#I made these ages ago but I eh I think they look alright

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

the mother of the kids you babysit is sinfully hot, and she happens to be going through a messy divorce, so, of course, you're gonna do what you can to help out.

🌸 pairing: milf!pregnant!wanda x top!babysitter!gn!reader

🌸 cont: almost smut (18+), major age gap, teasing, flirting, what kind of oneshot would this be if i didn't add love to the lust, pregnancy kink kinda, or just a thing for hot moms in general

🌸 word count: 1.9k

🌸 note: i know i'm supposed to be on break... scold me after

To say you had an unhealthy obsession with the mother of the kids you babysat would be an understatement.

Understated by such a far amount that it dug beyond the trenches of the center of the universe.

Because you were utterly, filthily, encompassingly, sinfully, and completely enthralled by the mere thought of Wanda Maximoff.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter, low-cut shirt emboldening the tantalising cleavage she had, speaking to her kids in that sexy motherly tone that drove you wild.

“Mommy’s gonna be cheering you boys on for your football game tomorrow, alright?”

Wanda was every one of your wet dreams embodied as a breathtaking woman, so utterly gorgeous beyond dictionaried words that you nearly fell to your knees in the presence of her beauty the first time you saw her. 

Especially now, that she was pregnant with her third child.

It took every cell of your willpower to not start drooling when you laid your eyes on her these days: with her glowing features that had aged like fine wine, or her rounded and full breasts, so tight against the seams of her shirt, or her big belly you just longed to caress. 

Sometimes you’d think Wanda felt the same for you.

All the times she would ‘accidentally’ brush her ass against your crotch area when squeezing through a narrow gap, pressing into you for a moment too long to be considered accidental. 

Or the times she would complain to you about her messy divorce with Vision, lamenting about her lawyers and social workers and saying that you were the only one that could calm her down. 

But the two of you were worlds apart, because she paid you to be the babysitter for her kids. That was what was holding you back, from bending her over the kitchen counter every time she brushed passed you with that ass.

“Y/N?” 

Wanda’s sweet voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look up guiltily at having been caught staring. When you come to your senses, you’ve realized that the boys have already left for school that day. 

The mother tilts her head to the side with a little grin, and your heart does a flip. “What’re you thinking about that’s got you so distracted, hm?” she asks, propping her head up with a hand while resting her elbow on the counter. 

You clear your throat awkwardly, pushing in some chairs to busy your hands. “Uni stuff,” you reply, the lie slipping through your lips surprisingly easily. “It’s quite stressful, with exam season ‘round the corner.” 

It wasn’t a secret that you were nearly twenty years younger than Wanda, but it made your little forbidden crush all the more thrilling. The way you would take time out of your weekends to spend time with Wanda and the kids, disregarding party invites and forgoing study time. It was probably not a good move, but your horniness seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Mhm, uni was a lifetime ago for me,” Wanda reminisces, lifting her arms up to stretch. Your eyes are shamefully glued to the curve of her belly as her shirt rides up. “You’re so mature for your age, though, Y/N. Wish you were around during my time.” 

“What?” you nearly choke on your words, unsure if you had interpreted her correctly. It was too good to be true – Wanda had never been this forward.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t sell yourself short,” the mother says easily, smiling brightly as if she wasn’t the cause of your burning arousal. “Captain of the football team, eh? You can also cook, clean, fix cars, do gardening, and fix sinks. And you’re good with kids! I bet you have all the girls in uni chasing after you.”

Wanda’s surge of compliments does wonders for your ego, but the only thing you genuinely care about was your availability for her. You’ve had girls in your level lust after you, sure, but Wanda was a secret solace that was different from them all.

“Maybe,” you say cryptically, failing to hide a smirk at the look that washes over Wanda’s face. 

“Do you? Someone from school?” Wanda asks, the teasing lilt in her voice dissipating almost immediately, instead being replaced with something akin to jealousy.

Fuck, you wanted her so bad.

“Hmm, sure,” you tease, liking this cat-and-mouse game you were playing. “She looks a bit like you.”

Wanda can’t seem to keep the annoyance off her face, and it’s adorably funny. And kind of hot, too. “That’s nice. Are you dating her?” 

You laugh, walking up to Wanda to help her with the dishes she was currently unpacking from the dryer. “Nah. Sometimes I think she wants me, but I also think she’s way outta my league.”

‘Way outta my league’ my ass, more like ‘way outta my appropriate age group.’

As Wanda watches you pick up a glass bowl, she feels a surge of emotion well up from inside that causes her to tear up.

Of course, she would never have you, it was just silly to want her babysitter. You had so many younger, fitter, eligible partners, all waiting to have you. Young pretty girls who had problems with the colour of their lipstick, not problems with pregnancy and divorce lawyers and shitty husbands.

When you look back to see Wanda’s state of tears, worry taints your features instantaneously. “My emotions are all over the place because of the pregnancy,” Wanda says between shaky breaths. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

In wordless acknowledgement, you put down the dishes and sweep Wanda off her feet. You lift her from under her back and thighs, firm hands steadying her as you walk up the stairs. Wanda looks up at you, feeling so utterly vulnerable all of a sudden, but you send her a warm smile that simultaneously calms her down and awakes butterflies in her stomach.

She takes the time to brush her hands over your arms, then your neck. You were so strong, so calming, everything she had ever needed. Now, the feeling of your hands so close to where she’d imagined you so many times was a good distraction.

When you reach the bedroom, you move the pillows and set her down gently, all with her arms wrapped around your neck. With a striking realisation, Wanda knows that she’s never felt this safe with anyone ever, so warm and so inviting, and she never wanted to let you go.

You leave for a while to get some things, and reappear in Wanda’s bedroom with a glass of warm water and some painkillers. There are chocolates in the mix, the peanut butter kind that soothes Wanda down immensely.

“You’re too good for me,” Wanda says breathily, the sheen of sweat that had covered her forehead now being tenderly wiped away by you. You shrug plainly. You just wanted to provide for her, take care of her and her kids and all her sexual needs. treat Wanda like the queen she was, nothing at all like the bags of garbage that was her husband.

Before you know it, you lean down to press a kiss against Wanda’s warm forehead in an act of affection. The moment is sweet, and soft, so much like what you’d imagined.

Wanda freezes up for a moment, and you do the same. “Sorry,” you choke out, moving back quickly, but the older woman was quick to grip your forearm and prevent you from escaping.

“Stay.”

Your breath stills in your throat, eyes wide. You’re hovering over Wanda from the side of the bed, while the woman lays down just inches away from you. Her hair is splayed across the pillows, her pupils are blown, and her lips are so close to yours. So, so close.

Time slows down as you tilt your head to meet her lips, chasing that forbidden little paradise you’d been seeking for months. You instinctively place a hand on the swell of her belly, and Wanda shudders at your touch.

She places a hand on the side of your face, fingers skating over your cheekbones, and the electricity that runs through your blood makes you feel more alive than you’d ever been. 

You can feel her warm breath on your lips, tantalising.

You can see her closed eyelids, anticipating.

You can taste that forbidden paradise, addicting.

But the moment is broken like shattered glass when the sound of the doorbell resounds around the house.

“Fuck,” Wanda whispers, jumping into action, scrambling to pull herself together. “It’s my husband. He was gonna come today to collect his shit.” You back away from her, face burning in embarrassment at how excited and desperate you’d been.

“Sorry,” you say awkwardly, watching her check her reflection in the bedroom mirror. “I’ll go now. I won’t bother you anymore.” The sound of keys unlocking the door has you resigning to your fate.

Wanda whips her head around in record time. Only then does she notice your downcast gaze. “Baby,” she croons, coming up to you to cradle your face in her hands. “You know it’s not like that.”

You let out an incoherent grumble, but Wanda cuts you off by pressing her lips against yours in a quick fashion, far too quick for your liking. Nonetheless, you’re left reeling and heart pounding, staring at the older woman wide-eyed.

“I’m divorcing him,” Wanda continues, briskly walking towards the door like she hadn’t just turned your life upside down. “After that, you can have me all to yourself–”

Before Wanda knows what hit her, she’s being pushed against the wall with your lips on hers. You’re quick, and rough, like you’d die without the taste of her tongue. You slide a knee between her big thighs, relentless and stealing her every breath. Wanda moans against you, hands helplessly pinned against the door, her heart beating all too quick.

“Wanda? You there?” A not-so-distant voice calls, then footsteps are heard trudging up the stairs. Spurred on by the movement, you possessively slip a hand up Wanda’s shirt, sliding over her pregnant belly and then to her big breasts, squeezing it in your palm.

“F-fuck,” the mom whimpers, dizzied with your undying fervour. She can feel the wetness in her panties pool, hormones dancing all over the place, her brain screaming at her to let her fuck you right up against the wall and make her cum in front of her husband.

“Tomorrow,” Wanda whispers, as the footsteps edge closer and closer. You pull away, just like that, your hands smoothing over her shirt and resting unnecessarily long on her hardened buds.

Wanda almost laughs in disbelief at your incredible boldness, but after a few seconds the door clicks open and she freezes. 

“What’re you doing?” Vision asks suspiciously, emerging from behind the doorway like a figment of her worst dreams.

Wanda turns her head to look at you, for you’d been standing right there just a moment ago. Now, all that’s left is an empty room, a window wide open, and the howling wind.

“Nothing much,” Wanda replies, turning to Vision with a cryptic smile. “Other than moving on from you, obviously.”

Just two floors down, you’re getting onto your skateboard and whizzing away from the house with your legs shaking in adrenaline. Your blood is pumping and your hands are numb, but this little fantasy of yours leaves your heart soaring higher than it ever had before.

i was too lazy to add the taglist, sorry yall. anyways come and yell at me in my asks rn

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[barcaatthemoon]

can't get you out of my head || leah williamson x reader ||

leah has a crush on you, the new signing for arsenal.

leah felt like she was losing her mind. every single time that she turned around, you were there. at work, that wasn't much of a surprise. leah knew your work ethic, and that you'd spend extra time in the training facility after everyone else had left. what had come as a surprise, however, was the fact you had gotten an apartment in her building complex.

that wasn't your fault, leah had overheard you talking to kim about the apartment they set you up in. you had been married when talks of moving to arsenal started, so they got you a bigger place. by the time that the contracts were signed and finished, you had begun your divorce proceedings. you had been absolutely devastated that your wife didn't want to come with you to england, but you didn't let it stop you.

unfortunately for leah, once she had heard about your split, her brain decided it could go all in with her crush on you. she had known you for years, the two of you having played in the same age groups for england since both of your first call ups. she could still remember the way she had felt almost heartbroken whenever you announced your engagement to one of the french players you had met during your first season at lyon with lucy.

"morning skip," you greeted leah in the elevator. your apartment was a floor or two above hers, so you were always one of the first people leah saw in the mornings. she didn't mind that, although she would have preferred it if you were waking up in her bed.

"morning (y/n)," leah mumbled, not completely awake yet. the two of you had been called in for a media video, some game that they wanted the two of you specifically to play. you understood why, both of your careers had similar trajectories, just in different countries. you were an english player, but you had become a staple of french club football before you made the jump back to your home country.

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, which leah was grateful for. she wasn't sure whether or not she could keep her thoughts in order around you this early. it wasn't fair how put together you seemed at all times. leah felt like she was struggling to look and act like a person, and here you were, doing it all so effortlessly.

there were a few more players there for the video, which would showcase the various ways you did a few different drills and training games. you and leah were immediately put on a team together. on the pitch, leah was able to think a bit clearer, and the two of you flew through your games. a few of them were close, but you still managed to keep the lead.

"alright, a few words with our winners," katie said, absolutely loving her role as host. "couldn't have come back a few years ago with those skills, eh?"

"hey, i came when my country called," you joked. "everything happens in its own time."

"it's too early for wisdom. is she always like this leah?" katie asked. leah nodded, a small smile on her face.

"oh yeah, sometimes i think she and bronzey used to just speak to hear themselves," leah teased. you pushed her a bit, but was there to catch her when she nearly just toppled over. katie asked a few more questions, and leah found herself rambling a little whenever she got to talk about you.

"careful, you keep talking about me like that and i might just fall for you," you joked. leah, however, didn't take it as such. she just sort of stopped walking, and it wasn't until you turned around that leah started moving again. "you okay?"

"yeah, i'm fine," leah said clearly. her next words were mumbled barely above a whisper, but you caught them anyways, "fuck, i am so attracted to you right now."

…

leah had to get away from you. you were driving her absolutely up the wall. it wasn't like you were even doing any of it on purpose, and the worst part was that leah knew that. she knew that it was all in her head. leah was just down bad for you with no signs of getting over it.

you had made a few changes to your look since arriving and getting comfortable at arsenal. the training program had added a few pounds of muscle to your physique, and leah would have been a liar if she didn't wonder sometimes how it would have felt to be tossed around by you. on top of that, you had gone out with some of the girls for a holiday and come back with a couple of piercings. the icing on the cake however, was the tattoo.

leah had seen it purely on accident. she was making her way onto the dance floor to let you know some of them were heading home. your back was turned to her, but leah knew that it was sitll you. she couldn't tell you what the song playing was, but she'd never forget the bed of flowers that was so intricately drawn along the small of your back. there was something trailing up, but leah didn't have time to catch all of it before you turned around.

"hey, everything okay?" you asked as you stumbled off of the dance floor.

"y-yeah," leah stammered. it wasn't like her to do that, so you led her over towards a table to sit. "some of the girls are leaving, just wanted you to know so you didn't panic later. you can go back to dancing if you want, i'm good for another pitcher or two."

"like hell you are, not here. come on, we can keep drinking at my place. i want you somewhat sober for the stairs," you told her. leah thought it was funny how protective and stern you got with her. she'd do absolutely anything for you, even without that tone of voice. leah shook her head as her thoughts started to run rampant. it was always like that whenever she started thinking about you.

"alright then, off we go," leah said as she shot up from the chair. the bar wasn't too far from your apartment complex, but the walk still took it out of you. you had spent all night walking and dancing around in your heels, and all you wanted was to take them off. you thought you were being subtle with your grimaces, but when leah picked you up, you realized that you weren't.

"ah! what are you doing?" you couldn't help the undignified squeal that had left your lips. leah just laughed at it as she tried to reposition you in her arms.

"carrying you. i can set you down and you can ride on my back if you want. should have called a cab, didn't think about your shoes," leah mumbled. you let her set you down before hopping onto her back. it was nice to rest your head against leah's shoulder as she carried you the last two blocks back home. you had almost fallen asleep when leah dropped you in the elevator.

"aren't you gonna come up? i thought you were good for another couple pints," you teased. leah's finger hovered over her apartment floor before moving up to yours. you smiled as you leaned in and wrapped an arm around leah's shoulders. outside of the club, it was obvious that you were far more drunk than leah originally thought.

"i am, but no more for you missy. you're going straight to bed," leah told you. she was using her captain voice. normally, you would have reacted like you did in practice, but instead, leah could see the way it darkened your eyes a bit. she quickly tries to turn away, but your arm around her shoulders keeps her from getting too far.

you manage to get yourself dressed by yourself, and even bring leah out some comfortable clothes to wear as well. it feels like you're waiting forever to watch her walk out in a pair of your sweatpants and a tank top. all of it is a bit baggy on her, but the sight of her in your clothes makes your heart skip a beat.

"why are you looking at me like that?" leah asked as she leaned down in front of you. it's definitely the alcohol that pushes you to do it. you never would have just leaned up and kissed her otherwise, despite the fact that you had been thinking about it since you were at your first england camp with leah. "(y/n)…"

"is it someone else?" you asked, immediately feeling rejected. you want to crawl away and cry, but you know that it's nothing a few more shots won't fix.

"no, not at all. i want this too, i mean it's pathetic sometimes. i can't think straight around you. tonight isn't the right time, not when you're drunk. if you still want me in the morning, let me know. i'll be right here on your couch," leah promised. you smiled at the sweetness of her words. you made some room for her to sit with you, knowing that you wouldn't make it back to your bed. you wanted a good cuddle, and if leah was staying on your couch, you'd stay with her.

leah didn't move a muscle as you passed out barely ten minutes later. she finished her beer and pulled a blanket over the both of you. it wasn't comfortable by any means, but leah couldn't remember when she had slept so soundly before. a part of her was nervous about you waking up and kicking her out, but that was immediately quelled when you woke up with the sun that morning only to pull leah into your bedroom with you just so you could continue to hold her tight.

[bagdaddyb]

Hi!! Oh my gosh seeing you posting again was such a huge joy and surprise for me I’m so glad to read your new work!!!

I was wondering if you could write a wanda maximoff x fem!reader ABO fic where either Wanda or reader are new to the team with a whole bunch of pining where they eventually figure out that they are each others mate? You can make either Wanda or reader alpha/omega!

It’s super okay if you aren’t feeling this request, either way I’m so excited to read more of the amazing work you share with us!!!

Hiiiii! So I got super carried away with this and I originally intended for this to be mean emo Wanda but sweet soft Wanda took over, I hope you enjoy! 💗

Pairing: alphag!p Wanda x omega fem! spyReader

Warning: Sickeningly Sweet, 18+ MINOR DNI NSFW NSFW

AN: Wanda 🥰

You'd only been on the team for a year when the mess with Ultron happened. It all happened so fast, you could barely process everything happening around you before something new would arise. Sitting across from Natasha sipping coffee as you spied on the twin alphas you felt the most relaxed you had in weeks. Natasha kept glancing their way while your focus stayed on her, two people staring was more suspicious than one. You and the red head proved to be a good team over the past year. Two omega spies flying under everyones radar. The world still assumed the Black Widow a one woman show and no one would ever believe her to be an omega. The breeze felt nice on your back, bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear before looking down at your coffee.

"This has been a real shit show eh?"

Your voice held a familiar accent one you'd grown used to using under your many aliases. Natasha's eyes returned to you as she sipped her own drink.

"Not anymore than usual."

You hummed in response eyes wondering to the innocent civilians around you. Sipping your own cup you wonder if life would be better among them. Oblivious to the realities of the world to caught up in your own day to day menial task. The weight of this job seemed to weigh a bit heavier on your shoulders everyday, the question of wether the people you save amounts to the people you don't plaguing.

"S toboy vse v poryadke?" (Are you alright?)

The red head ask and you nod eyes returning to hers.

"Tired, it seems everytime we try to relax something detrimental in the world happens. I wonder what it would do without us."

A small chuckle escapes Natasha despite the truth in your words, her eyes shooting to the pair on her right once more. Though not a 'graduate' of the red room you hold your own tramatic story. Experimented on in the basement of Oscorp for years you'd been turned into a lab rat by the corpo bastards that owned the building. You'd escaped only three years ago, changed. Transformed into a human machiene, non-aging, ridiculously strong with a sirens song. You did the only thing you could and played the cards you were delt. Seducing mediocre alphas out of millions before any one even got a whiff of your existence but you could truly only thank Natasha for that. It wasn't until Natasha was taken down but the Black Widow kept striking that shield realized there was more than met the eye. It was Tony himself that went undercover to catch you and honestly had he not been an Avenger with intel he would of ended up caught himself. Another rich egotistical alpha who thought himself on top of the world. You didn't go down easy and spent a week in a cell before even uttering a word. In retrospect it all seems silly now you often think about how much time you wasted fighting the people who wanted nothing more than to help you. Eyes lifting to Natasha's face you can't help but feel greatful for the opportunity she's given you to help others like you.

