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Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 10] Megumi's Fourth Birthday

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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*Just a fluffy chapter, I hope y'all enjoy🥹

Being with Megumi as his fourth birthday approaches is an exciting experience. Megumi knows that his birthday is coming up, his father reminds him daily, and he tells you about it excitedly. The little boy has so many plans, telling you that when he grows a year older he’ll be much more mature than he is now; he won’t be scared to try new things and he’ll behave better. Apparently he’ll be able to stay up longer and he won’t cry over such miniscule things, he’ll eat more veggies and he’ll make more friends.

For his fourth year of life, Megumi has so many plans and you’re beyond excited to be a part of them. Toji sent you the details of the small birthday party that he’s hosting for Megumi. Nothing too extravagant, he’s just taking the kid to his favorite restaurant inviting a couple of Megumi’s daycare friends, and after they’ll go to an arcade, which is perfect since Megumi is finally getting a hang of the games offered. There’s only a couple of games that he actually knows how to play, and he can’t wait to play them with his friends. A party at the park would’ve been a better idea, but it’s extremely cold outside so it wouldn’t be smart. 

You’re not sure if you want to join Toji, feeling that you’ll be too old amongst the other kids, but Toji insists that you must go because he doesn’t want to be stuck with three kids. So you’re going. By noon you’re outside your door and knocking on Toji’s since you agreed to meet at the time. When he opens the door, you hear Megumi’s cries and you furrow your brows. Toji sighs.

“He refuses to put on his pants.” Toji is quick to share, and you chuckle. Toji notices the blue shopping bag in your hand, and when he offers to take it from your hand, you shake your head. You smile at him before asking,

“May I come in, Toji? I think I have the perfect way to help you.” You respond, and he moves aside to let you come into the apartment. You walk in, walking straight to Megumi. You crouch down and smile at the teary-eyed boy. You wipe his tears and pout before asking, “What’s up baby? Why don’t you want to put on your pants?”

He doesn’t have an actual valid response, the young boy just doesn’t want to wear pants. You hold back on chuckling before offering, “I have a very special gift for my birthday boy, but I can only give it to you if you wear your pants.”

“But–” Megumi begins, his tears streaming down his face again. It takes everything in you not to laugh.

“See what I’ve been dealing with?” Toji says, and it makes Megumi’s crying worse. You shush the man before turning your full attention to Megumi again.

“I promise that you’ll love what I got you, Megumi. All you have to do is put on your pants. And after we’ll go have lunch at your favorite place– We’re going to do so much fun stuff, Megumi.” You tell him, and after a minute, he ends up putting the pants on without a problem. Toji rolls his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. How come when he bribes Megumi it doesn’t work?

“I’m ready.” Megumi answers. However, you can’t just leave yet because Toji isn’t ready yet. He struggled getting Megumi ready, and now the man isn’t changed to leave. He begins to get undressed, taking off his shirt and pants to put on the outfit he had picked out for today. Meanwhile, Megumi opens the gift you got him, and he wastes no time in playing with it.

“Do you like it, Megumi?” You ask him, and he nods in response. He smiles at you and you smile back at him. He continues playing until Toji is ready to go. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Toji orders, and you’re out the door within a minute. Megumi holds your hand while you walk to Toji’s car. You end up picking him up while you walk down the stairs.

“Did I forget to wish you a happy birthday?” You ask Megumi, and you stick your bottom lip out when he nods in response. You kiss his temple before telling him, “Happy birthday, Megumi. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He mutters, and it fills your heart up with joy. Toji fights back a smile as he listens to the interaction, walking behind you. God, that’s so sappy, he can’t smile at it, he’s not a sappy man.

Taking care of three kids outside of work hours is more exhausting than your actual job. For some reason, it’s extremely draining to watch three kids. Megumi becomes more energetic and more talkative with the kids, which was to be expected but you just didn’t expect him to be such a handful. But you’re glad that he is, because it means that he’s having fun. You’re not sure Toji shares those same feelings because the man looks tired.

After eating with three four-year-olds, Toji is chasing them around the arcade. Toji wants to play some games with you, and just as he’s about to, Megumi asks for some assistance to play a different game. Toji’s not lucky at all because every time he approaches you with the intent of having some fun himself, a stupid four-year-old tugs on his pants and asks the stupid question, “Will you help me, Mr. Fushiguro?”

He knows he has to comply, he wants to make Megumi happy and he has to do that by making his friends happy. Toji doesn’t want to admit that he’s jealous– He’s jealous of a fucking four-year-old because he gets to play with you while Toji doesn’t. Toji has to chase around some stupid kids, and help them out as well. 

But finally, he sees his opportunity. He walks over to you as you awkwardly stand, looking for another game to play. Just when Toji’s hopes go up, they quickly go down. Megumi runs over to you and catches your attention.

“Can we play air hockey?” Megumi asks, blinking rapidly in your direction which causes you to laugh. You’re about to nod but you feel a hand land on the small of your back. You look at Toji and you smile at him. Toji’s brows furrow as he looks down at his son before he asks,

“Can I play a game with her?” Which causes Megumi to shake his head. It takes everything in Toji to not roll his eyes. He sighs. “C’mon, let me play a single game with her.”

“It’s my birthday.” Megumi is all pouty as he points out that it’s his special day. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose before admitting that it is. Toji’s about to watch over the other two kids, before you speak up,

“How about the three of us play a game? I mean, it’s up to four players.” You suggest, and the simple idea hadn’t crossed Toji’s mind. They both agree.

“Should I get one of the other kids?” Toji asks, and you shake your head. They’re playing another game together and you don’t want to interrupt it because in the end one of them will be left out. They’re in the games that are right in front of you, so you’re not too worried about them. It’s fine as long as they’re in your vision “So how are we going to do it?”

“I’ll team up with Megumi, and you can play alone. I think you’ll be fine.” You answer, and he ends up nodding in response. Toji grabs the blue paddle, while you and Megumi are stuck with the red ones. 

You begin to play, and it takes Megumi a bit to get used to the game. He’s good at stopping the puck from scoring, but he can’t stop Toji every time. Both of you notice Megumi getting frustrated by the game, and Toji is thinking about going easy because he can’t be too competitive with a four-year-old. He even touches the puck a couple of times, stopping it, and while Toji wants to tell his son that you can’t do that in the game, the little man just turned four. But once Megumi gets the hang of it, he manages to score a couple times with your help.

Toji still wins though. And before you demand a rematch, Megumi wanders off to his friends, about to ask them if they want to play a racing game; Megumi sucks at it but he loves playing the game since he gets to sit down. He usually asks his father for help, but he likes to show off to his friends that he’s a big boy now.

“Wow, can’t believe he just left us like that.” You joke, and Toji chuckles, watching as Megumi’s two friends follow him. When they get to their game, you turn your attention to Toji and ask, “Ready for a rematch?”

“If you’re ready to lose.” He answers, and you begin another game. But this time you actually do all the work. You were only helping Megumi in the last round but this time you’re actually playing. Toji is still a hard opponent but every time he scores, you get even. 

Toji almost lets you win, but his competitive side gets the best of him, and he has to score against you a couple of times. Until he finally wins. You pout your lips and cross your arms before you walk over to Megumi and his friends to check how they are. You hear Toji yell,

“Oh c’mon! I thought you wanted a fair game!” 

Within the hour, the kids’ parents pick them up from the arcade. Megumi is bummed out to see them go, but he forgets once he plays a couple more games with you. By the end of the day, you have so many tickets.

Megumi trades in his tickets for candy, you trade yours in to get a stupid cartoon ball for Megumi, which he loves more than the candy– With what you have left over you also get some candy for Megumi, which he thanks you for. Toji has the most amount of tickets, doing extraordinary in every single game that the arcade offered (he won’t mention that he stole some of Megumi’s friends' tickets, claiming it as a small fee for everything). However, Toji doesn’t know what he can spend his tickets on.

He ponders on it for a moment, looking at all the fun toys and gadgets that he can pick from. He calculates that he can get two giant stuffed animals, and he stares for a moment. Is it really worth it? The man looks at you and Megumi, as you suck on a lollipop that Megumi offered. Megumi also has his own candy that he sucks on. He smiles at you two, and then gets the two stuffed teddy bears.

You don’t notice it until Toji holds two giant stuffed bears. You laugh since Toji looks absolutely ridiculous but yet so adorable. You tilt your head before you ask, “Two? What for?”

“One for Megumi...” Toji begins. He can’t hand the stuffed bear to Megumi since they’re almost the same size, but also because Megumi’s hands are full. Toji then extends the other bear, “The other for you.”

“Oh…” You feel your face get warm, taking the stuffed bear from his hands. You mutter a thank you, before a weak smile overcomes his lips. Toji clears his throat before he asks,

“Ready to go home?”

When you get back to the apartment building, you drop the stuffed animal back at your apartment before you go to Toji’s apartment. You had some dessert at the restaurant but nothing like the traditional cake. And while Megumi would’ve liked celebrating this part of the day with his friends, Toji didn’t really want to invite two other kids to the small place of living. 

Toji lights up four candles, and you begin to sing happy birthday to Megumi, however, he blows the candles out before due time. He heard the cake was a chocolate one and he can’t wait to taste it. You and Toji laugh.

You help Toji out, serving the slices of cake for everyone before you take a seat and enjoy it in silence. Toji finds himself foolishly smiling, he doesn’t remember the last time he was this happy. He’s watching Megumi, who’s making a complete and total mess with his cake.

“I hope that after all the sweets you can sleep tonight.” Toji comments, and Megumi doesn’t miss a beat before responding,

“It’s my birthday.” Which has been Megumi’s only comeback for the day. You chuckle, before nodding.

“He’s right.”

“I wasn’t even telling him anything bad. Just an observation.” Toji responds. A genuine smile comes to your lips as you make eye contact with Toji. His cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink. God, he wishes he could’ve spent the day with just the two of you, but it’s not his birthday. He cherishes this moment because it almost feels like you’re a family. 

“I want more cake.” Megumi says, putting his fork down. Toji shakes his head.

“No more cake for today. You’ve had enough sugar, even if it is your birthday.” Toji tells him, and Megumi crosses his arms, pouting his lips. You can’t do anything about it even if you wanted to. Giving Megumi more sugar would be an awful idea.

“You can have more cake tomorrow, Megumi.” You point out but it doesn’t help much. Megumi wants the cake now, not tomorrow. But Megumi has had a great day, so he won’t throw a tantrum, even if it is his birthday.

Toji clears his throat before he stands up. He walks over to the dresser, opening a drawer to pull something out. Your back is turned to him so you don’t really see anything until Toji takes a seat again and he puts down a black square box. He slides it across the table, and you raise your brows.

“What is this?” You ask Toji as you take the box.

“Just a gift. We won’t be together for the holidays since I’ll be taking Megumi to spend it with his grandparents. Thought it’d be appropriate to get you something since you’re so kind to us.” Toji answers, which takes you back. You open the box to find a charm bracelet, which almost makes you burst into tears because it’s perfect. You’ve never really thought about getting a charm bracelet, but you find it like such a thoughtful gift from his part.

Megumi is looking, trying to see what the gift is. He thought he was the only one that got gifts today, but he doesn’t mind that you’re getting something. Megumi absolutely adores you. Toji clears his throat again before saying, “It’s not real gold… Sorry.”

“Oh, Toji, this is so beautiful. I love it.” You smile at him, putting on the bracelet before sliding yourself across the floor to throw your hands over him and hug him. You kiss his cheek, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you pull away. Maybe you should’ve just stuck with a hug. Toji smiles at you.

Megumi walks over to you, crossing his arms before he asks, “Do I get a kiss too?”

“You get all the kisses you want.” You respond, filling his face with kisses until he’s giggling and pushing you away. Once you stop, you stand up, “I should get going.”

“Stay.” Megumi looks up at you with doe eyes, and you pout. You kiss the top of his head before you ruffle his hair. “It’s my birthday.”

“I’m tired, baby. But I’ll come back tomorrow to play with you, okay?” You respond, and he pouts. He’s about to throw a tantrum, and when Toji sees it, he stands up.

“I’ll walk you home.” Toji offers, not wanting to witness what’s about to happen. He expected the tantrums to stop the moment Megumi turned four, but this is the second one today. You two walk out the door together, leaving Megumi to scream by himself. It almost makes you turn around to stay with him a little longer, but Toji guides you out because he knows you’re weak.

