#ray trying to work out why he suddenly really really wants to go on a weird bark tea adventure with fraser: 'huh. i guess i like tea now.'

[springalwayscomes]

To love and pamper: Together

Read to Love and Pamper here

Plot: You’re on the edge. Do the dishes, warm the milk, change diapers, cook lunch, try to get some sleep in between and start all over again; it’s taking you every part of yourself to try and be flawless in raising your daughter. Jungkook is here by your side though; why can’t you just lean on him?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Established Relationship, Parenthood

Wordcount: 3.7k

Content Warning: swearing

Author’s Note: Hello! They are back🥺 I loved writing To love and pamper so much that I had to write a part two. Take this as a gift for our Bangtan’s 10 years!💜 I hope everyone of you is staying healthy and happy these days.

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Early mornings with Jungkook taste like strawberries, extremely sweet. Maybe it’s the way he holds you unconsciously in his sleep, or the way his hot breath delicately hits your face, but it makes you never want to leave. The soft glow coming from the dim light on your nightstand is long gone, the rays of the sun coming from the window slowly took up over the darkness during the night, they touch Jungkook’s features gently, careful as if not to wake him up.

His lips parted, eyes shut and cheeks full, soft snoring. You kicked him tonight, just enough to make him stop snoring too loudly for you to sleep, for at least a bit. It helped until he started again. You wonder why when you have to get up he suddenly starts to snore less, as if to play with you. It makes you want to dive right back between the sheets before you even got out.

You sigh, looking over at Baram. They say that things will be getting better in a bit, that it will be easier, you just have to get used to it. You love her, totally, wholeheartedly, with all of you. But sometimes it just gets unbearable. This is new to you, the both of you. Jungkook is doing better, even though there are still times when he breaks down. It happens to you too, but usually you don’t let yourself slip too much. It’s just that you’re scared; she’s so tiny, so fragile and vulnerable, so defenceless and you have to teach her how to face the world, you have to protect her and lead her through it all, when even you yourself still kind of don’t know how to.

Jungkook’s arms squeeze you tighter, as if he heard your thoughts. It makes you smile, your heart calming for a bit. He still has his eyes closed, his brows furrowed and lips pouting.

«Don’t go» he murmurs, voice low and sleepy. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, sending shivers to your spine as his hair tickle your skin. Your hand reaches them, playing with the strands, his lips leave pecks, soft ones that hold an incredible amount of love, too much even, for this early hours of the day.

It’s comforting, to feel his warmth around you and his hands on your body.

«I have to clean up» you’re not really prone to leave the bed either, but you still try to.

«I can do it later» he whines, holding you tighter. His fingers caress your back, kisses getting down on your shoulder. His hair are disheveled and you know that yours are too, all over the place.

«You have rehearsals,» you let out «and Baram is going to wake up in a bit and I won’t be ready»

«What time is it?» his grumpy voice sends a weird shiver down your spine. You glance at your phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing to protect themselves from the light of the screen.

«Seven and ten» you let him know. Though it doesn’t look like the new information is going to change anything for Jungkook.

«Please, wanna cuddle» he pleads, eyes shut, his digits digging into your skin.

«Kook, I don’t have time for it. It’s the only time I can do things without having to check on Baram, when she’ll wake up I won’t be able to-»

«You’re so noisy» he complains. You let out a huff, trying to get out of his grasp.

«Kook, let go. You can sleep more, just let me go» If only his arms weren’t so strong you wouldn’t have any problems.

«Not gonna» he mumbles. You sigh annoyed.

«Then don’t, but let me go anyway!»

You didn’t mean to, but you raise your voice a little too much. It echoes in the room and you pray every single god that was ever worshipped tha-

Baram breaks out in a cry, loud and angry, incredibly so. For a moment, you still. Suddenly getting up doesn’t feel so electrifying anymore. You force yourself to do it, though. Leave the warm sheets and the soft mattress, sit up and-

«I’ll take her» Jungkook stops you with a hand on your back, a second later he’s already up and standing beside her cradle.

You watch him bend down and narrow his eyes at her, cheeks stained with the lines of the fabric of his pillow and face totally sleepy. He cooes at her, taking her in his arms as carefully as he possibly can. He lulls her a little as he makes his way back to your bed, Baram still crying desperately in his hold.

You sigh and lift the covers.

«Where are you going?» his big eyes skim over your body, upper half covered in one of his shirts, definitely too big for you, legs displayed only for him to see.

«Getting her paci and the diapers» you announce. Jungkook shakes his head.

«She just needs her pacifier, she didn’t poo»

«She will soon!» you tell back. Jungkook huffs, letting you do your thing. This is not the right moment to pick up a fight, even if it’s a little one. With Baram in his arms, his top priority has to be her. So he lulls her, sings a bit at her and wipes her unstopping tears with his thumb, only that finger taking up more than half of her face.

You come back in a minute, pacifier in your hands and a new pack of diapers in the other, wipes blocked between your chest and the inside of your arm. As soon as the pacifier goes into her mouth all of her worries fade away, too distracted with the new element in her mouth. You watch her features soften, face from angry red going back to a pure sweet pink; and so does your heart. With seeing her easing, seeing her stop her cries. It might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but god, do you love her. It’s in moments like this that you realise how lucky you are, when you see her calm down and realise that yes, you’ve got this, at least for now.

Jungkook let’s out a heavy breath, still lulling her from time to time. He gets up slowly and does the same as he walks, afraid that even the slightest hint of movement will disturb your 4 months old baby. He walks in circles, arms swinging from side to side gently and eyes never leaving her face. They look like out of a fairytale, out of a movie. It makes your stomach twist and turn with love, suddenly overwhelmed to the point that a smile graces your features. You watch from afar, his dark locks have become too long to not get in the way of his eyesight, hanging down as he looks at the same eyes as his, closed in a silent sleep. You can’t see his expression because of the strands of his hair, but his smile is contagious. Every time he looks at her, god, the world makes sense. Finally. And to believe that such a beautiful creature, a fragile little soul that still has to go a long way, was made by you and him; that thought renders him breathless all the time.

He walks back to her cradle, carefully laying her down and back under the covers. You let out a sigh of relief and head out of the bedroom, straight to your kitchen. There are so many things to do that you lost count. It’s not like your kitchen is one of those where there’s dirt on the floor and too many piles of dishes in the sink, but it’s not exactly clean either; with Baram waking up every two to three hours of the night your sleep schedule has become a nightmare, both yours and Jungkook. You start to do something, then feel the need to rest, take a nap and go back to do what you were doing, but things like making lunch and dinner or do the laundry, things you cannot actually postpone, take over most of the day. And then there’s work, Jungkook’s and yours. Your schedules have been remade and remade several times to help yourselves with your daughter, but even with all your efforts you always end up extremely tired. Jungkook has rehearsals on his own most of the time, the times he chooses usually don’t fit with the others because of their schedule, so they end up meeting once a week to rehears all together. He still has to go to the outside meetings, wether it is an interview, a new project or a shoot; not all the time, but a great number. It doesn’t happen every day, but three to four days of the week he’s working. You’re okay with it, after all he can’t just say no to his job, you wouldn’t want him to, you know he loves it.

It’s the same for you, after all. Its just that you’re not required to be in a studio to work, at least not one like his. You have one at home, your paintings and the smell of clay filling both the space and the air. So your days go by, busy and stressful but full with love and adoration for your little one.

«What are you doing?» Jungkook is standing at the kitchen door, hair disheveled and eyes still not used to the light of the morning. You didn’t hear him coming out.

«The dishes» you say. He gulps, lips pouty and hands aching to hold you.

«Please come back to bed» he pleads still from the doorway. With how you sigh though, his ministrations seem to change, steps shortening the distance between you and him. He stops behind you, arms on their way to your waist before you block him with your next words.

«I don’t have time to lose, Jungkook»

«You consider it a loss of time to spend some time with me?» He’s annoyed. You can hear it in his voice, how sharp it sounds.

«You know I don’t mean it that way» you shake your head, grabbing another dish from the sink.

«Do you?» his question makes you turn. Eyes gazing at him, his face scrunched up as he’s thinking hard on something. Brows furrowed and lips pouty again, eyes focused in yours.

«It’s been what, two weeks since we last cuddled? Or when we went out together? When I come to bed most of the nights you’re already asleep and-»

«Cause I’m tired?»

«Yes, I am too Y/N»

«Great, welcome to the team» your answer makes him grimace, but it gets worse when you add: «What do you want me to do, spend the only free time I have laying on the bed and doing nothing?»

Jungkook suddenly feels like a cold jet of water is getting sprayed on him. Cheeks burning and blood hot, both angry and hurt. Something deep inside him stings, burns and bends, twisting in all the ways as it tries to break and come out unfiltered.

«Are dishes more important than us? Really?» Your eyebrows raise up.

«When did I ever said that?»

«You’re doing it now» he scoffs.

«Is it so hard for you to relax, just a bit?»

«I’m not! I’m just saying that this is the only moment I have to just-»

«It’s the only moment we’re together too!» he raises his voice a bit, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy, lips pouty. He gulps harshly.

«We’re always busy, is it so hard to just spend some time together?» his voice is trembling, as if he’s on the verge of breaking. It stops your breath, a big tight knot fills up all the space in your throat, your hands drying themselves on your trousers.

«We do it, Jungkook» your voice softens as you let out your words. They make Jungkook’s head shake slowly, he lowers his gaze and fixes it on the ground.

«I just miss you» he whispers. The hurt is clear in his voice, shoulders dropping. You feel your heart tighten, fingertips aching to caress his soft cheeks just at looking at him like this.

«Kook, I’m sorry…» you breathe out, guilt taking over you.

Jungkook hates this. Hates that you don’t spend together as much time as you used to; he knew it was about to happen with the birth of Baram, but still he hates it anyway. He doesn’t blame it on her, because why would he, he could never even if he tried to. But still, he hates it. He misses it, craves for your touch, craves for your caresses, your warmth around him, the feeling of having you close not just in a sexual way but in whatever way possible. He misses spending evenings on the sofa under the covers, soft and sweet kisses layered on each other’s skin in silence and between low giggles, as if they were meant just for the two of you, a little secret fuelling love to your hearts.

«I… I miss you» Jungkook sighs, low and barely hearable, shoulders down and eyes on the ground. Your heart sinks deeper into your chest, heavy and sad at the look on his face. You feel your throat tightening, your eyes sting. You don’t want him to feel abandoned or not important enough, never. But there’s just- too much. Too much things to take care of, too many things to do and to look after, too much effort to try and anticipate the next move, to take care of everything, to be careful about being wrong, that you’re just-

«I know baby, and I’m sorry» you nod, «but I don’t know how to- I’m- I’m just-» your voice trembles and suddenly you’re crying. Crying in sobs, like a little baby, like Baram would.

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you, instantly and so tight it makes you tremble with vulnerability. It’s like a second instinct, to kiss your hair as his fingers dig into your back, careful and pampering.

«I’m sorry» you hiccup, your tears wetting his shirt. You feel so bad for making him feel like this. You spent your time trying to keep everything under control, everything in check and always ready, anticipating every move and every cry, trying to be ready in every condition and situation, you didn’t think-

«It’s okay» he whispers, another kiss lays on your head, «I’m sorry- I’m so sorry baby» he snuffles, shaking his head. His eyes burn, his lips move desperately in pouts, trying to hold back the tears, eyes shut. God, he’s so inconsiderate. So fucking inconsiderate and selfish. You gave birth to another human. You are tired. You’re trying your best. You’re stressed. Trying to have everything under control. And he’s here, complaining about you not cuddling him.

«I’m so sorry, please don’t cry» he snuffles again, voice shaky.

«I’m- I care so much about- y-you» you sob, nuzzling into him. Jungkook wants to drown himself in your tears. His heart swells and shrinks at the same time.

«I know, I know» he shakes his head.

«I should’ve- been more considerate, you- you-» you hold him tighter.

«No, you’re right,» you mumble against his shirt «I was just- so- I feel like I have to be careful of everything and I’m- I’m burning out»

Jungkook knows. He can see it, every time that you anticipate your next moves or the ones of your baby, every time that you let go he can see it that you’re not fully relaxed, that you’re on the edge. But he is here too, he is part of this too. And it makes him feel bad that you don’t rely on him just as half as you rely on yourself. He is your man, your person, your lover and you shouldn’t be the only one burdened; even if he is too, he doesn’t want you to think that you have to hold it all together.

«Rely on me» he snuffles.

«I do it already»

«You don’t do it enough» he lays a kiss on your forehead, and you feel wetness on your skin. He must’ve lost his battle with the tears and gave up at some point. When you raise your glance his eyes are puffy, red with tears and oh, so incredibly deep. It’s like looking at two ponds, so clear and majestic that for a second you lose your focus. His dimples show up as he gulps, trying to gain back his sobriety, cheeks wet.

«Stop holding it all in» Jungkook sniffs and his lips twitch, his voice is shaking and you can feel your heart being wrapped tightly by a fist and being desperately squeezed.

«Let- let it out, you- let it out on m- me» he’s on the verge of breaking, holding back the new tears as they pool into his eyes.

«Ple- please» and so he does. He sobs, and you lose it too. Seeing him so fragile, broken, something snaps inside of you.

«I- I hate not being ab-able to take it away from yo-u» he sobs, lips trembling, fingers digging into your back.

«We chose this to- together» he hiccups, his nose digs into your neck, runny and wet.

«You are- you’re the most- important thing. You and Ba- Baram. I’m part of this too, just- why can’t you let go? I… I- give me some weight»

«I can do it- I know I can but- you won’t let me. Baby, I love you- I-»

You’ve never seen Jungkook so broken. You’ve seen him cry, many times actually, but like this, never. You hate it. All the pain, all the tears, you wish you could take them from him and make them yours, make it all go away. You squeeze him so tight you’re afraid you will leave him breathless, fingers digging into his skin and lips on his neck, kissing away the problems. Then, you realise. And god, it makes you want to slap yourself in the face.

He must be feeling like this. Just the same as you do. It’s unbearable to see him hurting and not being able to do anything about it, but that’s what you’ve been doing all this time too. You wanted to do your best and ended up trying but left him out, only focusing on Baram most of the times.

«I love you so much- that… I don’t know , sometimes when- I feel like I will explode when I look at you, I- I love you that much. Baram is our- our daughter and we’re a family and I’m- I just want to be a good dad-»

«You are, Jungkook» you whisper.

«You are, baby. I’m so sorry, I was-» you shiver and his hands dig deeper into your back.

«I was just on the edge cause I’m not used to this. It’s still all new and I- I just wanted it all to be perfect and I tried so hard that- I lost sight of us. I was so focused, I-»

«It’s not just us» he murmurs on your neck

«It’s you too. I hate seeing you like this, cause- I know you and when I tell you to- when I tell you to relax I don’t do it just for us, I know you need it too. Your brain has to stop working and- you have to know that there’s someone going through this with you»

«Like- earlier, why can’t you just lay down and relax? I know- know that Baram is a lot to handle and she need attention but- you need it too. You need to take care of yourself cause I- I would be…» his hiccups get muffled by your neck, and you feel his lips tremble on your skin. He lays a kiss on it, shaking and shivering.

«I would be lost without you. Totally- lost. Please. Just- I will wash the dishes, fuck the dishes. If they stay there, what? So what? I want us to be fine, I want you to feel supported and support me but if you don’t let me, I- I can’t»

«Please, just… let me help. It hurts, it hurts a lot not to be able to be of any help to my family. Love, I-»

«I’m sorry» you whisper again, tears wetting your cheeks. You cut him out, and you didn’t even realise it. You wanted to be the best for your daughter and ended up only counting on yourself and making him feel useless most of the times.

«I promise you, I promise I will try my best- to let go. I’m- I’m not doing the dishes, fuck the dishes» you hear him laugh lightly, a deep kiss layered down again on your skin.

«I didn’t realise what I was doing. I was just scared. She’s so fragile and little and I was so afraid of doing something wrong. I was selfish, I-»

«You weren’t. You were just scared» he kisses you again.

«We’re together» he whispers. You nod, face hiding in the crook of his neck.

«We’re together» you smile. You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to hold back another hiccup.

«It’s alright now, ssh…» Jungkook holds you tighter, body against yours practically glued together. It doesn’t make you feel spaceless though, it makes you breathe. For the first time in months, you feel like you’re breathing again. Even with your runny nose and the tears on Jungkook’s cheeks, the both of you feel light now.

«I love you so much baby, you don’t even know» he whispers.

«I think I know» you kiss his shoulder. Jungkook smiles, his head leaving the the space of your neck and his starry eyes looking straight into yours. They’re still wet, but the tears have stopped coming out. A bit red, puffy from both the sleep and your cry.

«Come to bed? Until she wakes up. When she does-» he hiccups, «I’ll warm her milk and change her diaper. And the dishes, I’ll do the dishes and you can lay down a bit more? Do you want me to fill up the bathtub? We can take a bath when she falls asleep again»

«Love, breathe» you chuckle, looking at him and his endless rant. You look at him, and god, how lucky you are. That he loves you, and you love him. That he’s yours, you’re so happy he’s yours.

«Yes, that would be perfect» you smile.

Jungkook gulps, cheekbones raising and eyes filling with warmth and affection.

«Let’s go. I want to cuddle for at least two minutes. Do you think she will let us?»

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Beautiful colleague

A/N: Welcome to my fist ever smut, feel free to send all the remarks you want to help me improve. ^~^ Word count: 1708

You woke up thinking it would be another boring day, just another day listening to pointless demands and orders at work, in fact you still ask yourself why do you keep that shitty job, but then you think about your new colleague, and you start to smile. The day she came in felt like a ray of sun after a rainy day, the tall gorgeous blonde was stunning and before you could even say a word, you find yourself tripping on your words, trying to salute her and welcome her in this hell which suddenly became way more interesting. “H-hi, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you said, still astonished by her smile. “Hey, I’m Somi, hope we will do good work together” she started giggling, which made her even more beautiful. Your boss looked at you, “She will be under your commands till you finished teach her all she needs to know, so don’t waste both your time and get to it”, he left you both in your office and locked himself in his. “He looks like a perv”, Somi said, “ like he kept trying to watch down my shirt all the time he was with me” she looked disappointed by that, but you can’t blame your boss, she looks like a walking goddess, her figure could make anyone go crazy and she was overflowing with confidence. “He isn’t a bad guy, it’s not that often that we see woman as beautiful as you here” you started blushing when those words left your lips, “I should learn to think before I speak” you thought, looking in her eyes, afraid to see disgust, but all you saw was a malicious look. “Oh, so you think I’m beautiful ?”, Somi started to smile, “maybe you could help your new BEAUTIFUL colleague learning her job then” “You are going to tease me with that, don’t you”, you laughed, feeling happy to be at work for the first time in months “Yes I am”, she laugh too, “but we should work now”.

