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yoonbroom · 8 months

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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officialsnootysims · 2 months

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Sims 4 Stoneware Kitchen Clutter

Sul Sul Simmers ~

Do you have a crafty Sim who loves art or pottery? Crafty Sims deserves our “Stoneware Kitchen Clutter” to make them feel the like they’re in their element! Our “Stoneware Kitchen Clutter” set is the perfect addition to any

creative Sim’s home. Cups, plates, jar, you name it! This set comes with 17 items you’ll love. ♡

What's included:

2 Kitchen Utensils

4 Different kinds of containers

2 Pile of plates

Jar

Oil & Vinegar container

Book

Latte Cup

Bowl

2 Cups

Circle Sculpture

Pitcher

ALL BASE GAME COMPATIBLE

DOWNLOAD

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #the sims #the sims 4 #sims #snooty sims #snooty sims cc #sims 4 clutter #sims 4 kitchen

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kamii-2 · 7 days

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omg!!! you should do a paige x softball player!reader fic where paige and the reader are in situationship and reader wants to make things official and paige doesn’t fully know what she wants until it’s like one of readers big games and paige is there in readers jersey and asks her after they win!

i read your kk hcs and saw the a/n and was like omg i love that bc 1)i’m a softball player 2)i love paige sm!

hi anon! i love this idea so much but im gonna change it up (i dont like the idea of paige wearing readers jersey but i like everything else) sorry if its nothing how you wanted it, if you want me to redo it just ask :) !!

warning(s): none (surprisingly)

genre: fluff

pairing(s): paige bueckers x softball player!reader

not proofread (i keep forgetting to add this 😭)

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today was senior night and one of the most important softball games, paige and a few of your other friends were coming as well. you and her had been messing around for a few months now and you were starting to fall deep in love with her.

everything about her made you feel weak in the knees. her smile, her voice, the way she treats you, everything.

it was and hour and 30 minutes before the game and you were in your off-campus apartment getting ready. you were putting all of your things in your bag when you got a facetime call from paige. you answered and propped your phone up on the desk in your room, continuing to shove things in your softball bag. “hey.” she said with the phone set up in kk’s room somewhere. “hi.” you say back, “why’d you call?” you asked her. “to tell you that ice and kk are coming with me.” she answered, you smiled and said “okay, well i have to go get dressed so i’ll talk to you later. bye!” you said before hanging up.

you walked over to the uniform sprawled all over your bed and put it on. after you put it on you went in the bathroom and put your hair in a low ponytail. when you were done you put on some slides, grabbed your phone and keys, then went to your car to head to the field.

when you got to the field the game was starting in an hour and 13 minutes. the field was ready and most of your teammates were there. “hey y/n.” one of your teammates said as you walked in the dugout. “hi.” you said with a smile and clipped your bag to the fence, grabbing your cleats out and sitting on the bench to put them on. “are you ready for senior night?” another teammate asked you while sitting down next to you, “yes but i’m gonna miss you guys.” you said in a sad-ish tone.

after you got your shoes on, you talked with your teammates and coaches till the other team arrived at 5:00. the game started at 6:00 so this gave both teams an hour to practice before it started. you got a catching partner and threw back and forth till your coach called you guys over to practice batting and fielding.

it was currently 5:55 and both teams were in the dugout waiting for the game to start. when paige, kk, and ice got there you came out the dugout and said hi and giving them each a hug then going back in.

since you guys are home team you’re in the field first. you waited for coach to you where to go, “y/n, you’re gonna pitch.” he told you, you nodded and put your glove and face mask on.

you got some practice pitches in and the in and out fielders threw a ball around. at 6:00 the first batter walked up and got ready, you pitched right down the middle, she she swung and it went straight to you. you caught it and she was out.

in was now the last inning and you were on third base. your teammate had one more strike before she was out and you guys lost. the pitcher pitched a perfect pitch and your teammate swung, it went in between second and first and you ran to home. the pitcher had the ball when you about to be at home so you slid and the pitcher tripped and landed on you really hard, her face mask flew off her face.

you were safe but your hips hurt really bad and you were gonna be bruised and hurting worse for sure tomorrow. besides everything that jsut happened, you sat up after the other girl got up and cheered, winning one of the most important games of the season.

you were in the dugout sitting on the bench with your head thrown back, when ice and kk came in. “where’s paige?” you asked as they sat next to you. “she had to go back to her dorm real quick but she’ll be back in a little bit.” kk said. “i bet your hips hurt.” ice said while looking at you. “they do and bad but it’s fine it’ll go away.” you said while standing up, wincing in pain.

they got up and walked out the dugout while you put your stuff in your bag and said bye to them. now it was time for senior night.

“first up we have y/n l/n, she can play any position and is one of your best pitchers. despite being super clumsy and somewhat reckless, she’s one of our best players.” the coach looked over at you and you limped over to her, stand next to her at the pitching mound. “now on to her stats.” she said as she flipped to a page full of numbers, “she has played all 20 games we’ve been in so far, batted 28 times, struck out twice, hit by pitch 6 times, got on base by hitting 16 times, and got on base by balls 4 times. her highlights of the season are hitting 3 home runs, 1 grand slam, and been the winning runner 4, now 5, times.” your coach informed everyone while you stood next to her smiling super big. “y/n is a great player and i’m gonna miss her when she leaves.” your coach was tearing up and she turned to you and gave you a big hug, and you returned it, starting to cry too.

your turn was done so you walked back into the dugout being hugged by everyone and staying for everyone else’s turn.

it was 9:04 and you were walking out the dugout going to find paige and her friends. they were standing by the bleachers talking, “hey guys.” you said to them and they went up to you and said hi and gave you guys and were talking about the game. “are your hips okay?” paige asked you, “they hurt alot but it’ll go away eventually.” you said while placing your heavy bag on the ground.

“well me and kk are gonna go back to our dorm, our uber is here.” ice said and she game you one last hug before walking away, kk giving you a hug and leaving.

“y/n i have a question for you and something for you in my car.” paige said as she grabbed your hands. “what is it?” you asked her. “y/n l/n will you please be my girlfriend?” said asked with a smile and grabbing your waist softly so she didn’t hurt you. “yes, yes i will!” you said as you gave her a kiss.

she kissed back then quickly pulled away. “i have a big as basket full of stuff for you. i had nika and azzi help me pick out things for it.” she said as she held your hand started to walk. you grabbed your bag and followed her, “im excited to see it.” you replied as she took you to her car to get the basket. she opened the car door and handed the basket to you.

“thank you so much p.” you said to her giving the taller girl a kiss. “you’re welcome baby, ill see you tomorrow.” she smiled and got in her car to leave.

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sorry if this sucks 😭 but anyway i hope you enjoy, have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn huskies #uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #softball #uconn softball

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genshinluvr · 9 months

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Sick Days 2

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: The men are sick, and it's your duty to nurse them back to their healthy selves. Yes, the men are sick�� all twenty-seven of them are ill, and you're the only one who's taking care of them. Some of them made it easier for you, but others made it complicated for you. It's a good thing you don't have emetophobia.

Note: This is highly requested by either three people or one person. Either way, I'm surprised someone wanted part two of the previous mini-fic because I felt iffy about the first part. Anyway, I am back from my vacation! That means we can finally get back to the longer fics because this upcoming week will be a villain!isekai'd!reader fic because it won the voting on Tumblr and Discord :> I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: The men are sick, and some of them are vomiting

Word Count: 3.5k

This is part two of Sick Days.

RING!

“Onikabuto booboo bear! I’m hungryyy!”

You run to the left side of the room with a tray of food in your hands. “Coming!”

RING!

“Sweetheart? Can you get me water? My throat is feeling parched.”

You run to the nearest water pitcher, grab a glass cup and fill it with water. “Give me a moment!” You holler. After filling the cup with water, you run to the right side of the room, making sure not to spill any water on the wooden floor.

RING RING!

“Snookums!!!! I’m cold! Can you get me an extra blanket and maybe cuddle with me?”

You run toward the piles of blankets on the table and search for the softest blanket you can find. The thicker and softer the blanket, the better it is. You don’t want any of them to be cold and feel uncomfortable while ill. You know how your boyfriends are—when they’re feeling unwell and sick, they need your attention around the clock. While searching through the mountain of blankets, you hear someone cough loudly.

Without looking, you announce over your shoulders, “Make sure to cough into your elbows and keep your masks on. You guys wouldn’t want to get me sick, now, do you?”

“No,” Aether mutters before sniffling under his face mask.

Zhongli sighs, rubbing his throbbing temples. “Apologies, dearest.”

“Childe, you can’t just ask [Y/N] to cuddle with you. You’ll get them sick, and if they get sick—”

Diluc was interrupted by Childe coughing loudly into his elbows, causing the redhead to roll his eyes and scoot toward the edge of his bed. Childe drops his arm to his side and narrows his eyes at Diluc before snuggling into his blanket, shivering like a chihuahua.

After what feels like forever, you finally found the perfect blanket for the poor, shivering Snezhnayan. You pull the blanket from the pile and walk to Childe’s bed. Childe’s eyes light up, and he sits on the bed, making grabby motions as you get closer to his bed. You decided to have the men stay in the infirmary at the estate instead of their bedrooms because, to you, it’d be easier to tend to each person if they were all in the same room instead of scattered around the estate.

Well, at least that’s what you assumed. Now look at you— running from each side of the room to tend to each person’s needs, from getting water, cooking, and feeding your sickly boyfriends to getting them extra pillows and blankets if they’re in need, and so much more. It’s safe to say that you’re getting your daily exercise.

“I think I found the perfect blanket for you, Childe. It’s warm and really soft,” you say proudly, tossing the blanket over his shivering body.

Childe smiles at you beneath his face mask before grabbing you by the wrist while you adjust the blanket over him. You pause and look at the ginger Harbinger curiously. For someone who’s sick, Childe still has his strength because he somehow managed to pull you onto his bed. You stumble forward, making sure not to crush him when you land on his bed. Childe wraps his muscular arms around your neck and his legs around your thighs.