"They're on the move."

You hum in acknowledgment before finishing off your drink mind finally wondering to the matter at hand. Your mission was recruitment nothing more. Ultron having been made unreasonably strong by the twins he somehow came to be in alliance with. You'd gained enough information merely listening in on their conversation, so you and Natasha retreated returning to the group in order to solidify your advances. Standing in time with Natasha you link your arm in hers smiling before chatting away about absolutely nothing in russian. Missing the way a certain alpha glanced your way when your scent drifted down wind. It only took twenty four hours for everything to go to shit almost a record breaker in your books. Ultron whineded up to be nothing after the male alpha was nere fatally injured the red headed woman taking care of him like clockwork. Luckily your team stood nearby able to quickly extract the alpha towards safety and medical attention. You worked efficiently getting him secured before moving to help the rest of your team fight off Ultron's bots and it isn't until the end when you stand with the support of Thor that you realize the red headed alpha had come with you. Returning to the compound there is tension on the quinjet. The group unsure what to do with the twin alphas who quite literally just tried to murder them and it causes you to roll your eyes.

"You could at least not talk about them as if they aren't right there."

You scold before moving towards the pair. The red head having been unmoving crouched over her unconscious brother.

"Privet." (Hello.)

You say making yourself known as you approach the alpha causing her to glance up at you.

"On dolzhen polnost'yu vyzdorovet'." (He should make a full recovery.)

You speak in a whisper trying to be soft.

"YA uveren, chto on ne khotel by, chtoby vy bespokoilis'." (I'm sure he wouldn't want you to worry.)

The woman merely returns her eyes to the unconscious man below her.

"Will you lock us up? Treat us once again like dogs?"

Your eyebrows raise and your posture straightens.

"No of course not, everyone deserves a second chance. You believed you were fighting for the right thing, there are many on this team who have been in a similar circumstance. Do not believe simply because we are labeled supergeroi that none of us have a dark past." (Superheroes)

With that you take your leave allowing the woman to be with her loved one. Upon returning to the compound you go into seclusion, you needed a break both mentally and physically. Just a few days where the world wasn't ending and it was entirely up to you to save it. Six days later you emerge slightly re-energized and fresh ready for the next catastrophe. The first place you visit is the gym already hearing Natasha's scolding on breaking your routine as you pass the common room you see the two twins on the couch alone. In this light you see them both clearly, while they hold the title twin they couldn't look more different. You study them both your eyes lingering on the red head. She was an attractive alpha, very attractive. You hear the tv playing but don't recognize the program they have on. Detouring into the room you catch their attention waving as you approach.

"Hello, I am rather embarrassed to say we never formally met. I am (Y/N) nice to meet you both."

You bow your head in greeting sending them a bright smile and both of them seem to freeze obviously caught off guard by your friendly approach. The male recovers first standing up before bowing his head back and sticking out his hand.

"Pietro, and that is my sestra Wanda."

You recognize his accent reaching to grip his hand in yours.

"A pleasure, I hope you two are adjusting well."

It isn't until then his sister jumps up a slight flush on her cheeks.

"It has been familiar, we are rather alienated but that is how it has always been."

You hum in response fighting back the disappointment in your expression.

"Don't fret, we are a group of antisocial extroverts forced to be in a group setting. Well expect for Tony but it just takes us all time to engage and meet new people, they will come around before long."

You finish with a smile.

"Have you two at least been taken care of? Food, water, lodging?"

They nod simultaneously and its enough for you.

"Good well I'm off to the gym, don't be strangers."

With that you leave not taking note of the full face flush on the woman's face.

"Kto-nibud' nashel svoyu sestru-omegu?" (Has someone found their omega sister?)

Pietro says in a teasing tone and Wanda punches him in the shoulder muttering at him to shut up. The moment you cross the threshold of the gym you flinch.

"Nu posmotrite, kto eto." (Well look who it is.)

"Can we skip past the part where you scold me so I can just apologize?"

You ask turning to meet Natasha's sharp gaze.

"Will your muscles magically regain their mass?"

"No."

You sigh accepting your defeat beginning to stretch as Natasha begins her speech on commitment. It is another four days before everyone finally comes around to the twins slotting them in as if theyed been there since the beginning just as they had you. Walking towards the gym you release a content sigh, a full ten days since the world seemed as though it'd collapse. What bliss. Quickly looking up your eyes fantically search for some wood unwilling to risk jinxing yourself.

"Dobroye utro." (Good morning.")

You hear from behind turning to be greeted by Wanda.

"Good morning indeed. Off for your morning cuppa are you?"

You ask and Wanda merely nods in response fighting back a yawn.

"Not a morning person?"

You ask with a smile walking beside Wanda.

"Not at all."

She says somewhat grumpily.

"Then what are you doing up at six a.m?"

You ask with a laugh and Wanda has to fight back a blush. She couldn't admit that she woke up at this time merely to see you every morning but what could she say.

"I like to cook but I'm not very good at it.... so I practice early before the others wake up."

The words spill out of her mouth quickly unable to think of anything better and you beam your white smile at her.

"Well how about tomorrow you sleep in till eight then I can help you learn, I am an amazing cook. I even know how to make some traditional dishes."

Wanda can't help the flush that comes to her face this time and it makes you feel a tingle inside.

"Okay."

The red head responds and you nod giving her arm a little reassuring squeeze as you come upon the kitchen.

"Good luck dorogoy." (Dear)

You say before continuing onto the gym and Wanda is sure her face matches her hair. Sure enough the next morning Wanda doesn't head towards the kitchen instead she spends the morning pacing her room anxiety ridden. You'd said for her to sleep in but how could she when you agreed to spend alone time with her. She couldn't tell Pietro and deal with his repeated teasing so she kept the information in slowly but surely having a meltdown. As she paced she played with her hair, bit her finger, twiddled her thumbs. God she couldn't do this. She'd literally been an experiment for Hydra and never felt this nervous in her life. The time passed quickly. To quickly. Right as she truly began to spiral there was a knock at her door, eyes shooting to the clock she realizes its already eight o'clock. Brushing off her clothes quickly before taking a few deep breaths and recuperating she opens her door. The moment her eyes land on you it all seems for naught, your hair is tied back. You wear tights and a tshirt covered by an apron. Your eyes spakle matched by your bright smile and Wanda feels herself melt a bit.

"I figured you'd meet me in the kukhnya." (Kitchen)

You say with a giggle and Wanda becomes a tomato realizing its not only eight but eight eleven.

"I'm sorry I slept in and lost all track of time."

You hum with a smile clearly not mad at all before turning to be on your way.

"All is fine I just didn't want to start without you."

Wanda follows behind you closing her door quickly. Her eyes wonder your body not being able to help staring at your ass.

"Ty slushayesh'?" (Are you listening?)

Wanda's eyes shoot up attention back on your voice.

"I asked what your favorite dish is."

"Oh um I love traditional pirozhki, my mother used to make them just slightly burnt at the edges. The taste reminds me of home."

You turn and smile softly her way.

"Perfect then that's what we will make, cooking can seem overwhelming but it isn't as scary as many think. I always recommend learning to cook for yourself first because it is much easier than cooking for others."

In the kitchen you gather the suppiles, you cooked often so the ingredients for this dish were easily found.

"I'll have you make the dough, it is all simply measurements so I'll do no more than verbal instructions."

You say as you prepare the area for Wanda.

"Here put this on, gotta protect your clothes and tie your hair back no one wants hair in their food."

Handing the apron to Wanda while standing by waiting. You bite your lip as you watch her. Running her fingers through silky red locks before pulling it up exposing her neck to you. She wore grey sweatpants and a baggy t. The sweatpants doing little to hide the member between her legs and you press your thighs together pleasurably. Wanda on the other hand was trying to think about how to see this lie through. She was an amazing cook, taking the responsibility of her brother from a young age. How was she going to play clueless. She should of at least said a dish she truly wasn't aware of how to make but when you asked her favortie food she couldn't help but answer honestly. You talked Wanda through the steps praising her for being a natural when the dough came out well. Leaving it to make the filling.

"What did your mom fill hers with? I do a simple meat and rice mixture since it goes along with my bulk."

Wanda nods along as she listens debating a moment before responding.

"Lets make them like yours, I've never had them any other way and I'd be eager to try."

You smile brightly at the alpha before nodding in response. Again you talk her through it always believing hands on with clear instruction was the best way to learn any skill. It gave the student mutiple ways to intake the information and made it harder to forget. Once the process is complete you help Wanda cut and stuff the dough, this part of the process being the longest and most tedious. You leave her to fry them as she likes since she'd mentioned her mom let them cook a bit longer and instead move to clean around her. Never a fan of a messy workspace. You hum as you clean, mindlessly really. It seems a tune that always floats around you. One Wanda is sure she's heard you hum before. By the time Wanda is done cooking you've cleaned the kitchen and are able to sit down and enjoy the meal with her. Of course the moment doesn't last and before either of you can even take a bite the smell of food draws in hungry Avengers.

"Mne vsegda nravitsya, kogda ty gotovish'." (I always love when you cook.)

Natasha says entering first, the smell of traditional food equivalent to a cat with its automatic feeder. Steve, Bruce, Tony, and Sam all slowly trickle in after stomachs growling audibly making you laugh.

"I suppose if I didn't cook every once in a while no one would eat around here hmmm?"

The group shares a laugh as they line up one by one to make plates.

"But in all honesty this meal is thanks to Wanda not me, I merely talked her through the steps."

Wanda can't hide the pink that dust her cheeks and all is going well until a certain twin walks in.

"Pirozhki! You always cook the best food sestra."

The blonde kisses his sisters head as he passes by and you can't help the eyebrow that raises in response.

"Always hmmm?"

You hum and Wanda is saved by the entrance of Thor who could of eaten the entire helping had he got here first.

"Mighty (Y/N) your meals are always most invigorating."

You smile at the God and try not laugh when you see his downcast face once he realizes he is the last one to show. Wiping your face after you finish you excuse yourself it was already nearing noon and you still hadn't even looked at the moutain of paperwork on your desk. Wanda watches you go. Over the next three weeks you and Wanda grow closer she begins training with you and Natasha in the mornings and you read with her sometimes in the afternoons, you don't question her about Pietro's comment after your cooking fiasco and Wanda never says anything about it because that woukd mean admitting to you that she was desperate to spend time with you.

"Soo?"

Natasha ask as the two of you jog around the gardens. It was early afternoon in fall, the cool winds combating your rising body heat making the jog enjoyable.

"Nothing."

"Yebat' will she ever make a move?" (Fuck)

You merely shrug.

"I don't know, I'll start showing signs of heat by the end of the week if that doesn't trigger her there's no hope."

Natasha laughs at that.

"Tak khochetsya al'fu, da?" (So eager for an alpha eh?)

"Not just any alpha, Wanda."

The week passes slowly and as the weekend gets closer your pheromones get stronger. The team knew your heat was approaching as they kept a calander for the Alphas so they could know when to distance, well everyone except Wanda apparently. Its Thursday night by the time she's had enough of your distance and decides to ask why you aren't at the table for dinner with the rest of the team.

"Where's (Y/N), I swear I haven't seen her all week."

Natasha sends a small smirk Wanda's way before Steve speaks up.

"Her heat is approaching so she is keeping extra distance for everyones saftey, she should come back around a week or so from today."

Pink hue coats Wanda's cheeks as the thought of you in heat takes over her mind and the pink only gets darker as her hard on begins to form in her pants. Her mind plummets into thoughts about your slick, and body. Thoughts about filling you with her seed and you being full with her pups causes her to be embarrassed by how hard she's become. If not for the table her bulge would be hard to miss. Wanda remains in a fog for the rest of dinner try as she might she couldn't get her mind off mating you and as everyone stands to part ways she remains seated making the excuse that she'd clean up the kitchen. Wanda strained painfully against her pants she could almost smell you now.

Rubbing your sides you walk towards the kitchen dinner should be over by now and you're starving. You need to get as many calories in as you can before you succumb to your heat tomorrow. The pain was slowly starting to set in and you'd be lying if you said you were looking foreward to the next seven days. You let out a groan as you turn the corner a sudden sharp pain stabbing your side. As you enter the threshold of the kitchen goosebumps rise on your skin the familiar smell of Wanda infultrating your nose before your eyes lock with the alphas. You're almost sure you see Wanda begin to tremble but you quickly begin to back away.

"I'm sorry I thought everyone would be gone by now."

You go to retreat from the kitchen and Wanda stands so quickly her chair falls behind her. In a second she's in your face grabbing you softly by the jaw making you look at her.

"Omega."

She whispers as she sniffs at you rubbing her nose against your cheek before falling to your scent gland.

"Mate."

She whispers again and you chirp. Your omega finally satisfied being acknowledged by your alpha. For a few minutes nothing happens, the two of you stand there relishing eachothers presence. You chirp at her as she lightly growls at you and you feel satisfied, whole even. Then you are painfully reminded of your situation causing you to sharply intake air and groan. Wanda growls louder at the noise of your distress and you whimper.

"It hurts."

Wanda's grip on your jaw becomes tighter, pushing you into the wall before pressing her own body against yours.

"Tell me where it hurts, I'll take care you shchenok." (Puppy)

You groan again, your heat suddenly over taking your senses as a result of having your mate so close. Your hands raise to grip Wanda's arms tightly, nails digging into her skin through the fabric of her shirt.

"Need you, please. Alpha. Mate."

Your words come out as little whimpers. Your panting, you don't know why but suddenly you can't get enough air for full breaths. So caught up in Wanda you don't even process you're about to be mated in the tower kitchen but honestly you don't care either. Wanda however does she feels territorial, primal even. She needs you to herself, needs privacy with you. She'd attack anyone who might see your bare body if she mated you here. Her room was on the other side of the compound, the alpha side far from the omegas and living area but your room was just down the hall. Wanda releases your jaw hands moving down your body till she reaches the back of your thigh. You bite your lip enjoying the electricity you felt from her touch. As she picks you up you wrap your legs around her torso tightly. Her hands against your thighs causing your sex to tingle. You wrap one hand around her neck before running the other through soft red hair. You return to chirping at her, the feeling of finding your mate an overwhelmingly happy one. You rub your cheek against hers softly and the alpha lightly growls in acknowledgment. You are consumed by Wanda's presence unable to focus on anything but her. When she lays you lightly on your bed you aren't even sure where you are, you just know you're there with her. Wanda bends over you, tucking her nose into your scent gland once more and growling loudly. She needs you, needs you marked, claimed. Needs everyone to know you belong to her.

"Mate."

The word is once again a whisper but you hear it all the same. The time to romantically strip you would have to be later gripping opposite sides of the loose shirt you wore the alpha literally tears the cloth off of you exposing your bra cladded torso to her. Your breathing speeds up the intimacy of the moment undeniable as you feel Wanda begin to run her lips down your body. It was like electric shock, the currents Wanda's touch sent through your body. She magiced your bra away completely exposing your upper half and growling as her soft lips wrapped around your nipple. You moan loudly in response, it felt good too good. You could get lost in this sensation alone.

"Mine."

Wanda growls against your skin before moving along to your other nipple. Your hands grip at Wanda through her clothes before you whimper.

"Need to feel you alpha."

Wanda growls in response, her eyes glowing red as she magics away her own clothing her skin now pressing against yours. She moves back up your body mouth hovering close before she lays claim to your own. The kiss is magical, the locking of your lips causing what you could only descibe as bliss throughout your whole body. You felt like you were glowing arms and legs wrapping around the alpha tightly you were sure this must be heaven. Wanda began to grind against you through the fabric of your pants, your underwear gliding against your excessive amount of slick. You blush, embarrassed by how wet you truly are from so little foreplay but the feeling doesnt last long when Wanda growls above you. Wanda pulls your pants off your waist guiding them down your thighs just enough to expose your slick and shudders when the smell of you tingles her nostrils. She's overcome with the need to knot you, breed you as she makes her mark on your neck. But she also feels the feral need to take you, to have your slick dripping down her chin as she causes you to come apart on her tongue. Starting with the latter she pulls your pants off quickly. Breaking away from your lips to slowly kiss down your body. You take a long gasp of air eyes dialating as you watch Wanda work her way down. Your hips begin to twitch unable to stay still at the excitement of what was about to come. Wanda's hands move to firmly grip your waist holding you in place as she kisses your stomach moving lower and lower your stomach muscles flex, a wave of arousal flowing through you. When she reaches her destination her hands move to your thighs lifting them up to hold you wide open for her. You're leaking, literally and Wanda can't wait to have a taste. She dives in slurping up the excess before moving to your center. Sucking on your clit then tongue fucking you like a woman starved. Your slick quenches a thirst Wanda didn't even know she had tongue lapping at your clit before quickly moving towards your hole eager to drink up the slick as a result. It doesn't take long and under normal circumstances you're sure you would of been embarrassed but none of that matters when your muscles spasm. Back arching in the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, your thighs shake, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Wanda doesn't stop eagerly drinking up your orgasm before wanting, no needing you to do that again. You whimper in overstimulation but don't stop your alpha, just as turned on by her need for you. You squirm against the red heads mouth a little towards her a little away, this time you last longer if only for your slight sensitivity causing time before the feeling was pleasurable again yet you cum all the same. Wanda moans loudly as you release into her mouth again. She could do this all day she's sure of it. But now as her precum begins to soak her boxers she knows its time. Lifting onto her knees between your legs red eyes glow as her pants disappear and through your haze you see her in all her glory. You reach down gripping her in your hand moaning at the size while she moans at the sensation. You pump her, an overwhelming feeling to suck her down your through the way she'd done you comes over you but Wanda quickly grabs your hand removing you from her.

"You're going to make me bust shchenok." (Puppy)

Wanda hesitates a second if only to allow her own incoming orgasm to subside, she needed to bury herself in you and it wouldn't look good for her if it ended just as quickly as it started. In the meantime she leans down over you meeting your lips in a hungry kiss the taste of you on her lips causing another wave of your own slick to pool between your legs. You push at her lower back willing her to enter you but she resist. Kissing you eagerly before breaking to kiss to move towards your scent gland, you pant quickly. Wanda's kiss having stolen all the air from your lungs.

"Mine."

Wanda whispers against you, hips beginning to grind against your slick in order to lubricate herself. You shudder in response.

"Yours alpha, take me. I want to be yours."

Wanda reaches down gripping herself in order to slowly slide into you. She's thick stretching you out in ways only she can, the burn sends waves through you and by the time she's completely sheathed you're a whimpering mess.

"Yebat' you're so tight." (Fuck)

She pulls out only to slam back into you, her pace is brutal, hips slamming against yours hitting a sweet spot you didn't even know you had repeatedly. Your moans are as loud as the sound of your wet slick sucking Wanda back in. You claw at her wanting her impossibly closer as she fucked you into next week.