“I feel bad.” You comment, opening the door to the home. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You can’t give in or he’ll throw more tantrums. You’ve spent your entire day with him, you must be tired.” Toji tells you, which is true but that doesn’t make you feel any less bad. Megumi is still screaming. You open the door to your apartment, and you turn to look at Toji for a minute. You smile as his hand goes to your cheek, caressing you with his thumb. You lightly bite down on your lip, and when he realizes what he’s doing, he takes his hand back and almost mutters an apology. He awkwardly says, “You look really pretty. Thank you for joining us.”

“Toji…” The way you say his name makes him melt. He doesn’t like that feeling that begins to overtake him when he hears your voice or when he hears your name. He looks at you. You grab the collar of his shirt and you pull him down, your lips meeting his.

It’s a short kiss, but it feels like it lasts for eternity. Toji wishes it could last for eternity. His body temperature rises, his palms getting sweaty as they go to your back. It’s a sweet kiss, and while he isn’t one that cares for sweets, he wishes he could get this every single day, every hour, every minute, every second. He doesn’t like this care and affection that he’s feeling. He fucking hates it because it makes him weak. He doesn’t like longing for one person. Yet you’re infiltrating his mind, and changing his feelings and thoughts.

You pull away, a sheepish smile on your lips, “Thank you for the bear, Toji. And the bracelet, it was very thoughtful.”

Before he answers, you’re inside, and you’ve shut the door. You’ve left him frozen, questioning everything that just happened. 

Worst of all, you’ve left him with an idiotic smile on his lips, that quickly goes away when he feels it on his face.

[wbbfannnnnn13]

omggg chapter 8!

Chapter 8 – Rumor Has It

Paige had made a decision, not just to love Azzi, but to do it fully, out loud. Her conversation with Coach Geno had peeled something open in her, and that post—the one that had felt like leaping off a cliff—hadn’t just been a gesture. It had been a promise.

I AM LEAPING LIZARDS FOR JOY🥹

So she went back to Dallas, even though her chest ached the moment she left Azzi’s arms at the airport.

mine too but it’s okay cuz they’ve reconciled

She started leaving flirtatious comments on Azzi’s Instagram posts, reposting TikToks that subtly hinted she was taken, letting her affection spill into the parts of her public life she used to keep guarded.

there’s the confident paige we know!

For the first time, Paige wasn’t living in fear of what people might say.

love the progress 🥹

“I’ve got someone really special in my life,” she said, smiling into the mic. “And I think people are smart enough to figure that out.”

this in a few months?

“Damn,” Azzi said, eyes still on the screen, a slow smile creeping across her face. “You really said that? On camera?”

why are they so adorable😩

Azzi tilted her head, playful, the corners of her mouth tugging upward. “A little turned on, honestly.”

uhhhhh😃

“Kind of a kink I didn’t know I had,” Azzi teased, eyes flicking back to the screen for a second. “Who knew press conference Paige would do it for me.”

girl BYE😭

Azzi exhaled, almost like she’d been holding her breath. Her gaze stayed steady on the screen. “I love you, you know.”

i love them

“You’re no fun.”

this new side of her giving her ultimate confidence

——

Still, they were making it work. Somehow, between the madness, they kept finding each other.

why do i sense their teams are gonna meet in the playoffs and potential this might be another angst?

It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t have to be. They were showing up for each other, over and over. That counted for a lot.

that’s what’s it’s all about. through the ups and downs

marriage. Paige hadn’t expected that, not at this point in her life.

i’m excited💍

When would be the right time? How could she even pull off a proposal without Azzi catching on? Azzi noticed everything. A whole proposal? That would take planning, real planning. And then there was the matter of asking Azzi’s parents. She’d never been big on tradition, but that part felt important. It mattered. She wanted to do it right.

omgggg i can’t 🥹🥹🥹 this is so sweet

It wasn’t a question of if anymore. Just when, how, and whether she could manage to keep it a secret long enough to make it special.

they’re locked in for life! 🔒

"I do," Paige said, almost too softly. Then, without thinking, "God, I can’t wait to mar—"

girl boo

Azzi’s heart skipped, but she didn’t push. "I’ll be waiting.”

me too, i’ll wait for the day the author drops the proposal chapter 😝

——

She stood to hug them, trying to play it cool, trying to keep her hands from shaking as she picked up her coffee again.

go paige go!

“I want to marry your daughter," she said, voice soft but sincere. "I love her—you already know that. I want to be the one standing beside her for the rest of our lives. I want to build a future with her, and before I take that step, I wanted to come to you both first. It matters to me, to have your blessing, your support."

i’m not crying you are 😭

Tim nodded, his voice firm and full of warmth. "You’ve been there for her in ways no one else has. You’re good for her. You’ve always been good for her. We’d be proud to call you our daughter, too."

my heart is swelling

——

She’d given Paige an ultimatum. Not out of cruelty, and not because she didn’t love her, but because she couldn’t keep shrinking herself to fit into the quiet corners of someone else’s life.

which is a very valid decision to have

She knew how much pressure Paige was already under, how exhausting the season was, how tightly she held everything together. But part of her also knew Paige needed the push. Someone had to draw the line. Someone had to say: This love deserves to live in the light.

and we’re so glad it happened

Paige wasn’t just loving her in private anymore. She was choosing her out loud. Claiming her. And it hit Azzi deeper than she’d expected—not because she hadn’t hoped for it, but because part of her had stopped letting herself believe it would ever happen.

oh azzi 🥺

And then one night, Paige said it. Not directly. Not even deliberately. But it slipped out, low and casual, like the thought had already lived in her for weeks. She let the words “I can’t wait to marry” replay again and again in her head, each time hitting a little deeper.

OH MY GOOOOOSH EEEEEEEEEE

——

And then came the rumor.

NO😨 i should’ve known it was too good to be true 😥

A shot of Paige walking out of a Dallas restaurant, laughing with a woman Azzi didn’t recognize.

on you did not— the woman better be her financial advisor trying to go over the budget for a wedding ring/ceremony

And it didn’t stop there.

you should’ve just punched me

Then came the twist—another anonymous account posted an old video, grainy and clearly shot in a dimly lit college bar. Paige, visibly drunk, was pressed against another woman—someone Azzi had never seen before, but who clearly wasn’t just a stranger passing by.

ONE FROM COLLEGE?😨😨 oh HELL NO WHO IS LEAKING

At one point, the girl kissed Paige’s neck, and Paige didn’t flinch. She smiled. She pulled her closer.

ummmm WOW so wtf?

Before they were official. Before things were solid. But none of that softened the sting. Because Azzi remembered exactly what led to that night. The fight they’d had. The silence that followed. The feeling that maybe Paige hadn’t taken any of it as seriously as she had. And now, years later, watching it unfold again through a stranger’s camera lens, it cut deeper than she expected. 

oh nooo azzi😣

They’d just finished a brutal afternoon practice—

and to harden the blow even more a throwback? oh author you might catch these hands

Brandon, one of the guys from the football team, stepped right into their path. Confident, loud, like he always was. “Yo, Azzi,” he said, grinning. “You wanna grab dinner sometime? Just you and me?”

smhhhhhhhh

Azzi glanced between them, caught completely off guard. “Uh… I—I don’t know,” she said, stumbling over the words. “Maybe… I’m not sure.”

oh yikes

But the words caught in her throat. What could she even say? It had all happened so fast, and now it felt like she’d stepped on something delicate without meaning to.

do i even wanna continue reading?🙁

But deep down, she knew better. Because what hurt wasn’t just Brandon’s timing—it was what her hesitation had signaled. Paige and Azzi had crossed the line of ‘just friends’ a long time ago. Every glance they shared, every touch that lingered too long—it had never just been friendly. Friends didn’t look at each other like that. Friends didn’t feel like this. Friends don’t have sex.

so like paige’s reaction was valid then

And the truth was, Azzi wanted Paige. Fully. Openly. She wanted to be seen beside her, not just orbiting in private. But she’d never said any of it. Not out loud. Not to Paige. She’d been too scared to risk what they already had. Too scared to ask for more and hear that Paige didn’t want the same.

🥺🥺🥺

She thought about calling Paige, explaining, trying to fix it before it spiraled into something bigger. But by the time she worked up the nerve, it was already too late.

this was a jab and hook

Paige was out. At a bar. With the team. Probably trying to blow off steam. Looking for a distraction. 

this was an uppercut

But the fact that the internet had dug it up and was using it to spin stories about their relationship pissed Azzi off. And, if she was honest, it scared her too. 

this right here is a low blow

Both Paige and Azzi were heading into the first round of the playoffs, and this was the kind of distraction neither of them could afford.

i did mention be playoffs, but i didn’t expect this was what the angst was gonna be like 😞

For the first time, Azzi fully understood what Paige had been afraid of all along. The noise. The scrutiny. The way people hovered around their relationship, looking for cracks to expose, moments to twist, anything they could turn into a headline.

on author YOU are good! the tables have turned 🫠

She trusted Paige. That wasn’t the issue. But she didn’t trust the world around them, and now she was starting to understand why Paige never had either.

UGHHHHH I CAN’T 😫 we were happy 5min agooooo

Azzi read the messages over and over, thumbs hovering over the screen, her chest tight with guilt. She knew it was cruel not to answer. She knew Paige had nothing to do with the rumors, knew this wasn’t her fault. But still, Azzi felt like she was suffocating—trapped under the weight of new fears she hadn’t figured out how to name yet.

azzi please now is not the time! remember you both gotta face it together?🥺

The phone buzzed again. Another message: I just want to hear your voice. That’s all.

might as well twist the dagger deeper

She set her phone to do-not-disturb and dropped it face down on the bed. Then she lay back against the pillows, arms crossed over her chest like she was bracing for impact.

NO NO NO NO PLS NO OMG

She would call Paige back. Just not until she knew what she was really afraid of.

omgg stop! this is cruel 😖💔

oh my gosh. like wow! the chapter was an emotional rollercoaster cuz WHYYYY? the next one better be 7k. i need this fixed!😭

-🦩

Paige had made a decision, not just to love Azzi, but to do it fully, out loud. Her conversation with Coach Geno had peeled something open in her, and that post—the one that had felt like leaping off a cliff—hadn’t just been a gesture. It had been a promise.

I AM LEAPING LIZARDS FOR JOY🥹

Hahahahahaha love this reference

A shot of Paige walking out of a Dallas restaurant, laughing with a woman Azzi didn’t recognize.

on you did not— the woman better be her financial advisor trying to go over the budget for a wedding ring/ceremony

Guess we'll just have to wait and see... would I dare write P as a cheater???

They’d just finished a brutal afternoon practice—

and to harden the blow even more a throwback? oh author you might catch these hands

Hey, no need for violence 😨

Both Paige and Azzi were heading into the first round of the playoffs, and this was the kind of distraction neither of them could afford.

i did mention be playoffs, but i didn’t expect this was what the angst was gonna be like 😞

Glad I was able to keep you on your toes with the angst arc, I tried to come up with something readers wouldn't expect

The phone buzzed again. Another message: I just want to hear your voice. That’s all.

might as well twist the dagger deeper

It actually physically hurt writing out this last part 💔

I'm leaning towards writing these next few chapters out shorter to help me flip back and forth in perspectives b/c I low key have a hard time following my own story arcs as chapters get longer lol.

Thank you, my fav anon 🦩

[geddy-leesbian]

here's a snippet of the Miracle prequel :3

Luis didn't love that he was being taken off of the Nemesis Project and relocated from Lab 6 to a US Umbrella branch to try and pretend to be some random kid's new father. 

But he knew that you don't tell Umbrella no. You do what the company says you should do– no, you do everything they tell you to do and more– or they destroy you. The lucky ones will be taken to Rockfort and executed immediately. The unlucky ones will be used as test subjects or tortured just for the sake of torture.  So Luis stands in a white hallway by a door, holding a backpack and looking down at a piece of paper, trying to muster up the strength to look a child in the eye and blatantly lie to her.

