#anyway that’s enough personal rambling for tonight lol

[theminecraftbee]

actually I am genuinely busy even outside of the mythical “real life concerns” that I have. the upcoming few months, so if you’re curious:

I’m helping mod @mcytrecursive! (you should go join, it’s going to be really fun, if a bit, er, on the heavier “we are asking you to fill out paperwork” side of exchanges, haha.)

Another Secret Thing Don’t Worry About It You’ll Know Soon Enough

I wanna finish faedaph in the next few days

even outside of “persona and hermitcraft will take all my free time” I like, guarantee I will end up writing a bunch of fic for the new season like I always do, so I should just put that assumption on my TODO.

also I want to write something for the hcvh herald fight, however that ends up going.

and as I said this list doesn’t have “so I will also have my time being eaten by trying to beat a persona game, which is never a short endeavor”, “Several IRL Things”, and “the other category of Several IRL Things”.

I was about to say “so if you don’t see as much of me” to conclude this but actually you’ll probably see a LOT of me anyway because I’m me so here’s a picture of my dog inexplicably holding a screwdriver instead:

did you know she’s one now btw. my morgan is in her single digits at last……..

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! :3

[bambiraptorx]

Got bitten by the writing bug and stayed up last night writing this out lol

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Leo's up in the middle of the night- nothing unusual for him- a glass of water in his hand as he makes the trek through the darkened lair back to his room. Normally he'd just drink it in the kitchen, but this is shaping up to be a night where he can't get to sleep no matter how much he tosses and turns and presses his shell against the wall and stares into the dark, waiting in the horrible silence for something to move-

Point is, he'd rather have some water in his room, for the next time he decides his throat is a little dry. Really, he should have invested in a water bottle by now. He skirts around the edge of the living room, half muttering to himself under his breath just so he stops listening so intensely to the utter lack of noise around him.

"It's normal, totally normal. Dad fell asleep in his actual room for once, that's why he's not here. And if he was, someone would have come by to turn the lights off. Besides, didn't Donnie say he was building in an automatic timer so the TV goes off after one in the morning? And it's definitely past one now."

He rambles to himself quietly, pushing through the discomfort and the shadows that never hold anything worse than misplaced memories. It's fine, really, there's nothing in the dark anyway, and if there was he would see it, and none of them ever had a taste for hiding- right?

Something slithers against the stone.

His heart stops. It has to, because there's no other reason for him to freeze like he does. That sound, that sound that he knows all too well because his brain replays it so often he isn't sure at first if it's real or not. He whirls around, his cup sloshing- where's the source? Where is it? Where-

There. Up against the wall just a little further ahead, something that he can't make out in the darkness. Something... small, with yellow-y glowing eyes.

"B-B-Bee?" He stutters, and his heart kicks into high gear, pounding and thumping against the inside of his plastron with a vengeance. "Wha-what are you... doing up?"

"Hungee," they say tersely, unblinking. Their eyes (just two for now) shine unnaturally in the dark. Not the tapetum lucidum kind of shine, with light reflected from an outside source, but an internal near-glow. A strange half radiance, that he's only seen in one other... person... in his life.

"An..." Bea's voice drops low, a bare difference from the silence that she's interrupted. "Cold."

Oh, poor kid. If there's anything that the two of them have in common, it's a hatred of being cold. For Leo, of course, he knows where it came from (there's a reason he's currently wrapped up in the biggest, fluffiest robe he can find, even when the lair is barely dipping into 'chilly'), but Beatrice? Anyone's guess, really.

Leo crouches down, careful not to spill his water any more than he already has, and holds an arm out. "Okay, little hellion, let's find your dad. He might be up."

Bea stares at his hand for a moment. "Where?"

"His lab, baby beans. Y'know, the place he used to keep you?" And should still keep her- Leo clamps down on that nasty little thought as soon as it passes through his head. He can't show any sign of that type of thinking around Bea, she barely trusts him enough as it is. And he, well, wouldn't be comfortable knowing she's out here alone.

Uncontained.

Wow, his brain is full of all sorts of fun little surprises tonight! And it is far too late slash early to unpack any of that!

Beatrice tilts their head to the side, a little too far, and steps into his reach. He scoops her up against his side, watching carefully as she all but burrows into the side of his robe, no longer bothering to hold to her turtle form as she does so. Must have been out for a while to get that cold.

"Let's go find Donnie, mmkay little munchkin?"

A tentacle reaches up and tugs at his robe's neckline, just a little too close for comfort. "Sssstay?"

"Oh, of course you can stay with him, booger," Leo laughs, and deliberately misses the other possible interpretations of their question. There's multiple evident, of course, like her wanting to say with him tonight or to have him stay with her and Donnie, but any other meanings are wholly irrelevant.

He's not staying anywhere near Beatrice on a night like this.

[lust444men]

ok so here’s what I was thinkin’ lol!

we all know how Mike met Eleven. Now instead of Mike in that situation, let’s put Eddie. He goes to that picnic table in the woods and ends up finding a girl around his age (she refuses to talk cause of how scared she is and has a hard time using her powers on command). She’s super scared of Eddie and he eventually convinces her to come back to his trailer where she’d be safe. I can only imagine how sweet and gentle Eddie would be with her, wraps a blanket around her while she lays on his bed😭,he’d probably treat her like a baby bird, and thinks she’s the most delicate thing ever 🥺😂lol

Delicacy

warnings: none, tooth rotting fluff , Eddie x shy!telekinetic!fem!reader. Gentle!Eddie. Reader can speak, but she doesn't talk much due to shyness. use of y/n ONCE and it was reader introducing herself. swearing, it's Eddie. cmon now. drug talk. again. it's Eddie. 1st person pov?

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the leaves crunch under my feet. I have just escaped the lab and I have no idea where I'm going, because I never left of course. I turn a certain corner in the woods, and I'm revlived to see a bench. But as I step closer my anxiety spikes again. There's someone there, a man. I try to step back in order to make a quick and sly exit but I step on a twig that makes a loud SNAP. the man's head flew up from his metal container, shutting it almost instantly.

" Uhh..Hello? anyone there?"

He shouts out. You're debating on whether backing up or stepping out. just as you decide to back, the man turns his head a certain way that he's able to see your legs, and your oversized tee.

"Oh! oh, um, hey!" He says, and you peak out enough that he sees your eye.

"Yeah, you. You okay? do you need me to call somebody or..can you come out here?" He says, giving you a one up. You step out and edge closer to the bench, being very cautious because he could be someone from the lab.

"Are you okay? He whispers so he doesn't startle you. You nod slightly and stand just infront of the seat. He notices you're tensing your hands and focusing on his metal container before him. You're struggling to use your power. It's been weak since you left the lab. He just assumes you're cold, though.

"Oh! you must be freezing wearing only that in minus 4 weather. Cmere!" He says, taking off his jacket and walking round the table towards you. He leans to put the jacket on you, but you flinch and step back.

"Hey, nono it's okay, here, sorry." He noticed how you flinched and decided to just hand you the jacket. You take it out of his hands and put your arms in the sleeves.

"Hey why don't I take you to my house? well- it's not a house it's more of a mini house. Anyway, you look freezing and it's supposed to snow tonight and I can't just leave you out here. If you'd feel more comfortable you can sit in the back of my car so you don't have to be that close to me." He rambles, clearly trying to make it known you're safe and he isn't even gonna breathe without making sure you're okay with that.

"No..no. okay. I sit in with you." You speak, trying to make yourself sound tougher to no avail. "Oh! oh you can speak. okay! Great, just this way, uh..your name?" He's shocked you can speak, he actually kinda thought you were an homeless exchange student.

"..I'm y/n. You're?" I whisper.

"right! my apologies. Eddie, Eddie munson." He says, wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady.

"..Munson?" You mumble, struggling to say the word a little.

"Yeah..its like..a second name. If there was three Eddie's in a line, and they all looked like me but have different last names, you'd know which one was me because they don't have munson as their last name. You..uh do you understand that?" He struggles to find a way to explain a last name, who knew it'd be hard to explain such a simple thing. You think about it for a second before saying

"Makes..sense." He gives you a soft smile before realising he left his metal box

"Oh! shit, sorry, I left my box . I'll be right back." He says, removing his arm from around you but you catch his wrist.

"No, wait. Let me..." You whisper, he's clearly confused but stops. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing all your attention on the box. It starts rattling, shaking almost. It begins to slowly and shakily make its way towards you.

"WOAH! woah what the fuck?!" He says, practically flying backwards towards his car. His reaction startles you and you flinch and the box drops on the floor about halfway. You step back towards a tree and lean against it.

"Wait, sorry, Im just..I've.. never quite seen something like that before." He whispers the last bit as he bends down to pick up his box.

"Come on back, It's okay. I'm sorry I shouted , just surprised. Cmere, you're safe." He says, reaching a hand out to you. which you look at before you slowly take it.

"Safe?" You mumble.

"Yeah..yeah safe. You know what it means?" He replies, looking at you.

You nod "I know..never felt."

He left out a soft 'ah'.

You're now in his car about 4 to 5 minutes away from his trailer. Without him realising , you take the metal box and open it up . You see a little bag with..balled up grass? in it. You smell it and immediately let out a huff due to the extreme smell. Weird smelling grass. Eddie glances over, double taking when he realises what you have.

"Woahhwoah. careful with that, it's not even mine- here give it, I'll put it back later." He says, switching to one hand to drive the car and the other is reaching for the bagged up green ball.

You hand it to him, and he shoves it in his back pocket as he pulls into his trailer. He steps out whilst you're still trying to get out, forgetting you have a seat belt on. He opens you door and realises you haven't taken your belt off. he chuckles softly before leaning over you, making you wonder what he was doing so you lean down too, you hear a soft -click- He leans back up not knowing you leant down too so your noses practically brush together. He makes a sly glance at your lips to your eyes before removing your belt and softly taking your hand in his to step you out the vehicle. He walks you into his trailer, sitting you down softly on the couch.

"Do you have any injuries? like um..cuts? or scratches?" He asks, standing back upright. You nod and lift up your shirt a little to reveal a cut, not heavily bleeding but still needs to be taken care of.

"Okay, im gonna go grab some clothes and a first aid kit, stay here, look around, just don't leave , kay?" He says, giving a look towards the door. You softly nod and he walks towards his bedroom. You stand up and begin to look at a bunch of tapes.

there's some words on them you've never seen or heard them. meta-llica? Iron mayden? goodness knows. he walks back out looking towards the couch seeing your not there and snaps his head towards the door thinking you left but seeing you kneeling in the corner with a bunch of tapes. He let's out a soft laugh

"I see you found my music." His voice makes you flinch a little. "Here, the bathroom is just there. You can wear these until we get you some girl clothes. Unless you like those. sure we could find you some." You nod and walk towards the bathroom, turning around and shutting it. You slip on what he's given you, some black pants and a shirt that says.. Black..sab-beth? How have you never heard these words before? Weird. You walk out and eddie smiles at seeing you in his clothes because they're huge on you. "Here..May I?" He says, gesturing to your bottom half. You turn your head and lift up your arms thinking he was gonna take your shirt off.

He softly reaches towards the joggers and rolls them so they're not as big. His fingers grazes softly on your hips, they're cold so it makes you twitch a little. He let's out a soft sorry.

"Sit, gotta clean up that cut or it'll get infected." He sounds, patting the couch. you do as he said and opened your legs a little so he could reach the cut on your stomach.