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A few weeks have passed since Somi and you were paired, you did your best to teach her all you know, and in exchange, you saw her struggle to take some of the work your boss literally buried you in. “(Y/N), is it normal that you get all that work while I see some colleagues do nearly nothing”, Somi looked pissed, but not because of the amount of work, because you were the one who needed to do it. “Well, that’s because they do nothing that I get to do all the work, to make sure there’s no delay”, you flashed her a sad smile, knowing that it will be another night where you will overwork, “You can go home if you want, you don’t need to lose some sleep because of me”, then you thought “even if I would love to lose some sleep with you”.

Somi started to think, and finally said “No way I leave you alone with all that work, I’ll go get us some food, and your beautiful colleague will assist you as much as she can” she laughed, and you started to feel a bit better.

“Okay, but stop teasing me with that, you know that it slipped out of my head”, you were still feeling shy because of that

“I know, but it’s fun to make you blush”, Somi winked at you, and left to grab some noodle cup at the grocery down the street. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

You decided to close your eyes, to let them rest a bit, and fell asleep before even knowing it, just to woke up on something really smooth, you didn’t remembered going to the couch in your office, but it felt like the best pillow you’ve ever slept on….You slowly open your eyes, just to see something huge in front of your sleepy eyes, it took you less than 2 seconds to finally understand the situation….your head was laying on Somi’s thighs, and what was hiding the light was her chest, you tried your best since she worked with you to not stare at them, but they look even bigger from there. “Oh shit, I’m sorry , I must’ve fell asleep”, you were bright red, and your body was reacting to the heaven sent sight you woke up to. Somi looked at you, and you saw that luscious light in her eyes once again, while she bit her lower lip, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be sorry there, in fact I think I can help you” she said that with a teasing voice. You gulped loudly, “H-how do you want to help me ?”,you try to look anywhere but at her, her hypnotic body making you fail at it. She got closer to you, and whispered in your ear right before biting your earlobe “Maybe I could help you relive some stress, I know how you look at me when you think I’m too busy to notice, but what you don’t know is that it gets me so horny every time” You couldn’t believe what she said, you must still be dreaming, there’s no other way, but you started to feel a hot breath in your neck, followed by soft lips and kisses crashing on it, stealing some light moans from you, as her hands wander on your chest, going lower and lower, till they reach your pants. “So, (Y/N), any commands for your beautiful assistant, I’m here to help you in any way I can” she rub your growing boner through your underwear, and you feel yourself losing your mind and will to stop her faster than you thought possible. “I need to feel your lips down there, my only order right now is that I want you to make me cum Somi”, your mind was too busy trying to keep your sanity intact to ask for more, and at the second she unpacked your boner, you knew nothing would ever feel better.

Somi started to jerk you off slowly, planting her eyes toward yours, her devilish smile letting you know she was waiting this since longer than you. Her lips began to kiss your length from the bottom, her soft hand fondling your balls gently as she started to push the tip of your cock in her mouth.

You moaned, it was truly too amazing to be true, you were getting you cock sucked by the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met, in your office, and she was willing to do her best to help you to relieve your stress, even if deep down, you knew it was just because she was horny and wanting to do that, after all the teasing she did.

The deeper she went, she louder your moans became, she was really skillful, twisting her tongue around and making your cock feel like it’s melting, the gulping sound echoing with your moans, beginning to sound like a sweet music to both of your ears.

Before you could see it, Somi started to play with herself with her other hand, making you even hornier “F-Fuck Somi, I t-think I’m gonna cum if you keep going”, it sounded more like a demand than a complain and Somi happily oblige, sending her throat faster at your throbbing cock.

“Fuuuck”, you buckled up your hips, pushing your cock down her throat and sending your cum there, you thought she would choke on it, but she swallowed it all with no problem, taking your cock out with a smile.

“Such a nice load (Y/N), how long did you planned to keep it for you instead of asking me”, Somi still looked beautiful with her messy hair and her ruined make up, “she is truly out of this world”, you told yourself. “I don’t know, I tried my best to think about anything else that how sexy you are”, you confessed, “But it’s not fair that I’m the only one feeling good there” you pushed her on the couch and slipped your hand under her skirt while your lips begin to wander around her neck, you can feel how wet she is and her moans grows louder as your fingers slip in her pussy.

You keep fingering her for a moment, till you feel her body slowly arching, her hand joining yours in her panties and furiously caressing her clit, bringing her to the orgasm as her legs get covered in her juices and a puddle appear on the floor.

Somi stared in your eyes, “Fuck me daddy, I dream about it since I started here, I just want you to use me”, she started begging, and with her cute face, there’s nothing you could refuse her. You aligned your cock with her pussy and started to push it in slowly, but she didn’t wanted slow sex, she wanted to be used, Somi locked her legs around your waist and pushed on you so you enter in one smooth movement deep in her.

She let a long moan escape, and you feel her pussy throbbing, “Did you just cum?”, you asked, and she answered with a lustful smile, Of course, my pussy was already feeling so good from earlier, and your cock seems to be perfect for me, so huge and it feels so good”. You started to move your hips, playing with her tits and kissing her pale skin as much as you can, you wanted this to keep going all night, but suddenly Somi grabbed your hair and pushed her lips on yours, the intimacy of this was too much, sending you over the edge and making you fill her pussy with your thick cum.

“Fuck…That was amazing, I don’t think I’ll be able to live without this everyday”, you said, still not sure if it was true or a dream, but Somi whispered in your ear with her soft voice, “Then use me everyday as you wish, no matter where we are, my body is yours”.

You both quickly put your clothes back and decided that after all that hard work, you would both take a day off tomorrow, there’s plenty of time to work later, but now, you need to strengthen that new bound, making you sure your beautiful colleague is all yours.

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[eugenoid]

After some hesitation, I decided to post a piece of a fic draft I've been working on (the very start of it, really). Aziracrow, post season 2, and if I manage to see it to completion, it'll be a hurt/comfort, fix-it fanfic (because of course it is).

People frequenting Whickber Street have noticed a peculiar weather phenomena: for a good couple of weeks now, dark storm clouds wouldn't leave the small area surrounding the "A. Z. Fell & Co" bookshop, and every day a heavy rain would fall, lasting precisely 66 minutes and 6 seconds at a time. What they haven't noticed, however — an amusing coincidence, really — is that it all started on the day the owner of said bookshop disappeared, and would end the day he came back.

"Why are you not inside?"

Crowley's demon heart starts racing from hearing a familiar voice, but he makes an effort to not move an inch from his spot, and not even acknowledge the angel's presence. Crowley is sitting on the cold roof of the bookshop, drenched in water; damp, gross clothes and hair sticking to the skin. He hears a poof and there's a big, blindingly white wing over his head now. He stays silent. Instead of getting an answer, Aziraphale is met with the rain getting worse, almost turning into a hailstorm. It starts hurting his wing, but the angel is determined to stay right where he is until he gets a response.

"Haven't showered in a while. Figured, why not," Crowley finally says flatly after several minutes of silence with a shrug. He refuses to look at Aziraphale, instead observing people rushing down the street.

"You are being silly," Aziraphale responds without fondness.

"Can't you see I'm rain… uh, bathing? Move- move your stupid wing out of the way," Crowley stutters in a rush, feeling nervous all of a sudden. And stupid. And small.

"I am just trying to protect you."

"From my rain," the demon says, getting irritated now.

"No, from everything. Well, including your rain, I suppose.” Aziraphale wishes he was better with words.

Crowley shuts his eyes and squeezes a damp roof tile with the force of a python choking its prey to death. It crumbles into scorching hot, dry dust on some poor bastard's head. The demon still doesn't turn to face Aziraphale.

"You are not protecting me from shit," he hisses through gritted teeth.

"Alright, this is getting ridiculous," Aziraphale sighs and with a wave of hand makes the rain stop. Clouds finally part, sun rays hitting the ground below for the first time in a while. He begins to put his wing away.

Crowley's response is to wildly flail his hands in the air which brings both the clouds and the rain back. Aziraphale groans in annoyance and raises his wing over the demon again.

"This is a bit melodramatic, even for me," the angel says under his breath and waves the rain away, again. Crowley brings it back with a snap of his fingers.

"I can do this all day," Crowley responds without even a smirk Aziraphale would expect from him at a moment like this. Angel realizes he longs to see it again. He wants to say something about it, but decides against it.

"You are attracting quite the crowd," he notices instead.

At this point most of the people on the street pulled out their phones to record the rapidly changing sky. Crowley wiggles his fingers, and suddenly everyone remembers they have urgent business to attend to, leaving no time to be standing outside videotaping the weather or (especially) the two figures on the roof.

"Crowley, please,” Aziraphale says with the hint of desperation in his voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by Crowley. “We need to talk."

Crowley lets his head fall. Puffs his cheeks and lets out a sigh. Taps fingers on his knee. Frowns. Clenches and unclenches his jaw. Frowns again. Finally, he looks at Aziraphale over the shoulder as the sky gradually clears and the last rain drop falls on his face, and begrudgingly manages:

"Fine. Let's talk."

OKAY this was my first attempt at writing in about... 8 years, and my first ever time writing in English, a kind feedback would be appreciated!

#aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #azicrow #fanfic draft #and no they are not going to make up on that same day despite what the first paragraph suggests

[sol-saggitarius]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞...

❝ I got so used to your presence that the mere second you’re gone, it turns my world completely upside down. ❞  

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 775

Warnings: None!

Author Note: Hello hello! This is one of my first fics I’m posting on Tumblr. I’m slightly nervous haha.. But nonetheless this is a sampler for how I write and I hope you enjoy and come back for more! I’ll be posting two more sampler fics in the near future so look forward to it.

Synopsis: Ever since you two have met, you’ve always been around him. But then suddenly one day you don’t greet him as per usual.

Love was never part of the equation of the life that Leona had thought for himself. All he ever wanted was a peaceful life of rest and relaxation. A life away from his repressed emotions, between his school life and the life he had back home. Just a simple life of resting under the beautiful midday rays of sunshine. 

One fateful day, as some would put it, you had clumsily tripped over his tail. An unfortunate accident of course, but he still felt the pain no less. His low growl pierced your core as you apologized, hoping that at the very least he'd ask you to just leave him alone. As with your luck, you happened to be running late and in a hurry. As if he were reading your mind, he just sighed and shooed you off like dust on his clothing, albeit he was still quite irritated. Nonetheless he was (mostly) back to his peaceful nap and that was all that mattered to him.

As time went on though, he found himself always running into you. Whether it was in the hallways, maybe some of his classes, trouble with some of his dorm mates, or even just you coming around and saying hi, you were almost always there. It became a regular event at one point. He expected you to show up in one way or another, that was a given to him. But then one day, you just stopped. Never in his life had he felt that sharp pain in his chest, like a needle being put into a pin cushion. This miniscule action has completely flipped his routine upside down. Ruggie was run ragged trying to get Leona out of bed and even more ragged when he was trying every move in the book to make sure Leona didn't stay back again. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he asked Leona why he was sulking like a depressed housecat. To that, Leona became defensive and stated he just felt more irritated than usual and he didn’t know why, which wasn't out of the norm. Somehow Ruggie knew this was a lie. Whether Leona knew it or not. Being by Leona’s side had given Ruggie a third person perspective onto the things that tend to occur around the lion prince. One of those things was of course, you. He saw you everyday having a little one sided chat with Leona, a simple “hello!” or “how are you?” followed by a “humph”or “buzz off”, to which you always responded with a small chuckle and then a goodbye, and just like that you were on your way to repeat that same thing the very next day. Recently he's noticed you haven't shown your face at all within Leona’s vicinity. Was he upset about you not coming to greet him? How could that be with the way he responded to you? Who really knew. All Ruggie knew was that he HAD to figure out what was going wrong. Otherwise he'd be stuck with a sulking Leona for whoever knows how long. 

That very afternoon, with a little digging and intel collection, he had found you. Lately you’ve been bogged down by schoolwork. No wonder you never came by, it seemed excruciating. But his mission was more important than your work. Ruggie approaches you with a casual smile and his hands resting on the back of his head. He tells you that there's an emergency in Savanaclaw and he needed specifically YOUR help. Without much room to argue he takes you to Savanaclaw and then leads you to a sulking Leona. Upon seeing your face however, the ever stoic lion's eyes light up. Though it was extremely hard to notice. You question Ruggie but as soon as you turned around he was gone. Long gone. You awkwardly stood there, fiddling with the sleeves of your NRC uniform jacket. You asked Leona if he was going to say anything, or even tell you what this so-called "emergency" was, but he was silent. His predatory gaze closing in on you. The silence lasted only a few more excruciatingly long seconds until he asks, borderline pouts, why you haven't come to annoy him lately. To which you respond honestly and say that your school work has taken most of your time. He clicks his tongue and states, moreso demands, that if you needed help with the work that he'd begrudgingly help you. Without room to speak he then dismisses you to go get your work and bring it back to his room. As you left, below his breath he mumbled,

"I just missed you, you damn herbivore."

#khalix writes #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #oneshot

[atom-writings]

Can you do headcanon about 2p russia with s/o with golden retriver energy?

2p! hetalia russia with a golden retriver s/o

0.8k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: yuri is not a . perfect boyfriend

a/n: SORRY GUYS . i want to write more but my life is a continuous train wreck. im doing my best. i care about u all so much :sob:

- This dynamic would be a classic, a ray of sunshine and a ray of darkness. Except, I would say that no matter how upbeat you are, Yuri can bring you down.

- When you two first met, he was incredibly... rude. He saw how excitable you are, and his immediate reaction was to try to break that spirit by whatever means possible. Of course, he didn't do this just to be mean. He sees your kindness as a weakness.

- Yuri does not like weak people.

- But if you keep up that manic puppy energy despite his protests, he'll start to see it differently. Yes, you're overly caring, but you can't be brought down as easily as he's seen others fall.

- That's what got him interested at first. If you can withstand his incessant verbal abuses, then clearly you're stronger than he thought. So that gets him thinking, why? Now he's curious.

-  He wouldn't apologize for his past behaviour but would start trying to be nicer, at least. And as you warm up more to him, he warms up to you.

- Once he gets to know you, his attitude completely switches. Before, he would've smacked that dopey smile off your face in a heartbeat, but now, he'd do anything to protect it.

- Suddenly, it seems like everything in your life is going wrong in (admittedly minor) ways that only he can fix. Your sink doesn't work? Guess who was already in the neighbourhood. Yuri was, and every second he doesn't spend complaining about being used for free labour will be used for trying to suppress his stupid smile.

- He'd never let you see him be sensitive like that. Never when you're just friends, and only sometimes when you're dating. Sometimes it's like talking to a brick wall!

- If you try talking about your feelings towards him, he'll run in the other direction.

- It's unlikely that he'd confess first, but even so, he'd like to ask you out before you ask him! And if you try getting more emotional about it, he'll just try desperately to avoid you.

- He has the emotional intelligence of a potato and the social battery of a TV remote. So your endless positivity... freaks him the hell out.

- But if you two figure it out, he'd be a surprisingly ok boyfriend other than the fact that he won't accompany you to any social gathering.

- (If he does, he'll just be your weird scary dog that follows you around. He is not doing any socialising of his own and he is asking to leave before 6 pm to watch the news.)

- Yuri has quite a temper, but it's rarely directed towards you. He'll scream at the TV every day, but only scream at you once a month when he's drunk.

- He's weirdly patient when it comes to your feverish excitement. You bouncing around the house, singing songs, and generally acting like a fairy, can't even force his head out of his book.

- In fact, some of the only times he'll ever smile, is at your postivity. When he sees you nearly cry at a video of a puppy growing up, he chuckles to himself and acts like he just finds it childish. But really, he's gonna be thinking about that moment the rest of the day.

- Plus, he thinks it's pretty cute if you dress all bright too. You, with your loud summer clothing, versus his dollar store goth aesthetic, creates a picture that he likes a lot.

- If you ever got overly excited and broke anything, Yuri wouldn't be mad. He'll scold you like he would a child, but he's pretty excited to have something to fix.

- He does draw the line at indulging in your wild impulses. No, he won't take you nor let you go on a random cross-country road trip. That's how people get murdered, you know?

- Also, he'll always say no to buying you anything, but end up caving later. If you ask for a plushie, he'll tell you they're for children, but then you'll wake up to find that plushie in his place in bed.

- You make him soft. Not actually soft, but soft for Yuri.

- Because of that, you're not coming to anything that has people he knows. Then they'll see how... weak you make him! He has a reputation. Whenever you're in public, he immediately becomes very cruel and demanding because of this.

- He's a little embarrassed not just about how much control you have over him, but also because... you were never who he pictured spending his life with. He always wanted some traditional marriage with two depressed people who hate each other, but now he's HAPPY? Horrible.

- But you do make him feel young. Now he can't bear the thought of anything happening to you, so he's not gonna leave anytime soon.

- So, basically, GOLDEN RETRIEVER PARTNER. You can do better. But if you make it through all of his desperate attempts to keep everyone at arm’s length… it’ll be at least a little worth it.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #2p hetalia x reader #yuri tag #2p russia x reader

[beomgyuslilracha]

you don't go to parties ☆.*

⊹ pairing: choi yeonjun x f! reader

⊹ genre: exes to ... complicated

⊹ warnings: maybe angst in the beginning(?), some mild swearing, and not very in character for most of them. also not a warning, but all members are going to be soloists.

⊹ wc: 6.3k

summary: back in your college days, you were living at the prime of your life alongside your boyfriend, yeonjun. you couldn't remember most of it, though, considering it was a blur consisting of mostly parties and many drunken nights. eventually, you reached your limit, and you and yeonjun no longer saw eye-to-eye. after many fights and endless tears, you disappeared for good and left that life and your boyfriend behind. but, five years later, yeonjun was still waiting for you at every party.

as you stirred awake from the screeching sound of your alarm, you suddenly could not remember the last time that your head didn't feel like it was about to burst out of your skull.

not that you weren't fully aware of the reason as to why, seeing as even the bedside table was occupied with only one of many culprits from the night before.

"mmmm, turn it off."

the grumbling voice beside you tossed and turned around, his arm lazily draping around your waist to hold you tightly to his front.

you silently obliged, stretching your arm out to reach for your phone and shut off the blaring sound that was causing your head to throb twice as hard.

after a minute or so of pointless waiting for the pain in your head to pass, you started to throw off the blanket in order to stand. unfortunately, the arm around you tightened and pulled you closer to prevent you from doing so.

"no, don't go," he mumbled into your shoulder, planting tiny kisses in his own way of tempting you to stay with him.

"i have class, junnie," you spoke softly to him, not wanting to make his own hangover worse by talking too loudly.