“Well, hello to you too,” you mumble, head resting against the crook of Childe’s neck.

Childe doesn’t reply. Instead, he sighs with contentment before rolling over to his side, bringing you with him. You snort and run your hands through his unruly, ginger hair. You pause and squeeze your eyes shut after feeling Childe’s damp hair. Oh, dear Archons. You pull your hands from Childe’s hair and wipe your hand on your shirt. Childe doesn’t seem to notice your slight change of behavior as he continues to nuzzle against you, sighing with contentment. You hear a disgruntled sigh coming from the small infirmary bed beside Childe’s bed. You peek from Childe’s neck to see Diluc and Al Haitham glaring holes into the back of Childe’s head.

Al Haitham sniffles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Childe, you shouldn’t cuddle with [Y/N], or else you’ll get them sick too,” Al Haitham grumbles, continuing to glare at the ginger Snezhnayan.

“How are you freezing when you’re from Snezhnaya? Aren’t you used to the cold?” Venti asks from the other side of the room.

You chuckle. “Just because Childe is Snezhnayan doesn’t mean he’s used to the cold. Besides, Childe freezing due to being sick and being in a cold environment are two different things,” you say.

You pat Childe’s head and roll off the infirmary bed. Childe whines with protest, grabbing the hem of your shirt and attempting to pull you back to his bed, only for the hem of your shirt to slip through his fingers. Childe pouts and remains in bed, gazing at you with puppy dog eyes. You walk to the person closest to the medicine cart and adjust the pillow under his head.

“How are you feeling, Baizhu? You’re usually the one caring for us all and giving us medication, but today you and I switched spots,” you say, grabbing the medicine bottle with his name on the bottle and uncapping it.

Out of every sick man in the infirmary, you’re worried about Baizhu the most. Baizhu’s health is more at risk, and he’s prone to catching illnesses quickly out of the twenty-seven men. You’re grateful to have Baizhu give you some pointers on what medication to give each man in the infirmary, how much they need to take their medicine, and how often they need to take them.

Baizhu coughs into his elbow, wincing when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. “I could be worse, but with your assistance, I should be okay,” Baizhu wheezes.

You take out two pill tablets for Baizhu and hand them to the green-haired man. Baizhu takes his face mask off, throws the two pills into his mouth, and grabs the cup of water from your hands before downing the water to wash down the pills. Baizhu hands you the cup before lying on the bed. Changsheng, on the other hand, is perched on Baizhu’s lap, slowly slithering up to the green-haired man’s chest and staying there.

“How did we all get sick simultaneously? This sucks,” Kaveh sniffles from the other side of the infirmary, rubbing his red and irritated nose.

Just when Kaveh’s about to say more, his cheeks suddenly puff up, and he covers his mouth with his hands. Everyone stares at Kaveh, watching his pale, sickly skin gradually turn light green. Oh no. You recognize the expression. You rush to the trash can, grab it, and run to the other side of the infirmary to give Kaveh the trash can before he can spew bile all over the place.

Kaveh whimpers a ‘thank you’ before dry heaving into the trash bin. The others close their eyes and cover their ears while you look away, rubbing Kaveh’s back as he vomits into the trash can. After a few minutes, Kaveh wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while you take the vomit-filled trash can from his hands.

“I think you should go brush your teeth, Kaveh. Wouldn’t want to have vomit breath, now, do you?” Scaramouche asks, his nose scrunching up with disgust.

Kaveh sighs and shoots a glare toward Scaramouche. Kaveh tosses the blanket off his body before getting up from the bed and going to the nearest bathroom. Scaramouche chuckles before quickly pulling up his face mask and coughing into his elbows. You sigh and dispose of the vomit-filled trash bin.

After changing the trash bin, you walk into the room and grab a pill bottle for Xiao. You didn’t think it was possible for Archons and Adeptis to get sick, but you were wrong. You stand beside Xiao’s bed and nudge him lightly while he remains on the infirmary bed with the blanket over his head. Xiao groans and curls into a little ball.

“Xiao, I have your medicine. You should take it before you sleep,” you say, nudging the Yaksha lightly.

“Adeptis don’t need sleep,” Xiao grumbles, his voice nasally due to his stuffy nose.

You sigh, grab the edge of the blanket, and yank it off his head. Xiao grumbles and squints at you. Xiao sighs and rolls over on his back, rubbing his eyes. Poor Xiao looks miserable— the tip of his nose is red, and he is constantly sniffling. Xiao wipes his nose with the tissue you hand to him while you uncap the pill bottle to give him his medication.

You hold out the two pill tablets to Xiao. “I know you don’t need sleep, but you should get some sleep regardless. If you don’t rest, then you won’t be healthy. If you’re not healthy, then that means I can’t give you kisses,” you say.

Xiao stares at you before reluctantly grabbing the tablets from your hands, throwing them into his mouth, and swallowing the pills dry. You gaped at Xiao. Xiao points at his head while you stare at him with your mouth agape.

“What is he doing?” Cyno mutters, hugging his knees to his chest.

Kazuha wraps himself up in the blanket before falling over on the bed. “I think he’s asking for a forehead kiss from [Y/N] as a reward for taking his medicine,” Kazuha replies.

“So… are we not going to talk about how Xiao swallowed those pills without needing water?” Heizou asks, blowing his nose into the tissue.

You and Xiao continue to stare at each other in silence. You chuckle to yourself before leaning toward Xiao and kissing his forehead. Xiao closes his eyes, heat rushing to his cheeks. When you pull away, you notice Xiao’s cheeks are bright pink. You’re not sure if it’s because of his fever or if he’s blushing. Either way, Xiao looks adorable.

“Get some rest now, okay?” You stroke Xiao’s hair.

Xiao nods wordlessly before lying on his back while you tuck him into bed. Xiao closes his eyes when you lean in to kiss his forehead before leaving him to let him sleep. You walk to the next person to check on them, only to see Kaeya knocked out cold. Kaeya’s not wearing his eyepatch as it lays above his pillow. You press your hand against his forehead after brushing his bangs from his forehead. He still has a high fever, and he’s been sick for a few days— luckily, his fever isn’t nearly as bad as the first day.

Kaeya cracks his eyes open when you wipe the sweat from his forehead with a rag. Kaeya clears his throat, wincing when he feels how dry his throat is. “Oh? Is it my turn to be taken care of by nurse bunny?” Kaeya teases.

You snort. “Yes, it’s your turn to be taken care of by me, Kaeya,” you reply. “Try sitting for me, okay? You need to take your medicine.”

Kaeya sighs and sits up, grabbing the eyepatch from above the pillow and putting them on while you grab his medicine bottle. Why would the men need their own prescription if they have the same illness? Well, some are allergic to certain ingredients in the medication, and others are not. Some need stronger doses than others. People’s bodies react to medication differently, and you sure as hell do not want your boyfriends to have a negative reaction to their medication. Especially when they’re sick— some sicker than others.

You take two tablets from the pill bottle, handing them to the Cavalry Captain. Kaeya smiles at you, taking the pills from your hands before swallowing them with the help of water. After downing the medication, Kaeya places the cup on the nightstand between his and Tighnari’s bed, resting his head on your lower abdomen, and closes his eyes.

“Get some rest, alright? I only bothered you awake so you can take your medication,” you murmur, running your hands through his hair.

Kaeya nods before lying on the bed and closing his eyes. You turn to look at Tighnari, whose staring at you with a faraway look. His hair is pulled up in a half ponytail, there are dark circles underneath his eyes, and he’s shaking his head.

Tighnari clears his throat. “Before you say anything, I already took my medication,” Tighnari rasps.

You blink at him. “When? I didn’t even notice you getting up to take your medication,” you say incredulously.

“He took his medication while you were occupied with Kaveh,” Thoma interjects, snuggling up against the body pillow and closing his eyes.

You sigh. “At least it’s one less person to worry about,” you murmur, running your hands through your hair. “You should get some rest now. Since you took your medication already.”

Tighnari stares at you before pointing at his forehead. You playfully roll your eyes and lean down, kissing his forehead. Tighnari silently cheers before taking his hair out of the half ponytail and lying down. You were about to go over and check on Gorou and Albedo, but the two men were also knocked out cold.

Gorou cracks his eyes open and rubs his eye. “Can I take my medication later? ‘M tired,” Gorou mumbles, rolling over on his stomach, and slowly falls asleep.

“Sorry, Gorou, but I can’t let you skip out on your medication. There’s a time slot, remember?” You poke Gorou’s cheek lightly.

On the bed, one foot from Gorou’s bed, Albedo raises his hand. “I also took my medication earlier as well,” Albedo comments.

You stare at Albedo as the Chief Alchemist gets comfortable in his bed. Well, at least the ones that took their medication are somewhat making it easier for you. You walk to Dainsleif’s bed and sit across from him. The blond man cracks his eyes open and gazes at you with bleary eyes, slowly rubbing his eyes as he sits on the bed. You pull his medicine bottle out from the small basket and hand him the bottle. Dainsleif uncaps the bottle, takes two pill tablets from the bottle, and pops the pills into his mouth before downing the water from his water bottle.

“I didn’t know you could get sick,” you murmur, hugging your knees to your chest.

Dainsleif hands the bottle back to you. “I’m immortal, not immune to diseases and sicknesses,” Dainsleif replies, wiping the droplet of water from the corner of his lips.

You stand and hand him the eyemask. “It looks like not even Archons are immune to diseases and illnesses. I’m going to let you rest now, alright? I’m going to check on the others,” you say, stroking Dainsleif’s hair before walking to the next person.

What amazes you is how Capitano continues to wear his helmet despite being sick. When you hand him his medication, Capitano gets up from his bed and leaves the room for a brief moment before returning.

“You didn’t throw the medicine away, did you?” you ask, gazing at the tall Harbinger skeptically.