"Okay, good job. Could you hold your shirt up to about..there? please. thank you." He says, lifitng your shirt softly so he can gain access to the cut better.

"this might hurt." He whispers before patting a alcohol cloth on the cut. You gasp and grab his arm, pushing him away slightly.

"Sorry! Sorry. just a little more. you're doing really good." You make your hold less tight and let him do what he's gonna do.

As he's doing that he begins to speak. "Hey..um. if you don't mind me asking, how did you do that? back there. The whole...floaty..thing. Whatever it was." You shrug.

"I was a in a lab, put in a water tube, with a funny hat on with strings attached and I saw things. Trained me to move things without touching. There is others...Was." You mumble, correcting yourself. His eyebrows raise slightly.

"They did tests on you?" He asks, leaning back because he finished. You just stare at him, making him realise you don't know how bad that is.

"Right..anyway, you're all bandaged up. I'll change it tomorrow. Until then, is there something you wanna do?" You glance around, tapes catching your eye again. you stand up and walk towards them, trying to find one that matches the words on your shirt.

You eventually find one called "Black sabbeth: Paranoid." You hand it to Eddie, pointing to your shirt.

"The same." you spoke.

He nods with big grin. "Yeah! they're the same. You wanna listen?"

He asks, taking it out of your hands. You nod and he walks over to put the tape in, turning the volume down to 11 so it's not too loud for you. You sit down on the couch, waiting for the song to begin, he joins you and it begins. After a few seconds, maybe 10 or 20, you bop your head along. getting the rhythm. He laughs whilst looking at you.

"Bitchin', right?" He smiles.

You stare for a few seconds before returning the soft smile.

"Bitchin'."

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thank you for your request, lauren! always a pleasure to write for you. Hope I did it justice! also no that is not how i spell or say those metal bands. I was doing it in a way that makes it sound like the reader is trying to sound it out in her head!

[bigbangbuffer]

I am not going to finish the overly ambitious art piece tonight -certainly not by midnight local time, in 30 minutes, when the date of the relevant anniversary has passed - but where my artistic ability has failed me, words have often picked up the slack. So I'd like to talk a lil about my guy Terrence :0

I created Terrence (Morius/Hazeglow/Morrow; his last name has changed from universe to universe) on March 16th, 2014 - exactly 10 years ago today, for a Google+ roleplay community whose name and premise I have long forgotten. He was not my first OC, but he is the oldest now; others created before or around the same time were all either abandoned or absorbed by later characters. Over the years, he has grown with me, both physically (originally Terrence was 14; more recent iterations have all had him in his 20s) and developmentally. He has gone from a prodigious slacker to a once-promising burnout to an insatiable but indecisive polymath. He has been a(n unwilling) warrior), a tactician, a ✨tactician✨ (tactical magician lol), a scholar, and a(n again, unwilling) cleric. His struggles, at a subconscious level, have probably lowkey paralleled mine. (I'd like to think his personality traits haven't at all, but uh, he did still come from My Brain, so ;;>~>). Like his latest iteration's struggle to commit to a course of study, I haven't actually been able to stick to one interpretation of Terrence's story long enough to have a feel for it - his current campaign, which has been running for about 7 months now, is perhaps the longest it has ever stretched. But even so, I feel like I have such an incredibly solid grasp of his character that he almost feels real. He's been living in my head rent-free for a whole DECADE now. and that's just kinda crazy, y'know?

anyway, um, I don't really know where I was going with this, and it's 11:57 now. I guess the tldr; is that Terrence is very important to me in spite of... no, maybe because of how much I dunk on him, lmao. so uh. yeah. thanks for letting me ramble about my special sopping wet insufferable asshole for all these years <3

[hawkins-losers]

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

For the blurb and with Robin if that's okay?

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‘’How do you go on so many dates?’’ Robin asked as you stood in front of your closet, looking for something to wear on your date later tonight. She was sitting on your bed, looking through your selection of cassettes to borrow later.

‘’I don’t know. What I know is that most of my dates end in disappointment,’’ you said with a chuckle. Better laugh at the situation than cry, right? ‘’What about this dress? I wore it to Nancy’s birthday.’’ You turned to Robin and held a polka dot dress in front of you.

She shook her head, not really liking the polka dots. ‘’At least you get asked on dates. I don’t.’’ Robin looked down sadly. ‘’I…I’m not the kind of girl that gets asked on dates. I'm the friend that’s stuck in the friendzone, the third-wheel - you get the gist. I don’t fit the beauty standards and I know I'm not the easiest person to be around; I ramble and talk too much, I don't get social cues and I'm a little too blunt sometimes, but these are not ultimate deal-breakers. I could be a murderer! That’s much worse.‘’ She covered her sadness with a laugh, but you saw through it.

Beauty standards were the biggest bullshit. Outside beauty and looks is all people see these days. If you don’t fit the standard hot, no one will ask you out - which is very sad. Just because someone looks or acts differently than the general people doesn't mean they aren't worth getting to know them.

‘’I don't even know if I'd be a good girlfriend… I know I would get tired of me if I were dating me.‘’

You put the dress back in your closet and walked over to the bed, sitting down across Robin. You couldn’t let her talk down about herself like that. She needed to know her worth and how amazing she really is.

‘’Robin. Can you look at me? Please?’’

She raised her gaze, sadness filling her blue eyes.

It made you sad to see her sad. You wanted to hug her and tell her she's beautiful, but you were afraid the message wouldn't go through deeply enough to make a change in the way she saw herself.

‘’You have something beautiful inside of you. Never let anyone make you think otherwise. It’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. I see it.’’

Tears welled in Robin’s eyes at your sweet words, touching her heart. 

You reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, making her blush at the contact. ‘’So what if you're different from the other girls? Being like everyone else is boring anyway.’’

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[horrorstolemyheart]

Broken Glass

Notes: Happy [late] Halloween! I never planned to write for Michael, but here we are! I’m actually pretty proud of how it turned out. Pretty run of the mill idea, but sometimes that helps me when I start writing for a character lol. Anyways, I’ll stop rambling, I hope you all enjoy loves!

Pairing(s): OG!Michael Myers x reader

Warning(s): Violence, mention of blood, cursing (If I forgot something, please let me know!)

It wasn’t uncommon to hear the sound of dogs barking down the street. Your neighbors owned a couple of german shepherds and they’d let them outside at night. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary to hear the two of them yapping at something.

A cat clambering around the garbage, a person walking by, or simply a breeze rustling something and causing a noise the dogs took as reason to be on high alert. But tonight when you awoke to barking, something in the sound of it was more vicious. Shrill whining accompanied the ruckus.

Then nothing.

Your body was completely still whilst all you could do was stare into the dark abyss that was your ceiling. Something wasn’t right. Something felt off. Your palms grew sweaty. Has someone broken into your neighbor's house? Would they break into your house next? ‘Ok, slow down’, you thought. ‘You have to think rationally’. The neighborhood was always pretty quiet, it was a nothing-much-happens sort of area. Everyone knew who everyone was and were kind and relatively respectful to one another. Crime rate was next to zero. So what was different about tonight? You took a deep breath and begrudgingly closed your eyes in an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Probably nothing different than any other night. Maybe you were just paranoid, after all, you had watched a horror movie before bed. That could have subconsciously put you on edge. Whatever the reason, you let it go and your stiff body slowly began to ease its tension.

You were soon awakened from even your twilight state when the sound of breaking glass and footsteps made your blood run cold. Rationality all but flew out the window. You couldn’t move, a lump formed in your throat. Someone was in your house and your phone was downstairs. You knew it was hardly the time to get wrapped up in your fear though. Right now you had to decide what exactly you were going to do. You remembered the baseball bat you had stowed under your bed. Gently, you slid from your mattress onto the floor to retrieve your weapon. You’d never really believed in guns, now you almost wished you had one, but this would have to do. Hopefully you weren’t taking the proverbial knife to a gunfight. But right now you had to be brave. You had no choice.

The hinges on your door stayed silent as you opened it and you thanked them inside your head for it. Quiet when you needed it most.

Maybe that self defense class would have come in handy. Shit. You kept smacking yourself mentally for all the stuff you should have done. But this was far from the right moment to be thinking about things you might have done for those just-in-case moments. Like right now.

Still, silence hung over the house as you padded down your hallway. Nothing was out of place, everything remained where you had left it well before checking in for the night. Not a sound. You didn’t let your guard down as you entered the kitchen. The glass from your back door was busted out, clumsily enough you didn’t pay attention to said glass on the floor.

"Fuck!" You yelped, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth. The bottom of your right foot stung, you stepped back quickly, holding your bat to your chest. But instead of taking another step you bumped right into your intruder. You spun around as if on command and backed up against your fridge. Before you towered a masked man

You knew all the story well enough. It was a piece of graphic lore embedded into the town of Haddonfield. Michael Myers. How he’d murdered his older sister as child and was locked away. And now you were the one facing him. It was the last thing you’d envisioned coming face to face with. Why couldn’t it have been just a regular burglar? But no. This was a mass murderer standing right in your kitchen. The knife in his grasp glistened in what you knew to be blood, but appeared black in the darkness. Now it was apparent why the dogs had whined.

Nobody who’d ever been murdered had probably envisioned that was how they’d leave this earth. It was easy to accept your fate no matter how hard your brain tried to figure some way out of this trap. But it appeared you were as good as a rabbit caught in a snare. Back up against your fridge, the baseball bat held out to keep even the smallest amount of distance between you although completely aware he could take your weapon from you with ease.

A streak of bravery ran through you. But if you were going to die, which was really the only outcome you could fathom as of this second, you didn’t want to go down without a fight. Or at least any kind of struggle. Something that could be read in the papers that the victim had clearly fought and tried to get away, but to no avail.

He ripped the wooden instrument from your grasp and flung it as you’d imagined was inevitable. A knife was now pointed in the center of your sternum. Your nostrils flared and you felt a streak of bravery run through you, or maybe it was the adrenaline.

“Go on!” you glared right into the dark sockets of the pale mask, “Don’t fuck around! You’ve got me right where you want me so make it quick asshole… o-or don’t,” you stuttered out the last bit, and he cocked his head to the side like a curious animal. Obviously no one had really ever talked back to him in this way. Or at least not many.

He made no move, but the knife remained.

“Do it! Kill me!” He was toying with you.

You leaned forward into the knife, not enough to penetrate, but enough to feel it sharp against your sternum. Did you really think intimidating him was going to do something? Perhaps in some delusional way, yes.

“I’m not scared!” That was a lie. You were scared and angry at this point.

His breath could be heard and just as you were about to make another smart comment his hand shot to your throat, obstructing your flow of oxygen. Your bare feet left the floor, eyes stayed trained on your soon to be murderer and you grasped his wrist. Michael studied you for a moment, before tossing you to the side, and still he faced you. He wanted you to run. It thrilled him. He knew he could catch you. The adrenaline pumping through your veins allowed your composure to be gained quickly, and through your spinning vision you saw your weapon and pushed yourself across the floor for it. You grasped the counter ledge to stand getting ready to swing at him. He once again cocked his head, once to the left then the right. Studying you.

“Just get it over with already! I’m-” the butt of the knife hit the side of your head. And everything went dark.

