made sure to keep her an important part of her life. Ivy didn’t know that she loved going to a gravestone that much until this moment. “Hey, look at me, bug.” Jamie demanded gently, situating her to be in front of him. He sat her on the countertop and stood in front of her, “momma will always be with us, right? Isn’t that what I always say?” He explained to her. Ivy nodded slowly, she was so young but always acting older, trying to wrap her head around this. “Yeah.” She mumbled sheepishly, cheeks red and eyes puffy, she felt shy under the gaze of her grandparents. “It’s alright, daddy’s sad too.” He assured her, lowering his head to be eye level with her. She stared into his eyes, reminding him so much of Cora in that moment, and once again she kissed the tip of his nose. “No sad daddy.” She demanded, drumming her fingers on his cheek. He pecked her forehead, “alright baby.” He agreed, if she could do it, so could he, right?

***

Ivy slept the whole plane ride, which is what Jamie was hoping for as they would be meeting the moving truck at the new house, plenty of things to be done asap.

“Come on Ivy.” Jamie mumbled, carrying her off the plane as she groggily woke up, looking around slightly confused until she remembered what was going on today. “Daddy, Seattle?” She asked, lifting her head from his shoulder, he chuckled, lowering her so she wasn’t so high up on his chest. “Yeah, Seattle baby.” He assured her, her pigtails bouncing as she looked around rapidly. He smiled at her reaction to the airport alone.

“What do you think, Ivy?” Jamie asked, raising his eyebrows as the three year old spun to face him. “Love it!” She squealed, her room was twice as big in this place than her bedroom in Dallas, and Jamie told her she could pick whatever color (within reason) to have her walls painted. Of course she would love it here. Jamie looked around their new-but-empty-house one more time, sighing as he could picture Ivy growing older in this house.

Time to make it a home.

“Hi.” Ivy grinned up at one of the movers as he placed a stack of boxes in her room, Jamie just being outside the door heard her speaking, he raised an eyebrow waiting to hear the guy speak. “Hello.” The young guy spoke sweetly, chuckling at the little girl. “I’m three.” She spoke, “how old are you?” She asked, Jamie held in a snicker as he walked in. “Ivy, leave him alone, bug.” He laughed softly, the guy taking it as his excuse to go get more boxes. “Ugh.” She huffed, flopping down on her bed dramatically, Jamie rolled his eyes, looking around. “What color do you want?” He asked the opinionated little girl, he sat beside her, smiling as she stood next to him, being eye level with him. “Hmm, purple!” She gasped, looking around the currently beige room, Jamie nodded slowly, “light purple.” He countered, knowing she would want to choose the darkest shade. “Fine.” She giggled, “we can go tomorrow, alright? Today we need to focus on finding all your stuff.” He tickled her sides.

***

Ivy was tugging on Jamie’s hand, somehow spotting the paint section quicker than he could. “Slow down!” He laughed heartily, his daughter shooting him a glare as he purposely slowed his feet down. He hoisted Ivy up to see the purple swatches along the top row, she reached for a dark one, just like Jamie knew she would. He sighed, “Ivy, we agreed on light purple, what about this one?” He offered, grabbing a lavender type color, she grunted in disgust, shaking her head dramatically, her blonde curls hitting his face. “Love this one.” She pouted, holding it in front of his face.

Jamie held in a sigh as you walked past him, stopping to look at paint swatches as well. “What about this one?” Jamie compromised, it was darker than he wanted to go, but still light enough to not feel like a dungeon. Ivy’s lip began to quiver, quickly catching both Jamie and the woman’s attention. “Ivy.” Jamie sighed softly, you intervened, “you know, I wanted a dark purple room when I was your age too.” You spoke to Ivy, catching her attention as she lifted her head, Jamie shifting slightly, giving you a smile. “My dad wouldn’t let me do it.” You made a face, getting a giggle out of Ivy, “he was right though, but guess what we compromised?” You mused, holding your hand out for the paint swatches that Jamie had. He handed them over with ease, “we painted one wall, dark, the wall I had my bed on, and the rest we did light.” You explained, Jamie giving Ivy a bright smile when she looked at him like it was the greatest idea ever. “We can do that, Ivy.” He agreed, and you giggled, “glad I could be of help.” You added.

“Thank you,” Jamie paused, waiting for a name. “Y/N.” You told him, smiling at the pair, “and your name is?” You asked, already figuring the little girl's name was Ivy. “Jamie.” He introduced himself. “What are you painting?” Ivy asked boldly, not one to talk much around new people, Jamie set her down so she could look at other colors, amused by her sudden interest. “I’m painting my dining room.” You answered, squatting down to her level, “do you have any color suggestions?” You asked Ivy. Jamie gave you a look that said you really don’t have to entertain her but you just gave him a smile. “Yellow.” Ivy announced, looking at the wall and grabbing actually, a very nice swatch, it was just yellow enough. You tilted your head as you looked at it, imagining it in your space. “That’s a very pretty color, Ivy.” You told her, smiling brightly as she blushed, handing you the color sample. “Thank you, Y/N.” She spoke politely, even though the words didn’t come out perfectly, it was a great attempt. “You’re welcome.” You stood to your full height, shocking Jamie by walking over to the counter to order the paint, no hesitation that a random little girl picked it out.

“You don’t have to-“ Jamie started to say, but you shrugged, giving him a happy smile, “I just got a new place, a fresh start, yellow seems fitting.” You told him. Jamie gave you a lopsided smile, if only you knew he was doing the same. “Daddy, this ones.” Ivy gasped, giving him two swatches, he chuckled at her grammar, squatting down to her level, “you’re sure?” He asked, he knew after all it was just paint, and if it turned out so terrible, they could paint over it but he didn’t want to have to do this twice. “This one looks like momma's dress!” Ivy explained, Jamie looked at the dark purple in his hand, instantly remembering Cora in that dress, Ivy’s favorite picture of her that she kept in her room. Suddenly her color choice made sense, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop, your heart stopping at Jamie’s next words. “Yeah, I think momma would have loved this.”

Was she… dead? You tried to knock the thought from your head, they were so young, but you knew accidents happened. You quickly looked away as Jamie stood back up, “here you go ma’am.” The teenager behind the counter spoke, you took the gallon from him, shooting him a smile. “Have a good day.” You told him, offering Jamie and Ivy a wave. “Will I see you again?” Ivy asked, Jamie nearly had heart failure right there as you stopped and giggled. “Oh I don’t know sweetheart, Seattle is a really big city. But don’t you worry, if I ever see you out and about I’ll be sure to say hello.” You assured her, watching as she got all giddy and slightly hid behind her father again. “Bye.” You told him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling any wider. “Bye, Y/N.” He mumbled, seeming a little dazed as he made his way up to the counter.

***

It had been nearly a week in the new house, the walls were done, almost everything was unpacked and they were starting to feel a sense of normalcy. Jamie loved the neighborhood they ended up in, a true mix of all different people, yes their house was rather large, but it was still homey. The community was sprawling, having a little bit of everything, stand alone homes, townhomes, even some condos, there were plenty of kids around which made him feel good about his choice as he followed Ivy down the road as she rode her bike. “Slow down, Ivy.” Jamie cautioned as she was getting a good bit ahead of him, she huffed dramatically and slowed down, waiting for him to catch up. She was looking around at the houses, confused as to why they were attached, even though Jamie had explained it to her plenty of times. Ivy gasped so loudly, that you could hear it from your front lawn where you were spray painting a piece of furniture. You glanced over and did a double take.

There was absolutely no way, you refused to believe you were actually seeing this, then you saw Jamie and you were convinced the universe either loved you for letting you see him again, or hated you, as you were in ratty old painting clothes.

“Ivy!” You grinned, laughing when the little girl flew off her bike, letting it fall sideways, making Jamie groan, “hi Y/N!” She squealed running up your lawn. You smiled brightly as she hugged your leg, “Ivy.” Jamie called, giving you an apologetic smile but you shrugged it off. “Did you paint your room?” You asked the little girl as she pulled away, a pink tint to her cheeks, she nodded, her blonde curls bouncing in her ponytail. “Yay, that’s great!” You cheered, Jamie walked up behind her, “hi, Y/N. How are you?” He asked, his daughter leaning back against his legs as you two spoke. “Good, been busy making this place my own.” You laughed, motioning to the small townhome behind you. It was your first solo place, and you absolutely adored it, even if it needed some work. “Yeah, you always forget how much work it is moving into a new place.” He agreed, chuckling softly. “Did you do yellow?” Ivy asked, rocking on her feet. “I did.” You assured her, “would you two like to go in and see it?” You asked, cringing internally as you waited to look up at Jamie. “Sure.” He answered, grabbing his daughter's hand, following you inside.

You led them to the dining room, giggling as Ivy gasped, “so pretty!” She cheered, the yellow paid off, it made the space feel much more happy. “All because of you.” You told her, she asked if she could look at the pictures you had sitting on the entry table and you gave her a quick nod, giving you and Jamie a chance to talk. “Same neighborhood? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were stalking me.” You teased him lightly, getting a hearty chuckle out of him. “It is quite the coincidence.” He agreed, he felt butterflies in his stomach for the first time since he had met Cora.

It absolutely terrified him.

***

It had been a few weeks since that day, and you’d seen Ivy outside playing with another woman, Jamie not to be seen. You came out to grab your mail as she went riding by, “hi, Y/N!” She called, continuing to pedal away. “Hi, Ivy.” You spoke, you went over and introduced yourself to the girl, Taylor, finding out she was her babysitter. “Jamie must go out pretty often.” You commented to her, she shook her head, “oh no, he never goes anywhere without Ivy aside from work.” Taylor told you, “he plays hockey, I'm surprised you didn’t know that.” Taylor added, smiling as Ivy came up to the two of you. “We should be going, it’s almost dinner time.” Taylor spoke, she couldn’t be older than 20. You gave them both a smile, “yes! You don’t want to miss that.” You chuckled, bidding them a goodbye before going inside and googling Jamie.

What you found shocked you.

Jamie Oleksiak taking personal time to mourn loss of fiancé.

Jamie Oleksiak, will he be able to balance a professional career and a baby?

Will he bounce back from this?

You clicked the first article, bracing yourself as it loaded.

The date was from almost three years ago, you scrolled down and began to read…

Jamie Oleksiak has announced the sudden passing of his fiancé, Cora Hadley. Together they shared a daughter Ivy, who was also involved in the incident, she is expected to make a complete recovery.

A close friend tells us it was a severe car accident.

Our condolences to the family.

You clicked away from the article as tears burned your eyes. That was terrible. You read some of the other articles and only grew mad at how the reporters belittled his pain, only talking of how poorly his game play had been since then. And though you’d never wish that kind of loss on anyone, you know they wouldn’t be writing like that if they had felt it.

***

You and Jamie exchanged numbers, citing that it was for “neighborhood emergencies” you giggled at the thought as he was currently asking you what he should get Cora for the upcoming Christmas.

She’s the pickiest three year old ever, everyone always tells me that.