He's one of the most charismatic people among Umbrella's ranks. He's a damn good liar too, it's how he survived life on the streets. That, alongside his specialization in parasites, was why he was selected for this task. He'd had time to contemplate his approach on the plane ride, because he didn't have all that much experience interacting with children specifically. Mostly he thought back to when he was first scooped off the streets and love bombed by Umbrella. But, other than verbal praise and validation that he was so smart and special, that had mainly involved taking him places and letting him pick out whatever he wanted. Not being allowed to take Lucia, the test subject he's supposed to pretend to adopt, outside of the Umbrella facility she was in, he'd just gone shopping himself, picking out a backpack and then filled it with an assortment of things he thought a little girl might like. The room he enters is even more depressing than the average hospital room. The shiny white walls are clean, too clean, unsettlingly sterile. All there is is medical equipment, and a hospital bed with a little girl. She's curled up in a ball, her face down on her knees. One arm is wrapped around her legs, the other is outstretched, connected to an IV drip. Luis had skimmed Test Subject #1's files and knew that their demise was caused by failure to thrive, the parasite leeching too much from its host, so Lucia's IV was likely extra nutrients to prevent that from happening again. The girl lifts her head up when she hears Luis walking in and lifts her head, sizing up Luis. “You don't look like a doctor.” “I'm not,” Luis says with a cautious smile. “Well, I'm not your doctor. I'm here because I've been thinking about adopting for a while, and when someone I knew mentioned there was an orphan in a hospital with no one to visit… Tugged at my heart strings.” “You're adopting me?” The girl's defeated eyes suddenly light up. “I get to leave?” Luis nearly breaks, but somehow holds himself together. “I would like to adopt you. They told me your name already, Lucia. I'm Luis. Can I sit?” Lucia nods and Luis sits down on the end of the hospital bed. “But you have to stay here longer. You're still sick, you have to stay here until you get better. But once you're all better, you'll come home with me.” Luis has done a lot of things he's not proud of, but he's never felt this dirty. “I'm not sick. Wasn't feeling sick when the orphanage guy said I was and took me here. And I don't feel sick now.” “That's because of the medicine,” Luis hates how easily the lie comes to him and slips out. “You are very sick, but they're giving you medicines here that are working so well that you don't feel even a little bit sick. If I took you home today, you would go downhill and start feeling real bad.” “But I hate it here.” “I know. Hospitals aren't fun. But I'm going to try to make things better for you, okay? I brought you a few things today,” Luis hands over the backpack. “And I'm going to talk to some of the hospital people and see if maybe we can get some things to make this room feel a little cheerier. And I'm going to visit you everyday.” “Every day?” “Every day. And I'll get you more stuff too,” Luis promises, as Lucia unzips the backpack and starts looking through the random little toys and coloring books Luis had stuffed it with. “It was just hard shopping before even meeting you, I had no idea what kind of things you would like.”

[callsigngrim]

Fuck canon and other ramblings

Please note these are just theories done for enjoyment. Tw mentiones of blood. Character death.

(I had to rewrite this so many times so I kept it short and sweet because my brain did not want to work with me)

Ok so lets get into the gun Makarov possibly used to shoot Soap with

This is the X13 auto glock which is modeled after the the G17. This gun is listed on the official C.O.D wiki as one of the guns Makarov used. And it's also the closest one that resembles the gun used in the shooting scene. So not 100% guarantee that its the correct one. But it's as close as I could get. (moving on)

The gun uses 9mm ammunition. Dangerous yes but there have been reported cases of people surviving being shot with a 9mm.

OK so I did some digging on possible ways that Soap could have survived the gun shot wound to his head and one of the things I found was the Valkyrie program. Now the Valkyrie program was created to allow for on site (on the battlefield) blood transfusions, this comes in a kit that allows for collection of blood. And then that blood can be used for a blood transfusion to the injured soldier/person.

I have added the link if anyone is interested in reading about it in more detail please be warned that it does show explicit images containing blood and needles.

Now there are various other programs that allow for a soldier to receive blood quickly to avoid severe blood loss or even death. I touched on these very lightly but if you have any questions please feel free to ask!

Now the next one is very simple Price is a smart man and I really doubt he would have gone in blind. So the moment the dust settled the medics where there stabilizing Soap and getting him out of there to receive the right medical attention he needs.

The list of physical and mental problems is going to be a long one but he would have survived.

Now those are the more realistic theories. And I highly recommend you read @moronic-validity post linked here:

Now onto the more crazy theories. (Aka a fanfic I will be writing because I haven't done angst in a while)

In Kingsman they brought back one of the agents using alpha gel. "Alpha-Gel is a substance used by Statesman that can protect the brain from a headshot wound. After the Alpha-Gel is applied, the agent is brought back to the laboratory, where nanites are used to repair tissue damage in the brain."

What if they used something like alpha gel to help Johnny? But just like the alpha gel it causes severe amnesia. Soap forgets everything and everyone from 141. He spends months in recovery. Simon is there every day trying to get Johnny to remember the team (him) but nothing is working.

Or

After being declared KIA.The CIA got involved with a revival project and the first subject that showed promise was former Sergeant John Soap Mactavish.

Entry #1: Test subject 114 is responding well to chemical ****** no further deterioration has been detected. Subject has remained mute during first session. A green glow has been detected in the subject's eyes. Close observation will continue.

Entry#2: Subject seems stable and is taking orders. No indication that test subject 114 has any recollection of former team members. Subject only responds to previous call sign ****

Entry#14: Subject has been training for *hours a day. It has been noted that the subject has increased stamina. Upon further observation it has also been noted that the subject has episodes of extreme emotional outbursts. The dosage of chemical*** will be increased to ***milligrams every *hours. Observations to continue.

[theboysfromaustin]

Two dorks go get baby gear

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December 26, 2004

“Are we…allowed into a Babies R Us?” “We're gonna be dads, of course we are!” Kazuo led Ian through the parking lot, “It's not like we're here to steal a baby or anything, we made our own.  With science!  And you.  And Mayumi, our lovely surrogate.  And possible witchcraft.  Whatever happens when you introduce an egg and sperm, I slept through sex-ed ‘cause it was straight.” “It's just that we're, uh…” “Gay?  And we need baby gear. S'go.”

They entered the aggressively air-conditioned building, immediately serenaded with the wails of children.  Kazuo grabbed a cart, “Got the list?” “Y-yeah…” Kazuo bumped Ian with his hip, “We can do this.  We're two smart, capable men who, in a few months will be responsible for a tiny human.”

Ian swallowed hard, “Seems so…far away…” “She'll be here before you know it.”

“Hello there!  Are you finding everything?  When's the baby due?” Kazuo looked down at himself, brain screeching to a halt.

One, he did not have a uterus, let alone ovaries.  And his chest was flat as the floor beneath him.

Two, did he look pregnant?!

Ian rescued him, “Oh, not for some time!  We just found out.  Isn't that right, honey?” “Y-yes,” Kazuo put on his most feminine voice, leaning on Ian, “He's been so wonderful about this whole situation, what with his divorce and the affair…with me…” “Um…let me know if you need anything!” The scandalized worker scooted away.

Ian let out an undignified snort, the two dissolving into idiotic giggles.  “WHAT THE FUCK,” Kazuo hissed.  Ian touched Kazuo's stomach gently, “I promise to love and cherish this child….unlike my other three…”

It was at this point that Kazuo began to wheeze with laughter, leaning on Ian for support, “That was the best possible way for you to handle that.” “Thank you for being quick on the uptake.” “Alright, crib, car seat, clothing, toys, diapers…” “Rocking chair, changing table, baby monitors.  Um….the monitors…” 

“Yeah?” Kazuo scanned the aisles.  “Can we not get video ones?” “Why?” The black-haired man looked at him, pushing the cart.  “Just….afraid of…ghosts.” “Valid, valid…Hey, why am I pushing the cart, I'm pregnant, remember?” “Of course, m'lady,” Ian gave him a smooch on the forehead and took over pushing, “You can load furniture, right?” 

Kazuo bumped him with his hip, “No.” “Baby-laden Kazuo is mean…” “I can't believe she thought I was a woman.  A pregnant woman.” “You are very feminine,” Ian paused to survey cribs, “Wood? Dark wood?” “Yeah, go with the house?” Ian went to lift the box, Kazuo grabbing the other, “Hm?” “I'm not gonna keep up the pregnancy ruse, I'm a gentleman.”

“And I reward gentlemanly behavior handsomely.”

Kazuo offered up a toothy grin, pulling down a changing table in a matching finish, “Ooh!  I see clothes!” “Eee!” Ian blushed, surprised that he'd made such a sound, “Oh my…” “Oh my god, that was adorable.  You're so excited!” “I am…we're having a baby!” Kazuo grinned, taking Ian's hands in his, squeezing, leaning up to kiss Ian.

“Let's go look at the clothes.” Kazuo leaned on Ian, watching him as they made their way over.

Ian was going to be a great dad.

“So, are we gonna put her in dresses?  Onesies?” “A combination,” Kazuo grinned, holding up a dinosaur onesie, “I mean, look at this!” “Oh my…um, are we buying just newborn, or a few different sizes?” “We should probably get a range of sizes, cover our bases.” Ian nodded, the two men poring through the racks, winding up with way more clothing than they needed.

“We still need more supplies.  We should move along,” Kazuo surveyed the cart.  “Yeah, and I know Maurwwn's going to go nuts.” “Oh, she's going to be such a good grandma.  She's really happy you're giving her a baby,” Kazuo rested his head on Ian's shoulder.

“I know.  Little ashamed it took this long,” Ian rubbed his neck, then grabbed the cart, “Okay - diapers, baby monitor, rocking chair, toys.” “Do you know how to change a diaper?” “Not a clue.” “Huh,” Kazuo bit his lip, “We gotta figure that out.” “We will,” Ian pushed the cart, “We got a few months yet…Besides, we're actively learning…and I feel like as gay men, people's expectations of us are lower.”

“Yeah, probably.  We'll show ‘em.”

They set out for the toy aisle, quiet for a moment.  Ian broke the silence, “What do you think she'll look like?” Kazuo sighed happily, “Between you and Mayumi?  Black hair, brown eyes…” “I dunno, my brother had blue eyes…” “Chubby cheeks, she'll probably be tall, like you.” “I think it's gonna trip people up, a kid that so obviously looks like both of us,” Kazuo grinned.

“Maybe they'll leave us alone,” Ian held up a planet-themed mobile, “My heart…” “Oh my god.  Cart.” “You know,” Ian offered up a cheeky grin, “This is all quite expensive.  You're lucky you got with a sugar daddy.” “Mmm?” Kazuo flopped against his chest, “You're so sweet.  And smart.  And sexy.  If I were raising the kid alone, she'd sleep in an old Dell box.” “Oh, you tragedy.” “I am.  I'm your tragedy.” “Mmm!” Ian pulled him into a tight hug, “I'm so glad I have you, that I can start the family I always wanted.”

Kazuo leaned into it, sighing contentedly.  He loved Ian, he loved their future daughter, Nanami.

Namami….

His mom would be proud.  Honored.  Would have been a wonderful grandmother.  “For you, mom,” Kazuo whispered to himself,

“We're gonna be the best dads.”

[janeyxe]

hi, it's jane suh!

was that [ JENNIE KIM ] spotted in the lobby of the infamous arconia hotel? must just be, [ JANE SUH ] the [ TWENTY FIVE ] year old [ STREAMER ]. whenever i hear [ MINOR FEELING BY RINA SAWAYAMA ] it reminds me of them. [ SHE ] is known for being [ RECKLESS ] and [ HARD-HEADED ] but they make up for that by being [ FRIENDLY ] and [ SMART ]. they have been living at the arconia for [ TWO YEARS ]. ( ooc information: katie, 24, gmt+8, she/her ).

BASICS

full name: jane suh / (suh jinhee 서진희)

age: 25

dob: september 19, 1998

ethnicity: south korean

pronouns: she/her

gender: cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: twitch streamer

education: bachelor of science in computer engineering from nyu, discontinued master's degree

living arrangement: two years at arconia, suite.

faceclaim: jennie kim

ABOUT

jane was born in seoul, south korea and her family immigrated to new york when she was two. she has an older sister who was six years old when they moved. she is unable to speak fluent korean but can understand it.

she was always good at school, but not because she liked it, but more so because she wanted to please her parents. all her life jane felt as though she was living in the shadow of her older sister. admittedly, jane looked up to her all her life, she liked everything that he sister liked, and wanted to do everything her sister did. but as it came to be, jane figured out that the only way for her to receive the same validation as her sister was to do her best in her school. and so, it was what she did.

her sister ended up going to law school and jane pursued computer engineering in university. she liked it, but it was not something that she found herself passionate about. instead, jane could often be found playing games on different consoles. when she was in class, games would be distracting to her. she found a group of friends in college that she could play with and for the first time in her life, jane was passionate about something. she wanted to do something because she liked it--and not because her sister or her parents liked it.

jane managed to graduate from university, but didn't want to find a job yet. so, she found residence in the hotel with the help of her parents with the promise of completing her masters. and that was two years ago.

a year into her masters degree, jane found herself burnt out and found the streaming platform twitch. she tried to stream her favorite games on it, not expecting anyone would actually watch her but one lucky strike, jane's life changed for the better. her channel began to pick up viewers and subscribers, she started growing on different social media platforms and finally, jane knew what she wanted to do.

her parents however, are not very keen about this change of career. jane found it very hard to admit to them that she had stopped pursuing her masters degree, and right now, she still hadn't told them that she stopped studying and is a full time twitch streamer. she'll have to face the wrath of her parents one day, but for now? she'll play her game and she hopes that you'll come and play along with her.