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A cardinal sang outside and your eyes opened slowly to the morning light. You blinked and felt a throbbing pain inside your skull, it seemed to stem from the left side of your head. That was proof enough that last night had, unfortunately, not been a bad dream. What was weirder yet, you were in bed. Not placed there with any special care, but nonetheless you had woken up in your bedroom.

Your baseball bat was sitting on top of your dresser. How you were even still alive right now you had no clue. In reality your guts should be spread across the kitchen floor by now, but here you were in your bed and the evidence of last night apparent in the throbbing of your temple and the glass still embedded in your foot. That was going to hurt.

Limping stiffly to the bathroom you grabbed some peroxide, tweezers and bandages. Yet you figured you’d probably need stitches.

As you worked on your injured foot you pondered what would happen now. You hadn’t been murdered by some miraculous turn of events. Your attacker was even seemingly curious by your outbursts. Would he come back? Would he simply stalk you? The thought made you feel a creeping sense of dread, but also your own odd curiosity. Calling the police would do no good, you knew that well enough. Even though they’d probably be by your neighbors house and undoubtedly come by to see if you’d heard or seen anything strange. You were terrified, but also carried your own odd sense of curiosity. You had a strange feeling you’d not seen the last of Michael Myers.

**If anyone has any fic recs or tips for writing Michael I would really appreciate it! Sending lots of love to you all! ❤️ **

[coffee-or-murder]

Character Asks (Sixty-Nine Questions): For Lemon: 6, 18, 19, 31, 48, and 59 :> For Dealer's Choice: 9, 23, 44, 45, and 65

Wow I'm really rambly tonight lol. Answers under the read more!

Lemon

6 - How have they changed in the last year? How about the last five years? 

Lemon a year ago was brand new at adventuring and not knowing who she could trust or rely on, keeping her chirpy happy mask on at all times, and only letting it slip a little bit around Effie.  Now she’s added a handful of jobs and a successful revivify to her resume, all while having a team of people she trusts and loves with her!

Lemon five years ago was just before she found out about her engagement, so she was head over heels in puppy love with her best friend, working with Olly and the others at the bakery and cafe, occasionally falling into little pits of depression wondering what she was going to do about her mother How will I keep her nonsense quiet this time? Has anyone noticed? How do I keep them from finding out? Am I believable enough or am I Too Happy?, then getting cheered up by going dancing with the family. Free time spent by visiting the forge to read in a pile with Aodhan and steal glances at Tadhgan working the forge, running with Coyote in the forests on the estate, hanging out with family, and getting up to mischief with her cousins. Outwardly she was content, but inwardly she was festering in indecision about her future and an emotionally abusive relationship with her mother. 

18 - What dish brings back the best memories for them? 

Farls or hand pies. Lemon always made them with family, so whenever she makes them she can’t help but feel like the people she loves are just outside the room. If she’s quiet she can imagine the sounds they’d make coming in, practically hear Olly or Nes calling out for her. It’s admittedly part of the reason she hasn’t made either yet.  

19 - What sparks genuine unadulterated rage in them? 

Her mother really. Outside of that and her standard occasional anger issue fueled by love for her friends/family, she hasn’t really found anything that only inspires rage! Most of her emotions are colored pretty heavily by sadness/protection/love, but the closest it gets so far is when in a fight someone takes pleasure in hurting someone else. Seeing the enslaved people sparked something like rage, but she was so focused on keeping her team safe and keeping her mask up she couldn’t really let herself be angry.  

31 - Do they respond well to praise? How about criticism? 

Lemon has no idea how to handle praise in anything but her baking. Baking is the only thing she knows she’s good at, so when anyone praises her for something else she bluescreens a bit. She likes praise, having verbal proof that she is doing a good job is wonderful, but she doesn’t know what to say other than try to deflect or say thank you and pray they don’t say anything else. Lemon blushes at a “good job” and anything more than that and she feels lightheaded. Criticism is both easier and harder for her to hear. She’s so used to a constant stream of it from her mother she tends to react a little defensively, plus she is already really really hard on herself all the time anyway. It does take a bit of extra thought for her to mentally separate her mother criticizing her from someone offering actual advice to improve. The need to improve to be more useful and therefore wanted wins out though, so she takes criticism okay even if she tends to dwell a bit on what she did wrong.  

48 -Do they relate to anyone in the group? Conversely, which person do they relate to the least? 

She relates to Nick a lot more than she ever expected! At first she was just sticking with him since he was the other odd person out, but as they got to know each other she learned they have a lot in common. Their morals are pretty similar, and hilariously enough they have similar experiences. Like Nick’s feelings of how people perceive him for being Big and Lemon’s feeling’s of how people perceive her as Tiny. Plus she finds it a little difficult to find her way in the two already very established dynamics in the party, so Nick is already easier to bond with then they are. Currently she relates to Kanti the least. She’s just so unbothered most of the time Lemon has no idea how to get a read on her. Lemon still thinks Kanti is nice, but until she has a better idea of how she reacts to things she’s been placed under the “Interact Through Izzy” section, which thankfully isn’t hard because they’re rarely apart. 

59 -What’s an element of their philosophy that you disagree with? 

Lemon and I actually have somewhat similar morals! She accidentally got dosed with my need to protect people and eat the cost i.e ”I’m gonna fight that guy and my friends might be mad at me for risking it but they’re safe at that’s what matters in the end”. One thing we don’t agree on is what she’s willing to do for knowledge. Lemon is much more likely to do something extreme in the name of science and progress then I am, to her own body or others. Lemon isn’t quite Mad Scientist levels, but with the right push she could lean more that direction then my morals would normally be comfortable with. I’m not saying if someone said she could live forever and learn magic she would instantly sacrifice her body for it, but I’m not saying she wouldn’t struggle with that decision either. 

Dealer’s Choice - Olly

9 - When in their life were they most scared? 

Honestly it’s a tossup between when he was rescued from the ring he was a bait dog for, since he was in a cage above a carrion crawler that was doing it’s best to get at him until this jacked half orc punched it to death thanks for that Benji  OR The first time a deal went south and a civilian got involved. He was so worried about the guy that he got sloppy and got himself stabbed. Rosalind healed him up after though so the scar is nearly nonexistent now. 

23 - In what moment did they consider themselves to be “grown up”?

Honestly the second he was able to mostly keep himself fed after running away from the orphanage. That’s all the adults there were good for doing anyway. 

44 - What lies do they tell others? 

“Nah I’m good.” - He is in fact, not good, and most likely on the way to brood somewhere. 

“Oh fuck off I wouldn’t do that.” - He might do that, given enough booze or if it would make a good bit. He’s just embarrassed you caught him thinking about doing just that.  

“Busy. Got plans with a buddy this weekend.” - Your bees do not count as weekend plans with friends Olly. You may gossip with them. but they are still bees and you cannot actually speak with insects. Your family will find you at the hives and then drag you out with them. Why do you bother lying about this?? 

45 - What lies do they tell themselves? 

“I don’t have a thing for that flatfoot fuck off I do not nope not at all I don’t fuck with pigs.” - He does have a thing for goody goody types, and uniforms are hot, so there's a good chance he does have A Thing for that flatfoot. 

“I can peel 100 hundred apples easy. Won’t even dirty a knife. Give me, what, an hour?” - Olly you moron no you can’t. Being good at knife stuff doesn’t magically make it easier to peel fruits. You will still slice your fingers a bit and then you can’t use that apple because you got blood on it. Stop it. 

65 - What would their go to karaoke song be? 

To sing for laughs, “Tequila” in the most deadpan voice and straight face he can muster up. To show off a bit either “Cooler Then Me” covered by Ethan Fields OR “Beggin” by Måneskin.  

[toraashi]

Can I request a quick little fluff with scara? I have trouble sleeping, and I always try daydreaming to help, but maybe reading would help better?

Anyway sorry for rambling!!! So like basically scara is not home most nights to go to sleep with you, but one night he comes home early enough to witness you being restless, and tries to help ease your mind???????? Thank you and sorry lol

note from me: hello sweetheart! i'll try my hand at this one. i'm sorry it's so late and i'm sorry you've been sleeping poorly. i've been in the same boat a million times, so i hope this helps. that being said... scaramouche is a dick so i tried my best.

info/warnings: scaramouche x gn!reader, modern!au, fluff, kind of hurt/comfort, unedited, scaramouche is lowkey an asshole but i softened him this time

Sleep evaded you once more like a firefly in a forest glen. You reached for it, fingers outstretched, and occasionally it would flicker just enough for you to have hope before vanishing completely.

It was rather disheartening, and your personal research hadn't amounted to much aside from further frustration.

Tonight was another night, your brain zipping every which way, your eyelids twitching rebelliously as you lay completely still, attempting to force yourself into a light slumber. Wet trails from frustrated tears tapered down your cheeks as you flipped over for the third time in five minutes, a heaviness to your eyes that you'd grown familiar with throughout the past weeks, but never seemed to be able to abolish.

Finally (resigned), you flipped to your back, staring up into the darkness, soaking in the silence of the bedroom, hating it.

Most nights it was like this: eerily quiet, painfully dark. A contrast to your lover's periodic bustling throughout the day. Scaramouche wasn't home very often, but when he was, everything settled like old wood, perfectly into place. Sleep was easiest then, the white noise of his irritated rambling, his body eventually scooting besides yours on the couch, but you always resisted it. Quality time was rare with the man. You wanted to soak every last bit of it into your memory, to listen to his angered prattling, running a stray hand through his hair, watching him melt into the touch.

You wondered if he noticed the growing dark circles under your eyes.

Rolling your neck, you dragged your gaze to the striking red numbers of your alarm clock. 2:47.

Your lips parted to release a groan of exasperation, your hand running down your face, when the distant sound of a door opening caught your attention. Your chest fluttered with elation at his jangling keys, and you sat up against the headboard, rubbing your eyes and watching as the man stepped into the bedroom, violet eyes heavy with exhaustion. They seemed to glow in the darkness, the vibrant color sizzling when he narrowed his eyes at you, stopping in his tracks in the doorway.

"Why are you awake?" He interrogated the words practically a hiss. You winced softly, frowning sleepily at him.

"I couldn't sleep." Your voice grated through the silence, and Scaramouche quirked his brow, keeping his eyes trained on you as he stepped towards the dresser, rifling through the drawers for a pair of sweatpants and a cotton t-shirt. "You're home early." you commented dryly, and Scaramouche grunted.

"2am isn't early. Is this why you look like a dead person walking these days?" Ouch. He wasn't adept at softening the blow, was he?

"You don't have to be mean about it," You pouted, heart especially tender, "I've been having trouble sleeping lately." Scaramouche stripped off his shirt, his dark hair gently mussed from the motion before he slid on a new one, padding towards the bed and plopping beside you. You watched as he propped his body up with his elbow, staring you down with a scrutinizing gaze, forcing goosebumps onto your skin.

"You didn't tell me." Blunt. When wasn't he?

"You've been busy at work. Plus, it's my problem anyway. There's not much you can do about it." You murmured, tracing circles into your palm with your pointer finger, avoiding his gaze.

"You always sleep fine when I'm here." It really, truly sounded like he was accusing you, and his tone nipped at your sensitive feelings, weakened by exhaustion. Tears budded against your lash line, but you fought them back with a soft sniff. You were drawn from your woe by a firm grip on your chin, Scaramouche's calloused fingers digging into your skin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You're an idiot. If you can't sleep without me, you should've said something." You jolted away from his grip, brows furrowed with irritation.

