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ASOUE Inventions(used and unused)That Have Me Inspired

Original Book Series

-Grappling hook made of torn ugly clothing,a bent and broken curtain rod,and wire

-New kind of pencil sharpener

-Lockpick made from two plug prongs,a thumbtack,and soap as a lubricant

-Scratch-made telephone

-Automatic harmonica player

-Signaling device made with cloth,a fishing pole,a metal bucket,and a hairnet

-Retriever made out of chewed gum and a debarker

-Noisy shoes with metal on the heels and toes

-Staple-making device made with creamed spinach,metal rods,a toe-shaped potato,a small crab,and a fork

-A rope made of curtains,extension cords,and neckties

-Welding torches made of oven-heated fire tongs(when the heat died down,said tongs were later used as crowbars)

-New kinds of flashlights made from broom handles,rubber bands,and tin foil

-Water pitcher as a mortar-dissolver

-Wooden bench as a battering ram

-Assisted self-sustaining mobile home

-A new kind of telegram

-Strange mixing device for food

-Automatic rolling pin made of a window shade and six pairs of skates

-Intercom system with an empty soup can with a hole in it

-Rubberband trail escape device

-Escape cart made with ivy vines,roller coaster parts,and a fan belt

-Drag chute using hammocks and a multitude of stick condiments

-Wooden table used as a brake

-Climbing equipment made with fork-assisted shoes,fake fingernails,ukulele strings,and a candelabra as an ice tester

-Dirty laundry sheet drag chute

-Saltwater filtering device

-Flashlights made of tin foil,a broom handle,and rubberbands

-Cold,hard teething device made from a silver pie server and the ear from a snowman ice sculpture

Movie(used and unused)

(Used)

-A communication collator made with a magnetic spin wheel toy,a bell,a spiral metal strip,a basket,a bone piece,a tin can,metal and small balls,a bike horn piece,and a glass pipe,gears,a metal spoon.string,and a creepy doll

-Firefly trapper

-Headgear that can show pictures slides

-Switching device made with a coil,a car seat strap…and a Littlest Elf bobblehead

-Grappling hook made with an umbrella frame and rope

-Bed-making device that can be activated with the pull of its rope,gears,and clothespegs

(Unused…though I kinda wish they were used…)

-Stone Fetcher(four or so variants)

-Easter Egg Painter

-Wind-Driven Watering Device

-Firefly-Trapping Device

-Story-Teller Device

-Telescopic Hummingbird Observation Stabilizer

-Type-o-matic Shoe-Tying Device

-Harmonica Player(four or so variation),though

-A toy boat levitating device made with a hand-cranked sharpener,popsicle sticks,and paper balloons

Videogame(all variations)

(GBA)

-Apple-Chucker made with a soup can,ice cream scoops,and hand-cranking technology

-Water Pump made with bellows,a gasket,an empty jam jar,and a shower head

-Parasol Glider made with yarn,parasol,and a weathervane

(PC)

-Smasher made with a fork,a jack-in-the-box,and a boot

-Lobber made with bicycle parts,an ice cream scoop,and a toy sailboat(flings rotten eggs,super sticky and sweet bubblegum,onions,and water balloons)

-Bug Sprayer made with a bicycle pump,sickly perfume,and a gramophone cone(sprays strong perfume,horseradish,onions,pillow feathers,bees,and lime juice)

-Lockpick made with a pencil sharpener,wire hangers,and a record

-Lever Yanker made with a gavel,a bell pull rope,a clock spring,and a scale

-Reptile Retriever made with a large hoop,burlap,a long pole+handle,and a basket

-Stilts made with snowshoes,a rope,and two oars

-Grappling hook made with a parasol frame,shower curtain rings,and a spiral carpet

(Console)

-Brilliant Bopper made with a spring,a broom,an empty coffee can,and a boxing glove

-Fruit Flinger made with a funnel,a pool floatie,an electric fan*

*can be turned into a Reptile Retriever with the addition of a lawnmower bag,a screwdriver,and a garden hose

-Baby Booster made with a fire extinguisher,a bookstrap,and a pull cord

-A Goldberg device made with a bowling ball,firewood,rope,and some assistance

-Steady Stilts made with tripod legs,a piano wire,one’s own shoes,and snowshoe straps

-Levitating Loafers made with one’s shoes(ones with laces work the best),propellers,and batteries

-Lucky Lockpick made with a spool,a paintbrush,and a pair of tweezers

-Peppermint Popper made with a fishing pole,an eggbeater,and a ladle

-Horrifying Hook made with a bicycle pump,spring coil,and a gardening hook

Netflix TV

-Grandfather clock toaster

-A stone-fetching device in a box

-Grappling hook made with curtains,a pasta maker,whisks,gears,a power tool activator with a button,and a metal garden hook piece

-Gum to fix an electrical current

-Parachute made with an enormous basket,VERY long rubberbands,and Spain’s largest handkerchief

-Pickaxe machine

-Battering ram made with a noose,a wooden bench,and a hard bread loaf

-Repairs the roller coaster with a tagliatelle grande

Fanfics

-Fixed an ancestral cuckoo clock and replaced the broken pendulum with a metal rod and a gemstone in place of a weight

-Makeshift bell alarm using a metal bucket,a cord,a rope,and a wooden spoon

-Wooden shadow makers

-A rock retriever made with a milkcrate,a perambulator wheel,and typewriter remains

-Stops a conveyor belt with broken plate bits and a thrown metal pipe

-A projectile propeller made from a broken typewriter,an empty crate of water wings,and a wagon wheel

Concepts

-A Kitchen Winch made of a collander,a candle chandelier,with the hearth tucked between the legs to center the user’s weight,and sometimes a small clock and an apron for additional back support,and additional wringer and collander for pasta

-A suitcase invention with a spring-loaded tripod on the bottom,a scissoring device activated to open it,inside being grandfather clock mechanism,sewing kit parts like spools and thread,tape measure,sewing machine parts,wheels,a belt drive,a jack-in-the-box spring,a fishing reel,and a crank key

My OC inventions

-An odd reparation to the ice cream cart cooler

-A new kind of baby mobile

-A mobile flytrap

-A small bear trap made with broken silverware,broken glass cup pieces,and leftover metal rods tied up with a very long string

-A hooked rope out of a twisted-off hook-shape umbrella handle,a twistable bendy wire,and an old rope

-A kind of preservation system consisting of mechanics such as:a juice pump made with plastic tubing,accordion bellows,and rods…a pulley system for whole wheat flour retrieval…a solar powering system…and a boxing factory system for batteries made of gears,blanket cloth,and gardening tools

-A liquid dispenser device made of syringes,an empty frosting can,hot glue,grandfather clock mechanism,a Chinese lantern cover,a horseshoe magnet with two discs attached as the handle,and plastic tubing

-A new kind of humidifier

-A multi-horned airhorn made with multiple plastic funnels,empty cans of hairspray,and an oxygen tank

-A hair-cutting made of a doorknob,cookie cutters bitten with assistance,mattress springs,hair scissors,rubberbands,egg beater blades,violin bows,and grandfather clock mechanism

-An outdoor baking stove made with parts of a refrigerator,parts of a stove,and lit fires

-A one-man band set made from:Snare drum rigs made from jewelry hooks/bands,ribbons,and old silk bands,bike horns hot-glued onto turned-over glass sundae bowls on the shoulders,a hi-hat rig made with old arcade game mechanism,a toy robot arm,the strap part of a seatbelt,and an orthopedic shoe,a harp rack for the harmonica made from bare pipe cleaners and a broken music player,a xylophone-player of metal wire and small mallets,and a bass drum rig made with bent wire

-Baby carriages made with large greenhouse boxes,light-colored parasols and umbrellas,metal bars,altered magnetic spin wheels,small bicycle wheels,and quite a bit of welding

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slothgiirl · 3 years ago

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an understanding

morpheus x reader. 5k. no use of y/n. yearning. the only thing i know about video game development comes from mythic quest. dont feed ducks bread (its bad for them) morpheus.

“You know feeding ducks bread is bad for them right,” you pointedly tell the stranger in black. The man was wearing 30 layers of black under the midday sun. You had no clue how he could bear wearing a wool coat in this heat. Sweat was already gathering around your forehead and you were in a gauzy shirt.

“Oh.” His voice was deep, an alluring quality that would’ve made him a perfect audiobook narrator. He doesn’t look up, still hunched over his loaf of french bread: the good kind that was made fresh in store at some local bakery.

“Mind if I sit here?” You didn’t want to sit on the grass. Lugging a towel on top of your laptop and bag was bad enough so you were really hoping for a bench, even one with no shade. It was just too nice of a day to spend working indoors.

He doesn’t respond. Tearing another piece of bread, he pops it into his mouth, finally looking up, looking out at the park contemplatively.

You decide that it’s okay. He didn’t say no.

He was obviously incredibly awkward or maybe didn’t get out much judging by his pasty skin. It was rather unfortunate too. Now that you’d gotten a good look at him he was cute in a way that would’ve thrilled you at twelve when you were wearing studded belts and obsessed with Mary Shelley and Trent Reznor. His hair was a hopeless mess: it’s color so black it seemed to destroy any sunlight that shone on him.

Too bad he was about as interesting as a pet rock.

Even the beta testers who were chronically online, still figuring out women at the ripe old age of twenty six (which you understood as your dating life was no better and all your hopes rested on Hinge) were livelier to talk to.

You were probably being too hard on him, you thought as you opened up the company issue computer. It was the fancy type that bent completely backwards. There were so many dialogue trees to work through. So many paths.

Sitting cross legged on the bench, you get back to work and try not to think about the man on the other end of the bench.

He managed to make eating bread an incredibly depressing act; gaunt as he was, with a forlorn expression in his clear blue eyes.

Clearly the guy was going through something.

Refocusing on your work, you turn up the screen brightness and pull up your saved files for Project: Dracul City.

There were notes.

Bottle: get sent to old lady Constancia and gain +1 luck token

Newspaper: uncover school turned shelter LORE

Right.

“Thirsty now, are we dearie,” you utter under your breath. You worked best like this, saying the lines out loud. At the office, no one batted an eye, but you’d gotten plenty of looks at cafes.

No. That was too fairytale-esque. This was more survival horror. The words rich and velvet were also on the moodboard.