Capitano’s shoulders bounce as he sits on his bed and shakes his head. “Just because I took my medication out of sight does not mean I threw them away. You needn’t worry,” says Capitano as he pats your head before lying down.

You sigh in relief and smile at Capitano before turning over to the other three Harbingers. You pass the medicine bottles to each man and fill their cups with water from the water pitcher. You hand the cups to the men, trading the cups of water for the medicine bottles. The three men take their medication before remaining sitting on their beds.

“Is there anything else you three need before I check up on Neuvillette and Wriothesley?” you ask, putting their prescription bottles back into the tray.

Pantalone sighs, takes his glasses off, and puts them on the nightstand. “When can we start cuddling again?” asks the black-haired Harbinger.

“When you’re not sick anymore, Captain Obvious. Do you want [Y/N] to get sick all because you wanted a cuddle session?” Dottore asks, glaring at the black-haired Harbinger.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Even though the two men are sick, they still bicker with one another. Pierro clears his throat and motions for you to come close. You walk to Pierro and stand at the foot of his bed. You grab an extra blanket for Pierro and drape it over him. Pierro grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

You stand beside Pierro’s bed, and he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, untangling the small knots in his hair as Pierro rubs your back with his thumb. You press the back of your hand against his forehead, sighing in relief.

“It looks like your fever is going down faster than the others! That’s great news,” you say, patting his head.

Pierro clears his throat. “It’s all thanks to you, little one. If it weren’t for you, my fever wouldn’t have gone down,” Pierro replies.

“Hey! Stop giving the old man attention because we’re dying over here!” A nasally voice hollers from the other side of the infirmary.

Pierro reluctantly releases you as you turn to where the other two men are lying. Wriothesley looks like a mess, but you can’t blame him since the poor man has emptied his stomach four times so far. Wriothesley sniffles pitifully, hugging the trash can to his chest as he wipes the snot from his nose with the back of his hand. You hand the medication to him, only for Wriothesley to shake his head and place a hand over his stomach.

“I don’t want to take it right now, my dear. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it down if I were to take the medication,” Wriothesley says, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Wriothesley’s face turns bright green before shoving his face into the trash bin and retching and emptying his stomach for the fifth time. You sigh, rubbing his back as he continues to spew into the almost full trash bin. While Wriothesley is retching and whimpering into the white trash can, you turn to Neuvillette.

“Did you take your medication?” You ask, shaking the prescription bottle lightly before him.

Neuvillette shakes his head. “I just woke up. Waking up to your face and the sound of your voice is something I would prefer over the sounds of Wriothesley heaving and whimpering into the trash can,” Neuvillette sighs, brushing his hair away from his face.

You run your fingers through Neuvillette’s hair, smiling at the silver-haired man. “Maybe next time when you’re not sick. After all, you and Wriothesley arrived at the estate not long ago, and look at you two… sick just like the others,” you sigh.

Poor Neuvillette and Wriothesley. The two men have moved into the estate not long ago, and yet both of them end up getting the virus that was going around the abode. The first person that caught the virus was Kaveh, and it passed around to everyone in the abode except for little ole’ you. This was strange because you get sick easily— you don’t have a weak immune system per se, but you have lived with children in the past back in your world, and those children would get you sick whenever they were sick.

“Here’s your medicine. Get some rest after, alright? I know you have a headache right now,” you murmur, handing Neuvillette his medication.

Neuvillette grabs the medication from your hands, and you turn to Wriothesley, who places the trash bin beside his bed and gazes at you with bleary eyes. You prop one hand on your hip, looking at Wriothesley curiously.

“Are you done throwing up?” You ask.

Wriothesley nods.

You tap your fingers on your hips. “Do you think you can take your medications now? If not, I can give them to you later when you don’t feel like you have to throw up again,” you suggest.

Wriothesley shakes his head wordlessly and extends his hand, the palm of his hand facing up as he waits for you to hand the pill tablets to him. You sigh and place the two pill tablets on the palm of his hands, and watch the black-haired man shove the pills into his mouth before chugging the water.

“Wriothesley, please don’t chug the water. You might make yourself throw up again if you do that,” you chide.

Wriothesley places the cup back on the nightstand between his and Neuvillette’s bed, wiping the water droplets from his lips with the back of his hand. You pat his head while he smiles, pressing his head against your stomach. After a few minutes of petting Wriothesley’s hair, you grab the trash can beside Wriothesley’s bed and walk out of the room to empty the trash can, only to stop in your tracks when you hear someone retch and a collective groan.

“[Y/N]! You have more trash cans to empty!”

You sigh, shoulders slumping. Whatever this virus is, you sure hope it stops floating around because you don’t know how much longer you can deal with having to change out trash bags. Especially when you’re not a huge fan of vomiting. It’s a good thing you don’t have emetophobia— that would render you useless if you had it. As long as you’re not the one that’s vomiting, you’re okay with cleaning up after someone else’s vomit since it’s not your first rodeo.

Note: Not gonna lie, as I got closer to completing this mini-fic, I started getting nauseous out of nowhere. But I am okay-ish now! The Gatorade kind of helped me feel better. But yes, this upcoming week is the somewhat lengthier fic of villain!isekai'd!reader since it did win the Tumblr and Discord polls. Speaking of Discord, for those who want to join my Discord server, here is the temporary link to [Zhongli's Abode]. Please make sure to read the server rules to save yourself from getting in trouble (if you like the server, you can stay, chat, and lurk. If not, you can leave if you don't vibe with it ^^). I didn't post a new link last week due to being away on vacation, and I didn't want my mods to feel overwhelmed with new members while I was away. Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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buggywiththefolkmagic · 5 months

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Only YOU Can Prevent Witchy Fires

Hello witches, workers, and all in between! Your friendly neighborhood Granny is here to teach you a few things about fire safety!

Yes, yes, I know. “But Buggy, this is tumblr! And you're on a boring witchcraft blog! What do we need a lesson on fire safety for? We aren’t in kindergarten!” But trust me! More than one witch has accidentally singed their hair or set their own altar on fire before! Sometimes we get so into the spiritual that we forget to be mindful of the reality around us.

I’m going to go over a bundle of good tips to keep in mind for making a wax seal over that spell jar or burning a few bay leaves or ingredients to release that nonsense into the air! Even a section for the kitchen witches!

Indoor Safety:

*Those annoying fire alarms? Make sure they are operational okay? Change those batteries at least once a year, preferably twice. (If it is something you are in control of.)

*Always use a fire-safe candle holder for candles! Trim down that wick before lighting! I know it seems silly to use a pair of scissors or a wick trimmer, but trimming down that wick will always make that flame much easier to manage. And that flame? If it gets big enough to cause black smoke ALWAYS put it out.

*Always keep the candle in your line of sight, no meditation with an open flame going okay? Also if your candle is big enough to burn for more than four hours...put it out at the 4 hour mark.

*The longer a candle burns the more carbon gathers on the wick itself and that can make the flame get bigger and more unstable. Those ultra-wobbly flames that flicker and waves like one of those wacky inflatable arm flailing tube men? That is something you don’t want.

*Putting out a candle: We don’t recommend putting it out with your fingers no matter how cool it looks. Use a candle snuffer, or blow it out. I promise blowing out a deity candle won’t insult them!

*Another crucial tip is to keep anything that could catch fire a minimum of three feet or 91 centimeters AWAY from the fire source. That includes carpeted flooring, cloth, hair, rugs, altar cloths, papers, books, all sorts of things! Always wear your hair back when working with fire, and wear close fitting clothing that won’t hang or drape into the fire with your movements.

*Another tip given straight from the NSC is to NEVER use candles or other fire sources while tired or inebriated! That means no 2 am spell jars if you are half asleep! ALSO never EVER leave a candle WARM or actively BURNING! Same goes for any items you are burning down like bay leaves. Burn them in a fire safe bowl that is much bigger than you think you need. Toss the debris around and soak in water to ensure they are safely doused.

*IF you are using wax to seal off spell jars I highly suggest getting a wax sealing kit! Wax sealing kits come with a little spoon that you drop bits of wax into and ‘melt’ them down over something like a tea candle. An example is this: Which you can find on Amazon for roughly $10 USD!

The spoon is perfect for pouring and there’s less likelihood of the candle you would sit on top of the jar from falling off because...there is no candle! If you only have a candle to work with...please don’t burn the candle on top of the object you are sealing, put the candle in a safe holder and hold it over the object once warm to let the wax drip down. Have the object you are sealing sitting on top of a safe ceramic plate or bowl in case of drippage!

But what do I do if a fire starts?

Good question! That depends on the type of fire it is! Here’s a breakdown of the types and methods to put them out: Ordinary Fire: An ordinary fire is caused by candles, papers, cloth, plastics, that sort of thing!

The good news is these types of fires respond amazingly well to plain old water! It’s always advised that you keep a bucket or pitcher full of water within reach whenever using candles just in case!

Electric Fire: Electric fires are caused by a source of electricity, like wires getting crossed and arching.

NEVER use water on an electrical fire! If you do, you'll just electrocute yourself. If it’s safe to do so...unplug the object from the outlet. Turn off the electricity in your house’s electric breaker box. Smother the flames by pouring baking soda onto them.

Chemical Fire: Chemical fires have a chemical as a fuel source, like rubbing alcohol, nail polish & polish remover. Even your nails near a candle can produce a small chemical fire if you aren’t careful! (Dry those nails up good before using candles.) These fires can only be put out with a fire blanket OR pouring a LARGE quantity of baking soda or sand onto the fire.

Cooking Fires: Cooking fires are the most common form of household fire. It can be caused by grease, burning food, or burning cooking oil. Water will NOT work on any fire oil or grease based, it may seem like a first instinct to grab the pan and toss it into a sink with water...DON’T.