"I can sleep without you. It's just been hard lately. Don't be mean to me." You glowered, turning your back to him and curling into a ball. It was bitter, hearing him blame you for the situation. Maybe if you were in your right mind, you'd see through the act like you typically did. Scaramouche was abrasive and blunt, and while you were usually content picking apart his stony exterior, tonight it only brought an additional weight to your shoulders.

The room fell into that eery silence you were too familiar with, and you decided you hated it.

The silence ended when the man behind you shuffled with a huff, his body curling around your back, arm looping around your waist, tugging you flush with his chest. Your eyes widened, a shudder running through your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes when his hot breath fanned against the nape of your neck, his nose pressed to the tender skin.

"You got what you wanted. Now sleep." He demanded, and yet the words were soft on the edges, a plead -- an apology. Warmth swept over your body, and it was a near miracle how easily his heartbeat began lulling you into unconsciousness, your eyelids growing heavy.

"I really don't need you to fall asleep you know," You slurred, meaning it, yet not denying that his presence helped. He grunted, nuzzling into your neck.

Sleep came to you quickly, but the next night, before you could even think about your troubled sleep schedule, Scaramouche was giving you a call, grumbling about how he would talk you to sleep just this once.

(it wasn't just this once)

[emerald-chaos]

Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

[iwadori]

Can you write a pure angst, using 10 and 35 please ( Idc about the characters ) :)

Getting hurt with the haikyu boys part 3 (Iwaizumi)

Part one Part Two Part three

Word count: 2.8K

Genre: pure angst

Authors Note: I am sorry for just how shit it is lol. I had an idea and it kind of got worse as it went along but I hope you like it anyways.

You were pregnant.  

You wanted to cry.  

You stared at the test in front of you. Two lines. Positive. There was no denying it, as much as you wanted it to be negative. You could tell you were pregnant before you even took the test, all the throwing up you were doing, the nausea you felt when certain foods were being cooked at work and the ongoing foot and back pains you felt.

Iwaizumi first approached you at your job, some shitty dinner that only paid you enough so you can make ends meet. You could tell he had money, the way he dressed, his demeanor even the way he talked. ‘What was a man like this doing here?’ you thought.  

Apparently, he’s seen you around for a while, your city was small you’d only really leave this place if you had a fair god mother or died and of course you are clearly alive and don’t have a fairy god mother...until you met him.

He ordered a coffee, didn’t drink it though (probably knowing that your boss spat it in whenever he was in a bad mood or because he just needed an excuse to be around) just waiting for you to finish your break. You sat in a corner booth for ‘privacy,’ not that anybody was even in the place.  

“My names Iwaizumi Hajime” he said keeping a blank facial expression  

“What do you wan-”

“Miss L/N, I think I’ll do the talking here. Okay?” he said with a smirk appearing on his face after seeing your slightly shocked face when he revealed knowing your last name.

“I’ve seen you around for a while now, you’re beautiful you know that right?” he said making your cheeks heat up a bit. “Anyways, I think you’re gorgeous and a man like me needs a pretty girl like you on his arms. By the lack of response to my name, I assume you don’t know who I am...but I guess that works in my favour”

Your face is getting bored by the second not really listening as he rambles on about himself, “I need you to be on my arm every night that I go out to one of my boring business meetings.”  

“Business meetings?” you ask  

“You know, a bunch of ‘business’ people go out and talk ‘business’ together.” he said sarcastically as if you were stupid.

“I know that, I just thought you’d elaborate about it.” You sighed “What do I get out of this?”

“Finally, you’ve gotten to the interesting part, you my dear get money and lots of It” he says finally catching your attention “I’ll pay you 1 million Yen per night, and all your dresses, outfits and expenses will be paid for so you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about finances again” he ‘smiled’ at you.

“What's the catch?” squinting your eyes  

“The catch is just that you have to accompany me to all my events.... and you have to stay in my condo.”

“Wh-”

“Don’t worry dear, it’s a nice place” interrupting you “probably better than any shithole you live in”

“Fine, fine” his words were convincing you “Is there a contract you have for me to sign?” you ask wanting to at least be somewhat ‘protected.’

“No contract, just this verbal agreement. Between me and you right here right now.” he winked “so you’re in agreement of our arrangement?”

“Yes.”

That was your first mistake believing Iwaizumi Hajime.

Sure you could defend yourself now and say ‘I was poor and in need of help’ but you’d know it would just be you in denial talking.  

The first time you attended a meeting with Iwaizumi, you came home from quitting your job since Iwaizumi said ‘you’re on my payroll now.’ You found a beautiful red dress laying on your bed accompanied with shoes and accessories and note saying, ‘I trust you to be able to do your own hair and make up my dear – I.H’

You didn’t have any family, or any friends. Most people that have had even a single encounter with you have deemed you to be ‘Not Likeable’ saying you’re not a people person or just lack any sociability. You were stuck in this town because of the debt your father has left you in before he supposedly ‘passed’ away. Leaving you drowning in all his financial woes, meaning you couldn’t go to university or become a professional *insert dream job here* like you wanted to be.

When you exited your building, you saw Iwaizumi leaning against a flashy car parked outside. “You chariot awaits m’lady” he says with a cheeky grin on his face making you roll your eyes. You got in the car and he started driving, humming along to a random song slightly agitating you.

“So, when are you moving to my place? It’s a part of the agreement.” he said in a sing song voice in the tune of what he was humming.  

Iwaizumi reminded you of JD from heathers, he was nice when he wanted but he did have a screw loose that was triggered when things didn’t go his way. Like a small child who didn’t get the toy he wanted when he had a million other toys.  

Him being the child. You being the toy.

“Our agreement is bullshit, just verbal.” you say mockingly “remember?”

“don’t start with me Y/N I'm not in a pleasant mood today” he says gritting his teeth “and I don’t need you fucking with me tonight.”

He puts his hand on your thigh, a little too harshly making you internally wince. “Okay here’s the rules for the night. You stay on my side for the night, only speak when spoken too, don’t drink too much since no one likes an alcoholic of course.”

“Oh, so all I need to do is sit pretty like a good little girl.” you say sarcastically

“Precisely” he lessens the grip on your thigh making you breathe in relief.  

The event was boring to say the least, you did as Iwaizumi said stood next to him with a fake smile plastered on your face all through the night. You’re sure that people did ask you questions, but you were in your own little world only stepping out of it when Iwaizumi either pinched your arm or gripped your thigh.

The end of the night was ‘eventful’ to say the least, before you entered the car a hand wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a back alley. “We couldn’t end the night so boring, could we?” it was Iwaizumi, of course it was.

He started peppering your neck with kisses and roaming his hands all over your body. He eventually trailed the kisses from your neck to your lips, leading you both into a full blown make out session. It was fast and you couldn’t really think straight. Iwaizumi was getting a bit too forceful, gripping and kissing harder than he needed to, leaving marks as if to say ‘you’re mine now.’

That was your second mistake. Getting sexual with Iwaizumi Hajime.

He said you had to go back to his house which was basically now yours. You complied, obviously had no other choice since he didn’t offer or ask. He told you too.

Waking up in the Iwaizumi residence was an ‘experience.’ Iwaizumi wanted you awake when he was awake and asleep when he was, never giving you a moment too yourself. You swiftly came to the learn of the reason why he wanted you in his ‘care’ (as he called it anyways) he wanted his eyes on you all the time.

You carried on attending the events bored out of your mind and the nights went the same way. Fancy dress, long car ride, not paying attention, getting fucked in the back alley then sleep in Iwaizumi’s expensive silk sheets.

You didn’t know much about Iwaizumi besides what you could find. In the day time, Iwaizumi spends it cooped up in his office whilst giving you the ‘permission’ to roam around the house. Iwaizumi kept all his important stuff in a small box under a creepy floorboard in his basement original idea I know. All the information in there was just stuff about generic stuff about his childhood. Him being brought up into wealth, how much he weighed as a baby and all the allergies and boring shit that he had.

Iwaizumi Hajime was an enigma.

You and Iwaizumi did get along. Sometimes. You did do things that weren’t strictly fucking and going to business meetings. He took you on what you could only be able to describe as dates, and outings showing you off to all his actual friends. That’s when you learnt the difference of the ‘two’ men, Iwaizumi and Hajime.

Although they were the same person by name, Iwaizumi was rough around the edges and cold at heart not caring about you at all. Hajime, whilst still being rough around the edges, basically made you out to be his girlfriend giving you the love and care you needed. You really liked the times when you were with Hajime.

That was your third mistake, falling in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.

As things progressed, your quality of life seemed to dwindle (not that it was great in the first place.) Iwaizumi was barely in the house, claiming that for these particular ‘business meetings’ he didn’t need you.

On one night, a simple phone call definitely changed your whole dynamic.

“Yes babe, I’m coming over tomorrow I can’t wait to see you and the girls again.” he said to the other person on the phone.

“Why do you question my love for you, of course I love you.” he said again

“I love you, the girls even the dumb dog that Haru forced me to get for her 8th birthday I love. You guys are my family. My lovely wife and out girls”

Your stomach churned, you backed out of the hallway that you were in. He had a family, of course he had a family. You went into the guest room, where you kept all your things, you couldn’t do this anymore. Although you pretty much lost all your morals when you formed this whole agreement but you refuse to sleep with a married man with kids. You couldn’t. Being the reason why a family might break up is something you wouldn’t ever do.

Iwaizumi heard all your commotion and entered the guess “Woah darling who’s moving out?” he asked jokingly  

“Hmm probably your wife and kids, after they realise their husband is a CHEATER!” you spat

“Woah, woah Y/N” he said getting closer to you “You don’t know what the fuck you’re on about”

“I think I know pretty well; you’ve always been a pompous ass Iwaizumi; it was my bad for thinking that you weren’t married throughout all of this.” You finished packing up as much close as you possible can and headed out the room.

“You need to watch your mouth Y/N” he says aggressively  

“Or what Iwaizumi, or should I say Hajime” you shout “Or is that only reserved for your WIFE!”

This seem to really tick him off, “You don’t know anything Y/N, you really think I could love a dirty slut like you? Huh? Well, I didn’t know that you were important enough to be able to know the details of my personal life.”

“I'm not a slut” you mumbled. Which was completely true, Iwaizumi didn’t notice that the first time you slept together was the first time that you slept with anyone.

“repeat that again for me y/n?” he said mockingly

“IM NOT A SLUT!” you shout in his face

“You are what I say you are darling”

“Fuck you.” You try and push past him hard, to get out the house but you’re no match against his anger and brute strength. So, when he slams you against the wall, he banging your head. Leaving you concussed and bleeding. Before you completely pass out all you hear is a repetition of Iwaizumi Hajime murmuring “I'm sorry, I’m sorry” whilst wrapping his arms around your comatose body.

You woke up, thinking that was all a dream but the ache in the back of your head proved otherwise.  

“Y/N, darling your awake!” he said making you flinch

You moved away from him when he sat on your bed looking at you with ‘love’ and ‘care’ in his eyes. He goes to stroke your cheek whispering “you’re so be-”

“Fuck off” you say. That bang to the head was a wakeup call literally reminding you of all the hot and cold moments you had with Iwaizumi that you submerged into your head for the sole reason of ‘wanting to be happy.’ But you weren’t happy. Deep down you knew that.

“But y/n, darling I love you.” he said and you closed your eyes shut wanting to tune him out “I love you Y/N.”

