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catboyshinsou · 4 years

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jazz from heaven

pairing: aizawa x gn!reader

warnings: stress mention, panic attack mention, crying

word count: 1800

summary: after a stressful week, reader drives to aizawa’s apartment at 2am for comfort

Footsteps echoed in the never ending staircase, mocking you for your late night visit. Quick, shaky breaths left you as you reached the top floor. You had always hated the position of his apartment, in the middle of the city and on the top floor. It made going in and out easier for hero work since he could use the roof to enter and leave without making too much of a fuss. After climbing the mountain of stairs that was understandable but in this very moment, you hated that he lived here with every fiber of your being.

It was a quiet saturday morning. For once the streets were empty, even the high end villains would be sleeping by now. Everyone was asleep but you. You had made your way to your boyfriend's apartment at 3am and hoped for the love of everything that's holy that he was awake.

Of course as a teacher and pro, he was bound to be awake to grade or just coming back from patrol. It was the weekend of course and you'd normally hope

he was getting some rest but now you needed him awake. Just awake enough to give you a hug.

You knocked on the door, the sounds echoing in the halls. One, two, three.

You chewed on your lip and pulled on your fingers while you waited for an answer. Maybe it was too quiet? Maybe he was sleeping?

With a knot in your throat, you stood in front of the wood door, sniffing quietly. The week had been rough, today being the worst it's been in a while. You hadn't seen Shouta in a week. UA gave him more work than he usually had, especially since he was a homeroom teacher again. Of course you guys had kept in touch through texts and calls but right now you needed the real thing. You didn't want to be the clingy s/o, even if you've wanted to come by every day this week.

On Monday, when customers had yelled at you all day long you just wanted to sink into his arms.

On Tuesday, when weird guys chatted you up on the street and didn't leave until you dared to call someone.

On Wednesday, when you met old friends and they pointed out how much happier you seemed back in the day and how much you've lost your smile.

On Thursday, when you overthought yourself into an extensive panic attack in your bedroom.

Friday had been the worst. You almost immediately started bawling once you got home from an extra shift at work, barely being able to hold yourself for a couple of hours until the tears stopped. The next thing you could remember was being on your way to his place.

Your phone lit up the dark corridor, blue light shining onto your face. 'hey, it's me at your door’

Footsteps approached, dragging themselves over the wood floor. After a few seconds of unlocking the rather old door, Shouta opened and gave you an unamused look.

“It’s 2am, y/n.”

He had a towel throw over his shoulders, his damp hair falling on it. The usual hero jumpsuit was nowhere to be seen, his pink sweatpants instantly catching your eye. Paired with a washed out and too big shirt, he looked about bed ready even if you knew he wouldn’t be sleeping for another hour or two. Warm air came from behind him, you smelling the shampoo Mic had recommended him a few weeks ago.

“I know… I’m sorry…” You breathed out while walking into his apartment. Your eyes glued to the floor, a shaky breath escaped you as you took off your shoes.

The pro’s eyes softened. His confusion turned into concern, reminding himself that your late night visits usually had a reason.

You stood back up and took another deep breath. Guilt washed over you when you remembered that you showed up at Shouta’s door at 2am, when he was probably exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. Your cheeks burned as he walked past you into the living room, one of the only light sources except from the bathroom behind you.

Shouta had just gotten done with the last grades, the pile of graded papers neatly next to his mug of tea and all of his work stuff. He wanted to finish school stuff up, even if patrol had worn him out, so that he could completely relax on the upcoming weekend.

“Sorry for not calling more, I’ve been really busy with school…” He walked past you and put away the stacks of paperwork, so that the cat didn’t have her fun with them if she came home overnight. “Kids can be such a pain, I don’t know why I agreed to be a homeroom teacher.”

A few cars passed by, slow jazz coming from another apartment. It was a faint sound but just enough to push you to the edge. Lights flickered when you took another step into the apartment, as if you had just disrupted its peace.

He huffed as he turned off the lights and got back to you. You who was still awkwardly standing in the corridor as if this was your first time at his place. You pulled on your fingers and just watched him put his stuff away.

“Everything okay?” He stood in front of you now, a hand on your cheek and soft eyes looking into yours. Even if he wasn’t the most expressive with his own emotions, he had mastered yours. Something was wrong, even if you probably didn’t want to think about it. You probably still would either today or tomorrow but he didn’t want to inquire more.

With a gentle tug, he pulled you into his arms and pressed you close to him. His warmth surrounded you while he patted your head. Tears streamed down your face, silent sobs escaping you. You started shaking as the sobs got more violent, Shouta just holding you and stroking your back.

“Oh, y/n…”

The tears soaked into his black t-shirt, your arms wrapped around him as you heaped. Keeping your low as low as possible, it was still 2am after all, you felt his steady breath against you. It made you feel safe, as if nothing could happen to you anymore.

Shouta didn’t know why you showed up to cry. But after working with a lot of different people, including teenagers and kids, he knew that this wasn’t the appropriate time to ask. What you needed was a no judgement zone and comfort.

With the last tears flowing, you started regulating your breath again. Your boyfriend noticed your deepening breaths, holding you even closer.

“That’s right, just deep breaths…” With a low whisper, he gave you kisses on your forehead as you did just that.

You sniffed and took a shaky breath as you buried your face in his shoulder. With a tightened grip on him, you just took him in and waited for the uneasy feeling to leave your system. You still trembled, trying to hold back the tears that dared to spill again. It was enough crying for today. In fact, you had cried enough for a lifetime this past week. Shouta was probably exhausted too, he didn’t need more to worry about.

Of course, he noticed your struggle. If one of you pulled another closer, you would practically merge so he felt the way you trembled and how your breath still wasn’t regulated. In moments like these, he wished he could do more. Somehow make you realise that everything would be okay and you could let it out here without being a burden to him. But he could only hold you like this while reassuring you in every way he could.

“Do you want to go to bed? A tea before?”

You shook your head and let go of him. Your head banged and your eyes burned. With the collar of your shirt you wiped away the trail of tears on your cheeks, the fabric irritating your eyes even more.

“Let’s go to bed then…” He tugged you into his bedroom and opened his drawer to give you something warmer to sleep in.

The room was neater than you expected. How did he find the time to keep everything so tidy if he was barely home? His laundry was folded and stacked on his bed, the school stuff on his desk with his laptop. The only other mess here was his bed with half torn off sheets and different pillows and blankets all over. You smiled at his little chaos before plopping onto it.

“C’mon, wear that.” He tossed one of his sweaters at you, which you somehow caught before it landed in your face. “It’s gonna be getting colder.”

Without questioning him, you just changed into it. The fabric felt soft on your skin, you could tell it was fresh out of the machine. It smelt like fabric softener, the one that only he had because he ran his errands in those 24/7 shops after patrols and those were somehow the only ones that carried this brand. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it smelled like so it was just Shouta. One of those things you would always connect with him like cats and pink sweatpants.

You looked over at his desk, an extra picture frame of what you guessed was his new class on it. It was too far away for you to see the individual faces but they seemed like an interesting group already.

Shouta sighed and let himself fall next to you. “Wanna talk about what happened?”

With a deep breath you shook your head and rolled over to face him. Your head still ached, you couldn’t speak if you wanted to. Your throat hurt, the knot completely tying off your words.

He took you into his arms and pulled the blanket over your shoulders. “Want me to talk?”

You nodded into his chest and took another deep breath. This was what you had needed over the week. His presence, his touch, his voice. They were natural tranquilizers for you, reassurances that everything would be okay.

“Nezu gave me class 1-A, can you believe that?” His hands were on the nape of your neck, his thumb caressing behind your ear. “I had them do a fitness test on the first day… I watched them during the entrance exam and I just wasn’t fully convinced… Remember the kid I told you about that just got in through rescue points? And the one that only got in with villain points? Yeah, they’re both in my class and it’s more than obvious that they don’t get along well… They’ve all got interesting quirks, it’s a pretty colourful group and I’m... interested how they’re gonna train them...”

Both of you started getting sleepier with every word he said. He ended up slurring his words as he yawned before silence fell. There was still the jazz playing from somewhere outside, cars passing by occasionally. You hicked a few breaths but Shouta made sure to hold you closer and whisper reassuring words when you did.

“Can I stay here for the weekend?” You croaked right before falling asleep.

“You’re always welcome here, y/n…”

#bnha imagines #bnha writing #bnha x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #aizawa fluff #aizawa x you #aizawa comfort #comfort fic #bnha comfort

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rfamess · 3 years

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RFA + V and Saeran at a party!!

alright friends. picture this: a party. what kind of party? that is for you to think about. i’ll give my 2 cents on what they prefer, but their behaviors still stand. If you’ve ever been to a party, (and I consider just hanging w friends a party as well... literally anything is a party if you want it to be a party) you know DAMN WELL you can find a specific type of person at every single function. we’ve got the corner standers, we got the emotional rollercoaster, the bitches getting crossed, the couch chillers, the flirt, the table dancer. you get the vibe.

in short, this is a (very) drunk rfa at a party.

Jumin

- you already know this guy only drinks wine.

- two bottles; one red, one white (very bold) double fisting them.

- wine drunk is the best drunk lemme tell ya.

- he is just so relaxed. GODDAMN he’s chill

- he’s so chill that he could walk up to zen and take a drag of a cig. shocking. why would he do that? he would never do that! (he’s drunk bby)

- personal morals have left the chat

- definetly happy and very social. Likes to tell very good stories— and they are good. very funny guy

- total opposite from his work self, which many people know. it’s refreshing to see him let loose

- and when i say let loose i mean let loose

- oh, the function? he owns it. not only is he the life of the party, it’s actually in his penthouse. he literally owns it.

- he has the potential to throw a gatsby-like party, but he likes to stick with his close friends and colleagues. people are allowed to bring a plus one. the more the merrier. but not too many lol

Zen

- oh this guy? he’s a professional partier. balls to the wall type drinker.

- shotgunning beer, pong master, stack cup, ride the bus, shots, up jenkins. he plays them allllll

- very competitive. VERY. he gets really into it, but he’s not like a competitive jock type, he’s just very passionate.

- he will accept his losses with grace and dignity, as well as with a nice handshake with his opponent.

- his passion sometimes causes him some accidents. will probably bump into you, apologize and call you some sweet pet name, and then return back to his zone.

- everyone loves to talk to him. not just bc he’s handsome, but he is just so genuinely nice and can hold a great conversation, even while completely obliterated.

- he’s the kind of guy that goes around and makes sure everyone is having fun

- smooth moves. very flirtatious, duh. can literally charm anyone.

- ngl he’s probably also a horny drunk. he’s not creepy or anything. he is definitely very courteous and respectful, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind...

- you can probably find him at one of jumins gatherings, at a work friends house, clubs, etc.

- he also loves themed parties. he really gets into it

Saeyoung/Seven

- he goes so hard.

- another themed party lover. especially costume parties.