TWITCH

ttv/janexye

223k followers

avg 2500 subs

streams valorant, stardew valley, just chatting, and a lot of variety games!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

university friends

best friend

influencer friend

fwb/one night stands

gaming duo

ex that she always kept coming back to

ex that ended on good terms + permanently

viewer/fan

childhood friends (or the special: her gay awakening in highschool)

a friend of her sister that she tried her best avoid but kept running into

people who know her parents/close to her parents and don't know that she hasn't told them that she stopped going to grad school

someone she asked to be her fake date to a friends wedding (i already have a starter for this pls claim this connection I BEG)

a person that for some reason she dislikes to their bones

gym buddies? someone who does boxing with jane?

MUN

hello everyone! my name is katie and i am 24, from southeast asia. i haven't rp'd in years (maybe 2018 is the last time?) but i missed writing stories so here i am back here again. looking forward to meeting everyone!

[milestelling]

"You make a good case there, blondie. How about this, we'll get this conversation done and over with and then we can have some fun." Miles offered, even if he really wanted to push that conversation aside it would be smart to just get it over with. What she would say was still up in the air for him, because she could easily say that she didn't want this anymore because her conscious could be getting the best of her. Which was very valid in his mind. The question of him being able to resist her while they talked caused him to chuckle softly and shake his head a few times. On rare occasion he couldn't resist himself and would forget about what was being said, but he knew this was serious to her, so he would do everything in his power to put this to rest so they could move forward hopefully. His tongue running along between his lips, he cleared his throat, was this her way of saying she didn't want to continue on? He was a little confused by her wording, and maybe he was thinking too deep into it while it wasn't. "Being with you is more than just sex, Tay. I hope you know that. While jumping your bones first thing is my favorite thing, I love our time together. The way that we interact together it's so effortlessly and fun...." Keeping his attention on her the entire time, he noticed how she avoided eye contact with him and that crushed him a bit; moving his hand up towards her chin, he softly tilted her head up so she could look at him. "The gossip and rumors can be a lot to take on, and I know that. I'm okay with people talking because no one really knows what we have going on, and it's really no ones business what we do or how many times we see one another. So, to answer your not so question, I don't want this to end, but if you do then I'll respect it and there won't be any hard feelings on my end. I do want to say though..." his next few words could essentially cause the blonde to make up her mind in not seeing him any further, but he had to be honest with her. "I don't know if I can promise you a serious relationship right now."

"Because then I would know what I should show off more to you. You'd get to enjoy the view." Taylor loved being able to tease Miles, see what kind of reactions she could get out of him. It was fun to learn what sort of things made him tick. "The biggest brain." Taylor grinned, running her hand quickly through his hair. "I love the way your mind works." She paused for a moment before adding. "Sometimes." With how things were going between them, the light hearted teasing felt easy, meant that she didn't have to focus on how much she was feeling. "Lucky I'm off tour at the moment and don't have a lot going on. You can stay Mr. Booked and Busy." If Taylor could go and see him working - seeing him in his element, then she would find a way to do it. "Why wouldn't I want to see more of you? You're one of the people I enjoy spending my time with the most." Confessing that felt like a small weight off her shoulder - letting him know that she loved their time together. "Think you can resist me while we talk?" Running her teeth along her lower lip, Taylor almost didn't want to talk about what was going on her mind. That would make things feel too real, having never really spoke out loud to Miles about everything that was going on between them - it was the one thing they seemed to avoid when together. Everything else was on the table. Sinking into the sofa, Taylor fiddled with her fingers. "I just... people are saying things about us." Taking a deep breath, the blonde avoided eye contact with Miles. "And if.. this continues, you know it's only going to get worse. So if you want an out..." Trailing off, Taylor waited for him to confirm he didn't want to continue hooking up with her. And she wouldn't blame him, it'd make his life a lot easier.

[katyspersonal]

8, 12 & 14 for the Soulsborne asks !

sdjdfs Noooo don't worry you are fine! xD But yeah, number 14 is about what game got me into series. Bloodborne not only got me into series though, but also was my first experience with PS4. And my REASON to finally buy PS4.

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

8. Do you have any fond coop memories? Does a specific moment stand out to you?

I do not know if helper NPCs summons count as co-op, because I never played a Soulsborne game online, and probably never will. Online just doesn't work and I gave up trying to fix it. :s

IF summons of NPCs count though, I will say, my fondest memory was the only, and I mean the ONLY time when Damian actually arrived BEFORE I got killed by Rom! fsdjfhs There is a glitch that makes him appear all TOO late every time, I love to joke that that time he finally overcame his arachnophobia fjhfhds xD

12. Are there any ships you enjoy? 

In perspective, I am able to enjoy any ship, given I find the right angle to look from, right interpretation, etc. Even if ship is random. Or cursed. I mean I disliked Bradmon at first, and now look!

I will, HOWEVER, use this ask to mention the 🅱️loodborne ships that I like but apparently that "do not exist", hahaha!

Maria x Ludwig (hey, they unintentionally side with the same deity, too!)

Henriett x Iosefka (wow that went WELL...)

Edgar x Rom (Mico's enablers unite!)

Archibald x Micolash (mad scientists that never shut up!)

Valtr x Djura (thing of the past, I feel like Djura was the one to take Valtr under his wing after his... interesting arrival)

Patches x Rom (mfw it actually makes sense)

Simon x Yamamura (Gratia keeps helping them, because without her they will die from fueling each other's depression)

Damian x Yurie (people that didn't fit in with their respective factions)

Izzy x Ludwig (more cursed than Bradmon by large margin)

Rom x Adeline (is this even a ship? more like besties, and reserved for an AU where both lived longer)

Rom x Maria (Maria's type of a woman but one she doesn't feel so guilty with? that might help)

Patches x Chester (whatever happened with Chester that threw him into DS verse was something they discovered with Patches together and I will DIE on this hill)

Damian x Rom (short-lasted but happy)

Laurence x Logarius (cleric and swordsman but EVIL version!)

Okay this list was longer in my mind. I will stop having such a strong Rom brainrot and focus on other characters, I promise :'(

[erogenousmind]

Ray Gun

“I keep telling you, it’s not a ray gun. I don’t even know what a ray gun is. The elliptic dish is designed to focus the right frequency range of delta waves, but in general, once the network is trained, you don’t even need the dish. Due to the inverse square law for...you know what, never mind. Just sit for a few more minutes while it finishes collecting data.”

Dr. Gehirn looked every bit the mad scientist with his long white lab coat and disheveled hair. Charlotte, for her, part, made the perfect co-ed victim, her long blonde hair and ditzy smile belying her status as an honors student. Electrical engineering and computer science had never been her forte though, so she had been happily quizzing the doctor about his latest experiment even as she participated in it.

“Oh, that’s what these doohickeys are doing, right?” she pointed a manicured and painted fingernail up toward her temple and to one of the electrodes stuck to it with a dot of conducting gel. “That’s so you can read all my brainwaves and stuff, right?”

The doctor sighed. She would be worth it at least, even as tedious as this part was. Despite appearances, she was smart and capable, and, more importantly, trusting. Even if somehow it didn’t work, she would go on her way, none the wiser, not suspecting a thing. “That’s right, Charlotte. Although, they really just make it easier to record. Brainwaves can be picked up from quite a distance, particularly if you know what you are looking for. And in just another moment,” he glanced over to a monitor filled with various windows of numbers and wave forms. “we’ll know exactly what we are looking for.” Another torrent of numbers printed onto the screen. “There we are. The network has now been tuned to your particular brainwave spectrum.”

“Oh neat! So it can like, read my thoughts?” Charlotte bubbled.

“Something like that. But more interesting to my research is the inverse problem. It should actually be able to predict what causes your thoughts. It just needs to validate first. One moment.” The doctor typed furiously for a second, finishing with an overly dramatic stab at the enter key. “This might feel a little odd. You might even feel some strange emotions or feel like thoughts are popping into your head that have no place there. That’s okay. The network is still just learning.”

“So are you making an artificial intelligence thing or something? Oh, is it going to try to act like me or think like me or something? It’d be like I had a twin or something, only it’s a computer. That would be...woa...woah...that’s...um...” Charlotte rocked unsteadily in her seat, a look of concern crossing her face for the first time.

“It’s an artificial neural network, not AI. Everyone confuses them, but it really just a matter of multiplying...ugh, forget it. I’m sorry, my dear, if this is a little unpleasant. It’s just confirming that it can generate the right emotional or mental state based on an electromagnetic input, and it’s quickly cycling through several of them, which must be quite disconcerting. It will pass quickly, I promise.”

“I...I don’t know how I feel. I’m angry for a moment, then excited, then I feel like I want to laugh...it...I don’t think I like it. I think I want it to stop.” She started to reach up toward one of the wires dangling from her head.

“I told you, those are just sensors. The signal is being generated here. We probably don’t even need the contact probes anymore. But there, it all seems to be working correctly. Now the intensity check. How are you feeling right...now?”

Charlotte paused, her hand dangling in the air, looking lost in thought. “I feel...calm...really calm. Just relaxed.” Her hand slowly dropped back down to her side. “Like everything is fine. I thought I should be nervous because you keep messing with my thoughts and some of them felt...strange. But none of that matters right now. I feel happy...content...”

“Very good. And now?” he asked, tapping away at the keyboard.”

“I’m...scared. I’m more scared than I’ve ever been. I still feel so calm though. Passive...But you can mess with my head. You can make me feel what you want with that thing. You were giving me thoughts earlier...and now I’m feeling angry. I feel like you tricked me. You lured me here to mess with my head and I hate you for it. I feel like I want to hurt you...

“It’s so amazing that you were able to make a ray gun that can control my emotions like this. You are so incredibly brilliant. And it’s such an honor that you are testing it on me first. It was my mind you wanted to control first and that’s so exciting...that’s so...hot...mmm....those thoughts you were given me earlier. I don’t think I was supposed to notice them with everything else going on. But I could see myself...with you. I was on my knees looking up at you, and you were so...” Charlotte groaned as she rubbed her thighs together.

The doctor smiled at his subject. “You are doing so well. Thank you for talking through what you were thinking and feeling. You are very perceptive. This...ray gun...is able to control your feelings now. And it can give you thoughts. It knows your mind well enough to give exactly the stimulus to produce whatever response it wants with...” He took the mouse and flicked the scroll wheel over one of the many windows showing row after row of inscrutable numbers. “ 97.4% accuracy. That can probably get a little higher with some more data. But it is certainly good enough for our purposes today. Because you want this now, don’t you? You want me to control your thoughts. You want me to control you. It excites you, doesn’t it?”

The heat between Charlotte’s legs had been building the whole time he spoke. He seemed so powerful to her now. So intelligent and commanding and incredible. Who wouldn’t want to let him think for them? “Yes! More than anything. Use your ray gun on me. Decide what I think. Decide what I feel. Decide who I am. Take my mind! Use it! Or just tell me what to do. Tell me what to think. You don’t even need your invention. Control me. Take me! It makes me so hot. Make me yours. Own me forever!”

Dr. Gehirn chuckled softly. “Quite the response. I wonder how much of this is my doing and how much we just awakened something inside of you. No matter. There may be a small issue with the ‘forever’ you just mentioned. It will take much more research, but it isn’t clear at all that these effects last much longer than stimuli are being input into your delta band. Given some time, your brain will probably resume it’s original thought patterns with no more than a memory of how you behaved.”

Charlotte was heartbroken. She hadn’t known it 5 minutes ago, but it was so clear to her now that she wanted nothing more than to be this man’s slave. To give her mind and body to him. To be his plaything. His property. His toy. She felt like she could cry.

“Oh no, none of that. There is another possibility. You see, the longer your thoughts are entrained by the signal, the harder it gets to snap back. Little by little, you forget to think on your own. Left long enough, your mind would willingly think whatever it was told and forget it ever came up with any thoughts on its own. Then I could put whatever I wanted in that pretty little head of yours, and it would never occur to you to think anything different. How does that sound?”