Well, what does the pickiest three year old ever like to do?

She’s either riding her bike and getting absolutely filthy or she’s inside playing dress up and being a little princess

Princess car?

They make those?!?

Oh, Jamie, I really need to take you shopping 🤦‍♀️

Tell me when and I’ll be there…

You tell me hot shot, you’re the one that plays hockey for a living.

How did you find out?

Google is a powerful thing… just kidding, Taylor told me.

Of course she did

Saturday afternoon? My parents will be in town and they want to take Ivy out for the day, so it’s a perfect excuse.

You know where I live, see you then!

He started typing, but then the dots went away and you never received another message.

You brushed it off, feeling butterflies in your stomach for the first time in years as you thought of merely shopping with Jamie for Christmas.

****

“You like him!” Your friend gushed to you as you spoke on the phone while getting ready, “no!” You rushed, only proving her point more. “Y/N, really.” Your friend, Amanda, spoke. “There’s nothing wrong with that, he’s clearly attractive and he’s a dad! He’s not going to be a jerk that just messed around with girls! It’s great.” She rambled, you sighed, pulling your jeans on with a little jump, “his fiancé died, Amanda. He could very well not be over that yet, and I wouldn’t blame him.” You explained, she went silent, “well you left that part out, how was I supposed to know.” She mumbled sheepishly. “It was almost three years ago, their baby was only six months old.” You whispered, cursing when your doorbell rang down the stairs. “Shit, shit, I have to go Amanda!” You rushed, hanging up as soon as she said bye. You adjusted the sweater you had on as you rushed down the stairs, careful not to fall flat on your face. You grabbed your purse as you walked past the counter, yelping as you stumbled and landed on your butt. So close.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Jamie called, hearing the thud, “yes, yeah, just a second.” You called out, wincing as you stood up, that was definitely going to hurt later. You finally, finally reached the door and unlocked it, pulling it open and giving him a bright smile. “Did you fall?” He asked instantly, bursting into laughter when your face went blank. “We’re not going to talk about that Jamie.” You chastised, stepping onto your little porch to leave with him. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, giving you a once over as you locked the door. “Is Ivy excited to be with your parents today?” You asked him, Jamie laughed under his breath, “so excited, she didn’t even care that I was going out.” He told you as he opened the passenger side door of his truck for you. “Thanks.” You mumbled as you slid in, your heart pounding in your chest. He shut the door and made his way around the truck as you adjusted in the seat.

“So, where to?”

****

Jamie was shocked and grimacing at the price of the princess car that he and you both knew Ivy would love. “Is she the type to give up on new toys quickly?” You asked, tilting your head as you both stared at the display, he shook his head as gave in. He had been leaning against the shelves and as he walked away you noticed his phone had fallen out of his pocket, you picked it up so no one would steal it as you waited for him to come back with a cart, and hopefully someone to help him with the box because it was not something you’d be much help with. His phone began to ring in your hand, the contact flashing across the top said mom, you let it ring, you’d tell him as soon as he came back. As soon as it stopped it was ringing again, you panicked and swiped to answer it, worried that something had happened to Ivy. “Hello?” You spoke into the phone, hearing Ivy wailing in the background. Fuck.

“Who is this?” His mother rushed, “I’m Y/N, Jamie forgot his phone he’s walking around the store– is everything alright?” You asked, cutting straight to the point, “no, we’re going to the emergency room, Ivy fell at the park and I think she broke her arm.” His mother rushed, and thankfully you saw Jamie approaching, “Jamie!” You shouted, rushing over, he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you on his phone.

“It’s your mom.” You rushed, giving it to him and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he listened to her speak over Ivy crying. “Shit, alright I’ll meet you there.” He told her, shooting you an apologetic look. “Go.” You assured him, he shook his head grabbing your hand and pulling you along, he wasn’t going to leave you stranded in a department store. “Sorry, he’ll purchase it another day!” You called to the employee who had a blank look on his face. “Let me talk to Ivy.” Jamie demanded after his mom had said something else, “daddy, it hurts!” Ivy got out between cries as his mother held the phone to her ear. “I know, princess. I’ll be there soon alright? I promise.” He assured her, finally releasing your hand as he realized he’d been holding it this whole time.

He managed to get off the phone so he could drive to the hospital, repeatedly apologizing for you being stuck with him and that this happened. “I was going to take you to lunch and ugh I’m just sorry.” You raised an eyebrow at his ramblings as you guys got stuck at a red light less than a mile from the hospital. “Jamie, stop apologizing. She’s your daughter, she always comes first, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” You soothed him, he glanced over at you, nodding softly, “reschedule the lunch?” He asked, despite the panic in his head, he still wanted to make sure you saw that he was interested in you.

“Yeah, we can reschedule, let’s just go see your baby.” You leaned over the center console, kissing his cheek as the light changed, doing a little happy dance in your head at how he blushed deeply at your actions.

“Family only.” The nurse remarked as you were about to follow Jamie to the room Ivy was in. He gave her an incredulous look, “it’s fine, go.” You assured him, pulling away from him to stay in the waiting room. He hesitated but went along, disappearing behind the doors as you picked a seat in the corner, making sure you had a sight line to the doors he went through. Over an hour went by as you sat there, scrolling through your phone, not hearing from Jamie, which you assumed was because he was being bombarded with questions of the girl who answered his phone, while also dealing with Ivy who was not going to enjoy the process of getting a cast.

Your phone chimed with a text just as you had finally decided to get off of it,

Finishing up now, sorry if my parents are a lot

You chuckled at the message, making sure you had all your items, including the little stuffy you’d bought at the hospital gift shop during your time sitting here. You stood up as you saw them walking out, Ivy draped over Jamie’s chest, half asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you.” His mom spoke, offering her hand, you repeated the sentiment, as well as with his dad. “Ivy.” You whispered, placing a hand on her back, holding the small stuffed animal in your hand, “I got you a little gift for being such a big brave girl.” You mumbled, she shifted to look at you with her puffy eyes, and pout settled deep on her lips, “thanks.” She whispered, taking it and holding it close to her chest, she kept her eyes on you as you walked behind Jamie, keeping up a conversation with his parents. And he was right, they were kind of a lot, but you pushed through, smiling when Ivy finally fell asleep in the car.

You sat in the back with Ivy, Jamie insisting you didn’t have to but you wanted to. “She handled it pretty well.” Jamie commented as he glanced back to see her asleep with her hand in yours. “She’s a tough little thing.” You agreed, glancing over at him, he gave you a heartwarming smile. “Thanks for coming with me today, I know it didn’t go to plan, but it was nice, you know… before she broke her arm.” He trailed off, pulling into your driveway to drop you off. You carefully pulled your hand from Ivy’s, she didn’t budge as she was exhausted from today.

Jamie got out to say goodbye, surprising you with a quick kiss to the cheek and a promise of that lunch date.

***

“Did some research?” You asked teasingly as Jamie took you to your favorite restaurant, you gave him a sideways glance as he parked the truck, “I may have had some assistance.” He shrugged, making you realize that’s why Ivy was grilling you the other day, when you had offered to watch her since Taylor was unavailable. “You two are trouble.” You quipped, watching him slip out wordlessly before opening your door for you. “But I’m a gentleman.” He reminded you, “a very good one at that.” You agreed, steadying yourself with his shoulders when you hoped down. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He declared, had you not wanted to kiss him so badly you would have teased him for the nervousness in his voice, but you simply looped your arms around his neck and let him sweep you off your feet with a wonderful first kiss.

The first of many.

***

Two months, and many, many, sneaky dates and stolen kisses later…

You were over at Jamie’s house, having dinner with him and Ivy, you and Jamie had gone out here and there, but most of your time was spent together with Ivy, and that’s what told him that you were the girl he needed to hang on to. Jamie wanted to take tonight to explain to Ivy that you two were dating, but he was scared, petrified even, that she would become upset and confused. You kept telling him nothing had to be done yet if he wasn’t ready, but he was, he swore he was.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked Ivy, dinner was long gone and you were playing a game of twenty questions, she wasn’t entirely aware of that but she was having fun nonetheless. “Purple! Like my mommas.” She declared, you gave her a smile, glancing over at Jamie to see how he handled it. Many conversations had happened between you two about the loss of Cora, you never wanted to rush him, and as he only gave Ivy a proud smile, you could tell he was truly ready to start the next chapter of his life again. You liked to think Cora was proud of him, for choosing you to be in their life.

“What’s yours?” Ivy countered back, giving you an inquisitive look, the closer she got to age four, the more like Jamie she seemed, and it always made you chuckle. “Yellow.” You told her, watching as she grinned, Jamie winked at you as you turned sheepish under their gaze. “Because of me?” Ivy gasped. “Yes, because of you.” You giggled, welcoming her hug when she bounced over to you. “Ivy, do you know what it means when people are dating?” Jamie asked his daughter as she stayed seated on your lap, she rested her elbows on the table, holding her head in her hands. “No but you said I’m not allowed to do that.” She spoke in a serious tone, sending you into a hysterical fit of laughter, not expecting her to be so blunt. Jamie tried not to but he joined you with a deep laugh, tipping his head back as Ivy grew impatient. “Ok, besides that.” Jamie cleared his throat, “when I say I’m dating someone that means that I really really like them and I want them to be part of our life.” He explained as best he could, you smiled from behind her at his words. Encouraging him to go on.

“Y/N and I are dating.” He spoke officially, you both held your breath as you waited for her reaction, she turned and looked at you, and then back to her dad. “You love her!” Ivy grinned, sending Jamie wide eyed and you into a wide smile as he blushed, “you love my daddy!” Ivy gasped turning to you, now he was the one grinning as you opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say. You gave her a nod, “well, it’s a bit more complicated than that when you’re our age, but yes.” You agreed with her, Jamie grabbed your hand from across the table, giving it a squeeze as Ivy climbed off your lap and started dancing around.

This had gone so much better than he had hoped.

When he was tucking her in that night while you were waiting for him on the couch, she said a few words that made him one hundred percent sure that everything was going the way it should, and that Cora even played a hand in this. “Can I have two favorite colors daddy?” Ivy asked, looking up at him sleepily as he pulled the blanket up her body, she was clinging to the stuffy you’d bought her. “Of course, bug.” He assured her, thinking that was that, but as he kissed her forehead she said, “purple and yellow are my favorites.” By the time he pulled his head back, her eyes were shut and her breathing was evening out. “Yeah, I think those are my favorites too.” He whispered.

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summary: my friend's mom said people constantly get minor injuries are at war with themselves

It was too many times. Johan could see it happening once or twice every now and then, but when it happened on a weekly, no, daily basis, he couldn't help but feel concerned. “...I don't get it, how does this always happen?”

You only shrugged at that, lacking a better answer for yourself. At least, Johan didn't mind figuring out the situation on his own.

“I thought it was because of what happened back at... Never mind, clearly something is wrong or this wouldn't happen all the time," he lifted your hand up, taking a good look at the new mark. It was at least a light one this time around. The last time you drew blood because of one of these incidents, Johan nearly lost it until he found out you did this to yourself.