- would probably show up in a costume even if it in fact was not a costume party.

- sorry, have you ever listened to tik tok by kesha? seven literally IS the party. “the party don’t start til I walk in”

- freestyle dances literally any chance he gets. definetly starts a dance circle— everyone loves a good dance circle

- he’s not a good dancer. he’s not bad either. but dancing with the stars is not in his future

- he’s wasted, but even if he wasn’t, he’d still be the life of the party. it just becomes magnified by however many drinks he’s had.

- very much parks and rec tom haverford vibes. snake juice episode. classic.

- he gets antsy to build things for no reason. tries to do small physics balancing things or maybe just do something productive, like cooking. he never cooks so he has no idea what he’s doing. will probably set the smoke alarm off, sprinklers will be going and people will be partying with INDOOR RAIN.

- that’s his legacy— the guy who set off the sprinklers at that party that one time

- you could probably find him crashing random peoples parties. he hears one going on in some apartment on the street and somehow he gets in and nobody questions it.

Yoosung

- you already know he gets DRANK.

- he doesn’t drink alcohol, the alcohol drinks HIM.

- he always goes over his limit. not bad enough where he’s incapacitated, but he for sure blacks out a lot of the time

- he’s kind of like a mix of his two besties ;) zen and seven. he’s a dancer, but he’s a COMPETETIVE DANCER. lol he probably challenges people to a dance off or contest. also likes table top games.

- he is prone to.... emotion. which is okay! but it happens

- once in a blue moon he’ll cry over something minor, but then start crying-laughing over it 2 seconds later.

- he finds a wii console buried tucked away in a drawer somewhere. he really brings it together when mario kart or wii sports resort gets pulled out. especially if it’s the sword play one. his find gets him clout at the party lol

- probably sees someone he thinks he wants to talk to... he overthinks how to approach them a little too much. but he’ll take a shot and go do it

- it always works out, he’s very friendly and likeable.

- he attends his college parties and always ends up making friends but he’s also hammered so he might not remember it much.

- probably wakes up in a random field somewhere the next morning. he is very confused.

Jaehee

- she goes to town on hard liqour. she can handle it alright.

- genuinely wants to fight everyone. not in a bad way, more of a “let me show you how fucking strong i am” way. it sure brings an audience

- people accept her challenges— she always beats them. probably turns them into drinking competitions too.

- like zen, she’s very competitive. she might lose her composure a little bit, but always self soothes and gets right back into it.

- 2 words: HYPE. WOMAN.

- she can get ANYONE excited about ANYTHING. always cheering others on and having them break out of their comfort zone (if they choose to do so).

- very big emotions. fangirls a lot. flirts a lot. a little dramatic, but she’s very entertaining.

- another great story teller— she loves to talk to people about the things she loves or crazy things that have happened to her.

- once she sobers up a little more, she is quite the helper. she helps clean up, helps people who might be throwing up. she’s a gentle care taker and welcoming presence :)

- she attends house parties a lot. usually her office friends, but sometimes zen brings her to his friends parties.

- she doesn’t party a lot since she works so much but when she does, she goes DUMMY!!

- very creative guy. he’ll have a conversation with someone and midway through he goes HOLD THAT THOUGHT!! because he’s had a little intrusive lightbulb moment. runs to go write it down or do a quick sketch then return to said conversation.

- if there’s a hot tub, he’s in it. he’s so in it. he has a glass of champagne and just sits. a lot of the time he never changes he just keeps his clothes on in the water. people question his judgement

- he’s not super animated like a lot of others, he’s more chill, but he’s also very excitable.

- he’s very giggly. anything could make him laugh.

- he really stays true to his hobbies while drunk too.

- photographer/videographer. but since he’s at a party and he’s drunk, they aren’t professional photos. a lot of them end up blurry. but a lot of them turn out great!

- he leaves disposable cameras everywhere so people can just pick them up and take their own photos— he sends out all the pics after they get developed.

- he’s definetly the type to go around making sure everyone is safe and helping them whenever possible. he doesn’t take a lot of time for himself :(

- he parties with jumin at his penthouse. they have a lot of the same friends and it’s a familiar place.

- he doesn’t go to giant parties either, mostly just friends in the comfort of his or someone else’s home.

Saeran

- I don’t think Saeran drinks very much, to be honest. But hypothetically….

- he’s obsessed with making fancy cocktails. they are so beautiful. but they get infinitely worse the more he drinks them lol

- his parties are always with his close friends, probably at his own house. he’s more of a homebody. and the presence of his friends is very grounding

- he really likes to play tabletop-turned drinking games

- he also likes to make games up! kind of like true american in new girl. he’s actually really really good at making up rules on the spot and they always turn out super fun.

- he’s definitely the kind of guy you want at your party if you want to have a lot of fun just doing random shit.

- speaking of random shit, just like his brother he also gets spikes of energy to just go do something. he makes homemade ice cream in a plastic bag. he rearranges the furniture. he will learn magic tricks in about 2 minutes and then show everyone he knows.

- will try and flirt with you. like a lot. he’s incredibly endearing and gets kind of handsy. and by handsy i mean he wants to hold your hand briefly. both of his hands clasped around one of yours.

- he likes to do really harmless pranks. like so harmless that they’re just hilarious. he’ll take someone’s phone and sign them up for mailing lists they don’t want. he might replace a family photo with something else. or maybe just hide behind a wall and jump out and scare someone when they walk by!! PRANK CALLS. classic.

- he’s really funny. like really fucking funny. without even trying. and boy does he love to make people laugh. he’s comedy gold and a pro with the one-liners.

- after drinking he will fall asleep ANYWHERE. on the floor, in a chair, under a desk, on top of a desk, he could fall asleep standing up. all his friends have pictures of him just sleeping in strange places.

#mystic messenger #zen mystic messenger #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jihyun kim #v mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #mysme 707 #seven mystic messenger #jumin han

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cha-lyn · 4 years

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Milk & Eggs - Thirteen

Farmer!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2434

Summary: Small Town /Farmer Bucky AU // Reader leaves the city to go live with her grandma. She meets an attractive farmer and, no, they don’t hit it off.

Warnings: fluff and some angst. tiny baby farm life.

A/N: It’s been a minute..... 🙃 thanks for sticking around guys.. As always I love the feedback/likes/reblogs 💛 i have the next the next two chapters done so it won’t be another 6 months lol

Master List // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

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The next morning you wake up naked and alone, much to your disappointment. You shiver and pull the single sheet around you. You inhale his smell as you nuzzle into the pillow. On Bucky’s pillow is a sticky note.

Choring. Be back soon.

You grin, curling up further and deciding to wait for your man in the warm bed instead of venturing out into the cold. Of course, you fall back into a light sleep, the shifting of the bed stirring you awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” Bucky smiled down at you, pieces of his hair falling down around his face.

“Join me,” you yawn, lifting the sheet and waving him in.

Bucky shakes his head. “If I get in there who will eat the huge breakfast I just made?” He kisses your forehead and gets up going to his chest of drawers. He tosses you a blue long sleeve t-shirt and starts back downstairs. “Hurry up, it’s gettin’ cold.”

Bucky had indeed prepared a feast. Bacon, pancakes for him, waffles for you, orange juice, hash browns and scrambled eggs. You sit down across from a grinning Bucky, crossing your bare legs, wearing only his t-shirt and your panties.

“That shirt looks good on you.”

You grab a piece of bacon and grin. “I agree. You might just never see it again.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Oh, I almost forgot, the livestock fair is next weekend. You still wanna go with me?” You nod, mouth already full of waffle. Bucky grins, stuffing his face, too.

As you rinsed the last glass, Bucky traps you in his arms, “Do you have to go bake now?” He sounded pitiful.

“I have a few minutes before I have to leave… Why what were you wanting to do?” You couldn’t suppress your smirk. Bucky’s rough hands slip under his own soft t-shirt. “Stop teasing,” you whine.

He scoffs, “You’re the one the that’s teasing. Skippin’ around my house in nothin’ but my t-shirt. Not even any pants on,” his lips brushing your ear, making you shiver.

You turn to face him, “Well. What do you want to do about it Buck?”

He snaps your hips towards him, “Just take you back upstairs. Ya know.. Help you change outta this.”

“Yes, that does sound like a two person job. What are you waiting for then?”

Bucky wasted no time dropping his hands to your thighs to pick you up and carry you straight back to his bedroom, giggling and kissing the whole way up.

The next week went by fast. You were busy at the bakery and Bucky was busy training the already hired Sam at the ranch. There had been some logistical issues--Sam accepted the job, but was struggling to find a place to live. You talked Bucky into letting Sam stay at his house while he looked. The pros of that were that Sam is absolutely hilarious and a great cook. The con was that you didn’t get to walk around with no pants on anymore.

Friday rolled around and as you rolled out fondant at the shop, the front bell rang. You peek around the corner, eyes falling on a gorgeous man covered in dirt.

“Hey slick.”

“Hey stranger.”

“Stranger? You saw me this morning.” Bucky leaned on the counter.

You leaned in to meet him, giving him a kiss, smelling the faint smells of dirt, sweat and coffee. “Was that this morning? Feels like days ago.”

“We didn’t get much sleep last night. Which is why,” out of nowhere a coffee cup appears, “I thought I’d stop by and bring you some caffeine.” Your face almost broke from smiling so hard. “And to remind you that we have to leave at 7am tomorrow.”

Your face fell and your eyes narrowed.

“You don't have to go, doll, really,” he reasoned. “It’s just a bunch of stinky animals.”

“Ugh, no I want to, I just want to go later,” you whine as you put a bear claw in a bag for him.

Bucky laughed as he stood to leave. “Sorry, no can do. We will stop for coffee on the way, though, promise. Bring your chorin’ boots when you come tonight, auctions tend to be muddy places.”

“Look at you assuming I’m coming over tonight.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Damn, lack of sleep makes you sassy. Don’t worry, I'll sleep on the couch-- let you get plenty of sleep tonight to make up for the last.” You scoff at him as he wiggles his eyes, hand already in the togo bag. “Thank you! See you tonight,” he leaves with a wink.

Bucky has you up at 6:30 am the next morning. You're dressed and upright, but not really awake. Sam was up, cracking jokes at the ungodly hour and trying to break your scowl as he flipped pancakes and scrambled his eggs. You and Bucky don’t actually leave until 7:08 because of your sluggish ass. (You’d forgotten where you left your boots and then misplaced your rain jacket. Miraculously, Bucky fought the scowl threatening to invade his face because you’re fuckin’ cute when you’ve just woke up.) Despite your moody slowness, Bucky kindly lets you sleep most of the way, waking you up when you're one town away.

“Hey wake up doll,” he reaches over, gently rubbing your shoulder. “C’mon, wake up. We’re close.” As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, Bucky pulls into the drive through of the only Starbucks in a hundred mile area. “You want your usual?”

You nod, “And an extra shot please.”