That will cause the oil to splatter and can injure you and make any flames spread further! It the fire is small enough and contained within a pot or skillet, have a lid or baking sheet handy and throw that onto the top of the fire, this will smother it out. A fire blanket can also be used for this. Do NOT swat at the flames, this is just a fanning motion and will give the fire more oxygen to grow with! Pour a large amount of salt or baking soda on top of the fire. MAKE SURE it is not flour, as flour will cause the fire to grow quick enough to even explode! Turn off any heat source.

And if the fire is in the oven or microwave? Leave that door CLOSED. It seems super scary but the fire will smother itself out when trapped in a small box. (Of which both cooking items are.)

Outdoor Safety:

Never burn outdoors if it is windy or extra dry! Do not burn general trash, only burn natural dry vegetation/herbs. Always check your local ordinances and make sure there are no burn bans in your area currently active!

If you are going to burn outside, clear away a circular space for the burning items. Far enough away from overgrowth, houses, powerlines, and other such things. The burning site should have plenty of dirt or gravel around it, usually around 10 feet, 304 centimeters circular if burning a campfire-size burning space. Make sure the dirt and gravel is well doused in water to prevent any spreading.

Always stay around the fire until it is completely out. Turn the debris from your burn a few times and douse it hard with water. NEVER leave dry ash on the ground, embers could be still warm enough to catch on the inside of the ash! Keep checking on that burn area for a few days or a few weeks to make sure nothing is left, especially during warmer or dryer months. Don’t toss matches or other lighting instruments just anywhere! Those can still be warm and still catch grass alight.

And there you have it! A crash course on being safe with fire while doing your thing and slinging your spells!

#witchblr #psa #witchcraft #buggy's lessons #witchcraft for beginners #beginner witch #fire safety is important folks!

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spaceagerabbit · 1 year

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Beauty and the... Bowser?

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in a quaint village on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom... a young woman wakes up to the sound of celebration.

Bowser x Fem!Reader

(I picture reader as being an inch or two shorter than Princess Peach, but taller than Mario and about the same height as Luigi)

A/N: Finally, you, dearest reader, are introduced! You don't meet Bowser just yet, but it's coming in chapter 2! Also I'm not even gonna attempt a fake italian accent, but I think crisp rat Mario makes more sense for who he's replacing here, anyway. enjoy :)

Fic Masterlist + Prologue + Chapter 1 (here!) + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 (coming soon!)

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The golden sun shone through the window, the delicate, cream-coloured curtains drawn to either side of the windowsill by thick blue ribbon. The smell of Toadsworth's latest floral tea blend permeated throughout the small cottage, creating an air of warmth and comfort for the two occupants.

By all means, this would've been the perfect way for the young woman to wake up on such a beautiful day. If it weren't for the godforsaken screeches of excitement at the Mario Brothers' visit to the town. The villagers clapped and hooped and hollered as Mario and Luigi strode into town, making the woman in bed groan in frustration, pulling her patchwork duvet over her head.

As if to spite her, Toadsworth pattered into the room, placing his hands on his hips in a fashion that said 'you can't just lie in bed all day because you want to avoid that which annoys you. Besides, you promised to get groceries from the market!'

Not like she could see it, anyway.

At least until Toadsworth tugged the duvet off of her with a strength not befitting of a Toad his size and age.

The young woman curled up on instinct, the cooler air of her room encasing her without the safety of her blanket.

"Get up then, Y/N, we're running low on far too many things for you to put off market day!" Toadsworth said through his bushy mustache, heading to the woman's bedside and pushing her up into a sitting position. "Morning to you too." Y/N croaked, voice still riddled with sleepiness.

Toadsworth poured her a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table, handing it to Y/N. The young woman downed the entire thing, taking a large breath of air when she was done. The older Toad placed the pitcher back down and took the glass from Y/N's hand as she stretched, a satisfying cracking sound ringing from her shoulders and back.

Y/N swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood, Toadsworth placing the duvet back to it's rightful place on the mattress. The Toad left Y/N to get dressed, closing the door on his way out. She shuffled over to her oaken wardrobe, the door hinges squeaking slightly as she swung them open. Y/N decided on a loose, white button-up shirt and a sky-blue, calf-length dress with two pockets sewn onto the front. Small, white daisies decorated the hem of the dress, with one larger daisy sewn onto to each of the pockets. As a last touch, Y/N slipped on a pair of white knee-high socks and brown Mary-Janes.

With a final look in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and a quick finger-comb through her hair, Y/N nodded to herself and closed the wardrobe, leaving the room.

Toadsworth sat at the round kitchen table, mumbling to himself and marking places on a map spread out in front of him on the tablecloth. Y/N smiled to herself at her adoptive father's behaviour. 'He must be getting restless again', she thought to herself. Toadsworth always brought out his maps of the kingdoms when he felt the village had become a bore. He didn't go very far most of the time, choosing to only leave for a few days at most because 'my knees aren't quite what they used to be!', as he liked to say.

Y/N grabbed a muffin from where they sat on a plate on the counter behind the elder Toad, giving her father a kiss on the cheek as she picked up her brown messenger bag from where she had left it on her chair and slung it across her chest. Toadsworth smiled and looked at the young woman as she double checked for everything she needed before turning to leave.

"Ah Y/N, don't forget to-!" "Don't forget to get a peach pie from Mama Toad, I know!" Y/N interrupted Toadsworth in a fond tone. "You know, maybe one of these days you could tell her you like her, that's one adventure I'm dying to see you go on." She teased, raising one of her eyebrows with a sly grin on her face as her father sputtered slightly, warmth rising to his cheeks.

Y/N put her hand on the bronze doorknob of the front door, but stopped short to take a deep breath. She turned her head to Toadsworth once more. "See you in a bit!" Y/N said, turning the knob as a more determined look came over her face. Toadsworth waved in reply, choosing to turn back to his maps to avoid further teasing.

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The streets of the village were slightly louder than usual, normally more peaceful citizens trying their best to get Mario's attention with offers of baked goods, trinkets, and thanks for his services.

Y/N never really did understand the excitement around the Mario brothers, but particularly Mario. To her, Mario's do-gooding seemed surface level, only really taking crises seriously if it concerned Princess Peach or if the princess called on him for a specific task. The Mushroom Kingdom might not have been the greatest place to live with this more negative opinion, she found.

To make matters more annoying for Y/N, Mario had become infatuated with the idea of proving his worth to her. 'What a fragile ego he has. He can't take the fact that some random girl doesn't think he's that big of a deal? What a mighty hero, indeed.' Y/N found herself thinking.

Sneaking through the slight crowd that had formed, Y/N walked briskly, wanting to avoid any chance of Mario trying to show off.

"Y/N!"

Well there goes that.

Only looking up for a brief second, the young woman met Mario's gaze from across the street. "Shit." Y/N muttered to herself, shuffling between Toads with slightly more force than before. Unfortunately for her, Mario is annoyingly persistent once he has a goal in his mind. The Italian hopped onto a nearby crate to get above the crowd, then landed slightly behind Y/N as she kept up her brisk pace. Mario broke into a slight jog, his brown shoes tapping on the pavement until he found himself at her side.

"Y/N, hey! What're you up to? So glad you're out today. I thought I could show you some more of my tricks if you don't mind!" Mario blathered in an attempt to get Y/N's attention. His chest puffing out in pride reminding her of a peacock.

"Hi Mario. Going to market. I do mind." Y/N's answered shortly, not sparing a glance toward the shorter man beside her. What Y/N did pay slight attention to was the slight glares thrown her way as she ignored the famed hero. With a slight thrust of her head in a 'what?' motion and a stare thrown towards the Toads she passed, they quickly looked away, not particularly keen on starting an argument with the woman.

Whoever said that Toads were the nicest people you'll ever meet has clearly never been subject to their passive aggressiveness.

After a minute or two of being forced to listen to Mario blabber and come up with reasons she should stop and watch him perform like a circus monkey, the man was stopped by a few Toads wishing to give their thanks to him in the form of a jar of fire flower tea.

As soon as Mario stopped, every other Toad swarmed around him, seeing it as an opportunity to talk to him. Y/N, on the other hand, saw him stopping to kiss babies and shake hands as an opportunity to bolt. Mario called after her, but she ignored it. Y/N knew he wouldn't push any of the Toads out of his way no matter how much he wanted to. His reputation was his biggest weakness.

Picking up the pace once more, Y/N finally turned the corner that led to the market. The woman slowed down to a walking pace, the market seemingly calmer than the main street. Deciding to not take the chance of Mario's presence making the market flooded with people, Y/N made her rounds quickly. 'Eggs, milk, spices, fruits...' Y/N went down the list in her mind, purchasing products and making her way to the last stall on her trip.

Greeting Mama Toad with a friendly smile and a wave, Y/N made her way toward the baker. The smell of bread, chocolate, and fruits amalgamated pleasantly in her nose as Y/N stopped in front of the stand.

"Well hi Y/N! What can I get for you today?" Mama Toad greeted kindly, the older woman wiping her hands on her green and white apron. "Well, I'd love some of your milk bread, and I have a special request from my father." Y/N grinned in a slightly teasing motion, pretending to look over the spread of baked goods as Mama Toad brought a hand to her flushed cheek.

"What exactly would Toadsworth like from my little old shop?" Mama Toad bubbled shyly. "He'd like one of your delectable peach pies. He hasn't stopped bugging me to buy one since he last had it, and he insisted that he wouldn't find any other peach pie as appetizing!" The younger woman beamed, listing the praise Toadsworth had told her in secret.

With a larger, slightly lovesick grin, Mama Toad set to packaging the bread and the pie for Y/N, making sure to be extra careful when placing the treat in a baker's box and tying it off with a bit of sage green ribbon. Y/N thanked the older Toad, handing her the right amount of coins before turning to sneak back home.

"Tell Toadsworth I made it with extra love!" Mama Toad called to Y/N as she neared the street corner. Y/N simply waved back at her in return. Turning the corner, Y/N was met with Mario surrounded by a crowd as he smashed empty crates with his raccoon suit, the man having originally saved a leaf to show off as part of his peacocking to Y/N.