Tears were beginning to well up in Charlotte’s eyes now. How did it sound? She couldn’t imagine anything making her happier. She was too emotional to speak. She nodded her head vigorously.

“Good girl.” He smiled the warmest smile at her and she felt herself melt on the spot. “This might feel a little like going to sleep. We are going to gradually withdraw the signal until your mind is doing nothing at all and then slowly and steadily begin putting thoughts into your head. They might feel like dreams but more vivid...more intense, more...permanent.” He clicked his mouse a few times and, pausing for a moment to look her up and down again, pressed a single key.

“And now your ray gun will work on me forever?” Charlotte asked, a smile growing and growing on her face. “You can control my thoughts for good?”

Doctor Gehirn nodded. “That’s right, Charlotte.” Her eyes slowly grew wider. Her mouth fell open. Another moment passed and her eyes rolled back, fluttering as new ideas and a new self were written into her mind. “And the first thing we are going to do is teach you the proper technical name for this device.”

Her legs fell open as her body relaxed more and the doctor noticed just how excited the experiment had made her. “Well...maybe the second thing.”

[yn-dreamlife]

Hello! I wanted to ask if I could have a comfort letter from your event? Totally ok if not!

Nicknames: princess, baby, baby girl, love, babe

Insecurities: my body (I’m chubby and still can’t look at myself very well), feeling dumb or stupid, feeling like I can never do anything right or that I’m not enough, that I’m not worth anyones love

What your comforting about: any of the insecurities is fine, I don’t mind if you just pick a couple or one and just write about that

Characters: Kirishima and Bakugou

Relationship: Dating

Pronouns: she/they

Wow….. I feel like you just gave a request for me😅. Of course I’m happy to write you a letter! It brings me so much joy to write them!! (I did have Kiri call you pebble once but only cause it’s part of your profile name, I can edit it out if it’s upsetting)

Also I am so sorry I haven’t answered this sooner! I’ve been stressed with school but still. Plus I just am forgetful- not that you or your problems don’t mean anything and are forgettable!!

Also to a broader audience and not just the requester. Please always feel free to submit requests, feedback, or anything at all. I’m happy to have a conversation! And if you submit a request and I maybe didn’t give you what you were looking for, let me know! I’ll be happy to try again :)

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Princess,

Now look here, I know I can call you stupid. And I can be mean and I teasingly pinch at your stomach but it’s not cause I think your stupid or chubby so you better not go thinking that! Tch. I do it cause… damnit your to cute and if I don’t distract myself from that I’ll be like damn shitty hair who makes heart eyes at you 24/7 - hey! It’s not my fault… they’re just so pretty, cute little pebble~ - shut it this is my time, tch. Anyways, you’re so fucking amazing it drives me nuts. Can’t get your stupid cute ass smile out of my head. And every time you hug me I can’t help but be greedy and never want you to pull away so I can feel you against me forever. I love your body, and everything you wear on said body. So if my pinching and teasing you makes you feel worse about yourself tell me and I’ll stop. The last thing I want is to… to make my baby feel worse. I love you so much- which you know it takes a lot for me to feel that way let alone admit that I feel that way. So you better believe you’re worth it god damnit. Because I think you’re so special and so so smart.

Heyyyyy there babe!

Now tell me how’s the best partner in the world doing?? I know you’ve been feeling pretty down and undeserving lately. I’m sorry your going through that and feeling like that, no one deserves that especially not you. You deserve the absolute world, all the love and validation, everything. I just want you to remember that there is nothing me and Katsuki love more than being your partners and getting to show you how amazing and worthy you really are! I mean yeah we love each other of course- but you’re out little love! I know you don’t see yourself the way we see you, and I promise I’ll be here- we’ll be here until you finally can. Also I just wanted to say thank you for all you do for me and Katsuki, you always do such a good job at any task you’re given and I can see all the effort you put in with every action!

With all our love,

Katsuki and Eijiro

[haikyuuublog]

Haikyuu Characters as Theater Kids: Inarizaki Edition ft. Sakusa

Sakusa:

Came to practice just to see what was going on and Atsumu pressured him into trying out

Atsumu tried to dance with him and Sakusa swatted his hand away. He then proceeded to speed walk to the corner and use the entire supply of Purrell to “rid himself of that annoying germ”

Atsumu asked him if he thought he was contaminated jokingly

Sakusa just responded with “yes”

Then Atsumu asked, “Would you still love me if I was a germ 🥺”

Sakusa never returned to practice again

Atsumu:

Gets mad every time someone in the audience so much as whispers during the show

Does the fist thing on stage even though there is no music or chant. It looks really stupid.

Gets in fights with Osamu all the time omfg

He was banned from being on the stage at the same time as him because they would throw hands in the middle of the play 😤

Osamu had a line where his character insulted Atsumu’s. Atsumu glared at him yelled, “Ok, I see how it is. Insulting me during the play so I can’t fight back. Jokes on you, I’m gonna fight you anyway!” And then he tackled him and they literally fought onstage.

After the show, people thought that the fight was part of the actual play and Atsumu got praised because “wow, that fight choreography looked so realistic!”

Despite the praise, the instant the audience left, Stage Crew Iwaizumi grabbed them both and said, “the next time you two fight each other in front of me, the fight’s about to get A LOT MORE REALISTIC”

I need to mention Stage Crew Iwaizumi whenever I have the chance because he lives in my head rent free 😌

Atsumu is also so fucking cocky and brags about how good he is

I actually think he would have a good singing voice which is unfortunate because he has a right to brag 😔

Is a ridiculous perfectionist too so he would really want to be the best and put in the effort

Does not cooperate with the other actors and complains nonstop

Has driven away people trying to audition because he straight up will tell them they suck

Really goes all out on stage though. This attention whore needs the standing ovation

Osamu:

Eats on set

Like he brings a whole ass meal and if he’s hungry he will bring the food on stage

One time Atsumu said, “you don’t need to bring food because I’m already a full course meal”

From then on, he brought food for everyone but Atsumu

He does cook all the time for everyone else though

It’s on sight every time he and Atsumu are in the same vicinity

Kita:

Literally the ideal cast member

Hardworking, practices consistently, a leader, smart, patient, cooperative, graceful, doesn’t need to be the center of attention, memorizes all the lines so he could fill in for any cast member etc.

I have no critiques: like he’s genuinely perfect

However, he is really intimidating sometimes

Atsumu complained all the time about Osamu not giving him food. He kept making these annoying passive-aggressive remarks towards him. Like Osamu would mess up a line and Atsumu would be like, “Well MAYBE if you had actually GIVEN someone food, this wouldn’t have happened” or Atsumu would forget a line and be like, “Damn, I’m so HUNGRY, it’s hard to think.” And would just pointedly look towards Osamu.

One day Kita had had enough. In the middle of a scene, this man gets up on stage, walks straight up to Atsumu, and stares him down. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares. With intense eye contact.

Kita is 175.2 cm (5’9”) and Atsumu is 183.6 cm (6’.03”). Yet somehow it felt like Kita was the one looking down on him

Atsumu ended up profusely apologizing and promising he’d never complain about it ever again

Kita basically used only eye contact and his presence to make Atsumu shut the fuck up

So yeah, like I said, Kita’s an absolute saint 😇

Suna:

Records everything to post online

He has a tea account where he posts all the videos; it is mainly the Miya twins fighting

Has amassed so many followers

Some videos he has not posted because he “wanted to use them for future reference”

Atsumu said that suspiciously sounded like blackmail and Suna gave no response which was more concerning than if he said anything

Aran:

Another great person to have in the cast

Helps keep people in line (mainly the Miya Twins), is a good actor, is supportive of everyone

Similar to Kita, he is very mature and poised on set (unlike most people *cough cough* the Miya Twins)

He helps keep them humble too. Especially Atsumu.

Every time Atsumu says something outta pocket, Aran calls him out. His favorite one to say is, “Until you fix your whack ass dye job, you have no right to talk shit about anyone.”

On one hand, Aran does mean to roast him, but also he genuinely really wants Atsumu to fix his dye job.

Which is incredibly valid

Because it’s really bad

He has a bet with Osamu on if he can convince Atsumu to change his hair color

Unfortunately for Atsumu, the color Osamu would secretly dye Atsumu’s hair with was hot pink

But honestly, it’d still be an upgrade 🤷‍♀️

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A/N:

I had a really long day of work today, and I really wanted to get out these headcanons before the day is over. I know I said this about last post, but I really don’t think that these ones are as well-done as the others. I’m sorry that they’re not as funny or creative.

Also, this whole post is basically Atsumu slander. I would like to say that I love Atsumu. I kin Atsumu. I simp for Atsumu. But will I ever stop slandering Atsumu? No. No I will not.

[jjkpls]

the wishlist (m) - 4

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 4.7k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity ; awkwardness

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The issue is that Jungkook -and you're not a bitch for thinking that- is a little bit of an idiot.

He can be very smart. He can be wise and present unsuspecting resources and knowledge. He can teach you things you don't know anything about, figure out others you struggle to -but not during stressful times like for say an escape game because during those, he turns absolutely, utterly useless. 

But he is an idiot too. An idiot that sometimes shapes situations and conclusions and ideas in a very peculiar way that is very singular to him.

That’s precisely what happens then. He plays his role right, to its full extent, with great dedication and commitment. Except he missed a memo, misread the script and ends up playing a role that's not the one you planned for him. He believes that he’s your new adult toy provider (as if there is such a thing).

When you think he’s coming over to share a meal or play some game or binge-watch a series you promised to wait for him to experience together, he has a box hidden in his pocket or carried under his arm. 

He has the decency to not comment on it the first time around. He just set it down on the coffee table, between the bowl of chips and the one filled with guacamole. You see the logo on top of it. You recognize the design, reffined, minimalist with the pretty pastel matte colour. 

He probably identifies the shame and the annoyance on your face, painting your cheeks and reshaping your eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything. Simply smiles to himself and starts talking about the series’ new episode that’s about to start. 

It takes a lot of efforts, coming from you, to ignore the conspicuous object sitting just in front and in between you. But eventually, probably because more than a decade of friendship with this guy have grown impressive mind muscles on you, you manage to make abstraction of it. 

It just stops existing for a while until he leaves and you’re curious to see what’s inside. And again you have the same old intentions as before. The same ones.

You won’t use it. 

It’s curiosity. And it's fine for you to be curious because he’s the one buying it and gifting it to you. Why should you be blamed?

Freshly hopped in bed, just done reading the notice hanging over your face, you’re yawning and sending your eyebrows high in interest. Again you won’t use it but it sounds very interesting. That’s when you get a text from him.

Guk

So about the toy!

As if you were waiting for his explanation. As if the conversation got cut short and you were expecting him to pick it back up whenever possible.

You won’t entertain him.

You

I said not to buy me this.

Guk

You never said that! You said something about me being crazy but never about buying one again

Because you're mostly made of petty bitch material, you scroll higher quickly, wishing to find something, any text that would corroborate what you’re saying.

You don’t find anything though. Because you never actually told him to not buy you other toys by text, and now that you come to think of it, you probably never did out loud either because you didn’t fucking know that he would even consider doing so.

It’s not even Christmas anymore. It’s not your birthday. There’s even less of a valid reason for him to get you this therefore, of course, you did not explicitly warn him not to, you didn’t think it would be necessary.

You

It’s not even my fucking bday why???

Guk

I told you the lady at the shop

But who the hell is that lady?

Guk

She talked about a lot of products and they all seemed cool and because you liked the other one I thought I’d get you this one too

You

Jungkook

This simple response says a lot, you hope he can read between the pixels of his screen the desperation, the irritation, the frustration, the silent insults. 

Guk

Listen it’s super cool it's supposed to mimic the touch of a finger

Jungkook then proceeds to explain to you how it works. The original idea being a system with a tiny ball rolling under a silicon skin, to place on your clitoris to have the illusion of a finger's touch. And it’s interesting and innovative surely and sounds intriguing as in, you wonder if it’s accurate, but you’re tired and it seems like you’re wading in some sort of swamp you can’t escape from. There’s a fire burning your skin from your cheeks to your chest. You’re both hating this conversation and unwilling to just draw a final period to it. This asshole.

You

I can read

Guk

So you opened it already??

There’s a bunch of excited emojis that follows his last message and fill up the empty space your lack of response leaves. 

Why and how can he be so eager?

Here comes the delusional part of your brain. It’s a very wide, very deep hallway covered in bookshelves filled to the brim with stupid interpretations and beliefs and sometimes even memories you’ve shared with him. Often next to the laters are pinned an article from a teenage magazine or the jacket of a romance movie, specifically there to validate that yes, indeed, it must have meant something. 