“You don’t" you replied back harshly with your eyes still shut tightly

“But I do Y/N, I love you” he repeated the ‘I love you’s’ over and over making you want to scream out in frustation.

“Shut up!” you yelled “You don’t love me, stop saying that” your head throbbing with every word “Just stop. Make it stop! Kill me if you have to! Just make it stop” you say thumping at Iwaizumi’s chest becoming a hysterical crying mess. You weren’t talking about the physical paint he caused you (even though that hurt ALOT) you were talking about the constant heartache it was just being around him.

He didn’t know what to do. So, he just put his arms round you again and you yelled your frustrations about him to him into his chest.

You woke up into a new place, not your old one or Iwaizumis just something brand new.  

With a note on your bed side table saying:

‘I love you and I’m sorry’

Making you tear it up and toss it out.

You had no further contact with Iwaizumi, you figured that the new house you lived in was already paid for, but you didn’t want Iwaizumi to show up one day saying that you owed him money so you decided to get a job. A small one, that didn’t require any strenuous Labour or heavy shift times.

It was a few weeks after Iwaizumi left you and you felt sick and heartbroken. After finishing your shift at your job you felt hot headed and extremely ill making you run to your toilet to spill out your guts.

Which lead you to your predicament now.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.  

You wanted to cry.  

You stared at the test in front of you. Two lines. Positive. There was no denying it, as much as you wanted it to be negative. You could tell you were pregnant befonhre you even took the test, all the throwing up you were doing, the nausea you felt when certain foods were being cooked at work and the ongoing foot and back pains you felt.

You didn’t know what to do. There was only thing you could do, but you certainly didn’t want that. ‘Call him’ the voice in your head urged. ‘That would be the best option right?’ you thought ‘I mean he did love you afterall...’

It took a whole day of pacing around and wondering on what you should do. But you knew that leaving the situation longer would only make it worse. So you kept his business card on you when he gave it to you since that was the only phone number you had. He was all you actually had.

You called and the phone rang 4 times, your heart beating faster and faster as it rang.

“He-”

“Hello this is Sakura Iwaizumi speaking” a feminine voice said “Who is calling?” you hear someone say in the background. ‘Iwaizumi’ you thought, your face smiling. You realised you haven’t responded so you rushed out  

“I’m Y/N L/N, I need to speak with Iwaizumi.”

“Haji dear, there's a girl on the phone for you... someone of the name called Y/N L/N”

You heard muffles in the background and Iwaizumi saying “Just hang up the phone she’s not worth it.” Your heart stung ‘She’s not worth it.’ Did he really mean that? As much as you claim to hate him, you didn’t really. As you’ve said before you always liked his loving and caring side over his cold hearted one.

You put the phone down and just cried, wailing your heart out for him. Why? You don’t really know to be honest. This was all a dumb agreement, he used you because he was bored and he probably already knew you were pregnant from when he gave you that concussion. But ‘he doesn’t want you’ you reminded yourself because ‘I’m not worth it.’

AUTHORS NOTE: once again, i’m sorry lol. But im most likely going to do a part two of my ‘long shot’ series with Akaashi or a character of your choosing. 

[shanitani]

Hi! May I ask Todoroki accidentally forgetting his S/O's birthday, angst time until his S/O accept his apologies and he decided to spoil them (even tho their S/O does not want him to spend so much money on them... He still don't care lol) thanks! ♥️

contains : shoto x fem reader

includes: angst -> fluff

a: hi babe, ngl this made me get a bit sad bc I feel like he would Lowkey forget ur birthday but not to this extent yk like probably for the first hour of the day- anyways I’m rambling .. here you go <3 

Feeling the crisp morning air hit your face, you smiled before even opening your eyes. Snuggled in what felt like your boyfriend, was in actuality just your throw blanket. You looked around for a sudden moment, stuck in the back of your mind that maybe, just maybe he forgot your birthday. 

‘Maybe he’s just cooking breakfast’ You shook away your thoughts stretching out of bed to smell nothing. To see nothing but a flimsy note on the kitchen counter in scribbled drawn out writing “Had something come up at the agency, be back later - shoto”

You couldn’t say that you weren’t mad or that you didn’t feel a slight pull at your heartstrings, but Shoto was like this - he doesn’t show emotions well with language, more so physical touch. And, you knew what you were getting yourself into dating a pro hero. He let you know before hand how much he had to be gone no matter the instance, and you still stuck with him because he was one of a kind that you couldn’t just let pass up - that’s what made Shoto instantly fall in love with you.

So, you stuck to your promise of unconditional love no matter if he was wrapped in your arms, or messily throwing things in a suitcase to fly out for a emergency mission. You just wished the universe had been a little nice to you today, or at the least gotten an happy birthday at the end of the note.

Despite not being with your boyfriend, Mina had instantly hit you up asking to hang out at the bar later. So instead of sulking, you spent your afternoon with Mina - waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home.

The afternoon passed, and he still wasn’t home. dropping you a quick message saying, “taking longer than expected, be home later tonight - don’t wait up.” don’t wait up.. was he forreal? or was this just he serious? you thought over and over again taking off the heels you were supposed to wear with Shoto to your birthday dinner.

You wanted to cry, but you didn’t. “Not on your birthday Y/N” you spoke out loud trying to surpass the tears fighting to come out. Instead, jumping in the shower to clear your mind from it all and sitting down on the couch and watch movies to pass the time. 

Hours clicked by, 10pm it stated on the clock. Your birthday was over, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found, tears fought angrily to come out - and you couldn’t do anything but let them force their way out. You choked out a sob on the couch, feeling hopeless and letting your mind get the best of you.

Was he seeing another woman? did he forget? does he even love me anymore? I wouldn’t blame him... Am I not good enough?

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“Yeah thanks for helping me with the Mission today, I know it was last minute.” Midoriya nervously smiled rubbing the back of his neck before the bi colored boy shrugged picking up the last of his belongings. “Sorry again, I really do owe you.” the two boys walked out of the agency about to part ways as Todoroki stood confused at why Midoriya felt so sorry this week - this was usual for him to have to leave last minute.

“What for? this is what I signed up for.” Todoroki began to open his car door, shuffling his hair back into place, “Well I tried Bakugo and Kirishima but they had their own mission to fufill, and Denki wasn’t suited right for this job. Didn’t want to call you on your girlfriends birthday y’know? seemed rude.” Todoroki stopped in his tracks, trying to calculate what day it was. He fumbled with his phone trying to see the date, It can’t be today... its not, Midoriya’s just tired.. right? he silently prayed Midoriya was wrong - until he wasn’t.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ve gotta go Midoriya okay?” The boy didn’t wait for response from the green haired boy, rushing home. ‘How can I be so fucking stupid’ he banged on the steering wheel, pushing on the gas pedal harder as he finally got to the shared apartment.

He opened the door, cringing at the bright heels he’s never seen before laying nicely by the door. Shoto rubbed his eyes with his hands - looking at the phone one more time. 11pm. the apartment was pitch black, slightly smelling like food you had previously cooked for you and your husband - that’s when guilt finally started to rush through his body, but he needed to see you - he couldn’t just not say anything.

He walked slowly through the living room door, hesitant on opening it and seeing a furious you. In the back of his mind he hoped you wouldn’t be so mad at him for this happening, but he knew the chances were slim. He opened the door only seeing more pitch black and static on the TV screen, his eyes softened to see you tugged closely onto the couch pillow. 

He inched closer to you finally taking in your looks, you had a black silk dress that slightly rose up from you sleeping, you hair was a mess - frizzy at the top. And he could tell you’ve been crying, seeing your puffed out cheeks and calmer state. He felt terrible, trying to find out how to face you. All you’ve ever done for him was be supportive, and he couldn’t even take a day off from his hectic life to spend time with the person he loves the most. 

Without thinking, he woke you up, inching you awake slowly to see you wake up in discomfort before looking at him. He smiled at you, teary eyed - but you couldn’t quite figure out why until it hit you that it was still the same day. “Hi baby, wake up we’re going somewhere.” “huh” you rubbed your eyes, feeling Shoto tug your arm up and into his arms

He leaned to your ear, whispering a small ‘i’m sorry, let me make it up to you.’ and before you could answer he opened the door, motioning you to come outside. You complied; seeing his emotional face look at you made your heart melt. He pulled you into the car, putting his hand on your thigh and starting the car. putting the radio on for background music there was a comfortable silence in the air. 

You finally pulled into a driveway, the highest level that looked over the Japan city that you liked so much. He pulled you out urging you to come to the edge and breathe. He knew that after small breakdowns you would usually come out here to get your mind off things, so he thought this was the perfect place to bring you - at least just for tonight.

His head hung low trying to figure out the words to say to you, he didn’t know how to apologize, and he wouldn’t be surprised nor mad if you wouldn’t accept it. “I’m sorry. I’m a bad boyfriend.” he croaked out, with damp cheeks attempting to look into your eyes, he grabbed your hands subcontiously to stop his rapid heartbeat. You smiled at him, taking his head and putting it into your chest like he always liked. 

“It’s alright baby, you’re an amazing boyfriend. always will be my hero.” you hummed stroking his hair softly. you didn’t care about the date or the gifts, you cared about his presence, and it was before 12am. So technically, you got what you’ve wanted.

“It’s not, and i’ll try harder to be with you more.” he looked into your eyes finally, cupping your cheek. You smiled, “best birthday ever.” you smiled, kissing his lips that you’ve longed for all day. He was scared to at first, but soon drowned into your mouth - comfortable with your taste. You pulled back, fully relaxed and content, “baby?” he hummed in response. “You still didn’t say happy birthday to me.” you teased grinning as he playfully pushed you away from him only to bring you back into his chest closer, “happy birthday sweetheart.”

BONUS BECAUSE I NEED TO:

You awoken to the smell of pancakes and bacon, the sun shining warmly on your face making you sit up. You were awoken to food, presents, and a beautiful card placed on the left of your bed. Standing over you was your boyfriend, with messy hair and sweatpants that sat nicely in the middle of his V line making your cheeks heat - he never failed to look so adorable. 

“Good morning beautiful” he kissed your cheek, sitting on the edge of the bed near you, “Close your eyes.” you complied, feeling a small thin cold object grave over your neck, “Open.” you opened your eyes to see his phone handed to you to look at the object, it was a small gold necklace engraved to say “Todoroki” you smiled finding his eyes at yours, leaning in to kiss the boy.

“You’re already gonna have my last name, so for now this will do until I put a ring on that finger.” your cheeks grew incredibly hotter, “Thank you so much baby, it’s adorable.” you grinned placing down his phone and suffocating him once more in an endless amount of kisses to his face.

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[mppmaraudergirl]

I'm debating with myself whether to ask what "way worse" could mean for the bar scene and if I want to hear the answer lol! Because the way it is now is like it has a very precarious balance of characters messing up just the right amount to still be quickly salvageable, but if you tip it either way it could potentially cause a huge mess and even a stain on them:

1) it could go worse in a way that it would be very bad, like if James didn't stop and Lily hadn't arrived or found out, after which his character would get a big hit on his likeability and the quick making up at the end wouldn't feel right;

2) or it could go worse in a way that would be good, like if James didn't stop but Lily still arrived and found out and then got rightfully angry, with James really having no room to speak up for himself, the way he did in the final version, and then we would be rooting for Lily while he groveled for a long while lol

But the final version is like a very precise balance that allows both to have a foot to stand on in their confrontation despite James messing up and I think this must be the best solution and I'm happy you went with it haha

You aren't wrong. There was definitely a balance that I wanted to strike when I was planning this bar scene. For anyone curious about the (several) way(s) this chapter almost was written, I'll ramble below this read more.

