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gloomweed · 5 months

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Freak Accident

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff.

Summary: After the reader trips and hurts their ankle, Eddie offers to drive them home and ends up taking care of them.

Word Count: 3.4k

Autumn leaves crunch underfoot as you make your way through the woods behind Hawkins High School. You were tired of waiting for your ride to show up, and with the sky only getting darker, you decided it was best to just bite the bullet and start walking home. It wasn’t a long walk to your house, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable having to trek through the wilderness in the dark. With no other options, this was where you found yourself. You held your arms around yourself tightly as a cold breeze swept around you. The knitted sweater you wore did little to protect you against the dropping temperatures. You pulled the sleeves to cover your hands as you walked. The full moon hung in the sky above you and you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful you weren’t walking in total darkness.

As you continued your journey, you could hear distant leaf crunching and felt like there was someone following you. Turning back, you squint into the low light to try and spot anything, but seeing nothing, you shrug and continue on your way. Once you hear a twig snap somewhere closer, you don’t bother looking back and just decide to run for it. Your lungs burn as you run, your legs feeling shaky. You spare a look over your shoulder only to trip on a tree root and fall to the ground. Wincing at the pain in your twisted ankle, you bring your knee to your chest to try and get a better look at the injury. The crunching returns and you whip your head up at the source of the sound.

“Whoa! Are you okay?” Eddie approaches you with his hands up, ready to jump in and help you. The many rings on his hands caught your eye as they glistened in the moonlight.

You sigh in relief. “Oh, it’s you.” Annoyance quickly replaced your relief. “And no, I’m not okay. I twisted my ankle, thanks to you. Why were you following me?”

He makes a sympathetic face, “Sorry about that.” He holds his hand out for you to take and helps you stand up. You lean against a nearby tree for support as he explains himself. He hucks a thumb over his shoulder towards the school. “I came out here to smoke when I saw you walking into the woods by yourself.” The edge of his lips twitch upward. “Thought you were possessed or cursed or something.” When you don’t laugh, he puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket with an innocent shrug. “Just curious why you were out here shivering in the dark.” You and Eddie weren’t exactly friends, but you were more than strangers. You’ve talked in passing a couple times and even did a social studies project together once when you were the last two students without partners. Everyone called him a freak, but you didn’t really see him like that. Really, he was just an outcast, like you.

You sigh. “My ride never showed up, so I was walking home.” You test your ankle by trying to put your weight on it, only to jump back with a pained wince. "Looks like it’s going to be a longer walk than I thought,” you think, dryly.

Eddie nods in understanding before looking you up and down with a frown. “I mean, if you want, I can drive you home since, you know, walking doesn’t seem like much of an option for you now.” When you don’t respond he rolls his eyes with a lopsided grin. “Come on, let me make it up to you for accidentally freaking you out and making you twist your ankle in the first place.”

You bite your lip as you weigh your options. Ultimately you decide that your house is too far for you to continue walking like this, and you don't want to injure yourself further by continuing to walk on it. You nod a few times reluctantly. “Alright.”

Eddie approaches you with a scoff. “Jeez, don’t sound too excited.”

He reaches towards you, but you lean away from him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “You can’t seriously expect me to let you hobble all the way to the parking lot, do you? Now, come on. Give me your bag.” He doesn’t wait for a response and instead puts his hands on your shoulders and gently turns you around, making you shrug off your bookbag. He puts your bag on his back, fiddling with the straps until it lays secure against him. Eddie groans and squats a few times trying to get used to the weight. “Christ! What do you keep in here? Bricks?” The sight makes you roll your eyes with a smile. “I guess this is what a smart kid’s backpack feels like. I should count myself lucky that I’m an idiot.”

You’re about to contradict him when he takes your arm and slings it over his shoulders. His other hand rests on your waist to support you and you feel a warmth spread across your face from his closeness. You can’t help but breathe in his scent of cologne and cigarettes and even a hint of his shampoo. Instinctually, you attempt to keep some distance between you two as a way of trying to be polite. Eddie can feel you pull away from him. “Uh, the point of this is to lean on me so you’re off your ankle.” He pulls you a little closer as he says this and it makes your heart rate jump. You lean on him like he says, your side fully pressed against his, and suddenly it’s not as cold as it was moments ago.

The way his fingers splay against your side is all you can think about as you make your way towards the school parking lot together. Eddie attempts to fill the awkwards silence between you. “So what brings you to Hawkins High this late?”

“I was tutoring someone after school to make a little extra cash.” You look up at him next to you. “What about you?” Your eyes squint as you try to remember what he told you in passing. “Is it that ‘D and D’ club?”

The way you pronounced it makes him smile. The fact that you cared to remember his club at all brings a warm feeling to his chest. “It’s ‘DnD’, and yes. We call it Hellfire, actually.”

You nod as you remember the posters you’ve seen in the hallways. “That’s right. Hellfire. What is it exactly? Some kind of board game?”

Eddie looks down at you. “More like a role-playing game. It’s all fantasy and imagination.”

“Well, if it’s all imagination, how do you win?”

Seeing you’re actually interested in the game, his heart soars with excitement. Not wanting to scare you away, he remained nonchalant with a shrug. “It’s complicated. There are different campaigns with different stories and different objectives. A lot of times it’s just killing the baddest guy to bring freedom to the land.” He speaks the last part in a deep theatrical narration.

You smile as you think about it. “Huh. Sounds kinda cool.”

Eddie wishes he could do some kind of victory dance in celebration of keeping you interested in DnD. Instead, he looks down at you and smirks. “Well, hey. If you’re into it, I can bring you to a meeting sometime and show you the ropes. You can make a character and join our campaign.” When you don’t answer immediately he playfully bumps your side with his hip and adds on, “No pressure, though.”

You look up at him with a grin. “No, that sounds nice. I think I’ll take you up on that offer sometime.”

He grins wider at that. “Sweet.” His demeanor changes suddenly as he looks at you more seriously. “I have to warn you though, there are a lot of freshmen in that club that struggle with their personal hygiene.” Eddie smirks when a laugh bubbles out of you. “Seriously,” he laughs, “It’s not great. We got to keep the windows open just so we all don’t suffocate from the stink.” You laugh again, and Eddie can’t help but feel pride in being the one responsible for it. When you finally make it to the parking lot, he jerks his head in the direction of his van. “Our chariot awaits.”

You give a low whistle at the sight of the old, beaten up van. “She is a beaut’.”

Eddie sighs longingly. “She sure is.”

While still holding you at his side, he opens the passenger door for you. He offers you his hand as you tentatively climb into the seat. You take it with a polite smile that he easily returns. The warmth that was once at your side is gone now and you can’t help but miss it already. “Thanks,” you speak softly.

His dark eyes flick to you intently. “Don’t mention it,” he says just as softly.

Once he’s sure you’re securely in the van, he walks around to the driver’s side. From the rearview mirror, you notice him stop half way and put both of his hands on his lower back and arch it forwards with a pained expression on his face. You realize that with your difference in height, he was stooping pretty much the whole time, not to mention carrying your bookbag, so no doubt there was some pain in his back. When Eddie gets into the driver’s seat, he puts your bag behind your seat. It’s only when he turns back does he notice your frown. “What’s the matter?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well, I saw you stretching and I just feel bad you were hurting your back to help me.”

There was disappointment in his tone. “Oh. You saw that, huh?” He turns around to look out the van’s back windows as he speaks under his breath. “I really thought you wouldn’t be able to see me from there.” The thought that he attempted to hide his stretching from you so you wouldn’t feel bad brings a flutter to your chest. He turns back with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Look, you don’t have to worry about me, alright? I’m doing this because I want to, not because I have to.”

Staring into his eyes, you can see his sincerity. You reluctantly nod. “Alright. Thanks, Eddie.” In your head, you were already trying to figure out a way to pay him back for this.

“Like I said,'' he turns the keys in the ignition and gives you a wink that brings a heat to your face. “Don’t mention it.” Eddie puts the vehicle in reverse and begins to back out. He isn’t even out of the parking spot yet when he suddenly hits the brakes as he realizes he doesn’t know where he’s going. “Wait, where do you live?”

Eddie parks the van in the empty driveway of your house. “My parents aren’t home. They both work late,” you explained.

He wipes his hands on his thighs with a sigh of relief. “Oh good. I was worried I was gonna have to scold them for not picking you up from school.”

His sarcasm makes you blush with embarrassment. “Oh right. I guess that would have been obvious, huh?”

“Relax. I’m kidding. I am seriously relieved though. Most parents find all this,” he gestures to himself vaguely, “alarming. I mean, I’m not exactly a ‘good influence’.”

The way his eyes dim as he speaks about himself makes you want to pull him into a hug. Instead, you shrug. “I think a person willing to drive someone they barely know home after they twisted their ankle is pretty good to me.”

He gives a dismissive shrug. “Sure, but I also was the one to make you fall in the first place.”

“Yeah, but that was an accident, and you were willing to make it right. I think that’s pretty noble of you.”

Your reassuring smile makes his insides twist in a good way and a heat rise to his cheeks. The moment is quiet as he isn’t sure how to respond. His voice is soft and he shrugs with a smile. “Yeah maybe.” With the van being off, the cold had slowly started to seep in as you two were talking. It finally got to a point that Eddie saw you give a little shake and wrap your arms around yourself. He reaches behind your seat and grabs your bag as he speaks. “Let’s just get you inside before we freeze to death.” You move to get out, a hand already on the door handle, when Eddie stops you with frantic hand motions. “Wait, wait, wait!”

You retract your hand like the handle was on fire. “What?!” you ask, worried you almost ruined something.

He shook his head with a lopsided grin like it was obvious and you were being the silly one. “Let me get the door for you,” he explained calmly as he hopped out of the van and rushed to the other side to open the door. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Eddie opened the door with a dramatic bow. “M’lady.” He holds his hand out for you to take. When you giggle and take his hand, he looks up at you with a grin.

“Are you always this weird?” you ask through a chuckle.

He nods emphatically. “Oh, definitely.”

Eddie helps you get out of the van without putting weight on your twisted ankle and once again you are pressed to his side. He notices that you don’t hesitate to lean into him this time, making him smile to himself. As he helps you through your house, you lead with the directions. “My room is down this way,” you point down the hall. As he moves to twist the doorknob, you thank your lucky stars that you made an effort to clean up your room this morning. You can’t imagine the embarrassment you would feel if a cute boy were to see your dirty laundry scattered around the floor of your bedroom.

After he helps lower you onto your bed, he shrugs off your backpack and puts it next to your desk. He slumps into the chair there and lets out a sigh of exhaustion while you begin to slip off your shoes. His eyes flit about the room as he casually takes in all your personal touches. The pretty color of your walls, the little pen holder on your desk that’s shaped like a dog, the box of cassettes on your nightstand, the scented candles sitting on your dresser. Everything about it was soft and inviting. “Sweet digs you got here.”

You aren’t really sure if he’s being sarcastic or not. “Thanks?”

The way you tilt your head as you speak has Eddie smiling. “For real. I like it. Very… you.” He notices the way you hiss in pain while you remove your shoes. “What do you do for a twisted ankle anyway?”

The question takes you off guard. You try to think back to what they taught you about handling injuries in your ninth grade health class. “Oh, uh… I guess I would wrap it up with a bandage, elevate it with some pillows, maybe put some ice on it for the swelling…”

As you speak, Eddie leaves the room without a word. For a moment, you pessimistically think he’s gone home and just didn’t bother to say goodbye, but then you hear him rustling through the hall closet. He returns a minute later with supplies filling his arms and tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on balancing it all. Pillows from the couch, bandages from the closet, and a bag of frozen mixed vegetables are haphazardly spilled from his arms onto the foot of your bed.

Eddie claps his hands together, looking excited to get to work. “Alright. Let’s do this.” He kneels on the floor in front of you and holds out a hand expectantly. “Hand me the bandages will you, nurse?” He puts on a deeper voice trying to sound like a doctor.

The whole scene is enough to make you laugh. You play along as you hand him the bandages. “Here you are, doctor.”

“Thank you, nurse.” He looks up at you with a lopsided grin before unraveling the bandage. With a gentle hand on the heel of your foot, he begins wrapping your ankle. All you can do is watch as his slow and delicate movements weave the bandage over and under your injury. Eddie is silent as he does this, clearly wanting to do it right. Once again his tongue begins to peek out of his mouth as he goes on. You bite your lip trying to stifle a laugh at the cute display of his intense concentration. Eventually, he finishes the wrapping by securely tucking the end of the bandage behind itself at the top of your ankle. Still kneeling on the floor he looks up at you. “How’s that? Is it too tight? Too loose?”

You shake your head with a smile. “No, it’s perfect. Thank you.” You test your ankle by pointing your toe like a ballerina. It felt much better than it did, although still a little sore.

Eddie stands from the floor and begins reaching for the other things on your bed. “I got you some pillows like you said to keep your ankle up.” He holds up the bag of frozen vegetables. “And you didn't have any ice and I didn't feel like cracking ice trays, so I just grabbed this from the freezer instead.” He goes quiet and stares at it in his hands and begins to feel like maybe it's not good enough until you laugh.

“That'll work great. I was gonna do the same thing actually.”

He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. “Oh good. Well, here.” After stacking the pillows, he gently moves your ankle to rest on top of it and places the bag on your ankle. The vegetables fall on either side of your ankle within the bag, making for a good ice pack. Eddie holds his hands up as he steps away, as if the whole thing would collapse. When it's clear that won't happen, he puts his hands in his pockets.

It's clear that things are beginning to wrap up, his job done. With no more reason to be here, he guesses that you probably want him to leave soon. Eddie doesn't want this to be the last time you hang out together. Actually, he hopes you will have the chance to hang out when your ankle is not sprained. The awkward silence that lingers has Eddie inching towards the door, not wanting to ruin the vibe by watching you from the corner all night. He points over his shoulder, smiling politely. “I guess, if you don't need anything else, I should get out of your hair.”

You surprise him by standing from your bed. “Wait, before you go.” He waits as you take a few unsteady steps to your desk and begin to scribble something on a scrap of paper.

As you walk towards him, you stumble, but Eddie reaches out and catches you before you fall. “Whoa! Easy there!”

You look up at him, flushed both from embarrassment and how close he is to you. “S-sorry. I just…” you take a step back, trying to give him his personal space back. You hand him the slip of paper. “ I wanted to give you my number.” The way you look up at him through your lashes shyly has him blushing as he takes the paper from you. “You know, so you can call me when you do your next Hellfire meeting.”