"shhh, stay with me," he told you once more, his gruff morning voice making it all the more difficult to refuse.

you absolutely adored the way your boyfriend grew extra clingy in the mornings, and you truly wished it was easy as being able to turn around and fall right back to sleep with him.

unfortunately, you had to deny yourself the pleasure every time.

turning around in his grasp, you planted a quick kiss on his nose before sitting up. he groaned sadly, but his eyes still had yet to open - probably because the rays of sunlight peeking through the curtain would worsen the pounding in his head.

dressing lazily and putting on the usual sunglasses to block out the sun as best you could, you gave yeonjun a quick kiss goodbye before heading off to your class.

when you had woken this morning, you would have never expected the downfall that would occur before the day was over.

in class, the professor was handing out the first exam scores for the semester.

you could only blink cluelessly in your seat, genuinely unable to recall ever taking an exam in the first place. come to think of it ... you couldn't really remember anything from the course at all. you attended on time every day, yet you were always too focused on trying to keep your hangover in check rather than paying any attention.

this would reign to be even more true once the professor had called for your name. when you received your exam, your heart practically fell into your stomach at the disgusting sight of red marked on almost every single answer choice.

in attempts to prevent yourself from crying in the middle of class, you held out hope in talking to the professor once the time was over.

"can i help you?" your professor asked you calmly, spotting you slowly walking up to their podium after everyone had been dismissed.

"is there any way i could make this up?" you asked, embarrassed from having choked up while working up the courage to ask them.

taking in the sight of tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, along with your bottom lip practically trembling, the professor sighed as they began rummaging through their bag.

"normally i wouldn't offer this to students who don't put in any effort to the class, but..." they looked you over once more, shaking their head. "i'm hoping you're being sincere."

"yes, please, i am! i'm so so sorry for not making any effort before," you cried out, bowing completely in appreciation for their kindness. "i promise i'm going to do anything i possibly can to raise my grade in your class."

the professor smiled sweetly, unable to explain what about you had them breaking character just this once. perhaps it was from their own empathy, remembering what it was like back when they were a student themselves.

handing over a pamphlet from their bag, they returned to their stern expression. "this is an extra credit assignment that, if done correctly, can replace the score of your lowest exam. i will give you one week to read it over and email it to me when it's complete."

you thanked the professor profusely, your heart soaring with nothing other than pure gratitude.

after that, you took it as a sign of a second chance. you went through every class that day asking all your professors for extra credit, wanting desperately to change how poorly you've been doing due to your own reckless actions.

unfortunately, by the time you returned to yeonjun's fraternity to tell him the good news, he somehow didn't see it the same way as you did.

"so what? does this mean you're going to be too busy to see me now?" he questioned you rather rudely, his eyebrows furrowed together while staring down at the handful of assignments in your hands with contempt.

"what? no!" you tried to reassure him, even giggling in attempts to lighten the mood. "i can always work on them while i'm with you. i just don't think i'll be attending a lot of parties anymore."

for some reason, this annoyed him. "sure you can! it's healthy to take a break, so you can spend it with me here."

"yeonjun, i can't. i seriously need to focus on my grades again, and that means actually going to class sober for once."

what you thought was supposed to be a moment where your boyfriend should have been proud and happy for you, somehow turned into an argument instead.

"it's just one test, it's not that big a deal."

"wha- not that big a deal?" you suddenly couldn't help the raise in volume of your voice, stuffing the assignments back into your folder. "yeonjun, it's not just one test; this is my future we're talking about. if i so much as fail one class, i could lose my scholarship that's keeping me here!"

he rolled his eyes, causing the sudden anger inside you to bubble up even more. "now you're just being dramatic. you leave me every morning to go to class, then you want to come back and blame me for you failing?"

you scoffed in disbelief, looking around the room as if searching for an invisible audience watching the two of you. "at what point did i say i blamed you?!"

"that's what you're getting at, isn't it?! well, if you want to blame me for it so bad, then just don't come tonight!" he stormed off before you could come up with a counterattack, slamming his bedroom door behind him as if to make a point.

frustrated tears began to pour out of your eyes subconsciously as you stared down at the floor.

this was supposed to be a good thing. your boyfriend was supposed to be supportive and encourage you for making a good decision. you groaned in frustration, turning on your heel and leaving the house to return to your own dorm - practically for the first time since you started attending.

that night, yeonjun was even more pissed off. it had already been two hours and you still had yet to show up, nor did you even bother messaging him at all to explain where you were.

not that he was going to message you himself and ask, God no! he was still upset at you from earlier, but you were supposed to read between the lines and show up on your own regardless.

when yeonjun told you not to come tonight, he still wanted you to. you were supposed to be here, drink the night away, and realize just how much fun it was to spend time with him.

instead, your boyfriend was left drinking alone while the party went on around him. he barely remembered anything at all, though, seeing as he drank way more than his usual fair share. he hated that his anger was ruining his fun, so he figured drinking more would help him to forget.

by the next morning, after having stayed up all night finishing up at least three of many assignments for your classes, you decided to visit yeonjun during your break.

you weren't the least bit surprised at the aftermath leftover from the night before, having to step over countless discarded cups and trash on your way to the stairs. even the hallway leading back to yeonjun's room was filled with trash - along with some discarded clothing you didn't want to think about.

you carefully opened the door to his bedroom, peering in and sighing in relief to see the lone figure of your boyfriend curled in his bed.

carefully sitting at the edge of the bed beside his head, you reached out and began to softly shake his shoulder in order to wake him. "junnie~," you cooed softly, still taking his expected hangover into account.

yeonjun stirred at the sound of your voice, his head slowly tilting up to look at you through half-lidded eyes.

instantaneously, his heart tugged in a feeling of yearning at the sight of you. he missed you so much, and he never realized just how lonely it felt to be in his bed without you snuggled in his arms.

unfortunately, his stubborn side woke up first.

"get out," he grumbled, tucking his face back into the blanket as he caught you, and admittedly himself, off guard.

you frowned and felt a painful stab in your heart from the mere two words he spoke. "junnie, i know you're upset, but-"

"upset doesn't begin to touch what i'm fucking feeling right now," he spoke clearly, having woken up entirely by this point as he sat up straight. he had to ignore the painful throbbing in his head as he glared at you.

"you told me not to come," you reminded him, your voice on the verge of raising as your own anger woke up inside of you again.

you came over with the intention of forgiving and forgetting, wanting to move past the argument from yesterday. instead, yeonjun's behavior elicited the frustration you had been attempting to suppress that morning.

"yeah, and how'd that work out for you?" yeonjun tried to shoot back, though it was really his own screwed up way of trying to see if you were as miserable without him as he was without you.

"great, actually," you answered truthfully, unknowingly jabbing at yeonjun's heart in the process. "i got so much work done once i finally had some peace and quiet to work with! and do you know how amazing it feels to wake up and not have a hangover??"

you were arguing, yes, but you really just wanted him to be happy for you. you desperately wanted your loving, caring boyfriend to drop his stubborn act and just hug you and tell you he was proud.

but that wasn't yeonjun.

"so what? you wanted to just come over and rub in my face how great your life is from one day without me?!"

"stop that! stop- why do you keep putting words in my mouth?!" your hands came up to grip at your hair in frustration, probably just mere seconds away from practically ripping it out.

the arguing went back and forth. it felt like it lasted for hours - the tears racing down your cheeks never seeming to run dry.

yeonjun, meanwhile, couldn't even explain why he was arguing with you. his brain was yelling at him to stop and just kiss you - to make up and apologize for being so fucking stubborn. he just wanted to hold you in his arms and forget that any of it ever happened. unfortunately, it was his stubborn side that was in control. once he started, he just couldn't seem to stop.

"yeonjun," you choked out his name, wholeheartedly defeated. "i can't do this anymore..."

and by the time he could even process what he was saying, it was already too late.

"then don't."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

five years later, amidst the quietness of your 8th floor office, a content sigh escaped your lips. you had been carefully monitoring a multitude of news outlets that morning, happily finding no trace or mention of either of your affiliated artists.

in this case, no news was definitely good news.

you first came to be at your current position around three years ago, when the managers at +U entertainment thought it best to hire you as a media manager for the rookie soloist, huening kai.

upon first meeting, you were both embarrassingly shy with one another - typically exchanging far too formal greetings and words of encouragement. perhaps after a year or so together, that was when you finally began relaxing and speaking informally as friends.

in fact, seeing as you were both very close in age, you became closer as friends rather than just that of a manager and their artist.

when time allowed it, you and kai could even be found spending time together outside of work, whether it was out in the city or a quiet evening at either of your apartments — though with careful planning, seeing as you were his media manager and did not want to be the reason he got exposed for a 'scandal'.

it came to no surprise whenever management would shower you with praise after having realized the increasing popularity of kai without any drama hindering his success. you, of course, were sure to turn the praise over to kai himself, seeing as he was the one that made your job a literal daydream.

the company was thoroughly pleased by your work that, this year, they thought it time to introduce and entrust another artist under your care.

that was when they brought you ... choi beomgyu.

within the matter of a week, you realized that you simply took kai for granted. any time the two of you crossed paths, you made sure to refer to him as a genuine gift from heaven and appreciate him for making your life so easy.

in contrast to your beloved angel, beomgyu was a rather ... special case.

when the two of you first met, though, he was truly the most respectful and friendliest bubble of joy. he had an aura about him that made the general environment so much more comfortable, allowing you to warm up to him much quicker than you imagined.

you were genuinely convinced that you had been blessed with another angel and happily accepted him.

as luck would have it, you learned the hard way that the beomgyu you met was merely his professionalism for the sake of the company.

when it came to anything involving his work, be it his performances, schedules, and even business relationships, beomgyu took everything very seriously. you even asked around other staff at +U, and they all had willingly stated that it was a delight to work alongside him.

it was outside of work hours that the troubles came to light.

multiple dating rumors, constant sightings at any club you could possibly name - shortly followed by public intoxication, and even reported fighting with other partygoers or sasaengs he claimed he felt 'threatened' by.

you could swear that you had never worked harder in all your three years with kai than you did in just three months with beomgyu.

much to your embarrassment, the staff at soompi, dispatch, and other media outlets practically knew you by name every time you called demanding they take down their articles. your threats were enough to scare them at first, but the occurrences became so common that you shamefully had to begin compromising.

it was safe to say that you stopped hearing praise from management for a while now...

which was why, in this particular morning, you felt the heavy weight of stress on your shoulders practically disappear at the sight of zero articles involving his name.

an amused smile gracing your lips, you found yourself dialing his number to share the good news.

"hey, y/n, what's up?"

"hey, beoms! i noticed that you didn't have any articles published about you today, so i wanted to call and make sure you were doing okay," you teased, your tongue poking between your teeth in attempts to suppress your laughter.

"ha ha, very funny." you could practically hear the eye roll in his tone. "believe it or not, i can behave sometimes too, you know!"

"oh, so you admit you give me a hard time on purpose?" you accused him, your eyes playfully narrowing at the computer monitor as if he were sitting right across from you.

beomgyu scoffed on the other end. "maybe i just like how much you care to protect my image."

"yeah, maybe because that's my job," you reminded him before continuing. "i would actually like to go at least one week without having to worry about another scandal from you."

"oh, well- kkrkrrr- could- krrr- i'm- krkrrr- tunnel-" that was all you managed to hear in between his fake phone static noises, indicating he merely hung up on you to avoid the topic.

you probably would have been more confused had it not been about the tenth time he pulled that same trick on you.

your head shook in a mixture of disappointment and amusement, considering you couldn't help yourself from laughing at the dork anyway. if nothing else, at least he never made false promises.

curse that brat for being so likeable!

after a while, you checked the time on your phone and began packing up your laptop bag before heading out of the office for the remainder of the day. kai had a photoshoot scheduled within the next hour, so you promised him you would be there to support him - as well as to oversee the publicity work the brand had planned.

although, you practically had to rush to the lobby once you caught sight of a message you missed, realizing all too late that the company escort had been waiting for you for the past 15 minutes.

you had to apologize to the poor, perturbed driver once you arrived, hoping he'd accept your 'business call' excuse to explain your tardiness. that wasn't the case, though, you simply just weren't expecting an escort to be waiting for you.

due to traffic, you ended up arriving roughly 10 minutes late to kai's schedule. not that it was that dramatic of a time, since you've done much worse, but it bothered kai enough to rush over and fake sob into your shoulder once he saw you.

"i thought you abandoned me," he whined, hugging onto you tightly and dramatically while earning confused stares from the surrounding staff.

"you know i would never do that," you laughed at him, carefully caressing his freshly styled hair so as not to mess it up.

after catching on to a few onlookers clearing their throats rather awkwardly, you quickly managed to convince kai to return back to the stylists so that he could finish choosing what to wear.

before getting settled, you made time to ask around the brand's staff team in order to develop a better understanding of their overall image for the concept. once it all received your official stamp of approval, you delightedly accepted a chair off to the side in order to sit back and watch your adorable friend turn into a stunning model.

in every day life, kai was nothing but a constant smiling and giggling mess - the purest mixture of a cuteness overload and tooth-rotting sweetness.

then, during photoshoots like these, it was like a switch somewhere flipped and he just became so ... attractive.

after witnessing it enough times for yourself, you enjoyed teasing kai and referring to him as 'kamal' whenever he modeled - differentiating this side of him as an entirely separate person compared to the adorable boy you knew.

kai would typically groan and claim he hated being referred to by his middle name, but the smile on his face and the blush coloring his cheeks would tell you a different story.

if you had to be honest, though, it was slightly embarrassing for you every time kai invited you to support him during these types of schedules. not for anything he would do, but simply because you could not prevent the blush on your cheeks and the warmth of your face as you watched kamal fine at work.

not that you felt any deeper, secret feelings for your friend - you just merely knew how to appreciate a work of art when it was standing right in front of you.

"kamal again?" kai asked you teasingly, meeting up with you once the shoot was over and taking note of the pink hue that colored your face.

"i just can't get used to him showing that much skin," you told him, faking a shudder and leading him out of the building.

in which the two of you were supposed to part ways, it took little to no convincing for you to agree to join kai for the remainder of his schedule. after a few recording and practice sessions back at the company, his day was set to end relatively early - allowing you both to make plans immediately for afterward.

a short schedule and one cab ride later, you and kai were then to be found lounging around in your apartment living room. the television was turned on for background noise, playing some reality show that you only occasionally found yourself paying attention to from time to time.

otherwise, you were mindlessly scrolling through your social media on the couch, while kai was playing mario kart on your nintendo switch beside you. despite it being your game system, it was practically under shared custody with kai from how much more often he played on it than you.

other than the few cheers or groans that escaped his lips, neither of you really exchanged words with one another - other than the few times where you asked if he was winning or not, depending on what sounds he was making at the time.

it was nice, though. you thoroughly enjoyed his company more than anything, so you both often spent evenings together where not many words needed to be said in order to occupy the silence that settled in between.

it was the sudden rapid knocking at the door that disturbed the peace, causing the both of you to silently exchange curious and confused looks with each other.

you hadn't invited anyone else tonight, nor did many people know where you lived in general, so you were a little wary as you peeked through the peephole to see who was on the other side.

rolling your eyes, it took less than a second for you to unlock your door with less worry.

"beomgyu, what are you doing here?"

"i'm here to tell you to get dressed!" he answered cheerfully, bounding right into your apartment like it was something he did every day.

"considering i don't plan to leave my apartment tonight, i don't see why i would do that," you told him simply, closing the front door behind him and padding back over to your designated spot beside kai.

"because there's a huge party tonight, and i've come to the decision that you will be coming with me!"

he spoke so matter-of-factly, you could only wonder what about you gave him the false impression that you would ever agree to attend a party at all, much less with him.

"i'm sorry, why would i go with you?"

"because you're my friend and i think it's important that we spend more time together."

you blinked, unfazed. "and what's the real reason?"

beomgyu released a dramatic gasp, his hand placed on his chest as if he were shocked by your lack of faith in his words. rightfully so, of course, seeing as he never bothered to invite you before.

it took him only a minute too long before he dropped the façade.

"alright, maybe i'm not allowed to go to this party unless i have an escort," he scoffed, his hands now resting on his hips. "something about not wanting me to ruin the fun or something."

both you and kai simultaneously snickered, finding it funny that beomgyu's troublesome reputation was finally preceding him. you figured it wouldn't be long now before he was altogether removed from the guest lists and forced to live a sober nightlife.

"anyway, what better way to make sure i stay out of trouble than my beautiful manager coming with me?"

"you'll have to save the flattery, beoms," you told him with a shrug, turning your attention back to your phone now. "i have no intention of ever attending any parties, so nothing you say will convince me to go."

a sudden wailing sound caused both you and kai to jolt in your seats, watching as beomgyu dropped to his knees in front of you and began to plea for your attendance.

"please, y/n, you have to come! this is the most important party held by one of the most famous idols, and i have to go!" beomgyu whined, his bottom lip jutting out into an overly emphasized pout.

not that you were intrigued by any means, but you were admittedly curious. "who?"

"i don't know, someone named yunjin, i think? my friend soobin told me about it and invited me," beomgyu shrugged before reverting back to his crying state. "so you have to come with me! please, please, please!"

"you said they're the most famous idol, but you don't even remember their name?" kai chimed in, his game having been on pause for quite some time now. he wasn't particularly interested in the conversation, but he was still rather nosey.

"excuse me for not knowing every artists' name," beomgyu rolled his eyes, his crying act instantaneously disappearing once again. "but if i don't go to this party now, i'll never be able to get my name out there."

"considering you need an escort to this party, i'm pretty sure your name's already out there," kai commented, snickering to himself again as he earned a deathly glare from the other boy.

you only shrugged, quite honestly feeling no remorse. you absolutely despised parties - considering the terrible past you had connected with them. for as long as you could help it, you planned to avoid any and every party for the rest of your life.

unfortunately for him, the teary-eyed boy begging in front of you was not about to change that.

"okay, what about this!" beomgyu suddenly perked up, his eyes shining with some wonderful idea he had brewing behind them. "remember that one week you wanted? if you come to this party with me, i promise i will not go out for an entire week!"

much to your chagrin and beomgyu's amusement, now your interest was piqued.

your eyes were quick to scan the pleading boy's features, searching for any trace that he could possibly be lying. truth be told, you don't think you've ever seen him look more sincere. perhaps ... perhaps he really meant it.

although, as shamefully inclined as you were to accept his tempting offer, you refused to give in easily.

"make it one month," you tested, locking your phone to focus your attention on the matter at hand.

even kai had switched off his game, finding yours and beomgyu's stand-off much more interesting for the time being.

"that's too much for just one party," beomgyu pointed out in disbelief, chewing on his lip as he contemplated. "come with me to ten parties and i'll give you one month."

it was your turn to scoff at him. "what the hell? i don't even want to go to one party, much less ten!"

"okay, okay, fine, i'll compromise," he was quick to tell you, taking a second in between. his thumb and forefinger stroked absentmindedly at his chin, a sign that the boy was deep in thought as he thought over his options. "alright, what about five parties for three weeks?"

your eyebrow involuntarily twitched in interest.

as much as it pained you, the deal was now much more tempting. three whole weeks without having to worry about news articles plastered all over the internet?! it sounded almost too good to be true - the only unfortunate side being that you'd have to attend five different parties in order to achieve it.

you chewed on your lip as you thought it over, staring blankly at an area beyond beomgyu's head. there were two pairs of eyes watching you as you did, waiting expectantly for what your answer could be.

with a heavy sigh, you rolled your eyes in defeat. "fine, you have a deal, but-" you had to quickly cut off his celebration dance, not wanting him to get too overexcited before you could finish. "i expect a break in between parties. i refuse to go out for five consecutive nights in a row."