“A bottle of wine to soften the blow eh?” You frowned. It sounded too young, too flirty. Old Lady Constancia ran a black market shop in the game.

“Well then, a bit of liquor for the road? Better than anything in the tavern.”

Again, it was wrong. The wrong feel for the setting.

“No need to ask how your night is going then.” There. You grin a little, reading over the dialogue tree that led here, skimming over Lady Constancia’s lines. There’d be no voice actors for this so the diction would have a lot to convey.

“What.”

“Huh,” you look up from your screen. You’d completely forgotten you were sharing the bench, speaking too loudly.

“You were saying.” The man looks over at you for the first time. His gaze is no longer distant as he studies you. It was obvious you held his full attention in spite of how cold his demeanor was.

“Nothing,” you laugh nervously, “I just-it’s something I do while working. Say what I’m writing to see if it makes sense. It’s a really good trick for dialogue. Sometimes what sounds good in my head sounds really awful to my ears. It was advice I got years ago in school. Really fucking helpful though.”

“You are a writer?”

“Ha, I wish,” you scrunch your nose feeling yourself blush. “Well, sometimes. I don’t know. I always wanted to work in video games and thought writing for them would be cool. And yeah, every now and then I think I’ve got a novel in me but I like my job. Sure-I’m not lead in anything yet but it’s fun to flesh out these characters and help build a world where people can escape into. Just look at early fallout, Kentucky Route Zero’s a really good one. . .” Your own sincerity embarrassed you. “I know,” you look down at your screen, the blinking | waiting for your next words, “most people play to blow things up and kill lines of code but, I really do think it means something to people. Give them a world to play in, create, dream. . .yeah.” God you rambling so bad. “I can stop if it bothers you?”

There’s the slightest hint of interest in the subtle relaxation of his expression, “Not at all,” he replies, putting aside the bread he had left, “There is nothing frivolous in striving to inspire people.”

His words catch you off guard. He’d been so distant before, you were expecting a brush off. “Well maybe this line won’t impact someone but you never know what characters players latch onto.” Mariska Lutz’s tapes haunted you for months after playing Bioshock for the first time.

The man does not reply again, watching the ducks hop into the murky water.

You return to your work, making an effort to keep your mumblings quiet.

It’s not until the battery low notification pops up on your screen that you look up again, shutting your laptop and stretching your legs out. Your left foot tingles hellishly, having fallen asleep.

You look over, only to find that the man had left without a word, without making a sound. It was unsurprising. When you worked you got tunnel vision. That was the reason your pot of pinto beans had burned before. No enfrijoladas for you that day.

Well, he had certainly been a character.

*****

You escape a hectic office where you’d spent the past week during crunch time as the demo went live, a short teaser of the gameplay for corporate who would never even play the game but wanted to see evidence that money would be made when the game released in time for October aka when everyone would be over school and the spooky month would fit the game’s design. You’d brought a tote bag with your lunch and snacks from the office. Nothing hit the same as lays with salsa valentina though you would like to know who kept using your bottle. You’d labelled it. As a last resort you’d taken to stashing it in your desk when you knew you’d be working from home.

July.

Kids were chasing the poor ducks back into the pond. A woman in leopard print roller skates took on hills like a pro.

You liked the warmth of sunlight on your skin.

You still wore sunscreen though.

It’s Thursday but the park is packed. You try to look for any spot that has some shade, an open seat so you can enjoy a hard earned lunch. Your fingers have cramped from all the typing you’ve done in the last few days. You haven’t checked in the mirror but you feel like roadkill.

It was about three in the morning when you’d started using eye drops to keep going, but the meeting was happening. You’d done everything you could for your team.

No luck.

The moms were out in full force today, phone in hand as their kids ran wild.

Then-

You spot the same man from your last visit to this particular park. He looks the same, only his coat is longer. It was like he was trying to get heat stroke.

Well, the trick to adulthood was just going for it. Sharing a bench wasn’t the end of the world.

You walk over.

“Hello again,” you wave, “mind if I sit here?” You could always keep looking. There was plenty of time before you had to rush back to work.

“No.”

You plop down, leaving space for not only Jesus but all his homeboys too. “Thanks. I feel like everyone keeps having the same idea as me, but I guess it’s summer and unless you take the ferry west we don’t have the best beaches.” You open the bag of chips and liberally pour salsa on them, “want one?”

You hold out the bag, offering up your snacks to the man. He seemed less morose than last time, but was for sure managing to sulk under clear skies.

He doesn’t acknowledge you. Instead he reaches into a white paper bag and slowly grabs a pinchful of birdseed to toss over to the ducks.

You’re left holding the bag of chips long enough for it to be awkward before you shrug and dig in, sucking the salt and salsa from your fingertips.

This is why you’ll never have a flat stomach. Five minute abs workouts from tiktok were not enough and you sure as hell were not giving up gansitos. There were some in your freezer waiting alongside a pint of ben and jerry’s.

“You got birdseed,” you note, amused. He had been listening to you. A thrill of excitement bubbles up in your chest.

He nods, the motion small.

Your companion was not an expressive man.

“No fat pigeons,” he states neutrally.

You’re puzzled but shrug it off. “I’ve heard you can feed them oatmeal. But I’d probably double check that.”

Finishing your tiny chip back, you fold it up neatly into a square and pop it back into your tote bag until you can toss it into the trash. Your actual lunch was a cold tomato and fresh mozzarella pasta.

Nothing exciting.

You’d been at the office for practically a week, only going home to have a quick shower and pick up food. You were overtired. Food was fuel. You’d treat yourself tomorrow to breakfast at your favorite cafe.

You idly eat as people bike by.

It could use some more sauce.

Your melancolic acquaintance continues to feed the ducks, lost in his own thoughts.

You stab a grape tomato, deciding to make conversation because what was there to lose. “I didn’t catch your name last time.” Last time, ha. You were really going on like there would be a next time. What was the chance you’d see him again? There’d been students in your same major you’d never shared a class with.

The question hangs in the air.

You chew the tomato, the juice spilling out into your mouth. It was tart.

You didn’t think he’d reply and were already considering fleeing. You could finish eating at your desk.

“Morpheus.”

“Morpheus,” you repeat so you don’t forget, “like the Greek god of sleep?” At least, you think he was the Greek god of sleep. It had been a while, he might have been a mythic hero.

“Of dreams,” he pauses, turning to you, his clear eyes peering into yours intensely, “and sleep. Yes.”

It’s only polite to introduce yourself properly now. You wipe the corners of your mouth clean and reply, “Nice to meet you Morpheus,” feeling silly and giddy (flip flopping between the two similar states) as you give him your name.

Blandly he states, “We have met before.” But with his attention on you, you catch the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The corners of his small mouth twitch in the ghost of a smile.

“All the same,” you beam at Morpheus, and finish your long lunch in quiet companionship.

*****

When you’re exhausted, you don’t even dream. Depending on whatever game you are working on, there’s weeks when you’re so mentally drained that you don’t even get under the covers before you’re out like a light.

You’re pretty sure this is a dream. Your mind rested enough to dream.

It’s usually in the middle of the dream, in the middle of the scenery changing from a party in your grandmother’s house where a bird offers you a peach to you sitting on a trampoline that you remember from summer days at your childhood friend’s house before the trampoline broke and sent you both to the ER where you only had scratches only your friend isn’t there but a programer from your internship and hey maybe this was sign from your subconsciousness that you should text her-

You let out a breath.

The sky turns pink.

Yup, this was a dream.

You lean into it, letting it happen around you, letting your mind wander as the trampoline bounces lightly with Nina’s movements. It jolts your body, your brain swings around in your skull pleasantly like being in those massage chairs.

A breeze runs over your cheeks.

You look at the blue of the trampoline border. Blue like the waters in instagram pictures. Blue-

The black trampoline washes away into dark waves and your favorite aunt lays in an innertube sipping on a cocktail, “I’m really glad we came to Hawai’i.”

“Me too. Though I’m still waiting to see a mermaid.”

“It’s great. I’m glad Lady Gaga approved the highway from San Diego to Hawai’i.”

“And we got to see those sea dragons!”

“Exactly!”

You feel something by your leg and stick your head underwater. The water is so clear, you can see everything around you, including the dolphins swimming around you, leading you somewhere. Minecraft dolphins. You grab onto it’s fin, wondering where they want to lead you. Atlantis? Too see a mermaid.

From under the water you tell your aunt, “I’ll be right back!”

“Yeah-”

And your alarm goes off. Your dream rapidly fades as you wipe the sleep from your eyes and blindly grasp around your nightstand for your phone. “Shut up!” The alarm was so annoying. Shrill ringing in your ears when all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

You send Nina a heart emoji on discord, followed by let’s grab some shaved ice.

Then, you flop back on your bed and doom scroll for a few minutes before you have to sign in on Slack.

*****

It becomes a habit.

Even as the weather takes a turn as fall sets in, you try and make it out to the park once a week, and without fail Morpheus is there. He’s not always feeding the ducks. But he’s always there and always leaves without saying a word.

You’re not offended when he barely acknowledges your wave as you sit down next to him. That was just what he was like. Morpheus suffered from perpetual resting bitch face because of his pouty mouth. You’d yet to see him smile.

It didn’t matter. You liked his presence. You enjoyed having company as you got fresh air.

He listened but rarely had much of a reply.

“It’s nice to go into the office and touch base with the other writers,” you muse, sipping at your drink, “make sure everything is coherent and I guess it helps to talk to people who are also living with this whole world in their head. It helps. The entire story’s been fleshed out by James, our lead.” You let the words hang in the air. Working from home was nice too. It lets you wake up at noon and crawl down the rabbit hole of your own imagination until three in the morning.

Morpheus’ tilts towards you as he continues to watch the wind sweep through the trees. A trio of teenage girls had brought an entire charcuterie board and flowers for their park day.

“Not to mention James does have to sign off on my work. I’m still pretty low on the totem pole.” This was your first full time gig out of school. Not an internship with terrible pay and long hours or freelance, but an honest to god full time job with benefits and pay that meant you could finally rent your own studio apartment. “Do you game?”

“No.”

You glance at him in profile. He remained as pale as the first time you’d seen him, but the gauntness in his cheeks had receded. There’s lines under his eyes that led you to believe he was closer to forty than your late twenties, closing in on the big 30. The Cut loved to post how everything changed at thirty.