Bucky chuckles, ordering your drink perfectly, “I’ve never seen someone sleep so soundly on the road.”

You smile, “I trained myself to sleep in almost every car ride. I used to get really car sick as a kid. Road trips sucked, so I just slept through it. Still do.”

Bucky smiles, handing you a hot coffee and immediately sipping his. “So, the game plan for today is to buy three goats--one billy and two does.”

“Mmm and a dog.” Bucky raises his eyebrows as he merges back onto the interstate. “You said you might get one to help the herd or something.”

“Yeah, but now I have Sam to help with that.”

You roll your eyes. “If you get a dog maybe I’ll come over more,” you joke.

Bucky laughed, “You’re over all the time, slick. You come over anymore and you’ll have to move in.”

You choked on your sip, hot coffee burning your nose. Bucky’s eyes cut your way, watching you pick at your fingers.

“Uh… That was a joke…” he says unconvincingly.

You cough out a laugh, just as unconvincing. “Oh good. ‘Cause we barely know each other…”

“What do you mean?”

You blink at him, “There’s a lot we don’t know about each other Buck. Like a lot.”

“What better way to get to know each other than living together? Hypothetically,” Bucky shrugged.

You looked at him incredulously. “Whoa. Bucky. We are nowhere near that step,” you scoff.

“I’m just saying hypothetically, but whatever. We’re almost there. To the auction… not where ever you say we aren’t,” he said, voice clipped as he stared straight ahead.

You sense the shift in the truck. You’re not sure how to recover from this, but you don’t have to just yet.

Minutes later, you see a field full of pickups and trailers and behind them, tents and pens and more farm animals in one place than you’d ever seen. Bucky pulls into the field, driving the aisles until he finds a spot.

He turns off the engine. Sighing as he takes off his ball cap, running his hand through his hair and replacing the hat. “Ready?” He shoots you a half smile.

You nod returning it as best you can, “Let’s go find some goats.” But no fuckin’ dogs, you scold yourself mentally.

Turns out you love livestock auctions. Bucky loves them more, of course. He’s giddy at the sight of the first four-legged creature he sees. The awkwardness is forgotten quickly and soon it’s all smiles and rows of baby goats. One in particular that caught your eye.

“He was so cute though! I think you should get him.”

“Well, yes, but you’ve said that about all of them, slick. We’ve got to look around--get the best deal. This is an investment,” he said, finding your hand and pulling you on. The two of you patrolled the aisles, looking for the best goats the place had to offer. You passed several tents with pens of hunting and herding dogs and though every fiber of you wanted to stop and oogle over them, you refrained. You hoped Bucky didn’t notice.

After a while your stomach growled, “Stay here a minute doll.” Bucky disappeared into the crowd leaving you to pet a brown and white speckled kid, who bleats at you everytime you let up. You coo at him and rub the little nubs where his horns are barely sticking out.

Minutes later, it had begun to mist and Bucky returned with a basket of fries and two hot dogs. You surrender the baby goat back to the pen and find some hand sanitizer.

“Food! You read my mind,” you grab a crunchy fry.

“Actually, I just heard your stomach,” Bucky notes, chuckling and motioning you under a makeshift pavilion, picnic tables lining the inside of it. The two of you sit across from each other sharing the fries and eating in content silence. Bucky watches you as you happily munch on the fries. Your hair’s adorned with dew beads, some dropping unbothered onto your rain jacket.

You catch him staring and grin, fry midway to your mouth.

He grins back. “Do you like it?” he asks, looking out to the acres of animals.

“It’s awesome. I think I’m a goat person now.”

Bucky chuckles and finishes his hot dog. Once you’ve finished yours the two of you do a couple more rounds, Bucky finally choosing the goats he wanted to take home. The goats are paid for and led back to the truck bed where you help Bucky load them into travel crates. They bleat affectionately at you and Bucky.

“They’re so cute,” you sat rubbing one on the forehead. It nuzzles into your hand.

“Yeah, they are, aren’t they?” Bucky closed the crates. “You ready to go?”

“Of course. I mean you’re in charge. I’m just tagging along.”

Bucky nods. “Let’s go then.” You immediately stretch out when you get in the truck and he chuckles. “Gonna take another nap, slick?”

Your eyes roll. “Now I won't, just to prove a point,” you grin over at him. It’s just eye contact at first, and then it’s not. Then it’s Bucky leaning in and you’re meeting him halfway. His hand creeps up to caress your cheek as he kisses you. He pulls you closer, you bite his lip just hard enough to earn a grin so big it breaks the kiss.

“You’re something else, Y/N. Truly.”

“Not me,” you blush.

His eyes searching yours, looking for an answer. “You really think we barely know each other?”

You sigh, shaking your head, “No, I just--It’s just early in this.” You motion between the two of you. “It’s still new.”

Bucky nods slowly, pulling at a string on his jacket, “Doesn’t mean I don’t know you though. Or that you don’t know me. You know things about me nobody else knows…” he absent mindedly scratched at his left arm, pausing as the rain picked up outside, tapping away at the roof of the truck. “I know your Starbucks order, for hot days and for cold days. I know your favorite wine. I know you hate baking those mini eclairs but you love eating them.”

You’re blushing deeply now. “It’s just really soon, Buck. I don’t know if we’re ready for that.”

Bucky sighs, starting the truck, but leaving it in park. “We might not be completely ready, but I mean… we’re on the way right?”

You bite your lip, blinking at his question. “I don’t--I can’t see the future…” You trial off, extremely unsure of what to say.

Bucky somewhat aggressively shifts into reverse and pulls out of the spot. It’s quiet and tense as he pulls out onto the main road. Neither of you speak for the first 30 or so minutes and you can feel the tension building. You dread this kind of confrontation.

“If you can’t see a future with me, why do you want to get a dog with me? What are we even doing?”

You scoff, which irritates Bucky, “Maybe the dog thing was an ill-timed joke… I never said I don’t see a future with you, I just said I can’t see it. Like right now. I like you a lot, but this also feels like it’s gone so fast and I--”

“I didn’t think you had a problem with how fast it’s going?” Bucky counters.

“I never said I did, Buck.” You rub your temples. You recognize the scenery around you, meaning you’re getting close to not being trapped in his truck. “I just like where we are right now. I don’t wanna overthink what we have.”

Bucky is silent for a long while, until he turns into his driveway. “Can you see it changing one day?”

“Bucky…. Why the sudden need for future plans?”

Bucky puts the truck in park as his fingers beat on the steering wheel. “I think about that kinda stuff I guess. Wanna know what we are doing in this… relationship.”

“I thought we did.”

“We do… I just-”

“It’s fine. I need to get home.I haven’t seen Grams all weekend and we gotta get ready for the week.” You hop out of his truck, digging in your purse for your keys.

He rounds the truck as you find them. “Are you mad at me?”

You look up at him, blue eyes wide with concern. “No.. no. It’s just a lot to think about.” You reach up to fidget with the collar of his shirt, just an excuse to touch him really. It seems to diffuse some of the tension between you.

Bucky looks down at you, “Okay...”

A small smile breaks. “Well, why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? Grams would like to see you.”

Even though it’s not quite what he wanted to hear, Bucky’s eyes brightened. “Tell me when and I’ll be there.” Though you kissed him goodbye slowly, some tension still lingered in his chest. He waved as you pulled away, missing you the moment you were out of sight.

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tantumuna · 3 years

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A prompt for you: Eskel has the flu and Geralt has to make him soup and care for him? Some caretaking fluff!

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Geralt x Eskel | Eskel has the Flu | 1.6k

modern A/B/O fic, Geralt and Eskel have a son named Emiel Alpha!Geralt, Omega!Eskel, Alpha!Lambert, Omega!Aiden

Aiden knocked at the door instead of using the conveniently located doorbell, but the result was the same. Geralt heard it just right after he managed to plate Eskel’s scrambled, unseasoned eggs with one hand. He bounced Emiel up in his arm to get a better hold on him, then left the eggs on the counter as he went back out into the living room. He went straight for the door, fumbling with the lock before pulling it open. Aiden was on the other side of it, his hair pulled up haphazardly into a pony-tail and wearing clothes clearly too big for him.

“At least I put on clothes,” Aiden said, stepping into the house without invitation. He gestured to the fact that Geralt was shirtless, and Emiel was definitely still drooling on his shoulder.

“Not your clothes. What were you and Lambert doing, hm?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely not laundry.”

Aiden went straight for the couch, a seasoned pro at this by now. Geralt always left Emiel’s bag on the couch, and once Aiden had it, he slung it over his shoulders cross-body before turning back towards Geralt. Geralt was still just bouncing Emiel in his arms, trying to keep him quiet.

“Eskel okay?” Aiden asked.

Geralt shook his head. “Not great, but he’ll be fine. Shouldn’t take more than a few days to get this out of him.”

Aiden nodded, then yawned. He cleared those last few steps and held his arms out, fingers grabbing in the air as a quick gesture to give him Emiel. Geralt twisted Emiel in his arms, but not before giving him a quick kiss on the head. Then, he handed Emiel right over.

“Be good for Aiden,” Geralt said. “Cause Lambert whatever trouble you want, little man.”

Aiden snorted. “Better not.” He shifted Emiel up into his arms, and Emiel made himself comfortable almost immediately. “Gonna go home and get right back in bed, and if Emmie doesn’t like it, we’re gonna have hands.”

Geralt gave a fond smile, watching as Aiden touched at Emiel’s face.

“Alright, get out of here. I gotta go check on Eskel.”

“Flu, right?” Geralt hadn’t exactly forgotten to mention.

“Yeah. Want to make sure he’s okay. Take care of Emiel, okay?”

Aiden gave a noncommittal noise as an answer, but then headed straight back for the door. He plucked it open, tugged the lock, and stepped right back out as if he’d never been there. With him and Emiel out of the picture, Geralt had all the time in the world to take care of Eskel. That was, at least, until he needed to go to work. Hopefully, Eskel would at least be on his way back to sleep.

Geralt went back for the plate of eggs and made sure to grab a fork from the drawer. He stuck that in his mouth, put his little cup of pills on the plate with the eggs, and grabbed the glass of water with his free hand. Perfect. He hurried back up the stairs and backed his way into the master bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. Eskel was right where he’d been left, lying on the side of the bed with his shoulders hunched and hands up by the pillow.

“Hey, babe,” Geralt muttered through the fork. He got to setting things down on the nightstand as Eskel opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Brought food?”

Geralt nodded. “Meds, too. Get you hopped up enough you can get back to sleep.”

Eskel quirked a small smile, shifting himself up to take the little cup of pills Geralt offered him. He took it, then swallowed the pills down with a gulp of water. He saw the eggs but decided to lay down instead. He could try to swallow those down later. For now, the pills were about all he could manage. Eskel rolled onto his back and got himself as comfortable as he could, resting his hands on his chest.

“Aiden came by already and got Emiel.”