Truly, that sounded bad without context. He was referring to how often you accidentally hurt yourself. If not bumping into something and gaining yourself a new bruise, you'll accidentally scrape your skin and receive new scratches. The god of misfortune must have a field day messing with you because Johan couldn't understand how else you'd always get yourself hurt.

It confused him every time he put a bandage on you. That was another one of his grievances.

While you never had an issue with patching him up after his expedition, you were quick to ignore your little issues. With you deeming them too trivial to worry about, Johan had to make it his own task to look after you when it mattered. He now had a number of colourful and cute bandages always in his possession, ready for whatever unexpected might come your way.

It helped elevate the anxiety temporarily but did nothing to assuage his stress in the long run. The fact he had to apply another on your cheek when he returned home earlier today said as much. It was a case of bad timing, Johan pushing the door in while you standing at the other side. The door made an impact with your didn't leave a bruise but it did leave a scratch.

His bandaging this time around was not only how he took care of you, but also his little apology for his carelessness. However, the longer he tend to you, the more obvious his frustration became. It led to an unavoidable confrontation... between him and your clumsiness.

“Should I childproof the place?” Johan surveyed the one-room rental place you two got together, there was not much for him to cover up, to begin with. One couldn't help but feel curious about what he had in mind. “Maybe you should cover up in full gear from now on, the thick fabric will pillow the impact.”

You glanced at the window behind him where the morning sun was shining with the positively radiant summer heat. Johan followed your line of gaze, receiving a muted understanding of your complaint.

"At least, you don't get hurt while I get into fights..." He muttered glumly after his idea of padding you with extra clothes got shot down. "Maybe I can keep you close at my side, leashed like Eden and Miro?"

The gaze you gave him was less than impressed. If anything, it was borderline annoyance while you scooted away from him. Arguably, he saw that his ideas had merit but it might be a bad idea to leash one's girlfriend.

Scratch that, it was a horrible idea. "Give me something to work with, I don't know how to deal with this," Johan grumbled and took your arm into his hand again, "you blew through another box of band-aids in a week, you know, this is a new record."

Even with his chiding, you didn't know how to respond. He knew he shouldn't blame you for the misfortunes life sprung upon you, but he was frustrated and didn't know how else to air his grievances. Either way, he shouldn't take it out on you.

There was too much stacking up inside his mind right now, "Sorry, I just..." He sighed. "I can't look out for you once I can't even see, you know, let's me deal with this now."

Unsurprisingly, he shouldn't have brought that up, now he had you upset. You were pouting before but now you were frowning, he couldn't do anything right, not even taking care of someone who cared for him. He pushed himself to ignore the

"Never mind that... there are problems you can't brute force,'' he swallowed down the lump in his throat, unwilling to sort out the problems inside his mind, "let's head out together, I need to pick up new bandages anyway."

You remained sullen but followed him when he stood up. He knew better than to push the issue, if one didn't know how to navigate the situation, they were at risk of messing it up further. He didn't want to mess up further, not when he had you and the puppies.

It'd be better for you to be without him, but there were times when he felt that you needed him, it made him want to stay. Johan needed you, too, even if he didn't want to admit to it, but pushing you away would be better for you. Yet, he always paused every time he intended to do it.

He kept running around blind with this and getting hurt unintentionally, by the time his eyes were clear again, he was left with problems he couldn't resolve with his fists. Guess he wasn't any better than you after all.

The only difference between the two of you was how your respective clumsiness manifested.

#johan seong #johan seong x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #fics

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getyourblisson · 2 years

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Full Moon - November 19th, 2021

November 19th Full Moon in Taurus

Each Full Moon has a tendency to bring with it, disruption. It is a time that is naturally turbulent, and can trigger rebellious energy. People are more prone to pick a fight, or to get triggered into reactive and aggressive spaces.

This Full Moon definitely shows some power plays going on, with those that are in authority positions; or who are more power focused, than people focused. It is important for us to remember that competition, is a form of bullying; even though the person engaging in competition, is actually more of a victim to their own insecurities and thirst for power. This is a time, that favors the underdog stepping forward; and those that stand up for those that are unable to stand up for themselves.

It is at this time, that we are encouraged to find success from our own efforts; and through self-expression. All forms of the arts are favored and encouraged; and this is a time where we want to find the muse, hope, and inspiration to pursue our dreams. If we are willing to do this, and put the effort in; then it is likely that we will be able to do well with it. Where wisdom meets creativity; there are foundations for a favorable future.

It is important, that we embrace any successes that come forth at this time. This is a great time for gathering with others, in a social way; and to rejoice in the things that are coming through, and the accomplishments that have been made. Remember, that it is always important to share the blessings that are coming through; especially with those that are struggling. Even small gestures can change a life.

This Full Moon, is also a Partial Lunar Eclipse. This influence calls us to understand how we are standing in alignment, where we have successes; and how we are getting pulled out of alignment when we are being pulled into battles, arguments, or having to deal with upheaval, treachery, and deception. Even if you personally are not out of alignment; something with others, in the environment, or the environment itself, is out of alignment. Consider how conflict naturally arises, when even one piece is out of alignment; and how that can drain others, and leave them more susceptible to distractions that pull them out of alignment. At this time, it is important to bring an end to those situations; that are not operating ethically. The soul self and Divine alignment, must be the priority.

This Full Moon is also at Apogee or is a Micro Moon. Under the Apogee influence we are called to observe, instead of getting pulled into battles; especially with those that are seeking to create disruption in partnerships, or are simply jealous of the successes that are being made by others. Observation is one of the ways, that we are able to be a leader in our own life; and to be able to guide others with wisdom.

Those of pure heart, and who are soul aligned, that step into leadership positions; are likely to bring success to any venture. However, at this time, Divine principles must be adhered to; for this to happen. This influence is calling us to unite our differences; and to work together in partnership, and as a team.

In the energy of the Miro Moon, things may feel a bit more stressful. There may be challenges with unexpected happenings. This is a powerful influence for learning from our past; and for transforming things to move in a direction that is rooted in greater wisdom and harmony, or loving relationship with others.

Lies, deception, and manipulation can literally turn deadly at this time. People have a tendency to take things much more personally than normal; and if they feel restrained or restricted from being able to do their “mission” in the world, then great upheaval can surface. It is important to keep in mind, that it is transformation through wisdom which will clear the stress; and will remove us from situations that lack integrity. Honor having a little pause; and do not insist on moving things forward, there is a reason why they are being delayed.

Those that are in the Northern Hemisphere, also have the influences of the Frosty Moon and the Beaver Moon; active at this time. In the influences of the Frosty Moon, we find that our choices have bigger impacts in normal; and this is particularly true where relationships are concerned. This is a time, where we needed to consider which relationships are operating in love; and which ones are about competing with each other. Those that are in competition patterns, will likely have to be released before we can move forward. Part of stagnation is connected to this, because things cannot move forward where there is contradiction; and if we do not get clarity and realign with Divine principles and the soul self, we will have to start over again.

In the influence of the Beaver Moon, we are called to operate with responsibility; and to realize that we have the ability to make the wisest decisions, about our own life. It is important, that we listen to our own wisdom; and do not let others persuade us away, from what we know is best for us. This is a time of major shifts and transformation; and the more we can embrace that in wise and responsible ways, the more we will be able to draw in those that can truly assist us on our path.

In the Southern Hemisphere, we have the Milk Moon, Flower Moon, and the Hare Moon. Under the influences of the Milk Moon, we find that the mind is not clear for logical thinking or making major decisions. During this time, we are best to stick to brainstorming, exploring new possibilities, and learning what can truly nurture us to live in the soul self. This is a time for influencing people to come together, and to stand up for what is “right”; and to take a stance against corruption, dictator structures, and those that seek power only for their own gain.

In the influence of the Flower Moon, this will be a good time to finish up projects; that have been hanging on for a while. It is all about completing one cycle; and learning about what you are moving into. This can be a wonderful time to take a break, if you have met your responsibilities and obligations; and to consider what cycles are completing, and how they flowed from start to finish. The paths that we choose to move into, will work out best by taking cautious approaches; and choosing the more practical and responsible options.

In the influence of the Hare Moon, we find a bit more peaceful and harmonious energy coming forth. People are working from the heart; and more willing to work together. Abundance and success come forth, where we are coming together to share; and make certain everyone is cared for. It is a time for reflecting on past experiences; and using the wisdom that we have gained from those experiences, to move forward in ways that will support and nurture a favorable future.

I welcome you to choose to work with others, and not against them. What if competition and contradiction block us from progressing?

I welcome you to find success through your own efforts; and through authentic self-expression. What if it is a blend of wisdom and creativity; that brings forth favorable results?

I welcome you to remember, that even small gestures can change a life. What if sharing what you are abundant in, changes a life?

I welcome you to understand, how standing in Divine alignment creates successes. What if it is what we are aligning with, that creates favorable or unfavorable experiences for us?

I welcome you to really observe things that are happening in your life. What if observation, is one of the ways that we become a leader of our own life; and can guide others with wisdom?

I welcome you to choose a direction that is rooted in wisdom, harmony, and supports loving relationships with others. What if this could lead to saving a life; through operating in integrity from the heart?

For Those In The Northern Hemisphere

I welcome you to be extra careful with the choices that you make at this time. What if holding onto relationships that are full of competition and contradiction; is holding you back, and creating blocks for you?

I welcome you to embrace major shifts and transformations; with wisdom and responsibility. What if this will allow you, to draw in those that can truly assist you on your path?

For Those In The Southern Hemisphere

I welcome you to know, what can truly nurture your soul. What if standing up for what is “right”, naturally nurtures your soul?

I welcome you to complete the cycles that you are in; and to take the time to consider what you are about to move into. What if this is a time, that needs you to focus on what is practical and responsible?

I welcome you to work with others; from the heart. What if a little compassion, is the wisdom that moves us into a favorable future?

The Code Journey ~ 2021 Edition

#Jesse An Nichols George #The Code Journey #consciousness #conscious living #self awareness #awareness #enlightenment #practical spirituality #compassion #full moon #November Full Moon

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Yandere Mirio Togata x quirkless!f!Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

Anonymous asked: “I recently read your headcannons for poly yandere Tamaki and Miro. They were so good!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot about their darling escaping for over a week and is finally letting her guard down. Maybe while at the store the two yanderes finally find her. (Maybe the punishment that ensues afterward). Female quirkless reader if you will. Keep up the amazing work!”

a/n: im sorry this took so long! i have a lot of requests that are really time consuming along with my other fics right now but i swear everything that’s sent in so far will be completed. And thank you anon! I actually really like this pairing so i’m glad people are asking more of it :)

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Isolation (2.3k words)

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One week.

Seven whole days without the smothering presence of the two so called ‘heroes’ who’d delusionally kept you under lock and key without rest.

The smiles and reassuring sentiments they offered did little to calm the fear you had for the men. No matter how much they declared their devotion to your safety and general well being, nothing could hide the undenying brutality they were capable of should you ever slip up.