"Holy fuck I'm cumming. Alpha. Alpha."

Your eyes roll back as you arch. The orgasm makes you see white and Wanda doesnt stop. You squirting fueling her ego.

"That's right shchenok. You love the way your alpha fucks you, love how deep I am in you. Look shchenok can you see me."

Wanda brings your gaze down the visible bulge in your stomach when the alpha bottoms out causing your stomach to tighten.

"I'm right here."

Wanda says as she pushes down on the bulge and you spasm again another light orgasm washing through you.

"Fuck I'm gonna fill you up, get you pregnant with my pup."

Wanda pumps into you harder, her knot slamming against your entrance as she nears her own release.

"Alpha. Alpha."

You whimper to fucked out to form any other words.

"You're gonna look so pretty swollen with my seed all mine."

You moan again as Wanda bends towards your scent gland the feel of her canines against your neck enough to almost send you over the edge. She sinks her teeth into you right as you hear a pop. Her knot having settled inside you easily combined with the blackout orgasm of your mating bite. When you come to Wanda is still knotted deep inside you. Nuzzling at your cheeks with a low growl. You chirp back to weak to do much else and Wanda hums.

"My mate, my omega."

10 months later.

You were exhausted, to say the least. A new born was a lot of work and a lot of lost sleep. Wanda wasn't here, literally dragged away for a debrief she was required to attend. If you were honest you didn't mind, she'd been slightly smothering you since you gave birth and while you loved her for it just because you gave birth didn't mean you were no longer a functioning adult. You'd been picking petty arguments since your third trimester which you always felt bad for. It was the hormones combined with being put on bedrest so you didn't get to do your job combined with sexual frustration since the doctor said it was no longer safe for intercourse. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, now with the added insecurities about the changes in your body since pregnancy and child birth you weren't sure you even wanted Wanda to touch you. Ignoring the mirror you dry yourself before wrapping a towel around you. Exiting the bathroom right as your little baby boy woke up with soft cries. You coo at him lifting him out of his crib you lose your towel throwing it over the side in order to hold your baby against your bare chest. You were barely one month postpartum but glad to be past the part where you were in a sense literally wearing a human diaper. Your son instantly calms at the sound of your heart beat as you bounce him lightly moving to sit in your bed you lean against the headboard letting out slightly pained noises as you try and relax your overworked back. You cover your lower half with the blanket already feeling the chill of the room as you begin to hum at your son. You don't hear the door open to focused to the little boy in your arms, getting comfortable as you move him to breast feed. You hiss as he begins to work at your sore nipple but eventually relax becoming accustomed to the pain. You rub his little head of hair softly smiling at him a fullness in your heart only created by the birth of your child as Wanda makes her pressence known.

"You're so beautiful dorogaya." (Dearheart)

You bite back your own insecurities at her comment humming in response. Looking up you meet Wanda's piercing eyes before meeting her lips in a kiss.

"I mean it dorogaya or have you forgotten I can hear your thoughts."

You can't help but frown not used to not being able to keep secrets.

"But...."

"Ah ah ah no buts, you're even more beautiful now than the day we met. Pregnancy and childbirth has given you a glow nothing else can."

You sigh a familiar warmth filling your chest in response to Wanda's love.

"YA tebya lyublyu." (I love you)

You whisper your free hand coming to rub against Wanda's cheek.

"I ya lyublyu tebya. Forever and always." (And I love you)

[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part 14)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

The following morning however, when you arrived at the factory office, Tommy was waiting for you, sitting behind his large wooden desk.

His presence filled the room, commanding attention and respect. He wore his usual attire: a dark suit, white shirt, and tie, accentuating his powerful physique.

As you walked towards him, you couldn't help but admire the raw masculinity that radiated from him. His muscular frame, piercing eyes, and rugged good looks made him truly irresistible. The sight of him brought back memories of the past, the passionate encounter that had left you aching for more.

But, his face was nothing but stern as he looked up at you.

"Come, sit," he said bluntly as he gave you an order

rather than an invitation. Tommy’s commanding tone sent a thrill through you, reminding you of the raw power that radiated from him. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to be so close to him right now, but you complied nonetheless.

As you sat down, Tommy's gaze remained steady, unwavering, as though he was trying to read your thoughts.

"You are a Shelby now, whether you like it or not. And as a Shelby, you do not associate yourself with men like Liam O'Connor," your uncle explained and your pulse quickened as he spoke, feeling the weight of his words as anger rose from deep within you.

"Are you jealous Tommy or are you actually of the view that, as a Shelby, I cannot walk with a man of my choosing?" you queried with a hint of defiance in your voice.

"And why would I be jealous, eh? You are my fucking niece," 

he retorted, his eyes flashing with anger and possessiveness.

The tension in the room escalated as the two of you locked gazes, the intensity of your feelings for one another undeniable.

"I am your niece, yes, but some time ago, I was also your lover," you challenged, your voice low and measured, conveying a sense of power and control.

Tommy's expression hardened, his jaw clenching tightly. "What happened between us then doesn't change anything," he growled, clearly struggling with his emotions.

"No, it doesn't and that is exactly why you need to stay out of my private affairs, Thomas," you agreed, maintaining eye contact, refusing to be intimidated by his dominance.

His demeanour shifted, becoming less hostile as he sighed deeply, acknowledging your statement. "Alright, fine. But remember that the men I employ work for me for a reason. They are dangerous men, Y/N. Liam O'Connor is one of them and, I do no longer trust him now that he has taken an interest in you," Tommy explained after having slept on Polly's revelations and admissions. 

His declaration hung heavily in the air, a threat and a promise rolled into one. It stirred a mix of emotions within you - fear, excitement, and longing.

"You still want me, don't you?" your words echoed throughout the room, causing a chill to run down his spine. There was a pause as both of you took in the gravity of your statement. Tommy's eyes narrowed as he studied your face intently, searching for any signs of deception. His expression turned thoughtful as he considered your question.

"It doesn't matter what I want Love. You are family and I need to protect you," Tommy determined with a sigh.

"I can protect myself, Tommy!" you argued, determination etched on your features. "I'm not some fragile flower who needs to be shielded from harm." Your defiance only seemed to fuel his determination to protect you.

"You may think you're stronger than you are, but the truth is, we all need someone to watch our backs, eh," he replied with a steely resolve. "You are my responsibility, whether you like it or not and unless you want me to tell my brother about your relationship with Liam O'Connor, I want to know when you are going to see him next, eh," Tommy told you firmly, his eyes boring into yours.

There was silence in the room, as you processed his words. Despite your resolve, you were beginning to realize that he was serious about his warning.

"Tonight... I am seeing him tonight," you told him, looking downcast and fueled with anger. The mere mention of informing your father about Liam made you feel uneasy, knowing how he would react upon finding out about your dalliance.

"Where?" Tommy asked, clearly satisfied with your response.

"At my house," you admitted, feeling a mixture of guilt and frustration welling up inside you. 

"I will have your house watched by men who can be trusted, just in case, eh," Tommy stated matter-of-factly, his voice devoid of emotion. 

"Fine," you conceded, unable to argue further.

You knew that despite your resistance, Tommy's protective instincts ran deep, and there was little point in trying to change his mind. He needed to ensure you stayed safe, even if it meant encroaching on your personal life.

"You may go now," Tommy eventually told you with a note of finality in his voice and the room fell silent once again, as you stood up and prepared to leave.

A heavy burden weighed on your shoulders as you realized the precarious situation you found yourself in. The complexities of your relationships with Tommy and Liam threatened to consume you. How could you balance these competing forces without succumbing to the whims of either man?

***

On your way home, your thoughts drifted to the events of the evening. A surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you anticipated your meeting with Liam.

Part of you was excited by the forbidden nature of your secret rendezvous, while another part of you felt consumed by guilt, knowing that you were still deeply in love with Tommy. You recalled the passionate moments you shared with him, wondering if they could ever be rekindled.

Arriving at your house, you carefully checked the area before letting yourself in. Your heart raced as you imagined Tommy's men watching from the shadows, their cold stares following your every move.

It was awkward to know that you were being watched, yet there was also a sense of safety that came with Tommy's protection. He may be harsh and domineering, but deep down, you knew he cared for you.

Liam was already waiting for you when you entered your house, looking eager and slightly nervous. 

"Fuck, how did you get inside?" you asked, surprised to see him sitting on your lounge, sipping whiskey. 

"Your mother let me in before she left," Liam explained, his eyes glinting with darkness. 

"How do you know my mother?" you asked, suspiciously trying to gauge his intentions.

"I don't. But she saw Tommy's men outside and realised that I was one of them," Liam explained before advising you that, by now, Tommy's men would have left. 

"He asked them to watch you, because of me, didn't he?" Liam questioned, his tone laced with subtle aggression. You nodded silently, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you acknowledged the fact.

"There is something you should know about me, Y/N," Liam began, his voice taking on a deeper timbre. "I don't take kindly to anyone interfering in my affair, and that includes Thomas Shelby," he went on to say angrily, his gaze fixed on you, his intent clear.

"Listen, Liam," you tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't be pacified as, instead, he approached you, laying his claim.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered tenderly, his hand caressing your cheek. "Don't let him come between us," he implored, his desire evident in his eyes.

You couldn't help but be swayed by his earnestness, his determination to stand against the seemingly insurmountable obstacle of your relationship with Tommy.

"Why should I believe you?" you asked, testing his sincerity.

"Because I am ready to fight for you, Y/N," he assured you, his voice full of conviction. "And together with the help of my acquaintance, Michael Gray, we can take over the family business," 

Liam continued, his eyes bright with ambition.

You hesitated, absorbing his words. It was the first time he had spoken about this alliance openly, and you couldn't ignore the looming presence of your uncle and the power he held over you.

"But what about Tommy and Arthur?" you questioned, genuinely concerned about the consequences of your actions.

"I don't care about them. They are two spent horses," Liam responded, his tone bordering on aggressive.

"Does Polly know about this?" you wondered aloud, your brow furrowing.

"Polly knows nothing," Liam insisted, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "She would tell Tommy if she knew. We need to play our cards right." he suggested, and you could not believe what you were hearing.

"This is why you pursued me isn't it?" you probed further, seeking clarification while wondering where Tommy's men were at this point.

They were meant to be watching your house, but you felt as though they were neglecting their duties as, all of a sudden, Liam reached for your wrists.  

His touch made you anxious, leaving you vulnerable. "What are you doing?" you asked, trying to remain calm as his attitude changed. 

Liam took your hand in his, his grip strong and steady. "We are more than capable of seizing power from those who seek to control us," he said with confidence. "Thomas Shelby may hold power now, but it won't last forever. If we unite together, we can create something new, something better," he said, his voice dark and authoritative.

You looked around your house, thinking about a way to escape, but there was none. Your heart was racing, and your heart was spinning as you realized Liam's true intentions. 

You understood now why he had pursued you relentlessly, using every charm and resource at his disposal. He wanted to make you fall in love with him so he could use your newfound affection to secure a position within the family business. It was a cruel twist of fate that put you in this predicament.

Liam watched you warily, his expression a mix of determination and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, you summoned all your courage and faced him squarely.

"So, you think that if I fall in love with you, I would help you make a move against my father and uncle?” you queried, your voice laced with disbelief.

"Yes, and I also believe that once we are together, we can form a powerful alliance and, together with Michael Gray and his wife, we can take over the business," Liam responded confidently, unaware of the trap he had set for himself.

Stunned by his audacity, you took a step back, processing his words. The truth was undeniably painful as Liam had used you to manipulate his way into your family, and you, unknowingly, had played right into his hands.

Your heart pounded violently against your ribcage, and you felt nauseous from the shock of the revelation. 

“Marry me Y/N, and help us take over,” Liam's words continued to echo in your ears, reminding you of his cold, calculating nature.  

"I am not going to marry you, Liam!" you gasped, fury and betrayal coursing through your veins. "And even if I ever was to consider marrying someone, it certainly wouldn't be you!" you ought to point out, fuelling Liam's anger.

Anger flaring in his eyes, Liam leaned closer, challenging you with his stare. "Is that so? Then perhaps you should reconsider your options, Y/N. Because if you don't cooperate, it won't bode well for you,” he threatened you.

Your heart raced, fearing the worst. "What do you mean?" you asked, attempting to maintain your composure.

"Are you threatening me, Liam?" you ought to clarify, albeit knowing the answer. 

"Not at all," he replied, his tone eerily calm. "But I cannot guarantee that your father would put a bullet into his brother's head if he ever found out about your intimate relations with your Uncle Tommy," Liam exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. "Now, unless you change your mind, I will be forced to take matters into my own hands and have a word with the rest of the Shelby Family, disclosing your incestuous liaisons. Maybe the papers would take an interest in this too, seeing that Tommy is running for politics now," he went on to say, knowing that this could well and truly destroy the family business. 

His warning sent shivers down your spine, causing you to realize the extent of the danger you were in. You trembled slightly, realizing the precarious position you were in.

"Do not threaten me, Liam! What do you expect me to do?" you asked, your voice quivering with fear.

"Simple," he replied coldly. "Marry me and help me and Michael take over," he repeated, and your heart plummeted into your stomach as you processed his demand. “Your Shelby name is what I need. It’s worth something,” he went on to say, causing you to shake your head again in disbelief.  

Marriage? To this man? You couldn't possibly submit to such a life, bound to someone so cruel and selfish. Your resolve strengthened, and you spoke firmly, determined not to succumb to his threats.

"No, Liam. I will not marry you not only because of your despicable tactics but also because I simply cannot bring myself to love you. I will see Tommy about this, and I already know what he will do to you if he finds out about your threat," you told him sternly, frustration and fury lacing your voice.

His face clouded over with anger; his jaw clenched tightly. His hands shook, betraying his rage, as he tried to control his temper. Within seconds, he reached for your throat, grabbing it tightly with one hand. Fear flooded your body, your heart racing wildly as he squeezed harder. You gasped for air, tears streaming down your cheeks as he choked you. 

"You will not fuck me over Y/N!" Liam cursed as his grip tightened, and you knew that he had every intention to kill you by this point, so you kicked and screamed. 

"Stop! Please!" you gasped loudly, trying to fight Liam off and alarm anyone outside.

“Scream as much as you like. Tommy’s outside are dead,” Liam informed you, choking you harder as suddenly, amongst your struggles, you heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly.

You heard Tommy's voice shouting, full of rage, "Let go of her!" he yelled angrily, causing Liam to startle momentarily before tightening his grip on your neck.

By this point, Liam’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, almost ignoring Tommy's presence until Tommy approached him from behind, trying to pull him away from you with force.

Eventually, Liam let go of you, and you dropped to the ground. A fight broke out, and Liam drew his gun, raising it and aiming it straight at Tommy.

This caused you to panic as you knew there was no time to reason with him. Desperate, you lunged toward Liam, hoping to grab the gun from his grasp.

But, before you could act, Tommy pulled his gun and fired, the loud boom deafening the room. Liam dropped to the floor, blood seeping from the wound. With a chilling final glare, he lost consciousness.

Tommy was covered in blood, but the blood he was covered in was not his own.

You crawled towards him on the blood-soaked floor, your heart pounding in your chest. Tommy grabbed you by the arm, pulling you to your feet. The room was deathly silent as you watched the gruesome scene unfold before you.

Your heart hammered in your chest, the horror of witnessing Liam's demise etched into your memory forever. As your gaze met Tommy's, you saw the mixture of relief and concern reflected in his eyes.

"You shot him?" you barely managed to say, your voice merely above a whisper.

"Of course, I fucking shot him, Love. He fucking deserved it, eh" Tommy said roughly, his eyes hard and unforgiving. 

The room went quiet, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall, as everyone processed the implications of Liam's demise. You felt Tommy's strong arms wrap around you, offering comfort and protection. 

"I did not know about his intentions, Tommy! I really did not fucking know," you cried, your body trembling as you clung to your uncle, desperately seeking solace in his arms. You held onto him fiercely, your fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, as you both stood amidst the carnage that had befallen you all.

Inside, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as you realized how close you had come to losing Tommy, the man who had always been there for you, offering support and love despite your connection.

It was at times like these that you understood the depth of your feelings for him, and you yearned to confess those feelings openly.

Tommy, still holding you tightly, looked down at you with a mixture of love and concern in his eyes. "You couldn't have known, Love, and it doesn't matter now. It's going to be okay, eh," he murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"How did you know to come?" you asked while cupping Tommy's blood-stained face.

Your heart ached, and you could feel a tear forming in the corner of your eye. This was not how you wanted things to end, but it seemed like fate had taken hold of your life yet again.

"Moss informed me of the carnage Liam left on First Lane. He shot two of my men, so I came here as quickly as I could,’ Tommy explained with a heavy sigh, the exhaustion evident in his tone. 

"Thank you,” you barely managed to say while Tommy’s hold on you tightened.

"I thought I would fucking lose you, Y/N," he told you while cupping your face with his blood-stained hands.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of love and concern resonating within them. You realized then just how deep your feelings for him ran, longing to express them openly but knowing that this wasn't the time or place. Embracing you tightly, Tommy looked down at you with a mixture of love and concern in his eyes.

Then, Tommy's voice deepened, his warm breath ghosting across your ear as he spoke.   ”There is something I need to tell you," he said gently. 

"What do you want to tell me?" you asked cautiously, bracing yourself for whatever he might reveal.

Tommy took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before speaking. "Alright, here it goes," he began before inhaling again sharply while your heart thumped wildly in your chest, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Then, Tommy's brow furrowed, his expression becoming intense. "I still love you," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. "And I promise you, I will find a way to make it up to you, eh?” he said. His words were honest and filled with sincerity, warming your heart even more.

Suddenly, you found yourself being lifted into Tommy's arms, his strong embrace making you feel safe once more. The room felt smaller now, just the two of you, surrounded by the echoes of your past mistakes. "You should never have to experience any pain for my sake," he continued his voice low and tender.

As Tommy spoke, your heart raced faster, feeling the intensity of his embrace. The world seemed to melt away, leaving you alone with him. In his arms, you felt a sense of safety and belonging and, despite the gravity of the situation, a wave of relief swept through you as you acknowledged your feelings for Tommy, recognizing the bond that connected you. 

"I know why you did what you did, Tommy," you told him before closing your eyes and leaning against his broad chest, allowing the warmth of his body to envelop you, the strength of his arms providing a refuge.

"And I forgave you for it some time ago, but I couldn't forget. I couldn't forget about you, the kisses, the sex, everything we shared," you admitted, and a silence fell upon the room as you allowed your words to sink in. Slowly, the corners of Tommy's mouth curved upwards, a small smile emerging, betraying his emotions.

Without words, he lifted up your chin, making you look at him before brushing his lips against yours, tender and reassuring.

"Out of all the women in this world, I have to fall in love with my fucking niece, eh," Tommy smirked after pulling back slightly, eyes locking with yours as they filled with unspoken promises.