“It’s fun. I didn’t really get into them until high school but that was only because my parents bought into the whole video games cause violence schtick but like, I wanted to play pokemon not Call of Duty, at least when I was nine.” You smile, thinking back on fond memories, “then I started going over to Michael’s house after school and we’d play Zelda and Fallout. His parents were complete nerds who knew Klingon so they were cool about us playing whatever they were also playing.” Your parents would not have approved of Left 4 Dead.

“I will take your word for it,” Morpheus tells you, sitting back against the bench.

You sip your tea. It’s still warm enough that the ice is melting away, watering down the taro flavor. “Or you could come over sometime and play Stardew Valley?” You pick a tree and stare at it. You were nervous about his reaction. But it had been weeks. At some point you had to make plans and grab a burger or a drink. That’s just what friends did and if you left it up to Morpheus it would probably take a year. That’s all. It had nothing to do with how your heart sped up the moment you spotted his familiar head of hair in the park. It had nothing to do with the anticipation that had you smiling like a fool on Wednesdays when you routinely went to the park.

He doesn’t respond, his expression dour.

After a beat of silence, you find it within yourself to look at him.

Morpheus meets your searching gaze with his own. You could see the emotions playing out in his blue eyes, but you could not read them. Like the eyes of a bird of prey, you could see the intelligence, the life and consciousness within, but lacked the ability to understand them the way you could read other people.

The corners of his mouth lift, his smile a precious thing you couldn’t turn away if you wanted to. “Perhaps,” he allows. “Once the image of an avenging Mina Harker fills the minds of dreamers around the world.”

Smiling softly you reply, “Only if it’s successful.” You could never be sure with indie games.

“It will be,” Morpheus states.

“I try not to focus too hard on what happens after it’s released and out of my hands. What will be will be.”

He nods.

You finish your tea.

It was a lovely day. The August sun was not so harsh after four. There were less people as families planned for a return to school. The tourists stopped visiting the Northwest in droves.

And maybe Morpheus would come over.

That was more than you’d had yesterday.

You could even show him the demo of-

You bite your lip, trying to think if you had let anything slip about Project: Dracul City. Developing games came with a strict gag order. Nothing could leak before it’s time, not the gameplay or plot or any of the concept art. Usually, you were pretty good about keeping quiet.

Surely you hadn’t told him.

And yet he’d known.

You frown.

“Do you wish to feed the ducks as well?”

His words break your line of thought. You hadn’t even noticed the crinkling sound of the paper bag as he opened the birdseed up.

“These ducks must be the most spoiled in all the public parks,” you muse, smiling at Morpheus before grabbing a handful of feed and tossing it lightly into the grass.

It was exciting to see the ducks and birds come over. The shyer animals waited to see if it was safe. They all had their own personalities.

You’re not bothered by his lack of response, the conversation stilling. You’d grown to like his taciturn ways. It gave what he did say more weight. He wore black like a uniform and over the course of the weeks in which you had been meeting up with him (undiscussed by either of you) he had become beautiful in your eyes. You wanted to run your fingers through his unkempt hair. You wanted to steal away his smiles for yourself: to know you could make such a dour man smile because he couldn’t help himself around you.

You reach for more birdseed only to find that Morpheus had left.

Figures.

*****

Unsuccessfully, you try to wipe away the number written on the cup of hot apple cider, otherwise known as the perfect fall drink as the leaves grew into vibrant array of reds and oranges with the change in seasons as the days grew cold.

The cashier had been nice, but you were only interested in one man.

The sharpie doesn’t budge at all.

You give up trying to get the sharpie off when you spot Morpheus. “Hey I got you a drink since it’s starting to get cold out.” It wasn’t coat season for you yet, but you’d started wearing a sweater while running all over town.

You hold out one of the cups, the one without the number scribbled on it.

His eyes widen, pink lips parting in surprise. But he makes no move to reach for the cup you’re offering.

“It’s apple cider,” you tack on, “warm you right up.”

He blinks.

You roll your eyes, “just take it and say thank you.”

It works. Morpheus nods, taking the cup from you, his fingers cool when they brush against your skin. “This was not necessary.”

“I know,” you say, plopping down next to him. “But I wanted to.”

“Thank you,” he inclines his head toward you. The sincerity in his voice is clear as a bell.

Heat blooms on your cheeks. “You're welcome.” Again, you smile at him as you take a sip of your cup, “I can’t wait until the street vendors start having roasted chestnuts.”

“You enjoy winter.”

“Yeah. Some of it,” you laugh, “The snow can get annoying at times but more and more I find myself taking the time to enjoy the little things. It’s not like I’m working towards getting into college, getting a degree or anything anymore. I’m just enjoying life, yeah?” You flush. In your head it sounded wise, but out loud you just sounded naive.

“My sister shares your thoughts.”

You arch a brow, “you have a sister! Older or younger?”

With a slight smile, Morpheus answers, “older.” He must be fond of her.

“Well she’s right. It’s hard at first. I’d pick up flowers for myself and then think about what a waste of money they were but why not. I like having flowers. Or I’d make up excuses not to go out with my coworkers to stay in but if you do that enough times they’ll stop inviting you and you fall into a rut and that’s no way to live. And some people are so different outside of work.” The older you get, the easier being content becomes.

Stop and smell the roses indeed.

Then you ask him, deviating from your unspoken plans, “do you want to walk around?”

“If you wish to.”

“I do, but we don’t have to.”

Morpheus stands, and you take that for the answer that it is.

******

The grass tickles your calves as you wander through the meadow. The sun paints the sky in hues of orange as it sinks below the treeline.

It’s lucky it’s not raining.

On your first trip to this national park, it had rained the entire time. Not surprising. Rain was a constant companion in this city, but it was more than worth it when you got this lovely meadow all to yourself. Wildflowers were sprinkled throughout the grass.

You’d always wanted to come back, splurge on the fancy lodge instead of being in a tent and hoping the rain wouldn’t get through the plastic. Plans to come-

You blink, looking around slowly.

Was this a dream?

You try to string your thoughts together: trying to remember how you got here. It was fall. Not spring. It’s hard, your brain feels like it's sinking into a thick comforter, the way it always feels when you’re on the border of deep sleep.

Taking in the scenery, the solace, you let your train of thought dissolve and you give into the nonsensical logic of dreams, letting yourself fall back into deep sleep.

It’s lovely.

You sit down in the grass as the leaves take flight, butterflies in the air twirling in constellations before settling back down in the branches. These trees were unmatched by anything you’d seen before. It only made you wish to see more, go to more places.

“You are fond of the natural world.”

Turning, you find Morpheus sitting next to you. His long coat is no longer black but a starry night. Stars twinkle in the depth of the fabric as you take him in with wide eyes.

“Morpheus,” you’re delighted to see him.

And because this is a dream, you don’t hesitate to reach out, crossing boundaries without a thought, you brush your fingers over his shoulder, half expecting your hand to go right through and slide into an abyss of night. That doesn’t happen.

Sheepishly, you meet his gaze.

His eyes are black unfathomless pits with a sole pinprick of light for a pupil. At this, you draw back.

Morpheus says nothing, regarding you carefully.

You blink.

And when you can bear to meet his waiting gaze again, his eyes are clear as ever. It must have been a trick of the light.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you note lamely. The national park wasn’t exactly close.

“I have business to contend with,” Morpheus replies, which leaves you with more questions than answers. You didn’t even know what he did for work. “We will not be able to meet in the Waking world for some time.”

“Oh,” you answer, crushed. It was ridiculous to feel so intensely about someone who was the equivalent of a classroom friend. You didn’t even have his number. Lin, your coworker, would call that a red flag.

His words sink in and, “the waking world?” Now you’re just confused.

His brow furrows with concern. “We are in The Dreaming.”

“I don’t understand.”

Morpheus frowns. “This a dream, your dream.” The sky goes periwinkle as snow starts falling. “And I am King of Dreams, Ruler of the Nightmare Realms.”

“Oh,” you go, “should I bow or something?”

Your words elicit a rare smile from the dour man.

It made your smile grow, to know that you had made him smile.

“There is no need,” the small smile stays on his pink lips.

“No off with her head” you joke, accepting dream logic and not questioning it as you quote the Queen of Hearts.

Morpheus frowns. “I would not be so crude.”

“Oh so I should be worried,” you wiggle your brows.

“Not of me.” He utters softly, his eyes become glassy. “Not while you are under my protection.” Morpheus reaches for you. The back of his hand ghosts over your cheek.

You lean into his touch without a thought.

You meet his gaze unabashed.

He blinks slowly, peering at you through dark lashes. There was a sedate romance to him that the Brontë sisters could only dream of.

“I cannot stay,” he confesses with remorse.

“You did say you had stuff to do.”

“I do.”

His hand is soft against your cheek. Neither of you move, resting in the moment, holding the pause for as long as possible.

Morpheus draws away, standing. Snow falls around you but the temperature remains pleasant. Snowflakes fall on your arms and do not melt.

You stand.

It’s the awkward point where you’re waiting for him to leave but don’t want him to leave and he’s dragging it out too. You’ve been through this plenty of times on friends' doorsteps as you chat and say goodbye and wait.

He stuffs his hands in his coat. It touches the ground, melting away the snow around the hem with its soft red flames, more ember than anything.

Morpheus makes no move to leave.

You wait, taking in the sight of him. Snowflakes fall in his unbrushed hair.

“Here,” Morpheus draws something from his pocket.

“Oh.”

He drops it in your outstretched palm without ceremony. Morpheus looks away as you study the object.

It’s a necklace. The chain is simple gold. It’s the pendant that catches your eye.

Encased in glass are grains of sand. They swirl inside the glass on their own.

“Thank you,” you look over at him.

Morpheus nods slightly. “It allows you to enter The Dreaming at will.”

“A standing invitation then,” you wink.

“Yes.” He has a talent for filling words with a weight beyond their common vernacular. Morpheus’ gaze is heavy on you.

You can’t parse out why this is so important, but it obviously is for him.

You unlock the clasp, wrapping the chain around your neck. With your fingertips, you try to lock it. The clasp is impossible when you cannot see it.

The hairs at your nape get in the way.

“Allow me.” Morphues closes the distance between you.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

He takes the chain from you, his fingers brushing against the back of your neck. He works swiftly, making quick work of it.