"...I think I'll take the side streets home." Y/N muttered to herself, jogging across the street once Mario's back was turned.

Once safely on the street running parallel to the main road where Mario was, Y/N took a slightly relieved breath and dropped her shoulders slightly in relief, looking over her shoulder at where she had just come from one last time.

Before promptly bumping into someone.

Snapping her head back to the front, Y/N opened her mouth to apologize, her features in slight surprise and panic. Before she was able to apologize, though, the figure jumped back and started apologizing profusely. With the increased space between them, Y/N immediately recognized the figure as Luigi.

Y/N didn't mind the younger Mario brother as much, finding his more quiet and humble nature endearing and even enjoyable if she ever found herself in conversation with him.

Deciding that he had panicked long enough, Y/N called Luigi's name, just loud enough to catch his attention over his, very fast and frequent, apologies. The man quieted, opening his eyes that were squeezed shut. "Oh Y/N! It's-a funny running into you here! In the village... where you live..." Luigi said awkwardly, relieved that he hadn't run into a complete stranger.

His cheeks were flushed when he faced Y/N, out of embarrassment, she supposed. "Hey Luigi. It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going. That's not on you." Y/N assured, offering a gentle smile and patting Luigi on the shoulder. The green-clad man breathed out, his posture relaxing, the flush on his face darkening slightly at the contact.

"Listen, I-" Luigi began, his eyes not meeting Y/N's, playing with his fingers. Before he was able to finish, a Toad on the outer edge of the crowd watching Mario called out to him.

"Hey! Luigi! Come here! Look at what your brother's doing!" The Toad beckoned, the rest of the Toads beginning to wave him over as well. A slightly sad expression took over Luigi's face. Y/N, however, quickly remembered herself, starting to walk past Luigi quickly, only stopping to squeeze his shoulder slightly, muttering "please don't tell Mario which way I went," quickly before rushing away.

Luigi watched her leave for a moment, groaning in slight frustration at himself. "Luigi, come on!" the Toads called.

"I'm-a coming, I'm-a coming."

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The journey home was easy enough with all the residents of the small town residing on the main street keeping Mario busy. Y/N did wonder what Luigi was going to say, but put it out of her mind for now.

Twisting the brass doorknob and entering the small cottage, Y/N found Toadsworth napping on top of his maps, a now cold cup of tea sitting beside his hand on the table. Smiling to herself, Y/N tip-toed to the small kitchen behind where the older Toad was resting and set down her messenger bag full of groceries along with the paper bag of baked goods from Mama Toad.

The young woman carefully put the groceries in their rightful places, then moved to grab a blanket from the living room couch. Placing the knitted fabric over Toadsworth's shoulders, Y/N looked around for tasks to keep her busy while her father slept. Unfortunately, the cottage was as organized as it usually was.

With a quiet sigh, an idea came to the young woman.

Grabbing a couple of leftover rolls, a small jar of crab apple jelly, some grapes, some cheese, and a glass bottle of water, Y/N packed a small picnic basket, placing utensils and a picnic blanket on top before closing it.

Y/N left through the back door that led to the back garden. Opening the fence door, she trekked through the woods until she came to a clearing at the base of a tall hill that Y/N had affectionately named 'Worf's hill' as a young child, before she could properly pronounce Toadworth's name.

Y/N slowly hiked up the grassy hill, listening to bird song coming from the surrounding trees and the buzzing of small bumblebees from the wildflowers that decorated the ground. Coming to a stop at the peak of the hill, Y/N set down the blanket and food, snacking as she looked at the gorgeous scenery. Y/N felt content.

'Isn't there more than just this? Why can't I go out and see everything there is for myself?'

The thought came to Y/N unwanted. While she really did think that, Y/N was frightened. Frightened that if she saw everything that the world offered, that she would never want to go back to the quaint village on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom, to the cozy little cottage with the back garden and the smell of new floral tea blends.

Shaking her head, Y/N hurriedly re-packed the basket, squeezing her eyes closed to avoid the tears that wanted to escape at such thoughts.

Standing up, Y/N took one last look at the almost fully set sun before her. The young woman hesitated for just a moment, before taking a deep breath and heading back down the hill.

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There were many things Y/N didn't expect when she reentered her home, one of them being Toadsworth no longer sleeping at the kitchen table, and instead standing outside on the front steps with a packed bag and a cloak looking at his pocket watch, as if waiting for someone.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked, furrowing her brows in confusion. Toadsworth turned toward her, clicking his pocket watch shut and fixing the straps of the traveller's pack on his shoulders. "I've decided I'm going on another trip. It'll only be a few days, I'm taking part of the peach pie with me so you don't have to worry about that getting stale, you've got your books and the garden to keep you busy, and-" Toadsworth started explaining.

"This is so beyond last minute! Were you just going to leave without writing a note?! What if I hadn't have come back just now?! Was I just supposed to know that you up and went on a trip?!" Y/N yelled frustratedly, eyes watering slightly in anger. At her exclamation, Toadsworth frowned at himself, trying to think up a way to properly explain his passive thinking. Unable to come up with anything, Toadsworth relaxed his brows and looked up at Y/N.

"I apologize. I suppose... I was feeling very impulsive and I didn't think about how you would feel at my sudden absence, especially considering how I came to adopt you." Toadsworth apologized. Placing her hands over her face, Y/N took a few deep breaths to calm down, wiping the slight tears with the heels of her palms. "Okay." Y/N finally spoke, now calmer than before.

"I'm going to make my way to a town that's west of here, only about a day or two's ride away." Toadsworth spoke softly, "Yoshi is coming with me, I'm just waiting for him to arrive so we can set off."

"Okay. Thank you for apologizing." Y/N said, sniffling once, "I guess I'll wait with you until he gets here." With that, Y/N sat down on the steps next to where Toadsworth stood. The elder Toad sat down as well, hesitating before carefully placing a hand on Y/N's bicep and rubbing it slightly in a comforting motion. Y/N looked at him, then suddenly swept Toadsworth up in a tight hug, making him squeak in surprise before relaxing into the embrace.

The pair parted to the sound of Yoshi's quick steps on the road, the green dinosaur stopping in front of them. He looked at Toadsworth almost expectantly. "Oh right, yes of course." Toadsworth chuckled slightly, reaching into his pack to procure an apple for Yoshi. Said creature extended his tongue, snatching the red fruit right out of Toadsworth's hand, causing the older Toad to make a noise of complaint at the drool now covering his hand. Y/N giggled at that, making Toadsworth flick a bit of drool at her, making the young woman laugh harder while raising an arm in defense.

The pair stood up, hugging one last time before Yoshi bent over to allow Toadsworth onto his back. "Remember, I'll be back in a few days. Try not to get into too much trouble." Toadsworth remarked, settling himself on the dinosaur's back. "I'll try. Be careful. Try not to tweak your back old man!" Y/N jested as Yoshi began to trot away. Toadsworth rolled his eyes, waving goodbye to Y/N as he and Yoshi got further down the road in the woods. Y/N watched until they were out of sight before turning and re-entering her home to get ready for bed.

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"Now then Yoshi, we should be coming up to a fork in the road soon, I'll show you which way to go." Toadsworth said, looking down at the map haphazardly unfolded in his lap.

Looking at the darkening sky, Toadsworth frowned at the presence of large rain clouds. 'I couldn't see those at all before. A sudden storm would be very unfortunate to run into without shelter.' He thought to himself before focussing back on the road ahead.

The fork in the road was in sight, though still several paces ahead. A crack of thunder sounded, making the Toad and Yoshi jump in fright, stopping Yoshi's consistent stride. Another loud clap of thunder sounded, this time bringing a bolt of lightning down on a thick, tall tree that marked the fork in the road. The tree fell heavily onto the right pathway, making Toadsworth groan in frustration.

"It looks like we have to take the long way around, Yoshi." Toadsworth spoke loudly over the storm, pulling his cloak hood over his large head. Yoshi nodded, taking the left road. Toadsworth began folding the map back up before a gust of wind blew through and forced it out of his hand. The elder Toad tried to grab it, but the wind blew it far above his reach and out of sight, as if mocking him.

With more caution, Toadsworth began guiding Yoshi down the road.

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After a while of being out in the storm, Yoshi halted in his steps. "What is it?" Toadsworth asked, "why are you stopping?"

Yoshi gestured forward with his snout, revealing a tall and imposing castle in the distance. "I don't... I don't really remember a castle being here." Toadsworth muttered.

Ignoring him, Yoshi took off in a run, fed up with being out in the storm and wanting to take whatever shelter was offered.

The pair entered the large gates with caution, Toadsworth hopping off of Yoshi's back to walk beside him. They stopped at the front door. Taking a hold of the oversized knocker, Toadsworth used all his strength to knock. A few moments went by before the doors swung open, the two jumping back just in time to avoid the heavy doors.

"He-hello? Is anyone... home?" Toadsworth called out nervously, stepping into the building. Yoshi hesitated behind him, only entering when another thunder clap sounded, though he stayed firmly by the entrance. "We don't mean to intrude but uh... there's.. a rather large storm outside. We're wondering if we can.. stay the night?" Toadsworth called once more, growing more nervous at the lack of response.

A grand fireplace to the left of the room suddenly lit, causing the Toad to whip his head towards it. Even with his brain screaming at him that something was wrong, Toadsworth's reason was thrown to the wind at the offer of warmth. Yoshi squawked out at him from his place at the entrance as Toadsworth settled onto the ornate rug in front of the fire. Toadsworth sighed in comfort, allowing his nerves to settle. Until the room shook with giant, loud footsteps.

Slowly turning around, Toadsworth gasped and scrambled backwards in fear at the sight of the giant figure in front of him.

Tall, at least ten feet. Large, sharp fangs bared. Scarlet red hair tucked behind sharpened horns. Scarlet eyebrows furrowing above fiery crimson eyes. A huge green shell and a tail, both covered in spikes. Lastly, terrifying claws on the figure's hands and feet.