"Yes, Uncle Tommy. I am your fucking niece, and you can't tell me that the thought of this doesn't arouse you just a tiny little bit," you teased before Tommy lowered his head again, this time pressing his lips firmly against yours. It was a passionate, almost savage kiss that left you breathless. Every nerve ending in your body lit up with pleasure, sending electric currents coursing through your veins.

The atmosphere in the room shifted drastically, growing increasingly erotic as the sexual tension between you two escalated. , He bent his head down to press a light kiss on your forehead, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down your spine. "It does arouse me," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. “A little bit,” he then added as you both stood there, covered in blood.

Unable to resist, you leaned in closer, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss once more. The world seemed to fade away, and nothing else mattered except the undeniable passion that ignited between you both.

Your kisses grew deeper, more urgent as you both tried to convey the intensity of your feelings through your touch. Your hands roamed over his muscular back, tracing the lines of his sculpted torso. You revelled in the power of his embrace, relishing the way his strong arms wrapped around you, protecting you from the world outside.

He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue dancing teasingly with yours. His hands roamed down your waist, drawing you closer and bringing your hips flush against his. As your hips moved rhythmically, Tommy's hand travelled lower, slipping beneath your dress to cup your derrière. You gasped softly, feeling the pressure of his palm against your sensitive flesh. With each passing moment, you grew more aroused, unable to resist the urge to explore the contours of his body, even in this somewhat inappropriate situation.

As your lips captured each other's, you felt the intensity of his passion surge through your core until Tommy finally pulled away.

"I will call Johnny Dogs to clean up this mess, eh?" Tommy suggested, seeing that you still had to deal with the dead body in your house, which, at least for the past five minutes, you had ignored entirely.

"Where am I going to stay tonight?" you asked almost teasingly, a small grin forming on your lips before you handed Tommy your phone, and he made the call.

"You will be staying with me, Love," Tommy told you firmly after having made contact with Johnny, his blue eyes filled with resolve. 

He knew that there was no safer place for you than under his roof, especially after the events of tonight. 

"And what will you do to me, at your house, Uncle Tommy?" you teased, letting your voice drop seductively. You let your hand slide down his chest, brushing along his hard abs before stopping at the button of his trousers.

"Well, first of all, I will get you cleaned up," he replied huskily, his eyes darkening with desire.

"And then, I will probably fuck you, that is, if you are a good girl and behave yourself, eh?" he replied with a playful wink, his hand moving underneath your dress, grazing the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You laughed, taking Tommy's hand in yours and placing it against your throbbing core. "I think I can manage to behave myself, Uncle Tommy," you responded seductively, arching your back to press your breasts against his chest. "Just make sure to remind me of your threats when the time comes," you added with a devilish grin.

Tommy's eyes twinkled with amusement and lust, and he pulled you closer, his large hands wrapping around your waist.

"Trust me Love, I will do more than just remind you of my threats," Tommy teased, a devilish glint in his eyes.

As your bodies swayed together, you couldn't help but marvel at the connection between you both. There was an undeniable chemistry that had always existed between you two, one that transcended the boundaries of blood relations.

"Now, let's go before more coppers get here, eh?" Tommy commanded, his deep voice resonating through you.

His fingers laced with yours, leading you out of the room and towards the staircase.

The atmosphere in the house was eerie, almost as if the air itself held a secret. Your eyes scanned the dimly lit hallways, searching for signs of danger or witnesses who may have seen what happened. As you passed through the grand entrance hall, Tommy guided you towards the exit, the cool night air greeting you as you stepped outside. He helped you into his car, ensuring that you were comfortable before starting the engine. The streets were deserted, casting a sombre shadow over the city. 

"So, what happens to the body?" you asked as Tommy drove off into the night, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

"That's not your concern, Love. My men will take care of it," he replied gruffly, a faint trace of unease crossing his face. 

"It sure sounds like you have done this before," you commented with a raised eyebrow, catching Tommy's hesitation. 

"You know I have," he answered simply, his tone betraying a hint of darkness. "And don't ask questions you wouldn't want answers to, eh?" Tommy's warning was clear, yet you didn't back down, instead choosing to remain silent and let the conversation trail off.

"I still love you," you teased with a soft laugh, knowing full well how much Tommy craved your affection.

"Good," Tommy smirked arrogantly as he parked his car near his house. "Because I'm not letting you go again,” he announced as your gaze met his, the intensity of your feelings for each other palpable as you exchanged looks that seemed to hold entire universes within them. This wasn't merely a physical attraction; it was something far more profound, an undeniable connection that defied logic and reason.

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All I want...

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You weren't even thinking about him lately, when Steve asks you to help him chaperone at the school's Christmas Gala. You want to refuse, but you simply can't disappoint your teenage self.

CW/Disclaimer: No warnings I think? Just fluff. Or maybe I should warn that there's a little bit of a certain Mariah Carey song in there. I know some people have a passion to dislike that, so be warned!

Author's note: A Christmas fic? In February?? YES. Life got in the way, okay? Deal with it, it's still nice. I hope. If not, well. Eh.

Words: 4225

The fact that it was such a quiet Saturday at the coffee shop should have alerted you that something was bound to happen. Something weird. Something like your old classmate Steve Harrington stopping by and making a beeline for you instead of the register.

You hadn’t talked to Steve since you graduated, which was almost four years ago. To be fair, you had never really talked to Steve. Not unless he needed to borrow a pencil or wanted to check your notes (aka copy your homework). He knew you were smart, would tell you as such whenever he handed you your notes back. One time he even asked you for help with chemistry. That had probably been the day you talked to him the most. However, you were never friends. Just vague classmates, one who asked for favors and the other who people pleased her way through high school.

College had been in the plans, but instead you wound up working at the coffee shop for a summer job and decided that you liked the stability to save up for your own place. Besides, the work wasn’t terrible and you honestly had no idea yet what you wanted to do with your life. Your friends had all left for college several states away though and it had been a while since you had been chatting with someone your age, if you were honest. So the fact that Steve was currently talking to you not realizing you were very much not registering what he was saying? Not great. Expected though.

“Y/N?” Steve’s animated hand gestures faltered a little as you gazed blankly up at him.

“Sorry, I completely zoned out. You wanna order?”

“Uh… sure, why not,” he said hesitantly, as if he didn’t walk into the coffeeshop to get, you know, coffee. You both walked to the counter, each on one side and you turned on your heel to face him. You watched him expectantly and wondered what was up with him when he stared right back, instead of looking at the menu behind your head.

“Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “uhh… coffee?”

“Just plain black coffee?”

“Sure.”

“Alright…”

Steve Harrington was acting strange and you didn’t know why. Trying not to dwell on it, you prepared his coffee and set it in front of him. He placed a couple bills on top of the counter without waiting for you to mention the amount, still seemingly distracted.

“So… The Christmas Gala at Hawkins needs chaperones. We’re having a massive shortage and it’s my problem now, apparently.”

The what now?”

“Don’t act like I’m suddenly talking gibberish, Y/N. The Christmas gala. They need chaperones.”

“Okay…? That sucks,” you said, unsure why he needed you to know all of this. Of course, you should have known better. He was the guy who came to you when he needed something, after all.

“It would suck a lot less if you’d chaperone with me,” he hinted, giving you his million-dollar grin. You barked out a short laugh, causing Steve’s brow to twitch in subtle confusion.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you told him followed by a chuckle. “Can’t you ask your girlfriend or something?”

What? You were just curious. If he had one. It’s not as if that stupid crush you had on him in high school which made you so inclined to share your work and pencils was still there. Pfft. Not at all. Why and how was he even prettier than he used to be?

“Uhh…” he gave you an awkward look, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Now why did that fill you with glee, huh?

“Please.”

Before you could respond, he was already walking around the counter, only giving you two seconds to back away as he took your hands in his.

“Please please please please please, I really don’t want to have to ask my ex.”

“Nancy?” Everyone knew about Nancy.

“No, she’s not even in town. No uh, another one. None of them, actually. It would be way too awkward.”

“And chaperoning with me, who you haven’t talked to for god knows how long isn't?”

“Huh? No. You’re my pencil buddy from high school! Nothing awkward about that? Come on!” He squeezed your hands for emphasis and gave you his best puppy eyes. Damn him.

“Also… why are your exes the only option? Surely you haven’t dated every—”

Steve gave you a look. It was both endearing and silly. So Harrington was still the same Casanova as ever.

“Oh come on?!”

“You know how I was in high school. I repeated a cycle of that when I just started teaching. Let’s just say some parent-teacher meetings are very awkward now.”

“Were they at least single?”

“Uh…”

“Steve!”

“To my knowledge?! I found out one wasn't during one of those blissful meetings. So yeah. You can guess how that went. Please, Y/N! You want me to go on my knees? I’ll do it, just say the word.”

When Steve was about to drop on his knees you quickly grabbed his arm to stop it and grimaced at the not so PG-13 thoughts that flooded your brain.

“No, no. No need. Fine. I’ll do it. On one condition.”

Stop it, brain. Don’t say it.

“Anything.”

DON’T. 

“One dance.”

For fuck’s sake. You cursed your brain for not being on the same level as you.

“Oh, uhm, sure? Is that all?”

He sounded genuinely surprised and you regretted asking for a dance already. How pathetic were you, feeling the need to satiate your teenage self to get a dance from the one and only Steve Harrington?

“And you better have alcohol somewhere.”

“Naturally. Preferences?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something nice.”

Steve nodded and finally let go of your hands. Suddenly your hands felt way colder than they had before.

“Alright then… I’ll see you this Friday? Oh and, well I guess you know there’s a dress code.”

“Any theme? Wait… this Friday?”

“Uh, yeah! This Friday. Theme is Gatsby, I think. But any fancy dress will do. Or suit, if that’s your thing. My best friend Robin likes to—”

The bell above the door interrupted whatever Steve was going to say and he gave you a small nod as a bunch of teenagers walked in for a hot chocolate. After a small wave, Steve left through the door right before shouting “See you Friday!”, his coffee long forgotten.

-

Friday. You should have just said no. A loud sigh escaped through your firmly pressed lips when you eyed yourself in the mirror. The dress was nice, it was just… you’d gained some weight. It fit differently than it did the last time you wore it. Even though it still looked good, it was super flattering in fact, you couldn’t help but worry over what Steve might think. As if he would care. There was no way he cared even the slightest about what you looked like. He never expressed any interest in you and he never would and honestly? That was for the best. You two were way too different to work anyway. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself. It was easier to shut these things down before they had a real chance to flourish in your mind.

Your decision to walk quickly became something you cursed your past self for as you felt your feet tire out. You weren’t even wearing the highest, thinnest of heels in the slightest, but you were used to your flat sneakers, so it was still an adjustment. As you made your way towards the school, you saw more and more fancy cars pass you by. It somehow made you feel like you were going to prom ten years late or something, with the way you were dressed.

The school was nicely decorated in a classic Christmas theme. Several Christmas trees filled up the hallway leading towards the gym. In true Hawkins Tigers fashion, the greens were decorated with ornaments and ribbons of gold. As you made your way down the hall you noticed that they even put some mistletoe here and there. The kids that passed you gave you weird looks, some mumbling to each other something along the lines of ‘who is she?’, while others simply gawked. Oh well. You arrived at the front where you could leave your coat, but there was no sign of Steve just yet. His laughter found you before his appearance did.

You recognized that type of laugh. It was the one he used when he was talking to a pretty girl. Why you knew this beat you as well. His voice grew louder and suddenly he appeared in the doorway. He was looking behind him, probably still talking to the woman that caught his interest, until you subtly cleared your throat. As his head turned, you noticed a slight widening of his eyes, before his grin followed and he approached you.

“Y/N! You made it!” he said happily, halting in front of you as he put his hands on your arms. “Again, thank you so much for this.”

You were certain he had already discarded his blazer somewhere, leaving him with just his black silk shirt and dark green dress pants. He looked absolutely beautiful, his hair neat in a boyishly styled kind of way. Playful yet suave.

“It’s my pleasure,” you said, though you could tell by his subtle snort that he didn’t believe you and honestly, neither did you. Yet, you wouldn’t have wanted to miss how he looked tonight for the world. His hands brushed down your arms and moved away just before they would reach your hands.

“Right, so, basically… the party’s in there, we look at young love blossoming and stuff and enjoy ourselves.” He waited a beat and then extended his arm towards your waist. “Shall we?”

You were surprised by his gallant way to guide you inside, considering you wouldn’t expect him to want to be seen with you like that. It was nothing, not really, but…

“So, turns out one of my exes is here. One I didn’t really end it badly with, for once,” he snorted dryly and gave you a painful smile as you met him with a near eye roll. “I was thinking… Maybe this is like destiny or some shit, right? I went out of my way to get someone else and yet there’s still an ex…”

Your eyes landed on all the women your age one by one until a blonde caught your attention.

“Let me guess… it’s the blonde over there?”

Steve made a funny face and nodded.

“Yup. Shelly. Looking as amazing as ever.”

You were nodding before you realized you were and sighed to yourself. As your eyes wandered, they landed on the table with drinks. Right, alcohol. You could use some of that.

“So… did you bring any?”

Steve grinned and looked around the room. “It’s in my blazer which is… somewhere. I’ll go find it.”

As he passed you, he gave your waist a gentle squeeze and you wished it didn’t give you so many butterflies. The kids seemed to look so much younger nowadays. It didn’t make you feel old, just not really accomplished in life either. Steve took quite a while, so you decided to leave your spot and wandered around the gym as you slowly tried to remember the kids’ faces. Something to keep you occupied. Just as you turned your route towards the entrance, you spotted Steve. Ah. The blonde, Shelly, was laughing way too hard as her hand landed on his arm. You doubted it was that funny. Not wanting to be too focused on him, you decided to turn your gaze away in search of a seat. The bleachers would do just fine. You made your way to the top, giving you a good overview of the room. The kids were dancing together adorably and from the looks of it no one was really left out, which made you feel a little warm inside. The music made you tap along with your heel subconsciously, so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear the stomping of Steve coming up the bleachers.

“Jeez, there you are! I’ve been looking for you!” he said, a little out of breath for some reason, which felt a little uncharacteristic for this sporty guy in front of you.

“Oh? Were you?” you asked with little emotion as you looked up at him. He frowned and quickly sat down next to you so you didn’t have to crane your neck any longer.

“I was getting the booze, remember?” he mumbled. You snorted as he uncovered it from under his blazer which he was carrying and handed it to you.

“Couldn’t let the kids see,” he explained as he heard your subtle reaction. You nodded in agreement and opened the flash, taking a gentle whiff of it.

“No poison?” you asked, side-eyeing him. Steve chuckled and then shrugged.

“Alcohol is kind of poisonous in a way, isn’t it?”

“I guess. So is life.”

Steve laughed softly. “So dark, jeez.”

When you barely gave him a hint of a smile, he nudged you.

“Hey, you good? Sorry if I was too pushy about asking you to chaperone, maybe I should’ve—”

With a quick head shake you dismissed him and smiled softly.

“No, it’s alright, my mood has nothing to do with that, I promise.”

“Then what… is it? Did something happen?”

You felt like an idiot for being jealous of Shelly. For being envious that his attention was on her and not you. As if you had any right to be jealous! It made no sense at all. You weren’t here as his date, you were here as his last resort. The sincere worry in his eyes made you hate your feelings even more. Who knew that being in the same room with Steve Harrington for the second time in a week was enough to rekindle your stupid crush on him.

“No, nothing happened,” you said with a soft sigh and then took a big swig of the flask before handing it back to him. Steve took a swig as well but never removed his eyes away from your face.

“Well, if you’re sure…” 

He rested his arm against yours, shifted closer into your space even. After a moment, he nudged you gently.

“See those two? They’ve been dancing around each other in class for a year now. You can see they’re into each other, but neither of them dared to do anything about it. He asked her at last. It’s adorable, isn’t it? Those little shy smiles…”

The kids were adorable indeed, and so was Steve as he looked at them with the softest smile, almost proud. He probably was. While you were distracting yourself by focusing on the kids, Steve casually dropped his hand on your knee. You figured it was accidental, but then he started to caress you gently and you wondered if maybe he had had more alcohol before you arrived. You knew it meant nothing.

“So, about that dance—”

“So you and Shelly, huh?”

You both laughed as you had spoken up at the same time, though Steve’s brows quickly formed a frown when he registered your words.

“Me and Shelly?”

“Yeah. Any rekindling there? I saw how she looked at you. You looked like a couple of highschool sweethearts.”

“Oh, uh…” Steve chuckled awkwardly and removed his hand from your knee simultaneously. “I don’t know. She said it was good to see me, that was about it. Her kid’s gonna transfer to Hawkins soon.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ll be seeing more of each other then,” you said with a smile, forcing yourself to be happy for him. It was better than to wallow in self pity at a kid’s dance.

“I guess… yeah. Anyway, I���”

“Steve!”

An older woman called for him, probably a colleague, so Steve had to excuse himself. He left the booze and his blazer with you and told you he’d be back. You doubted it. Shelly was already making her way back to him already the moment she caught him in her peripheral vision. It was so obvious she was trying to get back with him. Your eyes went back to the kids Steve pointed out earlier and you smiled when the girl rested her head on his shoulder. Who knew, maybe they’d become highschool sweethearts. You took another swig of the flask, swirled it around your tongue and swallowed to let it burn down your throat. Time got lost on you as you watched the joy in front of you. Most of the teachers were dancing too now, doing a neat job of multitasking while they chaperoned and watched for any illegal activities. Your eyes met Steve’s as he finally managed to get away from what seemed to be an endless conversation, and he tilted his head to the side, beckoning you to come.

With only some slight reluctance, you made your way downstairs. You had momentarily forgotten about Shelly, considering she had gone elsewhere when the older woman kept Steve occupied, until she suddenly stood next to him again. Somewhere between you minding your step down the bleachers she had managed to get all back up in his personal space. Hand on his chest, a flirtatious shoulder nudge… yeah. And Steve didn’t seem to mind. 

So, instead of making a total fool of yourself, you approached him, arms outstretched so you could hand him back his blazer, and left him together with Shelly. You even managed an encouraging smile, which honestly gave you a bitter aftertaste. Steve’s eyes followed you out the gym, Shelly’s words falling on deaf ears as his own thoughts were too loud. Had you looked back, you might have seen the concern on his face, mixed with a layer of guilt.

As you disappeared through the doors, a slow song started up behind you. With a wry smile you made your way to the bathroom, which was around the corner on the left way down the hall. The music was loud enough to hear still, though it gave a somewhat melancholic echo, which actually fit your current mood quite well. It was fine, though. You just had to survive a couple more hours and then you and Steve would never be in the same room again and you could go back to pretending your crush on him ended with high school. With the slow song in the background, you took your time in the bathroom to make sure that by the time you went back, the upbeat music had hopefully returned. You weren’t in the mood to see him dance with someone else. After washing your hands two times (you had zoned out so much you forgot about the first time), you finally left the bathroom, only to be met with a pair of hazel eyes that could be mistaken for brown in the darkness of the hallway.