“Oh,” Eskel muttered, though it sounded nearly like a whimper. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Geralt looked down at him. “No, and you weren’t going to get to. You have the flu, Eskel. I was not going to bring our nine-month old in here.”

“But you got to see him.” Eskel rolled onto his side, grasping at Geralt’s hips. He was being petulant.

“I’m not sick. Good chance I didn’t get sick just checking on you this morning, either.”

“My baby.”

Geralt sighed and put his hand in Eskel’s hair, petting it back. Eskel really wasn’t awake or thinking straight, but that was all the better reason to assume he did have the flu. Realizing that Emiel really was gone probably didn’t feel great, either. Eskel had only just finished his six month maternity leave, which meant leaving Emiel with someone else was still raw. Until those six months were up, Eskel spent every waking second of his day with Emiel. Now, that wasn’t the case.

“I know, I know. He’ll be back when you get better. You don’t want him to get sick, do you?”

Eskel shook his head, but he sighed. “Miss him.”

“He’ll be okay. Let’s try to get some food in you, then you can get back to sleep.”

Eskel nodded. He opened his eyes again and pushed himself up to his elbows. He could easily have grabbed the fork and the plate and fed himself, but he couldn’t go for it faster than Geralt did. Next thing he knew, Eskel was just letting Geralt feed him. It was fine. As much as Eskel would have preferred to just feed himself, he could see how happy Geralt looked getting to take care of him.

When the plate of eggs was empty, Eskel laid back down, and Geralt set the dirty dishes back onto the nightstand. As Eskel got comfortable, Geralt grabbed the blankets and pulled them up, but Eskel pushed them back down.

“Hot,” he said.

“Okay. I’ll get you a water bottle. What about new clothes?”

Eskel just shook his head. “Water’s fine.”

“You gonna stay in bed all day?”

Eskel nodded slowly, his eyes already drooping shut.

“Okay. I can get the TV set up for you—”

“I’m fine, Geralt. Just water. Get back to sleep.”

Geralt gave a weak smile, reaching out to pet back Eskel’s hair again. He knew Eskel didn’t like to be taken care of, not like this. It’s why it was such a rare occasion. Geralt was going to do it anyway, of course, and Eskel couldn’t stop him. He was stuck in bed, panting and sweating and just hoping he would be able to fall back asleep.

While he rested, Geralt got up and did everything that Eskel told him he didn’t have to do. He rummaged around in their closet to find Eskel a good change of clothes and set them on Eskel’s nightstand. They didn’t usually keep a TV in their bedroom, because they had a perfectly good one in the living room, but they had a small one that Geralt could move in and out of the hall closet when he needed to, and he did just that. He hadn’t had to set it up since Eskel and Emiel came home from the hospital, but now was as good a time as any.

By the time the TV was set up, Eskel was well on his way to going back to sleep. That gave Geralt the time to hurry back downstairs and into the kitchen. They had an entire cupboard full of water bottles, and Geralt just picked the biggest one to fill up. Half with water, half with ice, and then Geralt went right back upstairs. He grabbed a coaster from the coffee table on his way up to put on Eskel’s nightstand, and the water bottle went right on top.

“You’re an asshole,” Eskel muttered. One eye was cracked open so he could see what Geralt had done. Was doing.

Geralt took his seat on the side of the bed and smiled. “I know.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Eskel’s temple. “You’re welcome. Get some sleep, babe.”

“Will you?”

“Yeah. Crawl right over you.”

“Do not. I will bite you.”

Geralt laughed to himself but respectfully did not crawl over Eskel. He got up and turned the lights off before winding back around the bed and crawling into his own side. Eskel had kicked down the blankets, but Geralt pulled one up to cover himself as he settled back down. The moment he laid down, Eskel flipped towards the middle of the bed.

“Roll over,” Eskel muttered.

Geralt raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t bother asking. If Eskel needed something, he was more than happy to provide it. Geralt turned his back to Eskel, then, at Eskel’s own request, and settled himself down in the blankets. The moment he stilled, he felt Eskel press against his back. Eskel threw one arm over his waist and just left it there, resting his cheek right between Geralt’s shoulder blades.

“Don’t wanna get you sick, either,” Eskel muttered. “When can I have my baby back?”

Geralt gave a weak smile, his eyes still closed. “This weekend. Just get better, Eskel.” He patted Eskel’s arm. “Can have Emmie when you’re not sick.”

Eskel’s response was a low hum, but he didn’t argue any further. He just rested against Geralt’s back, finding comfort against his alpha’s skin. Geralt was cool, and Eskel was hot. Like that, it didn’t take much longer for Eskel to finally find his way back to sleep.

#geskel #geralt x eskel #geralt of rivia #eskel (witcher)#witcher 3 #the witcher #prompt #laiden #lambert (witcher)#aiden (witcher)#lambert x aiden #plethora-of-ferrets

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sometimes-sleeby-octopus · 4 years

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⚠️ Playing the Game (Part 4):

Feeling Beat and Waiting to Eat

Bright red letters glowed above the crew’s heads with a single word: “Defeat”. Master Doom and Master Hazard were the imposters and had bright blue letters instead of red that read “Victory”. They had teamed up with the other Doom Lords and won. The Doom Lords loud and taunting laughter soon filled the dark room. No one else was laughing.

As they all arrived in the takeoff room, one of two doors opened in front of them. The voice came back to explain.

“You’ll be picking your sleeping quarters right now! The beds are better equipped for comfort. There are eleven with six to the left and five to the right. And there’s a dresser with twelve drawers to right as well. For all your trinkets and important things. Continue on! The next few games will be in an hour and then it’ll be lunch time.”

“Uh, Dr. Fox? Aren’t there twelve of us?” Hawodile questioned.

“Yep,” Dr. Fox responded, typing into the mini interface on her wrist, “According to older documents, the original players consisted of friends, three siblings, and a couple.”

“I guess someone’ll sleep on the floor?”

“Two people will have to share. It’s probably not a great idea to sleep on the floor since, you know, space and darkness."

"Oh. I should probably sleep by myself soo...”

"Any volunteers?”

Not a peep came out of anyone. Dr. Fox sighed.

“On the count of three, the last two to say ‘Not it’ have to,” she declared, “One, two, three-“

“NOT IT!” everyone shouted.

Master Frown and Master Papercut were both a beat off. Frown was swearing in his head. Of all people, why me and this dingus? he thought. Master Papercut was unbothered, but the rest of the Doom Lords we're laughing again. Brock slowly raised his hand.

“Uh, me and Frown share a bed at home. Sorry I didn’t say anything sooner,” Brock mumbled.

Should I be embarrassed, nervous, angry, or relieved? Frown pondered.

"So, uh, I guess us two could share instead. Only if Master Frown is okay with it though."

Frown didn't know if it would worse or better. He gave a stiff nod. Dr. Fox only shrugged.

"I suppose that's settled then. Time to relax!” she cheered.

Avoiding each other’s eyes, the pair sat on opposite sides of their bed.

”Uh, thanks, Brock,” Frown murmured.

“Yeah, no problem, dude,” Brock replied.

The two were still a bit nervous to bring up the first game (or anything at all), so nothing more was said.

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The second game had started and paranoia was starting to arise. All the participants were at least a bit wary of each other now, which had its pros and cons. Unikitty and Puppycorn were being more careful now. Meanwhile, Frown and Brock were even more avoidant of conversation and each other. A mutual feeling between all of the participants was the desire to eat. Apparently fearing for your life works up an appetite.

Out of nowhere, everyone spawned at the cafeteria table. No one could move more than an inch. Dr. Fox sharply inhaled.

“Okay, who pushed the big red button?” she asked.

“My task thingy beeped, so I thought I had to press it! I like pushing buttons!” Puppycorn answered.

“First of all, never push a button if you don’t what it does. You could have blown up the ship. Second of all, apparently we have to vote for someone?”

“I’m voting for Puppycorn!” Unikitty said.

“Aww, thanks, sis!”

Puppycorn wagged his tail.

“Due to the color of the button and what it does, I think it consequences are likely negative for the person we vote for,” Dr. Fox explained.

“Oh no! I can’t change it! I’m so sorry, Puppycorn!”

“I don’t want bad things to happen to me!”

The two siblings started to bawl.

“Nobody panic, none of us can really die forever anyway! Just vote for someone suspicious. That is the most logical solution since we’ve got less than thirty seconds left.”

The votes were too scattered for anyone to be voted off the first time. So far, Dr. Fox, Brock, Master Papercut, and Master Pain were the suspects.

Hawodile began pressing the emergency button excessively throughout the game. It was very annoying, especially to imposters. Only Richard and Score Creeper were killed after five meetings. The votes had done nothing so far.

The sixth meeting was when things changed. Puppycorn and Unikitty had died and the votes were displayed:

Dr. Fox had three votes. Brock had four votes. Master Pain had five votes.

Light indications on the floor lead to a metal room on the outer part of the ship. It was a storage room with an ejection button outside.

“Unfortunately, Cyan has been voted off. Please step into the room, Cyan.”

Master Pain begrudgingly complied, cursing everyone else. The rest of the participants were staring, confused.

“Any participant other than Cyan must press the button. You have twenty seconds before they will be automatically ejected.”

“Ejected?!” everyone exclaimed.

In the shock of it all, no one pressed the button. It didn’t seem it would make much of a difference in the end.

“Initiating automatic ejection...”

The crew couldn’t look away as Master Pain was shot into space, drifting until she was but a speck and subsequently, gone.

“Sadly, Cyan was not an imposter. Two imposters remain.”

Before Hawk could press the button again, the crew was defeated once again. Master Pain had come back after the round, the same as ever. Even so, doom lords were doom lords and death was death. When lunch time came, no one was really hungry anymore. only ate to keep strength. They had many more games to play, if they could even be called games anymore.

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neurosengarten · 4 years

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• Learn how to learn from those you disagree with, or even offend you. See if you can find the truth in what they believe.

• Being enthusiastic is worth 25 IQ points.

• Always demand a deadline. A deadline weeds out the extraneous and the ordinary. It prevents you from trying to make it perfect, so you have to make it different. Different is better.

• Don’t be afraid to ask a question that may sound stupid because 99% of the time everyone else is thinking of the same question and is too embarrassed to ask it.

• Being able to listen well is a superpower. While listening to someone you love keep asking them “Is there more?”, until there is no more.

• A worthy goal for a year is to learn enough about a subject so that you can’t believe how ignorant you were a year earlier.

• Gratitude will unlock all other virtues and is something you can get better at.

• Treating a person to a meal never fails, and is so easy to do. It’s powerful with old friends and a great way to make new friends.

• Don’t trust all-purpose glue.

• Reading to your children regularly will bond you together and kickstart their imaginations.

• Never use a credit card for credit. The only kind of credit, or debt, that is acceptable is debt to acquire something whose exchange value is extremely likely to increase, like in a home. The exchange value of most things diminishes or vanishes the moment you purchase them. Don’t be in debt to losers.