You’d seen them in action before. On the news or in a social media coverage―during the time prior to meeting them―demonstrating the extent of their quirks. Their personalities were so gentle, almost as if to distract from the severeness of their abilities. And for the general public, it did the trick.

It did it for you too.

The warmth to their compassion was irresistible. The worst part about it was how genuine it was―and still is. You would be gladly basking in their affection even in the present if it weren’t for the predicament they’d placed you in after you ever so foolishly opened up to them.

The realization on their end should’ve been nothing to think twice about. It came in an idle conversation one day―the fact that you were quirkless.

They’d already grown fairly protective of you since that fateful day in which they worked together to rescue you and your coworkers from a hostage situation. But after getting to know you more, and subsequently coming across this detail, the change was like day and night.

You didn’t even see it coming. Waking up in an unfamiliar room, wrists cuffed together with a long metal chain attached, padlocked to the headboard of a king sized bed. When you found out who the guilty party of this transgression was, you knew better than to fight tooth and nail despite everything in your being wanting to.

No, it was about outsmarting them. They were stronger―so much stronger. You wouldn’t stand a chance against one, let alone both Mirio and Tamaki. It came down to biding your time.

Fighting the bile in the back of your throat, you let them have their way. The two of them were smothering.

Mirio was a little more lenient. He spent a lot of time around you, but somewhere in his dysfunctional mind was the notion that you needed your space...sometimes. His downsides came in the form of a tight grip around your frame that threatened to squeeze the air from your chest and keep it out. More than once had it left you pitifully begging him to loosen his hold even in the slightest.

As for Tamaki, he was much gentler with his affection. You were allowed the space to breath, but it didn’t mean much when you could almost never pry the man off of you when he was around. Clingy was an understatement―he treated you more like a pampered pet than an actual human.

Together, they were suffocating. You’d never seen such a display of diligence until being forced into the confines of their home. There left absolutely no room for error on their part―something you became keenly aware of.

So, rather than brute forcing your way to freedom, you resolved to lure them into trust the way they’d done with you.

The ordeal took ages, and your will to go through with your plans was ashamedly growing weaker each day. But finally you’d caught them slipping up under the pretence that you weren’t watching their every move like a hawk.

First it was the passcode to the computer in the living room―to disarm the house’s security system, the cameras along with it. After that it was a matter of getting your hands on the spare keys to the locks, both those around your wrists and the digital ones keeping the front door shut. This feat proved to be significantly harder, but one of them was bound to falter eventually.

You’d never felt so grateful to Mirio as he carelessly left his keys on the side table in the entrance in favour of scooping you up in his arms and settling on the couch with you instead. And he left them there as he quickly went to change out of his work attire in his bedroom―just enough time for you to pry the spares off the metal keyring and pocket them for yourself.

They hated leaving you alone and without supervision, a worry that Tamaki held more than Mirio, so it left the window for escape impossibly small. But you jumped on the opportunity the second it came.

For some ungodly reason neither of them picked up on the missing keys.

Your luck must have been coming to existence all at once, as not soon after they were forced to be apart from you at the same time for particularly demanding hero work―not that you cared.

You’d gone over the plan in your head just about a million times, so when the moment finally came your body acted without pause.

The cuffs fell from your wrists. The computer was unlocked and the failsafes were shut down. A backpack was shoved with supplies―clothing, money, food―and then the front door was opened. You stepped outside for the first time in months, you’d lost track of how many.

From then on it was just about running, putting as much distance in between you and that dreaded house as possible. When you finally reached the city, you didn’t even bother going to the police. They wouldn’t believe you, not when it came to two of the most upstanding young heroes out there.

Instead you went to the nearest train station, purchasing a ticket for whichever one was next for departure.

You did that a few more times in whichever town you were dropped off at until you reached the limit for how much money you were willing to spend on traveling. Now it was about holing up in some cheap motel until you could scrounge up the cash elsewhere to keep distancing yourself.

By the end of your first week you were still left with the same sum of money as you were when you got there. The weight of your fear was enough to keep you inside. But you couldn’t live off of overpriced room service and the remaining energy bars from that glorified prison forever.

As much as the prospect of leaving the safety of your room terrified you, the thought of starving to death wasn’t any more appealing. You weren’t hungry yet, but the food would only last for another day―maybe less. It was regrettably the most rational option, should you not want to run out of the little money you had.

It was supposed to be quick. There was a convenience store just ten minutes from the motel. You would grab the cheapest options there and make a beeline back to the dingy building you were stationed in.

You felt their presence before you saw them.

A large, strong arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into a broad chest. Mirio.

And then came the visual confirmation in the form of Tamaki walking out to stand in front of you―too closely for your comfort.

“What’s our little angel doing all the way out here?” Mirio’s voice was lighthearted, but you could hear the distinct lowness, threatening.

You couldn’t move, frozen in place by gut wrenching fear.

Tamaki took both your hands in his own, a grip that could crush bones if he applied even a little more pressure. “Do you know how long it took us to find you? I-I thought―”

“But she’s here now, right? And because she knows what’s best for her she’ll be good and come home with us.” His voice was near centimeters from your ear, sending a shiver up and down your spine.

You didn’t wait this long to be free from them to just give up so easily.

“I’m not going back.”

Mirio gave your hip a small squeeze, a nonverbal warning followed by the real thing. “You know we’d never hurt you baby. Not unless you forced us.”

“B-but we’re not against hurting the people in this store. They’d never find out it was us and you know that.”

Of course, they were too smart to leave a trail back to them, or back to you. And in an instant that strong defiance you once held vanished into thin air, replaced with pure dread.

“P-please don’t do this. You don’t need to do that, just―”

“That’s right, sunshine. We don’t need to hurt anyone. We just need you to come home, you can do that for us, right?”

Like you had a choice.

The blond was already pulling you towards to exit before you could respond. Tamaki hadn’t let go of his death grip either, and you weren’t about to fight him.

Instead you kept your eyes trained on the ground, head hung as if even looking at another person might have them thinking you were about to ask for help. Tears were silently falling from your eyes as they led you back to their car parked outside the convenience store.

“We’re so glad you’re okay sweetheart. You know how dangerous it can be without us to protect you.”

Tamaki was silent as he opened the back door for you, his partner doing all the talking.

The town you were in felt abandoned, especially now that you were off to the side parking lot of the rundown store. So there was nobody to witness the two men carting you off to that wretched place they called your home.

Nobody to witness when the blonde behind you covered your face in a white rag that was alarmingly sweet-smelling.

The ride home would be long, he said. No need to put you through any more stress today.

Before you knew it your limbs grew heavy, brain muddled with inescapable exhaustion. They didn’t even give you the chance to argue over the matter, but then again, it’s nothing they hadn’t done before.

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It was cold―so undeniably cold.

The concrete left your body aching when you came to. Your clothing had been replaced with shorts and a tank top―showing that they were still generous enough not to leave you completely defenceless.

You were in a room you didn’t recognize, questioning whether or not the two even brought you back. It was barren: grey walls, a bucket in the corner, illuminated by a single ceiling light that you couldn’t locate the switch to. Lastly, there was the heavy metal door that served as the only exit to the suffocatingly small enclosure.

And there was no handle, or observable locks.

The only sound was that of your own heartbeat as the thudding grew more intense with each passing second.

It stayed like that for ages. Left with the company of your own mind, the isolation began eating away at you quicker than you could’ve ever anticipated.

At this point you assumed this was how they were choosing to deal with your behaviour, but the absence of that clarification was worse than the initial shock by far. It made you paranoid.

Not even the hunger eating away at your stomach was enough to distract you.

Or the extreme drought in your mouth from dehydration.

Or the sharp pain in your tailbone from having remained unmoving from your spot in the corner.

When the sound of footsteps finally could be heard leading up to the doorway, you almost thought that you were hearing things.

The lock shifted in the metal compartments, echoing off the walls.

You would’ve stood up to greet whoever was behind the doors, but the pain that was spreading down your back, coupled with the sensation of your lower limbs falling asleep long ago prevented this.

The door creaked open, and you hated that you felt an ounce of gratitude to see that it was in fact Mirio and Takami who’d put you in this god forsaken room.

The blond started forward ever so slightly while his counterpart remained at the frame of the doorway.

You still feared the men, even though they’d done nothing to physically hurt you―at least until now. So you remained huddled in the corner, arms wrapped defensively around your legs as Mirio stalked over to your form, crouching down at your side.

“You know why you're down here, right?” A rhetorical question, all three of you knew the situation well.

“We don’t want to do this, but you need to learn you can’t just run off like that.” Tamaki’s voice was quiet, like he hated locking you up more than you hated being locked up.

Out of habit you kept your mouth shut. You’d held out for this long while still retaining your sanity, what was a little longer?

“This isn’t a punishment, sunshine. It’s more like...a lesson. You’ll stay here for a bit so you can learn that what you did was wrong, okay?” He reached out and patted your head, as if that would make you feel any better.

It baffled you how he could keep a smile even when subjecting you to such inhumane conditions. But you chalked it up to insanity as clearly neither he nor Tamaki had an ounce of an idea of how wrong this was.

There was a long moment of silence, the two likely waiting for a response which you had none to give. You couldn’t fight them, or talk them out of their plans.

You should’ve ran farther.

The blond stood up from his crouched position, walking back over to his partner.

“We’ll be back in a few hours so you can eat, don’t miss us too much!” Joyful as ever, Mirio led his partner out of room, motioning to close the door before pausing.

“Just know that we love you, okay? We’re doing this for you.”

You could just barely hear Tamaki’s voice before the door slowly closed shut. There was the sound of the locks once again, falling into place.

And then the lights went out.

But you told yourself that you would get through this. You had to.

Because you were scared of what would become of you if you started to enjoy their affection.

#yandere bnha #yandere mirio #yandere tamaki #yandere mirio togata #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere my hero academia #yandere lemillion #yandere suneater

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queenofallimagines · 4 years

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Have you done a hc for Denki or Sero yet? If not, do you think you could do that? If your requests are open, could you please write a hc of Denki, Sero, Todoroki, & Miro reacting to their crush (a girl please :D) eating an ice cream or Popsicle (like there is this video with this girl putting a whole popsicle into her mouth and saying it isn't even that big lol) in a sexual way but the girl doesn't realize she's eating it in that way.

I haven’t done sero yet!! My baby boy!! How could I have forgotten 😔😔😔

Song rec: this coild be us- trap nation remix

Sero:

- whew

- Okay

- He is by no means a pure innocent cinnamon roll

- But he’s the best one out of the whole class

- He keeps his kinks locked away

- So when he sees you eating it like that

- Shit man

- His dick has awoken

- “Aren’t you gunna gag?”

- “I don’t have a gag reflex.”

- Now you gotta go down on him you just gotta

- He’ll try to eat his

- When you literally deep throat a popsicle he’s choking

- Shit he’s definitely hard now if he wasn’t before

- “Princess someone might get the wrong idea.”

- “Huh??”