“Oh, uhm, hi?” you said, a little confused. Steve was leaning against the wall across from you, arms crossed, one leg up. His thigh looked deliciously meaty like that but… That. Was. Not. The. Point.

“Hey. You keep disappearing on me,” Steve said, sounding slightly accusatory.

“That’s not fair, I waited quite a while up there,” you shot back, giving him an easy smile.

“Yeah… Ms. Tracy always has a dozen stories to tell, I honestly don’t even remember what she called me down for in the first place. Anyway, no, I meant, when you came down. You suddenly just dropped my blazer off and went? I was hoping you’d be back in time to catch a part of the slow dance song but… no sign of you. So I went to look.”

“Ah, I just didn’t want to interrupt you and Shelly, if I’m honest,” you tried to say as casually as possible.

Steve frowned and pushed himself off the wall. He hung his blazer over the radiator and took a few steps towards you. You felt the heat radiating off his body and inhaled purposefully slowly to prevent yourself from gasping. He smelled really good, too.

“What’s the deal with you constantly mentioning me and Shelly as if there’s anything happening?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“I mean… You were the one talking about destiny. I thought I would only be in the way.”

Steve snorted and shook his head.

“Oh come on, I just meant that I can’t escape my exes. I was just grateful it wasn’t someone that hated my guts,” he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head once more.

“She sure doesn’t,” you mumbled dryly. Steve smirked and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Wait… are you jea—”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you quipped, nervously and a little agitated. Steve’s smile only grew wider as he closed the distance between you two.

“Oh you are. Is that why you asked for a dance?” he asked as he gently took your hands in his, which you could only comply with, “you… like me, or something?”

“Or something. I think I could actually strangle you about right now…”

“Hm? Why’s that?” 

It wasn’t really a question.

“You look way too smug for your own good.”

Steve laughed and dropped one hand to your waist, shaking his head.

“Nah, I’m just relieved it’s mutual. I really thought you were pushing me in Shelly’s direction because I had misread everything and you wanted nothing to do with me. Like, I put my hand on your leg and you brought her up instantly!”

“I was panicking! I didn’t want to get my hopes up!”

In the background, “All I Want For Christmas Is You” started playing. Steve slowly started to nudge your hips, helping you sway along with him as he pulled you against him. His smile grew softer, his touch gentler, his eyes calmer, though still a little mischievous. He opened his mouth.

“I don’t want a lot of Christmas…”

“You’re not serious,” you whispered with a soft chuckle. Steve nodded vigorously, grinning again.

“There is just one thing I need…”

You just let it happen. You couldn’t stop him, you didn’t want to stop him. He looked so pretty, so cute, so handsome as he softly sang the words to you. It was more of a low, rumbled whisper. It was perfect.

“I don’t care about the presents… underneath the Christmas tree…”

His hand dropped from your waist so his other could turn you in a gentle spin, after which he deftly caught you in his arms, your back flush against his chest. You felt his heart beating fast, not at all as calm as he made himself seem.

“I just want you for my own… More than you could ever know…”

His hand came up to push your hair to one side as his lips gently brushed the exposed part of your neck. You shivered pleasantly, craning your neck as you rested your hand on top of his around your waist.

“Make my wish come true…”

His lips deliberately pressed soft kisses along your neck now, accompanied with pleasant hums that left him. He was driving you insane.

“Steve…”

Steve shook his head, needing to finish the bit.

“All I want for Christmas… is you…”

A kiss right below your ear.

“Can I, Y/N? Can I have you?”

You wanted to turn your head to look at him but he quickly rested his chin on your shoulder so his hair would shield most of his face from you.

“Steve, I—”

“Please reject me quickly if you’re gonna do it,” Steve muttered, his voice muffled. You wondered what was going on in his brain for him to think you’d let him kiss your neck like that if you weren’t the slightest bit interested. Had you not just confessed earlier? A chuckle escaped you.

“Don’t be silly. I’m just— confused, I guess? When did you… Is this, when?”

Steve sighed, making you turn around in his arms slowly so he could face you.

“We didn’t need chaperones at all, as you may have noticed. I just… the past few dates I’ve been on were such disasters, and I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while now but I felt like I would fuck it up with a date somehow? I don’t know. And then this came up… and I thought maybe I could show more of me, in a different setting? But then everyone and their mother interrupted me all the time and you encouraged it too so I thought all hope was lost until you let me kiss your neck I guess. Am I rambling? I am rambling. God I spent too much time with Robin and Eddie.”

“Steve,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“Yeah?” His smile matched yours, hopeful, yet still unsure. Who knew that someone like Steve Harrington could be insecure? I mean, of course, it happens, but… it was a surreal sight to witness.

“You can have me.”

Steve’s grin had never been wider.

“Oh— Good. I’m gonna kiss you now.”

And true to his words, he cupped your cheek gently with his big, warm hand, and settled his soft lips onto yours for a sweet, Christmas kiss. Hell, you didn’t even need a mistletoe.

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[idontplaytrack]

Not too fussed on which character you write this for but i was thinking what if reader has nipple piercings that one of Auli’i’s characters doesn’t know about until reader wears a fitted T-shirt around them (reader normally wears sweatshirts or baggy clothes)

Call Me

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: some coarse language, fluff, one make-out scene

Reader sees AJ from across the room and decides to shoot her shot, start things with a simple ‘hello’

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest)

You met AJ for the first time at an art show a few months ago when you had to accompany your sister there— your parents weren’t free so you took her instead. At first, you were unhappy about having to ‘babysit’ her, but you couldn’t complain once you laid your eyes on the cutest girl you’ve ever seen. While your sister was busy setting up her pieces, you went up to the girl who caught your eyes.

“Hi.” You said, approaching her table.

“Oh. Hey.” She glances over her shoulder, smiling at you, “What’s up?”

“Uh…” You chuckled, a light pink hue quickly dusts your cheeks, “Just wanted to say hello.”

“Really?” She grins, “You just wanted to say hi to someone you’ve never met in your life?”

“Okay, you caught me.” You threw your hands up in mock surrender. “I’m here with my little sister. I saw you from across the room and I just couldn’t look away. I’m sorry.”

“Mm, no don’t be.” She says, “I’m AJ. You are?”

“Hi, AJ.” You stuck your hand out for her to shake, “I’m y/n.”

The corners of her lips tug into a small smile, “Hi, y/n.”

“So…” You shove your hands into the pockets of your pants.

“So…” She laughs a little, “Okay, I’m gonna be honest— I suck at small talk.”

“Me too.” You scratched the back of your neck, “But uh, I’ll only be in town for the weekend. And I would love to hang out with you.”

“You do? Sure.”

Your eyes widened in shock, “What? Really? We only just met.”

“You’re cute, so that helps.”

Damn.

“Call me, okay?” She scribbles her phone number onto a small piece of paper and hands it to you.

“Will do, AJ.” You blushed, “Will do.”

“Nice meeting you.” She smiled brightly, giving you a little wave as you turned around to leave and go back to your sister’s table.

~~~~~

AJ picked you up in her car at your hotel and took a drive. You let your sister sleepover at her friend’s hotel room that night. She teases you for being ‘down bad’ for AJ— a girl you’ve only just met.

“Hey, you.” She greeted, stretching over to open the door for you.

“Hi.” You smiled, “So, where are we headed?”

“I was thinking we go to a drive through, get dinner and drive up to the beach.” AJ suggested, “What do you think?”

“I think…that’s a great idea.” You agreed.

“Where are you from?”

“Ah, Connecticut. New Haven.”

“Ooh.” AJ nodded, “You’re a pretty long way from home.”

“Eh, well— it’s not my first time having to travel alone and stuff. Parents are always so caught up with work they kinda just…leave us to fend for ourselves.” You scoffed, “Never flew alone with my sister till now, though. I’m just glad she isn’t so annoyed with me like she usually is.”

“Look, I have a twin. And sometimes at our big age of 18, we still fight like children.” AJ giggles, “Over the stupidest things— so…I get that.”

You gasp, “You have a twin?”

“Yeah, we don’t look anything alike though.” She chuckles over her words, “Alright- few options. What do you feel like having for dinner? Your choice.”

In the end, you made her choose since you didn’t know what to eat. Once dinner was acquired, the drive to the beach continues. It was relatively quiet, but you two asked each other questions every now and then.

“I noticed you’ve been wearing the same sweatshirt.”

“Don’t worry, I wash it.” You joke, “I just like it. It was my grandpa’s— we were really close but he uh, passed away a few years ago when I was twelve.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You assured, “I’m alright. It was a long time ago.”

She smiles, reaching for your hand to give it a squeeze. All you could managed was to smile back, and blush. “You’re shy.” She teases. You chuckled wryly, “Yeah, yeah.”

~~~~~

“I’ll take you and your sister to the airport tomorrow, okay?”

“What? No, you don’t—”

“I’ll take you two.” She insisted, “I get to spend more time with you that way.” AJ was laying right before you in bed, brushing the hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

You still couldn’t believe it. AJ was here, spending the night in your hotel room. You peeked over her shoulder and saw your sister fast asleep and facing the other way. You snuggled closer to AJ and she presses a kiss to your temple.

“How are we gonna do this?” You ask quietly.

“We’re gonna text, we’re gonna call, we’re gonna FaceTime.” She cups your cheek, “We can make it work. It won’t be long before you have to come back here for college, right? You’re going to UCLA. I’ll be at CalArts…”

You hummed, “You’re right. It won’t be long.”

“We got this.” She smiled, giving you another kiss— on the lips this time, “Four months will be over before we know it.”

“This is so crazy to me. We just met and I am so in love with you— it’s crazy.”