"that's fair!"

"and kai gets to come with."

beomgyu's excited grin suddenly dropped, his gaze switching over to the smiling cutie beside you. though kai was excited at the mere mention of being invited, beomgyu wasn't as thrilled.

"i don't know...," beomgyu kind of trailed off with his words, furrowing his brows in a mixture of confusion and worry. "these parties aren't really his kind of scene."

"if i'm going to be stuck babysitting you, then it's either kai comes with me or i don't go at all."

beomgyu groaned, stomping his feet like a child for a short minute, before finally giving in and agreeing. it wasn't even the fact that he minded kai being there, but he was more so afraid that the poor boy would wind up being extremely impressionable in such a setting.

he would never admit it to either of your faces, but beomgyu secretly cared for kai as if he were his own little brother. the last thing he wanted was for one party to lead him down the same path that he had taken.

"for the record, i'm also wearing whatever i want," you stated as you stood from the couch, already dreading the idea of having to change out of your comfortable pajamas this late in the evening.

"does that include a skimpy dress?" beomgyu teased, even daring to send you a wink.

"i'll give you one low-cut dress in exchange for a year," you teased back, although you found yourself genuinely taken aback a second later when it seemed like beomgyu was actually contemplating the idea.

ignoring whatever compromise he tried to suggest next, you escaped to your bedroom and changed back into more casual clothing. you had no intention of impressing anyone, so you cared little for your appearance.

heaving a tired sigh, you blew a goodbye kiss to your neatly made bed. you already found yourself praying for the end of the night, wanting nothing more than to return home before you've even left.

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you had never regretted anything in your life as instantaneously as you did now.

your eyes gazing around the overfilled room, you could only shake your head. even though you weren't exactly claustrophobic, you still found yourself feeling smothered and rather cramped at the amount of people that were capable of fitting inside one house.

was it even right to call it a house? the place was absolutely massive, so it was more fitting to refer to it as a mansion more than anything.

meanwhile, kai was beside you with practical stars in his eyes. he had never been invited to such an exclusive party before, so he was absolutely fascinated by everything he could see.

you didn't recognize a single face in the room, the music was far too loud to even decipher any words from it, and the air reeked strongly of alcohol and sweat.

exactly like you remembered it back in college.

the only difference being that you were actually sober now to realize just how disgusting it is.

"i'm cashing in one week starting tomorrow," you had to yell into beomgyu's ear, seeing as the music was pounding directly into your eardrums and making it difficult to hear one another otherwise.

"consider it done," beomgyu saluted, his perfect teeth flashing at you in a delighted smile. "now come on, the drinks are over there!"

you had no intention of drinking, but you did promise to keep a careful eye on beomgyu for the night. being sure to grab onto kai's wrist so that he wouldn't be left behind, you squeezed your way through the hundreds of bodies before reaching the open bar.

an actual bar ... inside someone's home.

whoever lived here must live a miserable, drunken life.

"do you have any water?" you had to practically scream at the person tending the counter.

as they handed you a fresh bottle of water, you turned to see kai staring at you with wide, pleading eyes. he didn't even need to outright ask the words for you to know what he wanted, but a twist in your heart made you secretly wish that you could say no to him.

after reluctantly waving a hand in a lighthearted dismissal, kai giddily turned to order himself a drink while you turned to your other side to spot beomgyu chugging an entire glass dry after less than a minute of receiving it.

"hey, what the hell?!" you yelled at him, reaching up and prying the already empty glass out of his hands. "i thought i was here to keep you from doing something stupid?!"

"one drink isn't going to hurt me, i'll be fiiine," he giggled, though you held no faith in his claim.

it was all too late that you realized just how giant of a mistake you made agreeing to these conditions. you completely forgot to take into account beomgyu's absolute recklessness, and you stupidly put yourself in charge of preventing it.

as beomgyu began asking for a refill, you had to quickly grab the boy's wrist for his attention. "drink it slowly, beoms," you warned him with a glare. "i'm allowing you to get tipsy at best, but you are not getting drunk tonight."

with a roll of his eyes, and muttering something along the lines of 'okay, mom', you and kai then followed beomgyu as he lead you into the main room of the mansion.

the living area was filled with bodies either dancing in the center or conversing off to the side, and beomgyu appeared to be scanning the entire room for someone or possibly something.

"what're you looking for?" kai yelled over to him, taking a drink from the beer bottle in his hands.

you thought it cute that, even out of the entire array of drinks the bar had to offer, kai still opted for one of the safest options. at least you knew that you could trust him to remain relatively sober by your side.

"i'm looking for soobin, the friend i told you about," beomgyu explained just seconds before his face lit up in recognition. "he's over there, come on!"

grabbing each other's hands like a line of primary school students, the three of you headed to the corner of the room where a certain eye-catching blonde was surrounded by a small group of others.

after waving his hand around like an idiot, you were surprised to see that beomgyu did, in fact, manage to catch the blonde's attention to lure him over.

"gyu, you made it!" the blonde, who you assumed to be the aforementioned soobin, shouted in delight once he was close enough.

"yeah, and i brought friends," beomgyu told him cheerfully, gesturing over to you and kai standing awkwardly off to the side. "this is y/n and this is kai."

"it's nice meeting you, i'm soobin," he introduced himself cutely, though you could only send a thin-lipped smile in return. you were far too uncomfortable to attempt being friendly, and you especially were not expecting to be greeting anyone.

kai, on the other hand, eagerly bowed and introduced himself - happily making conversation with the new presence.

you casually let the three boys talk amongst each other, simply taking sips from your bottled water in order to occupy yourself. you only managed to tune into the conversation every now and then, such as when soobin said something along the lines of "i wish we had managers this pretty back at Star One".

a pink tint scattered your cheeks at the compliment, but you chose to say nothing. not that you needed to, seeing as the way you were fighting a smile was enough to let soobin know you at least heard him.

"oh, by the way, where's yunjin?" beomgyu asked a moment or two later.

soobin tilted his head slightly, seemingly confused by beomgyu's question. "uhh, i'm not sure. i don't know if she was invited."

"but.. i thought you said she was the one throwing this party?"

"what? wait-" suddenly soobin laughed, earning three equally as confused stares from the rest of you. "no! i said yeonjun was hosting this party!"

the bottle in your hand was suddenly crushed by your own reflex, forcing the water to splash directly into your face and causing you to sputter from the shock.

despite the three boys surrounding you and repeatedly asking if you were okay, you truly could not hear either of them. even without a single alcoholic drink in your system, the room suddenly felt as if it were spinning.

you only briefly heard something about a towel and fresh air before beomgyu and soobin disappeared into the crowd, leaving kai to intertwine his arm with yours and carefully lead you to the outside patio.

the summer breeze helped clear your mind just enough to calm your panicked breathing, allowing you to think rationally and fully grasp the situation at hand.

"kai, we need to leave."

but it was too late.

those same dark brown eyes from five years ago had already spotted you.

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a/n:

okay SO i have been completely obsessed with 5sos' song 'you don't go to parties' lately, so it is my current inspiration for the small idea behind this au. for anyone who hasn't heard or doesn't know it, i highly highly recommend it!

idk how i feel about the little prologue at the beginning, but i guess i just wanted to include it for a somewhat better understanding of what happened between yeonjun and y/n. it's a little long, so bear with me !! and updates for this will be much slower this time around, since i don't want to overwhelm myself.

anywayyy, pls pls pls let me know what you think and if anyone will actually look forward to this becoming a series of its own as well!! i really really hope you all still enjoy it !! it's a little different from my first project (shoutout to the ceo's son), but i do hope that it'll receive just as much attention and reach any expectations you may have :,) <3 thank you all for taking the time to support my little stories!

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[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 11 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 11 - Something everybody should know // Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: a tiny bit of spice

Summary: You can’t avoid Bucky forever.

The bottom of the clear sky is plastered with several shades of yellow and orange. The sun barely peeks out from behind the horizon and the woods, raising in the distance. The warm rays cover the garden in a golden hue, making everything radiant and beautiful. Small droplets of water glitter and shine on the green lawn. The colorful flowers rock back and forth to the will of the light early morning breeze. Their sweet scent swirls and lingers in the fresh air. Birds hide in the greenery, singing their joyful songs to awaken nature.

You wander around the garden, trying to clear your mind and freshen up before your work starts. Small pebbles creak under your steps as you walk around, thinking. Your conversation with Steve's girlfriend helped you with your mixed feelings. Now you don't feel guilty anymore because of that one kiss. The sane part of your mind still tells you to pack your things and leave, but your other side doesn't let you do it. The truth is, you don't want to quit and not just because you enjoy working here. You like Bucky. He showed you nothing but kindness and patience, and you have no real reason to back away from whatever the future may bring.

Before you know it, you are at the glass roof-protected pool at the back of the garden. Small waves glint under the sun as somebody swims beneath the surface. At first, you don't even know who he is, but before you could move along, disappearing behind the trees and bushes, the man comes up for air, and both of you find yourselves looking at each other. His arms are on the edge of the pool. His muscles bulge on his ink-covered arms and shoulders. "Oh," you break the silence. "I'm sorry. I didn't know somebody was here." "It's okay," Bucky smiles. Small water drops glint on his lashes as he blinks them off. "Why are you up so early?" "I just..." you shrug. It's hard to find the right words when he is half-naked. "I couldn't sleep." "Do you want to come in?" He asks, nodding to the water behind him. "I don't have a swimsuit," you reply. "That's unfortunate," he hums. Bucky wants to say you don't need anything to join him but keeps his mouth shut. He doesn't want to scare you away. "We have to get you one." "Yeah," you nod, looking around the garden. "I go and let you enjoy your swim. Do you need coffee when you come back?" A small smirk pulls on his lips as he pushes himself away from the wall. His broad chest is out of the water, and you know he is showing off. The cords of his muscles flex as he moves, and warmth flutters in your belly at the view.

Okay, you think, trying to keep your sanity, I really need to get out of here.

"Or you could stay," he offers. "The water is really good." You should go. You are not ready to talk to your boss while he is half-naked and wet. But you stay standing there, frozen, thinking about the kiss. His lips seem more tempting like this, wet. "Okay," you breathe out after a while, taking a seat on the edge of the pool and putting your legs into the warm water. For a second, you are really sad that you have nothing to wear for swimming. "I heard you talked with Steve's girl," he says after a while, and you know where it's going. "Yes," you nod. "She is really amazing." "She is," Bucky agrees. "But you should know, she and Steve tell each other everything." "And... and there is something they shouldn't know?" You ask, gulping and glaring down the water. You know what he is thinking about, and suddenly, you feel insecure. Maybe talking with Sugar wasn't a good idea. Maybe Sugar was wrong, and Bucky thinks the kiss was a mistake. "No," Bucky replies, moving closer and closer. "I think everybody should know about it." "Why?" You glance at him. He is closer than you thought. "Because everybody should know about my intentions." He is in front of you now. His large hands are on your ankles, moving up on your legs, massaging your flesh on their way. "And what are your intentions?" You ask him. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper. His hands are on the back of your knees, gripping your leg to spread them. You know it's impossible, but you are really afraid he can see the rapid pulsing between your legs. His movements are slow, watching out for your reaction to his closeness. "First," he says, pushing himself against you. Feeling his chest on yours, you don't even care about your clothes. Your mind is blank as you watch his handsome face. "I want to take you on a date. Tomorrow. How does it sound?"

A date? With him?

"Okay," you whisper, nodding. "Then," he continues, leaning closer. His warm breath is on your lips, making them tingle with anticipation. "I will woo you to become so obsessed with me as I am with you." You are sure it's already the case, but you don't tell him that. The thought of Bucky trying to woo you makes you excited. "You can try," you reply, a bit cheekily when you wake up from the daze he put you in. Your attention turns from the lazy smirk on his lips to his blue eyes. "I will, Bunny," he hums. His lips are almost on yours. You can feel the rumble of his words. "And I always get what I want." "Just-," you gulp. You are ready to jump out of your skin at any moment now. "Just kiss me already."

And he does. It's more confident than the last time. Bucky truly knows what he wants and is not afraid to take it. He nibbles on your lips until you open your mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, dominating the kiss with his arms on your hips. Your own hands are on his shoulders, moving up to his neck and keeping him close to you. Your legs are around his hips. You can feel his hardness as he presses himself closer.

"Bucky," you squeak his name into his mouth when you feel his hold tightening around you. "What are you-?" And with that, you are in the water. Mind still dizzy, and your clothes are soaked. Bucky's laugh is muffled from above the surface. "Why did you do it?" You gasp, finding the bottom of the pool to stand up, wiping the water off your face. You try to sound angry, but in reality, being in the water feels good, and his arms soon sneak around your waist to pull you against him. "I thought you should cool down a bit," he replies cheekily. His blue eyes glint with mischief and happiness. "You should do that too," you tell him, feeling his erection pressed against your hip. "I have an idea," he hums, leaning closer again, but before he could kiss you again, you splash him across the face, slipping out of his reach. "Oh, Bunny," he hums. "You are in trouble."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6: Let’s enjoy the beach, sensei!

Summary: Shouta and you enjoy the beach. Kaminari makes a show, as always. Who invited that kid, anyway? And why is he so funny?!

Warnings: Swear words

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It’s scorching hot on the the beach; Aizawa looks like a frightened animal as you two make your way out into the sun, Aizawa is squirming and stepping back as the first rays hit his face.

“Nope. This is terrible. We shouldn’t be out. It’s dangerous.” Aizawa moans and you can’t help the laugh erupting from your chest, loud and happy as you take his hand to pull him forward.

“It’s late in the afternoon, it’s perfectly safe. Going to the sun also comes with its perks you know.” You wink, but Shouta just looks at you with pure confusion. “Oh my god, you are such a grumpy old man.” You sigh, but your smile doesn’t falter. “Well, we can help each other apply sunscreen for instance… hide under the small parasol together, splash each other in the water until one of us trips and the other catches them…”

“You watch way too many romantic movies, Y/N.” Shouta smiles, but moves forward anyway; you don’t answer just take his hands instead, fingers entwining as you pull him towards the small parasol on the side of the beach. The kids wave at you happily; Eri Chan is buried in the sand, Hitoshi and Kaminari shaping it on top of her; Aizawa stops in his tracks and stares at the two misbehaving boys.

“Are those breasts you are trying to make, Kaminari-kun?” Aizawa starts to reprimand, but you jump into his words before he ruins the fun.

“They look a bit unrealistic, don’t they?” You yell back. Aizawa hides face in his palms out of embarrassment.

“Well, we’ve never seen one in real life, miss!” Kaminari retorts, giggling like a child. Which he is. Technically.

“I can help!” Megumi tries to get a space next to the two boys, but they both have a massive grin on their faces. Oh no…

“Megumi, I love you, but…” Kaminari starts teasing but he can’t finish the sentence.

“If you are about to make a comment about my non-existent boobs, I’ll explode you to the Moon through your asshole.”

Damn. That was a smooth retort.

“Language!” Aizawa yells, but he gets ignored.

“Can you do that? Hypothetically?” Kaminari perks up, not even offended by her threat.

“Hypothetically, she can put her finger in and explode your insides. Your body would fall into pieces before the actual explosion makes it to the sky, so the answer is no, Denki.” Aizawa deadpans and there are actual shivers going down Kaminari’s spine.

“Fear these fingers, blondie.” Megumi winks and Kaminari decides this is a good time for a swim; he runs away like his life depends on it - and it probably is - and Megumi can finally finish the masterpiece on top of Eri who tries her best to not ask why would anyone want to touch someone’s asshole willingly.

“Now that you scared the shit out of that poor boy, can we sit down?” You whisper into the hero’s ears.

“I wanted to do that for so long.” Shouta makes an unattractive, manic grin and makes his way to the parasol happily.

“You are insane.” You mutter under your breath, followed by a small giggle.

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“Can I rub sunscreen on your back, Shouta?” You smile at him, after the kids had calmed down and settled under the other parasol to play a board game.

“I’m wearing a shirt.” Aizawa retorts, but he sighs after seeing the angry pout on your lips. “If you want me to strip, just ask nicely.” He smiles cheekily, slowly taking his unbuttoned shirt off while keeping eye contact the whole time. Your mouth feels really dry suddenly, so you decide to take a few sips of the ice tea you brought out with you before getting to work.

Aizawa’s skin is full of scars, mostly small ones, but there is a massive scar on his elbows; it looks like the skin crumbled on it, pinks and reds swirling together with the healthy skin. You’ve seen this one before but not this close; you take his arm and put it in your lap to take a better look.

“Shigaraki. The first time the League infiltrated UA.” Aizawa says and you have no other questions after that; you look at the scar with a terrified look on your face, thinking back on the media coverage of that certain UA accident. “Don’t think about it. It’s over.” Shouta’s voice is deep and husky as he slowly moves his arms out of your grasp; they end up on your shoulders, right where your kimono started to fall down, but instead of putting it back he lets it fall further down, his fingers trailing over your naked skin. He moves his other hand to your other shoulder to do the same, his eye trailing after the light fabric as it falls into your lap. Your breath hitches from his fleeting touches and from the way his eye darkens as he takes you in; the heat outside is nothing compared to the one under the parasol, it feels like the whole place will set on fire if you two keep this on.

“What are you doing?” You whisper into the space between you, too scared to speak up loudly; you want to run away but you also want to stay and let the whole world burn; Shouta’s touch is addicting and you don’t even care if you get burned anymore.

“Changing the topic to something pleasant… and beautiful.” Aizawa smiles. Your whole body shakes from his lovesick gaze. He moves his hands without breaking the eye contact, searching for the bottle of sunscreen on the towel; when he finds it, he gently asks you to turn over properly which you do right away, and he applies the lotion gently, stopping at your shoulders to give it a good rub and you feel your muscles relax under his palm. After a few minutes, he stops the impromptu massage and you can feel him snuggling closer; Shouta puts his head on your shoulders while his arms snake around your middle, pulling you between his legs from behind.

Your heart has a hard time with the sudden closeness, it writhes in your chest, begging to be released from your rib cage to roam free; Aizawa finds your hands in your lap and brings them up to your belly, his fingers playing with yours as he grumbles into your ears.

“You know what Hitoshi said when I told him I rejected you?”

“What?” You whimper, your voice unsteady. This is such an intimate position and the kids are just a few steps away, you really thought you’ll be the one chasing after the teacher, begging for his attention, but it’s quite the opposite… you didn’t even think about this option to be honest.

“He told me he thought I finally pulled my head out of my ass but apparently I’m still an idiot.”

You can’t help but snort at that.

“That’s really harsh.”

“He was right, though. I didn’t think I can have this anymore, I thought all my chances to have a full family sailed away when I lost my leg and my eye. Scratch that, I was thinking this was even before that. I’m mean, strict and I have no emotions on a normal day and I walk around with a sleeping bag. I’m not the type of guy a person would want to end up with except if they have a messed up head.”