He can’t stop himself from grinning. “Right. I’ll call you.”

His grin is infectious and has you smiling just as wide. “I look forward to it.” Eddie turns to leave, but you call his name. “Oh, and Eddie?” As he turns back to face you again, you gently cup his face and kiss his cheek. His big brown eyes are wide as he stares at you surprised, his face bright red. “Thanks for everything.” You speak softly and genuinely.

Eddie feels like his heart is racing a mile a minute. He’s so surprised and flustered, he isn’t sure what to say back. “Hey, no problem. Anytime. I’ll- I’ll see you l-later.” As he leaves, he stares at the slip of paper with your digits on it, a big goofy grin on his face. His cheek still burns from the feeling of your soft lips and can’t help but touch the spot with his hand as he savors the feeling. He is definitely going to call you tomorrow.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fic #fluff #sweet eddie munson

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kingdoms-and-empires · 5 months

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So we got the ROs rank for cunning, but what about charisma? 👀

Hmmm. Shit this may be difficult to answer ngl. Its why i kept it in mah back pocket for a time. Ill answer it two ways. Charisma for peacetime vs charisma for wartime.

PEACETIME (Administration and vassal relationship matters):

Nysthe: Hands down has the highest CHA of all the characters for peacetime relations. She can talk to people and razzle dazzle their pants and skirts off, and she can make sure vassals listen and want to do what she asks.

Amina: Princess of a kingdom herself, and student of her mother Queen Khari, Amina has learned the ins and outs of leadership and public speaking. You can count on her to handle CHA shit without worry.

Edward: Though reserved and quiet, our boy here is respected by all. As the third highest CHA, with a high INT, Edward is balanced and seemingly has no weaknesses when it comes being depended on to lead or hold discussions with vassals or other parties. A solid administrator.

Voryn: His mother is the Grand Vizier, and through her he has learned much in the way of handling vassals and nobles. Coupled with his natural charisma, Voryn could have been 3rd, but his arrogant attitude towards nobles he doesnt like (theyre alot) it brings him down to 4th.

Lucina: Beauty and charm are her weapons and Lucina knows how to utilize them well, earning her 5th place. Balls, banquets, and parties may not seem like a battlefield, but to Lucina, they are. And she wins those battles, regularly. In terms of administration, Lucina is weaker than the other ROs. But for a Politician MC, Lucina is a top tier partner to have in executing your intrigue. Would be third place if this were for that field.

Mary: Empathy goes a long way, enough for Mary to be 6th. Her ability to feel what the other person is feeling lends itself well to hearings, discussions, and leading. She is more of a listener, and sometimes, listening is better than speaking.

Cheris: An imperial noblewoman through and through, she knows how to handle herself when it comes to CHA matters. Her main weakness however, is having no fucks in calling other people out. She is too direct. Yet, like Lucina with Politics, Cheris would be higher placed if this were for Tycoon. Then, Cheris's head for numbers would show.

Veriel: He has a natural CHA that should propel him higher on the list, but the list is for administration and vassal matters. Sadly, Veriel is quite average in that department, and is outshone by the other ROs in this list. However, Veriel be much higher in the next list that deals in wartime as a leader of soldiers.

Astrid: {RETRACTED}

Zera: Son of the Kin, an outsider, and a grumpy sort of fellow, Zera is hilariously not the guy to send for handling vassals or managing people during peacetime lmao.

Max: Do not. Just don't. Your vassals will believe you're fucking with them by sending them a commoner.

WARTIME (As a leader of war):

Voryn: His men would follow him to the gates of hell. He knows how to talk to a soldier, he fights alongside them, and he makes sure their salaries always come through, even at the expense of the nobility. He has the loyalty of his soldiers, and his soldier's has his. Voryn leads from the rear and only comes to the front at critical moments.

Max: A man of the common soldier. A jumped up commoner who somehow clawed his way to the top of the imperial ranks, and his men love him for it. Beloved by his soldiers for his easy to approach attitude and reputation as a father to his men, Max is a ridiculously effective wartime leader, and decisive when others would balk. He and Voryn are neck and neck in their rankings. Max leads from the fore, and tries to break the enemy before the weakness of not having a commander directing in the rear becomes apparent.

Zera: It is only in the fires of war that Zera can showcase what a great leader he is in the face of adversity. Kin or not, Zera inspires the people around him, and he will soon create a loyal following of soldiers. He is a fair and just leader, and Zera's soldiers can expect him to protect them from malicious officers or nobles. Zera leads from the rear, coming out to the front when critical moments in batle occur.

Veriel: Like a good hunting dog that only feels alive when on the hunt, but lazy and fat when staying indoors, so is Veriel. As someone who worships King Uriel, and seeks to emulate him, Veriel will prove himself leading in battle. He has a strong battle voice, and the soldiers listen to it, as they love his larger than life persona. Of course, he leads from the fore as would King Uriel.

Edward: Again, Edward proves himself to be a balanced and solid leader who can and will meet any expectations thrust upon him. His soldiers respect him, and know they can trust him to lead on to victory. Edward as a leader is more of the logistician type. He will always make sure his soldiers are well fed and stocked, and for this, they follow him. He leads from the rear.

Amina: If this were a leadership ranking for naval combat, Amina would be third place. However, this is overall, and she faces exceptional individuals who excel in too many other facets of wartime leadership. Thus, Amina is an average, yet solid leader. She has no real weaknesses to exploit, aside from a lack of experience. She leads from the rear.

Mary: She was trained by her father, and by Master Feren on matters of war. As such, Mary is an average leader to follow in war. She can command a battalion, but an entire army would prove difficult unless she gains more experience. She leads from the rear.

Nysthe: Wartime is not her forte, and she knows this. So, she does what someone should do, and delegate. And she delegates well. She knows who to choose, and who to listen to. Nysthe will not be a commander, so she does not lead from the rear or fore.

Lucina: Only by virtue of her brother Veriel, and his constant talks regarding war and chivalry, does Lucina have some clue on how to lead people in times of duress. However, she considers herself a lady first, and does not ascribe to the martial side of her people's culture. Will also not be a commander, so she does not lead from the rear or fore.

Cheris and Astrid: As imperial noblewomen, these two have a grasp of martial matters that will help them understand basic necessities required of a leader of war. But the two are below average in this field, and are better suited for other expeditions.

#kingdomsandempires #questions #interactive fiction #lore #dashingdon #hosted games #choicescript #romance

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sliceofcake-cupoftea · 1 year

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Hi! Just wanna say i really like your writtings and i'd like to make a request only if you dont mind 💖

Could you please make lao x housen! Femreader where they meet each other for the first time (during 3 aliance) and reader was abt to be targeted by reiji himuro but Lao was there taking over thinking she couldnt fight eventhough she shows she's a good fighter at the end. Both shock seeing each other since she only heard bad rumours abt lao and lao dont know this is the girl from housen people been talkin abt. Kinda awkward at first but reader has this easy going but lil cocky persona. They then meet each other for several time unexpectedly and started to like each other secretly.

Anyplot will do cuz i'll leave it to you. Sorry for writing to long to explain the plot that you might take as inspo 😘

Love you 3000 xoxo

Big Mouth

Character(s): "Rao" Misaki Mario (x reader), Ueda Sachio (slight x reader)

Plot Line: As per usual when Seibang's Kendo team showed up at Housen for practice, the gym was locked. Having to track down the boys yet again for the keys, you run into an unusual male.

Warnings: High and Low Violence

Note: Thanks so much for the request! I didn’t use everything you said because I like to go with the flow when writing (a stylistic choice on my part not your fault) so I hope you like a couple of surprises I sprinkled in.

“All–” You huff as another student comes barreling towards you causing Jamuo to let out a girlish yelp as he gets out of the way. Quickly, you snap your bokken down right on the back of the guy’s neck chasing him, making the guy instantly collapse to the ground in pain, “I wanted–”

Kicking in the door to a classroom, you see three more Senomon tech students inside–all instantly turning around at the commotion–but no Housen students in sight; more specifically no Odajima. A fact that makes you let out an aggravated sigh as the students begin to come at you,

“--Was the gym keys!”

It was true. That was all you wanted.

Hailing from Seibang Girls’ High School, your school had a lot of prestige and, most importantly, class. Two elements you tried your hardest to embody when you entered high school as a first-year. Though, it was at times like this even two years later, that you failed miserably at that.

Due to your close relationship with Ueda Yui and eventually the boys at Housen, the girls Kendo team you were captain of often borrowed Housen’s gym for practice. Most of the time caused by the fact the softball team was taking up your original practice space. Which is normally fine until you show up to Housen and no one is there to unlock the gym for you guys.

Meaning as the closest to the Housen members, you had to go track down the keys.

“I swear to fucking–” You start feeling an aggravated twitch go through you as someone kicks you in the back. One you instantly return ten fold by kicking the guy in the nuts, “Odajima! When I find your dumbass you are dead! Dead, you hear?!”

You really lost your class in situations like this. Really.

As Jamuo yelps about some other students coming after you two, you instantly grab the cowardly male by the collar and jump through a window. Landing on the roof of an area down below. Jamuo sputters, attempting to catch his breath after what you just did, but you are more interested in something else.

Suzuran?

Based on the black and gold uniforms amongst the red, you could only guess the six males fighting on the ground in front of you hailed from that chaotic and unruly boys’ school.

“What…” You mumble, already feeling a headache come on as you attempt to wrap your head around the situation, “How the fuck does Housen get in some much trouble…? Oi, Hey!”

Not allowing the Senomon Tech guys on the ground in front of you enough time to turn around, you leap from the roof and onto the group. Kicking most to the ground and hitting a guy in front of you with your wooden sword in the process.

“Wha–” You jump in surprise, stopping you from going after another student, as a person–a full on person–is thrown past you like a ragdoll. As you turn to your right to look at the source, you see a rather tall and looming Suzuran male standing there; who freezes in his tracks as he sees you, “Oi! Watch it!”

However, it wasn’t in the way the male at first thought intended as you threw your sword, smacking a student that was sneaking up behind him. Quickly, the Suzuran student turns around and chucks the knocked out one through a window; putting him out of commision and out of the way as you get closer to him. Not even bothering to jog to go grab your sword, you take the opportunity to look the male over, beginning to realize that he looked oddly familiar. Not in the way that you have seen this male before but that he looks exactly like someone Sachio once described.

Raoh.

“Hey, Oi. Pay attention next time, pretty boy.” You say, huffing as you grab your wooden sword poking the male in the chest as he continues to stare at you. Raoh, slightly taken aback by your words and action, seems to freeze once more, “We don’t need you getting injured. I’m too busy today to be kissing any boo boos away.”

“There they are!” Scrunching your eyebrow slightly in annoyance, you begin to curse Housen out in your mind as backup for the opposing group arrives. All armed with pipes and wooden weapons; Kamasaka students. Of course.

When would Sachio be back again? He never forgot to leave the keys at Housen whenever you had practice that day.

“Oi!” You yelp as while kicking some guy in the gut, a strong arm suddenly wraps around your waist, lifting you up and bringing you around as he spins. It takes you a moment to realize it was this Raoh guy grabbing ahold of you. In his other hand a Kamasaka student, who he swung around before eventually throwing into a crowd of them.

“A little warning next time?” You say, raising an eyebrow at him as he places you back down on the ground. You can tell Raoh is a bit flustered by your confrontation and sarcastic attitude. However, he was no were close to how flustered he became at your next words, “I like to be manhandled but jeez take me on a date first, will ya?”

Without another word, you kick a metal pipe away from a twitching injured student on the ground and walk off. Leaving Raoh without an opportunity to ask what you mean. Allowing him to just ponder with all the chaos going on around him.

Little do you know the impact you had on him just from the brief moment in time.

–.--.--.--.--

“Ow. Ow.” Odajima curses as you continue to look through his pockets. The young man dangling off Jinkawa, quite bruised and battered from the fight. However, you don’t pay it any mind, instead lighting up when your hand comes into contact with familiar metal. You nearly scream with joy as the jingle of keys is heard as you pull it out of Odajima's front pocket. “Oi, watch your hand–”

“Thank you, God,” You yell, cutting the Housen student off from his whining as you kiss the key to the gym. Finally–fucking finally–you got the keys. “I need to call the girls.”

“Oh? Sachio?”

As you begin to pull out your phone, Housen practically erupts in excitement as they see their leader–Ueda Sachio–at the front of Senomon Tech. A sight you are relieved to see as well. No more days of chasing down the keys to the gym.

“Sachio,” You whine, not hesitating on jogging up to male. Him seeming quite taken aback that you are here, “You need to make a copy of these keys. I can’t keep on tracking down Housen for them. Do you know how long the ride was here?”

At your whines of agony, Housen begins to laugh. Not taking the pain you go through in trying to find them seriously. Even Sachio can’t help but let out a chuckle as he brings up a hand to wrinkle your hair.

“I’ll be sure to–” Suddenly the smile on Sachio’s face wipes clean as he spots something behind you, “What is Suzuran doing here?”

Turning around, you nearly jump in shock at the group of black uniformed males standing behind you. More specifically Raoh, the boy you were fighting with earlier, that literally was towering over you.

“Hey– Oh.” You are taken aback as Raoh suddenly pulls out his phone and hands it to you. As you stare at the blank contact on the screen of it, It takes you a moment to put two and two together, “Oh… Do you want my phone number?”

Raoh nods his head, seeming patient despite what you’ve heard as you begin to slowly put it in. All the while Housen and Oya look on confused. Wondering what in the world was going on and how the two of you knew each other.

“Are you free this saturday? At three o’clock?” Raoh asks, his deep voice catching you off guard once more as it is the first time you heard him speak today. With a small and meek nod of your head, the Suzuran man smiles. Though only for a moment before he gently takes the phone from your hands.

“It’s a date.” You let out a small gasp as Raoh leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead; unable to stop your heart from doing a summersault at the romantic gesture. One of his large hands running down the back of your hair to the tips of the strands as he pulls away; bringing some hair to fall gently back to your face as heat rises to your cheeks, “I’ll pick you up at two.”

As Suzuran begins to walk away, leaving everyone stunned at what just took place, it is–of course–Fujio that breaks the dead silence of the situation.

“Oh, good job Raoh!” He cheers, giving his friend a thumbs up. While he didn’t understand what just took place or the context behind it, he knew the Suzuran male just asked a girl out. So like every male, he was supportive of the heroics and guts behind it. Well maybe not every male in this situation.