“I’m pretty crazy about you, too.” She grins, wrapping her arms around you, “Okay, go to sleep. It’s late.”

~~~~~

“Babe? I’m home. I got your favourite coffee.” Hearing her voice, you rushed outside to give her a kiss and say hi.

“Missed me?” She chuckles, kissing you back.

“Yup.” You nodded, “Thanks for the coffee.”

She flashes you another smile then began unloading the groceries. “Is the headache getting better?”

“I dunno. That’s why I asked for coffee— see if the caffeine will help.”

“Okay.” She says while looking at you, she then does a double, “Hang on a second.”

“What?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you have piercings?” She squints, putting down the bag of potatoes she was holding. “Like—”

You smirked, “Yeah, I do.”

“I never noticed.” She chuckles in disbelief, still fixated om your chest.

“Now you know.” You walked over to her and hugged her from behind.

“What’s this?”

“Nothing, just wanted to hug you.”

She turned around, abandoning her task at hand, “That’s sweet.” Her hand subsequently rests on your hip, her fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts, “I would love to what’s under that top.”

“I’m not opposed to it.”

“Sure?” She asks, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

You nodded firmly, “I’m ready.”

“M’kay, baby.” AJ shrugs, leaning closer to crash her lips onto yours, easily hoisting you up so that your legs were on either side of her. “Looks like we’re getting busy this morning.”

You laughed giddily, she plops you onto the mattress. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you looked right at AJ who was hovering over you and looking right into your eyes at first, but her gaze traces the rest of your body that she could see.

“So you’re sure?”

“Hell yes.” You confirmed.

[fumifooms]

You’re the resident chilchuck expert, so I was wondering about it there’s any canon evidence that he did smoke or drink alcohol when the kids were younger. I always thought it was something he picked up due to the strain of long jobs, when the kids were already older, but you seem to think differently and I was wondering if there was anything in canon that made you think that way!

Now that you mention it I guess it’s true there’s no evidence he did. Smoking we literally only know he does at all because of one post-canon panel where he has a pipe, so no, maybe this stick-looking thing in the panel below too though, I’m not familiar with medieval blunts eh. We’ve only gotten one panel of him and his daughters interacting when he was younger so that’s not too insightful on that end, and every time we see him young and freckled it’s in a job context so again not really where we’d expect him to be drinking. The earliest proof (/heavy implication since we don’t see inside his cup I guess) is 3 years before canon when Laios hired him, where he’s at a bar, classily placed in front of all the bottles ✨

Yes alcohol is almost certainly a way through which he copes especially with stress, so if we go with the theory he started around when work got stressful, well… Chilchuck started working as a dungeon diver ~10 years ago so when he was ~19, making Mei, Fler and Puck ~6 and ~4 respectively, so from that draw the ‘stressful enough to start drinking’ line wherever. We don’t know what he did before that with any certainty, and it could be he did odd jobs, lived off mostly mutual aid and community work, or just focused on only raising the girls. Half-foots tend to be poor and I see a lot of that in Chilchuck specifically so I don’t think he could have afforded to not have some paying work though.

Alright, so then why do I think he did drink when the girls were younger?

I give a more complete rundown of the info we do have on his alcoholism & his family with panels and references + all the speculation I make from it here. But the most targeted and objective answer I can give is:

Of course there’s just very very little we know of Chilchuck’s life with his family, and I think that’s by design too. I think the details being up in the air is to allow more nuance of the topic, like, will trying to reconcile go well, is their relationship salvageable? We don’t know, because we don’t know. So the message of giving hope a chance even if it’s a long shot, that things could truly go either way, is more relevant, impactful and meta in that way. How long was he usually away for work travels into dungeons here and there? How did he act with them? All we can really do is "it’s likely that", it’s a game of which way we think it’s more implied. There’s no right and wrong answer, it’s all Marcille-like larping the events out.

My main reason for thinking he did is that his father died from overdrinking and Chilchuck is very aware of that. He mentions his death casually in the extra about their stance in alcohol and in his Adventurer’s Bible profile, etc. He acts towards the alcohol presumably the same way his father did: with abandon, uncaring for the health effects, probably happily too considering Chil says "dying doing something you love is a good way to go". Very nonchalant. So you see what I’m saying here right, wether he started early or late, his view of alcoholism is very influenced by what he saw of his father growing up, it’s something he’s always been aware of and saw in a mostly positive light, something that was inherited you could say. It’s something that was normalized to him from a young age. Regardless or where it goes from there I do think this part is pretty inarguable. If he views it positively and we know that in the present alcohol is his favorite food that he loveees, why would he have held out on it? Personally that all makes me think he started drinking very young, especially since I don’t think they limited alcohol to age as much as modern standards (and I mean, teen drinking is obviously still a thing). And here you could argue, maybe his father only started being more alcoholic later when Chilchuck moved out, or something! And to that there’s nothing I can say except I think that’s a strained theory, and that Chil might even have largely cut contact with his family after moving out (since he and siblings are listed as almost strangers and he doesn’t seem to have much emotional attachment to his parents, but also we know he rents out his place to "a relative"), but it’s true we have no evidence. "I’ve picked up the same unhealthy substance abuse as my father haha! No big deal right haha" repeated several times to me just reeks of intergenerational trauma, & the alcoholism gene as they call it. Like effortless sliding into drinking as if it’s second nature, it’s natural after all, it’s normal after all, it just makes sense, it makes you feel good and that’s what matters.

BUT from my interpretation then we have a whole other layer: Alcohol is of course not all bad always. I think he’s always liked alcohol and drank it on occasion and it brought him joy etc etc, but I think here the implication in the question is, how much effect did his drinking have on the family relations and how early? And that isn’t so much about when him drinking started but when the alcoholism started. Addiction is defined by a habitual need, that has negative effects from filling that need (physical, psychological, social, etc) and negative effects from withdrawal. If Chilchuck drinks to cope and he can’t not cope without it, that’s addiction, if it affects his relationships, if it’s a need he has, it’s addiction. Addiction can be very insidious or look very casual, and how much people around the person are affected by it is case by case. Cheerful drunks can be sooo annoying and uncomfortable though let me tell you. Drunks are drunks. And this sounds harsh, but even if people around them don’t mind drunks it’ll still have some effects here and there, living with one can be such a challenge, ily drunks good luck with everything much like Chilchuck you deserve good things 🫡　

Ok so with the dad thing and the "ok well maybe he’s always drunk casually but it grew worse with time around when he started working as a dungeon diver" precision made, the other bit of info we have that can inform this is that Chilchuck is on a harsh diet and that alcohol is a hunger suppressant. We know Chilchuck "used to be fine not eating for two days", that literally on screen to quench his hunger so it doesn’t keep him awake he goes to drink water, drinking is his instinct to hunger. Again alcohol is a hunger suppressant and if you want info on that the internet has a lot of research and anecdotes about it. He diets to be light enough to not trigger traps, so it’s something he’d have started after dungeon diving most likely. Between the stress and the diet, yes it’s extremely likely he started going harder on alcohol after he started working in dungeons. There’s arguments on wether two days without eating is less bad for half-foots than humans, but apart from smaller portions there’s nothing that indicates half-foots should get less than 3 meals a day. They need less food but that’s because their bodies are smaller: the need is proportional to the body, not smaller than others’ races, the % of need is similar even if the kg amount of food isn’t. There’s also a popular headcanon with support basis that half-foots run hot and have a faster heartrate and whatnot, and that points towards a faster metabolism rather than a slower one: a bigger need for eating rather than a smaller one. He has the same bmi, 18, as Mickbell, but perhaps because Chil is much taller he’s less intensely visibly underweight with ribs showing than Mick during the bath extra, it’s most apparent when he becomes tallman.

Alcohol is something so important and omnipresent in his character that I have trouble believing it’s something that was part of only a small fraction of his life. It’s his immediate go-to, his no-brainer solution to a good time, I’ve sort of always assumed especially after looking at his family that it’s something he discovered decently young. Like he just acts like someone who’s always had alcohol to fall back on and started young idk. Alcohol is one of his 5 keywords. Alcoholism is very ingrained into his world view and life, his "it doesn’t matter" stance his ‘work hard play hard’ mentality his idea that the world is harsh so you get relief where you can, so it just makes sense to me that it’s always been in his life, if not actively then at least looming.

So yes, in summary, my take: Alcohol was always something he wholly enjoyed to an unwise level, but it could have been considered casual until he started working into dungeons and his need for it on a regular basis intensified. Alcohol has always had positive association to him as far as we see, so when it started being a problem he didn’t see it as such. To quote him, "I drink anytime I get the opportunity to". Why always? Approval of father’s alcoholism. Why alcoholism at all? Diet + stress & coping mechanism & emotional stunting + relationship issues, and she decided she had enough after they went out for drinks.

Conclusion

Chilchuck having drunk from a young age makes sense to me and it’s the strongest narrative angle I see on the table, but that’s objectively a me opinion, yes! There’s no evidence, moreso there’s canon basis and supporting info, but it’s all very left up to interpretation. I’ve made my own interpretations of things from the scraps we see, like everyone else making Chilwife and daughters content. Wether you have a stance on the topic or prefer to leave it vague in your takes, it’ll be a matter of what you think makes most sense, or what you’d rather believe I suppose (which is literally fine)

There’s a lot of subjectivity in even just setting up causal links like you probably noticed during this and I was careful with my word choices, because we’re just extrapolating from what we see and unless Kui states it explicitly from a reliable mouth all we can do is have informed opinions on most things. This particular interpretation is influenced by other details I’ve come to form about my interpretation of Chilchuck too, the more psychological and emotional sides of him and the timeline and how his marriage even happened, unplanned pregnancy imo. Like I hope you see what I mean, this wasn’t supposed to be a speculation post just a quick simple answer but there’s sort of just no other and concise but complete way with the subjectivity nuance to put "maybe it could be yes because of this but maybe it could be no because of this" haha

Edit: Wait the phrasing on this… Interesting. "In recent years"— This does imply that if not just his alcohol consumption increasing then the diversity and quality of it did, so either he indeed did start drinking more (not necessarily meaning he didn’t drink before) assumedly because of his wife leaving, or he started drinking other/more different kinds of alcohol maybe due to the union he formed + his experience gave him greater salary than he had previously (and no wife and family to provide money for), a mix of both perhaps.

[katsune-nya]

Emma's first period.

Platonic!Emma × Reader.

Gender neutral but she calls you with the "-nee" suffix once in the beginning and you enter the restroom with her.

Mentions of Shin being dead. Grandpa Sano mentioned lmao.

You are suddenly startled by the ringing of your phone. You set your items next to the aisle and pick them up.

"Hello?"

"Y/N-nee, something is wrong." The girly voice says from the other side.

You used to be friends with Shinichiro before he passed, thanks to him you met his two younger siblings, Manjiro- no, he would throw a tantrum if you said that: Mikey, and Emma.

After the loss of their older brother, you started visiting them and their grandpa every chance you could. You helped out around when you felt like it and tried to offer some semblance of normalcy in their lives. Helping them with school work (well, forcing Mikey to do his homework), gossiping about Emma's crush, telling them stories about Shin and even guiding them through their recent start on teenagehood whenever they allowed you to.

"What? What happened? Are you OK?" You ask now concerned, already about to leave your stuff stranded there to run to the girl's rescue.

"I'm... I'm in the toilet and I'm bleeding." She responds.

You think for a moment. "Wait... Where are you bleeding from."

"Well... Down there?" She responds shyly.

"Oh, thank God." You might have forgotten to talk about one very important topic. You didn't expect it to be so soon "You'll be OK, love. You got your period. I'll be at your place in a moment. Is anyone else home?"

"Grandpa is teaching and Mikey is napping, I think."

"Alright, if you feel unwell while you wait you can try calling one of them, but I promise you'll be OK, I'm on my way." You grab some pads and snacks from a nearby shelf and get some pain meds before paying for all the items and rushing to the Sano residence.

You unlock the door with your keys that Grandpa Sano had made for you some time ago and step in, setting your bags on the dinner table and going to the restroom Emma might be in.

You knock. "Emma? It's me."

"You can come in." Says the girl, opening the door slightly.

You step inside carefully and crouch on the floor in front of her.

"It hurts..." She says softly. "I thought something was wrong..."

You get some pads from the bag you brought with you. "Here, I'll teach you how to stick them." You unwrap the pad for the girl and show her the covered sticky sides. "Now uncover the bottom one and stick it right in the middle of the underwear." She does as you say. "Perfect. Take the plastic off the wings and stick them tightly on the sides of the cloth." She does so a bit slowly, accidentally making one of the wings stick to itself and then trying again.

"Done." She says.

"Good job. I'll wait for you outside, yeah?" She nods and you leave the bathroom, putting the padded packet back in your bag and waiting for her to come out. After around a minute, she does.

You go with her to her bedroom and she immediately lays in bed with a grumpy face. "Does this mean I'm grown at least?" It's obvious she doesn't like the situation, but she always had the want to show she was already a woman, so the words just came out.

"Eh... Not really." You set the pads on her nightstand and sit next to her on the bed, caressing her honey-blonde hair. "You are bigger than you were yesterday, but you're still a kid... well, teen, and that's fine. Don't rush it."

She looks up at you with a pout and you start talking again. "This will be uncomfortable for a few days and maybe hurt a bit, but it shouldn't be too bad. If it is, we'll tell your grandpa to take you to the doctor."

"I thought it was supposed to start later?" She looks almost offended.

"Well, it depends, some get it at 8, others at 17, there's not one exact age." You caress her hair some more and she starts to relax.

"How long will it last?"

"Hmm. From three to seven days normally. Sometimes more or less."

"Ugh." That's all she says.

"You might get bloated, break out, have pain in weird parts of your body, feel fatter, uglier, weaker, more uncomfortable, or like everything sucks, but try not to listen to those thoughts too much, it's not ALL bad, you're in your period. When it's over, you'll go back to normal. Your hormones are hell right now, so don't think you're crazy if you suddenly start crying or yelling about something you don't normally even care about."

"Ugh." She groans. "That sucks."

You chuckle. "Hey, but it's a good excuse for some stuff."

"Like what?" She asks, getting in a better position with her head on your thighs.

"Well, chocolate sometimes helps with the pain, so you can eat all you want." You start. "Even though exercise can help too, you need to rest, so you can stay all day in bed, or on the couch watching TV."

She doesn't look too convinced, but she doesn't seem to dislike the ideas.

"You can go and act like a poor damsel in distress and get Mikey to do your chores for you."

Her eyes brighten. "OK, I don't have a choice, and it still sucks... But it's not ALL bad." Her expression is more relaxed now.

"Oh no, you look like you're in pain."

"What? Oh no, it's honestly not th-"

"We better have some chocolate to make it better!"

"Oh, I mean, ouch! So hurt, such pain!" she says dramatically.

•••••

I'm on my period and have older sister syndrome so I got this idea and needed to write it.

I headcanon she developed early from what we've learned.

And also like, she definitely has an obsession with seeming grown.

She deserved a good female role model ffs.

[aeoki]

Number Eight - Take a Chance: Chapter 5

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku & Niki Location: Los Angeles Townscape

TL Note:

In Japan, the legal age for drinking is 20 years old.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Half an hour later. >

Niki: Thanks a bunch, mister!

We’re not here to deliver chilli dogs, but thanks for taking the photo for us ♪

Rinne: We had to hold up chilli dogs in exchange, but we’ve finally finished our mission.

Oh, the screen’s showing “Reward GET!”. What kinda reward is it?

A credit card with three hundred dollars in it, huh. Looks like that should be enough to pay for your meals.

You should be grateful, eh, Niki~? The staff are being considerate and making sure you don’t die of starvation ♪

Niki: What’s with that snide remark…?

Rinne: But it’s the truth. How many chilli dogs did you just eat? We’re totally over budget, ya know?

Niki: Ugh… I–I guess that’s true.

Kohaku: We should save some for emergencies since we’ll be needin’ it for the rest of the show.

HiMERU: HiMERU agrees with Oukawa. We’re travelling in an unfamiliar land, so it would be best to have a little more than necessary.

Anyway, we don’t have time to be chatting like this. Let’s check the next mission and get another clue for our goal.

Who will roll the dice next? Shiina and Amagi have already done it once, so it should either be HiMERU or Oukawa next.

Kohaku: Alright. I’ll roll it then.

Our next mission is… “Give a review on the local specialities”?

Hmm~ Sounds like a pretty common mission… I wish I rolled somethin’ better.

HiMERU-han, you mentioned all those crazy things about “Number Eight”, but I suppose the show really has mellowed out in this era.

HiMERU: …………

Kohaku: HiMERU-han?

HiMERU: Well, HiMERU also thinks it’s somewhat disappointing since the missions are so easy.

I get confused every time I compare it to “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth”.

That recklessness I felt after the parachuting in the beginning has been suppressed, and it feels like a collar has been placed on “Crazy:B”.

Don’t you think so, Amagi?

Rinne: Me? Nah, not really.

…Oh. I get it, I get it ♪

“‘Crazy:B’ is a totally wild unit! Doin’ what the higher-ups tell us to do ain’t ‘Crazy:B’ at all!” That’s what you wanna say, right~?

Gyahaha, looks like Merumeru’s gotten more bold! So you’re “Crazy:B’s” biggest supporter!

HiMERU: Who are you calling who’s supporter?

…Either way, I wonder if it’s all just HiMERU’s needless fear.

Usually, you’re the first person to question those sorts of things, so seeing as you’ve not said anything, then HiMERU has nothing to say.

Alright then, let’s get on with our next mission and buy some “local specialties”. Shall we ask the locals what they recommend?

Niki: Yeah~ Should we ask the man who took the photo for us?

He was drinking in broad daylight, so I’m not sure if we’ll be able to get a proper answer out of him, though.

Kohaku: Well, he seems friendly so it might be worth a shot.

I wouldn’t know how to respond if he gives me alcohol recommendations, but surely, he wouldn’t do that to a minor[⁎].

Rinne: …Oh, go on ahead without me. I’ve gotta take care of somethin’!

Niki: ? What’s up, Rinne-kun…?

Are you trying to ditch because you think going around talking to people is a pain in the neck? If that’s true, then I won’t forgive you!

Rinne: Oi, oi. We’ve known each other for a long time, so you know what’s up, right~? I’m going to the bathroom.

So good luck with the mission! Laters!

Niki: Hey, wait, Rinne-kun! Don’t just go off on your own!

…Geez, he’s such a handful. I bet he just lied about going to the toilet just so he could ditch.

HiMERU: Hm, I wonder how true that is.

Amagi was raised from a young age to be the next leader of his village. I think his sense of responsibility that stems from the environment he was raised in affects his actions in “Number Eight”.

Kohaku: Yeah. He’s been like that since “MDM”– no, since a long time ago.

The revival of this show was supposed to be a big deal, but the reality is that they’ve removed the poison and made things more safe. I wonder if Rinne-han has some ideas.

Niki: Hm~ Who knows?

It’s true that “Number Eight” is kinda boring and feels like any average TV show, but I think Rinne-kun would still enjoy it some way or another.

That’s why I definitely think he’s ditching! I could even bet ten dollars on it!

Rinne: No take-backs, Niki. Thanks for the 10 bucks ♪

Niki: Woah, what the–!?

Rinne: Oi, oi. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are ya looking pale ‘cause I found you ditching?

Or did you guys feel lonely without me, so you waited for me to come outta the bathroom? ♪

HiMERU: No. We were worried something might’ve happened to you, Amagi.

Rinne: Gyahaha. It definitely doesn’t make me happy seeing you guys worry ‘bout me. Let’s get back to work ♪

Niki: That’s the last thing I want to hear from you.

Rinne: Come on, enough chit-chat – we don’t have time for this!

Let’s get this mission over and done with, and then we’ll enjoy a trip across America ☆

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[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

Modern Teacher Buddha x Depressed Student Reader

I can’t even remember what day it is. Yes I can, it’s Wednesday. I just don’t care. I don’t really want the weekend to come. I hate school at the same time like being here over home. I had friends, but they didn’t understand. I started feeling bad years ago, so they haven’t noticed I’ve been off for so long. My parents of course just think it’s my age. And maybe it is. Well not mostly that’s for sure. Yeah the anxiety and worsening body image probably didn’t help. But I know it was before that. I am so bubbly at school though.

Sometimes I wanna kick myself for saying ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I’m doing well!’ whenever someone asks me how I’m doing. Like no I’m not. And sometimes I just wanna stop and say ‘You know what I’m not fine’

I just want to cry and get it all out. But I don’t. I just carry on. School, home, some after school or weekend stuff. It all blurs. Sometimes I feel my best in my religions class. It’s an elective I had to take because I waited too long to select my classes and all the other ones were closed. Even if I don’t really care what we’re learning that day, I love my teacher. Buddha we call him but his last name is Mr. Guatama. He’s just such an interesting teacher. He’s so casual and laid back. Sometimes honestly he’s a little lazy about his teaching, but I love his class so much I don’t care. He’s so friendly to me. One time I took some candy off his desk from this bowl he had and he came in and IMMEDIATELY noticed it was gone. He threated to give us a quiz and give us all F’s for it if no one came forward.

I was really surprised the next day I came in and my grade was a lot lower. So after school I went and bought him a bag of candy and kept it in my bag until everyone left. Then I went up to his desk. I can still remember the conversation. 