What made him the most scared, however, was the angry, booming voice.

"You are trespassing." The figure growled out, taking large, slow, intimidating steps towards Toadsworth. The older Toad bumped against the brick of the fireplace, now panicking with no place to go.

"W-we really di-didn't mean to intrude, we can absolute leave right now i-if you want us gone, you don't have to worry-" Toadsworth stuttered. The figure roared in anger, causing Toadsworth to shut his mouth. The figure leaned down so he was face to face with Toadsworth.

"You are trespassing on ROYAL PROPERTY." The figure roared, blowing Toadsworth's styled mustache backwards. Toadsworth's eyes shot open in shock. Opening his mouth to apologize once more, he was cut off by the figure grabbing the Toad in his giant fist, making Toadsworth gasp out at the sheer strength with which he was being squeezed.

"You should be sentenced to DEATH for your crime." The figure roared, beginning to walk toward a large set of stairs across from the entrance, "but you've caught me in a rather merciful mood. You'll simply be imprisoned. For Life." Toadsworth began to struggle in a panic to get away, but the figure only tightened his grip.

Yoshi, who had been ignored by the figure, began backing away toward the still open doors, before turning heel and running while the much larger figure was focused solely on Toadsworth.

Two figures on an outside balcony watched as the dinosaur raced back the way he came from.

"Should we alert King Bowser that there was another?" The first figure spoke to the other. "Would you like to tell His Majesty that he made a mistake and let one get away?" The second figure replied, almost in disbelief.

The first figure thought it over for a moment. 'It certainly wouldn't go over well', he thought, shaking his head to his companion.

"Good decision." The second figure replied once more before turning and heading inside. The first followed quickly behind.

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A/N: Oh man that was a long ass chapter. I don't really like breaking chapters down, so the rest of the chapters are probably gonna be about as long as this one. Anyways, I think my writing schedule for this story is gonna be a chapter every other day, but it'll depend on my motivation. I'm so excited for Bowser and Reader to meet, and I'm sure that's what you're all waiting for as well!! Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

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blouisparadise · 7 months

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Here are some of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of September. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Like Sweat Dripping Down Our Dirty Laundry | Explicit | 1,460 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Harry has a thing for Louis' armpits. Louis wears a tank-top. You get the picture.

2) The Beat Of Your Heart, The Devil's Arcade | Mature | 3,567 words

“Louis Tomlinson, shortstop to the Cardinals, marries pitcher for their rival team, the Chicago Cubs,” Oli says in a fake announcer voice. He shakes his head. “One day someone will make a movie about it."

3) Make Dreams Come True | Explicit | 3,883 words

“You’re saying, I’ve met him?” he asked hopefully. “Yeah, mate, you’ve probably seen him somewhere, found him attractive and bam… he’s in your dreams -” Zayn chuckled, “Our brains are a mysterious place”. That was it. He had met him before, which meant that he could meet again. “I'm going to find him”, Louis said happily, humming contently. “It can’t be that hard right?”

4) Good And Bad And Right And Wrong | Explicit | 5,113 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis angrily threw a pillow at his head, but Harry avoided it, laughing loudly as he slammed the door behind him. Louis bit his lip, grumpy and flushed and hard again, tension and arguments like this with his dear husband always a huge turn on. He knew it was his toxic trait, but at the same time, it was so good to let the tension build until it exploded under the sheets. So instead of pouting and groaning in bed, waiting for Harry to leave the house without him like he first intended to do, Louis kicked the sheets of his legs, stripped off his boxers –and gave his cock a few nice quick strokes, before getting dressed for the gym. Harry smiled widely when he joined him in the kitchen. Louis flipped him off. He promised himself he would have his revenge.

5) Harmony | Explicit | 6,175 words

Alpha Harry and Omega Louis don’t have the most amicable relationship at work. When they get stuck together in an elevator, Harry scents Louis after nothing else works to bring him out of his panicked state. Their time trapped in the elevator together brings to light some misunderstandings, and maybe some feelings for each other, too.

6) Smile for the Camera for It Knows Everything, Hollywood Star | Mature | 6,676 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 132- The story of Nancy Reagan being called the blowjob queen of Hollywood but it's Louis.

7) It's All My Love (You Got All My Love) | Teen & Up | 8,002 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Sometimes, he realized how he truly didn’t deserve an alpha this good and patient and understanding and loving. He had no clue how Louis had bagged him, how Harry had wanted to mate with him, let alone raise pups together. Still, here they were, with Harry being the perfect lover and Louis crying in the streets about a little pumpkin. The fact Eli had baked little cakes in the shape of pumpkins that morning didn’t make anything better for Louis’ emotional state, but at the very least he got to sit down with Harry for a minute and devour one together, mumbling his apologies into the alpha’s neck.

8) To A Higher Place | Explicit | 8,118 words

Louis arrives home during his break from tour just in time for Harry’s rut.

9) Cold Spring | Explicit | 8,260 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Pedro Pascal. This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Life went on as normal at Cold Spring Café. Sam’s scribbles remained indiscernible, Jake persisted on his idea of getting more pots for the shop, and Pedro…Pedro continued coming to drink his moderately-caffeinated americano, to write furiously in that notebook of his, and to captivate Louis to no end.

10) My Fire, My Heart | Not Rated | 9,600 words

One look at his face and there's worry all over him. "Baby? What's going on?" "Nothing, just drive." Louis replies, turning to look outside the window. "Lou-" "I said drive, Harry. Just take me home." He says in frustration. He was not ready to have the conversation yet, needing time to think, to clear his head. Harry doesn't say anything again, just starts the car to leave.

11) I (Don’t) Really Care For You | Mature | 11,367 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“There’s always the worst-case scenario,” Zayn said while the subway pulled to a stop. “Get your heart broken. Then you can write through experience.” “Yeah, right,” Louis called after him while Zayn hopped off of the train. “You try falling in love in New York City.”

12) Fight For Us | Explicit | 11,133 words

Louis isn’t okay. It’s beyond wrong, the way they’re held in a cage waiting to be chosen for mating. It’s the way it’s been all Louis’ life, but he never wanted to end up like this. He’d hoped against hope that he’d present as a beta since they don’t have these same restrictions on them. They don’t have to adhere to their biology. And one dark night, long after all of the other omegas in the pen have fallen asleep, biology comes calling for Louis.

13) The Wild Night to Memory Loss to Soul Mates Pipeline | Explicit | 17,628 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“What the fuck are you on—holy shit,” Louis gasps, looking down at his own hand to see a white gold band wrapped his left ring finger. “Wh-what is going on?” “Sure is a conundrum,” the man muses, realization flashing in his green eyes. “I-I’m not married, I can’t be married,” Louis mumbles to himself, staring wide-eyed at the ring, heart racing a mile a minute.

14) There's A Hole In My Heart (And It's Got Your Name On It) | Explicit | 19,502 words

The four scream from the stands as the team huddles together, pulling their helmets and gloves off and slapping each other's backs as they celebrate their win. Louis had stolen a pom-pom from Mal earlier and he shakes it vigorously. His breath hitches when Harry looks up and their eyes meet. The hockey player smirks at him but looks away quickly. “Did he just-” “No.” Louis quickly stops Jade from even finishing that sentence because he’s about to lose his damn mind.

15) Ties That Binds Us | Explicit | 21,117 words

A tale as long as time Where A King who didn’t have any intentions of loving someone falls for the boy who was a hopeless romantic, tying them in a union neither could escape.

16) Love Is Pain, Pain Is Pleasure | Explicit | 25,288 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

After a series of disturbing events threaten his safety, Louis has no choice but to hire a new bodyguard. Enter Harry, an incredibly attractive, judgmental asshole who hates Louis’ guts.

17) The Wounds That Scarred Our Souls | Explicit | 35910 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Forever was nothing but a lie, Forever was just a ruse for the human heart, it gave you hope and then killed you. Forever was just a myth.

18) Always An Angel, Never A God | Explicit | 39,518 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

To understand the level of deep water Louis was in, one first needed to know he has had the same best friend since he was five. Ethan Astor was family to him—a friend who he loved deeply despite their differences. A friend he would do almost anything for. So when Ethan came to him with the plan, no matter how he felt about it, Louis accepted it. At first, it was simple, he just had to flutter his eyelashes at any of the boys that showed interest in Ethan, and if they fell for it, he just dumped them without telling them the reason. Somehow, the rumors spread around campus that Ethan had an insufferable friend they had to somehow win over to reach him. Like a final monster before getting the princess.

19) Love Me If You Dare | Explicit | 54,721 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game. Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too. With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything. But will they dare confess their feelings for each other?

20) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,601 words

Louis hadn’t forgotten about Harry as much as he tried. It wasn’t due to the strange nature of their meeting, more so the magnetic pull he somehow had on Louis. He couldn’t fathom why this complete stranger stayed in his mind as much as he tried to stop it. Any time his phone sounded his heart skipped a beat at the thought of it possibly being Harry. In all honesty, it made him feel sort of pathetic. Gay guy falls for straight guy, what a cliche he had become.

21) Three Men And A Baby | Explicit | 122,978 words

Note: There is a BH mention. This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis' life had been going along just fine. Until one morning when his entire world changes when he steps on a piece of lego belonging to a young boy who has randomly appeared in his flat. And with that boy comes his gorgeous father. His flatmate Zayn has some explaining to do but he's definitely not complaining, instantly feeling connected to these new additions. Over the span of a year, life gets crazy, frustrating, surprising and most importantly...filled with love.

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h-c-u · 1 year

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The kids are alright pt 2

Summary: Awkward dinner at Kazanskys, where Bradley and Mav are forced to talk.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: 3.1k

Rating: PG, age gap alluded

TWs: none

A/N: It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I guess we're in it now...