- He can and will pull you away to shot you what he means

- “This is because of you so take responsibility babygirl.”

Denki:

- this thot is permahorny

- Like forever

- He will stare at your as sad you walk out of class

- Can and will grab your ass under your skirt when nobody sees

- He’s a heathen

- So you guys are at a park or some shit

- On a date

- Like usual

- Buys you ice cream BC it’s typhoon season and it’s hot as hell

- Rip

- So he’s really into his ice cream

- Then he sees your wild ass acting the way you do

- Chokes on his food

- “Babe! What are you doing???”

- “,,,, eating?? It was dripping down my arm.”

- Oh

- Okay

- Watches you like a hawk at this point

- It doesn’t stop there

- Your moaning after every bite

- He’s loosing it

- Come get his ass please

- “You sure sure are good at that.”

- “Eating??”

- He’s thanking very god Out there that he’s in this situation

- Will try and dom you in an alleyway

- “Why don’t I show you how to really use that Tounge of yours.”

- If you still don’t get it at this point your not going to

Mirio:

- this one is a doozy BC he’s not much of a pervert like the other three

- But he will get the imagery

- Looks away flustered

- “H-hey you seem to be really enjoying that.”

- “Yeah!”

- Your cute enthusiastic attitude is enough for him tbh

- He tries really hard to not get excited

- Can’t help but look

- Your tongue looks soft

- Wonders how your lips WOILD feel wrapped around his-

- “Mirio your staring.”

- “Huh? Oh sorry babe! I was just zoning out.”

- He’s hard and don’t even notice

- “Miro,,,,, you feeling okay?”

- He looks down and turns beet red

- “I- well being honest right? It’s your fault haha.”

- Please help this boy before he blows a dam gasket

- He literally is hard as a rock

- It’s uncomfortable to sit like this lmao

- 👀👀 those woods look pretty empty

- Yes you blow him in the woods

- I don’t make the rules

- He will kiss you as a sorry afterwards and but you more ice cream

#i forgot todoroki shit #ill do ot later i promise #i got 15 requests lmao #people are stoll sending them in amd im too nice to say no #rip to my fingers #mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata #sero hanta #sero x reader #denki x reader #kaminari denki #my writing #n*fw #boko no hero imagines #my hero academia imagines

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rareficsnstuff · 5 years

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Babysitting [Shinsou, Mirio (Eri)]

Summary: Shinsou’s left as a last-minute babysitter for Eri and the poor guy has no idea what to do. But never fear! Lemillion is here! Mirio suggests a game they can all play, but Shinsou’s never been the type to get into playful moods. Mirio can help with that.

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“Just keep an eye on here while I’m gone, alright, Shinsou? Stay with her until I get back. You don’t need to do anything special; just make sure she doesn’t die.”

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa.”

It was an odd set of orders to give to a babysitter, and would probably come across as careless to anyone listening, but Aizawa cared; he just wasn’t one to flaunt his concerns. Aizawa and the other faculty had a meeting to discuss the current situation of the school and the hero community in general and needed someone last-second to watch Eri. Usually, the task went to a delighted Mirio, but he was currently at the hospital getting a follow up examination. So now, here he was; left alone to watch a little girl he knew next to nothing about. He had no idea how to interact with kids in general (let alone girls).

They were sitting in the living room, Shinsou in an arm chair, and Eri on the floor in front of the coffee table hard at work on a jigsaw puzzle. He watched her, unsure of what to do. For the moment, she seemed pretty content, but what was he supposed to do when she finished? He figured he should probably try talking to her…

“You tell me if you start getting hungry, okay?” he asked flatly.

“Yes, mister… um..?”

“What is it?”

“I don't know your name… sir…” Her voice was getting smaller and less sure. Crap. Was he scaring her already? How do kids even work?

“Shinsou.” The reply was blunt, but he tried to make his voice soft.

“Mr. Shinsou,” she tried. Her eyes seemed to register some kind of understanding, as though she truly intended to commit this to memory.

Eri returned to her puzzle and a long silence followed as Shinsou continued to watch her, elbow propped up on the chair arm and his head resting on his fist. She was almost finished, just a few more pieces left. When she got down to the last piece, her pale eyebrows furrowed in slight concern. All the pieces on the table had been put into place, but there was a hole in the picture. That meant the last piece was missing. She began looking around the floor a little frantically and Shinsou stood up, taking that as his cue to help.

“There it is,” he said, getting up as he spotted the stray piece on the kitchen tiles a few feet away. “It must have been kicked over here at some point. Her eyes brightened when he held the piece out to her and there was a slight bounce to her step as she went to retrieve it and place it in its proper position.

“Thank you…” Her voice was soft and airy, and there was something distant in it as she stared blankly at the finished picture, like she didn’t know what to do with herself now. Shinsou suddenly felt very awkward again.

At that moment, the front door opened and a bulky blonde walked in.

“Mr. Lemillion!” Eri squealed, rushing to his side and taking one of his giant hands in both of her tiny ones and shaking it excitedly. Her face instantly lit up – a stark contrast to what it was a moment ago.

“Hi, Eri!” he exclaimed brightly, taking her wrist in his fist and lifting her off the ground and poking her in the stomach, making her swat at the offending hand as she giggled in glee. Shinsou watched from afar, a little stiffly. How did he do that so naturally? With this guy here, she was fine now, so… should he leave? No. Aizawa told him to stay until he got back. He might get in trouble if he left now. So… What?

“Who’s your friend, kiddo?” Mirio asked, finally noticing Shinsou.

“That’s Mr. Shinsou,“ Eri replied, a bit bashful now.

“Ah,” said Mirio simply before approaching him and offering a hand. “Togata Mirio! I’m a third year here. You’re a first year?”

“Yes. Shinsou Hitoshi,” he replied accepting his hand in greeting. Mirio grinned.

“So, what have you and the little one been up to, huh?” Shinsou opened his mouth to speak but Eri beat him to it.

“Mr. Lemillion, look! Look!” she said, excitedly pulling him towards her finished puzzle.

“Wow, Eri! Did you put this big puzzle together all by yourself?!” The puzzle was a fairly impressive one thousand-piece depiction of a starry galaxy. A beautiful thing when it was all put together, but not the sort of puzzle you might expect to see a little girl laboring over.

“Yes! I just finished it! The last piece was missing and I got really sad, but Mr. Shinsou found it in the kitchen!” she said joyfully.

“Well, that was nice of him, wasn’t it?” Shinsou had reclaimed his position in the arm chair and looked awkwardly out the window as the two conversed.

“SO!” Miro said suddenly. “What do you guys wanna do?” At this, Shinsou looked back at the two, a little surprised to be included in their potential activities.

“What?” he said. But the low inquiry was overpowered by Eri’s excited suggestions.

“Hide and seek! Tag!” Mirio laughed at her indecisiveness.

“Which one, Eri,” he chuckled.

“Umm… BOTH!”

“Haha! Alright, how about this: FLASHLIGHT TAG!” he exclaimed, thrusting a fist into the air. Eri tilted her head in confusion and Shinsou merely blinked.

“Well turn out all the lights and the person who’s it will have a flashlight. They count to… 40 while the others hide anywhere they want. The seeker looks for them with their flashlight and once they’re spotted, the hider has till the count of thee to get a head start running. They’re not out until they’re tagged by the seeker. Whada’ya guys think? Sound like fun?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Let’s play, Mr. Lemillion! Let’s play!” Eri cheered.

“Wait. I’m not-“

“Alright, so who should be it first, Eri?” Mirio asked, ignoring Shinsou’s objection.

“Could I be it first?” asked Eri, timidly.

“Sure! Bur you’ll have to go easy on me. I’m not too good at hide and seek…” Mirio feigned. Eri giggled.

“ Okay!” Mirio found a flashlight in one of the kitchen drawers and gave it to Eri who immediately tested it joyfully.

“Okay, guys, let’s get all the lights. Oh, yeah! There’s one more rule: the one who’s it will count in the bathroom – with the lights on, turning them off when they leave. Any other time throughout the game, the bathroom is a safe-zone. Got it?!”

“Right!”

“Uh… excuse me-“ Shinsou tried.

“C’mon, man, help me get the lights,” said Mirio, grabbing his wrist and tugging him off the chair.

“Mirio Senpai, I don’t want to play. I’m only here because Mr. Aizawa asked me to stay with Eri until he got back.”

“All the more reason to play since you don’t have anywhere else to be! It’ll be fun! Loosen up a little, huh,” Mirio encouraged, patting his junior’s back. Resigned to his fate, Shinsou began making his way throughout the rooms, turning out all the lights. When they were all out, Eri went into the bathroom.

“O-ne, t-wo, th-ree…” she counted.

“Okay, let’s go!” Mirio whispered eagerly to Shinsou. He tiptoed away into the darkness and Shinsou almost found it comical to see such a big guy trying to move so delicately. Almost. The first year also made his way into the deeper rooms, searching – none too enthusiastically – for his own place to hide.

“40!” Eri exclaimed. Shinsou heard the click of the bathroom light and there were several seconds of scuttling noises as she searched the rooms around him. He saw the beam of the flashlight as she passed by him. Apparently, his hiding spot was at least halfway decent. She didn’t notice him. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this; he felt ridiculous. A second later, Eri was giggling.

“Mr. Lemillion, I can see your butt.” Mirio gasped over dramatically.

“Oh no! I’ve been discovered!” Shinsou rolled his eyes. The was an obnoxious clattering noise as Mirio scrambled to run.

“One, two, THREE!” Eri called, giggling again as the chase began. The cacophony that followed was astounding. Like a small stampede, Mirio stumbled his way through the hall, into the living room, through to the kitchen, and back again with Eri hot on his heels. It sounded like every turn he made sent him into a wall, or furniture, or to the floor. At one point, the sound he caused could have meant all three, one after the other. Eri sounded like she was having the time of her life.

The best crash by-far was what sounded like Mirio trying to hurtle the couch in an attempt to evade his tiny pursuer. Evidently, he didn’t quite clear it. Shinsou had no idea the sound of someone face planting could be so funny. One corner of his mouth twitched.

“Gotcha!” laughed Eri. Mirio groaned dramatically.

“AW MAN! You’re too good at this, Eri!” he whined. “Well, now all you have to do is find Shinsou and you win!”

“Yeah!” Eri set off again in search of her other target, this time with Mirio in tow. Shinsou could hear them getting closer. It wouldn’t be long before he was found. Not that it mattered; this was just a stupid kid’s game anyways. And there was the momentary blindness of the flashlight beam in his face.

“Hi, Mr. Shinsou!”

“Hello.”

“Squeezed yourself between the wall and the fridge, huh?” said Mirio. Shinsou sighed. “Three seconds to run now, buddy.”

“One, two…” Shinsou made a bit of a show of trying to squeeze out of his hiding spot and wasted two of his precious three seconds. By the time Eri reached three, he had only managed to make it off the tiled floor of the kitchen before he felt a little hand tap his forearm. Good. He was able to get that over with quickly.

“Gotcha, Mr. Shinsou!”