The door of that corridor just creaked opened. You can discern the sound, you can feel the particular atmosphere without even having to take a step through. 

Is it really that normal to be so excited about that? For him? As a friend?

It’s the most frustrating part: you are friends. Friends who supposedly can tell each other everything. Friends who can ask each other anything. 

You should be able to talk about it. Just ask him. If there’s anything behind this whole mess, if he means to tell you something, if it’s wholly mindless, if there’s no hidden agenda.

It should be fine. There’s only trust and affection in this friendship. 

You are still too scared, you are terrified that he’d start linking dots, ask himself some new questions, potentially answer them himself, and have you all found out.

You'd have your barely well-worn cover thrown completely away. 

You send the blank emoji. The one with even the eyes closed. It summarizes your actual state pretty well, speechless, relatively annoyed. 

Guk

She said you could try it on other parts of your body too

Guk

At first

Guk

Like on your lips or your nipples

You want to die.

Now.

No, better, you wish to have never been born. 

Why is he talking about your nipples? Why?

And through all that, you still feel like something is wrong with you, along with your feelings. 

Turns out you are so overwhelmed by his clueless inadequacy, you need a good half an hour and a random shot of tequila to get through it. When it’s gone and exhaustion of a long day and alcohol have knocked nervousness and panic out, you fall asleep, forgetting about answering his outrageous last texts. 

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

Min's finger stops midair, above the cash register she's been working on. She needs a good minute to get back to her senses and while you wait, anxiety invades you. Maybe you should never have brought it up. 

But this question, the torturous thing is slowly killing you.

Min finally turns her head to you, eyes squinted and eyebrows drawn low. She sucks in her pretty red lips before opening them to start formulating, with it seems a certain struggle, an answer. 

“I don’t think I quite understand.”

It’s a pretty straightforward, relatively easy question. That’s what you'd want to say but you’ve reached the state of bashful regret and decide not to press it. Some things are better just left alone. 

“Who talked about your nipples?” She ends up asking the one thing you wished she wouldn’t because there is no way you’re giving his name. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble, turning around slightly, getting back to the task you were here, paid, to do -wipe the shelves clean and not talk about your “““love””” life. 

“I think it does. You wanna know if it means something? Like the guy's into you?”

“Something like that.” Your cheeks are aflame now. No doubt about it. You silently curse at your manager who refuses that you don’t wear the ugly hat that holds your hair back because having a curtain of hair to hold behind, as a help to keep some of your remained, sparse dignity would have been peachy. 

“What did he say exactly?”

Silence. You’re not elaborating. She sighs, defeated. 

“Well, I suppose... he’s considered the fact that you have boobs. If it’s a straight guy, that’s a good sign, I guess?” She shrugs.

You don’t like the answer. It’s exactly what the wrong, defective part of your brain, the one directly wired to your heart, wanted to hear. 

She doesn’t even have the context, anyway. It doesn’t mean much, doesn’t hold much power in your court of sensibility. 

She stares at the side of your face, clearly attempting to drill holes in your head to try and find some answers. You’re awfully silent, have said too much yet not enough and she’s dying to know the whole story. You won’t give in and she can tell. There’s no way you’re sharing the whole thing. The most, probably, probative point of the whole story: the sex toys. It’d turn her into a devastating tsunami of nonsense and misinterpretation and drown you in its wake and you can’t, when you’re already struggling to stay afloat, allow that.

Tag list: @fangirls94 @realswimshaddy @safi4x @pnkd @somewhereinthestarss @kpopfandomftw @kai-kai-bookshelf @pasteljoonie @ggukkieland

A/N: Don’t forget to click on the next button on top, two parts are being posted simultaneously :)

[procrastinatorimagines]

Better Than They Know

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,827

Request:  Hello! I Hope you're doing good! I don't know if you ccurrently do requests or not or if this is where to ask for them but I have one in case you do take them. Evan Buckley x reader where his parents come to town and they are really passive agressive towards him, complaining about his work and that he's "not as nice of a boy as he used to be" but he doesn't tell them to stop. Eventually they remark on his birthmark, hitting an old insecurity and reader comforts him? Thank you for your time! <33

You’d never met Buck’s parents, and he barely spoke about them, so when you got a call at work from your boyfriend telling you his family would be joining you both for dinner that night you’d spent the rest of the day fretting about what to wear, what to say, how to act...

Maddie and Chimney would be there too, but Buck had told you he wouldn’t survive the dinner without you, whatever that meant. You knew things weren’t great between the Buckley’s and their parents, but they’d both always been so vague on the details. Maybe you should have pushed, but you didn’t think you’d meet them this soon.

“They can’t be that bad, you and Maddie turned out great,” you tried, phone between your ear and your shoulder as you fastened the burgundy blouse you’d opted to wear. 

“Just wait until you meet them,” Buck said in a low voice, calling to check what time you’d be arriving. You could hear conversation in the background, definitely Maddie and two other voices you didn’t recognise, presumably the parents. 

“Is this really how you chose to decorate your living room?” You heard a female voice call out to Buck, hearing him sigh a little on the other end of the line, clearly wearing thin. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll come save you as soon as I can,” you promised, tucking your shirt in and searching for your earrings, curious to see just what Mr and Mrs Buckley were actually like.

“Thank you, thank you,” he repeated gratefully, getting called again by his parents as he hurried up his good byes, “I love you, see you soon.”

“I love you too, bye,” he hung up, leaving you to pick up the pace a little. He sounded stressed, and on edge, two things Buck rarely was. You wished he’d told you more about them, but you guessed you’d just have to find out when you arrived. 

Double checking you had everything and giving yourself one last look over in the full length mirror by your door, you headed out.

Buck had text you to just come right on in, so you made your way into his apartment and headed straight for the dining area, following the sounds of strained conversation with anticipation. Chimney seemed to be trying to carry a conversation, but it was clear from where you were standing that there was tension between the four Buckley’s.

Maddie gave you a pained look when she noticed you, still offering you a welcoming and almost pitying smile as the sound of your footsteps alerted the others to your presence.

Buck lit up, standing from his seat to kiss you. “Hey, glad you could make it,” he said, taking the wine you’d brought off of your hands so you could sit down.

“You must be Y/N,” the woman who was clearly Buck’s mother smiled, standing to hug you in greeting. It took you by surprise, but she seemed friendly enough. “I’m Donna, this is my husband Steve,” she told you, Steve standing up to shake your hand as you all settled down at the table.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you told them, glancing between Buck and Maddie, then at a relieved looking Chimney. You’d come because Buck had wanted saving, but you actually thought he looked the most uncomfortable out of everyone here, which was saying something. 

“It’s lovely to finally meet you too, even though we haven’t heard very much about you,” Donna said with a pointed look at Buck, “I was hoping we’d get a chance to meet sooner, but it seems like we have to put in all the effort if we want to see our kids.”

“You know how busy we’ve been with work,” Buck explained, which was valid given that his parents lived out of state and both siblings worked five out of seven days a week. 

“You always are,” Steve retorted in a tone you couldn’t quite read, but from the way Maddie took a large gulp of her wine, you felt that this was an old issue in the Buckley family, and one that had probably already been brought up today.

The food looked lovely, so you settled in and took a bite as a bit of an awkward silence fell over the table, Chimney shooting you a sympathetic and knowing look that had you dreading what was to come.

“So Y/N,” Steve began, ignoring the looks of dread from both his children as he continued, “do you put on a costume and run into fires for minimum wage or do you have a proper job?” 

Oh crap. You slowly swallowed the food in your mouth, looking at him in a little bit of shock.

“Dad-” Maddie tried despairingly but he waved her off with a dismissive hand, still looking at you as he awaited your response. It suddenly felt like you’d turned up to an interview unprepared.

“Oh er, I’m a lawyer,” you replied finally, sticking more food in your mouth in the hopes of not having to say anything else on the matter. No wonder Chimney had looked so happy to see you - had he been subject to same third degree? From the way Steve had just spoke about firefighters, you figured you had your answer.

“Oh, see that’s what we wanted Evan to do, but...” Donna looked at Buck like some kind of child who’d just disappointed her, “it wasn’t his strong suit.”

You bit your tongue, your stubborn protectiveness rising up. These were Buck’s parents, there were certain rules of etiquette right? You couldn’t put them in their place? 

“I love my job,” Buck spoke up for the first time, “I’m good at my job, I help people-”

“Of course, we’re only saying we wanted more for you,” Donna clarified like that made what she said any better, or did she not even see anything wrong with it?

“What more could you want? That was your dream for me, not mine,” Buck replied defensively, the fake polite smile on Donna’s face vanishing. Steve put his cutlery down then, not happy with the tone Buck had just taken with his mother.

“Evan, really, what happened to that nice and polite boy we raised?” He scolded, voice stern. Buck clamped his mouth shut again quicker than you’d ever seen.

“Mr and Mrs Buckley-” you tried to interject, but Buck shook his head at you, resigning himself to accepting the criticism and insult once again.

You and Chimney shared a confused and helpless look, unsure of what to say or do in this situation but both wanting desperately to say or do something. 

The meal continued awkwardly, with snippets of small talk mixed in with the sound of cutlery and eating, and you naively began to think that the worst of it had passed. Donna had just asked what kind of law you specialised in, but by the time you’d finished explaining, it became clear that Mrs Buckley wasn’t done saying her piece from earlier.

“I’m glad Buck’s found someone mature and grown up, surprised, but glad,” she told you cheerfully, their complete lack of awareness at how terribly they talked to their children startling you once again.

“How so?” You asked, voice tight, your protectiveness beginning to boil over. Chimney saw the way you tensed, knowing you well enough to know that things were about to take a turn as he cleared he deliberately cleared his throat, warning you.

“Mom-” Buck tried with no small amount of desperation as Donna took a breath to reply to you, somehow unaware of your tone or expression.

“No no, you know what I mean, good job, good looking, Evan’s lucky he isn’t insecure about dating someone who earns more than him,” she and Steve laughed, but your jaw was clenched so tightly you thought your teeth were going to shatter, “oh don’t get me wrong, he is handsome, but we always said, he’d look much better if he fixed that mark on his face.”

You saw white as she tried to gently touch his face to make her point, looking a little insulted when Buck ducked away from her hand. She was about to make yet another comment when your knife and fork clanged down onto the plate with deliberate force, making her jump and stopping the conversation. Buck took that moment to get up, shoving his chair back and leaving the table.

“Buck!” Maddie called her brother, looking at her parents with disappointment. Donna shot back a questioning look, like she didn’t know what she’d said or done. 

“Evan we’re in the middle of dinner-” Steve seemed like he was about to lecture his son on his table manners, but you stopped listening, making a show of throwing your napkin down onto the table and glaring at both his parents before storming off after Buck without another word.

You found him in the bathroom, leaning with his hands on either side of the sink, head hung low and eyes closed. Without a word you went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his back, hugging him as you felt him release a breath, grateful as one of his arms moved to yours.

“I love you,” you told him, tightening your grip to emphasise the point, “they shouldn’t speak to you like that, they don’t have any right to.”

“They always have,” Buck sighed. You hated this, absolutely hated it, and you had just the mind to march back in there and tell Mr and Mrs Buckley just how much you hated it.

“That doesn’t mean they should,” you said with force, trying to convince him that he deserved more as you pulled the hand that was holding yours, getting him to turn around to face you. “Evan Buckley, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re charming, and you’re ten times the man they could ever imagine, try not to forget that.”

“I not-” he began but you shook your head, not letting him get in a word of self-doubt and insecurity.

“Yes, you are, and even if I have to repeat it over and over, I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it too, okay?” You weren’t actually asking, and he knew that as he met your eyes, reluctantly nodding with a small smile of appreciation.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I wish you could see yourself how I do, how the rest of us do, you’re far too good for them and better than they’ll ever know. I love you.”

“I- I love you too,” he got out, a little choked up by your sentiment as he cleared his throat and blinked a few times. “We er, we should probably get back in there and save Maddie and Chim, huh?”

You laughed, “I’ll try not to stab your parents with my knife, but I can’t say it’s a promise.”

[dxmmymxmmywrites]

Old Flames

Tsunade Senju x F! reader smut

Warnings: cursing, angst at the beginning, oral sex, scissoring

Very excited to be writing for my bi-awakening queen Tsunade 🥰🥰🥰 love her so much, she needs more content AND appreciation

This is also less smutty than I usually do, so I may come back to this later when life allows to add more to the spicy bits

The sky is dark with the coming storm when you make your walk to the Hokage’s office. It’s the perfect environment to match your inner turmoil, broiling over with too many uncertainties for your liking.