• Pros are just amateurs who know how to gracefully recover from their mistakes.

• Extraordinary claims should require extraordinary evidence to be believed.

• Don’t be the smartest person in the room. Hangout with, and learn from, people smarter than yourself. Even better, find smart people who will disagree with you.

• Rule of 3 in conversation. To get to the real reason, ask a person to go deeper than what they just said. Then again, and once more. The third time’s answer is close to the truth.

• Don’t be the best. Be the only.

• Everyone is shy. Other people are waiting for you to introduce yourself to them, they are waiting for you to send them an email, they are waiting for you to ask them on a date. Go ahead.

• Don’t take it personally when someone turns you down. Assume they are like you: busy, occupied, distracted. Try again later. It’s amazing how often a second try works.

• The purpose of a habit is to remove that action from self-negotiation. You no longer expend energy deciding whether to do it. You just do it. Good habits can range from telling the truth, to flossing.

• Promptness is a sign of respect.

• When you are young spend at least 6 months to one year living as poor as you can, owning as little as you possibly can, eating beans and rice in a tiny room or tent, to experience what your “worst” lifestyle might be. That way any time you have to risk something in the future you won’t be afraid of the worst case scenario.

• Trust me: There is no “them”.

• The more you are interested in others, the more interesting they find you. To be interesting, be interested.

• Optimize your generosity. No one on their deathbed has ever regretted giving too much away.

• To make something good, just do it. To make something great, just re-do it, re-do it, re-do it. The secret to making fine things is in remaking them.

• The Golden Rule will never fail you. It is the foundation of all other virtues.

• If you are looking for something in your house, and you finally find it, when you’re done with it, don’t put it back where you found it. Put it back where you first looked for it.

• Saving money and investing money are both good habits. Small amounts of money invested regularly for many decades without deliberation is one path to wealth.

• To make mistakes is human. To own your mistakes is divine. Nothing elevates a person higher than quickly admitting and taking personal responsibility for the mistakes you make and then fixing them fairly. If you mess up, fess up. It’s astounding how powerful this ownership is.

• Never get involved in a land war in Asia.

• You can obsess about serving your customers/audience/clients, or you can obsess about beating the competition. Both work, but of the two, obsessing about your customers will take you further.

• Show up. Keep showing up. Somebody successful said: 99% of success is just showing up.

• Separate the processes of creation from improving. You can’t write and edit, or sculpt and polish, or make and analyze at the same time. If you do, the editor stops the creator. While you invent, don’t select. While you sketch, don’t inspect. While you write the first draft, don’t reflect. At the start, the creator mind must be unleashed from judgement.

• If you are not falling down occasionally, you are just coasting.

• Perhaps the most counter-intuitive truth of the universe is that the more you give to others, the more you’ll get. Understanding this is the beginning of wisdom.

• Friends are better than money. Almost anything money can do, friends can do better. In so many ways a friend with a boat is better than owning a boat.

• This is true: It’s hard to cheat an honest man.

• When an object is lost, 95% of the time it is hiding within arm’s reach of where it was last seen. Search in all possible locations in that radius and you’ll find it.

• You are what you do. Not what you say, not what you believe, not how you vote, but what you spend your time on.

• If you lose or forget to bring a cable, adapter or charger, check with your hotel. Most hotels now have a drawer full of cables, adapters and chargers others have left behind, and probably have the one you are missing. You can often claim it after borrowing it.

• Hatred is a curse that does not affect the hated. It only poisons the hater. Release a grudge as if it was a poison.

• There is no limit on better. Talent is distributed unfairly, but there is no limit on how much we can improve what we start with.

• Be prepared: When you are 90% done any large project (a house, a film, an event, an app) the rest of the myriad details will take a second 90% to complete.

• When you die you take absolutely nothing with you except your reputation.

• Before you are old, attend as many funerals as you can bear, and listen. Nobody talks about the departed’s achievements. The only thing people will remember is what kind of person you were while you were achieving.

• For every dollar you spend purchasing something substantial, expect to pay a dollar in repairs, maintenance, or disposal by the end of its life.

•Anything real begins with the fiction of what could be. Imagination is therefore the most potent force in the universe, and a skill you can get better at. It’s the one skill in life that benefits from ignoring what everyone else knows.

• When crisis and disaster strike, don’t waste them. No problems, no progress.

• On vacation go to the most remote place on your itinerary first, bypassing the cities. You’ll maximize the shock of otherness in the remote, and then later you’ll welcome the familiar comforts of a city on the way back.

• When you get an invitation to do something in the future, ask yourself: would you accept this if it was scheduled for tomorrow? Not too many promises will pass that immediacy filter.

• Don’t say anything about someone in email you would not be comfortable saying to them directly, because eventually they will read it.

• If you desperately need a job, you are just another problem for a boss; if you can solve many of the problems the boss has right now, you are hired. To be hired, think like your boss.

• Art is in what you leave out.

• Acquiring things will rarely bring you deep satisfaction. But acquiring experiences will.

• Rule of 7 in research. You can find out anything if you are willing to go seven levels. If the first source you ask doesn’t know, ask them who you should ask next, and so on down the line. If you are willing to go to the 7th source, you’ll almost always get your answer.

• How to apologize: Quickly, specifically, sincerely.

• Don’t ever respond to a solicitation or a proposal on the phone. The urgency is a disguise.

• When someone is nasty, rude, hateful, or mean with you, pretend they have a disease. That makes it easier to have empathy toward them which can soften the conflict.

• Eliminating clutter makes room for your true treasures.

• You really don’t want to be famous. Read the biography of any famous person.

• Experience is overrated. When hiring, hire for aptitude, train for skills. Most really amazing or great things are done by people doing them for the first time.

• A vacation + a disaster = an adventure.

• Buying tools: Start by buying the absolute cheapest tools you can find. Upgrade the ones you use a lot. If you wind up using some tool for a job, buy the very best you can afford.

• Learn how to take a 20-minute power nap without embarrassment.

• Following your bliss is a recipe for paralysis if you don’t know what you are passionate about. A better motto for most youth is “master something, anything”. Through mastery of one thing, you can drift towards extensions of that mastery that bring you more joy, and eventually discover where your bliss is.

• I’m positive that in 100 years much of what I take to be true today will be proved to be wrong, maybe even embarrassingly wrong, and I try really hard to identify what it is that I am wrong about today.

• Over the long term, the future is decided by optimists. To be an optimist you don’t have to ignore all the many problems we create; you just have to imagine improving our capacity to solve problems.

• The universe is conspiring behind your back to make you a success. This will be much easier to do if you embrace this pronoia.

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guiltysecretpasttime · 4 years

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The Airbender’s Wife (Chapter 3)

Note: Here’s the next chapter 😊 I have a rough outline of the rest of the story; all is left to actually put it all into writing. As you may have noticed, the plot more or less happens on the outskirts of what we see on season 1 of LoK with a Linzin AU focus. Let me know what you think 😊

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The next few training days were not any better.

In between training one-on-one with Tenzin and having sessions with the air acolytes, Korra felt she had not progressed as much as she should have. She was disappointed at herself – she had been able to grasp most of the other bending forms quite easily. Aligned with the worry of her other bending masters, she was adept in comprehending the physical aspect of her training but lacked connection with the spiritual side. Everyone knew that Air was the most spiritual among all the elements. This was also why she was training with Mr. Spiritual himself. There was no hint of disapproval from Tenzin, which made it worse.

The Avatar quickly fell into the routine.

Each morning would begin with meditation with Tenzin. The rest of the day would depend on the Airbending master’s schedule.

Korra would either have a training session or asked to join the Air Acolytes’ classes to learn more about the Air Nomad culture. On days that Tenzin was needed at city hall, Korra would be left to her own devices. On other days, Tenzin was able to work remotely from his home office and so is able to supervise training at the island.

One of the first things that she did back in Republic City was to request to go to the library, which pleased Tenzin a lot.

The teenager decided to brush up on the recent history, taking time to take seriously the reading lists that the White Lotus gave her years ago. She had also gone to the archives to just catch on what the press had been saying about the previous Avatar and his family, and by extension the currently last Airbender and his wife.

Aside from satisfying her curiosity, she felt she owed it as much to learn about her hosts to ensure she does not say anything offensive or taboo. Not that the airbender or the metalbender seemed to care a lot anyway.

Chief Beifong, meanwhile, as her husband mentioned previously, did not have regular hours. Korra cannot recall the last time she had seen the woman at the island aside from night of the Pro-bending match. At most, she would see Tenzin having short calls at night (“Yes dear, I understand.” A pause. “Mhmm, take care, okay? Yes, Korra’s here safe. What? Why would she need to blend in the crowd?” Another pause. “That makes sense, yes, the public knows that Avatar is from the Water Tribe.” A sigh. “Yes, dear. Stay safe.”).

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Korra had reached the top step of Republic City Hall, having come from exploring the city after spending an hour at the library. It was almost time for Tenzin’s office hours to be over. She was surprised to see the airbender standing in the foyer already.

“Ah, there you are, Korra.” Tenzin strode towards her. “Let’s go.”

“You’re done for today?” The councilman usually waited until the last minute before packing up. Then again, Korra did observe that Tenzin seemed to be disquieted by something in the past days.

“Yes.” He replied brusquely as he quickly exited the building, robes billowing in his wake.

“Uh – the ferry is that way?” Korra stopped and pointed to the opposite direction which Tenzin was heading towards.

“We’re dropping by somewhere first.”

Korra jogged beside him to keep up until they found themselves entering the police headquarters.

“Ah, Councilman Tenzin, Avatar.” The Deputy Chief greeted them as they entered arrived at the floor of the Chief of Police’s office, hands behind his back. “I wasn’t aware that you had an appointment today.”

“We don’t,” Tenzin responded still in that somber tone. “I’m here as Lin’s husband. Would you know where she is?”

Saikhan cracked a smile, barely perceptible but it was there. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Korra fidgeted by the balls of her feet. The last time she was in the presence of the deputy chief was when she was in the interrogation room more than a week ago. She figured that it might be a regular occurrence for Tenzin to drop by, judging by his reaction.

Tenzin released a heavy sigh. “How long has she been in?”

“She’s been here for close to four days,” The metalbender consulted his watch. “Four days entering the fifth day in a few minutes actually.”

“Four days?!” The teenager blurted out in shock. “That’s how many working hours?” She knew she had not seen the police chief recently, but she thought she just did not see the woman’s comings and goings from the island.

“Too many.” The grim airbender crossed his arms. “Didn’t she leave headquarters at all?” Korra remembered that the couple also owned property in the city; she supposed that Lin could have gone home there instead of Air Temple Island.

“She’s been out from time to time on case-related activities,” Saikhan responded with a frown. “But no, Chief spent the rest of the time here.” Chief’s husband tsked quietly at hearing this. “Right now, she’s finishing the last training class of officers and detectives.”