“Are you calling me a lunatic, Mister?” You turn your head towards him, but you didn’t think about the close proximity when you first moved; Shouta is so close you could just kiss him without straining your neck and you feel such an urge to close the distance and leave a tiny peck on his lips…

Looks like Shouta had the same thoughts; he leaves a tiny kiss on your cheeks and one on your brows.

“You wanna have three and a half kids instead of one at the age of 29? Live with a crippled man in a cabin in the woods barely big enough for three? You really are bonkers, as Kaminari would say.” Shouta says with a rueful smile.

“Cementoss can make a few more rooms, I’m sure. And don’t call yourself that. You are perfect. Now let me get you ready, we are going in.”

Okay, this was a pathetic attempt to change the topic and totally not as smooth as Shouta’s was but if you need to sit here for another second, you’ll loose your shit and kiss him senseless right in front of your children.

He smells so nice and his skin is so soft, his hair tickles your cheeks and shoulders as he moves around and it’s just too much for your fragile little heart, it’s too much temptation. Fuck, you want to straddle him so much and kiss him until he understands how much you want him to be yours.

“I’m not going in! No way.”

“I want to cool down and I want to do it with you. So shut up and let me take care of you.”

You make a quick work of coating the pale man in as much sun lotion as humanly possible before you try your best puppy eyes to make him move. He looks at his prosthetic leg and that’s when you realize how rude you’ve been; you two literally just had a conversation about him not feeling comfortable to take it down in front of you so soon, yet here you are, forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to.

“Ahh, never mind. I forgot about your leg. Sorry.” You smile at him awkwardly, strongly thinking about running away. Aizawa only smiles at you and takes your hand to usher you to sit back down.

“Come here, I’ll show you something.” He says, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. “Push that button.” He points at a small, black button on his prosthetic leg. You push the button with shaky hands and something clicks; the main part loosens up and Aizawa pulls it off his leg and puts it on the side. He points at his leg again. “This is a sleeve. It’s basically like a thick sock with a pin on it. Thanks to the modern technology, it’s barely visible. When you pressed the button you released this pin. That’s how you take it off. Now this looks disgusting because it looks like skin, so I’m sorry in advance…” Shouta peels the sleeve off and it does indeed look like he’s peeling his own skin off, but eventually, the thing comes off and you can breathe again. “And that’s my real leg.” Aizawa mutters with a flushed face. You can’t help the guilt gnawing at your insides for forcing him to do this.

“I’m sorry for pushing you, I should have done that. I got carried away and I…”

“… And I want to enjoy the waves with you. I want to see you smile and be your own bubbly self. I want you to see it all, the good and the bad so you can… think about this.”

“You mean, think about us?”

“Yeah.” He sighs.

“You know I’m not going to run away because of this, right?” You look at the hero questioningly; Shouta does his best to avoid eye contact, clearly embarrassed by his stupidity.

“Sorry. I just…”

“You’re just looking an excuse to run away from this, yeah, I’m aware.” You reprimand. “And I’ll be a nice gal and I’ll ignore it for today, but if you do this again, I’ll kick you in the ass. I’m here because I… because I fucking like you and I adore your family. And now, mister, we are going to enjoy the waves. No more sad talk today. Just happy times.” You smile at Shouta happily and he doesn’t have the heart to say no.

You end up dragging him to the sea while he skips on one leg with his arms around your shoulders; you both take a quick look at the kids under the parasol to make sure they are okay and safe, then make your way deeper into the sea. You stop when the highest waves reach your chests; the sea is almost warm and the water feels nice after being under the sun for so long.

“Are you done being negative about everything?” You pout at the hero in front of you.

“For today, yeah.” Shouta answers honestly and you can’t help but sigh.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear, but I’ll take it.” You murmur with a sad look on your face; you can’t help it, it feels like you are doing everything wrong and instead of the butterflies in your belly you feel anxious about making Shouta uncomfortable. “Do you even want me to be here? Or did you just ask me to come because I was pushy about it?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because his face contorts into a frown right away.

“You can’t be serious.” Shouta deadpans. “I should ask you that, not the other way around. You’ve been pushing yourself the whole time, trying to make us feel comfortable…”

“Yes, I wanted it to be perfect!” You retort angrily. “I wanted you to stop overthinking for a second and just enjoy being here, with your family, with me…” You choke on a sob by the end of your sentence.

“Life is not perfect, Y/N.” Shouta caresses your cheek and the butterflies are back. You look up at your companion with teary eyes, . You didn’t realize how close you two are until now; your noses brush as you look up, and you swear you can feel the electricity cracking around you two.

“But… you are… perfect… to me. Everything about you is perfect when you let yourself loose from all the worry. Your lazy smile when we video call in the morning, your tired eyes when we talk in the afternoon, your messy head right before bedtime… Shouta, I…”

“Stop.” Shouta’s forehead connects with yours. He pulls you closer to him, your bodies slotting perfectly under the water, you can feel his abs tickling your soft skin and the time stops around you two; there’s only Shouta and you in the middle of nowhere, in the tingling water… wait, why is the water tingling?!

“Kaminari just electrocuted the water.” Shouta giggles and indeed, the boy is standing in the water a few feet down from you two, unashamedly staring at you two from the distance. “What are you doing, problem child?” Aizawa yells at the poor kid who looks like he just came out of a daze.

“Sorry, I got too excited to see your first kiss and now I ruined it!” The yellow haired boy yells back, but he doesn’t look sorry at all.

“OMG, DID THEY KISS?!” Megumi barges into the water to hear the boy better.

“No, I ruined it!” Kaminari yells, even though Megumi is right next to him.

“The fuck are you yelling for?!” Megumi covers her ears with a frown on her face.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

“To see your teacher making out with my auntie? Weirdo.”

“Let’s get out of here.” Shouta smiles and he doesn’t need to ask you twice for you to help him out of the deep water.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble.

- Apparently, the way I described the prosthetic leg is legit. I watched a YouTube video about it. The second skin part was my own idea though, because the plasticky sleeve reminded me of fake skin so I decided to change it up a bit and make the sleeve look more “real.”

- Kaminari wouldn’t be able to make the water tingle. Sea water is apparently less conductive than freshwater anyway - If you pump electricity into the ocean or the sea, it will conduct across the ocean similar to the way a wire would carry electrical current. However, the current would diffuse over the entire ocean and would be unnoticeable. He would probably be able to do actual damage with his ultimate power though, but not with a tiny spark.

I copied that from the internet, I’m not some kind of genius, by the way.

- Yes, I have ADHD. Kaminari does too.

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𝙒𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

The sound of the loud alarm could be heard echoing in the room, while the rays of the sun made seeped their way in through the crack of the blinds on the windows.

Enji slowly opened his eyes but laid still not turning the ringing off. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked over to his right side and saw you were still in a deep sleep.

Reaching over the nightstand he shut the alarm off, making sure it wouldn't end up waking you up even though he himself wasn't really awake yet.

It was another day, same routine, same distant relationship, another day where he wouldn't be able to hold you like he used to.

While he was in his mind you woke up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. The light coming in made you squint your eyes, slowly you sat up on the bed.

He did the same, not being able to help himself by looking back at you and seeing the way your messy hair looked like in the morning. No matter how much you used to whine about it not looking normal, to him it was the one of the things he loved the most about you.

It was his favorite times in the morning where the two of you could be vulnerable with one another, with all your flaws.

"I didn't realize you had woken up." You spoke, getting up from the bed and sliding your feet into your slippers.

Enji slightly blushed feeling the dip on the bed loosen as you stood up. "I- uh just woke up myself. I thought you might want to sleep in since you came home late last night."

"I can't today."

"I'm sure if you call in they wouldn't mind letting you stay home today." He got up following you to the bathroom. "I'm worried you haven't gotten enough sleep these days-"

"I can't." You repeated as you got ready for work. "I have a meeting today."

He knew things between you two weren't okay- well haven't been for a while now. Still, he was worried about your well being. As much as he loved you having the career you wanted, it also stressed him seeing how tired and over work you often came back home.

"I don't mean this in a bad way," he said knowing it might make you upset but you had to know. "Lately you haven't had as much energy ever since you got promoted, I understand your work is important but you need to rest."

"I'll rest once the important project is done." You stated, washing your face. "Until then I can't waste time on resting."

Leaning against the doorway he looked at you, worry in his eyes. "Y/n... it's okay to want to put your all into the work you love but you can't burn yourself out-"

Yesterday was already hard on you, the last thing you wanted to deal with were his comment about you work. "No offence but you do the same whenever you come home late beaten and bruised up." Drying your face with the small towel on the rack, you looked at him. "You have no right to tell me what I'm doing is wrong when I've begged you to take care of yourself first a dozen times."

You walked passed not wanting to waste anymore time knowing you were already running late. A pair of footsteps could be heard from behind you, it's like he was following you around like a lost puppy.

"At least let me make you something to eat then." He insisted. "I can whip you up something you like, remember when I used to make you (favorite food) all the time?"

Your patience was really running thin with everything, you knew he meant well but even you found it quite out of character lately since you both only talked with one another when it was about work and nothing else.

After putting your scarf on you grabbed your bag, getting ready to head out. "That's okay, I can just grab something on my way to the agency." Quickly you walked out of your shared bedroom and to the door to put your shoes on.

"Well then how about dinner later?" He suggested as he followed you once again. "I can make a quick reservation at the restaurant we used to go to often or that ramen place that's around the corner-"

"Enji." You spoke turning to look at him, "Why are you suddenly trying to act like how things used to be? You- we've had months to fix things but we never did."

Rubbing the back of his neck, a sigh escaped. "Because..."

You waited, wishing, hoping that he'd elaborate on his reason, to explain as to why he wanted to fix things but he never did. Shaking your head you placed your hand on the doorknob, as your back turned to face him you spoke.

"You can't keep doing this... wanting to suddenly try to change things when you don't ever bother telling me why. It hurts... for once I wish you'd actually use your own words without me trying to figure it out by the tiny clues you try to give me."

Your eyes started to turn watery, sniffling you wiped away the tears that threatened to escape with your other hand. "If you won't change your ways... then I guess there won't ever be a chance for us to rescue what we once had."

He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stop you but he froze. You were gone, making it too late for him to ever say what was on his mind.

"Morning, Endeavor." Kurumada said, smiling at him as he opened the door for his boss to get in.

"Morning." Enji mumbled as he got inside.

His morning felt so slow, after you had left, he realized how lonely the house was. Since he left his old house to his children and Rei, he never thought he would experience it all over again.

The thoughts that were running through his mind were derailing him into a spiral of sadness and loneliness. He didn't want to picture his life without you but he had to be realistic that maybe your relationship had run its course.

That maybe he was paying for all the things he did to his family.

"Am I not picking up, Mr. Hawks?" Kurumada asked. "Endeavor, sir?"

Enji was too wrapped up in his thoughts to acknowledge the question that was being asked.

Kurumada understood he needed time alone and continued driving to the agency in silence.

Upon arriving to his agency he saw his son Shoto arriving as well. Enji headed inside only giving him a small nod with no bickering or even a good morning, that would sometimes catch Shoto off guard.

"Did something happen?" Shoto asked Kurumada.

"Good morning young Todoroki," he said. "Actually I was going to ask you the same thing. Endeavor was quiet this morning."

"Did he not arrive here with Hawks?"

He shook his head. "I asked him but he didn't respond to my question. I haven't seen him this quiet since he left his old home."

Shoto thanked him and went inside following Enji. Although they had their difficulties it made him worry about what could possibly be going on with his father.

There was a knock at the door, Enji looked up. "Come in." He spoke.

The door opened to reveal Shoto, "Endeavor we got the info on those villains that blew up the cars."

"Okay." He said looking back down at the papers that were on his desk but didn't move a muscle to complete them.

Shoto noticed he wasn't moving at all like he usually did whenever a report or a notice about some villains came in. He was zoned out.

"Do you not want to go and talk to them yourself?"

He shook his head, "No it's fine. I'm sure someone else can attend to it."

There was something going on, it had been months since Enji has actually acted like himself. Shoto didn't want to butt into his business but sooner or later it was going to affect his work.

"I know it's not my business," Shoto said walking towards him and stood in front of his desk. "Your private life is yours, but did something happen between you and y/n?"

Enji sighed closing his eyes as he rested his head in his hands, elbows on his desk. "W-we're just-" he felt hesitant to say anything, but knew he had to talk to someone. "We've been distant to tell you the truth, things haven't been the same. I do not know how it began but before I was able to stop it, the distance grew... now I don't know what to do."

"Can I?" Shoto asked pointing at the chair.

"Sure."

He sat down looking directly at him. "Did it start when you had to stay overnight?"

"No..." Enji leaned back into his chair. "At least I don't think so... she was working long shifts as well that we barely had enough time to see one another."

"I'm not an expert but maybe both of you didn't have time for one another after being overworked. You said you'd get home at different times, it's normal to be exhausted."

"I saw how tired she got home, barely had enough energy in her to shower let alone eat." He closed his eyes trying to think back to when was the last time you two spend any time together. "It pained me to see her so worn out, I didn't want to bug her or complain about not being able to have at least one meal together."

"I'm not trying to make you feel even more worse than you already but I gotta be honest," Enji opened his eyes, tilting his head forward to look at his son. "You're making the same mistake as you did with mom."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm talking about how you're ignoring the issue and pushing it under the rug. You're both waiting for one another to bring it up but too afraid to say anything." Shoto sighed, "The longer you wait to talk to her about how you're feeling... you'll only end up losing her. Y/n has been a great part of your life we can all tell how much she's helped and changed you. To be honest we are fond of her too so is mom so it would suck to lose her as well."

A small smile formed on his lips. "I'm happy to see that you guys had approved of her... it means a lot to hear that son."

Shoto looked away feeling embarrassed. "I-I uh know we've had our differences but... even so you deserve to be happy too."

It swelled his chest with happiness knowing that had his son's support. Not only that, but also that their relationship was changing slowly but surely for the better.

A call then came in interrupting their conversation. "Give me one sec." He said and pressed on the button letting the call come through.

"Yes?"

"Endeavor sir, a villain was reported terrorizing the city a few blocks away from the agency near Kozumi technology. We were asked to rush in."

"Kozumi technology?" Shoto asked. "Isn't that the place where Y/n works?"

"It is." He quickly answered back. "We're on our way send us the address."

Shoto followed Enji quickly out of his office, as he fixed his gear, worry ran through his mind. Hoping and silently praying that the villain didn't get anywhere near you.

"I think this will be the best approach." You said trying to block out the noise that was coming from waiting room's tv.

"It sure does sound like the better option, they asked for something different," your boss said smiling. "They're going to love it-"

"Endeavor you have been told that you're the last hero the citizen's trust," the reporter said. "Do you think they'll ever be able to trust you?"

"My duty is to protect each human life whether they see me as a number one hero or not," he answered. "I am here to make sure villains do not torment the city or cause fear. I will make sure to show them that they can trust me, I hope one day they do accept me as the next number one hero."

"Are you saying that you care about the public's opinion? When just a few months ago you said you could care less about what they thought about you."

"Alright you're dismissed, thank you for your hard work." He said.

"Thank you sir." You answered and quickly walked out of the office, stopping at the tv on the way to your invention room.

It was visible to see how nervous and stressed he was due to the reporters lack of empathy. She knew what she was doing, trying to make him look as the bad guy by any means necessary.

"How can the public trust anything you're saying when we saw and heard that one of the most notorious wanted criminal, Dabi, said you were his father." She shoved the microphone closer to his face, making him stagger back. "Are you going to do everything to make sure he doesn't go to jail?"

Enji's eyes downcasted, "No... Dabi committed many crimes even though it hurts me to see my own son being punished it's something that must happen."

"Is it true that you were the cause behind his behavior?" She slightly smirked. "If a hero hurts his own family too, the innocent people have a right to feel afraid of someone like yourself-"

You clenched your jaw tightly, hands turning into fists. Your eyes quickly scanned the tv trying to find the location of where it was taking place. Luckily a message was sent to you about his whereabouts.

"Good," you mumbled seeing the interview was taking place down the street. Quickly you ran out of the building, not excusing yourself as you bumped into people. Your anger had risen, yes your relationship wasn't the same as it used to but you still loved him. No one else knew what you did, all the stuff he went through that fateful day when he found out about his existence. It wasn't fair to him to get treated as if he wasn't a human being with emotions.

When you had arrived the crowd had grown, some people were shouting for his defence while others stayed silent listening her speak.

"-aren't you the same reason as to why Rei Todoroki had to be sent to the hospital because you labeled your children's mother as a threat to their safety?"

You were beyond furious now. As you marched towards her people took a step back feeling the irritability radiating off of you. Your hand quickly connected with her cheek, stopping her from saying anything else.

The crowd became silent.

Enji was too shocked to say anything, he didn't know if it was because you showed up or that you slapped her in front of live tv.

You could feel the stinging sensation on your hand, but you didn't care. The reporter however held her cheek tightly, staring at you in shock. A bruise starting to form around her red skin.

"What the hell is your problem?!" You shouted.

"My problem?" She questioned looking at you as if you were crazy. "You're the one that just slapped me?!"

"You're seriously going to make yourself the victim? After all the bullshit you've thrown at him?" Staring at her down you continued. "Since the interview started you've done nothing but berate him in front of live TV for your pleasure. You never even once stopped to think about what he has been through!"

"Why should I?!" She retorted. "Endeavor is the most selfish, egotistical, bastard hero that has ever lived. He's never cared about his fans or those around him! It's my job to speak out the truth because others care too much about their reputation to do so."

"That's going to make you likeable?" You asked. "Do you think people who watch your show actually like you? The only thought that runs through their mind is seeing how much of a loud mouth, bitch you are."

Her eyes widened. "What did you just call me-"

"You heard me!" You exclaimed. "You make it seem as if no one can make mistakes these days. Every single hero you've interviewed you brought them down. Not once have you had anything good to say about them or the amazing hero work they've done. And I'm sick of it."

She stepped forward moving her hair to side. "If you hate it so much then why don't you go complain to my higher ups?"

"Oh trust me," you closed the gap between you two, glaring at her. "I'm planning on making sure this little show stops."

"Why do you even care about him?" She pointed at Enji, looking at him. "He's the worst possible person to hold the number one title."

Your face flushed a bright red, you could feel your heart racing faster. Standing tall, you stepped back looking at everyone around you. You walked over to Enji, standing beside him.

"Because I've seen how he's put himself back together after all the tragedies that have stuck." You spoke. "After fighting that flying nomu he didn't stop to rest afterwards, he cooperated with the police to find a way to stop them from attacking the city. He visited the people who were affected by that monster."

Turning your head to the side, you tilted your head up to look at him. To really take a good at him, for the first time since you two became distant.

"Yes he wasn't the best hero even before he was given the number one spot," you smiled small at him. "But nobody is perfect. Endeavor has struggled to make himself a better person and evolve but I've seen it first hand. He's worked hard none stop to make change and put an end to the league of villains. I know the difference that he can make, he's the hero who can do it." Putting your pride aside you reached out and held his hand lovingly. "So I ask that we give him the chance to prove himself and for him to show us what he's all about. Endeavor deserves it just like anyone else deserves a second chance."