“You sure did.”

“Dude… that was just… sad. Did you even try?” Mirio judged.

“Mr. Lemillion, you should be it next!”

“Sure!”

“Wait, we’re playing again?” Shinsou asked as Mirio took the flashlight from Eri.

“Of course we are! And you’re gonna have fun!” he accented with a light poke to Shinsou’s stomach. The flinch it produced didn’t go unnoticed by the elder.

“Better hide ~ ” he sang as he disappeared into the bathroom. Eri squeaked and scuttled off to hide when Mirio began counting.

Shinsou was at a loss for what to do. He suddenly felt a lot more uncomfortable about this whole thing. But, against his better judgment, he started looking for a new hiding spot.

“40! Here I come ~ “

For several minutes, all Shinsou could hear was Mirio moving around from room to room. This was really boring.

“Hi there!” Eri shrieked in delight before Mirio started counting. Under the sound of her giggling, Shinsou heard the soft thuds of her feet as she quickly retreated and they were soon joined by Mirio’s own heavy footsteps. The game of cat-and-mouse went on for a minute more before Eri’s happy shriek rang out again.

“C’mere, missy!”

“Naha – Nooohoho! Gehehahaa!” Eri was full-on laughing now. What was gong on? Shinsou was getting more nervous by the second.

“Alright, kiddo, let’s go find Shinsou.” Why was his heart beating faster? Their footsteps were getting closer and closer before they suddenly stopped. Eri giggled again, but was quickly hushed by Mirio. The beam of the flashlight disappeared.

For a moment, everything was so still and quiet, you could have heard a pin drop.

“Boo!”

“Gyaa!” All at once, the flashlight’s beam and Mirio’s far-too-proud-of-himself face was in his field of vision, Mirio having thrown himself to hang over the desk Shinsou was hiding under to peak over at him.

“This is really the best you could do? Oh well- THREE SECONDS, MAN! BETTER RUN!” Mirio shouted. Once again, Shinsou made a show of escaping his hiding place, pushing the desk chair aside and crawling out on his hands and knees. By the time he stood up, Mirio had finished counting.

“Dude, you gotta put up a better fight than that. If you don’t star running, I’m gonna tag you and you’re gonna lose.”

“But it’s just a game.” Mirio stepped back, crossing one arm over his waist and brought his other hand up to his mouth in a thoughtful pose.

“Mmn… Maybe you just need some motivation… Okay, how’bout this: run or else…!” he finished, placing his hands on his hips. Okay, now that was a threat. But what kind? What in the world did he mean by that?

“Huh?” Shinsou was lost. However, when Mirio brought his hands up and formed claws, the younger suddenly understood.

“Wha-?!” Sneaking a wink at Eri, Mirio started counting again.

“Oooooone ~ ”

“You can’t be serious..”

“Better scram ~ . Twoooo ~ .” That was enough for Shinsou. He bolted.

“Three!” And there was the horrifying sound of pounding footsteps coming steadily closer. Shinsou was suddenly in full-panic mode.

“Go away!” He turned a corner a little too quickly and slipped on the polished wooden floorboards, sending him into the wall. This mistake caused his downfall and Mirio caught him, gripping one of his wrists and shoulders, throwing him to the floor.

“Go away? But that’s not how this game is played.” He didn’t know why he hadn’t done this from the beginning, but that didn’t matter now. It worked. Mirio froze.

“I can’t blame you. I mean, we’ve only just met; how could you know how my quirk worked. Anyways, get off me and let me go,” Shinsou ordered. Obediently, his senpai climbed off him and stood to his feet, allowing Shinsou to stand as well. His relief was short-lived, though, as Eri chose that moment to round the corner quickly, running full-force into Mirio’s leg and snapping him out of the trance.

“Huh, wh- wha-?” Mirio sputtered. Shinsou’s eyes widened.

“Mr. Lemillion, what’s going on? Did you win yet?” Eri asked, rubbing her nose. Mirio glanced down at her and a grin formed on his face.

“Not yet, but ooooh, I’m gonna!” he teased, turning his gaze to his stunned Kohai.

“Leave me alone,” Shinsou tried, thinking he still had a chance to put his quirk to use here. Regrettably, Mirio said nothing; simply continuing his advance. The younger stepped back, feeling much less confident now. “What are you trying to do here, anyways?!” Still nothing. Did he really figure it out already? Well, he wasn’t going to take any chances here. He ran for it again, but this time he didn’t make it nearly as far. The same move he used before, and Shinsou was on the ground again. Déjà vu.

“No, no, please!” And all at once, it started: ten strong fingers dug into his ribs, burrowing and squeezing.

The sound was more along the lines of coughing and choking than laughter at first. But the sensations shooting up his torso was enough of a distraction that he couldn’t hope to use his quirk now. He was doomed.

“Oh, no you don’t! I told you you’re gonna have fun. Now laugh, mister!” Mirio cheered as he wormed his fingers under his Kouhai’s arms.

“Nahahahaaa! Noho, STOP IHIHIT!” That giddy, panicked feeling fizzled in the pit of Shinsou’s stomach. Somehow, that tickled too and it made Mirio’s tickling even worse. His nerves were suddenly more sensitive, firing off like little fire crackers and popping the bubbles of laughter in his throat.

“Haha! Gotcha!” said Mirio triumphantly and beside them, Eri was giggling happily as she bounced on her toes.

“Pleahese! Naa-I-he! I give uhup! You wihihihin!” Shinsou pleaded, falling steadily into hysterics.

“AaaAAAlRIGHT! I WON! WOOOHOOO!” Mirio threw his fists in the air as Eri cheered along with him. Meanwhile, Shinsou was grinning and panting, still trapped under Mirio’s weight.

“Senpai, could- could you get off me, please?” he asked shakily.

“Of course, giggles!” he emphasized with a few last squeezes to his ribs, causing the younger to cackle in surprise. But ultimately, Mirio did comply, climbing off Shinsou and taking his hand to pull him to his feet as well.

The trio stood together in comfortable silence for a moment, all with varying degrees of smiles on their faces. They were all happy and they had all had fun. Regardless of the tactics, Shinsou did appreciate the effort Mirio had put into making sure he had enjoyed himself. These sorts of occasions were rare for Shinsou.

Just then, everyone’s attention was drawn to the door which had just opened. Mr. Aizawa was back.

“Oh, Mirio. You’re here” he said simply. “Good. Could you watch Eri while Shinsou and I are out training?”

“Of course, sir! I’d be happy to!”

“Let’s get going, Shinsou.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bye, giggles! ~ ” Shinsou blushed.

“Bye, Bye, Mr. Shinsou!” chirped Eri.

“… Bye.” And he and Mr. Aizawa were gone.

“He’s fun,” said Eri, grinning.

“Yeah.”

#bnha spoilers #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #mirio togata #tickle fic #not my best #sorry

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frforlosers · 4 years

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Day 2: Share your favorite Lightning dragons

This is one of those situations where my two most favorite dragons in my lair have lightning eyes bcus the OCs they're based off of have eyes in a similar color. So I'm gonna talk about them bcus I'm predictable.

Everyone should know Miro by now. They're the god worshipped by the Cult if the White Stag, the current leader of clan Vestheris, and not from Sornieth. They're a funky little hedonist with very few moral values.

Damian, their mate, is actually a far older OC of mine, and not one I talk about as often (tragically). Damian was dragged along for the ride when Miro arrived in dragons.com. he's a genderfluid shapeshifter who leans male, and in many ways is the closest I ever got to making a self-insert OC. I definitely have him to thank when it came to my own gender discovery, and he's been an emotional outlet for me since middle school.

Damian's a homonculus designed to exist as a suit of transforming flesh armor that demons could pilot around in the physical world. He was never supposed to be alive. Ofc mistakes were made and he was considered a failure. (He's very much a sentient independent being) Damian escaped all that mess and lived life as a Homeless Youth in the Big City (TM) until eventually integrating fully into human society.

Personality-wise, Damian struggles with his self-esteem, has dysphoria in his true form because of years believing he's some terrible monster pretending to be human, and has the maturity of someone in their early 20's.

His style's as genderfluid as he is, and while he generally leans towards classic skater/greenday punk, he also can't resists pastels or cutesy imagery. (He owns hello Kitty hair clips and he likes to paint floral patterns on his leather jackets) he existed for the scene and emo craze, and he would not hesitate to jump on the 'y'know, nya?' meme.

Damian is quick to stand up for other people and just as quick to put all of his effort into being an emotional support at the neglect of his own. His romance with Miro isn't entirely healthy, and while Damian is literally the only person who can tell Miro what to do, it's become very much the equivalent of keeping a tiger on a leash. Miro's morality is whatever Damian says it is. But Miro is quick to throw that morality down the drain if Damian isn't present. Damian is learning not to take responsibility for Miro's actions, but when your deity datefriend is a flighty slut who likes to kill things that make them angry, it's hard.

They're together bcus Miro's the closest Damian's ever had to emotional stability and unconditional love, and Damian can't resist the idea of being in love with a creature that's just as weird and immortal as he is. Miro's attachment to Damian is basically 'I didn't know what love was until I met you' but in a literal sense. They're in a constant state of emotional high when they're together. Like they never left the honeymoon faze and are terrified of what might happen if they end up leaving each other.

#Mirohemotet #Damian #DSC

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badstoriesaboutgoodpeople · 5 years

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Sharing is Caring

AN: well here it is, part two of The List. I hope you guys enjoy it, it was definitely a lot of fun to write. Thanks to @dubersbutt for editing this about a million times and helping me answer the extremely odd questions that arose while writing this.

Summary: Tyler shares you with a few of his teammates. For all intents and purposes we are going to pretend the players involved are single. Also no real negotiation happens in this and this is most definitely something that should be negotiated before hand. Side note, when does one stop calling it a -some and just call it an orgy? I have no idea lol.

Warnings: smut, like so much of it. Swearing, dirty talk, sixsome (?), blowjobs, sex (shocker I know), and I think that’s it, if I missed anything let me know

Word count: 5356 (I got a teeny bit carried away)

Ever since Tyler had brought up sharing you that night while you knelt in front of him in his kitchen, you hadn't been able to get the thought out of your mind. You found yourself daydreaming about it at work, creating a mental list of all the single guys on the team, before further narrowing it down to the ones you would be interested in. You and Tyler discussed it briefly here and there, him casually bringing up names, or telling you which guys thought you were hot. You had settled on Jamie, Ben, Jason D, and Miro. Tyler promised he would bring it up with them, and you heard nothing else about your plan until a few months later.

"Hey babe, some of the guys are gonna come over for dinner tonight. Ya know, to celebrate with Miro for making it to all stars," said Ty one day as he walked through the front door after practice.

"Who's coming?" you asked from the couch, hearing Tyler digging through the pantry, presumably for a snack.

"Chubs, Bish, JD, and Miro of course. Did I miss anyone?"

"Huh? I didn't even know you were inviting them over, what do I have to do with the guest list?"