‘M-Mr. Guatama?’ He usually didn’t make me nervous because he was so nice but the fact he actually punished everyone, I thought he was really mad. He looked up at me his eyes a little confused. I kept to myself a lot and didn’t usually talk in class unless he forced me.

‘Yes (Y/N)?’ He asked. I held up the bag and looked away.

‘I b-bought you some new candy, because I took yours yesterday.’ The other part was barely audible.

I think he actually forgot about it because he didn’t get it at first and looked at me up and down. Then it clicked.

‘Ohhhh it was YOU?!’ He said in his loud voice. I nodded 

‘I’m sorry I thought it was for everyone. I didn’t mean to’ I said sheepishly. He laughed

‘Oh my dear I forgot about that’ He laughed again ‘You could’ve gone the whole year and I never would have caught on.’ 

I tilted my head at him.

‘But you said you’d fail us and then our grades were lower today.’ Now he looked confused.

‘Eh?’ He went through his computer and after a few clicks he said ‘Ah here you are.’ He looked for a few seconds and then looked back at me taking his glasses off. 

‘Oh you forgot to turn in three assignments’ He said.

I deadpanned. ‘Oh…..’ He erupted again laughing and wiped his eyes. 

‘(Y/N) I WISH I could do that.’ He kept on

‘Thank you for the candy I do appreciate it,’ I felt my heart swell, ‘Here y’know what just turn in what you missed and I’ll fix your grade it’ll be like nothing happened.’ He said smiling and I got all flustered. 

‘Thank you I’ll do that tonight!’ I told him

‘Alright get on home then’. He said, giving me a wink. I blushed and ran out muttering another goodbye. From that day on, he would target me. Sometimes embarrass me in class but never in a way that humiliated me. And he’d say hi to me in the hall. It felt nice having that. 

Whenever he was eating the candy I bought him, he’d give me an ‘angry’ stare and eat carefully. 

Yeah his class helped a lot with what I was going though. I needed more of that comfort. Sometimes I wanted to go to him and spill my guts to him. 

I just felt so much at ease and my anxiety would dissipate when I was in his class. I wanted a dad like him. 

Things were getting worse lately and it made my mood more depressed. I dragged my feet more. My focus was bad and if I did talk it sounded dull. I didn’t think anyone noticed, I barely felt like I was there. 

Today was the worst and I couldn’t hide anything. In Buddha’s class, I sat with my head in my hand barely keeping up. I don’t think I heard a word of what he said. Which was surprising. I hadn’t seen it but he kept looking worriedly at me all class long. He also didn’t poke fun at me. No one really noticed because he poked fun at a lot of people. When class dismissed I stood up and trudged towards the door. I was moving slowly, even packing up my bag so everyone was almost out. 

A hand clamped on my shoulder. I jumped at the contact and faced Buddha. He looked shocked at my violent reaction and moved to shut the door. He pulled a chair next to his desk.

‘Sit down.’ He said softly. I perked up at this, he usually spoke so boldly, I never heard him sound so…careful. 

I sat down and dropped my bag to the floor. I felt awkward looking at him.

‘(Y/N) are you okay?’ I looked at him for a bit, I was shocked he paid that much attention.

‘Just all week you looked so quiet and upset. I always thought you were shy, but you look exhausted.’ He said. I opened and closed my mouth. I felt the tears coming but I held out. 

‘And I just touched your shoulder and you looked so frightened I didn’t expect such a bad reaction.’

‘T-There’s just a lot.’ I started. ‘I d-don’t know how to…how to explain it, I’m. I’m just uh, going through a hard time.’ I looked away from him. I turned my head up to stop the tears for a moment. I didn’t know what else to do. 

He put his hand on my knee and I jumped again. He pulled back. He looked really upset himself.

Then he put his hand back on my knee and said. ‘I’m sorry’ Right then I felt like he understood.

‘You can always talk to me.’ He said never looking away.

‘Really?’ 

‘Of course’

‘Even right now?’ He nodded at me and squeezed my knee. And then  I began

For a bit I tried dancing around what I really meant, but he connected the dots and asked me the truth. I told him. I told him so much and God the more I said the more my heart felt free and less heavy. I held in so much for God only knows how long and he listened to every word. Every now and then he said he was sorry or squeezed my knee again. 

Then I started crying. My voice kept quivering but until the end I held my tears back. Then the shame kicked in and I stopped talking and cried into my hands. 

He stood abruptly and pulled me up. I still didn’t look at him as he pulled me into a hug. He held me against him, one hand rubbing my back the other holding my head. After a while I moved my hands from my eyes and hugged him back. I kept crying into his shirt. Then he kissed my head. And I stopped crying. He did it a couple more times until I calmed down. When He pulled away to look at me I could barely look back. 

‘(Y/N), you’re a smart, beautiful, young woman. And all that you went through just makes you stronger. Please don’t hold back you can vent to me whenever you need it.’ I nodded at him and wiped my nose. I panicked when I saw the mess I left on his shirt. 

‘I’m so sorry!’ I felt so guilty

‘Oh don’t be’ He was trying to reassure me

‘I’ve had worse squirted on me.’ We were both quiet for a second.

‘Okay FUCK that came out wrong.’ And I laughed. Hard. He looked at me surprised.

‘You have such a cute laugh when it’s genuine.’ He commented. I blushed at him.

‘Thank you Buddha.’ I said. Now he really laughed at me. 

‘Whaaat?’ He asked. I blushed again.

‘That’s what you call me that’s great.’ I laughed with him. Then I got a little sad. 

‘I guess I should go home now.’ I said he looked at me empathetically. 

‘I’m always here for you (Y/N).’ He told me hugging me again.

‘Promise?’

‘I promise’

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~

‘Omg omg omg omgggg!!!’ I exclaimed running up to Buddha. I jumped onto him and hugged him. He chuckled. 

‘Good news?’

‘The best!’ He waited for me to answer.

‘I got into my first choice college!’ I was so excited. He spun me around

‘Ayyyye I knew you could do it.’ It was him though, he helped me boost my grades and with applications and gave me constant reassurance. He had given me his number so I could text him when I needed him. 

‘I need to pack, I need to get my books I need to BUY BED CURTAINS.’ I spoke dramatically He laughed at me.

‘(Y/N) it’s not until the fall calm down’ He said ruffling my hair. I smiled up at him.

‘Thank you so much’ 

‘It was all you.’

‘But I needed your help’ I told him.

‘Promise you’ll come visit me?’ I asked looking up at him.

He smiled.

‘I promise’

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid

Heyyyy it's me again. Yeah, hi.

So @buttmuncher77's earlier post about Davesport as parents got me thinking too much about it, and, well, let's just say I wasn't planning on writing 1k words of doting-father Dave, but here I am!

Is it cheesy? Yeah, probably!

Full text below the cut if links and tabs intimidate you (me too, bud)

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid

The two of them were stuffing child bodies into the dumpster out front. That was four bodies now. Just gotta get one more lone kid, should be easy enough.

But suddenly Dave’s neck whipped to the side as he stared at the corner of the building.

“Hold on one sec’.”

Jack shrugged and continued to push the boy’s corpse fully into the dumpster enough that it would close. But he suddenly heard a child-like yelp around the corner followed by a

“Gotcha!”

Dave held it up by the armpits from behind, but as he turned it around, his (metaphorical) heart unexpectedly melted while the scared girl nervously closed her tearing eyes from seeing her captor.

“Oh my god… you’re a me. You’re a me!”

The confused child chanced an open eye and saw a gigantic purple smile staring back at her. Terrified for her safety, she whimpered and intensified her struggle.

“Sportsy! Look what I got!” he said coming back from the alley.

“What, what do you– What… is that?”

The girl had purple skin.

“She’s a real live aubergine kid in the flesh! Reminds me o’ myself when I was her age! Isn’t she just neat?”

“That’s… wow.”

But Jack pulled out his knife.

“Welp, then let’s get number five over with–”

Dave dumped the kid on the ground in outrage to slap Sportsy firmly in the face.

“–OW!”

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“Wh-What!? Whaddya mean, a kid’s a kid!”

“Are ya outta yer mind!? She’s a living, breathing person!”

But the girl had made a run for it seconds ago.

“Oh no, you get back here!” He booked it after her.

Jack stood there next to the dumpster flabbergasted.

“Employee, THERE you are! What are you doing loitering out here by the dumps!? …a-and with a knife…?”

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“Look man, blame Ronaldo, he’s the one who sent me there for ‘ingredients’! The knife was just to cut off a slab of some of the meat.”

“Well never do ‘errands’ for Ronaldo ever again! Am I clear?”

“Yes, chef,” he said sarcastically.

“Right then. Back to work you go.” He waved him off.

“Now where the heck has Dave gone off to…”

But as he approached his office to check the cameras, he was met with Dave and some kid messing with the computer.

“What are you doing?”

“O-Oh, hey Scott!” He hurried his typing.

“What is a child doing in this employee-only space?”

“Didn’t you know?” The hurried typing intensified until he finished with a triumphant click after which he swiveled around to reveal a smug smile.

“It’s Bring-your-kid-to-work Day today. Or did ya miss the company-wide memo?”

“What.”

“See fer yourself!”

Sure enough, the company newsletter had a typo-ridden section about it being “brign your kid to word day (sic)".

“But how the heck do you have a kid!? There’s no way you’re a father!?” The concern in Scott’s voice was uncannily sincere.

“C’mon kid, lemme show ya the robots!”

He grabbed her wrist, and she complied, still greatly confused and terrified.

“Th-That’s not a good id– …wh-what…”

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“See kid? This one here’s a rabbit! Y’know, ‘hop hop!’ and all that? Eh?”

She was too intimidated by the 7ft faceless monstrosity towering over her to respond.

“Eggplant, my fucking face is gone.”

“Ah fuck off, rabbit. I wouldn’t give it to ya if I had it.”

“Ouch.”

“Alright, you seem bored, where should we go next?–”

“Dave.”

“Huh?”

“Saferoom. Now.”

“C’mon, who wants to see me n’ my pal dress up and dance?”

Jack smacked his own face as he marched toward the Saferoom hallway.

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“C’mooon, old sport, let’s keep her!”

“Dave, we’re child murderers! Not kidnappers! She’s seen too much, we can’t just–”

“How DARE you! You wouldn’t rat on us, now wouldya?”

The girl shuddered as two rotten faces suddenly turned toward her, but she vehemently shook her head.

“Y’don’t really talk much, do ya?”

She stared back.

“What’s yer name?”

She looked down in front of her feet.

“Dave, she probably has parents looking for her! O-Or some kind of authorities–?”

“Tah, no way Jose! She’s a tried and true street rat for sure!”

He knelt to pet her on the head with pride. She persevered through it as if her life depended on it.

“Well kid, if you’re gonna give us yer name, now’s the time t’speak up! Otherwise, we’re gonna name ya!”

“Dave, don’t get attached to it. Don’t name her.”

“Geez, I didn’t realize my partner here was such a heartless bitch!”

“Wh– WE KILL KIDS DAVE!”

“I don’t see what that has to do with you bein’ such an asshole to her!”

Jack was stunned into silence.

“Aright, Pruny, it’s just an hour and a half left of our shift, and then we’ll show ya your new home!”

“What new home!?”

“Yours, genius!”

“No! Take her home yourself!”

“Please, I hardly have what one would consider a ‘home!’ She deserves a warm, loving abode with a soft bed and food in the fridge! One like yours.”

“Fine, we’ll take her to an orphanage then!”

The girl let out a nervous gasp, and Dave was livid.

“You really are heartless. Why the fuck would you ever say that!?”

Startled, Jack decided remaining silent would be the best way to de-escalate Dave’s unexpected outburst.

“C’mon, Pruny, let’s go find that creepy ass virgin and get you a new shirt. Which robot ya want on it?”

“‘Pruny?’ C’mon, don’t be mean to the poor girl!”

“Whaddya mean? I think it’s a cute name! A cute name for an adorable little aubergine girl!”

Dave bent to pick her up and put her on his shoulders, and he was met with surprisingly little resistance from the confused girl as he did so.

Jack decided not to argue. Arguing would mean suggesting a better name of his own, and Jack would have enough sympathy to give her any other name than Pruny.

And he knew that that would be the first step to attachment.

(Chapter 2) ->

[zestylemonsz]

My opinion on bsd ships so you know me better ig

(I ship many things btw)

Soukoku - My love, my life, my happiness. You will catch me reading fics of this ship

Shin Soukoku - It's nice, but it's a bit slow burn. If that makes sense? I love the art though

Ranpoe - Adorable. I look at the art and cry tears of happiness. I want them to be happy together

Dazatsu - I'm not against you for shipping it, but I don't ship it myself. I prefer these two to be platonic, rather than romantic

Kunizai - Amazing. Beautiful. I love it. You will catch me looking at everything I can find of these two

Odazai - Eh. I don't ship it, and it's not something I want to see. Platonic is fine, but romantic is not something I'd like to look at

Fyolai - Delicious. Perfect. I love it, and I ship it. I don't look at this ship as much as others, but I still look at stuff from it

Fyozai - Sure, why not? I ship it, but I rarely look at stuff from it

Fukumori - Mixed emotions. I don't know. It's like a cake that's so unbearable to look at, but tastes fine

Dazaku - No. Platonic is eh. Romantic is no. I don't look at this ship, and don't plan on it

Souheki - I ship it. I barely look at anything to do with this ship, but it is nice. I'm not a hater

Odango - Yes. I will inhale this ship if given the opportunity to

Nikozai - Why? I don't ship it, but it's okay, I guess

Suegiku - I'd ship it if I saw more stuff of them. I barely interact with this ship, but I'm not against it in any form

Mushipoe - No thanks. I don't hate it, but I don't like it that much

Ranpoguri - Also a no. Again, I don't hate it. It's just not for me

Steincraft - I have practically never interacted with this ship. I don't hate it, and am willing to look at it more

Chuuaku - Not for me. I see them as friends, not as romantic interests. Platonic is fine, and I'd prefer it over romantic

Chuuran - This is fine. I barely see it, but I don't hate it

Kuniran - I don't hate it, but I don't ship it personally

Kunikatai - This is lovely. I will eat this ship if I can. I want to see more of this ship, even if I barely interact with it

Doppoe - Why? Ship it if you want, but I just don't see it. This is not for me

Dazango - No. I don't like it. Platonic is eh, romantic is a no for me

Sigzai - It's alright. I know Sigma doesn't have a canon age, even though he was made from the book three years ago. I see the art, it's cute, but I prefer platonic over romantic

(give me more slash ships if there is any I missed)

Kousano - This is nice. This is pretty. I like it, I ship it, I barely interact with it

Higugin - Nice. I don't hate this ship. I think it's a good ship

Montcott - I prefer platonic. It is fine with me either way, though

Harunaomi - Why? I don't see it, really. I'd love them to interact more. I think this is better as platonic

(give me more femslash, this was all I could find)

Tachigin - Nice. Enemies? Rivals? I don't know, but it's cute

Ranposano - No thanks. I don't see it. They have more of a sibling bond to me. I'd prefer platonic

Atsulucy - Yes. I ship it, and I love it. It's very cute

Kyoukenji - Only platonic. Strictly platonic. It's cute, and I want them to farm together

Akuhigu - It's okay. It's not for me, but I don't hate it

(give me more het ships if you want)

Any ships containing incest is automatically a no. Any ship with minor x adult is a no. Any ship with minor x minor is fine when platonic, not romantic/sexual

[oh-no-the-hyperfixations]

Flight rising TMA fandragons pt 3 of 3

This will contain spoilers

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This one will be slightly different than the last, the first Three are done and completed, the Rest are ones i have skries for but are yet to be created.

Annabelle cane- i wanted her to be an imperial to show she was not only on the same Level as elias but really surpassed him. Crackle and foam gave the perfect texture of cobwebs that i was looking for- she was not that difficult to find the right dragon for but her outfit is a touch difficult to complete due to cost.

Oliver banks- easily my favorite side character. his colors were insanely difficult to find with the eyes i needed. I wanted to give him a sort of victorian undertaker who’s also a big nerd. His wings are Saturn which give this wonderful rooting texture with small nods to the Eye sprinkled throughout, i gave him teacups so that he could sit and have a conversation with comatose jon

Hezikiah wakely- not only did i need to have an avatar if the buried but i do genuinely love his character- a grave digger who’s jealous of the dead? Sign me up!! I wanted to have him look as though he’s Covered in wet mud like he’s only been digging and nothing else

These next ones are incomplete and are subject to change ^^

Georgie barker- i wanted something soft and fun for her color scheme like she made it herself, i wanted to reference What the ghost and her possible affiliation with the end. I’m like Halfway through finding the pairing that’ll give me her colors but it’s slow going.

Callum brodie- he was one i made ages ago, not super settled on his colors but for now it should work, i thought a banescale was a good fit cause they remind me of little hellions

Jordan kennedy-i thought my collection was severely lacking more corruption themed dragons and went to work designing this silly, i thought his wings would look like ants but ehh we’ll see if that becomes his final look or not

Jude perry- genuinly the most difficult dragon i’ve had to scry- nothing looks right on her- like it doesn’t Match the sort of Fire i see her with. This wa sthe Best i could figure and it still feels off

Breekon and hope- i wanted them to look similar to mannequins and circus tent, i think i managed that alright but i still might change them some.

Nikolia orsinov- i’m Beyond excited to make this one, i’ve Been super excited for nearly a year- it is nigh Impossible to find a dragon With those colors And correct eyes. Eh i’ll figure it out as i go along ^^

Any others i should look into making?

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two 119

Nyota was glad to have Lumen’s shoulder to lean on subtly as they returned to the medbay. Hadley caught her eye and grinned.

“Your hands are shaking there, Captain. You have too much coffee?”

Nyota’s best answer was a grimace, which earned her a knowing laugh.

Lumen chuckled and nudged Nyota along. “Come on, ma’am. Next one down’s yours.”

“As you say.” His warm hands were very soothing as weariness and caffeine jitters waged their private war over her joints. The heat worked its way between the combatants and she relaxed with a quiet sigh.

Lumen patted her shoulder. “That does it, eh? Sit tight and I’ll get ya some water so ya don’t get a noggin-cracker tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

Nyota watched him head over to the sink, playing over the evening’s events in her head. As he handed the full glass to her, she led in with a small smile. “So, you and Namina, then?”

“I can’t tell if you’re just playin’ with me, or if ya actually ain’t surprised, Captain.” Lumen chuckled warmly, but there was an odd little flicker to his glow that Nyota hadn’t seen there before.

“I’ll let you decide that one.” She took a long drink and paused. “You don’t seem happy, Lumen.”

“Well, ain’t yer eye sharp?” He waved her off half-heartedly. “Don’t ya mind it, Captain. Jus’ wishful thinkin’.”

The words hung in the air, and drew her question out slow and soft, like a sliver of glass. “There’s more to this than I see, isn’t there?”

Lumen made a quiet static sound. “Sure is, ma’am. See, it ain’t me and Fern-fangs. I think it’s him and Eldie.”

Nyota took this in slowly and carefully. This was delicate ground, and with what Lumen had told her before of his hesitant, too-slow interest in Sonny’s mother… “He has been bolder with her,” she said, keeping her voice as close to neutral as she could. “Not really reckless like he is with the rest of us. Showing off, nearly.”

Lumen nodded. “That is showin’ off, for a floran. When they got someone they want to stick by, they get all…” He waved his hands with another noise of frustrated static. “Careful-like, I guess. Show off them fangs but make sure ya don’t eat dirt with them, does that make sense?”

Nyota nodded and set the glass down. “I think I see it, then. How odd…” She chuckled quietly. “How exactly unlike humans.” It stung, deep in her chest, as she realized she did not know what it was like for apex. Not what it was supposed to be like.

Lumen flickered and dimmed. “That’s right, ma’am. It sure is funny.” He brightened a little again, in a way that felt like a forced smile. “So, I thought I’d show Eldie how it’s done a bit. Got SAIL to tell me a few tricks, offered to help. She ain’t as stubborn as some folks I know, see.”

Nyota took the friendly jab with a smile—Lumen needed it right now. “Has she learned well?”

He snorted and made his plasma fizz like a shaken soda. “Golly but I hope not. Ya heard the fool I did out there. Shucks but I’m rusty, ain’t I… used to be right good at this sort of thing when I was Sonny’s age. But that was half a century ago, I guess. Ain’t short even by a nova’s age. Still, it made her laugh, and that’s alright.”

Ah. There it was. “You want to be happy for them,” Nyota said gently.

Lumen nodded, just once, and left his head bowed. “I sure do, ma’am.”

She offered a hand. “But it’s hard when you feel sad for yourself.”

He sighed and took her hand. “A hundred years old is too dang old to feel like this.”

“That’s what I said about twenty-eight,” Nyota replied solemnly. “Which one, then? Or both?”

He hummed with a deep note of appreciation that she hadn’t heard in a long time. “Both indeed. Ya do see bright. That’s what got me so riled, I think. Can’t have both, can I?”

“Why not?” Nyota looked straight at him as he straightened up with a startled whirr. “Apex tend toward pairs, but not always. And Floran have never quite followed the ‘rules’ that others might set out for them. Go ahead. Ask them.” She gripped his hand tighter. “Lumen. You really do have nothing to lose.”

“Ya really sure?” He was shaking a little, with laughter and with something out of her reach.

Nyota folded her other hand over his. “You’re afraid of losing them. Listen to me. I have loved and lost too many times, and I think you have too, haven’t you?”

“Now that ain’t fair, readin’ me so,” he protested, his usually warm orange glow muted by swirling, confused, unhappy clouds.

Nyota gave him a sharp look and he quieted down. “Lumen,” she said, “we may lose either way, even if we don’t reach. Why not reach, then?” She put a hand over her heart, over the pale scar. “Believe me. You do have nothing to lose.”

“Golly.” He broke off with a sigh, like metal relaxing as the heat went out of it, but the heat stayed in his hands and voice. “Well. Well, ain’t it the purdiest irony for my captain to be tellin’ me to follow my heart?” He reached up as if aiming to flick her nose, keeping back just enough that she felt the barest whisper of static from his shell. “Ya know I ain’t got a heart, right?”

She smiled, her own heart so warm with the mischief and moment. “Your brand, Lumen. Have you looked in the mirror?”

He might have been Sonny for a moment there, laugh whistling almost as high as her teakettle chimes, bright as a fire. “Darnit, ya got me there. Tarnation, ma’am. And thank ya kindly. I ain’t ready. But ya watch. I’m gonna try.”

[naquey]

Body Swap?!

Sebun and Uno get body swapped. No one knows how it happened. No one knows why it happened. It just happened. Out of nowhere.

From the moment Uno woke up everything absolutely hurt. He was in astonishing pain. All this hurt and pain made waking up even harder, it took him a while to roll over or even open his eyes. He wanted to go back to sleep. Maybe this was Nico's doing? Something weird always happened with him and his medicine.

When he turned over and finally opened his eyes he was met with a splitting headache from the sun streaming directly on his face. Instead of his friends and the cell in building 13 he was met with a far different sight. Those inmates from building 5 were in the cell with him. Scrambling to his feet he held his pillow in front of him.

"Where the hell did you come from?!"

"What do you mean? We're your cellmates." The old man- Qi gave him a strange look.