It is as Raoh gives Fujio a thumbs up back, that everyone else breaks out of their stupidor. Especially Sachio who instantly challenges Raoh. Declaring that you were friends of Housen, thus part of Housen. Even Odajima hopped off Jinkawa to challenge the other students of Raoh’s faction.

It seemed like an all out brawl was about to commence with everyone present.

Well… everyone but you. You, still shell shocked, couldn’t believe getting in a fight for Housen got you a date with the Misaki Mario of Suzuran. You couldn’t wait to tell the girls about this one. They would be so excited.

Though… Yui might be a little disappointed as she has been trying to set you up with her brother for as long as you remember.

Whoops.

#high and low fic #high and low x reader #high&low #high and low #high&low the story of sword #high&low x reader #high and low the worst #high and low raoh x reader #high and low mario misaki #High and low suzuran

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gyusfavlibra · 1 year

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SKATEBOARD CRUSH | CHOI BEOMGYU

Pairing: Beomgyu x afab! reader

Featurings: TXT, Chaewon, Yunjin (Le Sserafim)

Word count: +2K

Warnings: Fluff, one swear word. Friends to lovers! Skateboarding.

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The sun sent heat over the city. Winds were very low, brightness casted through the trees. Against sidewalks and streets, creating the perfect visible shadows it always did.

It was the middle of summer. Students taking their few months off to relax and kick back. Do whatever it is they spent many many weeks waiting to do.

You, being a on that particular break, just finished up your senior year of high school, racing through your bedroom. Throwing on some clothes to get ready for your personal spaced trip.

You grabbed some baggy ripped jeans, a cropped black tank top, and a thin knitted green sweater. The wind was capable of power pushing through the material just enough to chill your chest.

Your well thought of plan was to go to the skating park in your neighborhood. You had always traveled there after school, or homework time, to roll around and jump tricks on your board. It was never crowded during the school year since people had plans to write essays, do algebra, etc.

But you knew, today would be a little more occupied than usual days that you've been there. However, you didn't care. As long as you got your skate time in, the amount of people didn't matter to you.

You say goodbye to your parent(s). Passing through the front door, your graphic designed skateboard clutched in hand on your side. Just as you stepped onto the sidewalk, you flicked your board down on the ground and rolled off. Heading in the direction of the skate park.

The ride was nice. Creating your own wind by riding down small hills and going at your own speed that satisfied your insides. Faster that a walking distance. It was peaceful.

The park wasn't packed like she had expected. Not a little amount of people, but not a huge amount either. To your shock, there were only two females besides yourself. And you just so happen to be good friends with those girls. Chaewon and Yunjin.

You had met them at this specific park many months ago when your city did a skate tournament. You didn't participate, but Chaewon did. And obviously being the good skater she is, took home the trophy.

"Yo, what's up, Y/n."

"Hey, Chae."

You hugged the dark headed girl before hugging your other friend who just got off a ramp. "Place isn't as packed as I thought it'd be."

"Yeah, well, most of these people are only here because of them," Yunjin, the one with lighter brunette hair spoke as she pointed down the cemented walkway you approached on.

Five guys, five guys that you knew all too well, stood against a the metal fence by a picnic table. Laughing away which echoed through the space. Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Huening Kai, and Taehyun.

These 5 boy were very well known to everyone at school. Girls would gawk over them like it was their first priority. Of course, it's because they were really hot, even you thought so, but you weren't one to waste your time hoping they would pull your hand and kiss it like some type of romance show. At least not for all of them.

But they could also sing which was cool in your eyes. Along with the fact that they all have really hot features was a good pro. Especially for him.

Okay okay, turns out there was a partial lie in the list of reasons why you go to this one park constantly.

Choi Beomgyu.

You two have had many conversations before. A couple ocurring at the park, but mostly in school. You did find him to be really admiring and super funny.

Over time a crush developed, but not one you would openly spread in school like other did.

You'd have to put down all your self pride just to fluster at him like every other person and you were NOT gonna do yourself like that.

"God, I'm female and even I want those dudes' bone structure," Yujin said while holding her hips.

You laughed at this while keeping your eyes on Beomgyu who was jumping around around on a picnic table. His friend watching him with wide smiles.

The way he smiled and always seemed to be in such a positive attitude was so intriguing and comforting to you. Fighting to urge to go over and kiss his smile as if it was your own.

You stares were like a call in the wind. Practically sensing sound waves to the whole group of guys, because next thing your girls knew, four of the five boys were looking your way. Chaewon and Yunjin quickly pull their eyes away to act like they weren't checking them out.

There was no hiding for you. You were caught. You probably have been caught more than you know by him or even just his friends.

Beomgyu's smile that was momentarily fading grew even bigger when he spotted you. The boy with mid length black hair and platinum blond streaks, held a arm up and waved largely at you.

You stomach filled with flutters.

You were in total awe. Making sure to send one back. "Man, he totally likes you."

"N- Chaewon, no. No he doesn't. He's just friendly."

"No, no, he totally does. That boy wants to have you wrapped around his finger here and now."

You rolled her eyes at the ridiculous comment. Sometimes you wondered if he did like you. He was always nice to you. Everyday even. But even then, you just think that's his personality, he's just treating you how he'd treat others as well.

"Oh my god, shut up."

Even though, you denied the accusation, it was very much true. Beomgyu did like you. You didn't know that though. But he told his friends that every second of every day because it was that hard to get you off his mind.

The boy watched as you strolled off with your friends to a ramp, taking turns to go down them. He watched in pure bliss as you rode so cautiously. You were a natural.

"Dude, just go talk to her."

Gyu turned to the know voice speaking. His friend Yeonjun was looking down at his boards purple wheels. Dusting them off with a rag he continuously brought along each time.

"No, I'd embarrass myself."

"No you won't. You've talked a million times before. Nothing can be that different."

Beomgyu kept his eyes on your figure. "You think she knows I like her?"

Soobin looked upwards at the whipped friend of his, still standing on the picnic table. "If she does, she's bad at trying not to like to you back."

"H- she said that?"

"No, but I've talked to her friend with the short before."

"W-what'd she say?"

"I guess- Y/n's not much of a head over heels person for guys. She doesn't act how she does with you, to anyone else."

He smiled slightly. Hearing that made him feel so special. So special. You only treat him so greatly and comfortably.

"He could just be tolerable," their red haired friend Taehyun spoke as he opened a package of fruit snacks. Soobin shook his head at the individual.

"Well, that's what I thought too, but Chaewon said that Y/n has a short tolerance, so, either Beomgyu is just testing us, or she likes him. Because he is annoying as hell."

Beomgyu felt a rush of excitement in his chest despite the minor teasing. If there are any chances that you liked him back, then he knew he needed to act on them. On something at least.

Huening Kai patted his shoes. "Go talk to her, tiger."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Don't be such a cat," Yeonjun said deeply. Smacking his friend's leg. Beomgyu jumped down from his sitting position the table. His soul flipped.

"Someone come with me."

"B- dude-"

"I'm scared."

"I-okay I'll go with you," Soobin offered. Standing from his seat practically pushing Gyu to where they needed to be.

Yunjin noticed them approaching and snapped at the other two girls who just finished skating on a wide ramp.

"Beomgyu's coming!"

You were alerted. Looking up to the duo that were in fact walking over. Although, you didn't show the excitement to see him, it was definitely there. Your mind screaming to run away. You flipped around to look at your friends. "You guys better act normal."

The two gave an "ok" with their fingers before standing to act as told. Soobin was pushing Beomgyu by his shoulders. The closer they got, the more his heart started racing. But he had to quickly suck up that nervousness and be confident.

"Hello. How are you?" Chaewon waved. Bright smile plastered on her face.

"We're great! We just saw you guys skating. You're all really good!"

"Thank you."

"Yeah, I heard you won-"

All the talking had completely been zoned out of Beomgyu's mind as well as yours. Soobin and Chaewon were practically flirting in front of them and no one wanted to hear all of that. You grabbed Beomgyu's hand and pulled him to another pit.

"You can skate, right?" You asked.

"Why else would I be at a skate park?"

"To meet a girl, maybe. I don't know. You tell me, Gyu."

His nickname rolled off your tongue like magic. Like it was meant to only be spoken by you and you only. He loved the sound of you being the one to say it. His ears rang with romance.

"There is one girl."

His fingers pricked at the pebbles stuck on his shoes. "Really? Who?" You questioned. You set your board down on the cement. A huge wave of disappointment wipe out your happiness. When the words exit his mouth, you almost wanted to cry. Maybe there was a part of you that thought maybe you had a chance.

Did he really like someone else?

There goes any chance with him.

"Doesn't matter. She doesn't like me back."

You shrugged with a pursed mouth, choosing to support rather than talk down on his feelings. "Never know until you ask her."

And with that, you slid down the ramp. Staying in a steady position to keep yourself from falling off the board. Beomgyu watched carefully. Making sure he saw your every move. For many reasons. Just in case she fell or you wanted him to redo what you did.

It'd kill him to see you get hurt.

Seconds later you came back to the surface of the pit, kicking your board up and into your hand.

"Think you could do that?"

"I think...I can do better."

"Oh really," you rose an eyebrow. Almost shocked at the sudden confidence. "Then, show me what you got Gyu."

You handed the boy your board, realizing he didn't bring his over. A soft smile planted on your face. It was so memorizing to him that he almost forgot what you had wanted him to do.

"Here I go," he spoke with a shout as he slid down, moving to the other side. Scraping against the edge were quite good. Meant he held on quit well.

You weren't shocked. Not even near surprised. You knew he was good. You used to watch him skate before you even became "friends". One of things that brought you closer by the days.

"Alright, okay. I underestimated you, sir Beomgyu."

"Noo, I'm not anywhere as good as you."

"Yeah you are. Even better. I really like your form.

The compliment made his whole heart flutter. Cheeks burning to a crimson red. Gosh, too bad it was dark. You could definitely see he's blushing. Beomgyu typically took nice comments like a simple hello. But not from you. It was like a music box that he'd NEVER turn off. Ever.

"So, tell me about this girl you like. Is she pretty?" You interrogated as they now sat on their own boards, facing each other.

The thought that he did like someone still stuck in the back of your mind. Beomgyu smiled, trying to deeply hide it. But it was failing.

"She's breathtaking."

Breathtaking.

What did he think of you? Did you come close to breathtaking?

"Breathtaking? Hm. What's she like?"

"She is funny, nice, she is very very smart. In school, she passes every quiz, every test. It's mindblowing. Oh! And! And! She skateboards."

You felt your stomach drop. Getting the feeling that Beomgyu was for some reason describing one of her friends. There goes the arrow of pride your were so close to shooting into his back.

Your eyebrows rose as if you were waiting for him to continue. But you chose to speak instead. "Is it....Chaewon?"

Beomgyu couldn't help but burst into a loud fit of laughter. Catching the attention of each of his friends as well as yours. You just sat dumbfounded at the fact that you didn't understand what was funny.

It was almost as if, he knew you wanted it to be her and he thought it was dumb, but obviously that was NOT the case.

After many seconds, his laughter died down, feeling a large chunk of courage, he wiped his eyes from the happy tears. "So, Yunjin?"

"Not even close."

You gaze down to the cement and back up at him. If it wasn't either of your friends....then that could only mean...

"Y/n..."

You slowly raised your finger to your own chest. "Me?"

"Bingo."

And with that, Beomgyu kneeled over and place his pink lips onto yours. Holding your jaw in one hand. His friends continuing their stalker viewing, cheering for the duo across the court. The girls squealing and the guys dropping chants of Gyu's name.

His eyes fell into the gaze of your own when you separated. Both carrying large smiles, but still being very close to each other's faces.

The connected conformation had you smiling CRAZILY. Your cheeks heat up. The burning sensation filling up your whole face. "You think I'm breathtaking?"

"Bodytaking," he chuckled. You hold his hand tightly in yours. Almost afraid to let ago. "Will you be mine, Y/n?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

Hope you enjoyed this! I wrote it on Wattpadn but I'm gonna transfer them all to Tumblr since they're mostly oneshots and stuff! Thank you!

#txt fluff #txt angst #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #kpop imagines #tomorrow by together #txt oneshots #beomgyu oneshot #soobin #yeonjun #hueningkai #taehyun #choi beomgyu scenarios

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Ms. Udaku // Shuri

Summary/Request: Can you do professor shuri / student reader.

Pairing: Professor!Shuri x Student!Fem!Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.1k

The blaring alarm was enough to make you jump out of bed and onto the floor. Today was the day. A handful of students were handpicked to participate in a special technology program. You had been looking forward to this since you were amongst those chosen last week. Being smart has its perks. You don't have to listen to Mrs. Johnson go on and on about atoms and ions. Plus Ms. Udaku was doing the lecture. If you had to pick a professor to pin after, it was her. She wasn't even that much older than you. You would pass by her office just to speak to her on your days off. Usually she would wave off students for bothering her but not you. She tolerated your antics. Sometimes it made you wonder if she felt what you did. But that wasn't important right now. It was a big day so you already had your outfit picked out and knew how you were going to style your hair. A girl gotta prepare. Your phone started to buzz and you saw your best friend's name flash across the screen. "You almost ready Kiya?"

"Hey Y/N, I'm doing my hair but I'll be ready in like 10 minutes." She said and you bounced on your feet.

"Making sure you look good for a certain genius? We all knew she was going to be picked." You joked and she scoffed. "Bitch ain't nobody worried about looking good for Riri. I look good for me, myself, and I." She retorted and you smiled into the mirror. "I never said who said genius was. Bitch just admit you like her and move the fuck on. Yall already be eye fucking the hell out each other during microchem." You told her before letting out a laugh at her silence. "Yeah. Didn't know I peeped that shit huh?"

"Fuck you. I'm heading over to your room." She said before hanging up as you did your mascara. You two agreed to walk in together since this was huge for the both of you. Will look real nice on a resume. A soft knock hit your door and you walked over to let her in. Her hair was in a high ponytail with her makeup done and you shook your head before letting her in. "Okay. Who you looking cute for? Ms. Udaku?" She asked as she looked you up and down. You shrugged your shoulders as you grabbed your bag and book off your chair. "Me, myself and I." You repeated her earlier words as the two of you left the dorm room, headed to your destination. The classroom was divine. And you wouldn't say that about any of the rooms in this bitch. You caught sight of Riri sitting in the second row and a small smirk played on your lips. "Come on, I know where we can sit." You pulled her behind you to the front row a couple of seats down from the girl. Kiya immediately took notice and punched your shoulder.