Part 1 | Masterlist | List of tags | Part 3 | Part 4

- It's open! - you screamed as loud as you could when your doorbell rang. You were in the process of taking food out of the oven and Tom was still finishing something up in the nursery, so it was just easier to let your guests know that they could just come in. The door opened, and you took a peek into a corridor to see who arrived first. - Mav! Come in, come in! Dinner will be ready in just a second. - you smiled at Pete, and when he started to come further, you shot him a warning look; there was a strict rule in your house about leaving shoes at the door, and he immediately knew what you meant.

- Sorry, sorry! - he laughed awkwardly and took his shoes off. - It's good to see you, y/n. - he said, as soon as he joined you in the kitchen. - This is for you. And I know it looks like wine, but it's actually a non-alcoholic blend, safe for pregnant women, I checked! - he placed the bottle and flowers on the kitchen island and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as a welcoming gesture.

- Awwww... Thank you so much. - you smiled, carefully maneuvering an oven tray, so you wouldn't accidentally burn him.

- Do you need help with anything? - he asked and started rolling his sleeves up.

- Actually, yes! Could you put the cutlery and glasses on the table? And there is a pitcher with chilled lemonade in the fridge. - you knew each other for so long, that you didn't have any issues with putting him to work.

- Sure! - as soon as he got closer to the table, the bell rang again, but this time you didn't have to yell, because your husband came downstairs and opened the door. You couldn't exactly hear the conversation that was happening between them, because you focused on looking for the wooden trivet, and when you finally found it, Mav was getting the pitcher from the fridge, so you tasked him with taking another thing to the table.

- Bradley! - you smiled when the younger man entered the kitchen and gave him a brief hug to welcome him into your house, while your husband went to the dining room to greet Mav. Only now you noticed that Brad brought the exact same bottle as his godfather did, and you couldn't help but laugh. - I'm gonna selfishly assume that it's for me. - you pointed at the bottle, and he laughed awkwardly, still a little bit unsure how to behave in your company.

- Yeah, It's safe for... - he started, but you cut him off.

- ...pregnant women, because it's a non-alcoholic blend? - you finished for him and pointed your chin toward the kitchen island, where a twin of the bottle he was holding currently stood.

- Ah. - he tensed for a moment, but you squeezed his shoulder and gave him a wide smile.

- It's not like I'm not gonna drink it... - you winked at him, and he finally relaxed. - By the way, I really like the shirt. It suits you. - you complimented his choice while taking the plates out of the cupboard.

- Thanks, it was my dad's... My mum saved most of his stuff and I finally grew into them. - there was a shadow of a pain in his voice, and yet he felt comfortable enough to share that with you, and that was a success.

- Well, like I've said, it looks good on you. - you smiled again and finally got to plating the food. You started with a base of mashed potatoes, followed by roasted and glazed veggies, and on top, you placed the already cut and cooked to-perfection roast. - Be a dear and help me with plates, would you? - you smiled, and he immediately jumped on the occasion to help you by grabbing the remaining two plates and following you to the dining room. - Sit, boys, sit! Before the food starts to get cold! - it didn't matter that you were almost the youngest of them all, they were still boys in your eyes, especially taking some of their behaviors into consideration.

- It looks amazing, y/n! Like something from a high-end restaurant! - Mav complimented, taking the seat to the left of Ice.

- Thanks! Maybe if you visited us more often, you'd be more used to food that didn't come in a metal tray. - you gave him a cheeky smile, and he rose his arms in a defensive gesture. You definitely didn't cook every day, but you actually enjoyed it, so when you did, you always tried to do something more... layered than quick. - Hmm... You know what? I might try that non-wine, but please feel free to just eat. - you went to the kitchen to get the bottle, one glass, and a wine opener, but when you came back to the dining room, they were still awkwardly sitting in silence.

- Guys, seriously? - you sighed heavily and shook your head in disappointment. - Since it's definitely illegal to get angry at a pregnant lady... - you noticed Ice giving you a warning look, but you just started opening the bottle. - Bradley, before she died, Carole made Mav promise that he wouldn't let you fly, so he tried to keep that promise by doing something stupid and pulling your papers from the academy. - you took the cork out and started pouring the non-wine into a wine glass, while Mav was giving a gigantic side-eye to your husband. - And before you'll say anything - no, he didn't tell me, your voice is loud and I have good hearing. - well, it wasn't exactly all true, because you didn't hear the part about the promise, just about pulling papers, but he didn't know that. - And just so we're clear, it's a stupid-ass attempt at keeping that promise. You should have told him as soon as he was old enough to understand, instead of going behind his back. - you finally sat down and took a sip of the non-wine, which was surprisingly good. - And now - let's eat. The food is getting cold. - you were the only one who actually started eating, but that was easy to predict after what you just said.

- Is... Is that true...? - Bradley finally broke the silence - About my mom, I mean... - he clarified almost immediately, and Mav sighed heavily.

- Yeah... She was worried that you... - Mav tried to find the right words. - That you might end up like your dad... And to be honest, I agree... I don't want anything bad to happen to you. - well, he definitely could have phrased it better, but it was extremely easy to notice how much he cared about his godson. - And when I heard that you applied to the academy... - his voice cracked a bit. - The thought of possibly losing you too... - he wasn't able to actually finish the sentence, and placed all his focus on the dish you prepared.

- I understand why you would want to do that. - Bradley said cautiously, trying to understand and process his emotions at the lightning speed. - I don't agree with what you tried to do, and it hurts me that you don't trust me enough to make my own decisions. - was the Kid actually more mature than Maverick?

- No, that's not... - Pete tried to cut in, but Bradley put his right hand up, stopping him.

- Let me finish, please... - he took a deeper breath. - I understand that being a pilot in any branch of the military is dangerous and that if my dad was still alive, he would definitely try to sway me in a different direction... But in the end, it's still my decision. Doesn't matter what you, my mom, or even my dad would think. And I honestly would rather do that with someone in my corner, rather than completely alone. But I am prepared to do that alone, no matter what. So it's your decision, Mav... - he finally looked at his uncle, and you gently squeezed your husband's hand, because they finally communicated like adults.

- I... I just don't want to lose you... - Pete raised his gaze and looked at his godson. - In any way... - he added. - So I'm going to be there for you on one condition... - Bradley looked at him with a giant question mark basically painted on his face. - You will protect me from your mother in the afterlife because she's definitely gonna kill me. - the younger man couldn't help but laugh.

- Deal. - now they both laughed and Mav stood up to hug Bradley, who actually shed a tear or two, and you realized that for a moment he was absolutely ready to cut Mav from his life here and now, and was relieved that he didn't have to.

- Great, now that we're all on the same page, eat. I didn't spend hours in the kitchen just so the food could look pretty. - now even Ice laughed, and took the fork and knife in his hands.

- Thank you... - Bradley finally looked at you again, and you only nodded in acknowledgment. You knew exactly what it was like to grow up with people who, by trying to shield you from anything bad, ended up hurting you more.

You could tell that Mav wasn't exactly happy with that outcome, and would most likely be a bit colder towards you for some time, but you knew that in the long run, it would have definitely been worth it. Not only that, but you knew how hard it must have been for him because you went through it all with Ice, who was currently tactically choosing not to speak about the topic. Tom also carried with him an immense amount of guilt when it came to Goose's death, but years of therapy and - not to brag - a healthy relationship with you, helped him process that tragedy. You were one of the few people in his life who weren't afraid to call him up on his bullshit, especially when he was beginning to spiral down because of all the responsibility that was weighing on his shoulders.

The rest of the evening was much calmer, and eventually, everyone relaxed, and you were planning a deeper conversation with Pete one to one, because you didn't want to leave anything unsaid to fester and rot, and it would be much easier to let him be angry at you and say it to your face, than letting him process that quietly. On the one hand, you were frustrated that you were the one that had to be the more mature in that relationship, because, well, you were much younger; but on the other hand... You felt sorry for him because he never learned healthy communication and instead just compartmentalized to a dangerous degree. And of course, he was convinced that therapy wouldn't do anything for him, with which you completely disagreed, but it's not like you could force him to go.

Eventually they left, and you were splayed on the couch with your feet on one of the ottomans, because you could just feel them swelling up from sitting in one position for so long. You had the perfect angle to watch your gorgeous husband tidying up the dinner table and doing dishes in the kitchen, which made you feel a bit guilty, because you were relaxing while he was cleaning, but one smile from him was enough to blow those worries away.

He was unusually quiet, even for him, but you didn't want to dig into his thoughts just yet; you knew him well enough to know he was still processing what happened at dinner, and you didn't want to interrupt that, so you opted out fur just ogling him in his white button-up. Even though it was just dinner with friends, he still chose to dress up nicely, and the white linen contrasted beautify with his tan skin; sometimes you couldn't believe how lucky you were, having him in your life.

- Penny for your thoughts...? - he was the first one to break the silence, when he finished cleaning up and putting leftovers in the fridge. He sat on the couch with you, moved your feet to his knees and started gently massaging them, and you reclined even more and moaned, because it felt so good.

- I was just admiring my husband... - he couldn't help but smile, and you quickly followed. - How handsome you look in that shirt... And how good you are to me... - you continued and closed your eyes. - I just love you so much... - you added a bit quieter, because he managed to hit all the right spots to help you completely relax.

- I love you too, dove... - you could tell just by his tone that something was still on his mind, so you propped yourself on the cushions and looked at him.

- Spill it, Kazansky. - he laughed a bit when you used the last name, but eventually he sighed heavily.

- I just... I think I agree with Mav... - you knew it was hard for him to admit that, and you were glad that he felt comfortable enough with you to share his true thoughts.

- About not letting Bradley join the academy? - you asked and he nodded. This time you went quiet, trying to analyze the situation from his perspective. - Is it about keeping Carole's promise? - you prodded a bit deeper.

- Well... Not entirely. - he was still massaging your feet, but he was completely lost in his thoughts. - You know I was there when Goose died, and you know my role in it. - he took another break, and you let him, because you knew that even after all those years it was hard for him to talk about that. - I don't want him to get hurt. And being in the navy, being a pilot... It increases those chances immensely... - you exhaled softly, and he looked at you with a question on his face, expecting input.