The pendant hangs in the middle of your chest.

Your heartbeat is hummingbird quick.

Morpheus’s breath tickles your nape.

You don’t dare move, fearing this is all a dream that will end if you do anything.

“I shall be expecting you.”

“I’ll be sure not to disappoint. Though it’s about to be crunch time and I’m not looking forward to-”

His actions cut you off.

Morpheus leans forward, his lips brushing against your neck chastely.

You draw in a breath.

The moment is over in the blink of an eye.

Something witty, sure to ruin the moment, is on the tip of your tongue as you turn, looking over your shoulder. But he’s gone.

****

The sand continues to swirl, defying gravity inside the pendant, when you wake.

You play with it as you scroll through files, read through work emails, and desperately try to recall the details of your dream.

You’ve never been more excited to sleep in your life.

#morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x y/n #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman #an understanding #lmao i love miscommunication as a trope #to morpheus: he explained what he is perfectly #meanwhile readers like: idk whats going on but im into it #unedited as usual

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 3 years ago

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I’m so happy that your request are open again, your blog always brightens my day! Do you think that you could write some headcanons for the gang dating someone who enjoys going to the gym and eating healthy, when you get the chance? Thank you!

A/N: Hey, thanks for requesting! I had a lot of fun with these even though I struggled a little with them <3 hope you enjoy!

DARRY CURTIS

You guys are like the perfect health guru couple, like it’s absolutely perfect, you guys compliment each other so well

Gym dates. That’s all I have to say about that guys

And I see you guys being competitive too? Both trying to see who can lift more, bench more, run further- all within safety limits of course

When you’re cooking at the Curtis house?

The boys all know to expect platefuls of healthy meals on the table, forget about eating chocolate cake for three meals a day

They’re gonna eat healthy and they’re gonna like it or Darry’s gonna make them like it to make you happy <3

SODAPOP CURTIS

Unlike his older brother, I don’t think Sodapop’s into the lifting weights and tough workouts

That being said, he’s totally down to spot you if you need the extra person to watch out for you

He’s super good at encouraging you man, Soda kind of fills in the coach role, y’know?

Encouraging words, encouraging kisses, making sure you’re drinking enough water, he’s on top of all of those things!

As for the food, he’s sort of hit or miss? Like his attitude on it shifts

He’s always gonna be into it, he’s into you and henceforth is into whatever you’re into, but sometimes he just really wants his chocolate cake and greasy burgers

PONYBOY CURTIS

If you’re doing cardio stuff? I feel like Ponyboy would be super into doing that with you!

Like, if you needed a running partner or something, definitely talk to Ponyboy about being that partner for you

More likely than not, you guys are gonna end up in a race that has the both of you panting and laughing when you’re finished

But I don’t think he’d be into the weightlifting aspect that comes with gyms? I just don’t see him being into that

Also, I think he would be intrigued by your healthy eating habits <3

Ponyboy’ll eat whatever you make and he will take your snacks, just be warned guys, nothing is safe with him

DALLAS WINSTON

You’ve got better chances of it snowing in the middle of summer than getting Dally to go to the gym with you

That’s just the truth, I can’t see him as being the kind of guy who would enjoy being at the gym

He won’t be your running partner either, you’re pretty much on your own there too but he does support you in his own Dally way!

He’ll let you talk through what you did for exercise today and listen carefully, trying to remember what everything means so he’ll know what you’re talking about later

As for your healthy food thing? I can see Dally being half-into that

He doesn’t really have a kitchen to offer up to you, but I can see him bumming around your place as you make stuff and he gets in the way <3

JOHNNY CADE

Once again, I don’t see him as an exercise buddy, I just can’t see him in a gym no matter how hard I try

But if you wanna go for a run, I can see him offering to jog along with you, he’s just a sweetheart and wants to do stuff with you

Also a great coach, super encouraging and will always cheer you on and motivate you <3

I firmly believe that Johnny, because of his rough upbringing and lack of access to proper food, will eat almost anything he’s offered

He’s also incredibly polite, it’s those southern manners, so he’ll eat anything you ask him to

A+ taste tester and will always be willing to help you cook!

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit likes to mess with your gym equipment and fool around with all your exercise stuff

Half the time, he ends up hurting himself but he thinks it’s worth it cause then you’ll patch him up

He likes having your attention on him, that’s really the most important thing to him

As with Steve, don’t try to pull him away from his chocolate cake and his beers

It’s not going to end up well, you’ll have a very unhappy Two-Bit on your hands

Two-Bit is all for trying your healthy snacks and meals darlin, but he likes cake and beer

STEVE RANDLE

For your safety, don’t try and separate this man from his chocolate cake-

Steve may love you, but he loves chocolate cake too and your healthy eating goals aren’t gonna stop him from shoving cake in his face

Will rarely, and I mean rarely, offer to work out with you

He’d rather just watch you work out? If that makes sense to you guys? Not in a creepy way, let’s clarify that-

Like he’s the kind of boyfriend to hold your feet down for sit-ups and then give you a kiss every time you come up <3

Encourages your goals and is literally so good at motivating you and making sure you follow through in your plans

TIM SHEPARD

Tim will walk you to and from the gym but doesn’t want to work out with you

He claims he gets enough exercise from fights, he doesn’t need to go to the gym with you and do stuff

Does that mean he doesn’t like watching you work out? Of course not

Tim takes every chance he gets to check you out and while you’re exercising is no exception

Because he can barely cook, he’s pretty accepting of your healthy meals as long as you’re the one making them

If you try to make weird stuff though, like those kale pancakes and weird healthy things, he’s a little more skeptical

CURLY SHEPARD

Out of all the boys, I think Curly would definitely be one of the ones who would tag along to your gym sessions

This boy hates to run, so don’t expect him to like do treadmills or run around the block with you-

But I can see Curly getting into like the weights and stuff cause he’d think it makes him look cool

Also! He’s a black hole, a bottomless pit, a literal goat and will eat any and everything you put in front of him

I suggest using Curly as your taste tester when you’re trying to make healthy recipes and stuff

You might end up getting him hooked on the healthy food thing and he might end up making some more of it around his place, much to the chagrin of his siblings

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honeesucker · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto Kōtarō x F!omega reader

Genre: A/B/O AU 🐾 | Smut, 18+ // minors DNI!

WC: 3,057

My whole body was shivering despite it being a sweltering sunny day, my mind was hazy and clouded with the need to submit to an Alpha.

To be overtaken, pounded into until I was a dumb mess of omega mush and knotted until I was fat with pups.

Fucking hormones and omega instincts.

Fucking expired heat suppressants.

Stupid fucking idiot me for not noticing until it was too late.

My rational mind fought off the swarm of nuisance thoughts as I hurried my way back to my apartment carefully avoiding anyone’s gaze, suffocating my scent glands in a thick hooded sweater and scarf I had kept at the bakery for the unexpected colder days. It didn’t do much to ward off the curious glances and sniffs from the passing Alphas and others on the street, but luckily none acted on instincts, I didn’t stick around long enough to trigger anything in them.

My thighs were sticking together uncomfortably beneath my summer dress as the slick pooled in my panties and ran down the sides. The friction against my sensitive core only added to the ache, and I had to fight every ounce of instinct in me to hold back the whimpers, to not just fall on the ground and present myself to the next suitable Alpha that crossed my path.

I just needed to get home unscathed and get on my pharmacy app to order a fresh batch of suppressants, wait out a week for them to take full affect and I’ll be good to return to my normal, uncomplicated life.

I had been lucky in avoiding anymore people. No one was waking along the final stretch that led to my apartment building; a high-rise nestled just outside of the main district of downtown but still fairly luxurious for an apartment building. After a rough time in my earlier years out on my own, I decided once my bakery was successful enough I would splurge and put myself in a comfortable apartment with extra building security for my own peace of mind. I made my way to the door where the Beta doorman was waiting with it open for me, smiling until he caught the edge of my currently overwhelming scent.

“Quick, quick in miss Y-N,” Ferris ushered me through the door and shut it behind us. Walking me to the empty elevator and pushed my floor, nearly the top, at 27 of 35. “You shouldn’t be out wandering around in such a state, it isn’t safe for you!” The older man patted my hands in his with a worried expression. I just smiled and nodded along to his worrying over me.

“I know Mr. Ferris,” I sighed, “there was an unfortunate mishap with my medication so I’m gonna be staying cooped up for a bit.” He just nodded and ushered me along, and I gave a small wave and smile as the doors closed and he gave me one final wave off. I sighed, releasing the death grip I had on the jacket around me, still covering my scent glands as best as I could, but not with so much force around my throat. I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from self-asphyxiation on the way home.

After a few minutes in the elevator my floor was finally reached with a gentle ding! and I was hurrying out into the hall to make sure I was alone. With no one around I felt safe enough to walk briskly to my apartment without any further paranoia. I was reaching my door, just about to press in my key code and slink into a week of needy depression when I heard the door slighty adjacent to mine across the hall open behind me.

My whole body froze like a bunny caught in a wolf’s gaze.

Fuck.

“Hey hey hey, my sweet little Y/N!” A bright, jovial baritone rang out behind me, and soon I felt the looming presence of the man I feared most coming into contact with at this very moment right at my back. The immense heat radiating off of him in waves with his sweet, clean scent with mint, along with a headier male musk underneath. “You’re home early! Sorry to be a pest but did you bring any pastries home with you? I have such an awful craving right now and-” my kind, handsome neighbor regarded me silently, and what I didn’t see were his sweet golden eyes darkening to a dangerous lustful shade as he leant forward and took a gentle sniff in. A ragged breath leaving his chest as he inched forward just enough for me to feel his clothing ghosting against my back. “Y/N? Are you okay? You smell.... you s-smell so good. Different,” he slurred behind me, leaning down to rub his cheek against the top of my head and nose my hair as he took in deeper breaths. I was completely frozen, in fear or need... I couldn’t decide.

Maybe both.

When my neighbor let out a deep, rumbling groan from inside his chest I leant more towards need in my current aching state as I instinctively pressed my body back against his. “Y-Y/N you shouldn’t be out right n-now in your state s’not safe y’know...” his voice trailed off, a pained mixture of a whimper and a growl leaving his chest as I reached forward and punched in my key code to my apartment.