“I didn’t know it was time for the refresher exercises?” Tenzin looked towards the end of one of the corridors, which was connected to the stairwell of the training rooms.

“It’s not. The Chief decided to have mixed group sessions specifically for non-bending forms and techniques.”

“Oh?”

Both Tenzin and Korra were curious; after all, the police department was initially established with the elite metalbenders as the main members.

“With the rising anti-bending sentiment on the streets, the force needs to further assure the public that we are a non-biased organization who is out to serve both benders and non-benders alike.” Saikhan said tightly. “The chief saw it fit to equip all divisions with working knowledge of non-bending: both defensive and offensive. Generally, she instructed benders to use bending as a last resort when encountering non-benders in skirmishes. Maximum tolerance and all that – there’s no point in escalating the tension.”

That makes sense, Korra thought.

“I take it there has been some resistance?” Tenzin tugged at his beard, a mannerism that the Avatar was starting to recognize. He was either agitated or pensive. Korra voted for agitation this time.

“Of course,” Saikhan exhaled. “Good thing this happened now though; if it were a couple of years back, when there were just benders on the force or further back when it was all metalbenders, it would have been chaotic.”

Korra recalled reading that the current Chief Beifong had opened the police academy to non-benders early in her term as chief of police.

The airbender agreed. “It would have been more challenging to placate the public if that were the case.”

“If I may speak candidly, Councilman?” The deputy chief asked. Upon Tenzin’s nod, he continued. “Here’s hoping that the city council pass more…progressive laws for Republic City. There’s only so much that we can do to keep peace and order when enforcing some of your more pedantic laws.”

Any reply Councilman Tenzin might have given was cut-off as footsteps were heard coming from the stairwell. A group of sweaty, disgruntled yet subdued looking officers and detectives came rushing towards the showers, murmurs and shouts littering the air.

At the tail of the group was the Chief of Police in her non-metalbender uniform, wet hair stuck to her forehead and nape, towel on her arm, and a water bottle in hand. Both Tenzin and Saikhan noticed her at the same time and set about to approach her when she was intercepted by another uniformed officer.

“Chief, they’re ready for you in the briefing room.”

Lin nodded and strode purposely the room; Saikhan hurrying after her.

Tenzin was used to this occurrence, Korra figured, as he went inside what she supposed to be the Chief’s office.

The Avatar was surprised at the state of the room.

While the paperwork was arranged neatly on the desk (complete with folders, binders, and impressively cascading tabs), other areas of the room was in disarray – obviously, the owner of the office practically lived there.

The side table had several pots of beverages, (Korra sniffed at it – one was tea, two were coffee, and three were probably coffee at some point. She lifted a pot and tried to swirl it – it looked like toxic sludge, then again she would not put it past Lin to be capable to subsisting on bitter sludge just because she can), one empty cup, multiple bowls of partially eaten food (normal pantry food consisting of bread, noodles, some stir-fry and rice), and a metal tray (“Lin being Lin,” Tenzin dipped his head, smiling at his wife’s stubbornness. “She prefers to clean up herself, didn’t want the staff waiting on her.”).

The couch in the room was a little bit better; a folded blanket was placed on top of two pillows at the end (“She didn’t even bother to rest at the sleeping quarters.”).

Tenzin snuck a couple of packets of biscuits (which the teenager puzzled where he got them from) into the Chief’s desk drawers then he began clearing the side table.

As Korra helped him out, she realized that the airbending master has been worried about his wife not being home all this time.

She stopped to peek through the blinds that faced the rest of the floor.

She saw the police chief patiently listening to one of the officers gesturing towards a diagram on the board where several photos and a map were posted. Lin wiped the sweat off her face and took a long drink of water, eyes not wavering from the officer speaking in front. If that look of determination was anything to come by, the Avatar did not think that whatever the Chief was working on that week was not easily solved.

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“Go home, Chief.” Saikhan attempted to get the folder from Lin’s hands after the briefing for the stake-out ended.

“No, the stake-out –.”

“Can be handled by myself and the rest of the team.” At the Chief of Police’s skeptical face, the Deputy Chief opened his hands imploringly. “Chief, we’ve worked together for a lot of years now. I know our protocols by heart.” He eyed her massaging a part of her left shoulder. “And, how many has it been? Eight?”

Anyone who has worked with Lin Beifong knew her philosophy of leaving all the confrontation on the mats. Having personal issues and altercations with fellow policemen on field or while on the beat may pose security concerns. It could also be a matter of the operation’s success or failure. She had then allowed sparring (regulated sparring, that is) at headquarters to get them to let off their steam.

With her recent focus on the integration of non-bending techniques, there have been a couple of people on the force (both detectives and uniformed officers) who were a tad too miffed (and that’s putting it lightly) at this development. At the start of each training session, she opened the floor to anyone who wanted to challenge her. To prove her point, she did not use earth or metalbending while her opponent can use either.

The last time Saikhan checked, there had been less than ten challengers so far.

“Fifteen is the final count.”

“Fifteen!” He was stunned. “So, seven more in the last session?”

Lin shrugged, testing her sore shoulder. “I saved the most difficult group for last.” She has managed to win each of the fifteen matches (Lin idly wondered if that was how her mother felt when she won her Earth Rumble championships back in the day).

“Well, either way, you need to rest up, Chief – you’ll be no good to us if you’re not in tiptop shape.” He half-jested, knowing fully well that his boss can still take anyone down even at her current state. The man received a punch to his forearm in retaliation. “Don’t worry about it, all that is left is the waiting game and paperwork. We can manage.” He waved towards the office, grinning. “And, if anything, I also do not want to be at the receiving end of the last airbender’s tirade should I not be able to convince you to get some rest. Your husband and the Avatar are waiting in your office.”

Saikhan did have a point and she did trust that the man was highly capable in her absence. He also knew very well that when Tenzin drops by as Lin’s husband, Chief Beifong has overstayed at work.

Lin thrusted two files under her arm to him. “Fine but call me as soon as you hear anything.” The man had the audacity to salute her as he shooed her away (“Get some rest, Chief!”).

The past days have been hectic.

The triads were taking advantage of the pockets of gatherings supporting the non-bending movement. Legally, there was not anything the police can do about it. The citizens do have the right of freedom of assembly. There has been no incident that would equate to any law-breaking; all the force can do is wait and observe.

Patrolling schedules were revamped to ensure mix of benders and non-benders per location. Both sensitivity training and non-bending techniques training were quickly delivered to the force. It was short-notice and the timing was tight but Lin believed that it would be better to be prepared than to be caught off guard.

The triads were not making it any better as they were, more often than not, composed of benders preying on establishments owned by non-benders. She had allotted more metalbenders as plainclothesmen in the vicinity to allay their fears. It did stave off crime.

For now, she thought pessimistically. The city never did seem to rest; by extension, neither did she.

Just today, she had given a go signal for stakeout made up of the mostly junior detectives and officers. There was a severe lack of progress in the intelligence reports provided by the seasoned officers. She figured that if this junior team produces more results, the other team would be challenged to step up and shape up.

Tenure was not enough to secure promotions in the force, after all. Spirits know she knew that very well.

She tilted her water bottle back, finishing the rest of her drink. An empty stomach and a sore body never did not make for a happy chief of police.

Another day at headquarters, another day to remind herself why she had to keep going.

As Lin approached her office, she could sense Tenzin pacing inside.

Well, there’s my number one reason.

The metalbender shook her head to clear maudlin thoughts (wouldn’t want to get distracted while on the job, wouldn’t we?) before turning the doorknob.

“Tenzin, Korra – to what do I owe this pleasure of a visit?” She entered the room, shutting the door behind her, correctly assuming that her husband was about to berate her.

“Visit?” Lin could hear the strain in Tenzin’s voice. “This isn’t a visit, Lin. It’s almost a week since you last went home. You’ve practically camped in your office.” The airbender’s robes flowed as he waved indicating the room. “This can’t be healthy, Lin.”

A blast of air escaped as he huffed, causing several paperwork to flutter from her desk.

“Don’t worry, I was just riling you.” Lin could vaguely see the Avatar cautiously watching the exchange from the couch, inching towards the desk to pick up the fallen sheets of paper. “I’m leaving headquarters with you.” She placed a hand on his arm, gripping it and trying to reassure him. “I’ve arranged it all with Saikhan. I’ll just have a quick shower.”

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The next hour found the three of them in an alcove of a popular (albeit expensive) restaurant in the city. Tenzin selected this one as he was sure that they would be granted privacy (that and he knew that the service was quick). Soon their table was silent except for the clatter of utensils and bowls as they dug into their ordered food.

“Are you part Fire Nation?” Korra tilted her head, her face scrunching in disbelief at the amount of spicy on Lin’s plate. She had been unable to resist asking as she watched the metalbender scoop more chili garlic.

“Wouldn’t we all like to know,” Lin mumbled through a mouthful of said spicy noodles, not looking up from her plate.

Tenzin shot a warning look at the Avatar, silently communicating that she does not push the woman. Her heritage was a prohibited topic.

Lin’s nickname before she made chief was Captain Crankypants (though if he were a betting man - which he isn’t, mind you– he would bet that her detectives and officers still called her that away from her earshot). He knew her long enough to know the trick to this was to let her eat first. She was the very embodiment of hangry. It was for this particular reason that he always made sure to have some biscuits on his person. His robes, after all, were voluminous enough to hide a pack or two.

Korra had her mouth form an “O” in curiosity. Lin glared at her to stop her from probing further.

Tenzin thanked the spirits that the usually impulsive Avatar held her tongue.

He could see that other patrons of the restaurant were starting to notice their presence as dinner time approached. It was not like they were particularly inconspicuous – he with his Air Nomad robes, Lin in her particularly striking green attire and of course, Korra’s Water Tribe outfit. He realized that this was what Lin had called about a few days ago – for Korra’s protection, for her to ideally wear something less distinguishable that would mark her as the Avatar.

He tossed a side glance at his wife, knowing that she would probably have noticed the same attention that they were drawing but at the same time wishing that she would not chew him out just yet.

Instead, he discreetly pushed the fried salt and pepper squid to her.

Airbender through and through… redirect, diffuse the situation…

Lin stabbed two pieces of squid and that was that.

Tenzin knew Lin’s moods. He could feel the tension on her shoulders, coiled and ready to pounce at a single trigger. She was too amped-up to be coped in Air Temple Island. He would probably lose her to the earthbending training grounds if he insisted that they go home.

“Where do you want to go after dinner, Lin?”

The woman just continued to chew her food for a couple of moments; Tenzin started to doubt if she heard him.

“What day is it today?” Lin finally asked, chin resting on her hand.

Korra answered for him.

The earthbender turned to him. “There’s a pro-bending match today at the arena.”

Tenzin could feel the heat behind his ears as the Avatar also turned her attention to him. “You want to go to the arena?”

“Yes, why not?” Lin leaned to the back of her seat, where Tenzin’s arm waited, and crossed her arms. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a live match.”