"You bitch." You gave her a smile as you took your seat. Mrs. Johnson walked in with a smile before greeted the room as all eyes were on her. "Good morning. I'm glad all of you could make it today. Now I'm not teaching this program since this isn't my regular class time. Your professor for the course is Ms. Udaku. She is taking her time from her own classes to teach you all so show her the utmost respect." She told us as another woman walked into the room. You couldn't tear your gaze from her as she waved with a wide smile. It was until her brown eyes set on you that you lowered your own to the notebook on the table. You felt Kiya pinch your thigh and you refused to look over at her knowing smirk.

"It's a pleasure to be here. I wouldn't have known that so many people would be interested in this kind of stuff. But luckily you have me here to teach you."

"Will we learn about some of your experiments Ms. Udaku? They are popular amongst the student body at multiple universities." A voice asked from the back of the room.

"Please Shuri is just fine. I'm only 24 years old. Making me 2 or 3 years older than most of you here." She laughed and your heart skipped a beat. Fuck. She started her lecture and you felt Kiya nudge your arm shortly after. You looked over at her this time and she held a grin. "I saw that. Does my little Y/N have the hots for Ms. Udaku?" You rolled your eyes as you knew she didn't plan on letting this go. "No you didn't. Now shush. We're in the front."

"You picked these seats. Remember?" She smirked and you began to regret your plan. Last time I try to play matchmaker. "Shut up." You whispered before Shuri turned to face the two of you. Oh shit. "Would one of you like to tell me if this sequence will be a success or not?" She asked and you looked over at the sequence written out. You bit your lip, not wanting to look like a fool in front of her. "It'll fail." Kiya spoke before you could say anything and Shuri turned to you. "Your friend seems so confident in her answer. Why don't you elaborate why?"

"Well there's some components missing. Without them it won't turn out the way you expect it too. It'll turn into a completely different sequence, which could cause a big problem. So, she's right, it'll fail." You said softly and the room went silent. Were you wrong? Did you just embarrass yourself in front of the smartest woman in this room."What's your name?"

"Y/N." You began to fidget under her gaze and she gave you a soft smirk. "Good job Ms. Y/N." Fuck me. She held your gaze before turning back to the board. You let out the breath that you were holding as Kiya nudges you playfully. You felt another tap and looked back to see Riri with a smile.

"Pretty good for a mechanic and a bookworm." She said before looking over at Kiya, who seemed as if she was about to combust. Riri took notice as she sat back in her seat and I couldn't stop the grin on my lips.

"Okay Ms. Bookworm." You mumbled and she put her face in her hands. You stayed attentive during the rest of the lecture just staring. The way she talked so passionately about her work. The way her curls bounced in her face. You swore she caught your gaze a couple of times but you didn't even try to turn away. When the lecture was over she thanked everyone for attending.

"This has been quite the experience. I do plan to come back for another class so be on the lookout for that announcement. Anyway, I have some things to attend to back in my office. Off you go." The students started piling out but you took your time to put your books in your bag. You noticed Riri walking up to Kiya and decided against eavesdropping on your best friend. She'll tell you right after anyway. You felt a presence next to you and looked up to see Shuri.

"Ms. Udaku."

"Please. Call me Shuri. I wanted to tell you personally that you have a sharp eye. Didn't expect you to answer correctly after being put on the spot." She told you and you tried to hide your smile.

"Thank you Shuri. Although you did have me thinking I was wrong." You replied and she gave a small laugh.

"I was ready to tell you that you were. Since the two of you were talking during my lecture. But I'll admit you surprised me. See me after your classes, okay." She walked past you leaving you stuck in shock as you wondered why she needed to speak with you further. Kiya planted herself next to you before turning to watch Riri walk out the room. When the coast was clear she buried her head in your shoulder with a slight squeal.

"She asked me out. She knew I liked her. She KNEW I liked HER!" She said and you turned to her.

"Ms. Uda- Shuri wants to talk to me in her office." You started and Kiya froze before grabbing your shoulders tight.

"Okay Y/N. You are going to walk in there and butter her up. She wants you." She said and you scoffed. "She's our professor."

"She's teaching outside of her own class. So she's not OUR professor, Mrs. Johnson is. Besides, she's only 2 years older than you. I see nothing wrong." She shrugged as the two of you walked out of the room. "So while I'm getting head from Riri you better be in there face down ass up. And I want to hear all about it later tonight."

"Bitch what?" You laughed as she held onto your arm to steady herself, lost in her own laughter. We had finally calmed down when you looked at the time. "Well let me go on and see what she wants. I'll see you tonight."

"I'll bring the snacks. Bye girl." We went our separate ways and you suddenly felt your heart flutter. Secondly your hands started to sweat as you neared the office door. You stood frozen in front of the door and began to panic. What if you go in there and make a total fool out of yourself? What if you caught the wrong signals? Maybe you should just book it back to your dorm room and forget about the whole thing. But then you'll have another class with her. She'll most likely confront you or-

The door was pulled open mid mental crisis revealing Shuri. "You're not that quiet you know. Come in." You stopped into her office and bit the inside of your cheek as the door closed shut. "You can relax, Y/N. I don't bite." Oh but fuck do I want you too. You gave a small nod as you took a seat across from her desk. She leaned against the side and you took the chance to ask the golden question.

"Um, so what did you want to talk to me about?" You asked as she flipped through some pages in a file.

"You are one of the smartest people on this campus. Aside from Riri Williams. Your project on the machine used to detect usual metals under the water is astonishing. It even works above water. Where did you even get the parts for this?"

"A nearby junkyard. Riri told me about the place. Surprisingly most of the stuff worked just fine. Just a small tune up here and there. She nodded her head before placing the file on the table.

"I also want to speak about your staring problem." She said nonchalantly and you jerked your head up to see her already looking at you. "My staring problem?"

"Yes. During the lecture you always found yourself staring at me. Did I have something on my face? Or maybe you were spacing out? Either way I won't tolerate it during my class." With each word she got closer to you until her hands resting on the arms rests, trapping you between her and the chair. "I don't know what you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N. I have one of the smartest brains in the world. If you don't want this, just say the word and we'll never speak of it again." She was close enough for you to feel her breath on your skin. Fuck it. You leaned up to close the gap between you and she smiled into the kiss as she nestled her knee between your legs. You swallowed a moan as she applied pressure to your clothed pussy. Her tongue slipped along your own when she pushed her way past your lips. Her hand slid under your skirt and grabbed hold of your panties. You spread out slightly as she dragged them down your legs. Your heated meeting with the professor was cut short when a knock sounded from the other side of the door.

"Ms. Udaku, I have some questions about the assignment due next week." She pulled away from you to allow you to pull yourself together. Slipping your panties in her pocket she opened the door to greet the student with a smile.

"Of course. Ms. Y/N I'll see you next session alright." She turned to wink at you out of the student's sight and you nodded. You gathered your things before walking out of the office. You put a hand to your chest to calm down as you made your way back to your room. Not without stopping by the bathroom to wipe your thighs of the mess she made.

#poc reader #princess shuri #shuri black panther #queen shuri #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri fluff #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #shuri x you

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mahiiimahiiii · 2 months

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wip 1/2: office hours.

(the rizzard at work + lunch with the spouse)

Chalk tapped against the chalkboard as he sipped gently at a mug of tea and cleared his throat continuing with his speech. His hair was thrown back into a loose half up and down messy bun, staticky hair poking and prodding out like new spring buds. He wore a new suit vest, a stripped pattern with an argyle tie, and a light blue button down, paired with the same-colored magenta slacks. His tie pin was one of a crescent moon, (he had been on a theming kick recently). Today was on magic in other areas, written on the board were a couple pooled questions by the students. Does music automatically equal magic? How do paladin oaths work? Is It possible for magic to be innate?

He finished off his mug tapping at pages to read on the board, waving off the students and their cloaks that looked way too large for them. A stream of bobbing heads, ears and horns followed out the door. You had to maneuver around the groups of students, slowly moving their way out, a few stragglers lounging around the professor’s desk.

“I hope I’m not too late-“you approach him, setting the tin of food wrapped in a handkerchief onto his desk.

He beamed when he laid eyes on you, cheeks flushed a rosy hue. “you’re right on time, ill see you in the office, I just need to help a student with a spell pronunciation- then ill be with you.” He caught a finger under your chin, kissing your brow. His breath smelt of an earthy green tea, sweetened with honey, and the zeal of lemon juice that followed. He turned his back to you, helping the student to write it out phonetically. You heard his bright praise as the thick office door closed behind you.

the thick office door closed behind you.

The office- you remembered dearly, you helped assemble. A room with high ceilings, decorated with diagrams of spells and sheet music. One wall was clad with photos of his family, a portrait of the both of you front and center. Small linocuts of your companions sat on a bookshelf nearby, as well as tomes discussing your previous acts, which he so proudly showed off. He had asked for a new cupboard to house all sorts of dried teas, which he unhinged the doors of and installed onto the walls, framing them with delicate laces. It mirrored a little alchemical shop. The walls were a cozy and warm purple with white and brown accents. He had a little hearth and big windows facing the bay, a window ajar, the new tressym kitten may have gone out exploring. Tara the second, Gale called her.

The door creaked open as you admired the wall of portraits, you jumped within your shoes tail swishing in a slight panic.

“im sorry little love, have I frightened you?” he kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying gently. His lips found their way up to the shell of your ear, nipping it gently. He spun you around, taking in your new sundress, yellow with pops of white blooms, a pair of lacy socks and brown kitten heels to match.

“you look positively divine- are you sure there wasn’t other intentions behind this?” he cocked a brow, the settled in features of his face creasing with mirth.

You’ll be completely honest with your feelings, jobs, children, life in general as led you two apart. Intimately it seems-

This you had no problems with, as gale had all the love in the world for you. He made sure to show his affections readily and often- with you in turn.

To this- you sheepishly nodded, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Perhaps there was motive… if you’ll oblige me of course.” Something new swirled into his eyes, a fiery spark of desire. He cracked a grin turning heel to the door. “Shame lunch will be spoiled then; I do have an appetite for something else in mind. And I wouldn’t be a smart man to waste an opportunity like this.” With a quick flit of his fingers a secure spell of arcane lock was cast

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 4 months

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Hi! These are my favorite fics that take place in the summer. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

I’ll Fly Away byjuliusschmidt / @juliusschmidt (122k)

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

Jump Before We Fall by green_feelings / @greenfeelings (113k)

Louis and Zayn's lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn't know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life.

Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter (100k)

AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.

Somewhere In Between Lightning by jassy117 nauticalleeds shiningdistractionwrites / @nauticalleeds @shiningdistraction (99k)

As Louis took another bite, he thought back to how he had once believed that the hardest thing about being on Love Island would be Liam handling his social media. He had been wrong. It was Harry Styles, peeking over at Louis as he forked a pancake into his mouth, and gauging his reaction. It was having to quench the swelling of his heart, which felt simultaneously like hope and the breaking of a thousand pieces.

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A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?

Imagine his surprise when Louis arrives in sunny Majorca to find that his first love and ex-boyfriend, Harry, is another contestant, about to capture the hearts of everyone in the villa. Most normal people don’t have to face their ex on an otherwise straight TV show. Most normal people don’t fall for their ex again in front of the whole nation, either. Too bad this whole situation isn’t normal.

Sun Means The Sky’ll Be Blue by pearlydewdrops / @moonhusbands (91k)

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin’s five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people’s questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry’s old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it’s a sore subject not to be mentioned.

If it’s a little bit closer to the truth than Harry would like, well, he’s a master at living in denial.

So cue a mess of trudged-up feelings, past misunderstandings, a rekindled summer romance and a whole lot of sexually-charged bickering.

You Come Beating Like Moth's Wings by supernope (81k)

Harry smiles. He's only known Louis for about two hours, knows nothing about him past his first name, but he's nice and sarcastic and helpful and so, so pretty. And Harry's still got a few days left in Barcelona, and he thinks he wouldn't mind spending them with Louis.

Also known as, Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together.

Summer’s In the Air and Baby, Heaven’s In Your Eyesby starryhaze / @starryhaze28 (71k)

“So we probably shouldn’t do this.” Louis says, and Harry knows he means staying like this, wrapped up in each other, and he nods, then lifts his head from Louis’ shoulder. His eyes are focused on the ground while he tries to will the tears away.

“We shouldn’t. I’m sorry Lou it’s just-“

“Hey it’s fine, baby.” Louis promises, gently rubbing this thumb over Harry’s cheek. Harry leans into the touch and blinks up at Louis.

“Not your fault.” Louis says, looking around before he presses his lips against Harry’s in a short but sweet kiss. “You’re like my dirty little secret now.” He grins wickedly and gives a wink, making Harry blush and bite his lip as he steps away.

⋆ .ೃ ࿔ *: ･

or a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue

Adore You by isthatyoularry / @isthatyoularry (66k)

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Your Memory Over Me by shimmeringevil / @shimmeringevil (64k)

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (61k)

Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he’s been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn’t expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.

Cue the summer loving.

Where the Tide Takes You, I Will Follow by pinkcords / @pinkcords (53k)

There’s no way around his departure, their inevitable fate. Harry will leave and he will return to London and when he sits in his new flat, wherever it might be, he will think of this summer and the warmth the sun brought him and the way it felt to be loved. He will compare all his future relationships to Louis and when they fall short, he will be disappointed. Harry knows this.

Or, Louis lives in Gloucester and Harry tries to find a way to stay.

The Boys of Summer by afirethatcannotdie / @afirethatcannotdie (45k)

“I mean…we’re gonna have to sneak around anyway, yeah? Like, with that whole rules thing that I guess we’ve decided to ignore. Might make it a little more fun this way.”

AU. In which Louis is a reluctant sports coach, Harry’s a fellow counselor who wears tiny yellow shorts, and camp rules say they’re forbidden to date.

Suddenly Last Summer by disgruntledkittenface / @disgruntledkittenface (44k)

Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

Some Clear Jellyfish Don't Sting by gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews (32k)

Louis Tomlinson is starting grad school in New York City in the fall and when his best friend Niall Horan finds out, he invites Louis to spend the summer with him on the end of Long Island, at the house of their childhood friend, Harry Styles. Louis hasn't seen Harry in years, not since he was sixteen and Harry was fourteen and Harry had a somewhat massive crush on him. What will happen when they meet again? Will the tables be turned????