“Ko,” I heard the Alpha behind me purr as his name slipped from my mouth, my voice and body trembling. “I had a bit of a setback as you can tell, so no pastries today,” the whimper that left him made my cheeks warm because it wasn’t hormonal, it was just Bokuto being a pouty baby who wanted a soft bread or sweet cake.

“Mm s’okay Y/N...” Bokuto’s voice trailed off as he placed his large hands on my hips, palms swallowing my sides and pressing tightly into the plush flesh, fingers gripping down with a bruising force. He was leaning forward and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck until he licked a small strip up along where my scent glands were and I couldn’t stop the full-body shudder than shook me. “D-do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper, still heavy with need but more Bokuto than Alpha was talking to me. I shook my head, stepping into my apartment and allowing the Alpha to come in with me, slipping out of our shoes in a tangled mess of legs, and laughing as Bokuto hastily locked the door behind him.

“I know we’re both kind of teetering on the edge of control right now,” Bokuto continued gently, hands still gripping my sides tightly as he allowed me to set my things down on the bench in my entryway. A low growl leaving him when I almost slipped out of his hold. “But I need to know it’s not just your omega pushing you into this Y/N. I’ve admired you since I first met you, wanted you,” Bokuto was peppering my neck and the side of my face with butterfly kisses, “but if you tell me to stop, to leave... I will. Nothing will change between us if you put up a boundary for yourself right now but everything will change for the worse if you force yourself into something you don’t want...” I couldn’t believe the articulated thoughts of pure, sweet kindness coming out of Bokuto’s mouth but I was so happy to hear them. I’ve had such a huge crush on my long-time Alpah neighbor since he came knocking on my door one late evening when I was testing recipes, a mess of apologies and need as he caught a whiff of the new cakes I was trying to perfect and the poor thing had just returned home from an away game with his volleyball team, starving and exhausted. He spent the night giving me feedback on my testers and I let him sugar-crash on my couch, waking him up with a healthier breakfast more suitable for an athlete in the morning.

We’ve been close since that day.

Well, close but not as close as right now... despite the aching deep in me that always welled up inside whenever we spent time together. My omega whimpering at how perfect of an Alpha Bokuto would be.

“Y/N?” Bokuto was asking once again, I could feel his hands shaking as his control over his instincts began to slip.

I simply nodded.

“Y-yes Ko,” I swallowed hard when his hands gripped tighter on my hips, crushing me further against him as his arms snaked up my body to wrap me in a tight hold from behind. “I want this - I’ve wanted this, w-wanted you...” I couldn’t form full thoughts, not like he deserved to hear but we were both in a compromising state of mind right now. “P-please Alpah, need you so badly,” that was all it took to have me turned around so fast in his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a mess of teeth and saliva as pure need took over us both. One of his hands was fisted in the hair at the back of my head, the other cupping the side of my throat, his thumb stroking along my jaw as he deepened the kiss like he was trying to crawl inside my body through my mouth.

He was pushing me back toward my couch, his hands now fumbling behind me to pull the zipper of my dress and have the fabric pooling to the ground. He growled into my mouth as he hooked two fingers in the hem of my lace panties to pull them down and off while his other hand guided me down softly onto the couch. He had me draped over the arm of the sectional as he layed down between my legs, I was able to peek open my heavy eyes in time to see the primal look on his face before he licked his lips and leant down to lick a long strip up my soaked pussy, the sensation sending electric shocks through my whole body as I arched off the couch with a yelp.

Bokuto let out a deep, rumbling growl with a whisper of “so sweet,” before diving back in and devouring my sopping pussy like a man starved. His mouthed latched around my swollen clit with a pressure that had me seeing stars as he suddenly plunged two thick fingers into me, curling upward against my sticky walls, quickly bringing me to the edge. He didn’t relent his assault on me, mouth staying locked on and fingers curling cruelly as my body shook and arched up off the couch with a shrill scream, my whole body convulsing with wave after wave of electric pleasure shocks. Bokuto removed his fingers slowly and licked them clean, blowing a cool stream of air against my sensitive clit, causing me to whimper in his hold as he delved his tongue into me to lap up more of my slick. I was a whimpering mess above him, wriggling to be free of the stimulation to the newly over-sensitive area but he kept his pink muscle deep in my pussy as his nose occasionally brushed up against my clit causing my hips to buck further against his face. The groans he was letting out were downright sinful and soon had me back on the precipice of another impending orgasm. Bokuto reached one hand up to thumb circles on my clit as he kept himself deep in my pussy, soon I was bucking up against his face as another heavy wave crashed down on me. I was panting and swearing and pleading to be released because the pleasure was stating to morph with a tinge of pain as he kept up the relentless assault.

“K-Ko please no more,” I was whining above him, my chest heaving with broken breaths. Bokuto’s mouth was shiny with my slick as he crawled up my body and crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, in combination with feeling his still-clothed cock straining against his joggers, had me mewling with need and bucking up to meet his bulge.

“You say no more but your body is begging for me,” Bokuto muses. “Do you want me to stop?” His golden eyes were looking down at me, dark and swirling with lust as a beautiful half-smile graced his face. I shook my head and he just chuckled. “Use your words baby, ask for what you want,” he cooed, leaning down to pepper kisses and gentle nips along the side of my neck, stopping to suck on a particular spot once my let out a gasp and wriggled beneath his large body caging me in.

“Mmphf, p-please Ko, Alpha, need you,” my cheeks were burning but I didn’t care, my whole body was on fire for the man on top of me, crying out to him for any crumb he’d give me, “need your cock-mm-need to feel so full with you please Alpha, please,” Bokuto crashed his lips back down against mine with an urgent need while he ground his hardened cock against my slick-covered core, the friction of the fabric bringing another whine from my throat.

“How can I say no to such a pretty omega begging to be knotted, hm?” Bokuto was nuzzling down into the crook oh my neck, “pretty omega, perfect omega, my omega.” I didn’t realize when he had shimmied out of his joggers but soon I felt the large tip of his cock pressing into my hole, even with two orgasms and the slight stretch from his fingers earlier it still burned so wonderfully to be full of Bokuto’s cock, every inch of his cock catching on my walls and dragging new sensations forward as I clawed at his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him in an attempt to be closer to him, to pull more of him inside of me. “Such a needy slut for her Alphas cock, hmm?” I nodded my head so vigorously, rolling my hips to coax the man above me into moving. “Poor thing, I’ll give you everything you need...” with a quick snap of his muscled hips, his thick cock was driven deep, the head pummeling against my cervix with blinding pressure as he slammed his hips over and over into me, heavy balls slapping against my slick-coated ass sending shivers up my spine. “Fuck, ‘mega, you’re so tight-fuck- so fucking perfect, so perfect for me.” Bokuto was all bared teeth and snarls above me, leaning down to kiss and bite over his earlier marks along my neck. I craned my neck, exposing more of myself to his assault as he kept up the brutal pace inside of me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out with the sudden hit of an orgasm I didn’t even feel the buildup to, the walls of my pussy were sucking a Bokuto in deeper with each of his thrusts, and soon I could feel the way his hips stuttered, sloppy and less practiced. I didn’t realize his teeth were on me, biting deep into the flesh of my neck where my scent glands were, blood spilling out of the wound and into his mouth and down my neck and chest as Bokuto marked me as his, licking one long, final strip up my neck across the wound, sealing it.

There was a final quick snap of his hips, until Bokuto’s large knot stretched me with a burn that had me whimpering, gasping when it popped through the small opening of my pussy, slick helping to coax it inside as my walls clamped down on him and his knot further in another orgasms as he emptied ropes of hot, white cum deep inside of me. The continued short, sharp thrusts Bokuto made as he continued to empty himself inside of me brought on one more orgasm, my whole body siezing and shaking, walls clamping down around the fleshy member knotted inside of me, my chest was heaving with deep breaths as my eyes edged with black and every small twitch Bokuto made inside of me had me crying out - with pleasure or pain or both - I couldn’t tell. He leant down to scoop me up, our bodies still connected as he sat down on the catch and allowed me to stradle his lap, nestling me tightly against his chest as he kissed my hair and whispered such sweet things to me over and over, petting my hair, my face, peppering kisses along my cheek, jaw, down my throat and to my shoulder, gliding over the mark he made earlier with a gentle ghost of a kiss. My whole body felt like a live-wire ready to make contact with the wrong type of metal at any given moment, but Bokuto kept rubbing small patterns over my exposed skin, kneading his fingers deep into muscles I didn’t realize were sore, kissing un-kissed inches of skin over and over until he felt me relax in his arms, felt my body droop with exhaustion as I rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his neck as I bit back into him, giving him a small omega mark. Bokuto shuddered beneath me, gripping me tighter as I licked up the blood and kissed over the already-healing mark, nuzzling back into him.

“Y/N~” Bokuto said in a whisper sing-song voice, shaking me gently, “I think we can separate now baby,” he said, trying to lift me off of him gently.

“Mm, no Ko,” I grumbled, a gentle growl leaving my throat, “wanna stay like this a little longer.” Bokuto just nodded, rubbing my back and resting his head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, a little longer baby,” he mused, “but then can you bake me something?”

You just shook your head, your body shaking with held-in laughter as you agreed to bake him as many sweets as he wanted just as soon as you could walk. Bokuto offered to do all the heavy lifting if you just told him what to do - and you relished in the idea of sharing the kitchen with Bokuto - with your Alpha.

What a sweet start to something beautiful.