"I mean considering this dinner was planned solely for the purpose of getting them all in one house so we can have some fun with you later, I wanna make sure I've got everyone," said Tyler with a smirk as he sat down on the couch next to you, leaning over you to pet Cash, who was curled into your side napping. You felt your face heat up, oh, that's why everyone is coming over. "So you're telling me I have to cook enough food for five NHL hockey players and myself, AND look presentable? That's so much work!"

"Relax, I'll handle dinner, you just hang out for a bit. I brought home some steaks, I'm just gonna throw them on the grill and make a salad."

You pressed a kiss to Tyler's cheek before wandering upstairs to take a shower. You took your time washing your hair, scrubbing your body, doing a face mask, and shaving what felt like every square inch of your body. Once you were satisfied, you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself gently, before wrapping the towel around your body and focusing your attention on your hair. You blowdried it before straightening it, not wanting it to get too out of control later. You kept your makeup simple, and slipped on a short sleeve red chiffon dress and a cardigan. You padded downstairs and saw that Tyler was out on the deck grilling the steaks, beer in hand talking to Jamie and Ben, who must've arrived while you were in the shower. You slid some sandals on before walking out the sliding glass door into the backyard.

"Ah, look who it is! Y/N, haven't seen you in a while!" exclaimed Jamie, walking over to wrap you in a bear hug. You hadn't seen the rest of the team in a few months as you had been busy with work and the boys had been on the road more often than not. Ben gave you a hug too, his hand daring to wander a little further down your back than Jamie's had. You made small talk with them for a while, the boys discussing their plans for bye week, and other random topics of conversation. You heard the door bell ring and went to go answer it, and you were greeted with the sight of Miro and Jason. You exchanged hellos and lead them through the house to the backyard where the rest of the guys cheered upon seeing Miro, yelling various forms of congratulations. Tyler told everyone to sit down, saying the food would be ready soon.

"Y/N, can you come inside and help me bring the food out?"

"Sure thing," you said as you stood up, feeling four pairs of eyes follow you as you walked into the house. You walked over to stand beside Tyler, looking at the steaks, salad, and roast potatoes he had cooked.

"Wow Ty, I'm impressed. Didn't think you could cook to save your life," you teased, stealing a crouton from the salad and popping it into your mouth.

"Hey, watch your mouth. Let's get this food outside, I'm sure everyone's hungry. I have a feeling they're more excited for desert, though," said Ty with a smirk, handing you the salad bowl to carry outside. You followed him out, setting the bowl on the table before returning to your seat at the table. You sat next to Ty while you ate, listening to the guys talk and joining in occasionally. You were just finishing your last bite of food when you felt Tyler place his hand on your thigh before moving it up higher, just barely hidden by the table cloth.

"Why don't you take the dishes in and put them in the sink, then head upstairs and put something pretty on. I'll text you when we're ready for you," Tyler purred into your ear, squeezing your thigh gently. You removed your napkin from your lap and gathered all of the dishes, carefully taking them into the house. You placed them in the sink before heading upstairs. hearing Ty invite the guys downstairs to the movie room, explaining you had to send a work email and would be down shortly. You made your way into your bedroom and gently shut the door behind you. You opened the drawer that contained your lingerie, taking out a few pieces and laying them on the bed. You snapped a picture and sent it to Tyler with the caption black, maroon, or good old victory green? He quickly replied Maroon, with those black thigh highs with the ruffles on the top, followed by Come downstairs and wait outside the movie room until you hear me talking to Miro. Once I'm done talking you can come in. You removed your dress and hung it back up in the closet before slipping on the maroon lace body suit and thigh highs as instructed. You quickly placed the other two outfits back in the drawer, glancing in the mirror before quietly exiting the bedroom and making your way down to the basement. You walked a little louder down the last few stairs, hoping Tyler would notice and realize you were ready for whatever he had planned. You made your way over and leaned against the door frame, hearing muffled voices from behind the door.

"Miro, the guys and I decided to get you a little something as a congratulations for making it to all stars."

"Oh you guys didn't have to-"

"Nah man, we wanted to do this for you." You heard Tyler's voice get louder and you assumed he was walking towards the door. Soon the door knob was turning and the door was opened. You gave Tyler a soft smile before entering the room, hearing the four men all suck in a breath at the sight of you. You did a slow spin, letting the admire every inch of you. Jamie was the first one to speak.

"Damn Ty, you weren't lying when you said she had a nice body. Fuck Y/N, you look gorgeous." You felt your face heat up at the compliment, and at the thought of Tyler bragging about you in the locker room. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Miro start to get out of his seat, but Tyler shook his head.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast. This might be your present but you're still a rookie. You're just going to have to watch while you wait your turn," said Ty with a mischievous look in his eye. Miro let out a soft noise of disappointment and shifted in his seat, and you could see he was already hard, his jeans tighter than they once had been. You gave him a sympathetic look before Tyler cleared his throat.

"Well, who's going first? Captain, will you do the honours?"

"I most certainly will," said Jamie as he stood up, hands moving to unbutton his polo shirt.

"Don't worry about that Jamie, Y/N can do it for you, isn't that right sweetie?"

"Of course sir, it's my job to take care of everyone." You saw Jamie's jaw tighten at your words, and heard Jason exhale a shaky breath.

"Good girl. Now hurry up, you don't want to keep Jamie waiting, do you?" You shook your head no as you moved closer to him, bringing your hands up to undo the remaining buttons before gently pulling the shirt over his head. You admired his tattoos, the black ink contrasting with his skin. You knelt down, unbuckling his belt. Jamie must have looked weary, because you soon heard Tyler speak up, now shirtless and lounging on one of the couches.

"You guys can do pretty much anything you want to her, except cum inside her, that's my job. Other than that she's all yours. She likes it when you spank her or pull her hair, she loves getting treated like the little slut she is, don't you baby?" You simply nod, too busy working the material of Jamie's pants down his legs to respond verbally. Once you had removed his pants his boxers followed, his cock springing out, long and thick just like you liked it. You gently pushed on Jamie's shoulder, guiding him to sit back down. You nestle yourself between his parted knees and situated yourself on all fours, placing a kiss to his tip before running your tongue from his base to his tip, hearing him sigh above you. You began bobbing your head slowly, pausing every now and then to focus on the tip. You saw Jason walk up behind you in your peripheral vision, before feeling his fingers make their way into your hair.

"Come on baby, I think you can take Jamie a bit deeper, hm? You want to treat the captain right after all," he said as he gripped harder and started to move your head lower on Jamie's cock. You gagged lightly but Jason didn't let up, his grip still firm. You could hear Jamie beginning to moan now, feeling your throat tighten around him.

"Ok Jason- fuck, that's enough, let her off. I still want to fuck her," choked out Jamie and Jason pulled you off of him before eventually untangling his fingers from your hair. Ben moved to replace Jamie on the couch, slowly stroking himself. He wasn't as long as Jamie but he was still substantial. You moved to take him into your mouth but you were distracted by a set of hands at your shoulders pulling down the straps of your body suit. You turned to see Tyler, who by then had managed to pull the bodysuit all the way down, and you lifted your knees so he could remove the maroon lace completely.

"Hey Miro, come watch from over here, the view is nicer," said Ty, pointing to a beanbag chair in the corner of the room. Miro, who was now shirtless with disheveled hair, presumably from running his fingers through it, walked over and you could hear his breath catch in his throat when he saw you, now naked apart from your thigh highs kneeling in front of Ben. He sat down, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. You felt a hand on your jaw turning your head, and you realized you'd forgotten about the man sitting in front of you. You quickly took Ben into your mouth, running your tongue along his tip to collect the bead of precum forming there before moving your head further down. You managed to take all of him, and you remained there for a moment until you felt someone's breath on your thigh. you pulled off slightly, caught off guard by the tongue that was now proving at your entrance. You couldn't tell who it was, but you knew by the lack of scruff that it wasn't Tyler. You thought it was Jason until you heard him mutter something to Tyler about you being so well behaved. Then it hit you, it was Jamie. Mr. "I don't box munch" Benn had his face buried between your thighs, and was now sucking on your clit. You moaned around Ben, causing him to groan and buck his hips slightly. You had to pull off of him completely when you felt someone press two fingers into you while Jamie continued to suck on you. You turned to see Jason biting his lip, his two middle fingers buried deep within you. Ben stroked himself lazily in front of you, content to watch rather than join for right now. Jason added another finger and you couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips when he curled them gently and hit your g-spot dead on. He began to move his fingers a little faster, but you whimpered when you felt Jamie move away. Tyler instructed Jason to remove his fingers and he listened, leaving you whining and empty, still on all fours in front of the couch. Ben got up and joined the growing crowd behind you, admiring how wet you were, before running a finger up your slit and licking it off, unable to resist tasting you.

"Oh god, Y/N you taste amazing. Miro, get over here and come taste her," said Ben, turning to face the young rookie. Miro jumped up as soon as he heard his name, eager to finally get in on some of the action. He wasted no time bringing his hands to cup your ass, and running his tongue along you, slowly at first. He quickly gained some confidence, moving his tongue faster, moaning at the taste of you on his lips.

"Ok, slow down, that's enough. He said taste her, not devour her. You can wait a little longer," said Ty in a dominant tone, and Miro slowly moved back to his spot, licking his lips with a tall smirk on his face. You were beginning to feel desperate, and you wiggled your ass gently, hoping somebody would touch you once again. What you weren't expecting was the firm smack that came next, and the gasp that left your lips. It was almost immediately followed by a second and a third, and you felt the familiar sting that you loved so much. You tried to turn your head to see who was spanking you, but a particularly hard hit caused you to jolt forward before you could get a good look. After a few more hits, you could tell your ass was bright red, and you could feel everyone in the room staring at you. You probably looked like a mess right now, your hair was wild and what little makeup you had on was likely smudged all over your face by now. You heard Tyler say something quietly, and the next thing you knew somebody was fucking into you. Your arms gave out, the feeling of being full overwhelming after being teased for so long.

"That's it Y/N, you feel so good around me, even better than I'd imagined," said someone from behind you, and you later determined it was Jason. He ran a hand along the still tender skin of your ass before moving to rub your clit. After being teased earlier it didn't take long for you to begin approaching your climax.

"Oh god, please sir, can I please come?" you begged as Jason began moving faster, the end of your sentence turning into a moan.

"Look at you, begging your boyfriend to let you come while somebody else fucks you, such a good little slut. What do you think Ty, do you think she deserves to come?"

"Sure, why not. You've been a good girl for us Y/N, go ahead and come for Jason," instructed Ty, and that was all it took for you, you came with a shout around Jason. He fucked you through it, fingers digging into your hips as you tightened around him. He pulled out, before guiding you to sit upright. He bit his lip as his eyes roamed your body and he began to stroke himself quickly. You looked up at him through your lashes, admiring the look of concentration on his face, and the light sheen of sweat that had formed on his chest. It wasn't long before he came on your chest, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he rode out his climax. Tyler walked around from where he had been standing behind you, looking at you intently as he did so. He ran a finger through the cum on your chest before bringing it up to your lips. You eagerly took the digit into your mouth before sucking on it gently, savouring the taste of Jason. You heard a gasp from the corner of the room followed by a moan, and you looked over to see Miro now had ribbons of cum covering his abs. He gave you a sheepish look, face turning slightly red.