Enji looked at you with such love in his eyes, he was taken back by your actions but it only made him fall in love with you all over again. He forgot how warm your skin always felt, compared to his, no matter what the weather was like. He missed having you close to him, holding you during cold nights. Or when you would let him lay his head on your chest when he came home tired. He missed everything about you.

"Thank you for being here for me." He softly spoke.

You blushed looking down at your intertwined hands. "I-I couldn't let her speak about you like that... it wasn't right."

"I'm so sorry about how I've acted..." he sighed taking a hold of your other hand. "I shouldn't have let the distance grow between us."

"It was both our faults, don't blame only yourself." You said. "I should have sat down with you and talked like the adults we are. I'm sorry for not putting effort either especially this morning... I know you meant well."

Enji closed the distance between you both. "I promise from now on things are going to be different." He slowly leaned in, forgetting about the crowd that was still surrounding you two. He waited to see if there was any hesitation on your part, seeing there was none he continued.

You closed your eyes, feeling the light stubble he had grown on his face. You even stopped breathing as he got closer.

Your lips then connected together, even though it was the first time, the kiss felt magical. His lips were a lot softer than they had appeared to be. You missed him. The kiss just confirmed that the love you once had was still there waiting for it to escape to the surface again.

A smile formed on his lips making you chuckle. You both stood close kissing each other away, not even listening to the cheers and awes that erupted around you two.

Everything felt just as how it's supposed to be.

After a minute or so you both pulled away, mirroring each other's grinning faces. Enji pulled you into his chest as you hid your blushing face.

"I love you beautiful." He whispered into your ear.

You smiled resting the side of your face on his chest, hearing his heart beating fast.

"I love you too."

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Andrew | Beautiful You | Romantic

Requested: Yes

In spite of your low self-esteem, Andrew reassures you that you are just as beautiful as those you compare yourself to, and to him, even more so.

Thomas is not exactly subtle. Whereas he has been staring at Ramah for the past twenty minutes across camp, you have found him out the second he set eyes on her, and are now observing the strange scene by looking up from your sewing every so often.

Matthew tries to be more discreet, but your keen eye has spotted him as well. His gaze is fixated upon Mary, watching her carefully, eagerly drinking in every detail of her.

The two women do not seem to mind it. At least, they don’t seem to be sensing a pair of eyes scrutinising them. 

You don’t feel a pair of eyes on you, either. 

But why would you? It’s not like you’d ever be half as beautiful as Mary or Ramah. Their hair shines, their faces brighten up under any circumstances. Even when tired, they are rays of sunshine, vessels of pure beauty, and you… You are just you. 

Plain, simple, unassuming. With (h/c) hair you wished to be more healthy. And you are certain your (e/c) eyes don’t sparkle as vividly as Tamar’s dark ones. Of course the bachelors around camp will not even consider you a potential marriage candidate. Not when the other three women around your own age here are way more attractive than you are.

You are sunken away in thought as you are suddenly roughly disturbed from your focused state when you accidentally poke your finger with the needle you are holding. Yelping, you immediately bring it to your lips to take up the small droplet of blood that immediately appears. 

Footsteps approach you from behind, and before you can even withdraw your index finger from your mouth, Thomas’ voice rings inside your ears. 

“Hey, (Y/n), could you maybe help me with… Are you okay?” 

You slowly take your hand away from your face and hum, eyeing him expectantly as he gives you a strange look. 

“Well then. Okay, could you maybe help me with trying to ask for Ramah’s hand? I-I mean not like that! I am just… I am trying to… Do you know… Does she… Ever mention me?”

One of your eyebrows rises higher on your face. Thomas awkwardly grins as he gives you a hopeful look, anxiously awaiting your answer. 

“She does, but… What would you need my help for? I do not know the kind of man her father is, so I’m not sure of what use I’d be and–”

“Kafni is fully aware that I intend to marry his daughter one day.” Thomas interrupts you, “It’s just… I want to do something special for her, you know? Ah… Let me rephrase. Imagine being a bachelorette waiting for a potential love interest to ask for her hand…” – Not that difficult to imagine, you bitterly think to yourself – “What would you like him to do? What would make you more interested in marrying a man?”

You put down your sewing work and purse your lips, humming in thought. “Let’s see,” you muse, “Ah… I never really considered anyone being interested in me that way, but… I think I would be interested in being with a man who is Godly, respectful, kind and caring, and most of all he’d have to accept me as I am. I wouldn’t want him to do anything specific, but…”

Pausing, you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling emotional as your throat feels tighter. 

“But the only thing I’d ask for is for him to accept me for who I am, flaws and all.”

Thomas thinks for a moment, gazes over at Ramah, and then shrugs. “Not exactly the kind of answer I was looking for, but thank you anyways, (Y/n).”

You give him a grimace of a smile as he stalks off before even giving you the chance to react. You’re certain he didn’t mean anything negative with it, but it leaves you feeling even more lonely than you are, a pit growing in your stomach. 

Suddenly, you are yearning for some time alone.

Putting down your work, you stand and stretch your sore limbs before heading for the women’s tent, grabbing your shoulder bag containing a few belongings. 

“Where are you going?” Tamar asks as she looks up from her chores, “Is something going on?”

With a small shake of your head, you smile at her. “No, nothing is going on. I just need some time to myself.”

“Where will you be heading?”

You sigh, but there is no hint of annoyance in the sound. “Just to the nearby lake, I think. I need to sort out my thoughts.”

“I know that look. You seem troubled.”

You halt in your step and momentarily consider opening up to her. Tamar seems concerned enough to inquire about it, so why not? She is your friend after all, but you’re not sure if she would understand completely.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure her, “Thank you. I’ll see you later.” Tamar remains unconvinced as you leave the shade of the tent, stepping out into the scorching sun. 

Holding onto the strap of your bag, you head for the body of water you know to be nearby. 

You had seen Andrew and John head out for it yesterday evening in the hopes of catching a few fish for dinner tonight in the shallow parts of the water, although the latter of the two had returned to camp with no catch and an upset stomach about an hour ago, complaining about feeling under the weather. 

The lake seems deserted for as far as you can look and is only a few minutes away. Part of it is around a bend, but there grows little to no foliage there, leaving you to take a seat with your back to camp, finding some coverage underneath a small tree. 

You sigh and look out over the water, drinking in the feeling of serenity and solemnity. You’re just far enough away from the encampment to not hear any sounds from it, leaving you to your thoughts alone. 

They soon drift to the future. Where would the ministry take you? Where would life after the ministry take you? 

Thomas and Ramah would likely be married. Perhaps something would blossom between Mary and Matthew. Tamar would not have any trouble finding a spouse, either.

You’d be the only bachelorette left without a husband. Not that you needed one, but it hurt regardless. 

You’d have to become more pretty, like they were. 

The sun reflects on the water and makes it so that trying to use it as a mirror is futile. From your bag, you take a polished shard of glass you usually use to see your reflection and hold it in front of your face, inspecting your own features in the harsh light of the nearing noon.

Your (s/c) skin lacks radiance, you establish. With your index finger, you point at a few blemishes here and there. It’s dry and flaky from the damage long walks in bright sunlight has brought along. Your lips are chapped in spite of you usually rubbing them with some oil every night before bed. The (h/c) hair that frames your face doesn’t shine like Mary’s luscious locks do, nor do you have the sweet freckles Ramah has, nor the beautiful allure that Tamar possesses. 

A tear rolls down your cheek and you don’t even bother wiping it away. How will you ever be enough? All the bachelors around camp must have crushes on these three women. There is no way that you can compare, even though it is not meant as a competition.

You sniffle, tucking some hair behind your ear in the hopes of making it look better, but the insecurities take the better of you. With a blurring vision, you wrap your free hand over your mouth and stifle the small sob that threatens to escape.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Andrew, carrying the net he has just cleaned over his arm, startles you greatly. Your eyes widen as you instinctively shy away from the sound of his voice, your heart skipping a beat. 

“Are you okay?” he repeats his question when you do not answer. It takes you a second to gather yourself, wiping dry your cheeks with the back of your hand. Andrew, however, has seen more than enough to know that you are crying. His brow is furrowed in worry, although this goes unnoticed by you.

Your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as Andrew drops the net onto the ground and takes a seat next to you, the concern not leaving his face. “Hey now, (Y/n). You’re clearly upset about something. Did something happen?”

Sniffling, you shake your head. “It’s nothing, Andrew,” you hiccup, “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’ll just need some time by myself.”

The younger son of Jonah does not seem to move to get up again, instead leaning closer to you. “If anyone hurt you, just let me know so I can go and–”

“It’s okay.” you cut him off, “Really.”

Andrew doubtfully sighs. “I will not force you to answer, but know that you can go to Jesus with everything, too. I am sure He will know a way to help you.”

You scoff involuntarily and close your eyes in immediate shame. “I don’t think that He can help me. Plus, I don’t want to trouble Him with my insignificant issues.”

“If they are so insignificant, why are you here all by yourself, crying your heart out?”

Swallowing away the lump in your throat, you exhale. “Because it is significant to me, and me alone. I don’t want to inconvenience other people with my nonsense.”

“You can always inconvenience me with anything, (Y/n),” Andrew emphasises, causing your heart to pleasantly jump inside your chest. “If you need anyone to speak to, you know where to find me–”

“Do you think I’m ugly?”

The question leaves your lips before you can realise it has formed there and your neck and throat immediately turn crimson in humiliation. New tears well up inside your eyes, and they soon roll down your face.

Andrew stares at you dumbfoundedly. “What? I-I mean, what are you talking about? Where does that come from?!”

“You aren’t denying it.” you whimper. 

He shakes his head frantically, and if you hadn’t been so dismayed in this moment, you’d have found the movement of his curls humorous. 

“What? No! Not at all, (Y/n)! I-I think you’re gorgeous!” Andrew's cheeks turn pink and he clears his throat. “But– Where are you getting the idea that you aren’t?”

Your face pales. Did you just hear him correctly, or is he just saying what he’d think would comfort you? 

“W-Well, Tamar is always stunning in her gowns and alluring beauty. Ramah is bubbly and beautiful and has caught the eye of Thomas. Mary is so sweet and caring, so it is no surprise that Matthew is totally infatuated with her, but… No one is looking at me! There is no way that I can ever be as appealing as they are, and it is making me feel… Like I’m not worth it.”

Andrew’s jaw drops. 

“(Y/n), you are worth it!”

You inhale sharply. “Thank you, Andrew, it’s kind of you to try and make me feel better, but I know that you’re just saying it because you think it is what I want to hear, but I know that I am not half as beautiful as–”

“I mean it, (Y/n)!” Andrew counters with a tone to his voice that is almost pleading. You finally dare to look back up at him, his dark eyes filled with genuinity. “I think you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.”

You gulp. 

“Any man would be so lucky to marry you. You’re a wonderful woman who pursues Adonai so eagerly. You’re friendly, generous, selfless, admirable. You are beautiful on the inside and on the outside.”

Processing what he is truly saying, you chew the inside of your cheek, your heart hammering inside your chest. “That is one of the nicest things someone has ever said to me.”

Andrew smiles at you - delightfully so - and your stomach swirls with sudden butterflies. 

Could he be… 

His eyes sparkle as he looks at you. You think back on the brief conversation you had with Thomas, about what you’d look for in a potential partner. 

Godly. Kind. And the way he is making sure that you are alright is more than enough evidence to prove that he is sweet and caring. 

And he accepts you just the way you are.

“Andrew,” you croak, voice heavy with emotion. “I… Thank you.” 

The former fisherman hums, smiling a bit, but his face twists as if he is thinking about something.

“I would… I would be very stupid if I were to pass up on this opportunity to ask you if you would be interested in arranging a marriage between you and I… I-If you’d have me, that is.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Are you… Are you serious right now?!”

How could a handsome man like Andrew ever fall for someone like you? Sudden uncertainty tugs at your heartstrings. What if this was some kind of twisted joke he was pulling on you?

No, Andrew would not do that. 

“Of course I am serious.” he whispers. “It would be such an honour to have a woman like you at my side for the rest of my life.”

A large grin breaks out over your face. “Then yes! Yes, please!”

Relief floods Andrew’s features. “Oh, that is wonderful! Thank you for trusting me with this, (Y/n)! I must… I must admit that I’ve been in love with you for a while now.” He averts his gaze, shyly looking away. “For quite some time, actually.” The words make your heart soar and you put your hand on his, smiling broadly. 

“Thank you, too,” you respond, “For seeing in me what I didn’t see in me.”

Andrew smiles softly, brushing some hair out of your face. “I’ll repeat it from now until our final days, (Y/n), that you are the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met.”

Blushing, you lean into his touch as he gently cups your cheek, remaining like that for a few long seconds. 

“Shall we sit here for a while longer?” you suggest after a minute or so. Andrew smiles, scooting closer to you so that his leg brushes against yours. 

“Yes,” he says, looking out over the lake. “You and I, let us sit for a while longer.”

He takes your hand into his and squeezes.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #angel studios #chosen x reader #andrew x reader #the chosen andrew x reader #the chosen andrew

[morickkk]

I Know

( hinted scarian ) desert duo fic

Summary - after limited life, everyone was soon back at their respective servers. There were still times that they have to look at their own surroundings, especially above them. Scared that something will explode again. Grian and Scar on the other hand was still there at the desert.

( Sets in during buttercup timelineee )

Grian was at their cherry tree base , just trying to figure out their last plan to get back on the goat. He thought of getting rid of the man’s redstone again but he knew the other would just start to get more for himself with all the diamonds they own now.

He sighs at the thought and lays down flat on the ground, ignoring the bed near him thats just two blocks away from him. After a bit, grian was still there, only head empty.

– Grian! “ The man in a red jumper groaned in pretend annoyance after hearing the voice. On the other hand, the guy yelling just kept on calling out for him until he was near.

“ Oh mister, don't just lay down there! It’s cold! “ Grian ignored the other by closing his eyes and putting his left arm on them. He heard a humm of disappointment on the other.

Silence was there, it was calming but also uncomfortable. There were only the two of them, the man with a moustache was a bit busy with their work and the other two decided to procrastinate on theirs.

Grian decided to remove his hands and flutter his eyes open, the first thing he saw was the brunette squatting beside him while his face was looking down directly at the other.

Grian was startled but not enough for them to stop staring at each other without any thought of talking or moving. After a minute of two Scar finally spoke.

“ You should lay down on somewhere more comfortable “ they were still on that position, awkwardly trying to communicate on who should move first.

“ No. “

Scar sighed at this response and finally stood up, the other got a little disappointed at that but his face fell while looking at what the brunette was about to do.

The man took a chair, enough for him to reach the leaves that's a substitute for a roof, he quickly moved the leaves to the side and made a bright ray of sunshine hitting the spot he wanted.

He then moved away from the area and smirked at the other. Meanwhile the dirty blonde was there trying to cover the somehow annoying light oh his face, too stubborn to even move away from his place.

“ G, c’mon now you can't be that stubborn “

“ I can, and I will! “

Scar rolled his eyes, and walked on his way to the buttercup meeting table. He pulled out a bundle filled with hia ‘ oh so famous ‘ cookies.

“ You hungry? “ Scar asked. “ Only if it’s not bread. “

Scar chuckles a bit, “ Are cookies bread? “

“ Depends if you put yeast and water in them. Do you? “

“ No! Never! “

“ Can I have some? “

“ You’re going to need to get off of there to get them “

Grian jolts up, glaring at the other whose face was in their signature smirk.

“ I hate youuu.. “

Grian stands up and walks over to the other chair beside the terraformer, The brunette handed the other the bundle while munching one of his handmades.

“ I forgot that you make really good kisses, I missed this. “

“ Why thank you, Grian! I’m glad you liked them . “

Grian humms in response, trying to not make it awkward as it ever was. “ Grian, did you ever regret it? “

“ What? “

“ oh uhm–Nothing. “

Grian heard what the other said loud and clear, but he was confused about the statement. He had many regrets, definitely more than what you can ever think of, he was just confused on what it was about.

He looked back at the bundle, filled with cookies.

Cookies.

He sees now.

“ I don’t know. “ He replies

“ I see. “ The hint of despair was there.

“ Do you want to talk about it? “ Scar looks at him, clear sorrows in his eyes. Suddenly Grian didn’t feel like eating the pastries.

Silence.

It was just silence. They knew they would have to wait for a decade to get any answer, they knew that both of them were still in pain. What they didn’t know is how they’re going to approach each other without the unfortunate atmosphere.

“ I miss mumbo. “

“ We saw him yesterday. “

“ Yeah, and I still miss him “

“ I miss us. “

Scar fiddled with his the last cookie on his hand, playing with the texture of it while knowing he won’t eat it after.

Grian was still quiet, dull, not reacting physically. Inside it did hurt, it hurt trying to leave.

“ You miss the desert, not us. “

“ It was never about the desert, G. “

“ You only cared about the monopoly. “

“ I cared about us. “

“ Surely not. “

“ I did. “

“ I was betrayed, Scar. “ Grian winced, saying his former partner’s name shouldn't be this painful.

“ I know, I’m sorry. “

“ They made me kill you. “

“ I know, and I apologise. “

“ I didn’t want to. “

“ And yet you did it again.

“ Im… I didn’t mean t... “

Scar stood up, the air felt suffocating. He couldn't look at the other, could watch the other leave. He couldn't.

“ Scar…Are you still there? “

“ You can look if you want to know. “

“ I’m sorry. “

“ I know. “

“ I’m so sorry. “

“ I know. “

“ Im.. “ Grian choked a sob, his breath hitched and it started to get really hard to breath.

“ Grian.. I forgive you. “

“ You always do. “

“ I know. Maybe next time I won’t “

“ That’s a lie, we both know it “

Scar hums in response. “ Well—Did you regret it? “

“ I regret everything. “

That’s good to know. Scar thought.

“ I’m also sorry. “ Grian looked at the other.

“ I made you feel unsafe back in uhm, last life? No double life. Uhm “

“ You shouldn’t be. “

“ Back when you were gone in the last life game. I thought. I thought you’d start yelling at me and be really mad, y’know it was a scary thought Grian! Really it was! “

“ I knew, I heard. “

“ What? “

“ I saw, I watched, I knew. “

“ And you didn’t bother telling me? “

“ We weren’t exactly allies that time. “

“ Right. Right… “

“ I was never mad. More of. Disappointed “

“ You sound like a mom! “ He tried to lighten the mood up.

“ Really Scar, I was disappointed. Not to you but myself. “

“ Scar I killed you again, by my own fault. The last thing I wanted to do! “

The brunette walks back at the table, not sitting but just standing in front of the other.