When I first plotted chapter 10, the plan was for Lily to go to the pub, but as the storyline progressed, it became apparent (to me) that her insecurities stemming from the Red/Lily debate would prevent her from doing so. (This was part of the reason I took some time between 9 and 10 because I really had to look at my outline of 10 and beyond to evaluate if it still worked.)

The interesting part is there was always the random other girl in this scenario. At first, she was just going to shamelessly flirt with James. Lily would be there in the background, out with the girls planning to have fun with no intention of going home with James, and then she was going to corner James for a good old jealous snog. I threw that out when I decided that Lily was not going to go there for an extended time.

Then when I decided (fairly quickly—like the day after I posted TRN9) that Lily definitely would not go to the pub "at all", I started to play out the scenario of what their text messages exchange would look like, what James might say, and how she might react.

I got the delightful idea to have James take the girl home with him, to not stop at the bar snog, but to say, whatever, fuck it, Lily doesn't want me and find someone else to bring home. This time, the I miss you Lily text would not have driven Lily to the pub but to James' apartment, where she would be waiting when he stumbled back home with his arm around another woman. (For a second I even debated having her show up when the girl was leaving post-hookup.) Ultimately, this didn't feel true to TRN!James and it also felt like it would break them beyond repair (or at least, it would for me personally, so I couldn't stretch my brain enough to figure out how I would reconcile them after).

Anyway, that's the journey that led us to the bar scene as it lives today. And, as has been the case with TRN!Jily this whole time, as the chapter progressed from there, these two idiots took me down a path that was far less angsty than was planned. They were not supposed to bounce back from the bar kiss so fast, but then Mia/I came up with that stupid 10 year old James story and I was like well fuck, our girl is never going to be able to walk away tonight. (And that is how the angsty supply-closet part 2 hookup in James' childhood bedroom ceased to exist.)

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2) 

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: mention of past sexual harassment, very mature karaoke (lol), mention of pornography

Day 63 and you still hadn’t talked about it.  He’d actually gotten to know you a lot better over the past two months, even almost confessing his feelings for you with that stupid half-asleep storybook thing he’d done way back when, but you still hadn’t talked about the night you saw him looking in the rearview mirror.

Tonight actually reminded him of that night; this time was a premiere, for a movie you hadn’t actually been in but apparently you were supposed to go anyways?  He didn’t get it but he figured he didn’t need to.  As long as you came back alone this time, he’d be happy.

Of course, when he saw you step out to the car to leave for the venue, he was confident that would be impossible— not that you ever looked bad on a red carpet or anything, but wow… this was different.

“It’s not too slutty, is it?” you asked him nervously, spinning around to show him the back.  Don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass—   

“Just slutty enough,” he responded with a gloved thumbs up.

“Perfect,” you smiled, and he opened the door for you to get in the back.  He took a moment to catch his breath before circling around to the driver’s side.

You actually chatted with him on the way, which was a new thing you two had started doing when he drove you.  He looked forward to your talks a lot— especially the ones where you ranted about whatever was on your mind.  You would usually apologize for rambling but he liked it; and, you were cute when you got really worked up about something, even if he thought it was kind of trivial.

As he pulled up to the red carpet, with cameras flashing and the indistinguishable yelling of reporters and fans, you shot him a look as if you didn’t want to go.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you shook your head incredulously, “I just… I wish you would’ve come and seen it.”

He recalled a few weeks back when you offered him a ticket to the premiere showing, but he’d insisted on just sticking to what he knew and letting your assistant have the spare ticket.  “I’ll catch it on Netflix,” he dismissed.

“No, I mean, I wish you were coming with me,” you explained.

Was it hot in here, all of a sudden?  Because his cheeks felt warm.  “Uh, you don’t want me in there.  I always fall asleep in theaters anyways.  Just go have fun and I’ll catch you after.”

“Okay,” you nodded with an adorable little smile.

So he waited, wondering if he should’ve taken you up on it all those weeks ago, but decided he probably made the right call.  He would just embarrass you in a place like that, more than likely, and you had enough to deal with already.  He felt more useful waiting in the wings than being in the spotlight, to use a fittingly-timed theater metaphor.

It was a few hours of him killing time in the car, but he got to relax a little more since the event already had pretty good security on its own.  You’d recommended a book called Flowers for Algernon to him, even lending him your copy for the time being, and so he leaned his seat back and picked up where he’d left off from this morning.  Of course, if he had known that you’d be gone long enough for him to finish, and that the ending was going to make him cry, he probably wouldn’t have read it.  WIth his luck, it was inevitable that he’d be all but sobbing when you texted him to pull the car around.

Wiping his tears and hoping his eyes wouldn’t be too red, he tossed the book into the glovebox and started the engine.  You waved cheerily when you saw him from the entrance, and he attempted to navigate through all the other cars pulling up so he could reach you.  Thankfully, you didn’t have a new friend with you this time— or an old friend.  Jealousy crisis averted, for now.

“How was it?” he asked with a smile as you opened the door and slipped in, unable to hide how happy he was to see you.

“The premiere itself was a lot of fun, I got to see some people I hadn’t seen in ages; the movie, though?  Sort of pretentious,” you admitted as you shut the door and he got the car moving again.  “And way too long!  I could watch movies all day, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch a movie all day!”

“Fair enough,” he laughed.

“What did you do?” you asked innocently.

“I finished your book,” he frowned, trying not to think about it so he wouldn’t get emotional again.  

“Ah, I can tell you’re still a little hurt about it,” you smiled mischievously.  “Should’ve warned you about the ending.”

“No, no,” he disagreed, “it’s not a bad ending just because it’s a sad one… it was a good book.”

You’d already been smiling, but your smile undeniably changed as he watched it in the rearview mirror.  Something softer, something more sensitive.  He liked this one better.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Just in time to interrupt the moment, you saw something on the passing street outside that caught your attention.

“Ooh, karaoke!” you piped up, pressing your face against the inside of the window excitedly.  “Pull over!”

He chuckled at how easily distracted you were, but did as you’d asked.  He barely found time to slow down to a stop before you were opening the door and running out, flashing your ID to get inside.

He groaned as he realized how completely unsafe it was for you to be in a bar… especially now, when you were at your most recognizable and literally still wearing what you’d had on at the premiere.  Thankfully, he managed to pull the car around and park in the closest spot he could find, jogging to join you inside the bar and hoping you hadn’t already made too much of a scene.  His hopes were dashed the moment he pushed through the door, however.

“Is she perverted like me?  Would she go down on you in a theater?” you sang along with the grungy backing track of Alanis Morrisette’s You Oughta Know; your lips were curled into a faux snarl as you stood on stage with your heels in one hand and the microphone in the other.

Bucky’s head fell into his hands, looking around to see hundreds of bar patrons, nearly all of them with their phones out filming you.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Bucky mumbled to himself, hoping you would somehow hear it and take his advice.  Instead, you pantomimed sucking a dick with a cute little wink and everyone cheered.  “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“And I’m here, to remind you,” you continued, jumping around wildly; you looked like you were having the time of your life, honestly.  If he wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve let himself smile seeing you so happy.

During the bridge, you stole someone’s water off their table and poured a bit on your head, slicking your hair back and shivering from the cold.  There was something about the water dripping down your face, starting to soak your clothes and make your skin glisten...

Bucky glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him before subtly adjusting his jeans.

He watched you sing the entire song, making most of the notes and definitely capturing the anger of the original song— if clearly having a lot more fun with it than most would.  The entire bar cheered when you finished, and you took a moment to take some pictures with people and meet a few fans, which he thought was sweet even if his bodyguard instincts forced him to interrupt after a moment.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he guided you away gently.

“Goodnight!” you waved goodbye to someone who was already buried in her phone and posting the photo you’d taken with her.

“Have a good time?” he asked sarcastically as the two of you began to walk out together.

“Would’ve been better if you hadn’t been glaring at me the whole time,” you smirked.

“I wasn’t glaring, I was just… watching.  You have a good voice, you know.”

You seemed surprised by the compliment.  “Oh.  Thanks.”

“And your stage presence is certainly… energetic,” he grinned.  “I bet your little charade is already trending.”

“I checked, and it is,” you giggled, showing him your phone for a moment where Twitter was open and you were the #7 topic in the United States and climbing.  “And the part where I poured that water on myself is pretty gif-able, don’t you think?”

He raised a brow as he held the back door of the bar open as you slipped back on your heels and walked past him.  “Is that why you did it?  For the reaction?”

“I did it cause it was fun,” you corrected.  “You wouldn’t know anything about that.  And the water thing was just practical, I was getting hot in this dress.”

That didn’t seem to be a problem anymore with the way you shivered in the night air as he walked you through the parking lot.  “Want my jacket?” he offered.

“No,” you frowned, but you eyed the leather with a hungry stare.  He chuckled and took it off, draping it over your shoulders anyways.  “How far is the car?” 

“Uh, a block?  Not much parking this time of night,” he explained.

“Ugh, these heels,” you groaned, “they hurt so bad.  I don’t know if I can make it.”  You began to slip them off but he stopped you.

“You can’t go barefoot out here, god knows what’s on the ground,” he shuddered; what if there was broken glass or something?

“Well, I can’t wear these,” you frowned, “and I probably shouldn’t be walking on asphalt in red bottoms anyway…”

He probably should’ve warned you before he scooped you up into his arms, but it was sort of instinct and he kinda forgot to say anything first.  You squealed a little but then went lax in his grip.

“You’re gonna carry me the whole way?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s only a block,” he shrugged, adjusting you in his arms a bit before starting the walk. 

It got quiet after that, the cool night air rustling the trees and blowing through his hair— frankly, he was a little chilly without his jacket, but it looked better on you anyhow.  The drive home was quiet, too, or at least quieter than usual, but it didn’t feel awkward, necessarily.  It didn’t feel like a lull in the conversation; it felt more like the conversation had just changed from verbal to non-verbal.  You both looked around at the city lights surrounding you on the drive, silent because there was nothing that needed to be said.  It wasn’t nervous, or tense, or anxiety-inducing like most of his interactions with you (or with anyone) could be.

It felt like time spent with an old friend.  He hadn’t known you long enough for that to be accurate, but he was happy to think of you as a new friend.  He just hoped you thought the same.

Arriving at the house, he dropped you off at the front and watched you make a mad dash for the stairs and presumably your bedroom, smiling to himself as he parked the car and came in to follow you.  He saw his jacket tossed onto the couch and your expensive shoes discarded right by the door.  Going upstairs and peeking into your room, he saw your limp form flopped onto the bed, your back exposed from the low cut of the dress.

“You’d better not get comfortable, you’ll kill me if I let you fall asleep with all that makeup on,” he frowned, leaning against the doorway.

"I couldn't fall asleep yet, anyways.  I'm wired."

“Any plans to burn off all that energy?” he pressed.

You groaned a little as you sat up, starting to unclasp all the jewelry on your wrists, around your neck, and on your ears.  “It’ll take me a while to get out of all of this— but not as long as it took me to get into it,” you laughed.  “Then I’m thinking TV and beers.”