Our Little Corner of the World by brownheadedstranger (29k)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

Naked & Proud by kiwikero (18k)

The town itself is tiny, as evidenced by the ten minutes it’s taken Louis to drive the entire thing. There’s not a single recognisable brand in sight—no Tesco or McDonald’s or even a bloody Starbucks. Lining the streets instead are mom and pop stores with names like ‘Jerry’s Burgers’ and ‘The Market Basket’ and…

“'Naked & Proud?'” Louis almost slams on the brakes at the outlandish sign, the name written in a seemingly innocent font, words curved around a large cartoon peach. He can’t help turning into the carpark, easing the car into a spot next to a beat up truck.

He isn’t sure what to make of it. Surely it isn’t a strip joint or sex shop, not with the families and little old ladies going in and out of the establishment. Some kind of nudist hangout, perhaps?

And, oh, God. Did Louis’ mother accidentally send him to live in a nudist colony?

In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

We Were Made to Love by supernope (16k)

“Everything all sorted? Need help with the buckles? I know they’re a bit tricky in this compartment.”

The voice startles Louis out of his daze, and he turns toward the voice to let him know he figured it out. When he catches sight of the owner of the voice, though, his response dies in his throat. Whatever he had imagined the conductor of a children’s train that rides around the shopping centre in Leeds would look like, this is certainly not it.

Leaning through the window, arms folded across the sill, is a green-eyed angel with cherry red lips stretched wide in a smile and dimples flirting in his cheeks. A black conductor’s hat is the only confirmation that this is not some gorgeous stranger who’s come to flirt with Louis through the window of a children’s train, but is just a man doing his job.

[or, Harry drives a kiddie train in the shopping centre for the summer and is obsessed with babies, and Louis never stood a chance.]

#summer fic rec #category fic rec #larry fic rec #fic rec #hlcreators #read

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Oh I got a fun idea in honor of Bayonetta 3 being released let's get a Aunt Bayo au:

It was combat class teams RWBY and JNPR were waiting for the next match. Most of teams have fought and only Jaune remained as he was being called he wait in the center of the arena. Being a little nervous as someone wasn't called to fight him only for him to hear a slight chuckle and gun shots hitting near his feet.

???: OH Lobo my adorable nephew it's seems you been a naughty puppy making your mommy worried sick for you.

A few more shots came out as his shield and sword were shot off him and off the arena. As the shots keep coming it makes Jaune dodge and unintentionally showing dance moves just not trying to get hit. Another laugh is heard as the sound of heels come from the other side of the arena as a very tall woman with black hair comes out

Jaune: Damnit Aunt Cereza I thought I told you I'm not a do--(was interrupted as another shot hits near his feet making him trip)

"Ah, ah, ah~!" The unknown woman warned with a wag of her finger at the huntsman in training. "Pups should know better than to bark at their betters~."

Jaune Arc grumbled under his breath. "More like a bi-" A gunshot echoed as a bullet landed between his legs, dangerously close to his groin.

"Better." She adjusted her glasses. "Your aunt decides to visit you on her day off, and this is how you treat her?"

"Day off?" Jaune got to his feet and furrowed his brow. "I didn't even know you had a job. What is it?"

"I'm a witch~."

Jaune blinked at this information. "But witches aren't real." He glanced over to Professor Glynda Goodwitch, who had remained silent as she watched the family reunion. "Uh, are they?"

"Why are you looking at me, Mr. Arc?" With a gulp, he looked back to his aunt. Professor Goodwitch would remember this.

"Witches are very real, Lobo," she sauntered past him, "and I'm here because I wanted to see if you're ready to perform."

"Perform what?"

"Perform for your auntie, of course." She smirked, looking over her shoulder. "I want you to show me how much you've grown." She pointed a finger at his opponent, Cardin Winchester, a young man twice Jaune's size. "You have been practicing, haven't you?"

"I've, uh, been training." Jaune replied, unsure what practicing she was referring to. He reached for Crocea Mors, only of them to be sent spiraling out of the arena by gunshot. He yelped.

"Now, now," Jaune turned to find his Aunt Cereza gone, then turned again to find her standing off to the side, posted right in front of his weapons, "you'll get your chew toys back when you do your tricks."

He looked again to Professor Goodwitch. She adjusted her glasses and sighed. "You may begin when both members are ready. Are you ready, Mr. Winchester?"

"Ready." He said, not without his signature sadist smirk. Or, well, signature in Jaune's eyes.

"Mr. Arc, are you-"

"He is, Glinny." Professor Goodwitch flared her nostrils. A couple students giggled behind her, which were silenced as she glared at them.

"Both combatants are ready." Jaune raised a finger. "Begin!"

Cardin charged forward like an Ursa. With a leap, he raised his weapon, the aptly named Executioner, high into the air, then tugged forward to slam it down onto Jaune's head. Jaune stood there, eyes wide with fear. A thunderous crash echoed throughout the entire auditorium, a common event in the Arc/Winchester bouts.

Uncommon, however, was Jaune standing behind Cardin, completely unharmed.

"Huh?" Jaune looked around his body. Off to the side, Bayonetta smiled. "What just happened?"

"You got lucky!" Carding roared as he swung wildly behind him. Jaune bent backwards, landing on his hands, then springboarded further in retreat, creating a huge gap between the combatants. "What the hell?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Jaune agreed. After slapping his face a couple times, Cardin barreled forward once more. Jaune bent, swayed, and jumped out of harm's way with acrobatic ease.

Slowly, memories flashed in his mind. Cereza taking him to dance lessons, showing him the different motions. When some thugs attempted to mug them, she quickly dispatched them while showing off her dance moves. Jaune thought he dreamed that night, as she disappeared the next morning.

"Enough!" Professor Goodwitch called. "The match is over!"

Cardin wanted to argue, but he was too exhausted to even lift a finger. Looking to the board, Jaune saw Cardin's aura had dipped into the red. His, however, hadn't even reach yellow yet. He blinked a couple times, trying to be sure this wasn't a dream.

"What... just happened?"

Off to the side, Bayonetta continued to smile. He was ready.

#rwby #bayonetta #jaune arc #cardin winchester #glynda goodwitch #rwby au #cereza

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rickysdalgi · 7 months

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zerobaseone as love tropes ⋆˚🐾˖° part 1

(LOL IM BACK) zb1 masterlist

-fluff-

jiwoong as professor + college student

- you met him on your first day of college

- “why he kinda..” you whispered to your friend

- after the first few weeks, jiwoong tells you to meet him after class in his office

- “so y/n, i noticed you have been staring at me alot during lectures.. tell me, do you like me?” he asked, leaning forward, trapping you in between him and his desk

more under cut!

zhang hao as boy next door

- his family moved next door a few weeks ago but you have never met them in person yet

- “y/n! the zhangs, our new neighbours, will be coming over for dinner! i heard their son is attractive” your mother chimed

- after the dinner, you and hao have been hanging out almost everyday, you two almost kissed during a neighbourhood picnic

- at his familys house party he pulls you to a corner, “ y/n i dont know how to say this but..i like you, alot.. will you be my lover?”

hanbin as dance partner

- as you two are the most popular in your dance crew, yall have been put together for duets many times

- in the practice room, you slipped while rehearsing, before you hit the ground, hanbin wrapped his arm around your waist, his face only centimetres away from yours

- “a-are you okay y/n?!” he stammered while helping you up

- after that incident, you felt butterflies everytime your bodies made contact

matthew as brothers best friend

- “is matthew coming over??” you jump in excitement, “yea he is, get lost idiot.” your older brother snapped

- one day, you heard your bedroom door creak open, “oh matthew! b/n is not here right now?” you said. “im not here for him, im here for you.” he grinned

- you both confess to each other, you are still in shock from the sudden visit from matthew. he leans in “can i do this?” he whispers, you nod in assurance. you guys started making out passionately (no funny business tho😜)

- you were in the moment until the door opened, “WHAT THE FCK.” your brother belted as he was greeted with his best friend kissing his sister. its gonna be hard to explain this.., you think

taerae as high school lover

- you first noticed him when he was singing for the schools talent show 2 years ago, he wore a bright, neon red hoodie with two toned sweatpants

- your friends were laughing at his style until you stated, “i dont know, hes kinda cute!” your eyes and ears admiring his dimples and his velvety voice

- after he got off stage, you went up to him and asked for his number and after that day, you got closer and hung out everyday

- a year ago you guys became an official couple, students started calling you guys the “power couple”

#xoxohyuck #zerobaseone #zb1 jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #matthew seok #kim taerae #zb1 smut #zb1 fluff #jebewon #back to zerobase

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Your character designs are always so dang cool!!! Are the captain positions on other ships in the holy fleet challenged for like the position of GHB in a duel to the death, or are they appointed? (Some combination thereof?) The Orisoner looks so friendly, but I bet he’s brained somebody with that whimsical staff! I love that in the group shot Kurloz’s frame is almost a 2x scaled up version of Sister Waspclaw - his Gigantic Lankiness is just so fun. (Also LMAO at Kurloz being too prudish to claim his right to show tits! Honestly any time he mentions modesty standards being different a couple centuries ago it cracks me right up 😂)

Aw, thank you! :D Waspclaw is real small for a highblood, especially a relatively old and powerful one--smaller than pretty much all her pupated students, and a few of the pre-pupation ones! So next to Kurloz "Big Motherfucker" Makara, she's absolutely tiny. But does still manage to have more boobs than he does. Tragic.

RE: succession, it varies! It's pretty much always going to include some amount of combat--some of the variety where the loser is allowed to slink away and lick their wounds, and some where they definitely don't. Let's see. On a scale from most to least "Challenge To The Death"...

Definitely the Behemoth. It follows the same rules as the Grand Highblood challenge--if two trolls who want to be in charge walk into what passes for a captain's court on the Freakshow, only one is going to come out. Yozuna's not fast, and most trolls who ARE fast aren't nearly strong enough to make a dent in it even if they hit it--but the fact that Kurloz is big enough to really hit it hard and also came up specializing in speed and evasion is probably a real big part of the reason it hasn't made any attempt to challenge him for the throne, honestly.

Waspclaw. She's very lax with gutsy newbies getting fresh with each other and their superiors, thus the Joker's reputation for letting people get away with stuff, but stepping to her directly is SUPER dangerous. Make your gamble if you know you can get away with it!! But always know you aren't going to get away with it with her. :o) Plus, much like the Uderaks and Untoxxic, she works in poisons and venoms, and also she's heavily min-maxed into speed, so by the time you realize your challenge fight has officially been accepted, she's gone "well, they made their choice!" and you've been stung with something fatal.

The Abattoir. He isn't fucking around, although she also strikes me as very businesslike about it, and not inclined to be vindictive about the act of the challenge itself. I think the format is a little less "immediate fight to the death" and a little more "courtly duel" in keeping with both of his knightly sort of vibes. The exception being if you manage to draw blood on either of him, in which case shit flips very much into death-match mode. Also like. Hard-mode. You do have to challenge for both ships at once, and you will be fighting both of her. So like, considering authority over Elixir and Stardust features a lot of interfacing with the nonbelievers and doing Finance and shit, not a lot of people are jumping at THAT daunting prospect lol.

The Judgment. She wants to hear your argument for why the fuck you think you have what it takes to perform the physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually-taxing work of disciplining the wayward sinner-criminals of the church, and she's not getting any younger, here! If she feels like she's won her argument and the battle and you're inclined to back down in shame, she's not going to continue to press the point, but she will definitely openly think less of you for making a stupid and badly thought out attempt on her authority. She's as close as the church fleet gets to having a legislacerator taskforce, and she's just as stern and hard-assed as the Cruelest Bar, but also a large part of the Penitent's function is for flagellation and rehabilitation (???) of potentially-redeemable highbloods who've fucked up in ways that the church considers forgivable enough to give them a shot. She's down to clown (fatal) but also she's not an executioner necessarily.

Brother Libation. I drew inspiration from Il Dottore from the commedia del'arte, Bacchus, and the whole concept of drunken fist characters as an archetype, so if he's challenged he's got like... a 33% chance of just offering some kind of whimsical puzzle challenge that nobody ever manages to solve to his satisfaction, a 33% chance of just verbally convincing them to chill the fuck out by being a Cool Hang, and a 33% chance of bonking them heartily to the brink of death with his big spiky gourd.

The Orisoner wins for least deathmatchy. You can try to challenge, but you'll just get invited to come chill and vibe and just like. Really get into why you think your leadership will be hilarious and honoring to the messiahs, and what you think about art, and why you feel like you need captaincy to make the changes you want to see in the church and empire. If anybody attempts to escalate to violence, they'll mostly be met with a vaguely disappointed, surprisingly benevolent no-weapon-open-palms kind of rebuff, and if things continue to get more aggressive from there, the big spiky walloping staff will come out and be employed with startling effectiveness and skill lmao. But! If there were ever going to be highbloods inclined to take debate of best leadership policy over violence, it's the ones who decide they want to be theologians professionally. (Debate of best religious interpretation is a whole other ballgame, and gets aggressive here more than any other ship on the fleet lol). Orisoner in general though, would be one of the safer trolls you could be around as like, a human or a lowblood, if you had to pick a ship.

#ask time!#Gianna Yozuna #Vespul Astopa #The Orisoner #The Abattoir #Zhadie Deijou #Bachio Dotore #Yozuna is where it is because it just plain likes to fight. It likes to win and be on top and be challenged and fuck people up. So like.#do not recommend. as a troll to challenge lmao.#It's probably the only one who like. If you issued a serious challenge even if it just stood up and its killing intent convinced you-#-to back down and apologize. that bell is rung and you ARE now dead. Most of the others would be willing to let a challenger go #just demanding varying types and degrees of penance/grovelling/leaving and never coming back to their various ships #meanwhile Orisoner will kick somebody's ass up and down the deck with deadly intent if pushed and then be like #''anyway i hope this was like totally enlightening motherfucker. :o) Come on up for the service of laughter tonight! :o)''#or like. ''aw man bummer :o('' if they died

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Your Eyeballnesses

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1072

The Observants have been more annoying than usual, resulting in the most DRAMATIC throwdown @princessfanonanona

idk if this is dramatic but its funny

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Danny stared at where the observants had appeared in the middle of his school’s gym. The other students were staring at them, mouths opened wide. Danny couldn’t blame them. Their giant eyeballs were freaky.

“Why are you here?” Danny crossed his arms as he looked at them. They have had terrible timing all week. Why did they insist on always showing up when he was busy?

“You have important royal duties to attend to today, Phantom.” Called the Observant standing in the center of their group. “It is vital you come with us.”