On any other day, he would have tried to dissuade his wife from supporting a spectacle.

However, it wasn’t any other day. He has not seen his wife out of work for almost a week and he was not about start an argument during her first night out in a while.

“Pro-bending match it is.” He said resignedly as he tightened his grip on her shoulder, feeling at least a small amount of tension leave her posture.

I’d count that as a win, he thought, kissing the top of Lin’s head.

---

“Where is Korra? I would think she would be back by now.”

“She’ll be fine. There’s probably a long line at the loo.”

“But still – ouch - did you just punch me?”

“Tenzin, she’s the Avatar. She knows three elements; she can defend herself.”

Grumbling. Grumbling.

“Fine. Move – remove your arm around me, I need to stand up and concentrate– yes. That’s it.” Stomp. “She’s at the players’ platform.”

“She’s WHERE?”

Her hand clung to his robes, keeping Tenzin at his seat. It was all she can do to prevent him from storming down to where she detected Korra was through seismic sense.

“Tenzin,” She hissed as they both sat back down. “People are starting to look at us. Keep it down.”

Lin had selected these particular set of seats so as to not draw any attention to them (well, as minimal attention they could get with a tall bald tattooed airbender clothed in the colors of the sun as they could get). She truly did enjoy pro-bending and she knew her husband was just humoring her tonight. Nonetheless, she was quite contented to sit through his griping throughout the match (“What kind of move was that? That waterbender had the worst form I’ve ever seen.”).

A loud cheer erupted from the crowd as the bell rang, proclaiming the Golden Temple Tigerdillos as the winner of the first round.

As the match went on, the earthbender felt her husband become more receptive to the sport as he started to lean forward in his seat (“That waterbender of the red team is an idiot. Why are they keeping him?”). She laughed at his indignant face (“Where did they even find him; why don’t they kick him out??” “Tenzin, it doesn’t work that way.”); she found his reddening head endearing as he worked himself up on a sport he said was a mockery.

She gave his hand a squeeze.

The airbender looked down at her, seeing a smile on her tired face, the smile reflected by the crinkling at the corners of her eyes.

He returned her smile and he tugged her closer to him.

Maybe, just for now at least, Lin can pretend that they were just an ordinary couple on an evening out rather than the chief of police and the last airbender.

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“Here they are – the Fire Ferrets.”

“Thanks, Toza.”

“Any time, Chief Beifong. Councilman Tenzin.” The burly man lumbered off, muttering a congratulations to the bending brothers.

“Chief, Tenzin!” Korra burst forth, placing herself ahead of the two Fire Ferrets in attendance. “I’m so sorry, I got distracted and I -.”

Tenzin turned to his wife, who had her hands on her hips defensively. “I told you this was a distraction, Lin!”

“What are you talking about? We’re all off duty tonight, aren’t we?” The Chief of Police responded sardonically, gesturing to her overcoat, reminding the airbender that her armor was on the sky bison’s saddle (“I’m calling Oogi tonight – leave your armor there Lin, I’m sure you’ve seen enough of your armor this week.”).

She tuned out the teenaged Avatar’s exuberant storytelling and continued to scan the room with interest.

Even as a follower of pro-bending who occasionally watched matches in the arena, Lin has never been to the player holding room. She noted the brothers – the earthbender, with wide eyes, was pulling at his brother’s sleeve, clearly trying to draw his attention to Lin. She caught the eye of the firebender, recognition dawning on both of them at the same time.

She felt the agitation come in waves from the firebender as indicated by his increased heartbeat. The Chief of Police glanced at Tenzin and Korra, both engrossed in their discussion, then approached the pro-benders.

“So, this is where you both ended up.”

“Yes, Chief Beifong.” The earthbender squeaked out, shifting his eyes between his brother and the policewoman.

The firebender, the older brother, if Lin’s memory served her correctly, inclined his head in as he added. “We’ve been trying to make ends meet – within the law, this time.”

“Good to hear, kid.” She could not resist the slight upturn of her lip. Juvenile delinquents who manage to turn around their lives were quite close to her heart (not that she’d admit it though it was fairly obvious to Suyin for obvious reasons). “You’ve been making quite a stir this season, good job.” It was the most that she could give as a compliment.

“You-you-you’re following pro-bending?” The green-eyed earthbender stammered. “You’ve followed the Fire Ferrets?” He was practically bouncing with excitement. “Mako, Mako! Chief Beifong knows who the Fire Ferrets are!” He stage-whispered to the firebender, Mako.

Mako rolled his eyes while he took off the arm guards. “Well technically, she did know us even before we became the Fire Ferrets.” He moved to clean his helmet.

Isn’t he just a ray of sunshine, Lin thought. He just might grow on me.

“Okay, fine!” A gust of wind got their attention as the airbending master had apparently bowed out to the Avatar and allowed her to spend some time training with the pro-benders in her spare time.

Lin decided that she did not give the kid enough credit. There might be the makings of the diplomat (or politician?) within her just yet if she was able to wrangle this agreement with the airbending master.

“Oof!” A blue blur hit her at the chest.

“Thank you- thank you -thank you -thank you!” Korra held the metalbender in a tight embrace.

Over the Avatar’s head, Lin threw a Tenzin a look, asking for help. The man had the gall to grin widely at her, signaling her to return the hug.

“I didn’t do anything, kid.” Lin gasped out as she awkwardly patted the teenager’s shoulder.

“Is she allowed to do that?” The younger Fire Ferret brother whispered loudly, hand partially covering his mouth, other hand pointing at the waterbender.

Mako looked disinterested while Tenzin shrugged, grin still plastered on his face.

The metalbender narrowed her eyes at him, thinking of ways to retaliate later at home.

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Note: Hmm. So there. Tossed in some thoughts based on headcanons for me like Lin actually liking pro-bending, because, well, she was raised (or minimally raised) by an Earth Rumble champion. And of course, I did not take Tarrlok’s comment about the Chief of Police’s track record sarcastically so I wanted to include bits on how she would have worked on the Equalist issue in the background (because she probably wasn't just a glorified body guard? 🤷🏽 Idk haha). Lemme know as well if you have specific HCs that you have in mind; quite curious too. :)

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My Way or the Highway: Shayne Topp

Word Count: 2765 Summary: No internet leads to an interesting proposition. No smut but nudity, innuendo, and swearing so…

“Well, the internet is still out.”

You looked up from where you had been staring at your phone to see Shayne walking back into the living room. He lifted glass he was holding in his right hand to his lips and took a rather large gulp of the drink inside before he lowered it and flopped down onto the sofa next to you. You pressed the power button on your phone and reached over to set it down on the arm of the couch with a slight sigh falling from your lips.

You looked back at Shayne and raised your brows slightly, “What’re we gonna do now?”

For a Saturday night, the two of you were keeping things pretty low-key considering that, when given the chance, you both had a propensity to have a little too much fun. Work had been kicking both of your asses and you’d made the mutual decision to stay in for the night and just watch Netflix. That had been the plan until a sudden thunderstorm had kicked up and momentarily knocked out the power. The lights had returned fairly quickly but the internet had yet to return.

So, while Shayne had run off when the power first went out, you managed to find your way to his liquor stash to make the both of you a drink. One drink turned to several, so now they both of you were feeling just a little giggly and restless - trying desperately to find something else to occupy your time with until you could resume your Netflix marathon.

“We should play a game,” Shayne said as he got to his feet.

You quirked an eyebrow in his general direction, “What sort of game?”

“We should play Mario Kart so I can kick your ass again,” he laughed, walking over to the entertainment center. He seemed to be rummaging through the different consoles and games that were set up underneath the television. You scoffed softly and rolled your eyes as you lifted your cup up and took a long swig of the mixed drink within. Shayne was always one to try and prove his prowess when it came to certain games and ever since he’d beaten you by two points in the last Mario Kart tournament you’d played together he was lording it over you.

With a small sigh, you leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees and watched Shayne for a moment. He was pulling out what looked like the pro-controllers for his switch which made you let out some sort of disgruntled nonsensical grunt. Shayne looked over his shoulder with a very confused look on his face. “Can I help you, cave person?” he laughed as he stood up straight. You, however, could only roll your eyes at him as you shakily got to your feet.

“Fuck that weak ass Switch shit,” you mumbled.

You gingerly placed your cup down onto the coffee table and made your way over to where Shayne was still standing. You put a hand on his shoulder and playfully pushed him out of the way so that you could bend down to look for what you wanted. “If we’re going to play Mario Kart, we’re going to play it my way,” you mumbled as you started to pull out controllers, “And we’re going to make it interesting.”

“What do you mean interesting?” Shayne asked from beside you, “Like a bet or something?”

Finally, you managed to unwind the controllers you needed and located the game cartridge from the drawer at the bottom of the unit. “Or something,” you chuckled lowly. Shayne gave up on waiting for you to finish setting the game up and went back to the couch, propping his feet up onto the coffee table. You hummed softly to yourself as you switched on the television and inserted the game into the console itself before standing up and grinning back at Shayne.

He swallowed a mouthful of his drink and raised an eyebrow at you, “Mario Kart 64?”

“Not just Mario Kart 64,” you said, walking over with two controllers, “Strip Mario Kart 64.”

Shayne very nearly choked on his drink. He slapped a hand against his chest and let out a loud cough to clear his airway before he looked up at you with a slightly incredulous look upon his face while he attempted to collect himself once again. However, that look quickly melted into a slightly smarmy smile. “If you want me to take my clothes off you could have just asked,” he laughed as he shook his head from side to side slowly.

You rolled your eyes and tossed him a controller, “Shut up and play.”

Shayne reached out to take green controller from you and you sat next to him, holding the bright yellow one in your own hands. “So what exactly are the rules for this?” he asked as he entered the character select screen. You chuckled softly to yourself as you selected Toad while Shayne picked Yoshi. You grabbed you cup again and drained the remaining liquid from within. “If you lose, you take something off,” you said, setting your cup down, “Socks are not individual, so if you’re taking socks off you have to take off both.”

The Grand Prix started fairly civilly with the two of you only really being upset at yourselves or the CPU characters for messing up or screwing you over. You’d both won and lost two of the races which resulted in you losing both of your socks and sweatshirt, while Shayne removed his socks and t-shirt. However, by the second Grand Prix both you and Shayne had had a little more to drink and were getting just a hair upset with one another.

“Fucking… Fuck you, T-Tippy Topp,” you grumbled under your breath as Shayne hit you with a red shell and sped by.

He laughed loudly and glanced away from the screen to look over at you, “What did you just call me?”

The momentary distraction was enough for Shayne to not see that a turn was coming and he ran right off the track. He let out an annoyed shout and started to bounce both of his legs impatiently as Lakitu seemed to be taking his sweet time in fishing him from the depths and returning him to the course. In the meantime, you flew past Shayne and let out a gleeful laugh. “Suck it, Tippy-Topp,” you giggled, turning the corner to see the finish line in sight.