“ It wasn’t your fault. Anyone would have died in that situation. “

“ I killed us. I ruined this us that you oh so missed Scar. Yet you always seem to forgive its— this whole thing! Big distraction to get away from all my problems, from our problems! I didn’t want to think about it. Scar. Please. “

“ It’s okay G. “

“ It’s not. “

“ I know. “

“ We’re a mess aren’t we? “

“ Yeah. I forgive you by the way. “

“ I know. “

( ill probably update this time to time if i see something wrong

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Word count : 1,126 ( aint no way )

Thank you @sardix for the idea, i didnt really make the uhm the story revolve aroudn the prompt, hope u like it though

@misted-buttercup-enjoyer -- here mate, for soem reason the other person who wanted to be tagged isn't working

#desert duo #scarian #3rd life #double life #limited life #uhm what do people tag here help #the first time i posted a proper fanfiction i made #wowie #they sound so out of character when its angst help #im so bad at characterization help me

[https-sonshine]

Hii could you please write an imagine about a first date with Sonny? Like he's super nervous cause he really cares about you and wants to impress you and you think it's super cute but everything ends up going okay and you have lots of fun together 🥰

authors note: heyy, tysmm for your request. i also wanted to thank you for the support you've shown to my blog <3 i cant lie I'm not sure how I feel about this one but ik I'm overcritical of my own work but I really hope you enjoy this one.

word count: approx 1.4k words

warnings: none, pure fluff

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You may have been reserved around him, but your natural sense of humour and willingness to let loose won his heart over every time. When you smiled at him, he felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach. He hadn't known if you felt the same way about him until he finally asked you out, and you said yes. He remembered every detail of that day all too vividly.

"We should probably go out sometime or something".

"As in a date?" you raised your brows.

His shoulders shrugged, but the flush on his cheeks said everything. 

"Okay, why not" you replied, causing the boy to smile shyly

Now he was busy trying to decide where he would take you. He wanted it to be special and intimate. He wanted it just to be the two of you where you could enjoy each other's company. The location needed to be one where he wouldn't be easily spotted. Because he didn't want his fans or the media to have a field day, he was racking his brain for ideas when one suddenly hit him. 

Eventually, the day arrived, and Sonny picked you up, being careful to keep you relaxed and comfortable the entire time. He helped you into the car, where you saw a bouquet of roses waiting for you on the passenger seat. You quickly thank him, earning a sheepish smile in return. At the start of the drive, you don't talk much. You're adjusting to the new atmosphere of being in each other's presence with friendship far from your minds. 

"So, do you like your job at Spurs?" he breaks the silence.

"Yeah, it's nice, i’m grateful for the experience," you reply, and he smiles again. You see that he is nervously fumbling with his fingers. The urge to take his hand in yours is strong, but you hold back, not wanting to seem too forward. Unable to resist the urge, you reach over and take Son's hand, and he looks at both of our hands and smiles.

Once you both loosen up, the conversation starts flowing; about music, places you want to visit, places you've been, pets, mutual friends, and your loved ones.

Finally, arriving at your destination. You both started walking, but confusion masked your features as you didn't know what Sonny had planned. He then looks up at you and says, "It's a surprise!" and starts walking faster, full of excitement. After a while of walking, you could hear the grass crinkle beneath your feet. You wondered if Sonny planned a picnic or a night out under the stars. As you looked up into the sky, you saw a bright, colourful object slowly floating in the distance. It was a hot air balloon. You felt your heart beat faster as you watched it gracefully move across the sky. The sun's rays shone down on the balloon, making it glow; you were mesmerised by sight.

"Son, this is… I don't even know what to say."

"I went a little bit overboard. Isn't I wasn't sure what type of date you would enjoy. Is it too much?" He rubs the back of his neck nervously and turns away from you. You place a kiss on his cheek and shake your head at him.

"I like it. It's different. It's perfect."

His face lit up, holding more excitement than I had expected. 

With a big grin, he said, "Let's make it happen!" His energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come. 

"Watch your step, y/n," Son warned as He guided your hand onto a rail. The fabric reminded me of woven straw. You felt the ground suddenly shift beneath your feet. You stumbled backwards slightly, but Son helped you regain your balance. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

Even after you regained your balance, Son continued to hold you. As you peered over his shoulder, it dawned on you that you were floating through the air in a hot air balloon. Your brown eyes widened and were filled with awe. You broke away from Son's arms and ran to the edge of the basket to admire the view. His expression relaxed as a smile spread across your face. You leaned out of the basket slightly to see the landscape below. Still not believing that he had booked the balloon ride.

In between sips of wine and delicious food, you talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. You spend most of the night laughing and telling stories to one another. You can't get enough of his smile, and you feel like you would do or say anything to keep that smile on his face.

You stand to take another look at the scenery but instead stumble onto his lap.

You look into his eyes, and for a second, you forget about the world around you. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings, especially how your back was pressed up against the body behind you. His hands gripped your arms, and you noticed the little beauty mark on his right eye as you looked up before slowly sliding out of his grasp.

"Maybe we shouldn't move too much ?" You suggested as you walked over to collect a glass of wine, handing it back to him sheepishly. You saw the smile on his face and watched as his nose scrunched and he started to laugh. You could feel your ears and cheeks flush with embarrassment. Still, you couldn't help but think his laugh was incredibly attractive, and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel yourself becoming drawn to him. Light laughter filled the balloon, and you couldn't help but join in, the two of you standing there, smiling and giggling like a pair of schoolchildren.

"You know your laugh is probably the most precious thing I have ever heard ?" He blushes and looks away from you.

You were relieved that you agreed to go out with Sonny. His proposal is still fresh in your mind.

 You saw his normally soft features contort into expressions of what could only be described as nerves. Heung Min, Son.

 A man who shines brighter than the sun. A man with a smile that could light up a room and make anyone feel instantly at ease. Yet, concern had replaced his usual expression on this day.

"We should probably go out sometime or something." His eyes barely held onto yours, his anxious state causing him to look down at his feet. 

"As in a date?"

He shrugged it off, but the flush in his cheeks said it all.

You were deep in thought when he interrupted to confess., "I've liked you for a while — kind of struggling to believe that you actually said yes." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and smiled nervously at her.

"Did you really think I wouldn't? You smiled, and the flush on his cheeks deepened.

His eyes widened as he admitted, "I was terrified." To be honest, I'm surprised I was able to ask you out at all." 

"I'm glad you did. His face broke out in a relieved smile, and he looked away, embarrassed by his own admission. 

"Look at that view. It's beautiful," you said, leaning over the hot air balloon.

The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in a spectrum of pastel colours. As the balloon rises higher and higher, a gentle breeze teases the colourful fabric of the balloon. In the basket below, you can feel the warmth of the hot air as it pushes the balloon higher and higher. The air is filled with the smell of burning fuel and the sound of the balloon's burner filling the balloon with hot air. You can feel the excitement of being so high above the ground, with nothing but the wide open sky above. As you reach the highest point of the journey, you can look down to see the ground below, the houses, the trees, and the roads, all looking small from such a great height. The feeling of freedom is overwhelming, and you can't help but smile as you savour this moment. He followed your gaze, allowing himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery for a moment.

He wishes he could capture this moment forever. The free smile on your face as you take in the view. The way the wind played through your dark hair, and Son couldn't help but feel envious of a simple breeze. Sonny moved to stand behind you. He straightened your hair and tucked the stray pieces behind your ear.

"So beautiful," Sonny thought, watching the strands of your hair lightly fall back into place. 

#son heung min #son heung min fanfic #son heung min imagines #son heung min x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #https sonshineasks #son heung min one shot #heung min son

[shadowjinx626]

IGNTR Headcanons

The IGNTR team are a tight nit family team, despite having a tough exterior. Ray and Gale gets massive headaches trying to make sure their pities and racer don't cause any trouble. Especially Laura and Jackson.

One of the IGNTR’s bosses, Carl Hussell, was determined to have Jackson be the number one racer and beat Lightning McQueen (for both personal and business reasons), that he have Jackson do massive amounts of training.

Only Ray and Gale interact with other teams. The pities and Jackson don’t really interact with the other teams until after the 2017 Piston Cup Championship.

After winning the 2017 Piston Cup Championship, the team celebrated in an arcade that Jackson would go to before he started racing.

Jackson Storm:

Is Japanese-American, with his mother being American and his father Japanese. Is the youngest in the family with two older siblings.

Use to work in the arcade Ray found him at before entering online racing competitions.

Gotten into physical fights and chases with other arcade players. Sometimes the police would get involve, but they never could catch Storm.

Made friends in the arcade, despite all of them wanting to act like their were just acquaintances. Jackson mentally kicked himself when he realizes that he didn't correct Ray when the truck called his friends "friends."

Jackson - despite having trust issues - values loyalty and trust. It's just gonna take awhile for him to warm up to strangers, even longer if they're the competition.

Lightning McQueen and Cruz Ramirez were the only racers Jackson ever trash talk to during races. He doesn't interact with any of the other racers (both veteran and next-gen) until much later.

Jackson can play dirty, especially when pushed to the edge, but he ain't no cheater. If you're paired up with him, and he finds out you cheated, he's not going to cross that finish line for you.

Ray Reverham:

Ray was Jeff’s crew chief before the racer retired and became a sports journalist.

Despite being grateful that IGNTR for hiring him and Jackson, he doesn’t always follow what they say and IGNTR can't really fired him because if Ray goes, then Jackson goes.

After leaving Mr. Biggs, Ray was planning to let Jackson get more free time from training, but IGNTR wanted their racer to be the best as fast as possible despite his objections.

Whenever Jackson or any of the pit crew members messes up big time, he'll have them mop the floors of the IGNTR headquarters for weeks.

After Jackson rammed Cruz to the wall. Ray have Jackson not only mop the IGNTR headquarters floors, but took away his gaming privileges for a month.

The more he trained Jackson, the more he noticed that the racer may have mental health issues than he realizes.

Despite not being his crew chief, Ray is happy that Tim Treadless made it to the racing world.

Gale Beaufort:

The mom of the group who tends to be the one who gives life advice for the team. Even Ray comes to her for advice from time to time.

She the most social of the group and would converse with the other haulers. She even formed a close bond with Mack.

She values her appearance, she just likes being shinny. The team gives her good products to help her fell happy.

One time she wanted to go to a mall and accidentally took Jackson with her. It took Jackson suddenly asking why there were there for Gale to realize she forgot Jackson was still in the trailer. He still teases her about it to this day.

Laura Spinwell and the pities:

Laura Spinwell is the phone addicted, main mechanic of the pities. She is also highly arrogant about being the smartest one of the team who is rarely wrong about anything.

Knows about 95% of racing history, which benefits Jackson, who needs to keep up the “always been a racing fan” image for the press.

Done massive amounts of research on racing tricks that's been done in history. One racing trick she’s research was the 360 flip, but due to the trick never having documented success, she concluded that it was “scientifically” impossible (Laura never consulted with the IGNTR scientists if this trick was possible) and it was just a myth.

Whenever Jackson messes up, Laura would go up to him and do the “idiot sandwich” bit. Jackson and Laura made a deal that if she was ever wrong about anything, he'll get to call her an idiot sandwich for a month. (Laura Spinwell was called an idiot sandwich for a month after the Florida 500 race.)

Laura would have her fellow pities eavesdrop the other teams, while she focuses on their social media accounts. She needs to know if there’s any rumors, drama, or schemes going on for her team. She’s frustrated that almost none of the new Dinoco members (except for Cruz) have any accounts for her to follow.

They all tend to go behind Jackson, Ray, or Gale for protection whenever they get trouble with the other teams. Mostly Jackson, because he doesn’t really ask questions.

#pixar cars #jackson storm #ray reverham #gale beaufort #laura spinwell

[obwjam]

Why would Giant Ray be a mix of 35,40,45 & 49 👀

“Did they fall asleep in your hand?” “I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me…” “Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe.” “Don’t touch them!”

trying to kill me by picking MULTIPLE sentences... feels illegal... but i did it anyway

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“Don’t touch them!”

Ray’s voice was full of sharpness and worry. Egon’s wandering hand quickly pulled back, and he looked at his longtime friend with trusting eyes. 

All four Ghostbusters surrounded a tiny, trembling figure that they just so happened to stumble upon while on their latest caper. Their work often led to broken furniture and busted walls, but never in a million years would they have imagined a four-inch-tall person getting exposed in the chaos.

Egon’s first instinct, of course, was to reach out and scoop the poor thing up, no doubt to bring it back to the firehouse for testing. Ray, though, wasn’t having any of that. He could practically feel their fear when they locked eyes. They had to approach this one slowly, and carefully.

Ray bent down, holding his hands up so this little human didn’t think he was going to snatch them up with no warning. “Hey… it’s alright, we’re not gonna hurt you. I’m Ray Stanz, and that’s Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore and Peter Venkamn. We’re the Ghosbusters.”

The tiny person blinked, their fear not wavering. 

“I don’t think that means anything to them, Ray,” Peter deadpanned.

Ray waved him away. “Alright, alright. I’m just trying to help, you know.” He turned his attention back to you, your back pressed fully against the loose wooden board you were cowering against. The scratches on your arms were visible even to the Ghostbusters who were standing far, far above you.

“We’re here to save you,” Ray tried again. “It’s not safe here anymore.”

“I don’t think it ever was,” Winston chimed in, looking around at what was left of the rickety structure.

“Come on, Ray, we can’t talk to it,” Egon said. “I doubt it’s capable of speech, and even if it was, it wouldn’t understand english. Let’s just take it to safety and get out of here.”

Ray frowned. Egon was probably right… but something about the way you were looking at them and observing their movements gave him a sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong.

“Can you understand me?” Ray asked gently. 

“I’m telling you, Ray, it’s a waste of–” Egon stopped mid-sentence when he saw your impossibly tiny head slowly nod up and down. His jaw practically hit the floor. “Can you speak?” Another nod.

“This is incredible! A miniature person, fully capable of speech and advanced linguistics… we have to learn more!”

Suddenly, a loose piece of the wall came crashing down, making all five of you jump. Ray quickly turned his attention back to you, but he was more frantic. “This place could collapse any minute. Let us take you out of here, little guy, and we’ll get you somewhere warm and safe. Okay?”

You really, really didn’t want to go, but as another piece of the house hit the floor, you felt like you had no choice. Willingly spending time with humans was better than sitting in a house that’s crumbling all around you… but not by much.

You didn’t even have time to gawk at the human’s hand. Ray swiftly scooped you up, cupping his hands together to shield you from the outside world as the Ghostbusters quickly fled the scene. 

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By the time you stopped moving, you were disoriented beyond imagination.

Ray had lifted his hand up a few times to check on you once they made it back to the Ecto-1, but you were in no space to actually communicate with him. He simply stared at you in awe as the other humans leaned over his shoulder to take a peek.

You found yourself pressing hard into the giant’s palm as the car rocked back and forth, and Ray’s heart fluttered every time he felt it. It was adorable to him, but for you, it certainly wasn’t a good introduction to being held.

“Ray, ask them if anything supernatural caused this to happen to them.”

It was probably the 1,000th question that Egon had presented. His hands clutched the back of Ray’s seat as he leaned forward from the back, eyes fixated on the little form.

“Caused what?”

“Caused them to be so small!”

“Hm.” Ray hadn’t considered that this could just be a shrunken human. He opened his mouth to ask, but the tiny looked like they were about to vomit, so he decided it was best to wait.

It was a crisp fall night in New York, so Ray did his best to keep his new tiny companion as warm as possible. But it didn’t take a scientist to know that someone so small was just going to be colder, no matter what the outside temperature, so there was little he could do to stop your persistent shivering.

“I’m surprised they haven’t passed out yet,” Peter said to Ray as they climbed out of the car. He couldn’t help but feel sympathy when he saw you, shaking and trying not to cry. Your head whipped around rapidly at all the sounds of the city permeating your ears. “You know, being so close to your stench and all.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Pete,” Ray rolled his eyes. Now was not the time to be made the butt of another Venkman zinger. “Z, get the door, get the door!” He held his hands out like he was carrying a white-hot plate without oven mitts.

All the lights of the firehouse were harsh on you at first, but it didn’t take long for your pupils to adjust. Unfortunately, it meant that you were greeted to four gigantic faces all gaping down at you with a unified look of bewilderment.

Even though Venkman had assumed you didn’t know who they were, you did. You heard the commercials just about every minute on the human’s television. You knew their names, what exactly they did for a living and, thanks to plenty of late-night talk show interviews when the human fell asleep on the couch, you knew that two of them were scientists.

“Egon, go grab that magnifying glass for me, would ya?” 

Nope. That’s it. You had to get out of here now. Even if they were all looking, there was no way you were going to let them poke and prod and stick you in a jar for the rest of your life. The streets of New York were a hundred times more inviting than that.

You had never been in this dire of a situation before, so the (very likely) possibility of the humans simply snatching you up before you could escape didn’t really occur to you. The deadliest situation you had ever been in was with a rat, and you had just outsmarted it … after lots and lots of running away. So that’s what you did.

“Woah! Hey now!” 

Ray, magnifying glass now in hand, turned his attention back to the tabletop at the sound of Peter’s shout. He watched as you took off across the table, first confused, and then a little hurt.

“I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me…”

“Yeah, the magnifying glass and the giant lab is real friendly stuff,” Winston quipped.

“Don’t worry, Raymond. I’ll be your friend, magnifying glass or not,” Peter said firmly, clasping Ray’s shoulder.

Ray sighed. He frowned at you, now halfway across the table. “What are they doing…?” he questioned. You seemed to trip over yourself as you picked up speed. “They do know they’re on top of a table, right?”

“Well, I don’t blame ‘em,” Winston said. “I’d be scared shitless if I was them too.”

“Why don’t we just – Egon, wait, DON’T!”

But it was too late. A deafening noise filled your ears – one worse than the walls crashing down all around you – and you smacked your head on something so hard that you were knocked off your feet.

“Oh, good going, Egon! You hurt them!” Ray chided, leaning down so he could take a closer look. Egon had grabbed a nearby beaker and placed it, rather unceremoniously, right on top of you. You were rubbing your forehead, which had a red spot so bright that everyone could see it.

“Sorry, Ray, I just didn’t want them getting away.”

“Yeah, well!” Ray was at a loss for words. How could he think you would be safer here?

Egon dragged a stool over and plopped himself down. “Well, now that it’s contained, why don’t we ask it some questions? It is able to communicate with us, after all.” You recoiled at the deep sound of Egon’s finger tapping against the glass. “Hellooo? Can you hear me?”

Ray swatted at Egon’s hand. “I think they can hear you just fine.”

Everyone waited for a response, but you just sat there, head resting on the knees you had just pulled up to your chest.

Venkman turned to the group. “I hate to say it, Egon, but I think you pissed them off.”

“Yeah, maybe the jar wasn’t the best idea,” Winston agreed.

Ray couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he ultimately did the right thing pulling you from the wreckage, but he couldn’t help but feel horrible for forcing you into this situation. If he could just take you away from all the chaos…

While Peter and Winston ganged up on Egon for his poor choices, Ray slowly lifted the beaker away. You noticed instantly, as the warped sounds of their voices were now ringing clear. You stared in wonderment at Ray’s movements, still beside yourself at watching something so huge move around. 

Your awe was short-lived, though, when Ray’s hands once again slipped underneath you, effortlessly lifting you back into the air. You wanted to kick and scream and shout at him for having no regard for you, but it was impossible to form a coherent thought when you were moving this fast.