“Reschedule it then!” Danny shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’m in school right now! That’s important too! Stop planning things when I’m supposed to be in class!”

“We think that the duties of our ghost king are a bit more important than some measly high school classes.”

“You say that but Phil had to get me out of being the ghost zone’s marriage counselor.”

“Phantom-”

“And if it’s anything like, banning ghost cannabis or real world items I don’t want to hear about it. That stuff isn’t even bad.”

One of the observants standing in the group pulled out a list from his cloak and crossed a couple things off of it.

Danny sighed. “Can you guys just leave? You’re interrupting my education here.”

“Sir-”

“Hello, your eyeballnesses.”

The observants jumped back, startled. Standing behind them was Phil.

“Phil!” The observant exclaimed. “Please stop startling us like that. And don’t call us that.”

“I’m sorry, but you were the ones who initially asked me to keep Phantom’s living and ghost lives separate in that coronation note I ended up losing.”

The observant scoffed. “You ruined that already. We simply need his assistance with important matters in the ghost zone.”

“As his royal advisor you are to come to me so I can let Phantom know ahead of time when and where his duties are needed.”

“You lose all of our notes anyways!” The observant’s cloak billowed around him angrily. “We came to retrieve him ourselves this time.”

He strode over to where Danny was standing. Grabbing onto his arm, the observant started dragging Danny to where the rest of his group was standing.

“Hey!” Danny shouted. “Get off me!”

Suddenly Phil was teleporting. He appeared right next to Danny. He grabbed onto his arm and teleported him across the gym. Danny sank to the ground and tried to fight back the wave of nausea.

“Thanks.” Danny croaked out. “But also not.”

“I’m sorry, your majesty. The observants often undermine your abilities and your work ethic. It seems they have no problem crossing boundaries and nearing treason when their king is a half human boy.”

“I’m not surprised these guys are racist. When have they committed treason though? They’re just trying to get me to go to a meeting.”

“As well as infinite pockets, I have ears everywhere, your majesty. Some are literal, others are as you would say ‘little birdies’ that tell me what I need to know to serve my king.”

Phil stood up and turned to face the observant that had grabbed Danny.

“You are to leave this school and never set foot here again.”

The observant rolled his one eye. “What power do you have to prevent me from coming here again?”

Danny watched as the other observant’s eyes widened and they backed away. Clearly they knew something that this other guy didn’t. How could anyone be afraid of Phil?

Phil teleported close behind the observant and spoke lowly into what must’ve been his ear.

“You must have forgotten how long I’ve been dead for. How long I’ve crafted my many skills and powers. It is unwise to underestimate me.”

Then Phil was grabbing onto the observant and throwing him across the gym. He nearly flew into the basketball hoop and landed in a heap on the floor. Danny whooped, cheering for Phil.

“Yeah! Get his ass!”

Phil flew towards the observant. It was the fastest Danny thought he’d ever seen Phil move. He sent an ectoblast flying at him as he was trying to stand up and it sent him hurtling across the floor again.

The observant finally stood back up but before he could get a shot back in at Phil, he was being thrown into the air. Phil let him fall back down to hit the ground hard.

The observant groaned and pulled himself up to his knees. He glared at Phil.

“You have no right to-”

Phil ignored the observant and picked him up roughly. Danny’s eyes widened as he watched Phil stuff the ghost into his pocket until he disappeared completely. If Phil was always losing notes that he forgot about, he didn’t wanna know how long it would take him to get the observant out.

“Sorry for that display, your majesty.” Phil said, resuming his usual proper posture. “The observants often forget who is the one with the real absolute authority, especially after so long without an active king. I hope that this will remind them that it is truly you who rules the infinite realms, no matter how hard they try to pull the strings.”

“No, that was awesome!” Danny said, smiling. “I’ve never seen you beat anyone up before! But yeah, thanks. They’ve been annoying all week.”

“You’re welcome, your majesty.” Phil turned back to the rest of the observants who were cowering in a cluster on the far side of the gym. “Come on, gentlemen. Let us have our preliminary meeting so I can inform Phantom about the coming discussions we will be having about the infinite realms.”

Phil walked up to them and grabbed onto the closest one, teleporting them away. Danny turned to grab the basketball he had dropped on the ground when the observants showed up. When he stood back up he saw Tetslaff gaping at him.

“Ah, yeah. I guess you haven’t seen any of the ghost king stuff yet.” Danny chuckled. “That’s my guy, Phil. He was our chaperone for the field trip to the ghost zone.”

“That’s the guy?” She asked.

“Yep. I didn’t know he could be threatening though. I just thought he was some stuffy advisor guy.”

Tetslaff just stared at him. She started to walk away. “Free time for the rest of class. I need to go think about some things for the next hour.”

“Have fun!” Danny called.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #danny fenton #the observants #fanfiction #phil

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Preppy girl [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 6k

A/N: Eddie didn't fail the year here, so he and the reader are the same. It's also full of female stereotypes and stuff, in case you don't feel comfortable with that!

I also have in mind to write something with vampire Eddie, if you are interested you can tell me

"There's a girl sitting at our table," Eddie complained, as his food was being served in the cafeteria. He could see the back of the woman, who was wearing a pale pink sweater and her hair pulled back in a ponytail, with a bow of the same color.

"She's probably new and that's why she sat there," Dustin exclaimed, as he shrugged.

"Yeah, probably," Eddie snorted. He had been more irritated than usual ever since the day before when you hadn't answered his call. It was a tradition you had kept for years that he would call you on Sunday to talk to you for hours about how your week had been. You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember and when you told him after high school you were moving in with your mom it almost broke his heart.

That was why the matter of you rejecting the call had him so upset. His favorite part of his week was hearing your voice and he hoped he could do it before he started his senior year of high school. He wanted you to wish him luck and tell him everything would be fine.

Still with a scowl on his face, he started to walk towards the table, determined to tell whoever was there that he had to get out of there or that if she wanted to stay, she had to do it in a corner where he wouldn't bother. He wasn't rude to girls, but he wasn't in the mood to put up with one of those ladies right now.

When he dropped his tray against the table the girl jumped and Eddie turned to face her, but that was when he felt his breath catch in his chest.

The children watched as Eddie turned pale and his jaw nearly dropped, while the strange girl smiled gently at him.

"Aren't you going to say hello to me, Munson?" you asked, mockingly, as you tangled a strand of hair around your finger.

The boys almost screamed at how quickly Eddie lunged at you, carelessly grabbing you around the waist to yank you off the chair and into a hug as he spun around a couple of times like this. They could hear the stranger laugh out loud, at the same time that you held onto Eddie's neck to keep from falling.

“You're here,” he said once as he let your feet touch the ground, while he held her face by his cheeks almost devotedly.

"Surprise!" you sang, looking at the boy with a smile that covered your entire face. And he was not far behind, you could swear he wanted to cry with joy.

You had earned a lot of prying eyes, as most of the students were surprised to see that a girl like you was talking to Eddie Munson. And not only were you talking to him, but you were with your hands on his waist at a fairly close distance.

Eddie seemed to remember the two guys sitting at the table, tight-lipped for an explanation, so he took your hand and stepped in front of them.

“Dustin, Mike, this is Y/N. My best friend” he introduced you. You waved your hand and showed them a sweet smile, receiving the same from them.

“I can't believe it” you suddenly heard. It was Jeff, who was accompanied by your two missing friends “Y/N Y/L/N?”

"The original and unique," you said amused, as you walked towards them to greet them. Eddie followed you and dropped into the chair (the one at the head, as always) and carefully watched the reactions of his friends to your appearance, who kept hugging you and holding your hand.

“Fine, fine, that's enough,” he murmured, pushing Gareth away with one hand and the other grasping your waist to pull you closer. It was the first time he had seen you in years and he wasn't about to share you for long, but everyone at the table laughed at the boy's sudden jealousy.

"You look so different," Jeff complimented you, looking at you with an impressed expression.

“Yes, now you look like a woman” now Gareth mocked, while you looked at him offended and took an almond from Eddie's tray to throw it directly at his face.

"You didn't expect me to be another dude forever, did you?" you laughed. Eddie took a moment to really look at you; from top to bottom, white tennis shoes, a short skirt of the same color, a pink sweater with a v-neckline and underneath it a blouse that seemed to be light yellow. Eddie never in his life believed that he would see you with something like that, because you used to wear metal band shirts two sizes too big, ripped pants, and military boots. You wore short hair that was always messy, very different from the straight hair you wore now. As much as he wanted to do it, he couldn't help but notice details like the fact that your boobs had grown and that your thighs under your skirt looked smooth and soft. Of course, you left before puberty could do the job so seeing you that way was… very new to him.

“They're right, you look...” he began to say, while he looked up to see you. At least one thing that hadn't changed was the killer eyes you could give him.

"How do I look?" you said defensively, leaning against him a bit to get a better look. Eddie was silent for a second and narrowed his eyes, thinking of an answer.

“Like a spoiled girl” he exclaimed, with that mischievous smile he had. You looked at him even more offended than the first time.

"How about you, shaggy?" you said, taking a piece of his hair with your fingers "Last time I saw you, you were..."

“Shh, shh, shh…” he exclaimed, jumping up and covering your mouth with one hand before you continued. “We don't talk about that,” he warned you, looking at you sweetly. You knew how much it annoyed him to be reminded that he had been buzzed at some point in his life, so you just laughed under his grip.

When he sat back down, he took the place next to Dustin (which left the head of the table free) and you took a seat a second after him.

"When you came?" asked the only one of your friends who still hadn't said anything.

"Yesterday"

“That's why you didn't answer my call on Sunday” Eddie demanded. Mike and Dustin were amazed at the drastic change in their leader's behavior in your presence.

"But you have me here on a Monday" you answered amused, while you reached out your hand to place it on Eddie's. Anyone passing by would think that ‘The Freak’ Munson had gotten a girlfriend and to everyone's surprise a very pretty one.

You continued talking to your friends (and from time to time including the younger ones in the conversation) while Eddie was silent, limiting himself only to seeing you with the goofiest smile in the world. His hand had taken yours on the table and from time to time he traced careless figures on the back of it with his thumb. He noticed that you had stopped biting your nails and now had a nice manicure.

"So you only went back to Hawkins for senior year?" Dustin asked, a little incredulous that you would have left the dream life you had in the big apple to return to a little town like that.

“It's a deal I had with my mother. I grew up here and I don't want to graduate anywhere else but here. Here are all my friends" you exclaimed and unconsciously looked at the boy with long hair, who smiled kindly at you "I also miss my dad"

"I still talk to him, sometimes I visit him at his house," Eddie told you, making you laugh. Your father had always adored the boy for some reason, just as Wayne Munson did with you. Perhaps it was because half the day was spent at one or the other's house.

Painfully the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunchtime, and you had to get up from your seat.

“On my schedule says I have algebra”

"Once again fate wants us together, babe" laughed Eddie, while he extended his arm so you could take it and hung your backpack on his shoulder.

“See you later guys. Nice to meet you, Dustin and Mike”

"Goodbye" answered a couple of them, waving their hands to say goodbye. They all watched you and Eddie leave, and on the way he leaned in to whisper something in your ear that made you laugh out loud.

"Eddie is madly in love with that girl, isn't he?"

“So it seems,” Gareth said to the curly-haired boy, who had an amused smile. Dustin was very intelligent, but even the most idiot in the school could realize what that brightness that Eddie had had when he looked at you meant "And I think I am a little too"

“Good luck, man,” Jeff taunted, patting his friend's shoulder, “Eddie has had a crush on her since she looked like a boy and now that she's gotten this pretty, he'll just let you have her on his dead body and even then I'm sure that I would come back just to torment you” he continued and they all laughed.

“5 bucks that it will take them a month to make out in the corridors”

“10 it will only be two weeks”

"There are 15 so they will do it in one"

Only time would tell which of them was going to win the bet.

The days had already passed and in a very short time, you were popular with the students. It was a little bit because you were new to the school, but the main reason was that most of the time you were with Eddie, who was a person who had his own fame in the school. So it was logical, you drew attention to being with someone who attracted attention.

In the early days you had time to talk about literally everything you hadn't talked about during those years. Your mother had married a very rich man after divorcing your father and therefore you had lived in all kinds of luxuries in that period of time. That included the entire wardrobe you had brought to your father's house, lots of albums from your favorite bands, makeup, and shoes galore.

Eddie felt a little taken aback by this person you had become. You had always rejected anything that made you look feminine and you went out of your way to be rough and crude. You spat everywhere, you belched and for every two words, you said something rude.

Maybe that's why he considered you his best friend, because he could be himself without fear of being judged. You were just like him and he liked that.

But now you were the complete opposite of him. Feminine, educated, pop lover, quite a rich New York lady.

But the funniest thing was that he still felt the same as when you had left. He was comfortable with you and happy too, but it was obvious that his demeanor was changing. He took a shower every day before school, washed his clothes more often than before, started wearing a cologne he had forgotten in a drawer, and had also deep cleaned his room since the day you told him you were coming to visit him.

He still didn't understand why he was trying so hard to make a good impression on you or to look presentable to you, but he was happy to see you lying on a nicely made bed or when you buried your head on his chest and told him he smelled delicious.

Nothing had changed in the way you treated him or he treated you, but you two had definitely grown and that was what made the contact feel different.

Before sleeping in the same bed was the most natural thing in the world and now, he felt completely nervous when you did. Or when you were young and he took you by the hand to cross the street under the excuse that you were very stupid and you could be run over, a habit that had remained between you but now made his cheeks blush as much as possible.

Eddie never noticed how pretty you were, maybe because those things didn't interest him in middle school, but now that he realized that it was something he couldn't get out of his mind.

Sometimes he imagined he would feel like putting his ringed hand on your bare thigh or laying his head on your chest to sleep.

He felt terrible the night he woke up sweating from an inappropriate dream involving you.

And from then on, he knew that he was lost.

Every time he saw you, he tried to keep his mind from wandering to the wrong places or his eyes from going to the wrong places. Sometimes he caught himself looking at your carefully painted gloss lips and had to shake his head to come back to reality and pay attention to the story you were telling him.

Little by little he was losing self-control and he was afraid he would end up going crazy for you.

Maybe he always had been, he just hadn't realized it.

"The shining?" Eddie asked, studying the package of the movie you had brought home. "Did you know it's completely different from the book? It's good, but it's like a shitty adaptation."

"Did you read the book?" you said in disbelief.

"I told you about him for a whole hour, do you pay attention to me like that?" he yelled, feeling suddenly offended as he pouted. "Maybe deep down you remember it and that's why you chose it."