"Sebun did you hit your head?" Liang asked, he was worried but tried hard not to show it.

"We aren't cellmates! I'm an inmate of building 13!"

"He definitely hit his head." Upa sighed, clicking his tongue.

Wait. Did Liang call him Sebun? His name was Uno! Looking down at his hands he noticed the bandages. The only other person he knew that had bandages on his hands was Sebun. What was going on?!

"Alright inmates! Time for breakfast!" Samon opened the cell door. At least he was less harsh than Hajime from what he heard. "Oh, inmate seven. I'll be taking you to the doctors this time. I have Houdzuki doing errands for me."

Uno blinked twice hearing this. Did Sebun go to the doctors often? Was something wrong with him?

Realizing that Samon was watching and waiting for him to step out of the cell he hesitated for a second. His bones were screaming at him and his joints felt like they were bleeding from the inside.

"Are you flaring up again? I'll get the wheelchair."

Did Sebun really deal with this all day? He blinked when he saw Samon bring in a wheelchair. His body relaxed once he sat down. Shoulders still hunched, his mind still alert.

Was he in Sebun's body?

After breakfast Samon was taking him to the infirmary. Uno was playing with the ends of his(Sebun's) hair absentmindedly. He stared down at his feet while he thought. Normally, Sebun was carefree and never showed it but Uno couldn't imagine always putting on a façade even though he was in constant pain every single second of the day.

"How does he do this?" He accidentally asked aloud.

"Eh? How does who do this?"

"I- Uh- You! How do you always take me to the infirmary and not... Get annoyed?" In his head Uno was patting himself on the back for a good cover up.

"It's my job. I think if my brother were here he would also give you some compassion and understanding too. I've.. learned it from him."

Uno felt like he was going to cry. Samon was leagues better than Hajime is at building thirteen. He didn't want to find a way to reverse this, maybe he could even get used to being in pain all the time.

Maybe.

The moment he woke up something felt wrong. His body wasn't aching, his head wasn't hurting. There was nothing. Relishing in this feeling for just a bit longer he hoped that Samon wouldn't mind. If the supervisor was in his shoes he would understand.

Then the cell door opened scaring him.

"God damnit! It's way past wake up!"

Samon was never let with wakeup....

He turned over and recognized the unfamiliar surroundings. Noticing that those three from building 13 were scared awake by the shouting. He yelped when he was pulled out of bed.

"You shits should have been up ages ago!"

So this was Hajime Sugoroku. Sebun narrowed his eyes and batted the supervisors hands away. He was not happy that he was with Hajime. Where was Samon? Houdzuki? Someone far better than this shit-for-brains power hungry asshole.

"Hey, Uno. Don't you wake up early to begin your skincare routine?" The emo- Jyuugo asked.

Why did he call him Uno? What was a skincare routine?

"Now that I think about it, Uno doesn't normally sleep in." Nico commented.

"That's the last thing I care about right now! Clean up your futons and get to the cafeteria for breakfast!" Hajime barked.

"Okay, I have had enough of your stupid yelling! It would help if you at least didn't try to rush us. We did wakeup late because you didn't come to get us." Sebun put his hands on his(Uno's) hips.

"The fuck you say to me inmate?" The supervisor cracked his knuckles.

"I said--"

Sebun ducked when Hajime went to hit him, maneuvering around the gorilla of a man with ease. He noticed pink and yellow hair out of the corner of his eye and suddenly it clicked.

Yesterday, Vera was talking about this body switching movie from America. Freaky Friday? Something like that. Of course, because nothing normal happens at this prison, he and Uno just had to switch bodies. Right?

But knowing that would ruin the fanfiction, no? Sebun didn't want to ruin it but he also didn't want to fall for whatever outdated trope this was.

"Just get to the cafeteria!" Hajime yelled in his face.

"Your breath stinks..." Sebun muttered.

After breakfast on their end Sebun was walking back. For once he could look down at his hands and actually see hands, even if they were Uno's. He liked the color of his nail polish and the feel of his hair. No one commented how he just put it in a ponytail instead of the braid it was worn in consistently.

He hoped at least Uno was having fun with a nicer supervisor than Hajime. He himself was having the time of his life not being in pain or needing a wheelchair. It was still there in the back of his mind but he knew this body wasn't actually in constant pain.

By now he would have gone to the infirmary, but he didn't need to at the moment. Just as they were returning to their cells Yamato came up to Hajime and the inmates. He always had this bright smile and a jolly attitude.

"Ah, supervisor! Do you think the inmates cared to join me and 99 for some training?"

A lightbulb went off in his head.

"I'd love to join you!" Sebun blurted out.

"This is a new development! No. 11 you practically avoid training!" Yamato laughed, clapping him on the back rather harshly.

Sebun was never allowed to train at building 5 unless the doctors said he could. He had the opportunity to experience training like Liang and Upa. No longer sitting on the side lines.

"There's something different about you today, Uno." Tsukumo eyed him curiously. Nodding to himself.

"Oh, well, you know me. Full of energy!" Sebun spoke with his hands, something Uno didn't do.

"We'll be going to building 5, again!" Yamato announced, grinning from ear to ear.

When Uno and Sebun met it was like they were staring at themselves in an out of body experience. Sebun was wearing a purple tracksuit, a grin plastered on his own face.

"Oh no, no, no, no. You are not training with my body!" Uno snapped.

"You can't just sit and do nothing with mine!" Sebun fired back.

For a moment Uno wanted to be mad, wanted to be furious but he saw how happy Sebun looked. Sighing he played with the ends of his(Sebun's) hair.

"Fine. You can train, but only because I know everything hurts and you finally have a chance not to feel bad."

"Thank you so much! You're the best!" Sebun brought Uno for a hug. It wasn't actually that awkward hugging yourself.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it. When we swap back though, I'm going to get you back for this." Uno chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Sebun tilted his head like a curious puppy.

"You'll know when the time comes."

"Thanks, Uno!"

It was an accident, involuntary. He wasn't thinking. Kissing Uno's cheek without a thought in the world before he ran off to join Tsukumo. Uno felt his face flush, it was the body's reaction. Not his own. He stared wide eyed at a spot on the ground.

Did Sebun just kiss him?!

The two returned to their bodies the following day. Sebun was greeted with the same unfathomable pain that greeted him every morning and Uno was pleasantly surprised to see his nail color changed from blue to purple.

There were, of course, little things they learned about each other.

Sebun got to learn that Uno was very self conscious even if he tried not to show it, Kiji had stopped by and of course what he said was upsetting to hear. Come on, a 2 out of 100 makes no sense.

Uno learned that Sebun wasn't good at math. He was horrible at it. Actually, he learned that Sebun still needed to do homework. Homework that Kiji gave him. It was a plus not hearing the pheasant call him a 2 out of 100.

The blonde found Sebun sitting under a tree reading. He was always reading. The inmate brought a book of his own this time. Sitting silently next to Sebun he opened his book without a word.

"You brought a book?" Sebun asked. He never spoke first.

"Yeah."

"Don't tell me it's because you don't want to do anything that involves moving around." The purple-haired inmate laughed.

"No, I just want to sit here with you."

"That's... New."

"Is that bad?"

"No, no. It's just weird, is all."

"Y'know what else is weird?" Uno asked.

Sebun hummed in response.

"Getting kissed on the cheek."

"I didn't mean too!" His face flushed red.

"Oh, you didn't mean too?" Uno faked a frown, pretended to be hurt.

"Wait- Fuck, that's not-"

"I know, I know! I'm just teasing you!"

"Asshole..." Sebun muttered.

"Right back at you."

A beat passed between the two as they settled into their books. Sebun reading some type of romance novel and Uno... He chose a fictional adventure.

"Hey, this is out of the blue but, you deserve way more than 2 points. You're at least a 90 out of 100."

"Excuse me?!"

[custardmylovewrites]

☘ Requiem for Yesterday // chapter 4

WARNINGS: none for this chapter! :D

WORD COUNT: 3k

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“Professor Laventon has told me how you helped secure his pokemon when they slipped his control.”

Captain Cyllene started, giving the Professor a brief glance before focusing onto Kobii. He just nodded mutely, her stern face demanding respect. It made him feel a bit scared, but he couldn’t help but think that he had seen an expression like that before… And at that time, more than people’s first thoughts of him were at risk…

“And now it seems he would like us to feed and house you in exchange for ongoing labour.”

She gave him a look up and down, much like how the canteen owner did only a few minutes ago, her face however hid her opinions on his looks much better than his had. Or she simply did not care.

“Hmm.. You look to be fifteen or so,”

She mused. Kobii at this couldn’t quite decide if she was right or not. While the age didn’t sound far off he didn’t feel as if it was correct. He nodded anyways, not wanting to think more about that train of thought and what worry it could bring.

‘Train of thought..’ Before he could dwell more on the familiar yet somewhat confusing phrase, Cyllene continued to speak with a nod of her head,

“Quite old enough to earn your keep.”

The professor grinned and placed a hand on Kobii’s shoulder, giving him a congratulatory pat before the Captain continued.

“But we can’t simply take on a stranger who wanders in among us, without any idea of their skills or origins.”

‘Oh. That might be a bit of a problem.’

“Tomorrow we will see if you can prove yourself worthy.”

She finished. Laventon, seemingly unfazed by this just patted Kobii’s shoulder before he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his lap coat,

“Oho! A most reasonable decision, Captain. Now, would you care to join us for a meal? I’m sure you’ve got plenty of questions for our visitor!”

He exclaimed, much to Kobii’s own reluctance. He really just wanted at this point to know if he’d at least get somewhere to sleep for tonight, some time to himself to sort out his mind and for this dammed headache to go away. Talking with Captain Cyllene would only make two of those wants harder to achieve. To his delight, the Captain shook her head,

“That’s quite alright. I prefer to eat alone so that I might enjoy my meals without disruption.”

With that, she considered the conversation over and walked between the small group they had formed and disappeared into the rattan building, the door gently closing shut behind her, leaving the Professor, Kobii and Akari, and perhaps the guard standing outside the Headquarters building behind them listening in, alone.

“Aloof as always I see.”

Laventon muttered while shaking his head before turning his attention to Kobii,

“Well, No matter! The rest of us can share a meal and some pleasant conversation, then, eh?”

He grinned at both Kobii and Akari who shook her head slightly at his actions.

“Beni, old chum!”

Laventon suddenly yelled at the building, making Kobii jump and cover his ears with his hands. He did not miss the slight chuckle from Akari across from him as she covered her ears too.

“The usual potato mochi, if you please – but make it three for today!”

He finished yelling his order, no doubt disrupting the locals. However, as Kobii got a sneaky glimpse around, it seemed no one was bothered, or perhaps they had simply just gotten used to him ordering in such a way. The sentiment felt familiar, but Kobii brushed it off for now.

“Come now you two, let’s take a seat.”

Laventon smiled before sitting himself down on the bench outside the canteen, Akari taking the spot next to him leaving Kobii to take the seat across from them both. Although he felt a bit awkward sitting right across from them where they could stare at him all they wanted, he did appreciate not having to look out into the street behind him where the locals were still going about their normal afternoons.

Professor Laventon seemed to jump straight into conversation with Akari, asking her about her day. Kobii kept his gaze on the table in front of him, not knowing if it was alright if he heard what they were talking about. In the end, he settled on it was fine and they wouldn’t talk about things we shouldn’t know right in front of him. Well, from what Kobii had witnessed, maybe Professor Laventon would. Akari seems like the more responsible one of the unlikely duo.

“You focused on the land around Aspiration hill today like I suggested, didn’t you?”

The Professor asked to which Akari shrugged,

“More or less. I chased around a starly that headed towards Floaro Gardens so I did some observations there before I headed back to camp.”

“Akari, what did I say about going into areas with more dangerous pokemon while you’re still recovering.”

The Professor huffed with a displeased frown, to which Akari just shook off his concern with her hand,

“I’ll be fine Professor, I’ve been stuck inside the village for a week now, I’ve got to try and catch up on all the data collection time I’ve lost.”

It looked like Laventon was going to respond but was interrupted when the door to the canteen opened and the cranky old man that had yelled at Kobii earlier came out with a few plates of potato mochi balanced in his arms. Kobii thought he looked pretty mellow and approachable until the man noticed him and the sour frown from earlier returned as he placed the plates onto the table, pointedly placing them all right in front of Akari and the Professor.

“Wonderful stuff, Beni! Much obliged. Your potato mochi never fail to please!”

Laventon complimented as Kobii spied Akari taking a sneaky mochi from the Professor’s plate who either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Beni nodded with a smile at Laventon before shooting a snide glare at Kobii and went back inside the canteen.

They all stayed silent at the table until Beni had shut the door behind him when Akari turned to Laventon,

“Professor Laventon, Where exactly did you meet our…”

She paused, glancing at Kobii,

“… Visitor here?” She finished.

“Ah, well, you know of that great hole in the sky? The one people call the space-time rift?” Laventon asked to which Akari just gave him an unimpressed look.

“Oh, that hole in the sky, I thought you meant the other one – of course I know what hole in the sky you mean Professor.” She grumbled before a look of surprise washed over her.

“Wait, you don’t mean…”

Laventon nodded and grinned with a clap,

“Yes, our new friend fell right out of it!”

He finished as if it made logical sense and reached for a potato mochi from the plate in front of him as Akari looked between him and Kobii.

“You can’t be serious.”

She settled on, giving him a deadpanned look. All Kobii could do in that situation was give a slight smile, still not quite believing it himself.

Laventon nodded before shaking his head and frowning,

“Come now – I am a scientist!” He took a bite of mochi before continuing, looking up to the evening sky, a magnificent orange colour.

“My job is to observe and explain any and all phenomena. I only concern myself with facts!”

Akari didn’t seem convinced but didn’t continue to voice her thoughts on the matter, taking another mochi for herself before pushing the third plate towards Kobii, gesturing that he could eat some if he wanted. As the Professor began to speak again, seemingly about a slightly unrelated topic, Kobii hesitantly tried one of the mochi, taking a small bite.

“Now, you already know there are many pokemon here in the Hisui region…” Akari nodded, swallowing her food before she spoke,

“That there are—in the grass, in forests, by water, wherever they like.” She shrugged,

“Our job as the Survey Corps is to research them and find out what type of creatures they are!”

Laventon nodded as she spoke before sighing and facing the sky again, letting his arms cross across his chest.

“Well, we know this much… pokemon are terrifying creatures!”

That sentence, for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint, made Kobii feel uncomfortable. It was wrong, pokemon weren’t terrifying, maybe some of them were a little scary but most of them would never attack a person without a reason, well that’s what he thought.

But as Kobii continued to think he realised he didn’t really have any basis to back that up, he had only met three pokemon; Cyndaquil, Rowlet and Oshawott. While they were quite small and harmless enough, dare he even think cute, that was three out of… who knows how many. Because of all of this, and that he couldn’t even really say what a pokemon was right now, Kobii kept his thoughts to himself, opting to focus on the potato mochi in his hands.

“It’s all but impossible to know what kinds of powers they might posses or what sorts of wonderous things they could do!”

The Professor continued, sighing, and shaking his head before smiling and turning to Akari again,

“But that’s where Kobii will come in!” He announced, much to both Akari and Kobii’s confusion,

“He successfully caught three pokemon! Three of them in quick order, you understand! Nobody in the Galaxy Team is capable of a feat such as that. This means we can finally begin our Pokemon research in earnest!” He continued, unaware or ignoring Akari’s obvious doubtful look.

“Three!? We have a hard enough time catching even one when wild pokemon come after us…” Akari said to which the Professor put a hand to his chin,

“Ah, well, to be fair, the pokemon that fled to the beach weren’t on the attack.” He admitted.

“But the key to catching pokemon is getting close enough to aim your pokeball. And well it seems our new friend is fearless enough to do just that!” He smiled.

“Oh, um, I don’t think I’m necessary fearless…” Kobii added, not wanting them to get the wrong idea about him. While he didn’t consider himself a scaredy cat, he still got scared sometimes, not that he could currently remember what he was scared of or why. If only his headache would just go away already.

“Nonsense! After all-“ Laventon started before the door to the canteen was slammed open and the older man from before came stomping back out,

“Does the Survey Corps really have the leeway to be enjoying a meal with this outsider?” He demanded, standing behind Kobii who didn’t turn around, not wanting to anger or annoy the man he presumably annoyed already by just existing.

“Your captain just ordered ten whole portions of potato mochi, you know. The slow progress on that Pokedex of yours clearly has her on edge.” He jabbed, to which Akari just sighed and looked back down and continued eating the mochi on her plate. Kobii noticed Laventon trying to keep his face in a polite expression. At least that’s what he assumed that look the Professor had was supposed to be.

“I’m sure we’ll start to reign in the good captain’s stress eating soon enough. Now have your fill Kobii!” He grinned at him. Kobii had a slight smile and nodded, picking up the food from his plate once again. It was pretty good food, if you could ignore the glare that he was sure was coming from Beni.

“And think! If you make it into the Galaxy Team, you’ll never have to worry about a meal again! The team provides for all it’s members’ needs – even if those members fell from the sky!” The Professor chuckled, making Kobii’s smile a bit bigger and Akari smirk as she tried to focus on her own meal. Kobii was sure that if the Professor didn’t finish his own plate soon, Akari would start to sneak mochi from his plate.

The sound of footsteps and the canteen’s door sliding shut let Kobii know that Beni had left them be, his shoulders relaxing.

“Don’t worry about Beni. He’s a good man, if not a little paranoid at times.” Laventon said, trying to make him feel better. Kobii just nodded. Akari looked up from her plate,

“So, you really fell from the sky like the Professor said?”

“W-well, I don’t really remember, but he said that’s what he saw.” Kobii explained, Laventon nodding along.

“I just woke up on the beach and then the Professor and his pokemon found me.” Kobii shrugged, biting into another piece of mochi.

“And you’re sure that’s what you saw? You didn’t just see a bird or something did you?” Akari turned to face Laventon, suspicious.

“Of course it was him, his silhouette was much too unique to be a bird.” He insisted.

“That said, are you sure you’re alright, my boy? No major injuries or the such?” Kobii shook his head, finishing his last piece of mochi.

“No, at least I don’t think so. I just have a headache really..” Akari looked like she still didn’t believe them but she didn’t voice any objections she had.

“My, I suppose that’s good then. I will admit, I was surprised to find you in such a good condition as I did.” Laventon added.

“Oh! How is your head? Is your memory still quite as addled as it was on the beach?”

“Memory?” Akari asked, glancing at the Professor before looking at Kobii.

“At Prelude Beach Kobii didn’t seem to recognise the name or where we were..” Laventon further explained before allowing Kobii to say more himself.

How was his memory? When he tried to think about anything before the beach, his headache just seemed to spike.

“Um, I… I can’t really remember much of anything, at least I don’t think so..” He shook his head,

“Whenever I try and think about before the beach, my head hurts.” The Professor gave him a slight worried frown meanwhile Akari looked up from her attempt at stealing a mochi from Lavender’s plate.

“Like, nothing?” Kobii shook his head.

“Sorry, nothing really apart from my name.” He decided to keep the part about knowing what types of pokemon the pokemon from earlier were to himself, considering the opinions he had observed so far.

“Hmm.. Well, We’ll have to go visit the Medical Corps when you join the Galaxy Team. I’m sure that even if they can’t help us with your memory, a quick check up would do good for you.” Laventon smiled, Akari and Kobii nodding.

“But for now, we should get going! It’s quite late already and what you need my boy is some sleep to set you right for tomorrow.” He announced, standing up now that his plate had been cleared. Kobii was sure that most of it had been eaten by Akari.

Now that Kobii focused around him, the sun had set and the stars were starting to appear in the sky. He looked up in awe as he stood. For some reason, seeing so many stars felt novel to him.

“That was quite delicious! Quite delicious indeed!” Laventon exclaimed as he stretched.

“Yes, the food was lovely. But more importantly… you do remember Kobii has a trial to pass to join the Survey Corps, don’t you?” Akari added, a hand on her hip and giving a small, worried look towards Kobii. He appreciated the concern, but all this talk of a mysterious trial was starting to make him feel more nervous than he already was. Kobii was sure this much stress as his age wasn’t good nor normal.

The Professor didn’t seem nearly as worried as Akari was,

“No way! I have complete confidence Kobii’s skills!” He grinned, doing an excited motion with his hands.

The door to the canteen slid open and the Captain walked out, looking as serious as ever,

“Let’s hope it isn’t misplaced.” She came to stand in between Akari and Kobii, hands behind her back as she stood rigidly.

“’Kobii,’ was it?” He nodded.

“For tonight, at least, we will provide you with a place to sleep. You may use our quarters there.” She nodded towards a row of buildings down the street.

“But if you fail to pass the trial we put to you tomorrow, you must move on. You will be expelled from the village to meet your fate – and perhaps your death – in the wilds.” She said as she walked off back towards the large building.  That alone made Kobii’s blood turn cold. Death? They would just.. send him off to what they assumed could very well be his death if he didn’t prove he was useful?

The thought shook him to his core in a way he didn’t understand. The threat of dying wasn’t new, he couldn’t remember why it wasn’t new but in his bones he knew it was something he had faced before. No, that wasn’t what disturbed him. It was that an adult was so ready to lead him to such a fate, at his age no less!?

‘Was it weird for people to have this mentality to him because of his age?’

He couldn’t remember why it was strange, people should work hard and help their community in hard times, but exile and death seemed… a bit harsh for some reason he couldn’t articulate.

“Captain Cyllene’s somewhat like Hisui, in that they’re both quite harsh.” Akari commented, pulling Kobii out of the downward spiral of worry he had begun to descend as he turned back to face her and the Professor.

“Now now, she simply puts on a stern front to help keep us all safe.” Laventon said, giving Akari a pat on the head which she seemed not too fond of but also used to.

“At any rate, I think it’s time we turned in for the night, eh?”