You kept away as long as you could. And honestly, it probably wasn’t the best decision. Now you were just angry with yourself for not coming sooner and so sexually frustrated you could palpably feel your need aching between your legs.

You had done whatever you could in your early days as a Kunoichi. You had always been a little power hungry, but with a desire to actuate positive change in the leaf village. It had led you through to an established reputation as a feared ninja across the Shinobi nations, and along the way you had manage to leave some good behind you.

For some, it had to be hard to imagine you as a naive young woman in your youth. You were hardened by the world quickly, but it didn’t stop you from holding your favorite people very close to your heart.

The new Hokage happened to be one of them. Tsunade Senju.

The two of you had grown up with the same peers, and had observed each other from afar when you were placed in your Genin teams. When you did interact more often, you became quick friends and confidants— two hotheaded and insanely smart girls that were ready to encourage the other to take on the world.

It was a brighter time, before tragedy had shaped you both. Tsunade losing both her brother and promised lover nearly destroyed her, and you did what you could to comfort her when you could.

It became a new way to bond with her teammates, as you all took the time to check in on her, but it would shape your view of Tsunade most.

Despite everything, she still held so many qualities you admired despite losing her faith for some time. She was a damn hard worker, brilliant as ever, and had a kind soul once you got past her shell. It made you weak every time you thought about how you realized your feelings for the first time.

It was a classic case of someone falling head over heels for their best friend. With this of course came the companion cliche of not wanting to ruin your friendship by confessing your love in any way. So you kept your thoughts to yourself as long as you could.

And it was painful. But eventually, they came to a head at the worst possible time— when Tsunade was preparing to leave the village.

Although... the outcome initially was not as bad as it could have been.

You convinced her to delay her exodus for a week. That entire time, the two of you were nearly inseparable. And you fucked like raving animals.

It was a life changing event for you— enough to cement the fact that you, indeed, loved women. But most of all, you loved her.

At some point after an exhausting collection of rounds in bed, you had known your time with her was coming to an end. You couldn’t stop the years even if you tried, because in that moment life sucked and it wasn’t fucking fair that you couldn’t keep anything good in your life.

You had been so tired then, but you have vague memories of her holding you close, and her velvety lips kissing your tears away. It made her absence the next day all the more painful.

She had left at some point in the night when you fell asleep, thought she could never tell you how long she waited in the window before leaving you. You had woken up a love in her unlike any other— and it terrified her. She had lost enough people already in her life, so she followed what her heart told her was the best course of action; leave, before you’re broken again.

It hardened both of you emotionally. Everything was a threat, nothing worth letting down your walls for. While she abandoned her ninja way for years, you clung to yours with everything you had. It might have paid off, but what worth did it have when at home you sat by yourself, when your select companions were away?

You thought of her every night all the same. Sure, you could enjoy others from afar as you once did, but no one was her. No one could ever fill the void she did.

And little did you know, when you least expected it, she would come parading into your life again.

You hadn’t thought Jiraya would be successful in retrieving her, as cynical as it may sound. But then there she was, accepting her role as Hokage before the village in all her fame and glory like she was born to do it. And you had never been so proud, and had never wanted her so badly than how you did in that moment.

Even with the time apart, your reunion was not as horrendously awkward as it could have been. You greeted each other as old friends, and within the week you became one of the honored members of her council. No one bat an eye at this, because you had earned the right to the seat three times over. But Jiraya did grin when Tsunade announced your appointment.

And life went on. It wen on. And on. And on.

And it drove you insane.

Your friendship rekindled in a way you had not expected at all. And she never even mentioned anything regarding your week together before her disappearance.

It pissed you off how unbothered she appeared by it. You bickered like an old married couple and defended each other like the war heroes you were, but goddamn it did you want more validation than a fancy new job where you got to eyeball the woman you had been in love with for most of your life.

So onwards you went to the Hokage’s office. You would settle this, and you would settle it that night if it was the last thing you did.

If anyone notice your darker mood, they steered far out of your path as you travelled. It wasn’t as late as it could have been, so Tsunade would mostly likely still be at work in her office. Later in the day was usually when Shizune could successfully corner her to do paperwork anyway.

Inside the building, you begin to hear the echo of rain from outside.

You take the precaution of knocking on her door with the formal greeting, and she allows you in.

She smirks at you and prepare a remark— but you don’t let her start.

“We need to talk.”

Her expression becomes stern instantly. “What’s wrong? Any threatening reports?”

You cock your head at her, then shake your hands “No, no, this isn’t about work. This is personal.”

She couldn’t have looked more confused if she tried. However, she did remain silent, so you continued with your thoughts. And you locked eyes with her.

“Are we ever going to talk about what happened when you left? At all? Or did it mean nothing to you?”

Her eyes widened, but knowingness came to them. “I didn’t think you would—“

“Whatever you think I just need to hear the truth.”

“I think that—“

“And don’t bullshit me on feelings—“

“Damn it Y/N, shut up!” Tsunade rose from her desk, leaning over it. Her irritated look is intimidating, but you know better.

A quiet moment follows, but your voice betrays you. “I just need to know,” you admit, sounding more defeated than anyone— especially Tsunade— had probably ever heard you sound.

There’s a part of Tsunade that’s fuming at being interrupted so many times, undoubtedly. But some aspect of her fury is doused when she sees how dejected you look on the other side of her desk. She didn’t think she had ever seen you look so small, and like you wanted to curl into yourself.

She never wanted you to make yourself lesser around her. The thought of you being in pain when she fled...

Emotions were swirling within her like a maelstrom.

“Come here,” she commands. She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to.

Anyone else would have gotten a snide remark addressing you like that. But you walk until you’re directly in front of the desk, and she pushes her chair out of the way to stand before you.

When she stands fractions of an inch away from you, your heart rate quickens. The intensity of her expression is almost scalding. But it is not angry.

You open your mouth to speak again, but she breached the gap between you. Both of her hands grasp your face in such a mash of assertiveness and tenderness— but what knocks the breath from your lungs is the powerful kiss.

You wish you could say you responded immediately, but you were so shocked all you could do was tremble. Eventually, you felt her hands slink down to tenderly hold your neck as her tongue slipped past your lips.

Part of you wanted to fight her off. To get the last word in, or have the last snappy response. But you couldn’t fight how badly you wanted her to tighten the grip over your windpipe.

“I have never forgotten you,” she pants when gasping for air. “Not even once.”

She dives in for another kiss, and this time you have no regrets about giving in to it. Her hold around your neck tightens, and she’s upon you in an instant. Years upon years of tension and unsaid affection finally come crashing together in an emotional storm akin to the one outside Tsunade’s doors.

Just as she presses her chest to yours, her tongue slips into your mouth and you can’t help but to groan. However, you’re not one to give in so easily— and neither is she. Your sharp nails run over clothed back enough to give her goosebumps, and she reciprocates by sliding her hands into your hair to firmly tighten her grip. In the moment, it’s almost like neither of you need to breathe— your tongues dance in unison and all you can feel is the building heat in your gut as you melt into the other’s touch.

When you finally do part for air, she grins, devilishly.

“I see you still have a dirty mouth.”

You can’t help but turn red. “Shut up and get on the desk.”

That does catch her attention— it had been a while since anyone had the balls to mouth off to the Hokage. It was sexy as hell... and it made her recount all the reasons she fell for you in the first place.

She does step back to sit on the desk, and you follow after her just as she perches like a cat, eyeing you with ample amusement. Just as you set your hands beside her waist and lean in, she pulls at the wrap of her tunic and opens her strong legs.

“Are you going to stand there Y/N?” She purrs. “Or are you going to actually do something?”

It makes your blood boil, but you can’t help the excitement that comes from wrapping your arms around her again. She melts into your kiss the same way you did with hers, but your head starts to swim when you feel her legs wrap around your middle. Who in their right mind wouldn’t let their hands wander to glide up her thighs, listening to her moan, to firmly squeeze her love handles before returning the love to her ass?

You certainly were not going to waste the opportunity. And an opportunity you make it.

And despite being the one above her as you gently push her down against the desk, you melt into her kiss all the same. You throw one knee onto the desk to steady yourself enough to lovingly stroke her sides as you begin to nip marks into her neck.

It makes the grips her legs have on you all the more constricting. She rolls her hips upwards deliciously into yours, leaning to expose as much of her collarbone to you as possible. Any control at that point is abandoned— you nearly purr as you kiss and suck as much exposed skin as possible.

Who would have thought you would have the chance to hear her lovely voice again, much less her tantalizing moans.

“I think I may be one of the only people alive that can say I’ve knocked one of the Sanin on their backs,” you muster with confidence, and give her a sly grin.

There’s a slight glare from her, but she snorts all the same and chuckles. Tsunade raises forward and takes your lips with hers once more, pushing you to climb all the way on top or the desk.

Neither of you can fight the passion between you any longer. Your gasps and moans become louder, and the two of you begin to strip between feverish kisses and gropes. And not a single ounce of self control remains between you when Tsunade peels your underwear down your legs.

It’s like a volt of electricity goes through your body when she unabashedly spreads your legs and licks a stripe up your wet cunt. Her searing gaze locks with yours as she moves her mouth, and your eyes roll backwards when she plunges her tongue directly into your core.

It makes you squeal but she holds your thighs in place as you shake— and there was no way in hell you were getting out of her grasp. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

Her tongue swivels inside you and laps at your insides, stoking every ounce of pleasure out of you that you could think to feel. She remains as unashamed as ever, relishing in the wet noises of your arousal as she begins to thumb your clit and slurp your building orgasm.

You chant her name over and over as she tastes you— ravished you— but in an instant you tap her three times with your pointer finger. Your old signal to stop during sex makes her pause, not just to respect your boundaries. It feels odd to remember an old habit again.

She looks to you for an answer, and you order a smile. “I don’t want this to end yet.”

She grins, but before Tsunade can counter your remark you offer her a hand to pull her up to you. Quickly, you wrap your legs around her middle and shift your weight, putting her beneath you (despite having to save her from nearly falling off the desk.)

Who knows how many people would give their all to be in your position, crawling over the fifth Hokage, trailing your tongue up from her center. Tsunade looks just as pleased, watching you navigate her skin with a hunger you’ve only ever seen her display at war.

And a hunger she proves when she locks her tongue with yours again.

Your bodies writhe against each other with the most tantalizing friction, and you can feel her legs begin to quiver. “Y/n,” she starts, and trails away.

There’s not much you can imagine she would want to say in this moment. “What?” You ask her.

And she smiles at you. The genuine smile you fell for over and over again in your youth, and the one that lingered in your head for years on end.

“I love you. But hurry it up.”

It’s as close to endearing as she would be willing to get, but it still makes the heat in your face reappear. And it ignites the final fuse in your cunt.

You reach to hold the back of her head gently, just as she licks your bottom lip. She practically purrs your name when you put one of your knees beside her waist, and ease to lay your other leg flat.

It’s like electricity across your skin when you finally get to move against her this way. The two of your bare, sloppy cunts squelching together as you both bucked into the other.

You had to touch her everywhere. You could feel the tingle in your spine, and the insatiable desire to lick her and massage her breasts. She was everything you had every wanted, and everything you had ever wanted to fight for.

The gods themselves would have to pry you away from her now.

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would you ever share the background you created for kai leng? i'd be so interested in hearing it!

Hehe, yes! Thank you for waiting anon. I wanted to really think this through and make sure I was working with all the possible details of his character.

Okay, so my goal with fleshing out Kai was not to excuse him as a villain or to necessarily redeem him, but to humanize him and hopefully incur sympathy because I find his depiction as a mysterious lackey boogeyman to be 🙄 one dimensional and playing on racist tropes like the yellow peril ✨ (also bioware making him predominantly chinese + a lil russian. extrapolate what u will lol)

So here is my background for Kai :) Lots of childhood headcanoning and then some general talk about his character/why I chose certain elements as I did (such as dumping that dumb phantom blade for butterfly swords AEORHIG)

Childhood: According to the wiki, Kai is Earthborn, and from his general heritage we can assume that he grew up in Northern China (omg that's where my ancestors are from). The most populous city there is Beijing, which, if there was a spaceport or alliance recruitment anywhere, it would be there.

I headcanon that he was born to a bit of an unsteady family, where it was likely there was estrangement and unsafe conditions between the mother and father that may have created a sense of helplessness and neglect from a young age.