"You're going to hate me for this, but actually a very nice guy helped me to choose her" you exclaimed, with an apologetic smile "His pin said Steve, maybe you know him"

"Ugh, Harrington," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He didn't hate Steve, but he didn't like hearing Dustin talk about him all the time either. "Yeah, he's friends with Dustin."

"He is a handsome boy," you said with a shrug, with a small smile. It wasn't a lie, but a part of you had only said it to annoy Eddie.

"Mhm, there are better ones" he hummed, not looking very convinced. Steve did seem handsome to him (very, in fact) but what he didn't want was for him to seem handsome to you. Suddenly there was silence between you and you continued preparing things to be able to sit on the couch, although he was not very calm about the subject "Did you have a boyfriend in New York?" he asked. It was a question he had wanted to ask you for a long time, but he hadn't found the right time.

"I went out with a couple of guys, but nothing serious," you told him. You were going to leave out the detail that most of them had dumped you after you refused to go out with them on Sundays because you had to get an important call "Did you date any girls at the time I left?"

"The only women who talk to me are the ones who buy me drugs and you" he snorted, making you laugh "I don't get bitches at all"

"I can understand why" you scoffed, as you plopped down next to him with a bowl full of popcorn in hand. The movie started on the old TV and you leaned against Eddie's chest while he put his arm on the back of the couch to make you more comfortable.

The movie wasn't that graphic, but you could presume that you jumped a couple of times next to the boy, who laughed every time you did. He wouldn't tell you, but the movie also scared the shit out of him the first time he saw it. From time to time, you would make a comment regarding the tape or he would explain something to you that he said in the book but that they didn’t include. During the course of the film, you vaguely remembered the afternoons you came to watch cartoons (a taste that was initially guilty) and eat sweets with him, in what seemed like another life right now.

"Do you remember that time we got into a fist fight?" you asked amused when the movie was already over and he had invited you to his room to make you more comfortable. Even Eddie felt more comfortable now that you'd given him some room freshener that you'd bought at a grocery store just because you thought he'd like the smell.

"Of course, how could I forget?"

“It was so easy to beat you”

"You didn't beat me," he said almost immediately, as he sat up to look at you. Your legs hung off the edge of the mattress and the skirt you were wearing was above your knees “I beat you”

“You were the weakest kid in town, Munson. It's obvious that I beat you” you said confidently while raising both eyebrows “And he would do it again”

"Huh yeah?" he asked, completely offended. For a second, he forgot that you looked like a beautiful doll now and he lunged at you to prove otherwise, but you wasted no time stopping him with your hands.

Obviously not punches, but just your hands interlocking with his as you tried to push him out of your way and laughter from both of you in the process. He was strong now, but after struggling for a while you caught him off guard and managed to throw him back a bit. Clearly that wasn't enough, because he didn't take long to rearrange himself on top of you to imprison your legs between his and place a hand on each side of your face.

"What were you saying?" he asked defiantly. It wasn't until then that he realized the position you were in: your chest pressed against his, your legs slightly bent in the space between his, and your faces just inches from each other. He could see your lashes fluttering over your eyes, your lips parted, and your cheeks colored a pretty pink. Your breath tickled him, and he realized that just leaning in just a little bit was enough to close the space between you. Eddie licked his lips unconsciously and your eyes went there before you could help it, causing him to let out a nervous sigh.

"Eddi— Oh my God" you heard from the door as you parted like a pair of springs. It was Wayne Munson, who looked at you from the door frame "I'll go, you guys... go about your business"

"No, uncle! We were just, huh… playing” Eddie justified himself, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear and fleeing from his uncle's gaze, his face redder than a tomato. You had sat on the mattress and smoothed your skirt, also trying to see anywhere but the eyes of the adult in front of you "Did you need something?"

"No, no. I just came to let you know that I'm home" murmured his uncle, just as uncomfortable as you two "I'll be in my room"

“Cool,” Eddie muttered, still not looking at him, and after that the man slammed the door shut and headed down the hall.

"That was so awkward," you exhaled nervously, hearing Eddie chuckle softly as he flopped back onto the mattress.

"Great, now Wayne is going to give me The Talk," he scoffed, deepening his voice as he waved his hands in the air.

“Until now you need it?” you joked, while he hit you without much force in the arm. You had to admit that you still had a little knot in your stomach from the way you had been with him and you were sure that the thought of what would have happened if his uncle didn't show up would haunt you all night. You guys were quiet for a moment and you wondered if Eddie was thinking the same thing you were when he was staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Do you want me to take you home? I love having you here, but it's night and I don't want your father to get mad."

"Yeah, it's fine" you replied quickly, as you gathered your things in the tote bag you had brought. He was getting cold so Eddie fitted you with one of his hoodies just in case. It had written W.A.S.P. in front, one of the groups that he liked to listen to.

"Wayne, I'm going to take Y/N home, I'll be right back”

“Be careful and don't be late" he answered, emphasizing this last part. It was obvious what he was trying to say don't do "Nice to see you Y/N"

When you got out of the trailer, Eddie opened the van door for you and you climbed in, while the music blared from the speakers and he drove silently down the road.

You and Eddie didn't talk about what happened, not even to joke around. You pretended that nothing had happened and continued to act as usual. But the problem is that something had happened and you could not continue acting as usual.

Every day the need to be close to him, to hug him, or simply to listen to his voice became more. You blushed every time he called you pet names or played with your hand at lunch, and this whole cocktail of feelings made you wonder what Eddie really meant to you.

He was your best friend; he had been for all these years even if you couldn't physically see him. He was the one who made your week better with a single call, who knew all your secrets, all your fears and dreams. But what was it that you felt for him? It was love, no doubt, but what kind of love?

"Did you bring pretzels?" Eddie asked, sticking his nose into the tote bag you brought food in while you laughed and pushed it away.

“Here,” you said rolling your eyes, as you handed him a package marked with his name. The boy practically jumped for joy and opened the bag to start eating, but not before giving you a resounding kiss on the cheek. You, of course, blushed.

He had insisted that he wanted to spend some time with you in the woods near where he lived, on one of those abandoned picnic tables, and you couldn't say no. After all, it was boring to be at home because your father worked all day and luckily you had finished all your homework.

“Well, there is a game to play. Truth or dare, what do you say?

“At first, we're just two people, Eddie. And second, that's the most childish shit there is."

"Let's go! It will be fun. Or is the pretty girl afraid? he asked raising both eyebrows, knowing that you were almost as competitive as him. You were wearing one of those skirts again that was starting to drive him crazy and a lilac-colored sweater that looked pretty warm. Eddie was dressed in faded black pants and an old red shirt, along with his trademark leather jacket.

“Okay, so you start: truth or dare?”

"Dare" he exclaimed, with a smile. You honestly didn't expect him to answer that, so you blanked out for a second.

"Huh…" you stammered, thinking of some activity he could do in the middle of nowhere. "I don't know, do a cartwheel," you exclaimed, shrugging.

“Cartwheel?” he asked, wrinkling his nose like he always did.

“That's the best thing I can think of! I told you this was childish” you squealed in amusement. Still he didn't flinch and after about five tries, three falls, and lots of laughs, he made it.

You continued to play for a long time, Eddie lying on the table eating everything you had brought and you sitting next to him laughing at every silly thing that came to his mind.

"Okay, so it's my turn: truth or dare, Y/N?" he asked watching you from where he was. You had had a cruiser and he had had a beer, which had no effect on you but at least quenched your thirst.

"True"

"Do you like someone right now?" he asked. The question had occurred to him over the course of the game, but now that he had said it, he realized how much he wanted to know. You didn't have a boyfriend, but that didn't guarantee that you weren't interested in someone. And bad luck for Eddie, you could get literally any guy you wanted.

"Mhm, I think so," you answered vaguely. You weren't sure how you felt about him, but you weren't going to deny that your first thought upon seeing the guy was about how hot he suddenly looked.

"Who?" he asked, sitting up quickly so he could watch you. Maybe he had looked more desperate than he intended and that's why you laughed.

"Truth or Dare?"

"What?"

“You already asked your question: truth or dare?”

"Come on, Y/N!" he complained, throwing a little tantrum “At least tell me if I know him, is he handsome? Like Tom Cruise or less?

"I like Michael J. Fox better," you answered, completely avoiding the question and looking at him with a playful smile. "Truth or dare, Eddie?" you insisted. You saw him throw his head back in frustration and let out a growl.

"Dare," he muttered, sure you couldn't pull a dirty trick on him like that.

“I dare you to tell me the name of the person you like”

Eddie was silent, looking at you as if you had just plunged a sword into his chest. Maybe he underestimated you and yes you could make him suffer in any way. And the worst part was that now he had to answer honestly if he wanted honesty from you. You had him cornered.

“You are cruel, you know that?”

“Come on, what's wrong? Maybe I can even help you conquer her” you laughed, although you did know that you could die of jealousy the day he asked you for advice on how to approach a person.

Eddie didn't say anything for almost a minute, just held a strand of her long hair over his fingers and close to his lips. If you didn't know him, you would never imagine that he could see you with that shy look.

"Do you promise not to tease?"

“When have I done it?” you asked sincerely, earning you a dirty look "I mean, I always do, but not for important things" you exclaimed amused, as you moved a little closer and gently hit him with your shoulder "Come on, tell me"

“Well, to begin with, the situation is a bit complicated. I don't know if I like her like really like her, do you understand me? But she's a very… well, I don't know if she likes me because she's like unattainable and so pretty and so smart and I think that's why I like her. I've known her for a long time but only now do I realize things and I think it's not like realizing it, you know? But like just thinking about her in a way that I… ugh, I don't know” he rambled, moving his hands back and forth as he spoke.

"That's a fucking long name, Eddie," you said, trying not to laugh just because you promised him. You heard him let out a nervous sigh and he then covered his face with one hand, leaving enough space between his fingers to see you through them.

“Are you really going to do this to me?”

"Do what to you?"

"Are you going to force me to say it out loud?" he exclaimed, obviously nervous. You knew it was you from the first moment, he himself had told you the other time that he didn't talk to girls except for you. You felt how he looked at you and you also felt how his eyes poured love every time he saw you. But for a moment you thought it was just your brain convincing you that he liked you that way.

Your hand went up to hers to move it away from his face, looking at him with a gentle gesture and a small smile.

"It's just a name, Ed"

“It's not just a name and you know it,” he murmured. He looked scared for some reason. He probably didn't want to be rejected or something, because in his own words this girl was 'unattainable'.

"Okay, so if you don't want to say it, that's fine," you exclaimed, with the most neutral tone of voice you managed to coax out of yourself. You walked away from him and without wasting time you also got down from the table where you were sitting, starting to pick up the garbage that was lying around "But we should go, it's late"

“Y/N…”

"What?" you asked, more annoyed than you meant to sound, as you glared at him. You didn’t understand why he had irritated you so much that he didn’t want to tell you something that you already knew, or rather that you almost knew. That was the frustrating thing, that you weren't sure that he really liked you.

"That's your answer. You wanted the name, right?” he murmured, with the same defensive tone as you. It took you a moment to understand what he was saying, but when you did you opened your mouth slightly and exhaled a soft 'oh'.

You were on the other side of the table and he needed to turn around a bit to look at you, while he bit his lip just like he always did when he was feeling anxious. It was an advantage of having known him for so long, that you could read his feelings easily. The downside was that he could do the same to you.

The cold air of the forest walked through your legs and you thought that this could be the reason for the chills you were having. To that and also to the look he was giving you, looking for the slightest sign of approval at what he had just said. He just wanted something so he could take a step without fear of falling.

"It's a nice name" you finished saying, giving him that mischievous smile that he adored "And I don't think she's as unattainable as you think, you know?" you muttered lightly while shrugging your shoulders. Eddie turned completely on the table, he went to you with the same momentum that he had acted when he saw you the first day of school and he took you by the hips to trap your lips between his.

As much as you tried to take things easy, you couldn't. A second after he had kissed you your hands were already grabbing his shirt cuffs to prevent him from going anywhere and the distance between your bodies became zero.

You never knew how badly you needed to kiss Eddie Munson until that moment.

He deftly guided you until your back was to the picnic table and once your butt hit the board, he gently picked you up a bit and deposited you on the table. His hand moved down your bare leg to where your skirt ended and you gasped on his lips, which seemed to bring him back to reality.

"Oh, I... I'm sorry," he exclaimed, a nervous wreck, as he tried to make a poor attempt to breathe normally. You giggled and relaxed your hands too, carefully smoothing his shirt.

"You don't waste time, huh?" you teased, leaving one of your hands on his chest to caress it with light movements of your thumb.

"I've only seen you in those miniskirts since you got here from New York, you can't blame me" he murmured, agitated, but also with an embarrassed smile.

"If I'm honest, a little bit of why I came back was to see you"

"See me?"

"I wanted to see my little friend again with whom I used to go out to get wet in the rain and look for toads" you exclaimed, hearing him laugh "And when I got here, I found a tall, strong, handsome metalhead boy who had hearts in his eyes every time he saw me. And you don't know how fucking scared I felt”

“Oh, tell me. When we were kids, I barely even noticed you were the opposite sex and now you're here all preppy and charming, smiling at me that way you do and holding my hand down the halls” he groaned and you laughed gently “Everything in it what my brain could focus on was what it would feel like to kiss you”

"Have you fantasized about me, Eddie?" you exclaimed raising both eyebrows in amusement, but also an obvious blush.

“Ask yourself that question, honey,” he breathed out softly. The way that 'honey' had sounded coming from his lips made you want to squeeze your legs together, but you had forgotten that you had another set of legs that prevented you from doing so “So… you like me?"

"I'm still deciding," you expressed with a smile.

"Well, decide soon, because I wish I could change your official title from my best friend to my girlfriend," he confessed, long before his brain could think that it was a bad idea. But fuck it all, you had known each other for so many years that this was the only logical step that Eddie could see for you.

Still with a smile you pulled him by the neck and joined your lips again with a kiss, just as or more passionate than the previous one. Only this time his hands were respectfully kept at the confines of your waist, exerting just a little pressure on your sweater.

"Do you really think you have a chance, Munson?" you exclaimed, making him panic for a second “Just like that? Without a date? Without making an effort to conquer me through the corridors? Without flowers and chocolates?

"Before you weren't so demanding" he snorted "You used to say that the only requirement to be your boyfriend was to be a pretty boy"

"Yeah, but now it's not enough," you laughed, taking a curly strand of his hair from him and playing with it.