“Beers?” he questioned, emphasizing the plural.  “You plannin’ to get toasted right before you go to sleep?”

“No, it’s plural because there’s one beer for me and one beer for you,” you explained with the slightest air of condescension, but he couldn’t really think of it as rude since it was an invitation.

“I don’t want to intrude on your chill evening,” he refuted.

“No, really, you’re not intruding!” you insisted, standing up and setting the jewelry on a nightstand before approaching him and turning to face away from him.  “Will you unzip me please?”

He stammered a little.  “I don’t… see a zipper,” he admitted with a weak voice.

“It’s on the side here, see?” you lifted your arm a bit, and pointed to it.  

Reaching out to touch your zipper was reminiscent of that old boardgame Operation: he needed to touch the zipper and only the zipper, cause if he bumped into anything else nearby, he got the feeling he’d get zapped.

His breath caught a bit as he watched more and more of your skin become exposed, the zipper ending up so low that he could just barely see the top of something lacy around your hips— and he had to stop there because anything more could induce cardiac arrest.  

“Thanks!” you piped up happily, slipping away to your closet to do the rest in private.  “Will you get the beers while I take my makeup off?” you requested through the shut door.

“Sure,’ he replied, turning to leave but realizing he should ask first: “Shiner or Pabst?” 

“Don’t patronize me,” you grumbled, and he laughed because it was a stupid question.  Trodding downstairs, he grabbed the Shiners from the fridge, stopping to check his phone only to see that it had started to automatically send him headlines pertaining to you.

‘Touch of Blood’ star gives impromptu karaoke performance at Queens dive bar!

He laughed at the picture of you onstage, even though he thought it was kind of reductive to describe you by a movie you’d been in so long ago when you had so much great new stuff coming out.  Jumping back up the stairs, beers in hand, he found you makeup-free (aside from some leftover mascara and eyeliner that hadn’t really made it all the way off) and in a robe, laying on the bed as you pointed the remote at your TV.  He thought you looked almost more beautiful like this than you did on the red carpet; of course, objectively, everybody looks better when they’ve been painted to the point of perfection, but he liked the domesticity of this.  When you were casual and relaxed like this, he could almost, almost pretend you were his girlfriend or something.  And not, you know, a global superstar and his employer.

“Beer me,” you requested as he sat down next to you, handing you a bottle and trying to ignore the thorough view of your legs he was getting in that robe.

“Anything good on?” he prompted as he watched you scroll through the channels on the guide.

“Uh, not particularly,” you frowned.  

“They’re showing a game,” he pointed out as you passed the sports channels.

“I’d rather watch this pay-per-view porn,” you rolled your eyes.

He cleared his throat but said nothing because he was confident there was no good response to that.

“Hey, I’m in this!” you beamed, changing the channel quickly.  He nearly had a heart attack until he realized you weren’t scrolling through the porn channels anymore.

He recognized the film instantly as the one of yours that he’d seen the most, for one very embarrassing and slightly sinister reason; looking down to the corner, he saw the HBO logo and realized it wasn’t going to be edited.  His palms got a little clammy but he tried not to worry about it too much.

“Oh, this girl was super nice,” you remembered as you pointed to a character on-screen.  “She had a bigger role but most of it got edited out.”

“That must be a bummer,” he imagined.

“Eh, it happens,” you shrugged.  “Beats getting fired, or recast in the sequel.”

“Have you ever been fired during filming?” he pressed, morbidly curious.

“Once,” you nodded.  “We were only a few days into it so they had no trouble finding somebody new and redoing my scenes.  Just think: I could’ve been a Bond girl if I’d slept with that producer.”

“You— what?!” he squawked.  “You got fired because you wouldn’t have sex with a film exec?”

“I got fired because of ‘creative differences,’” you explained with exaggerated air quotes, “and, unrelatedly, those creative differences surfaced the morning after I refused to get down and dirty with the EP.”

“Jesus,” he shook his head, “that’s… I hope you told someone.”

“Yeah, anonymously.  Somebody will care someday, but not yet.  He’s still too profitable, and not enough people have come forward.”

He glanced over at you, admiring your profile as you kept your eyes on the TV and took a sip of your beer.  When you turned your head and looked back at him, he realized he’d been staring a bit too long.

“What?” you asked, quirking your brow a bit. 

“What?” he repeated.

“You’re staring at me,” you frowned.

“Sorry, I was just… sorry,” he shook his head and looked back ahead.  What he found there wasn’t much less embarrassing, though: he knew all too well that this was the scene right before THE scene.  The scene he’d watched over and over until his arousal overpowered his shame.  The scene that he’d used to try to satisfy his crush on you, but it only made it worse.  The scene that had burrowed into his mind and deepened his obsession even as he fought it with everything he had…

You know, that scene.  And he was about to watch it with you.  

Bucky was completely, entirely, and supremely fucked.

[jinkicake]

You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call them daddy in front of the team. 

Aone Takanobu x Reader

Sawamura Daichi x Reader

For you, sweet Anon! I kinda rambled about Aone,,, uhhhh,,,, I just had so much to say about him! This is my first time writing for him and I had a lot of thoughts.... too many Aone thoughts..... I think his is the longest one I’ve written.... LOL bruh,, I was looking at my other posts and realized I have been spelling ‘accidentally’ wrong every entire time wtffff i-

SMUT

WC- 2,517

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Aone Takanobu

Aone… is a service top,,,,, come on we all know he is

Like you cannot tell me this King wouldn’t treat you right, he is one of the ONLY haikyuu boys I would trust enough to marry

TBH mans doesn’t say shit and he isn’t going to say shit when you call him daddy in front of the team

The team though,,,, shit is going to go down like these mfs are going to combust

You have Futakuchi just standing there speechless with a proud look all over his face as he slowly starts clapping

And sweet Sakunami is like….. ‘did you guys hear sum….”

Ugh there is so much I could say about Aone….. like he would try to be sooo gentle with you just because he is a gentle person,,,, a sweet angel whose only concern is that no one will sit next to him on the train…. HOWEVER, despite as gentle as he tries to be this man still has power. Therefore,,,, you’re gonna get your guts rearranged, isn’t that nice?

Anyway,,,, let’s get into it!!

So basically….. it’s after practice and you’re there talking to Mai while waiting for the mf clowns to hurry up

And of course, Futakuchi wants to keep practicing a little bit so you’re like whatever fine,,,,,, since Aone was staying after too

You don’t really mind too much because Mai decided to stay a little longer as well but as soon as she left you grew tired fast, you had been sitting on the floor against the wall for over 40 minutes and all you want to do is go to sleep

You try to hold your tongue and not be rude because,,,, you don’t want to interrupt your boyfriend’s personal practice but gawwwwd were you bored

Instead, you innocently look around,,,,, innocently, however, your eyes keep going back to the tall blocker…. You glare at him so he notices your anger

Aone does and stares at you with a frown like he can’t figure out what he did wrong,,,,,,, you puff your cheeks out in retaliation

Behind him you see Futakuchi looking at you with a smug expression like 0.0 ,,,,,,, and then Aone looks at him disapprovingly

“What, I was just trying to join in on the conversation,” Futakuchi jokes and slaps Aone’s back before focusing back on the court

You’re like two seconds away from stomping your feet in retaliation,,,,, it’s nearly eight o’clock!!!

So with the anger of a very tired student, you begin walking around and cleaning up the stray balls

You start doing anything to hurry up their practice so you can finally leave with your boyfriend in tow, Sakunami gives you a thankful smile and you feel your irritation slightly diminish

There is something about the first year that you have just come to adore,,,,, not all first years though....

“Yo!” Koganegawa calls and you glance at him, your eyes widen when you notice the volleyball fly past your face. It misses you by a hair

You feel your eye twitch but still, inhale a deep breath to calm yourself down before turning to Futakuchi

“Kenji, when are you guys going to finish practice?” You ask sweetly and the captain looks deep in thought before shrugging

“I don’t know like 40 mins” He responds and you can’t help but whimper and gently stomp your foot, your boyfriend notices your change in attitude and glares at his friend,,,,,, “Fine like 10 minutes” Futakuchi groans and you have to hold yourself back from kissing your boyfriend senseless

That’s how you find yourself in the storage closet minutes later, placing the volleyballs in their respective corners

Aone follows closely behind you, not that you notice, and you nearly scream when you feel his arms wrap around your waist. Your boyfriend curls over your form to rest his chin on your shoulder, gently kissing your skin apologetically….. so he did pick up on the reason for your attitude!

You reach up and ruffle his light hair, giggling when you feel his smile against your neck

“Sorry I was acting so annoyed, I’m just really tired,” You tell him and his arms tighten around you

“That’s okay” Aone mumbles and you nearly melt, it isn’t often that you hear from him but when you do….. it makes you turn into a flustered mess

“I just wanted to go home, daddy” You whisper back quietly,, Aone pulls you flush into his chest and you squeak at the contact

However, when you hear a ball dropping behind you,,,,,,, you glance back in shock at the horrified first year

Sakunami opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, he slowly backs out of the closet and nearly trips when he runs away

“DADDY?!” Koganegawa mimics and Futakuchi pushes him out of the storage closet doors

“What are you talking about-“ He starts but cuts himself off but an impressed gasp when he notices your shocked face,,,, Futakuchi only smiles at his friends back and pretends to wipe a proud tear from his face

“You didn’t hear what you think you did….” You try and cover up but Koganegawa only repeats the word,,,,,, Futakuchi simply shrugs innocently

“I’ll give you your time alone,” He quietly closes the closet door and you sigh at the darkness

“Let me turn on a light-“ You start but Aone pins you to the nearest wall, his hands are gentle on your hips and you gasp at the suddenness of it all

“My love,” He starts and your eyes widen at the heat pooling between your thighs “stay quiet”

“Daddy, please. Please, please, please.” You beg, already taken over by pleasure. Aone continues to slowly thrust into you in a way that leaves you breathless and crying for more. His low grunts ring throughout the room and you whimper when you notice how his biceps flex with every thrust. 

Each stroke of his hard cock is so powerful that it nearly sends you into the headboard, you rake your nails along his ribs and tighten around him at the way his abdomen ripples under your touch. “I need more, daddy, please give me more.” 

Aone reaches down and rubs away the tears that spilled onto your cheeks with his thumb, he softly cups your cheek and leans down to kiss you. The kiss is a simple peck and you whine when he pulls away, however, your whines don’t last for very long. Your boyfriend picks up the pace and begins to snap his hips into yours, your breasts bounce with every thrust and you can’t help the way your voice shakes.

“Yes, yes, thank you daddy-“ You praise and moans of appreciation leave your lips so frequently, he is ruining you. There is something about the way he moves his hips so skillfully, how he thrusts into you so deeply but still manages to brush against your g-spot every time. It runs you up the wall and you’re so far gone you can barely focus on anything but him. 

Aone moves to rest on his forearms, leaning directly on his left side while his right hand reaches down to move your clit back and forth between his large fingers. His movements are slow and cautious, in a very teasing pace to build up the pleasure. Aone always winds you up so tightly before letting you snap, he is so focused on you. You mewl and arch your back, pressing your chest directly in his own, as he begins to rub circles into your clit. You open your mouth to say something but no words come out, that look in your eyes nearly makes his hips stutter and your boyfriend leans down to whisper his command.

“Cum.”