"Oh Miro, couldn't wait, could you?" said Tyler with a smirk before removing his finger from your mouth.

"Eh he's young, he'll be hard again before he knows it. Now Y/N, why don't you go help him clean up?" offered Ben, and you obeyed, not wanting to disappoint. You got up slowly and walked over to where Miro was sitting. You pressed a light kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, then his chin before moving down to his neck. You sucked a small mark onto his collarbone, grazing your teeth lightly over his skin. You moved lower and you felt Miro run his fingers through your hair, moving it out of the way so he had a better view of what you were doing. You licked broad wet stripes along his abs, cleaning up the mess he had made earlier. He sighed softly, gazing down at you with a look of awe in his eyes. After he was thoroughly cleaned up you mouthed at his v line, leaving an angry red mark that would eventually blossom into a deep purple bruise. You wanted him to remember this for a while, the image of you kneeling in front of him coming to mind when the boys eventually noticed the mark in the locker room and chirped him for it. You moved back uphill body and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before turning to face the rest of the boys.

"Who's next sir?"

"Hey Ben, why don't you go next? Jamie and I have a little something planned," offered Ty, before walking over to mutter something in his ear, presumably giving him instructions, as he soon nodded and mumbled something about understanding. Ben moved to sit on one of the couches before becoming you over, inviting you to sit in his lap. You placed your knees on either side of his thighs before slowly sinking down onto him, both of you sighing. He brought his hands up to grip your waist and he began to help you move up and down slowly. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose before placing a more forceful kiss to his lips. You kissed him for a moment until you had to pause and moan when he began moving you faster. You placed your hands on his shoulders and began to take control of the pace, slowing down a bit and focusing on rolling your hips. Ben let his head fall back and let out a shaky sigh, moving his hands to your breasts and squeezing gently. He sucked a mark onto each breast, relishing in the small whimpers you let out. You started moving faster again, whimpers turning to moans, thighs burning with the exertion. Soon Ben grabbed your hips and lifted you off of him slowly.

"Stand up, bend over, hands on the back of the couch." You obeyed, moving to lean over the couch once he had stood up. You gripped the leather of the couch, sticking your ass out slightly. Tyler walked over and grabbed your ass before leaning down to talk to you.

"Having fun yet baby girl? Like being shared, don't you?"

"Yes sir, I love it so much," you said, gripping the couch hard enough to turn your knuckles white when Ty moved to grab your hair and move your head towards his so he could kiss you. You moaned against his mouth when Ben slid into you again. He didn't give you much time to adjust before he picked up the pace, hips moving quickly. Tyler pulled away, looking at you with a hungry look on his face.

"You look so fucking pretty like this, always look beautiful when you're getting fucked. I could watch you like this for hours. Can I take some pictures for later baby?"

You nodded, unable to form words, only moans. Tyler took his phone out of the pocket of his jeans he was somehow still wearing. He snapped a few photos of you from various angles, enjoying the moans that were now steadily pouring out of your mouth. He slipped to fingers into your mouth but Ben quickly glared at him.

"Let her be as loud as she wants, she's clearly enjoying herself," he said with a smirk, smacking your ass lightly. Tyler slid his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag lightly before he removed them all together. You could tell Ben was getting close now, his hips beginning to move less rhythmically.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let Ben come all over that pretty little ass of yours? Don't you dare come yet, remember you need to ask," whispered Ty, loud enough for only you to hear. You nodded frantically, eager to be marked by Ben as well. It wasn't long before Ben pulled out and you felt him come on your lower back. He groaned, leaning down to place a light kiss on your cheek once he had worked himself through his high. You felt a hand on your shoulder, you once you stood up you were face to face with Ty. He pressed his lips to yours and placed his hands on your shoulders, guiding you forward just far enough so that Jamie could slip behind you and sit on the couch. Once he was situated, Ty pulled away and instructed you to sit on Jamie's lap. You backed up and felt Jamie's hands come up to grip your hips, guiding you as you slowly sat down and eventually sank down onto him. You let out a loud moan, still close to the edge after Ben had had his turn. Jamie's grip on your hips tightened, probably tight enough to bruise. You went to start moving, but Tyler had other plans. He had removed his jeans a while ago, but he finally removed his boxers and you couldn't stop your mouth from watering. Luckily the couches you had were low to the ground and you could ride Jamie and suck off Tyler at the same time. Tyler walked over to you and you opened your mouth immediately, eager to finally please him. You were just taking him into your mouth when you felt Jamie lifting your hips before slowly bringing them back down again. You tried to help him but he seemed content moving you on his own, so you turned your focus back to Ty. You knew how to drive him crazy, so you spent some time focusing on the head. You swirled your tongue around him before licking up the bead of precum that had formed. You started moving further down on him, moaning around him when Jamie moved your hips a little harder. You looked up at Tyler through your lashes before taking him into your mouth all the way. You felt him hit the back of your throat and paused momentarily, but eventually you managed to take all of him. He had his head thrown back and his fingers woven through your hair, and you could tell everyone else was enjoying the view as well. You saw Miro, obviously struggling to keep it together. He had both hands clasped together tightly and he was hard again, clearly eager to finally get a turn with you after what must have felt like forever. You pulled back slightly to moan and whimper as Jamie changed the angle of his hips slightly and began hitting your g spot. Tyler and Jamie must have exchanged some sort of signal, because you felt Tyler backing away and Jamie lifting you off of him slowly. You let out a whimper, suddenly feeling very empty. They switched positions, Jamie standing before you and Tyler moving to sit behind you. You didn't wait for Ty to grab your hips to move back, sitting down carefully. The feeling of him filling you was familiar, and something you always enjoyed no matter what. Jamie moved towards but Tyler must have shaken his head, as he stopped in his tracks.

"Just gimme a minute Jamie. Y/N has been such a good girl for everyone, I think she deserves to come. What do you say baby girl?" asked Ty as he began moving your hips quickly, knowing it wouldn't take much to make you come.

"Please sir!" you practically shouted, your orgasm approaching quickly. Jamie placed a hand on your jaw and turned you to face him.

"Come on, Y/N, be a good girl and come for everyone," he said in his deep voice, and suddenly you were coming, a loud moan making its way out of your mouth. Your hips were twitching as aftershocks ran through your body when you felt Ty come inside you, his fingernails digging into your hips, a groan leaving his mouth followed by something about you feeling so incredible around him. He made no moves to pull out of you right away, so you stayed in his lap as Jamie moved towards you.

"Open that sweet little mouth of yours for me baby, want you to taste me. Thought about this so often, what you'd look like sucking my cock, what it would feel like to fuck you. You're so hot, it's so unfair that Ty gets you all to himself. We should share you more often, huh?" mumbled Jamie, his voice husky and hand stroking himself quickly. You obeyed, sticking your tongue out, eager to taste him. Jamie soon came, most of it ending up in your mouth, but also on your cheeks and chin. Once he had finished riding out his high you felt him run his finger through the mess he had made on your face before sliding it into your waiting mouth. You sucked on it eagerly, enjoying the taste of him.

"Okay baby, it's time for Miro to have a turn. He's been waiting so patiently, make sure you give him a good time," said Ty from behind you as he helped you stand, your legs still a little shaky. You walked over to Miro, swaying your hips gently as you walked.

"How do you want me Miro?" Before he could answer Tyler spoke up from behind the both of you.

"Slow down there, babe. I'm still in charge here. Miro, she's gonna be on all fours on the floor here and you're gonna fuck her from behind, understood?" Miro simply nodded, running a hand through his hair before pushing you backwards until you both stood we he wanted. You dropped to your hands and knees, and as you waited you could feel Ty's cum begin to drip down your thigh. Miro didn't seem to mind, he simply knelt down behind you, dragging his fingertips over the curve of your ass, where Ben's cum was just beginning to dry. He pushed into you slowly, savouring the feeling. He went to pick up the pace but Tyler didn't approve.

"Go slow for a bit rookie, tease her a bit. Don't give her what she wants just yet." You whimpered at Tyler's words, already hungry for a third orgasm even though you'd had your second not long ago. Miro obeyed, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow, just enjoying the experience. He let out little moans and growls, swearing under his breath on occasion.

"Does that feel good Miro? She's not even sloppy seconds anymore, the little slut has had four people fuck her already and she already wants to come again," Ty said, and you couldn't help the shiver that his words sent down your spine. You felt your face heat up slightly, knowing his words could have such an affect on you.

"Ah fuck, she feels amazing Ty, you're lucky you get to enjoy her all the time."

"Start fucking her harder now, don't be afraid to really go at it, she can take it." Miro followed Ty's instructions, eager to please both of you. His hips began moving quicker and soon you felt him grab your hips and pull them back to meet yours. After a few minutes Ty had further instructions for him.

'Ok, flip her over onto her back now, you gotta watch her as she comes, she makes the hottest face." Miro was reluctant to pull out, not wanting to leave your wet heat, even if it was only for a few seconds. He eventually did, and you rolled over, finally catching a glimpse of his face. He looked absolutely sinful, eyes dark with lust, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. He spread your thighs and quickly moved to sit between them, entering you once again.

"Rub her clit while you fuck her, you don't get to cum until she does," said Ty, running a hand through his hair, thoroughly enjoying the scene that was unfolding before him. Miro let his hand wander down your body, pausing to lightly pinch one of your nipples, causing you to let out a breathy moan. He continued slowly until he was finally where you wanted him. He used his thumb to rub in time with his thrusts, and this quickly had you arching your back off the floor, desperate for more to push you over the edge.

"Come on, Y/N, wanted to make you come for so long, please," said Miro in a tone that was just short of begging. You looked to Tyler for permission and he nodded, and all of a sudden you were coming again, back arching as your mouth opened in a silent scream. Miro kept rubbing your clit and slowly rolling his hips, and didn't stop until you began to whimper, the oversensitivity becoming too much to bear. He pulled out and began to stroke himself quickly. You sat up to help him but he shook his head, muttering something about just sitting there and looking pretty. He came on your stomach, one of the few spots unmarked by the other guys. You saw Tyler take another picture of you, looking fucked out and absolutely exhausted. The guys all began to get dressed, and Tyler helped you stand slowly. One by one the guys came over to press gentle kisses to your face, or offer words of praise. Ty picked you up and took you upstairs while the rest of the guys slowly gathered themselves. He took you into the bathroom and placed you in the bathtub, turning on the water before leaving to check on the dogs. Once he returned he turned off the water and washed your hair, massaging your scalp gently. He scrubbed your body delicately, massaging your back and admiring the many marks that had been left on you. He emptied the tub and dried you off, before dressing you in an old pair of his sweatpants and a shirt. He picked you up once again, whispering about how proud he was of you as he carried you to the bedroom, and you were asleep before he could lay you down in bed.

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