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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the way to a man’s heart; miya osamu

requested by anon; ❝ hi !!! um 😳 i may have, ,, a particularly detailed request for an osamu scenario where he has an acquaintance through kita but is younger but close friends with who’s reaaally good at cooking so they made a bento for them (suna, kita, gin, aran, omimi) who’s usually with reader during lunch but osamu tagged along that specific day for some reason and he could SWEAR he’s never tasted a better homemade food. and at first he don’t realise his crush at all maybe until suna or atsumu provoked him relentlessly one day he invited them to be his taste tester and the lightbulb jus appeared on his head like,,, “i’d be damned if i share their (romantic) feelings for anyone” then boom a sudden, clumsy confession out of samu 🥺🥺🥺 ❞

synopsis; in which osamu fell in love with the magic in your hands, before falling for all of you

pairings; miya osamu x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; probably some curses but nothing else!

none; i hope i didn’t get any of the details wrong, and that you and everyone else enjoys this. mwah <3

━━ osamu knew of love. he’d seen in dramatized in the movies he’d watch with his mother, his head tucked on her lap, and he’d seen it with his parents once upon a time too. he sees it with him and his brother, and the way they always come back to each other. he sees it between his teammates, how they’re pillars for each other, a safety net, a family. he feels it when his brother tosses a volleyball perfectly to him, when it flies directly to his palm, when he hits it sharply. he feels it when no one but him resides in his home, and he’s left to his own devices in the kitchen, his true passion brewing deep within him.

he’s familiar with the idea of love, of course. it’s everywhere around him, if he really looks. but he’s never tasted it for himself, never had it trap his breath in his lungs, never had it make him feel so lightweight, as lightweight he’d felt when he’d finally had the pleasure of meeting you.

he remembers it clearly, as if there was ever a chance he’d ever forget. you’d approached the boys’ gymnasium after school, right before practice, still donning your school uniform, your schoolbag strapped to your shoulder, an extra one weighed in your arms. you looked familiar in the sense that you’d definitely crossed paths before, but he couldn’t identify you.

his captain, however, to his surprise, could. the moment the older boy spotted you, a soft smile painted his lips, and he rose from his place on the floor where he’d been stretching, walking over to where you were. a similar smile is on aran’s face as he watches the exchange, standing up to join you and kita. osamu couldn’t hear what you had been saying, or what the conversation between the three of you had been. he could only see the shy smile on your face, the way you looked so comfortable with the captain and ace, and finally, as you placed the bag in your arms into kita’s welcoming ones, bowing your head slightly as you waved goodbye to them. then you’d leaned slightly to the side, peaking behind aran’s large figure, and waved at him and the rest of the boys, wishing them a good practice.

his heart had swelled in his chest weirdly, a reaction he hadn’t expected. it isn’t as if the grey haired spiker was a stranger to crushes. he’d liked people, had people swoon over him, taken many out on dates, kissed different people. but never had a response from him to a person’s simple wave been so sudden, so quick, so natural, as if no other reaction seemed probable. it’s as if his brain had decided immediately, without any warning, without any further information, that he wanted you, regardless.

“it’s bento, for all of us,” kita had explained as he’d set the bag aside.

you’d really taken the time to make it for all the teammates? had it been a special occasion? had they recently won a match? there was nothing he could pinpoint to.

and after practice, when they’d all settled underneath the setting sun, and dug into their food, osamu decided that this was reason enough for the sudden interest in you.

it had been the first time he’d tasted love, so clearly and so surely.

after that specific day, each teammate had taken their time to ask of kita to pass on their gratitude to you, and their want for more. kita had laughed, promising to pass on the message, and so osamu began to see you every other day.

at the start, you remained by kita’s side, occasionally aran’s, the unfamiliar environment no doubt overwhelming you. but slowly, the boys began to approach you, and you let them. it had been easy for you to grow comfortable with akagi and ginjima, what with their never ending liveliness. atsumu teased and messed with you enough for you to one day return the quips. suna was a steady presence, omimi a strong one. and osamu, osamu with your mutual love of food, and with your natural gravitation with him, and with the way you always found something to talk about.

it’s normal to find you within the gymnasium now, bag filled with bento, even personalized ones for each of the boys, watching as they practice, enjoying your own food with them beneath the sunset, just outside the school’s gates. always can osamu look up and find your chin tucked in your palm, watching intently as they practice.

and always does he convince himself that the way you look at him is nothing more than fascination, the way he looks at you with nothing more than mere admiration.

“are ya an idiot, ‘samu?”

“what?”

the older twin huffs, shoving at his brother as they sit by side on an unoccupied park bench. there are polar opposite ice cream cones in each of their hands, melting only a little underneath the sun that blares down on them. at his brother’s actions, osamu tilts to the side, stumbling, his grip on his cone faltering momentarily.

“i asked ya a question,” atsumu says, and osamu turns his head to face his brother, glaring sharply at the faux blond.

refraining from breaking the waffle cone by gripping it too tight, osamu’s eye twitches and he replies, “what is wrong with ya?”

atsumu rolls his eyes. “fine,” he retorts. “are ya blind?”

“if i wasn’t holdin’ ice cream i’d kick yer ass.”

he moves his gaze, after another threatening glare, and focuses back on his ice cream.

“ya ever been in love, ‘samu?” atsumu continues, seemingly choosing to ignore osamu’s threats. “’cause i think ya have.”

what?

osamu freezes, his gaze frozen on the grass right beneath by outstretched legs. had his brother officially lost it? it isn’t that talks like these are unusual between them, if anything, they’re rather common. having shared everything from a womb to rooms to hobbies with him, osamu trusts no one the way he does atsumu, which translates to being able to confide in him the way he would with no one else, unafraid of any judgement. more often than not, their mindsets align, even if their approaches and personal beliefs might differ. after all, they grew up in the same environment, and interacted with the same people. and although having talks like these, deep, confrontational talks, is not uncommon (even if they usually take place at obscure timings, such as three and four in the morning), it still sounds too confrontational for osamu.

maybe it’s because he himself had been avoiding this.

“damn ya and yer stupid inability to admit yer own feelings for someone,” atsumu adds, sighing lowly. “if ya like someone, tell them.”

“i don’—“

“who are ya trying to lie to?” atsumu jokingly retorts. “don’t waste an opportunity because of yer idiocy.”

“quit callin’ me an idiot.”

atsumu pauses, licks at his ice cream, before smiling tauntingly glancing over at his twin. “idiot.”

the ice cream cone can go to hell. atsumu really does deserve to have his ass kicked.

hi :)

is the smiley face too much? he backspaces, leg bouncing, fingers picking at his lips nervously.

hey!

no, the exclamation mark is definitely too much.

heyyy

he’s going to punch something. probably atsumu, for talking him into this in the first place. and suna, possibly, because he looks to be enjoying osamu’s suffering a little too much.

“have ya never texted before?” the middle blocker teases from where he lays on osamu’s bed to his side, propped up by the pillows. not sparing him a glance, the grey haired spiker lifts a middle finger, directing it at him. osamu hears an amused laugh, before his friend leans on an elbow and speaks up again, “if only they can see ya now, pussy.”

osamu picks up a pillow, tossing it as hard as he can at suna. the middle blocker only laughs louder, falling leisurely against the pillows once more.

hey, what’s up? :)

this one’s the worst one by far. he backspaces again, throwing his head back in frustration. his phone lays loosely in his hand, open on the empty chat between you and him. all of a sudden, the device is snatched from his grasp, and osamu’s eyes fly open. he sits up in fear, looking across the room where atsumu’s hands fly over the keyboard, typing out a message.

“you fucker,” osamu curses, standing up and marching over to atsumu. the setter laughs loudly, suna with him, and hits send before osamu could reach him, tossing the phone onto the bed.

“yer welcome,” atsumu taunts.

osamu rushes over to where the phone lays face down, before carefully, cautiously, and fearfully, picking it up, and turning it over.

hey! just wondering if you’re free sometime soon?

would love to hang out :)

god, he wants to die.

to his surprise, you don’t immediately block him, and you reply to his message, telling him that you’d love to, and notifying him of when you were free. after agreeing on a date, three days after he’d texted you, he spends the entirety of those days stressing over every minuscule detail. he crosses off atsumu and suna from the list of people he should go to for advice, and asks the one person he would trust with his life if it really came down to it. luckily, that same person happened to be good acquaintances with you as well.

“something simple,” kita had advised. “don’t overwhelm them. find something you both have in common and make it an activity.”

and it’s how he found himself kicking his family out of the house the day you were meant to hang out, asking them to stay away until at least eleven at night, with all of the cooking utensils and ingredients placed on the counter, ready for use. and although it had seemed like a really creative, fun idea at the start, even gaining solid approval from kita, and his mother, as the minutes tick by to the decided time, he regrets it more and more.

it’s cheesy, and so lame. besides, you spent majority of your time cooking; what would make today different? it’d probably too tiring for you, more of a chore. you were going to be absolutely miserable weren’t you?

three polite knocks sound at the front door, and osamu breathes steadily.

no backing out now.

the moment he sees you, the world around him settles, and so does his heart. he’d assumed it would be more frightening, finally seeing you at his front door, signifying the reality of it all. but it’s the least terrified he’s ever been. if anything, he’s at his calmest. the smile that rises to his lips is genuine, and soft, and kind, and he greets you with a breathless, “hey,” moving aside to welcome you into his home.

“so, are you finally telling me what we’re going to do?” you tease, putting aside your belongings, and following him as he leads the way into the kitchen.

nervously, he outstretches his arms to display the kitchen, and everything it contains and is presented on its counters. “well, i figured we might make something together, have dinner after, and all,” he says, trailing off slightly, a hand coming up to anxiously scratch at his undercut.

amazingly, you smile excitedly, leaning closer him and placing your hands on his arms. “that sounds so fun, ‘samu! can you tell me where the bathroom is so i can wash my hands?”

he watches, astounded as you look up at him in awe, before he leads the way, directing you to the bathroom. and when you return, it’s with as much enthusiasm as earlier. the utensils are picked up, ingredients filtered through as you decide on a meal. it isn’t noisy and suffocating with you in the kitchen with him, the same way it is whenever he’s making himself dinner and atsumu intrudes, or his mother decides it’s the optimal time to bake a cake. it’s serene, and it feels natural, the way you flow together, the way you split the work evenly, the way everything about this is fun.

as the food sits and cooks, osamu stares. at you, as you walk around the kitchen, familiarizing yourself with it, looking like you were right where you were meant to be. you find plates, you find chopsticks, you find glasses. with every step you take, his heart pinches in his chest, and he’s thrown back in time to the day in the park, can feel the ice cream in his grip, the annoyance brimming through him at atsumu’s pestering.

“ya ever been in love, ‘samu?”

maybe love is too much of a strong word right now, but as his eyes remain fixated on you, he figures it’s not an impossible notion to assume. and when his heart sinks to his stomach, as he grabs at your wrist, urging you to free your hands, he kisses you, his hands gripping your forearms, pulling you closer to him. you taste like cherry — you taste so sweet. he loves it, loves it all, wants more of it. he relishes in the feel of your hands gripping at his shirt by his waist, arms twisting to wrap around him, in the feel of you kissing him back, kissing him deeper, as the food cooks to your side. it feels a little too surreal, to be kissing you in his kitchen like this, with not too many months having passed since he’d first seen you. but it makes sense. nothing’s ever made this much sense, and nothing’s ever felt this right before.