Sawamura Daichi

Let me start off by saying that all the captains have daddy kinks, no I will not be taking criticism

There is not ONE captain who doesn’t exude daddy energy…. I would love to see someone try to prove me wrong~~~ </333

Anyway,,,, Daichi is not called the dad of the team because he is mature and shit,,,,, no that is not the reason

Daichi is the daddy™ of the team, get it right, do I really have to explain this one

Like yessss feed us bitches who have issues with their fathers, yessss where my daddy kink bitches at? We are eating good tonight! 

Daichi isn’t my favorite daddy captain, it will always be Ushijima Kita, but lawwwwd he does make me act up

I thought about it for a while,,,,, how Daichi would react to being called daddy in front of his team and honestly,,,,, I don’t really know…..

His team is such a mess that instead of being embarrassed or anything he would have to calm them down because they’re losing their minds like he does not have the time to be embarrassed ya know

Daichi is a soft daddy,,,,, like come on you have a crazy mf like Sugawara and you expect him not to be soft 

Tbh I hardcore ship Daichi with that cute girl from the girls’ volleyball team like ugh her crush on him is sooooo cute,,,, idk why that is relevant I just wanted to point out how adorable and sweet they are ….. power couple!!

“He has a daddy kink,” Kiyoko points at the picture with the blonde in a yellow uniform, the two of you are going through the Spring High volleyball magazine

“Didn’t he hit on you one time, lucky bitch” You gasp dramatically and Kiyoko rolls her eyes before flicking your forehead,,,, it is only the two of you in the gym before practice starts

Your once shy friend is laid back and comfortable, out of her shell since it is only the two of you

“Daddy kink” She points to middle blocker daddy!matsukawa from Seijoh and you give her an approving nod

“Daddy kink” You then point to the ace ugh iwaizumi </3 and Kiyoko draws a heart over his face

“Daddy kink, daddy kink, daddy kink,” She begins pointing to numerous members from Seijoh “they all have daddy kinks”

“Somebody is eager,” You playfully flirt and she presses her fingers to your cheek to push you away

“Omg do Karasuno, please I need to know your thoughts!” You beg and flip to your own school’s team, Kiyoko looks at you cautiously before taking a deep breath in

She refuses to speak but points at Asahi and you nod in agreement “I believe so as well” You whisper and she chokes on her laughter

Kiyoko glances at you experimentally and then points at Daichi,,,,, she stares at you and watches as you try to hide your expression

“Well… not that I would know-“ You lie and she pushes your shoulder,, you dramatically stand up in front of her with your hands on your hips “Yes. He does have a daddy kink” and then Kiyoko laughs loudly, covering her mouth as she falls over and wheezes

“Girl fuck you, you expect me to fuck Daichi and not call him daddy?” You ask and she tries to wave you off

“(Y/N), I’m not judging-“ She cries, clutching her sides as you continue to scream random nonsense

“No, I do call Daichi ‘daddy’ and what about it? Tell me you wouldn’t also!” Your voice echos throughout the empty hollow gym and, not to your knowledge, outside the doors as well

Kiyoko continues to laugh loudly, her angelic laughter is something you know the second years would kill to hear, however when she glances at the open doors she immediately closes back up again

She grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit back down beside her, trying to act like you two weren’t just discussing what you call Daichi late at night

Someone clears their throat from the doorway and you glance up to see your boyfriend along with the other third years and a few second years

“H-Hey” your voice cracks and Kiyoko covers her face with the magazine to hide her laughter, her shoulders shake violently beside you “what are you guys up to?” You glance around the gym and try to ignore the silence

“Not much~” Sugawara sings and walks up to you, he grabs the magazine and points at himself before whispering, “daddy” he solidifies the secret with a wink and you burst out laughing

Kiyoko stands up and tries to hide her face into the wall to hide the way she is laughing so hard

“I can’t be here,” You choke and get up, walking past your boyfriend who stares at you with an emotionless expression

You know he heard everything~~

“Daddy,” You giggle as you continue to roll your hips on Daichi’s lap, you let out an exaggerated moan when you feel his cock harden beneath you. Teasingly you bite your bottom lip and flirt with his eyes, continuing to grind against him. Daichi simply ignores you and you move your lips to his neck, trying to get some sort of reaction from him.

You lick at his skin and release a muffled moan when you bite down on his skin. You’re acting so cocky right now, so driven by lust that you’re acting so foolishly in front of your boyfriend.

“Come on, fuck me.” You push your chest into his, purposely rubbing your breasts against him. Daichi leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours, pulling away whenever you get too close.

“Why should I fuck you when you’ve been nothing but naughty?” He asks and you bring your finger up to tap your chin before you laugh softly again.

“Hmm because I asked, daddy.” You lean up on your knees and press your lips to his, Daichi swiftly smacks your ass. His hand stings your flesh and you whimper but can’t help the smile that grows on your face from getting what you want. “Mmm just like that~” You laugh breathily and Daichi positions you down onto his thigh, you mewl at the feeling of his strong muscle pressed underneath you. His hand comes up to wrap around your throat, teasingly he squeezes the sides of your neck and watches the way your eyes cloud up at. “Yes, daddy.”

You try to kiss him once more but you’re unable to move due to the hold he has on you. Daichi continues to bring his hand down and spank you over and over, his slaps are harsh but you happily take them as you feel the liquid pooling between your legs.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Daichi asks and his eyes narrow warningly at you, you pretend you don’t notice. You know he is referring to earlier today.

“I’m sorry, daddy?” You apologize but you can’t help but wonder if you really are sorry or not, you give him another cheeky smile and Daichi slaps your ass once more while cutting off your flow of air.

“You love your punishments, don’t you baby girl?” He asks and you nod eagerly. “I know, god, I’m going to fuck you so good.”

~ Taglist.

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[arcademoonlight]

could we just kiss (like real people do) || childe x harbinger!reader

wow this is very very self-indulgent aughhfshf. i would call it a new writing style but wth is a writing style anyways lol. based off of like real people do by hozier warnings: proofread but not well (please ignore errors), spoilers for childe's story, mentioned drinking, both childe and the reader are emotionally constipated, and the reader + childe kiss at the end word count: 1201 part one (you are here), part two content under the cut!

You were a harbinger. You weren’t as feared as La Signora, nor as disliked as Scaramouche, but you were still on a pedestal. Everybody was watching you. Everybody was wary. It felt... It felt unreal. You couldn’t even walk down the street without stares or whispers. You couldn’t get food in a restaurant without the waitresses whimpering to each other with the fear you would harm them if they messed up your order. You were coveted for your healing abilities to the point where doctors would turn you away if you needed them, telling you to ‘fix it yourself’. Very few people even treated you like a real person anymore. You were a feared monster and an expendable soldier all in one. You were a harbinger. So when your best friend was sent off to Liyue Harbor alone you couldn’t complain. You couldn’t say anything. All you could do is engrain every detail of his goodbye hug into your mind hoping that he’d give you another less bittersweet hug soon. As you laid awake in your room you could only think about how his cocky laughter made you smile. Or about how when he spoke fondly of your talents your heart would hammer in your chest. You thought yourself into a tizzy as you began to reflect more on your feelings for him. You were a harbinger. You had no time for these foolish feelings. They would only get in the way. To try and hope they would leave you scribbled down everything about him that made you feel like you were floating. Page after page of that notebook got filled, each with incredible detail. The night you finished it you took it into the woods and buried it. The next day you didn’t feel any better. How frustrating. You went back and buried the book deeper. It still didn’t help. You were a harbinger. When you were sent off to join your companion you were overjoyed at your inability to argue. You swiftly packed you bags and you left as quickly as Tsartia would allow. A feeling similar to relief flooded you as you stood near the entrance to the bustling dockyard. “Hello, Childe.” You spoke calmly, trying to hide the joyful quiver in your voice as your friend approached you. “Heyyy~” He chuckled with his usual smirk. He was quick to pull you into an embrace, your face flushing as he held you against his torso. “For what it’s worth I’ve missed you.” “I missed you too.” You beamed. He grabbed your hand, starting to drag you towards the crowds of people lingering around. “I can’t wait to show you the harbor!!” The red head beamed as he pointed out each store and place he had been in the past few months, nodding to civilians he recognized despite their fear. If you two weren’t here to do Tsartia’s dirty work it would almost be like a date. As you returned to your temporary living quarters you tried to drift off to sleep, sighing with dread as you realized that wouldn’t be happening tonight. You were a harbinger. You are just doing your job. Yet you can’t help but stare at the ceiling of your current sleeping chamber replaying the events of the day in your mind. How Childe smiled when he greeted you. How warm and comforting his hug was. How his hand was laced in yours as he showed you around the city and how nicely your hands fit together. Every smirk and every comment and every touch bounced around in your head. With a sigh you sat up and slipped out of bed, fishing around in your desk for a journal you had bought earlier that day. You began to fill the pages with your writing about Childe once more. You filled the bound book over the course of a few days. You were a harbinger. Harbingers were supposed to be sure of themselves. Then why did you feel so in the wrong as you snuck out to bury your book again? Childe noticed your absence and decided to find where you went. As he saw you digging he gave you a worried, almost apprehensive, glance. You stared back at him with glossy eyes. He left silently, but you dreaded the questions he could ask. Not to worry though, he won’t be asking anything directly. In some sad way, he already knew what you were doing. You weren’t the only one with notebooks filled to the

brim with loving notes and lament-filled realizations. You were a harbinger. It was a surprise for you and Childe to get enough free time to sit on a balcony and just chat while looking at the stars. You enjoyed the downtime and the drinking. You enjoyed Childe’s voice. You both exchanged many drinks that night. The more drinks you shared the more secrets began to spill. You despised your job. Childe missed his family. You resented your vision. Childe didn’t join the fatui one hundred percent willingly. It wasn’t long until two of the biggest secrets were to be revealed. It was your turn to say something. Taking another drink of whatever intoxicated beverage was in front of you, you shakily sighed. “You know, I really uh- I really like you. That's my secret for this turn I guess.” “That's not a secret silly!! I already know you like me, why else would we be friends?” Childe snickered, giving you a confused look. There was tension building in the air regardless of his laid back attitude. “I- for Archon’s sake Childe! I have romantic feelings for you!! In fact, I’ve been festering these feelings for a while- I’ve just refrained from vocalizing them because it’s strongly unlikely that I’ve been blessed with enough luck for you to feel the same.” Your voice shook and you avoided his gaze, your lower lip quivering as you anticipated negative judgement. You didn’t mean for your confession to be longer than a few words but you did tend to ramble when nervous. You just hoped Childe wouldn’t be a jerk about it. “Ajax.” He corrected, a newfound glint in his eyes. “Huh?” You glanced to the ginger beside you, a bit confused at the sudden name being thrown out in the air. “My name is Ajax. If you want me to accept your confession then do it right~” Childe, no. Ajax, mused. He was just trying to drag it out for his own satisfaction, even if he was already overjoyed to hear that you felt the same. “Damn it Ajax! Why can’t we just kiss like real people do?” You groaned. At your exasperated words he yanked you toward him. He was careful but still as rowdy as always. Almost as if time was moving slower, he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was too short for either of your likings but sweet nonetheless. It meant a lot to both parties to just be real. For their only audience to be the stars. Maybe for once you weren’t the only one with your career weighing heavily upon you. Maybe for once you were a person. You were a harbinger. But so was Childe.