"Then I'll have to try a little harder"

“Just a little bit. You are fucking cute and that gets you a lot of points” you joked, while your hand went up to his cheek to give him a sweet caress.

“Will you go out with me even if everyone thinks I make satanic sacrifices?”

“That only makes things better. The pretty girl with the crazy one, can you imagine how many athletes and conservative parents we are going to give them a brain hemorrhage?” you said excitedly, while he let out a laugh.

Even now you were still the Y/N you always were. His Y/N.

“I'm so glad you're here again. You are still the best thing I have in life” he confessed.

And you, just to keep from crying, pulled him back to you and allowed yourself to lose yourself in his precious caresses.

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3. Sheldon’s Football

Part 4

Texas Romance

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The football team hadn't been winning for a long time and now Sheldon was helping with the playbook at least that's what I've heard Mr. Cooper and Georgie call it. I'm wearing his backup Jersey again with blue jeans and white tennis shoes. My hair is in a braid going down my back. Missy, me and her mom all stand together and watch the game. Sheldon is at home with his memaw because he doesn't like outside or sports. At first we weren't winning and I ran down the bleachers to lean on the fence watching Mr. Cooper who looked at his backup playbook pages with Sheldon's notes.

He stepped up to me showing me the book asking for my opinion - which is a big deal to me. "You thinkin' we should do this, y/n?"

I looked over to our team and saw Georgie and the other getting upset about not winning. Turning my gaze back to his dad who gives me sympathetic eyes I took a breath. "Sheldon's a genius Mr. Cooper. I want a win the same as everyone here...go for it."

He takes off his ball cap putting it on my head smiling. "Alright. Oh and a - y/n." He looked to me over his shoulder while his assistant coach looked over the playbook. I tilted his coach's hat up so I could fully see him. "I like you. You're a good influence on Georgie" I blushed a bit being surprised that he's actually okay with us dating.

I kept leaning on the fence as the boys went for Sheldon's play which most people shouted that this shouldn't be happening but it's a crazy miracle that we actually got a touchdown. The team jumped around in victory and Georgie threw the winning ball on the turf taking his helmet off as all the students ran on the field cheering. Missy bolts down the bleachers near me, tugging my arm to drag us over to Georgie. Georgie saw us running and he smirked proudly seeing me wearing his dad's hat and his Jersey number.

Once I got to him I jumped in his arms and he caught me as I cried out in victory. "We won. We actually won!" He sets me down on my feet, tipping the hat on my head up as he leaned down to kiss me deeply. I gasped surprised at first before kissing him back.

My hands wrapped around his neck for a few minutes before Missy tackled us to the turf. "This is awesome. Y/n since you're dating him does that mean you'll be over like all the time?" Georgie lightly pushes her off us, helping me to my feet.

I wrapped an arm around him picking up the winner's ball when Mr. Cooper came over to us, grinning like I've never seen before. "Y/n keep that hat l. It suits you. Georgie you want the ball?" Georgie grinned about to take it from me but I hold it away from him. He pouts. "Y/n!''

I point my index finger at him. "Georgie come on. This ball should go to the person who earned the win. Sheldon'' I tossed it back to Mr. Cooper who caught it easily and is stunned at my throw. "Nice throw." He walked over to Missy and Mary leaving me and Georgie alone.

He turned in my arm complaining. "You know he's not gonna take it, right" I playfully rolled my eyes at him, taking his helmet from his freehand to start walking off the field with him. Sheldon became popular and he hated it a lot. But I didn't mind because I was allowed to wear the coaches - I mean Mr. Cooper's hat. He has a backup and said he got it okayed for me to wear it around the school. Georgie minds all the attention from Sheldon's stats. I've been trying to convince him it's a good thing but he doesn't really believe me.

We're leaning against his locker and I twirl around his dad's hat in my freehand as he runs his fingers through my hair. He sighed heavily to which I imitated his accent getting him to smile. "Perk up boy. Winnin' football games are a good thing. Plus ya got me." He kisses my forehead chuckling softly.

A couple days later it was Friday and some high schools were throwing a party, Georgie got grounded again because he got in a fight with a teammate who called him the 'dumb' brother. I was sitting on the couch watching the tv before he came out of his room looking at his dad in his chair watching football with a bear in hand. Georgie takes my hand pulling me to his room to see he's got the pillows set up to look like we are laying in his bed asleep. I tug at my white shirt with a camo jacket pulled over, torn blue jeans and white tennis shoes. "Georgie, you're grounded, remember. I'll get in trouble with my parents-"

He sighs sitting on the bed. "Y/n, come on. It's just for an hour and then we'll be back before they know." Running a hand over my face I started climbing out the window and he followed.

The party was crazy with loud music and people dancing with alcohol. Georgie and I danced spinning the other in and out, and I giggled when he started smirking at me to kiss my lips deeply. I kissed him back before I heard Missy's voice calling through the crowd. I broke the kiss and grabbed his hand and he snarled annoyed. "What are you doin' here!" Missy keeps dancing and I can't help but want to join her but I can't because of the people we're around. "Depends, what are you and y/n doin here?"

She asked when some kids stopped crowd surfing Sheldon. I quizzed a little frustrated about us really getting caught now. "Sheldon - not you too!" He shouted over the noise.

"Hello Georgie, y/n!" Georgie runs a frustrated hand through his hair glancing at me. "You're not supposed to be here" Sheldon fights with. "Neither are you because you're grounded. Y/n you'll get grounded too by your parents!"

I growled bawling my fists at my side, stomping out of the room. Georgie growled following me while dragging them with him. "Thanks a lot Sheldon. Both of you are going home now!"

Sheldon got a B+ on his math test and decided he was done helping the team. Now Georgie and I sit in front of his parents and mine. Sheldon couldn't keep a freaking secret. My mom takes my hand looking at Georgie. ''Did you look out for her at this party?"

He slowly nods his head when my dad takes the floor. "Y/n I'm not happy you snuck out but you brought the Cooper twins home with him. So you're not grounded but no tv for a week." I mumbled an okay.

Georgie took a sigh of relief as I grabbed his hand but his mom flipped out. "Georgie Cooper. What is wrong with you. You snuck out when you're grounded!" His dad glanced at me as I gave him sympathetic eyes.

He sighs resting a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Mary let's just not let him drive your mom's car or my truck for 2 weeks. Is that fair?"

She sighed nodding yes and I fell back on the couch with a sigh of relief with Georgie nodded ok slowly before laying back to run a hand through my hair as we needed sleep from staying up late last night. Sheldon can get on people's nerves sometimes. But he means well...I keep trying to tell myself.

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callmemana · 11 months

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All Grown Up:

Summary: The Kazansky and Kerner’s watch their daughters graduate from High School.

🚨warnings🚨: fluff, soft Slider and Iceman moments.

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In honor of our baby Mousey graduating HS in a few weeks!

It was a hot afternoon in May on the Miramar base that the Kazansky family were currently stationed at.

Ice and Dragon couldn’t be more proud of their daughters as the couple and the Kerner’s sat by one another to watch this big moment in their children’s lives.

The tight friendship between their parents had been carried on to the Kazansky sisters and the Kerner girl.

When both women were told that they had a low chance to have a baby, it pained them to know that they wouldn’t be able to experience the same things as other couples on the base.

But by what seems like a wish upon a shooting star, within a month of each other, Rachael and Jade found out that they were pregnant.

Tom and Ron were very helpful during the pregnancies and tried to be there for every appointment and when the men couldn’t, the women would be each others support systems.

They were all thankful for this day, the girls because they could finally follow in their parents footsteps and join the Navy and the couples because it showed that their babies were growing up.

The girls were all dressed in their official Navy Officer uniforms, hair slicked back in the mandatory bun, and the Navy chords laying on the back of their necks.

Nerves shot up their backs as they waited in the line before walking out to the football stadium that held the awaiting parents.

Baylie Kazansky, the eldest, started the hand holding train with the two other girls behind her. As the leader, she made sure to care for the younger two.

Raven was in the middle and the youngest of the group, the older girls protected her at all cost and wouldn’t let anyone hurt their Mousey.

Last but not least, was Amanda Kerner. The only child of Slider and Whiskey, but saw the Kazansky’s as her second family.

All the girls had ‘graduated’ in the second semester of the school year and gone to bootcamp between then and now.

Today made it official and would get their diplomas that they worked so hard for during the four years of high school they finished.

The music started and the line moved to the door, one by one all the students came outside and sat in order, just like they practiced earlier in the day.

A speech was made by the Salutatorian before the Principal and the Vice Principal made their own.

A moment of silence was announced for the Military members present and who had passed then the Valedictorian made his speech.

More time passed before the Principal started to call the names of students.

As the last of the surnames that started with J’s were called up to the stage, Baylie buzzed with excitement and squeezed Raven’s hand, who in which returned it and did the same to Amanda.

“Baylie Ann Kazansky,” Mr. Simpson called and with one last squeeze, Bay started her walk to the stairs that attached to the stage.

Thinking quickly she jumped in the air on the last step and did a little heel click, a smile on her face after she stuck the landing.

She heard the shouts of her family as she shook her Principal and the Vice Principal’s hand as she held the diploma and the photographer took the picture.

At the end of the stairs stood a junior who handed her a red carnation with a silver ribbon tied in a bow around the stem.

She was just barely to her seat before her sister was called. “Raven Alice Kazansky-Fischer.” Mouse, as her nickname suggests, shyly took the stage and did the same as the many students before her.

Seeing her older sister cause chaos, just like her mother and aunt would’ve done, decided to also do something.

So, with a half-assed plan created, she slid down the bannister and almost fell on her face.

Amanda Kerner was known for being clumsy, often falling over her own feet, so why would today be any different.

“Amanda Louise Kerner.” She stood up and started to make her way to the stage, glancing up into the bleachers to find her family. Once she did, she gave a small smile and held her head up high.

When she was on the last step she missed and almost fell flat on her face, but at the last second saved herself.

Amanda started to laugh and her face heated up a little embarrassed about the whole thing as she walked up to the Principal and copy the hundreds before her.

After she had her carnation in hand, made her way back to her seat as the next student was announced.

The three girls scooted the chairs closer and held hands again, this time their achievements in the other as they all waited for the rest of the students to be called.

Ron and Jade both could see her body move with giggles and her face flushed a light pink as their daughter took the diploma.

Tom lightly smacked Ron’s shoulder as he laughed at his niece.

The Kerner parents have no idea where their daughter’s clumsiness comes from, both steady on land and in air, but they always had a good laugh about it.

Often making jokes and sharing the moments with Tom and Rachael.

Both couples did this with their children and the hilarious memories that would forever be remembered.

It only took seconds before the laughter turned into tears as they cheered or whistled for their children.

Proud was not the word that could describe this experience, because they all felt like that wasn’t the right one to use.

Both couples felt more than proud for their children, but didn’t know if there was a word to explain how much.

After the last student was called, another speech was made and then the Principal said the sentence that the girls and the couples were waiting for, “Please give a round of applause for the graduating class of 2017! You may move the tassel from the right to the left!”

One by one starting from the closest to the stage, all the lines of students started to exit and were free to find their families.

Ron, being the tall giraffe man that he is, spotted the girls first and guided the others to the recent graduates.

He didn’t wait for his daughter to see him, immediately pulling her into a bear hug and squeezing tighter when he feels her jump, a chuckle vibrates through his chest.

He knows that she realizes who it is after the chuckle, and turns around in his arms to hug him back.

Jade joins not too long afterwards, wanting the father and daughter to have a moment just for them.

Soon Ron lets go for the same reason as his wife, a special moment shared between a mother and a daughter.

More tears are shed as the embrace continues before Jade eventually brakes it, too choked up for words.

Ron stands in front of his little baby, tears gathering at his eyes as he looks at her in the Navy Dress Blues and sees a younger version of her mother.

He lightly punches her chin and whispers, “Here’s looking at you kid.” Amanda sniffles, tears threatening to fall again as she softly punches his chest, “Here’s looking at you dad.”

Ron pulls her into another hug, wanting this moment to freeze in time.

The Kazansky’s are too lost in their own little world to pay attention to the Kerner’s.

Baylie, the daddy’s girl she is, runs to Tom first. His callsign might be ‘Iceman’ but right now, his ice cold persona is gone for his beautiful daughters.

He pulls away slightly and kisses her forehead, “Come home to me, Bay.”

Baylie reaches up to her father’s forehead barely in her tippy-toes, gives him a soft head-butt and whispers back, “Always.”

He doesn’t stop the tears, nor would he want to. Both crying freely as they hug each other tight.

“You’re tarnishing the Iceman name, you know.” She chuckles.

“Right now Bay, I could care less about that, not while I have you in my arms.”

A short amount of time passes before Raven is in his arms.

“Keep me in your heart,” Tom murmurs into her hair.

“Keep me in your mind,” Raven replied into his chest as she squeezed him impossibly tight, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He doesn’t want to ever let go, so blessed to have a moment like this to share and remember as the years go by.

He never thought he’d get to experience his children’s birth, so he was beyond happy to see them graduate.

Rachael lays her cheek against Raven’s head as the two hug, tears falling from her eyes to the young woman’s hair.

Raven was in no better shape than her mother, tears running down her face as they hugged.

After a couple of minutes went by, seeing that Bay and Tom were finishing their little father-daughter moment, she reluctantly let go. “I’m beyond proud of you my little Mouse.” “I’m proud to be your daughter, biological or not.”

Rachael couldn’t hold the gates and started to cry again, but soon was hugged by her eldest. “You know that we’ll always be your little girls right?”

Rachael petted Bay’s hair, followed by a kiss, “I know, I know. It’s just hard to believe that our babies are so grown up.”

Bay didn’t respond, just squeezed her tighter. All the words needed exchanged between them through the embrace.

The memory etched into her minds eye forever.

Individual family moments over, the two families came together and celebrated the girls’ graduation with hugs and ‘I’m so proud of you’s.’

They all took turns taking pictures of each families before asking someone passing by to take a group.

With that done, they all hopped into their cars and headed over to Top Gun where their Aunts and Uncles were gathered and ready to see the Graduates.

When they arrived they were all bombarded with open arms, food and drinks, and ‘congratulations!’

The girls could tell by the warmth and smiles that these strong and brave men and women they’ve known their whole lives were just as proud as their parents.

The girls knew that their support system was always going to be there for every accomplishment they go through and couldn’t be more happy by that fact.

And as the years go by, more and more memories were created and photographed so they could all look back and relive the moments and the feelings they all shared.

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