“’cause i think ya have.”

end note; please don’t flop please don’t flop please don’t flop </3

i hope everyone enjoyed reading that i luv u all mwah <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu fluff #osamu fluff #suna #atsumu

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labotronicsscientific · 1 year ago

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Tablet hardness tester

Tablet hardness tester is a bench top dual plate unit with continual tablet breakage at a particular pressure LED screen displays the test data with automated storage. Data is permanently locked and preserved, preventing unwanted user access.

#Tablet hardness tester

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livinghostly · 5 years ago

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the way you said i love you

zuko x reader

not my gif!

words: 2660

request/summary: all the times zuko said he loved you, without actually saying it.

prompt: this post inspired me

warning: some angst, mostly fluff

a/n: this is my first time writing zuko and i'm kind of in love with him :') feedback is much appreciated

as a hello

"hello, zuko here." there was a slight smile on his face as he waved gently.

your breath caught in your throat and you found yourself taken aback, expecting anything but that. he greeted you with such familiarly, as if you were old friends reuniting. the way he reminded you of his name– as if you could ever forget the identity of the person who'd been hunting down you and your friends for nearly a year.

zuko didn't try to fight, he didn't prepare himself in a stance to even protect himself as your friends readied for an attack. he simply stood, as if he posed no threat.

he looked to you– the only one who hadn't brought your hands up and prepare whatever defense you had at your disposal. you were stunned, as you tried to analyze the firebender in front of you, until sokka nudged you with his elbow. only then, did you unsheathe the sword kept in the holster at your side.

"hey, i heard you guys flying around down there, so, i just thought i'd wait for you here."

and then, the strangest thing happened– appa licked him.

over a cup of tea

sweat beaded upon your forehead and fall to flow down the sides of your face as you writhed in the sheets of your bed. you weren't hot, you were freezing, but no amount of blankets could help you maintain any warmth. you bunched them around your shoulders and threw yourself on your side, looking for some comfort.

the blinds to your room were closed, creating a stuffy environment. they had been shut since that morning when you'd woken up feeling as if you'd been a victim of bloodbending, again. your muscles were tight and aching, it felt like a great weight on your limbs as you tried to move.

katara's healing didn't have the power to take away the fever or the strain, it wasn't a physical wound to be stitched back up. there wasn't much your friends could offer, besides leaving you alone to wallow in your own helplessness.

suddenly, the door opened. instinctively, your head turned towards the figure. he entered shyly, as if hiding behind the tray in his hands. you narrowed your eyes in curiosity, and propped yourself up against the wall. you moved to get off the bed, but his voice stopped you.

"don't get up." it was an order, but zuko's voice was soft.

he pulled up your desk chair next to your bed, his knees pressed against the soft fabric of your comforter. he laid the tray in his lap, a bowl and a cup, both full of tea, sitting on top.

"hey, zuko," you smiled.

"i, uh, i made your favorite," he offered, handing you the cup.

you took it gratefully, glancing inside the cup. the concoction was murky, with scattered bits of leaf left inside he apparently had paid no attention to. you grimaced, but it fell when you looked back up at him to see a hopeful grin on his face.

offering a tight smile, you brought the cup to your lips. you couldn't bring yourself to face his excited expression as you struggled to keep your composure. oh, spirits, it tasted much worse than it looked. as if it was mud, but acrid. it was hard to ignore the pungent smell as you brought it closer to your nose, tipping the cup as far up as you could to let the liquid run down your throat as quickly as possible.

"how does it taste?" zuko raised his eyebrows, clearly nervous as he found your expression unreadable. "is it okay?"

"yeah!" you said, a little too joyously. for a moment, you forgot how people reacted to good tea. you reminded yourself of iroh, but took it down a few notches. "it's– it's great, zuko."

"do you want any more?"

"i'm okay, actually," you squeaked, placing the cup down on his tray before he could try to insist.

zuko nodded, setting the tray on your desk before turning back to you. he was unsure of himself, what to say or how to react. he just wanted to be there, with you. his eyes lit up with a realization and, hesitantly, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead.

"what're you–"

"my mom used to do it when i got sick... i don't think your fever is going down, you're still warm."

he began to pull his hand away, but you stopped him by pulling at his wrist.

"actually, i'm freezing," you corrected. the longer he kept his hand against your skin, the better it felt. the contrast of his warm hand against the coolness you felt blanketing your body came as a relief. you placed his hand against your cheek, and for a moment, your eyes fluttered shut.

zuko's eyes widened, and he rubbed his thumb against your cheekbone experimentally. his touch was gentle, offering comfort in his warmth.

the moment between the two of you lasted a few seconds, and zuko leaned closer. but the sudden, obnoxious knocking on your bedroom door tore the two of you apart. he quickly ripped his hand away back to his side, and the two of you turned towards the entrance.

sokka pushed open the door with a careless expression, that quickly turned into a wide smirk as he observed the scene before him. he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"zuko, aang's asking for you down on the training grounds. something about some jerkbending practice," he shrugged, ignoring zuko's glare that could burn through him, if he so desired.

zuko stood from his place and pushed your chair back into it's place, then picked up the tray. he cast a glance back towards you. "feel better y/n."

"thanks, zuko," you said softly, already missing the feeling of his hand against your cheek.

he left the room quietly, knocking his shoulder subtly against sokka's. the water tribe boy held back his yelp, and his eyes followed zuko as he disappeared around the corner.

"so..." his grin was smug. "how was the tea?"

"shut up, sokka," you grumbled, sliding back underneath the blankets.

"no, really! i narrowly avoided being the taste-tester, and that's a fate worse than death."

as an apology

watching zuko firebend had become part of your daily routine, his body moved so effortlessly as he trained, it was hard to tear your eyes away from. it started as passing through the day, taking a quick break to pause and look through the trees. but now, you happily took a break from your duties and watched– sometimes joining in for some sparring.

at first you thought he didn't notice, too focused on his bending and quite eager to ignore whatever nonsense was going on around the camp. but, then, he spoke up.

"are you going to stare the entire time?"

you fumbled the laundry basket in your hands, feeling your cheeks warm up.

he stopped his bending, turning to face you. a blush dusted his face as he scratched the back of his neck. "you can sit down– you know, if you want."

a few weeks passed and you couldn't bring yourself to drop the tradition, no matter how much katara begged for a girls day out or aang wanted someone to show his new tricks to. it was nice for you and zuko to be alone.

sometimes, when he would train, he would rant. talk to you about the things weighing down on his shoulders or insulting the very specific way sokka would get on his nerves.

you sat on the bench of the training grounds, your knees drawn up to your chest and your back against the armrest. you were knitting a sweater, once finished it would be for momo. you listened absentmindedly as he punched through the air, every few moments averting your gaze back to him.

a plume of smoke whizzed past your head and your eyes widened, looking up. "watch where you're aiming, zuko."

"sorry," he mumbled half-heartedly, catching the teasing tone in your voice. but he complied, turning his back to you as he continued to practice. "i'm trying to get used to this whole not-angry-bending thing."

"i think you're doing pretty well there, handsome."

the nickname slipped out before you could stop yourself, surprising both of you. your eyes widened and you stopped knitting immediately, snapping your gaze up to him.

the firebender spun around mid-flame, his shock disrupting his bending abilities. the fire whizzed out towards you like a crescent wave, swarming the air.

you had a split second of reaction time. fear washed over you, and you brought your arms up to protect your face, there wasn't anything else you could do. the fire singed your skin, your forearms and all the way to your hands.

"i'm sorry, y/n! i didn't mean to!" he apologized frantically, dropping his arms to his sides, the fire died with that. he made his way over, towering over you with worry. "i– i just lost control! i don't– i don't know why, i–"

your face was contorted in pain as you brought your arms to your chest, the friction against your clothes only making the sensation worse. "it's– okay, zuko," your voice was strained, and stood up. "i just have to get to katara."

though you brushed past him, he followed at your heel. "i'm sorry, y/n," he said again, ignoring how you dismissed him.

you found katara on the patio with aang, both concentrated on their poorly done game of pai sho (they made the rules up as they went). their attention was drawn to you when you skidded to a stop, zuko running into your back.

before you could even sputter it out, or katara could ask what was wrong, he spoke up.

"i– i was bending, and i lost control. i burned her– but i didn't mean to!" he fumbled with his hands, leaning forward as if pleading for them to believe him. "it was an accident!"

"it'll be okay, zuko. calm down," aang stood up, gently facing his palms outward as if zuko was a wild animal he was approaching. he needed to calm down. "katara can heal her."

you walked forward towards katara's open arms, she coaxed you towards the beach. you closed your eyes tightly and ducked your head to the floor, the pain is was excruciating. you didn't want them to see you cry, you didn't want zuko to feel more guilt than he already was.

"i'm so sorry."

stepping off the patio, you glanced over your shoulder. "it's not your fault, zuko."

aang tried to usher him inside the building, but his feet were stiff, as if he was stuck in concrete. he was hesitant to follow, his sad gaze following you as you reached the edge of the beach where katara could heal you. then, he left with aang.

"i've never seen him like that," katara whispered to you.

with no space left between us

the moon was full, and hung high amidst the deep blue hugging every inch of the sky. your eyebrows furrowed subconsciously as you glared up at the stars, lost in thought. the grass was itchy against your skin and the wind brought a cold sweep through your hair.

there was a campfire on the beach you'd pulled yourself away from not too long ago. in the distance, you could still hear sokka's painful singing as he danced around the flames with momo as his partner (after suki refused).

zuko was somewhere over there, fueling the fire and probably shooting the occasional flame at sokka's feet for his and toph's entertainment. you knew you were right when you heard sokka's squeal and then accuse him of sabotoge.

for a brief moment, your attention was drawn away from the sky and you looked over. your expression softened. zuko had a proud smile on his face, doing his best to keep it down. it alerted a fleet of unruly butterflies in your stomach, begging for you to return to your friends.

you wanted to sit beside zuko again but you couldn't, too busy mulling over how to handle whatever it was you felt for him.

he met your gaze, and you offered a soft smile in return. it didn't reach your eyes and faded when you looked back at the sky.

almost immediately, zuko got up from the log he was sitting on and made his way towards you. you wouldn't have realized, if toph hadn't called out: "where ya going, sparky?"

he settled in the grass next to you, mirroring the way you kept your hands clasped over your stomach. there was no room left between you, his arm pushed up against yours comfortably.