In my canon, Dan Hyun's mom, Hannah Shepard was the head of an agricultural research facility on Trident, and was an old friend of Kai's mom (From University, possibly).

As conditions worsened throughout Kai's childhood, his mom decided to take a chance and flee with Kai (age 10 at the time) to Hannah Shepard's science facility on Trident (Sentinel Agricultural Research Facility), where she and Kai would stay for about two years as his mom worked to save enough money for their own place .

Since Dan Hyun was already being homeschooled, it was easy enough for Kai to join up alongside her.

Dan Hyun (12 at the time) was extremely happy to have a friend since life on the facility could be really lonely-- but with all these changes Kai was having a difficult time adjusting, especially when Dan Hyun felt put off by his competitive attitude. After so long feeling neglected and growing in a tumultuous home environment, he craved external validation: homeschool provided an avenue for that. They developed their own academic-based competitive rivalry that counted towards friendship, but grew distant when he moved out with his mom about two years later.

When Dan Hyun was 18 (Kai at 16), she managed to apply to an Alliance Research Training program and receive admission-- something that was considered highly prestigious, despite her parents' reluctance. Kai had already begun to build resentment towards her due to the way her parents treated her (very preciously, sheltered, and without exposing her to the difficult parts of life) in contrast with what he lacked in family and world kindness, creating a drive to supersede her and compete with her once again, if only to have tangible proof that just because he began in a lower place didn't mean he couldn't surpass the vision of success.

After this event, they would strike up a still somewhat friendly rivalry again that continued until Kai enlisted in the Alliance at the age of 18 (his attempts to join directly at 16 failed in my canon lol, but he sure tried )

Alliance Service:

Kai took the combat-driven route while Dan Hyun was receiving training for her eventual research establishment in Akuze, meaning that in their line of work, they never crossed paths-- Though they maintained occasional communication and met up here and there whenever Kai was back from his tours.

This is where I believe his decline truly began.

Some habits, like his desire for tangible proof of success and seeking external validation, manifested more heavily in this time. Collecting badges off of dead soldiers (To remember his skill first hand) is a notable one, but I speculate he relied heavily on the word of his commanding officers to counter his self-esteem. Titles were incredibly important because they were proof. When he began to feel a loss of control which led to emotional outbursts and breakdowns, he would fall back on these bits of evidence that he had done something, anything.

The weight and violence of service combined to break away his mental strength and conditioned him to that of a soldier.

Famously, he was discharged in 2186 after his N7 designation. In a bar fight on shore leave, he murdered a Krogan (OKAY. Listen. The wiki says "first-degree murder" but first degree requires premeditation and bar fight implies heat of the moment. So IDK I think the details around this one are a little fishy. He was on leave but he was a soldier, so ? he probably just had a weapon on him? Okay, I'm not excusing him but premeditation is a bit different from manslaughter so just something I've pondered. It separates intentional killers from accidental murders).

At this point, he is formally incarcerated and set to serve a twenty-year sentence.

Cerberus Contact:

The year is 2177, and Kai has lost everything he's ever worked for. His prestige is gone, he is at the worst place he has ever been, his mom won't talk to him, and he has no one. He had even stopped hearing from Dan Hyun, the only person he could have considered a friend once.

Through a small TV in the prison, he is able to hear about the attack on Akuze, and its one survivor: Alliance Scientist Dan Hyun Shepard. In the attack her biotic abilities (Which she had kept secret for many years) were revealed, prompting immediate recruitment into the N7 Program and a contract for ten years of service. This drove Kai into rock bottom-- while he had nothing, Dan Hyun was steadily on track to uprooting the only thing he had ever felt like he had accomplished.

This is when Cerberus intervened, promising him a home, freedom, belonging, and success.

So of course Kai agreed. Why wouldn't he? He had nothing left in his miserable life and there would never again be a place for him.

Cerberus Intervention:

It's my belief that Kai wasn't necessarily "alienphobic" in the beginning. Instead, I think The Illusive Man saw a very clear opportunity to recruit and nurture a broken man into a pawn of service. TIM is incredibly smart-- everyone who works for Cerberus is. He knew what Kai needed was validation, the promise of success held directly on the tip of his tongue to drive him into tenacity and action.

Organizations like Cerberus, even in real life, prey on people at weak points, fulfill their needs and drape their ideology on top like icing on a cake. That's not to say that Kai is completely innocent-- he ate the sweets and readily threw the world to the side in order to attain more-- but it does give some perspective.

Kai in Cerberus:

In ME2 we know there is some apprehension on Kai's part about the role Shepard will play. He is already starting to feel slighted from failures with Rasa and takes even the possibility of rejection from TIM extremely hard and with violent emotional outburst. This evidences how much TIM has whittled him away over the decade of service. Kai feels as though he owes everything to TIM, that TIM saw something in him-- failing him is disproving that and accepting what Kai has feared all along: that he truly is a worthless and incapable person.

Kai and Shepard:

Kai is best known for his direct antagonism towards Shepard in the events of ME3, directly killing their allies and potential love interests in a way that is extremely personal. Yes, it is part of the job, but at the same time, it's clear Shepard gets under his skin. It's because in the end, after all that setup, Shepard is the one person who can take it all away from him.

They can replace him as TIM's prodigy/ They can bring an end to the organization that gave him everything (From his cybernetic enhancements (uh indoctrination cough couch) ) to his purpose in life. Kai threw it all in with them because he didn't see another choice.

My Canon: The End

So how do things end for Kai in my canon?

As you're aware, you can unalive him, violently. But Dan Hyun is very emotional and due to their shared childhood, I like to believe that there was still a grand feeling of kinship between them, a recognition of the other due to shared insecurities. I don't think there was ever a time Dan Hyun looked at Kai and saw anything other than her slighted friend (which is very romanticized, but SHE is very romanticized), it was just about getting Kai to see that too.

She locked him down the best she could, yelled, cried, and beat the shit out of him, but ultimately, preserved his life. After the crucible had been fired and Thane (alive ofc) attended to, she sought to right things between her and Kai: whatever form that takes. Who knows if he'll ever be able to live comfortably in society again-- but at least here, he has the chance.

Random Tidbits:

Some notes! At his best, I like that Kai is portrayed as Loyal, Hard Working, Methodical, Clever, Tenacious, and Factual. I think sometimes he can be written off unfairly as wimpy or scared, but in truth, he's very sure of his abilities and able to calculate his chances extremely well. He's smarter than fandom gives him credit for.

He has an interesting conflict between arrogance based on title and humbleness. He knows he wants to be the best but he never airs it-- like when Rasa suggests that he wants to be the leader for Humanity but he grows quiet and says to just focus on where things are at right now.

His time as a soldier absolutely affected him in ways I think sharpened him to the killer he became. It instilled values that remained with him in Cerberus, such as when he berates Bates for abandoning his squad and calls him a traitor. Kai doesn't betray-- he's quite literally ride or die.

Also? The ninja sword is super dumb because Kai is Chinese and the swords and Phantom's themselves are designed to appear Japanese in aesthetic. Ninjas= Japanese, but China did have their own sect of Assassins which I believe gave birth to Wu Ching as a type of Martial Arts? Or was drawn from it hmm

To keep to accuracy, Kai would have trained more towards their martial art techniques which focuses on close combat and quick movements, as well as the use of dual blades called butterfly swords (You'd likely recognize them as a set of rogue daggers).

That's all for that meta! Phew. If anyone actually read to the end, hey wassup, hope you enjoyed, and take most of this with a grain of salt since it's my headcanons and background work :) Thank you again for reading!

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The Perfect Present

(For @splendidred5) 

It had been two days since Toothless went off with Lumina, and Hiccup was getting nervous. He’d thought he could handle it. He thought it would do them both some good, spending time apart. Absence made the heart grow fonder and all that. Instead, he could only think of everything that could be wrong.

“What if they’ve been caught by hunters?” he fretted, pacing back and forth. “Or what if Toothless’ tail-fin broke? It could have jammed or torn or anything. They could have been attacked by other dragons or, or got trapped by a cave in or been shot down by hunters - wait, did I say that already?” he demanded.

Astrid rolled her eyes. “Yes, you did. Hiccup, stop worrying. Toothless will be fine. He’s a smart dragon. He won’t just fly straight into trouble.” Unlike you, she didn’t say. “Besides, if anything happened, Lumina would come get you.”

He shook his head. “Yes, but what if something’s happened to both of them?”

“I find that unlikely; and anyway, wasn’t this your idea?” Astrid pointed out.

Hiccup grimaced. “Don’t remind me. It seemed like a good idea at the time; I wanted to give Toothless a chance to be around another Fury. Oh gods. What if he thinks I’m holding him back? What if he wants to break up with me?”

With a sigh, Astrid insisted “you’re being paranoid. Of course he’s not going to break up with you; Toothless adores you. Hiccup, listen to yourself. Do you really think Toothless is going to dump you for some random pretty female?”

When she put it like that, the idea seemed ludicrous, but Hiccup’s insecurities were beyond reason. “I mean, think about it! Lumina is beautiful and she can give him babies, and he wouldn’t have to worry about holding back when they - y’know” he blushed, “and she can go on mating flights with him and, and” -

A hand over his mouth cut him off. “You’re definitely being paranoid. Look, Toothless is not going to leave you for Lumina, and not for such ridiculous reasons” Astrid insisted. “I’mbeautiful, and I could make babies for you, but you’re not planning to leave him for me, are you?” she demanded rhetorically.

This got through to him at last. “No…you’re right. Maybe I am being paranoid. About him leaving me, that is. My other fears are completely valid” Hiccup declared. Astrid sighed. “Anything could have happened. Let’s go find them.”

She clamped her hands down on his shoulders and insisted “calm down, or so help me I will tie you to a chair. If they’re not back in a couple more days, I’ll help you look for them” Astrid promised, “but you trusted Toothless and Lumina to take care of each other” she reminded him. Hiccup smiled ruefully.

/

*You sure it here?* Toothless asked, not for the first time. Lumina glared at him.

When she’d visited Berk, he told her that it would be Hiccup’s birthday soon, and he wanted to find a great present for his beloved human. All he knew was Hiccup had been wishing for something called ‘glass’, which was hard and see through. Toothless wanted to give him some, but didn’t know where to look.

Lumina became very excited. She had just the thing in her nest, and if he went there with her they could pick up twice as much than she could carry alone. So he’d told Hiccup he was going to visit Lumina’s nest, and his mate encouraged him to do so. It would take two days to get there, and two days to get back.

Now she was leading him through the tunnels of her nest, amongst the giant mushrooms. *I know there loads up here somewhere* she insisted, heading down yet another tunnel. Toothless rolled his eyes and padded after her.

At last they emerged into a cavern full of crystals. This wasn’t odd; Lumina’s nest had loads of crystals, in all sorts of colours. These, however, were clear. Crystal clear, as it were. Toothless amused himself peering through them and seeing the way his reflections distorted, how things looked bigger or smaller.

*This good!* he chirped, purring at her gratefully. *Hiccup will love.* He and Lumina gathered up as many of the crystals as they could in their jaws, then set off back through the tunnels. Holding the crystals was difficult and made his jaw ache, but it would be worth it when he got back to Berk and his mate.

At last they returned and stored the crystals in the cove. Toothless went in search of Hiccup, who was very happy to see him. “Oh I missed you so much! Are you okay? Nothing went wrong, did it?” Hiccup asked urgently. Toothless rolled his eyes and gently swatted him with his tail-fins.  “Ow! I’m just asking.”

“He’s your problem now” Astrid informed Toothless. “He’s been fretting about  you pretty much since you left. Driving me crazy. He thought you were gonna dump him for her” she revealed, gesturing at Lumina who had joined them.

*What?!* Toothless’ roar startled a flock of Terrors. *Why you think that?*

Hiccup blushed and stammered “I just thought - she’s pretty and you’re both Furies, a-and you could have hatchlings with her” - he suddenly found himself being kissed by his mate. Astrid and Lumina shared a long suffering glance.

*I not want other mate* Toothless declared firmly. *Not want hatchlings either.*

Hiccup’s birthday came at last. After an acrobatic morning flight, Toothless landed in the cove. He pulled away the branches that covered the pile of see through crystals. *I brought you glass from Lumina’s nest. Happy birthday.”

“Aww, bud” Hiccup smiled, so touched that he didn’t have the heart to explain that glass and crystals were too different things. Besides, this might actually work better for what he had in mind. “This is perfect. I love it. And I love you.”