The Ghostbusters fell quiet when they saw what Ray was doing. Venkman opened his mouth to make a joke, but one look at your terrified face and even he knew it would be better to shut up.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the giant. Why did he pick you up again? He could have just kept you in the jar and let Egon ask you a million questions. You could tell he was curious, too, and wanted to know the answers. 

But he hadn’t asked you more than two questions this entire time, and he had taken it upon himself to get you out of that awful old house. Even if his methods were strange… something told you he really cared.

“Oh, I’m sorry I got you into this mess,” Ray started, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You were caught off guard by the apology. “Not that your situation before was much better, because, that really looked horrible. I mean, god, that house was already falling apart before we got there. Did you see the deterioration of the brick?”

“That crack running through the ceiling was definitely due to an uneven foundation,” Egon added.

“I seem to recall a rather potent odor of assorted molds, mildews and fungus,” Peter said.

“That lady was a real headcase, too,” Winston remarked.

You were in shock. It was like they completely forgot that you were there. Suddenly, they were reminiscing not only about the dump they had found you in, but all the other dumps they had visited. Somehow, Ray’s hand never once dropped from its position, even when you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable. All the talking from those distant, booming voices was seeping into your head, causing your temples to throb more deeply than they were before. 

You rested your head on the elevated part of Ray’s palm by his thumb, shutting your eyes to try and will away the noise. Surely they had to stop soon…

Winston was the first to notice. “Uh… Ray?”

Ray paused mid-sentence. “What?”

“Did they fall asleep in your hand?”

Four sets of eyes instantly fell onto your tiny form, now, indeed, fast asleep. Ray felt his face get hot.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” Venkman tried to sound like he was kidding, but damn if he didn’t actually find it adorable. “We put them to sleep.”

“Unless…” Egon slowly leaned in. “Nope, you’re right. Definitely asleep.”

Winston smiled softly. “The little guy must be exhausted.”

Ray nodded. His eyes were glued to you. “I’ll say. They’ve had quite the day.” 

“Quite the life,” Peter stated. “Who knows what kind of wacky misadventures they got up to before we found ‘em.”

“It was probably… quite terrifying,” Egon contended. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Y’know what? Why don’t we leave you alone with them, Ray,” Peter said earnestly. “You two seem to have a nice little bond going on.”

Ray blushed furiously. “Well, I don’t know if I’d say that–”

“–nonsense. They fell asleep in your hand! That’s an indication of trust if I’ve ever seen it.”

“Venkman’s right… I think,” Winston cut in. “Let’s just let them sleep in peace.”

“I agree,” Egon affirmed. “I’ve got to write down all these questions before I forget them, anyway.”

Before Ray knew it, he was standing alone in the room, you in hand. The softness of your breathing let him know that you were in a deep, deep sleep. You shifted a bit when he pulled a chair over, but quickly settled back into slumber.

Ray would never admit it to you, but he watched you sleep for 30 minutes straight. He still couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing – what he was holding, touching, feeling – but he knew for certain that he couldn’t wait to get to know you.

The soft puffs of your breath on his palm became heavier when your eyes fluttered open. Through your blurred vision and sleep fog, you couldn’t quite remember where you were.

“What…” you mumbled, blinking rapidly. Your head was pounding. “Where…”

Ray shot up straight, stool squeaking underneath his weight. That was your voice. You were talking. He was the first person in the entire world to ever hear a tiny, intelligent person speak. He had so many thoughts rushing through his mind, so many questions to ask... but you were drained.

“Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe.”

“Safe…” you repeated groggily. Ray sniffed a laugh at your hazy state. “I’m safe. I… warm…”

Warm. Ray hadn’t really noticed, but you had stopped shaking a while ago. He finally felt like he was helping you in some way. You were safe. You were warm. He didn’t know much of anything about you, but he could surmise that those two things didn’t come your way often.

As you curled into yourself in the comfort of Ray’s palm, the Ghostbuster felt a swell in his chest. He knew he not only had to protect you, but he was ready to care for you, too. Food, water, shelter… friendship. A family.

He was ready to offer it all.

#i did it again. i went nuts #this one just GOT to me though like ray IS a mix of all of those #he's just so. SO #UGH #theyre all dumbasses i love them so much #obwrites #ghostbusters #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

[eunchancorner]

SO

I ended up making a thing for my Fever Dream AU. I thought it would just be a blurb but this bitch got LONG

Anygay

Enjoy (fic under cut)

Two weeks.

Ross and Roy hadn’t seen Kevin smile in two weeks.

Granted, they rarely saw him smile at all. Between what he had going on at home and the horrors these three faced, it was understandable too. But usually, when Roy cracked a particularly snarky joke towards someone being rude or Ross found something cute in a store, it would at least get him to crack a small smile, and even that would be enough for them. But lately, nothing seemed to work. It was like their friend was caught in a gray storm cloud, too dense for any rays of light to penetrate. 

It honestly hurt a little, seeing their friend so pained by his own thoughts that he couldn’t even smile for them, especially knowing that they were his only friends, and damn near his only reason to smile.

They felt like they had to do something. Thankfully, there’s always one surefire way to get someone to smile. And today that was what they were going to do.

Of course, to Kevin it seemed like any other day. All he had to feel good about was his friendship with the two, and even that didn’t seem to be enough to brighten his constantly falling mood.

He’d finally found a way to hang out at Ross’s house without his mom finding out, and while things were calm, and frankly it was quite nice not being at home, he still felt his mood slipping. He didn’t want to, he wanted to be happy. He wanted to be having fun. Everything just… sucked.

Suddenly he felt Ross wrapping his arms around him, and he looked at the fellow ravenette.

“Wh-why are you hugging me…?” Kevin asked, a little confused. Had he really made it that obvious?

“Because you haven’t smiled in weeks, dude. We’re getting worried.”

We?

Kevin suddenly noticed Roy’s absence. He hadn’t even noticed he was gone until just now, last time he looked Roy was finding a game for them to play. Was he worried too? What was he doing?

“Where’s Roy-EEE!?” he squealed as he suddenly felt hands squeezing his sides, hands that belonged to the ‘missing’ friend.

Well, that’s that question answered.

“Royyy!” he whined, looking back at him, a bright blush on his face.

“I knew it!” the fluffy brunette said triumphantly, “I knew you were ticklish. Looks like our plan is gonna work after all, Rossy boy!”

“Plan? Wh- I- What plan?”

“The one that’s gonna get you to smile. At least for a little bit. Hate me all you want, but you need this, dude.”

“Wha- Why would I hate y-AHA-” Kevin covered his mouth as he felt Roy squeezing his sides again, holding back the laughter that had nearly burst through alongside the squeal.

Truth be told, up until now Kevin didn’t even know if he was ticklish. He figured he was when he was younger but he also figured that he’d grown out of it since he’d been tickled so little in his life. He thought, if anything, he’d only be a little ticklish.

Turns out not only was he wrong, but he was wrong by a LOT.

He’d forgotten how absolutely electrifying it felt, the strange, laughter-inducing sensations that absolutely did NOT feel like it was just in his sides, even though that was the only spot Roy was going after.

He stamped his foot on the ground, trying to dispel the ticklish energy and try to help fight the laughter that practically wanted to burst from his chest, hiding his smile behind his hands.

“Kevin, c’mon, we’re doing this to see you smile! Don’t hide it from us!” Ross asked, and Kevin could hear in his voice how amused he was at the situation, which just made the poor hoodied boy blush more. He shook his head stubbornly, trying to hide more of his face, tugging his hood up.

“N-Noho! Wait!”

“Wait for what? We’ve waited two weeks, dude!” Roy teased, one hand squeezing the poor ravenette’s side, the other hand tazing the other side. Somehow the mismatched sensations just made the tickles worse!

“R-Ross! Help!” Kevin squeaked out, trying to wiggle towards him, only to be scooped into a hold, Roy’s tickles only following his movement into a much more vulnerable position.

“I’ll help, alright, help you to smile,” was Ross’s response, keeping his arms wrapped around Kevin’s chest as he poked randomly at his ribs, eliciting a bright squeak and more squirming.

“I think we’re getting to him!~ I need to find a better spot, though, one that really gets him going,” Roy observed, his tickles moving inward to Kevin’s belly, noting how his reactions worsened. Kevin began to struggle to hold in his laughter and attempted to curl in on himself in a fruitless effort to block Roy’s fingers.

“Hm.. Hey Ross, mind pressing a little more? We’re so close to getting him to laugh, I can feel it!”

“I thought we were just getting him to smile?”

“That was before I found out he was this ticklish! Now I gotta know!”

Kevin felt Ross shift behind him a little before suddenly digging into his ribs, prompting Kevin to grab onto his hands with a loud squeal, forcing him to not only show his smile, but release all his pent-up laughter.

“Woah!” “Hoholy shit!”

He blushed even brighter hearing the other two boys’ reactions to him breaking, wishing he could hide his face again.

“ROHOY NAHAHAHAHOHOHO!! ROHOHOSS LEHEMME GOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHA GAHAHAD IHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“It does? I never would have guessed!~” Roy cooed, switching from gentle squishes and scribbles to pokes, making the taller squeak brightly.

“Actually… Ross, let up for a second!” Roy requested, letting up his own attack. Ross shrugged but complied, just holding the giggling boy as he slowly quieted down, looking up at the two.

“Wh-hehe… whyhy’d you stohop…?”

Roy couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the question, raising an eyebrow.

“So you were having fun? Why’d ya ask Ross to let go, then?~” he asked teasingly, the tone alone enough to raise the pitch in Kevin’s giggles, making him sound almost squeaky.

“Rohohoy pleheheheaseeee!” Kevin whined in response, practically feeling like his face was on fire with how much he was blushing. He turned his head to the side, trying to hide his blushy smile and giggles.

“Please what? You have to be specific!~”

“I think he wants you to tickle him, dude,” Ross mused, chuckling softly as Kevin whined.

“Aw, is that so, Kevin?~” Roy asked the giggly ravenette, who tried to hide his face even more.

“Just a yes or no, that’s all we want,” Ross assured him, and while it was all too flustering to ask for more, he nodded.

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” Roy announced, his hands swooping back down to Kevin’s belly, gently kneading the warm tummy, pulling bright, squeaky giggles from his trapped friend.

“Rohohohoyyy! Ehehehehehe!” he squirmed as he giggled, lightly stomping his feet and sinking in Ross’s hold.

“What’s wrong, hm? Got something to say?” Roy smirked as he teased his giddy friend, who could hardly get any redder at this point.

“T-tihihihihickles!”

“Oh I know, but you wanna know what tickles even more?~”

“Wh-whahahat?”

“This!!” And with that, Roy tugged up his friend’s pink hoodie and blew a nice, big raspberry right in the middle of Kevin’s tummy!

“NAHAHAHAROHOHOHOYSTAHAHAHAHA!!!” Kevin squealed out, unable to form a complete sentence, his giggles quickly raising into loud, fast, undeniably happy laughter.

“Woah, you REALLY like this, huh?” Roy noted before planting yet another raspberry right on Kevin’s tum.

“AHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAD!!” was the only response as Kevin kept sinking in Ross’s arms, making it harder for the fellow ravenette to hold him.

“I hope you’re almost done, I don’t know how much longer I can hold him!” Ross warned the brunette, trying to keep his grip on his friend's hoodie, only further exposing his tummy and lower ribs, which gave Roy a bit of an evil idea.

“One more thing, then we’ll stop,” Roy promised, cracking his knuckles in an almost threatening manner and taking a second to admire the giggly mess before him, noting the bright red blush and tears in the corners of his eyes.

He took a deep breath, curled his hands into claws, and proceeded to blow a HUGE raspberry onto Kevin’s tummy, digging his fingers into his ribs, sending Kevin into silent hysterics and making tears of mirth fall down his cheeks. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he let up, admiring his handiwork.

Kevin’s hair was an absolute mess, his face bright red and his belly a sweet pink, similar to his hoodie. There was a thin trail along his cheeks where the tears had fallen, from eyes that were slowly opening as the giggles died down. Said eyes were bright, full of happiness, like the serotonin was still circulating full-force in his mind. And the very treasure they were after, his smile, was so wide and bright, so giddy, so happy, that for a second it was easy to forget that Kevin was typically the most nervous, easily upset one.

Ross gently let Kevin down, the poor giggly boy sinking into the soft carpet below, feeling soft pats on his back. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there before he felt something softly bump into his arm. He looked up to see Roy offering him a Capri sun, which he took gratefully as he sat up.

“You calm now? Because if you are, we’ve got some games to play,” the brunette told him, smiling as Kevin nodded as he took a sip of his drink.

“Then let’s play, boys!”

#eun writes #sm #spooky month #kevin #ticklish!kevin #lee!kevin #ross #roy #ler!ross #ler!roy #sm au #spooky month au #fever dream au #sm tickles #spooky month tickles

[midnightcreator12]

The Splinters and how good of a Dad they are

Why? Because I want to

Also, side note, this is the Splinters from the TMNT stuff I have seen (which is mostly the movies and TV shows). And I won’t be looking at how good of a sensei they are, I’m more interested in how good of a Dad they are.

SO ANYWAY!

First is the 1990 movie with the Jim Henson puppets!

And might as well include the whole trilogy in this because despite the quality dip it’s all the same timeline.

He doesn’t get much screen time in these movies, he spends most of the first one being kidnapped, but when he is interacting with the turtles, it’s actually really sweet.

He makes a point to try and teach them but he always speaks so softly and kindly. They react like he’s lecturing them but he always approaches the turtles in a very open manner.

A highlight of this is when he talks to Raph about his anger management. He mentions how he’s tried to help Raph channel his anger over the years, in a way that sounds like he's saying ‘you’re better than you were before’.

He’s very upfront when they ask him for advice, using the ‘old man stories’ to add onto his point rather than just telling a story and letting the turtles figure it out.

Again, his role in the movies is limited so most of this is assumption but I feel confident in the option that he is a firm but kind father. 7/10

Next, the 1987 Splinter!

This guy should get a prize for how much he just rolls with the punches of life. And one of those, ‘sure, this is fine’ moments is when he suddenly has four mutant turtles to care for. 

He’s a lot more active in the turtles missions than most Splinters, often joining them or coming to their rescue. When the turtles go after the Shredder the first time he quickly jumped to join them. (got kidnapped almost immediately but he tried!)

And something that he does a lot is encourage. Almost every episode he is complimenting his boys, praising their accomplishments and comforting them when they stumble, often teaching them through stories he grew up with in his childhood with his clan.

There is also an early episode where Shredder makes a de-mutating ray and he does not hesitate to destroy it when Shredder tries to use it on the turtles. He clearly prioritizes the turtles, even over his own humanity.

One of the best Dad’s in my option (ironic because the turtles never call him dad and he never calls them his sons) little prone to kidnapping but a good dad. 8/10

Next we have the 2003 Splinter

This Splinter treds the fine line of dad and sensei. When we first meet him he is clearly acting in the role of sensei and more often than not that is how he acts throughout the show. When his sons have problems he often uses cryptic stories and lets them try and figure it out on their own. 

But when this Splinter goes Dad mode, it’s awesome. Best examples are when he forbade the boys from fighting the Shredder the second they told him about the guy, the Ninja Tribunal arc, where he went halfway across the globe and was ready to fight a group of powerful mystic ninja masters because they kidnapped his kids and at the beginning of Back to the Sewers, when he takes a LASER to the chest for his kids without hesitation.

So while he does often portray the role of a strict master, when he sees his kids threatened all bets are off and he will not think twice about jumping into the line of fire. He often calls the turtles ‘son’ but they rarely call him dad, but despite that there is a clear close connection between the five of them.

I am biased because 03 is my fav series but I rate 2003 Splinter as a great dad, maybe just work on the emotional openness in less life threatening situations. 8/10

Next is 2007 Splinter!

(side rant about how the 2007 movie suffers from trying to do way too much in one go and many characters suffer as a result including Splinter)

Okay, let’s get this out of the way real quick, this movie does not make Splinter look good. 

His first mistake was sending Leo away to train. Alone. Without any kind of support system. Something that is consistent in every version of the turtles is that they are very codependent. While it isn’t ideal, a large part of that is by virtue of what they are and how they had to live. And Splinter sent the oldest of the group away.

Second, it’s clear Leo’s absents has fractured the family but we don’t ever see Splinter trying to fix it. There isn’t even insinuations that he’s tried to fix it. He just let his family kinda fall apart.

His one saving grace is his speech to Raph near the end of the movie but that still doesn’t change how hands off he’s been the entire time.

So, if this Splinter IS a good dad, he sadly fell out of the habit as his kids got older. 4/10, TALK TO YOUR KIDS OLD MAN!

Okay, now we have 2012 Splinter!

So, 2012 Splinter has a very strong start in the show. He is very caring towards his turtles, even a bit overprotective. I’m pretty sure the 2012 turtles are the only ones who have NEVER been topside before the show starts(when they were tots doesn’t count since they don’t remember it). He had them on full Lair lockdown when the Shredder comes after them and often fusses over them when they come home after missions gone wrong.

But he sadly suffers from the inconsistent writing common in this version. Despite being the youngest Splinter in the lineup, he hardly ever goes on missions with the turtles and often orders them to go into dangerous situations, more and more often as the show goes on, losing that overprotectiveness until you forget he ever was a helicopter parent.

He clearly loves the turtles but despite the liberal use of calling them his sons, I always felt like there was a disconnect between him and the boys. A proverbial wall that maintains a clear distance between him and them.

This does not mean he doesn’t care, there are a number of times he’s run to rescue the turtles and often actively seeks them out when they’re having issues but out of all the Splinters, he falls pretty hard into the trap of sensei first, father second.

So, yeah, I liked the foundation but I think his overall dad score is a 5/10.

And finally, we have Rise Splinter!

AKA, the reason I made this post.

Because this guy is fundamentally different from every other Splinter. He ran from the tradition of his clan and sought out his own path in being a movie star. Which makes it all the more meaningful that he got these four little babies and just decided, ‘ok, I’m their dad now’

He is definitely the least strict out of all the Splinters, helped by the fact he probably only taught the kids any ninjutsu because they begged him too. We know via flashbacks and the turtles constantly referring to him as Dad that he was pretty active as the boys parent when they were younger.

But by the time the show starts it’s clear he pretty much lets the boys run wild and do what they want within reason. We see throughout the show that he still struggles with his vice of pride and often deflects with humor which can come off as dismissing, but he still loves his kids.

The second he finds out what kinda stuff his boys get up to (fighting Draxum and the looming threat of The Shredder) he drops the over confident actor shtick and starts actually teaching the boys how to be ninjas.

So, not a perfect dad by a long shot, but he’s clearly trying and has the most personal growth out of all the Splinters 8/10

AND THAT’S WHAT I GOT!

Feel free to addon, I’d love to get some more options on this. And have an awesome day!

#tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 1990 #tmnt movie #midnight talks #will add mutant mayhem splinter when the movie comes out