"uh..." zuko started out. "you can talk to me, you know that right? about your feelings?"

"yeah," you said, your voice quiet. but you didn't want to talk to him. in fact, you'd rather talk to azula about you were feeling, than him.

silence followed.

"so, why'd you walk away from the fire?"

"i just needed to think."

"about what?"

you turned to face him with a raised eyebrow, only to find him staring back at you. you blushed, but felt a smirk creep over your features.

he sighed, looking up again. "sorry."

zuko was content, laying there with you, looking as if he had not a single thing in the world to worry about. as if next to him, you didn't have a voice in the back of your head screeching for you to do something already.

but you just looked– your eyes followed his facial features and noticed how each time he blinked it was longer than the last, you wondered if he would really fall asleep next to you.

"the stars remind me of you."

you were caught off guard. "what?"

"the stars are... bright, they light up the sky. even when things are dark, and you can’t see clearly, they’re there to show you the way. they're beautiful, and create incredible constellations. i can't look away from them."

whatever you were going to say, died in your throat. you didn't know how to respond. he spoke so casually as if his words didn't light every one of your nerves on fire. the flurry in your stomach only became more extreme. it felt too good to be true, it couldn't be real. the boy you were laying with under the stars told you possibly the most romantic thing you ever heard.

you'd been staring for so long, you forgot you had yet to actually say anything.

zuko faced you, a worrisome expression clouding his features. "was that weird?"

"no!" you squeaked. unwilling to meet his eyes, you looked away. "no, it was really nice. i just didn't expect it, at all. no one's really ever said anything–"

he leaned on his side and placed a hand on your cheek, and feeling that you missed. he didn't give you much time to process as he directed your chin to face him again, and then he kissed you. it was desperate, but soft, not wanting you to pull away but not being demanding. you kissed back with surprise, raising your eyebrows. it lasted a few seconds before he pulled away.

"was that weird?" he pulled his eyebrows together.

"not at all," you smiled gently, sweeping a hand through his hair.

in the distance, toph made herself known. "hey, are you two done over there? you're giving my feet a headache!"

"isn't that a feet-ache?" sokka chimed in, followed by an instantaneous groan as a rock slammed against his head.

#atla x reader #avatar x reader #zuko x reader #reader x zuko #zuko oneshot #zuko imagine #atla imagine #atla oneshot #spleen writes #atla

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dinosaurtsukki · 5 years ago

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BSD x university au hc’s | pt. 1

hi i am an absolute slut for university au’s in case you couldn’t tell so i just had to write some for my first BSD post. also this is going to be slightly ooc because i am a crackhead

check out pt. 2 here

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Atsushi Nakajima:

he’s definitely the kind of guy who still had no idea what he’d take up in university even after he was accepted

either wants to not major in anything at all or just major in everything because he’s also scared that he’ll eventually not like what he’s majoring in

so for his first two years you’d probably find him jumping around different classes

also he still calls the professors ‘teacher ____’ like a high school student and everyone laughs but thinks its cute

eventually, because of his *cough cough* traumatic childhood he decided he wanted to help children by becoming a guidance counselor

he ends up taking Child Psychology and bOY does he love it so much

well he actually just loves all of his classes because Learning is Fun

although because of his *cough cough* traumatic childhood he’s the one in class that people are all like 👀👀

atsushi: *talking about children’s responses to fear and emotional abuse by talking about his own emotional abuse*

the professor, under their breath: wait, do you need help??

i can definitely see atsushi as a Roommate of the Year kind of guy. he’s just so polite and tidy with his room. also he’d definitely be the type to take care of plants inside the dorm room and put them on the windowsill

in terms of extracurricular activities, he’s definitely a sporty type of person so i can see him joining a varsity (something like Frisbee because he likes things that go whoooosh) but he’d probably join a student org that does stuff like community outreach

because of all this, he is a Very Busy Boy but his friends do manage to drag him out to parties once in a while

although atsushi would probably sit in a corner and drink only one beer for the entire night

he’s notorious for helping drunk people though. most of the time he’ll be putting blankets on people and making them drink water

if he knew how to drive he’d definitely be the designated driver

Akiko Yosano:

omg i’m so excited for this i love yosano so much

she’s the friend who’s just effortlessly awesome all around and a fricking MED STUDENT to top it all off

she gets a bit too excited when it’s dissection time but it’s alright she has good intentions

probably the only one in your class who doesn’t go and throw up whenever a cadaver is being used (actually do they still use cadavers i have absolutely no idea)

she also interns at the local hospital as part of her degree program but OMG yosano will not stop telling disgusting stories about the patients she’s had

everyone: *eating lunch peacefully in the dining hall*

yosano: so i pulled a guy’s toe out of a meat grinder this morning

everyone: sHUT UP

for some reason she still has a social life despite being a med student and it’s one of the mysteries of life i guess

yosano LOVES going out clubbing on friday nights. if you have the fortune of being her roommate, be prepared for make-overs and being dragged with her out to the city

she’s such a social butterfly like at every bar you go to, the bartender knows her name and her regular order. she’d probably end the night befriending a couple more people

also she’s amazing at karaoke i kid you not

as for extracurricular life, i don’t think yosano’s the type to join an org that’s related to her major cause like ‘what’s the point?’

instead, she’d probably go wherever her friends are because to her, she’ll enjoy any activity as long as she’s with people she loves

but when it comes to her own interests, i can definitely see yosano as someone who loves the outdoors, especially hiking after having to be cooped up inside clinics

it just makes her love and appreciate the value of life more

Kunikida Doppo:

ok, i KNOW he was a math teacher before he joined the ADA bUT i can’t help but think of him as a political science major ??

i can definitely imagine kunikida as someone who’d want to become a lawyer someday and would take political science as a pre-law

he does like the idea of following in the footsteps of great men but omg kunikida would absolutely hate the exclusivity of white, male political theorists

he is such a good student except for when his professor has some sketchy values then kunikida will !! fight him !! every !! chance !! he gets !!

raises his hand constantly to contradict his professor if they even tRY to defend thomas hobbes and authoritarianism

but other than that he’s probably the most diligent student out there. kunikida genuinely enjoys doing the readings for class and writing essays

also has such a balanced schedule that he can make time for anything and everything

except for when his friends dazai drag him out to parties and get a social life

despite how rigid he is, kunikida has absolutely no problem helping out others with learning. he often holds study sessions in his dorm room or in the library before exams

he also likes to volunteer in tutorial centers because he’s just like that

OH OH some of his ‘students’ suggested that he make crash-course type videos for political science and it took some convincing but eventually kunikida decided to go for it

he’s not the most tech savvy or photogenic person so it took some time for him to get used to things but after seeing all the comments from people who benefited from it, he decided to continue with his crash course videos

whether or not he’s the best or worst roommate is completely up to you. if you like someone who’ll basically micromanage your life from your daily schedule to your study habits, you’ll absolutely love him

he doesn’t like to go out for parties that much but he will if his friends convince him enough (kunikida’s an utter lightweight when it comes to drinking though)

Osamu Dazai:��

i genuinely have a hard time thinking about what this guy’s major would be and tbh even his friends have been wondering what dazai’s major was for TWO YEARS

that’s because he keeps taking the most random ass classes like Basic Pottery or Intro to Molecular Biology in the same semester

idk how he even plans to graduate at this point

although to be honest, i can definitely see him as a philosophy major despite the fact that i LOATHE every male classmate i’ve had who’s a philosophy major (idk they’re always so condescending)

i feel like dazai’s just taking that because it’s somewhat challenging for him but to him, university life is just more of crazy experiences rather than learning

and oh my god has he gotten up to the weirdest shit

the number of times he had to climb gates or sleep on benches at three a.m. is too many to count

dazai also loves volunteering for random things like people’s thesis projects (once, he offered to be a snake venom tester to a bio student and they told him that was illegal) or even being the school’s mascot in games

also he and kunikida probably met each other in freshman year at an intro to philosophy class and oh my god did dazai get on his nerves

what’s worse was that they had to work on a group project together and dazai was MIA most of the time and it drove kunikida crazy

that is until dazai showed up last minute to pull an all-nighter with him for their paper and kunikida just couldn’t help but be impressed by dazai’s ~~intellect~~

they don’t exactly get along but they do have some mutual respect for each other enough to work on projects well

omg if dazai ends up being your roommate I WISH YOU LUCK

the first time you walked into your room dazai was microwaving a metal bowl and you had to run to stop it in time

also he has a tendency to wear his headphones and sing his favorite double suicide song out loud

kunikida please come pick him up

Edogawa Ranpo:

i love this one man so much i swear to god

ranpo is definitely the kind of person who just didn’t like school so when college applications came around he was just like ‘why bother though ???’

his friends did convince him by saying that he wouldn’t have to do subjects he wouldn’t like and just focus on his major (this is a lie btw)

is it a surprise that ranpo would choose forensic science ?? NO

he thinks its cool that he can learn about something he’s already super good at and it just gets him really pumped up to show off how good he is

LOVES getting praised by his classmates and professors

ranpo probably thinks lectures are boring as hell so sometimes he just,,, doesn’t,,, come,,, to class

if attendance IS required you can bet he’s bringing snacks and game consoles with him and sitting WAAAAY in the back of the room

Mukbang at a Lecture Hall with Edogawa Ranpo

his classmates think its cute that he puts on glasses before doing exams or answering his prof’s questions as a way to hype himself up

everyone calls him ‘The Greatest Detective’ and ranpo LOVES IT

despite that, he’s not too overly social he just likes being with his close group of friends UwU

he’s also someone you can drag around to places like the fair or an aquarium, but he’s not into clubbing or drinking for that matter

he DOES enjoy seeing his friends get drunk and mess with them though

ranpo isn’t into joining student organizations BUT he gets scouted a lot by detective agencies and he likes interning for them

i’m saying detective agencies because police are gross

ranpo did end up joining a baking club with the assumption that he would just be EATING the cake and not BAKING the cake

yeah he was just there for less than half a semester

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