“Stop calling me that,” he shot back with a laugh of his own.

You didn’t pay attention to him and quickly crossed the finish line, getting a first place finish. You held both of your hands above your head in triumph as at least one CPU finished before Shayne had the chance to. Shayne angrily dropped his controller to the ground and kicked at the floor. You set your own controller down next to you on the couch and reached out to grab hold of your drink from the table. “Take. It. Off,” you laughed, taking a sip and raising your eyebrows at Shayne over the rim of your cup.

Shayne grumbled nonsense under his breath and got to his feet so that he could undo his belt, he slipped it from the loops and dropped it to the floor. You watched, expecting him to continue on with his jeans, but he merely sat himself back down onto the couch. You made a very dissatisfied noise and looked over at him with a very dejected look upon your face. Shayne only laughed and reached down to pick his controller up off of the floor.

“You never specified anything about belts,” he shot back, getting ready for the next race.

You narrowed your eyes at him before tearing them away to look back at the screen again. Your hands gripped tighter to the controller as you focused on the race at hand. It took a banana and a well timed green shell to knock Shayne out of first place, a position he had somehow managed to hold for the entire race. He let out a shout of anguish as you drove past him and over the finish line, leaving him behind.

A peel of laughter fell from your lips and you looked over at him with an excited expression on your face. Once he had finished, Shayne allowed his controller to topple out of his hands and to the floor. It landed with a slight clatter on the wooden floor. Without another word, Shayne stood up on his feet and popped the button of his jeans loose before he undid the zipper. A smirk slid over your face as Shayne worked his jeans down his legs and kicked them off to the side. He sat back down on the couch in just his underwear.

Absently, Shayne groped down along the front of the couch to grab the bottle of whiskey that he had sitting there. He twisted the cap off and lifted it to his lips to draw in several rather large gulps of the brown liquid within. You laughed softly and lifted your legs up to sit with them folded beneath you. “Feeling the deep sting of defeat there, Toppers?” you teased with a smirk. Shayne lowered the bottle and looked over at you with a nearly angry expression on his face.

“I’m going to beat that smile off of your face,” he threatened as he grabbed his controller.

It seemed that Shayne took those words very seriously as the next two races he very deftly beat you, leaving you to remove your shirt and your jeans. You very grumpily slumped back against the couch and glared at the screen in front of you. Shayne chuckled and slid closer to you, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you just a little bit closer to his side. He turned his head and nuzzled into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. A shiver rippled up your spine at the feeling of his facial hair scratching at your skin and you huffed softly as you attempted to push him away from you.

“We’re both down to our skivvies… maybe we should call it a night,” Shayne suggested with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

You gritted your teeth and shook your head from side to side. “One more,” you suggested, selecting Rainbow Road, “All or nothing.”

Shayne quirked an eyebrow at you as he pulled away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tightened his hold on his controller and let out a low sort of chuckle. “If you say so, babe,” he said, turning back to face the screen. Growing up, you actually loved playing on Rainbow Road despite the constant complaints from family and friends. It was a beast of a course but you had, at some point, mastered the shortcut at the very beginning of the race, so you felt a little more than confident going against Shayne.

Your acquired a sort of tunnel vision for your portion of the screen, completely ignoring whatever it was that Shayne was doing on his half. “What the fuck, Toad,” you shouted as Toad missed the track completely and fell into the void. You heard Shayne laugh loudly from beside you and you let out a grunt while Lakitu brought you back up onto the course. At this point, you were determined to make the jump but for whatever reason, you couldn’t land it and landed in the darkness time after time.

Finally, you cast a glance over to Shayne’s screen and saw how far ahead he was and you had to make the decision to bail on the shortcut. You had to focus intently but you managed to make it up to the front just as Shayne finished, leaving you to finish behind two CPU characters. You groaned and dropped your controller to the ground.

“Stupid fungus piece of shit. Can’t jump to save his own god damn life,” you ranted, pushing your hands through your hair.

When you finally looked back over at Shayne, he was reclining back into the cushions of the sofa and watching you with a smug, teasing smile on his face. He lifted his brows in your direction and gestured with his hand through the air as if commanding you to continue. “I believe we made a deal,” he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

Begrudgingly, you got to your feet and reached behind your back to start to unclasp your bar. Before you could do that, however, you noticed Shayne get to his feet and stand very close to you. His hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him until you could feel his skin brush against your own with every inhale. Shayne made very deliberate eye contact and slowly slid his hands up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled heavily and when you felt his hands gliding towards you back, you allowed yours to move and grab hold of his shoulders.

His fingers made quick work of your clasp and he very easily removed the article from you body, letting it drop to the floor beside the two of you. You swallowed hard and bit down gently onto your lower lip when you felt his hands slowly begin to slide back down your body. His fingers just barely dipped into the band of your underwear before they moved behind you to grab hold of your ass, which they squeeze tightly.

“Shayne,” you very nearly whispered, staring back at him.

He smirked and ducked his head to place a heated kiss against your lips. You inhaled sharply through your nose and grabbed tighter at his skin while his hands used their grip to pull you even closer and lift you enough for him to gain some leverage in the kiss. His lips worked relentlessly against your own and it was all you could do to keep up. Almost without you realizing it, Shayne’s hands managed to push your panties down to about the middle of your thigh; a fact you were oblivious to until you felt his hands grabbed at the bare flesh of your backside.

You gasped and pulled away from the kiss to stare up at him with wide eyes. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain control over your breath. He took the pause to take a small step back and crouch down. His gingerly slid your underwear down your legs, the barest touch of his skin on your leaving what felt like a trail of fire, and carefully removed them completely to drop them with the rest of your clothes.

When he returned to full height, you looped your arms around his neck and pressed closely to his torso. You could feel your entire body straining within itself, begging for more, and you were sure that Shayne could tell. He let out a low chuckle and ducked his head to press kisses along the side of your neck until he reached your ear. “Y’know, if you want me to fuck you there’s just one little thing you need to say, Y/N,” he breathed against your ear, his hands slowly gliding over your body.

“W-What’s that?” you whispered, your eyes falling shut.

Shayne nipped at your earlobe and you could feel his grin, “That I’m better than you at Mario Kart.”

You froze momentarily before you felt your eyes roll. You lowered your hands to playfully slap at Shayne’s bare chest and push him away slight. “God, I hate you,” you laughed, looking up at him with a smile. Shayne returned your smile and shook his head before ducking enough to very nearly throw you over his shoulder. He laughed loudly as you let out a surprised squeal of a scream and began to head off towards the bedroom.

“It’s a good thing I love you so much then,” he laughed, pushing open the door to your room.

You sighed and pinched him lightly on the side, “I demand a re-match.”

Shayne chuckled and laid you out on the bed, very quickly climbing over you to stare down at you with dark eyes. He smiled brightly and slowly lowered himself so that he was pressing you down into the mattress. His hand came up to card through your hair and you sighed softly at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Later,” Shayne murmured, kissing at your collarbone.

You hummed lowly and nodded, “Later.”

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delaware-lemme-smash · 5 years

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I'd love to see how you think Deku, Iida, and Todoroki would act with their S/O?

Hey! I hope you like these. :D

Midoriya Izuku/Deku

I think it goes without saying that Izuku would be a sweetheart to his s/o. He's kind-hearted, thoughtful, and ecstatic at the thought of being in a relationship in general. The asking-out process was a bit hit-or-miss, because he spent half of it mumbling into his hand, and the other half squeaking out the actual question, but he got there.

He has a tendency to talk about All Might and other Pros he admires, even his fellow classmates/graduates, at the drop of a hat. Even if you're not into Heroes, you're going to know a lot about them, their techniques, their victories, their moves... He lets himself go full fanboy around you.

You'll pick up encyclopediac knowledge of All Might by osmosis. Hell, you might even find All Might accidentally crashing some of your dates because he just has to talk to "Midoriya-shonen!"

Therein lies an issue. Izuku's so dedicated to his training and his Hero work, the amount of time you get to spend with him may suffer.

Furthermore, Izuku can be quite secretive. Not in the sense that you're going to find a second phone full of nudes, but that he might not tell you about One For All, or the issues he's facing using the Quirk. He has a tendency to bottle up his worries and problems, especially if you're not a Pro yourself. You'll hear him mumbling to himself and abruptly stop when he notices you're there.

These things can all be worked out, of course. In general, Izuku is the sweetest guy you could ask for, and has a smile that can literally light up a room.

Iida Tenya/Ingenium

Tenya looks upon his relationship with the same overzealous seriousness he does everything else.

He tries to plan dates to within an inch of their lives. He's going to have to learn that overplanning can kill the fun of something, and you don't need to cram as much fulfillment into each second as possible to have a good date. Appreciate the quiet moments between scheduled kisses, Iida!

I'm poking fun, but if you want a sweet, earnest guy, you don't really need to look further than Tenya. If you want to try new things, he will throw himself into them wholeheartedly.

You rarely have to worry about running out of things to talk about. Just get Iida going on a subject and watch his arms swing around like a robot at a disco. He's great fun. He'll listen to you intently and have at least six follow-up questions to anything you say.

It'll probably do him some good to be with someone a little more easygoing, who has a sense of humour. He can take things so seriously, he needs someone who can slow his roll a little and show him how to take it easy.

That said, being his s/o, he does feel he can let himself loosen up around you. It’s not that he doesn’t feel he has to impress you, but he knows that you won’t judge him if his socks aren’t at perfect right angles to each other in the drawer.

Todoroki Shouto

Shouto will be a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to dating. He's got the looks of a catalogue model and super smarts, but his social skills are somewhat underdeveloped. I think a lot of this can be pinned on his isolated upbringing and Endeavor's emotional and physical abuse. Shouto's come a long way in his years at UA, but dating has always been low on his list under "Make sure Midoriya doesn't get himself killed" and "Master the old man's techniques so I'm better than him".

He isn't sure how to conduct himself in a relationship. His main example was his parents, and look what kind of example that set. Shouto will likely hold himself a little stiff and aloof until he feels comfortable.

Communication is key. He can be very blunt, and doesn't mind someone who is in return. It's easier than trying to figure things out from subtle hints and coming to the wrong conclusion. He's perceptive, but sometimes the 2+2 adds up to jellybean, rather than 4.

Lowkey affectionate. It takes time for it to come naturally to him and he's never going to smother you with it. He tends to do it while you're busy doing something else, like squeezing your shoulder while you study.

He likes it when you borrow his things and give them back smelling like you.

He can be unintenionally adorable or hilarious when he takes things you say too seriously.

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nightkitchentarot · 4 years

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68 Bits of Unsolicited Advice

From Kevin Kelly, editor of Wired Magazine...

It’s my birthday. I’m 68. I feel like pulling up a rocking chair and dispensing advice to the young ‘uns. Here are 68 pithy bits of unsolicited advice which I offer as my birthday present to all of you.