- Your daughter is squishing my lungs, please continue. - he chuckled a bit and his expression softened.

- I just... I don't think either Mav or me would be able to ever forgive ourselves if anything happened to Bradley, and we had a chance to stop it. - he finally finished, and you took a moment to better understand his point of view. You didn't have half of his experience, especially when it came to loosing people, but you could still relate to parts of what he meant.

- Full honesty or did you just want to vent? - you asked, when he shifted a bit on the couch to face you more.

- Honesty... I'm having trouble coming to terms with everything. - he replied and looked at you with that soft expression that was reserved only for the most vulnerable moments with you.

- There are many ways of keeping someone safe... - you started cautiously. - You can wrap them in bubble wrap, shove them into a closed room and never let them outside, and technically you would still be keeping them safe. But you can also let them explore on their own and be there to catch them when they fall. - you stopped for a bit, trying to find the right words. - You heard him today... He would still apply again, even if you pulled his papers. And we both know, he would eventually find a way to get in... - Tom sighed heavily; he knew you were right and waited for you to continue. - I understand that you worry about him and that you don't want anything bad happening to him, but you have to ask yourself if at some point, you won't become the "bad" thing happening to him, because you would prohibit him from living his life to the fullest and doing things he evidently loves... - it was a tough pill to swallow, but you were also able to look at this whole situation without any guilt and from a point a bit closer to Bradley's. - By cutting his options for any type of experience, you would be stunting his growth and taking away all the good things he could have lived through... - you took another break to collect your thoughts, and Tom allowed you to do that without any interruptions. - I mean, you knew that going into the navy was dangerous as hell, and yet you still did it. And you've met so many wonderful people, including me... - he couldn't help but laugh at that remark. - ...and you have so many good memories. Gods know how hard it is to get you and Slider to bed when you meet for "just 20 minutes" and end up talking about good old times till the break of dawn. - he laughed again, and started to relax a bit. - So you have to ask yourself, love... With all the knowledge you have now, with all the lives you lost, with all the bad things that happened... If you could go back in time, would you choose a different career? And if not, why do you expect from Bradley to do so...? - there was a long, heavy silence after your last question, and you let him process everything you've said. He was lost in his brain for a good ten minutes before he looked at you again, and you just smiled, but this time it didn't reach your eyes. - Perfect outcome unfortunately doesn't exist... I wish it did, because I see how much it's eating you up, and I wish I could magically make it all go away... - he sighed heavily, and squeezed your feet one last time, before putting them back on the ottoman, and maneuvering your body, so you could lean on him now, instead of cushions.

- When the hell did you get so wise, dove...? - he hugged you from behind and put his hands on your stomach, trying to feel your daughter move.

- I came out of the mold like that... - you laughed and turned your head to the left and inhaled his scent. - And she's sleeping, so she won't be moving for a while... - you added, but Tom still kept his hands on your stomach and was just tracing the flowery pattern of your dress with his fingers.

- I'm just glad to have you in my life, you honestly have no idea how much you are helping me... - he finally broke the comfortable silence that settled between you two.

- It goes both ways. - you put your head on his shoulder and covered his hands with your own. Well, it was a small exaggeration, because you were able to cover 2/3, maybe 3/4 of his, but he still stopped moving them. - We make a pretty good team though... - you smiled softly when you felt a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

- We do, dove... that we do... - you couldn't see it, but you could still hear a smile in his voice.

#my writing #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #🖤#Pete Mitchell fanfiction #Bradley Bradshaw fanfiction

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Bound | Chapter 2

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could've hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: this is basically just a "and they were roommates" and a "history will call them best friends" situation. For all effects of the time period, they do refer to each other as friends though. 😉😉 Also, sorry I wasn't able to update my other stories. Have not been feeling very well these past few days and writing only exacerbates my migraines.

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What happened to her during the late hours of the night one late April in 1933, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) could not tell. She had been lying in bed when all of a sudden, all she could feel was pain and fear. Her body trembled and whined, begging for something –anything– that would ease that pain.

Her body raised from her bed, clutching at the walls of her room in the darkness. With the flick of a shaking hand, the candles on her vanity turned on, their flames illuminating the area slightly. (Y/N) sat in front of her mirror, checking her body for any sign of a bite or scratch, for any external reason as to why her body was in excruciating pain.

But there was nothing. Nothing to explain why she felt an unbearable burning running through her veins. It was the sort of sensation that could only come from a freezing state. The scolding blaze that only the lowest temperatures could bring. She could feel it flowing across her body, no site of emergence she could determine.

There was a feeling of fear inside her that she couldn’t explain as well. It called for death, tempting closer, its breath cold against her neck. She had never been afraid of dying. It had always been a fair spirit to her. Even if it had taken her mother at a young age, (Y/N) knew that it had been for a reason. But that night, she did not understand Her intentions or why she was seeking for her soul.

She tried to keep quiet. To hold in the scream that was boiling inside her throat. She wanted to release every ounce of pain throat her throat until it hurt from the wailing. Hard as she tried, sobs and whimpers escaped her, and the groans simply slipped out.

“Is everything alright, (Y/N)?” Her best friend, Bea, walked into the bedroom, rubbing sleep off her eyes. “I can hear you struggling from the living room.”

“I don’t…,” the girl tried to speak. “I don’t know –ugh– what’s happening.”

The groaning put Bea on high alert, scuffling toward her friend in an instant. “What is it, (Y/N)?” she questioned, her hands cradling (Y/N)’s face. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” she croaked breathlessly. “It hurts everywhere.”

“Here, let’s get you to bed,” Bea cooed, wrapping her arm around her friend’s waist. She helped her to the bed, partially covering her shaking body with a blanket. (Y/N) was trembling like she was freezing, but her body was sweating as if a fever was ransacking her body. “I’m gonna scan your body, okay? Maybe that’ll tell us more about what’s happening with you.”

Bea left the room, and (Y/N) could hear her tinkering around the kitchen, gathering ingredients and items she could need. The girl stumbled in minutes later, her arms full of herbs, a mortar and pestle, a pitcher of water, a wooden bowl, and various vials that (Y/N) could not discern.

The raven-haired girl sat by the bed, placing all the ingredients and instruments on the floor. The smells from whatever paste Bea was making eased her body slightly. Scents of sage, rosemary, ginger, and moringa danced in her nose, letting her focus on something other than her hurt. The paste felt cold against her skin as Bea spread it on her arms, her chest, then her forehead, cooling everything that it touched. But it did nothing for the ache deep in her bones.

(Y/N) could hear her friend as she poured the water into the bowl, speaking an incantation she knew far too well but could not remember at that moment. Her hand governed above the liquid, turning counterclockwise with the fire-red light that left her body. Had she not been writhing in agony, she would have been so proud of how far Bea had come with her magic.

“I need your hand, (Y/N),” she said softly. Her hands took her friend’s, holding onto the index finger of her left hand. “This might pinch a little.”

In the midst of her pain, (Y/N) did not feel as Bea dug the point of a knife into her finger, letting the blood drip down the digit. What she did note was that instead of the water turning into black goo or simply a light pink, it made the liquid disappear in a small explosion.

“Well, that has never happened before,” Bea mumbled in astonishment. “I think we might have to call the High Priestess, (Y/N). I can’t explain what just happened to you.”

“NO!” (Y/N) exclaimed before she fell back with a groan. “Just stay with me. It’ll pass. Just stay with me.”

“Alright. As you wish.”

Bea sighed before ultimately crawling behind (Y/N) on the bed. She cradled her friend’s body, reciting a pain-relieving spell over the paste that covered her extremities. They stayed in that position as the night passed. As (Y/N) remained in discomfort, Bea continued comforting her as best as she could. She’d smooth down her hair, she would distract her with stories their parents used to tell them when they were younger, and she’d sing lullabies she remembered from their childhood. Everything and anything she could think of to make this unexplainable experience better for her best friend.

Hours went by, and the two friends remained in each other’s arms, and at some point, they drifted off to sleep. The rays of the sun snuck in through the windows, basking their bodies in warmth. Somehow, the night had shifted into day, and the body-shaking pain had subsided as though it had never happened.

When Bea finally awoke, she found that (Y/N) was gone from the bed. And though she worried for a second, she somehow knew that her friend had simply gone to the only place they would when the need to decompress was too high. She cleaned up the mess from the night before and headed to the river just outside the village their coven resided in.

She walked down the trail the two had traveled together many times over the years. The babbling brook had become a place of solace for both of them. When life seemed to weigh down their shoulders, they could go to the river and allow the cold water to make them feel new. It had been the only place where they could feel free. Where the eyes of some people in the coven or of the people from the town could not judge them. Whatever they were.

Bea found (Y/N)’s figure quickly. The girl was sitting by the river banks, the bottom of her white dress soaked already as her feet dipped into the water. In silence, she joined her friend’s side, a wave of relief washing over the burning in her veins. (Y/N) was alright –at least she seemed– and that was all she could ask for.

“You left so early this morning,” Bea finally sighed, breaking the silence. She took a strand of (Y/N)’s hair and ran it through her fingers, something she only did when her anxieties were getting the best of her. “I was afraid something else had happened.”

“I’m sorry to have worried you,” (Y/N) smiled. She kissed the skin of Bea’s shoulder and leaned into her friend’s touch. “But I needed some time by myself. Last night… last night was indescribable.”

“And how are you feeling now? Your complexion looks much better, I must say.”

“I feel amazing,” (Y/N) sighed contentedly. “I don’t know how to explain it. But I feel powerful. Like my magic has grown within me –if that’s even possible. I have no idea what I went through last night, but right now, I feel almost invincible.”

“Was it a magical resurgence, then?” Bea offered. “I’ve heard of them, but I never thought they would be so… violent.”

“It could have been,” she responded. “I can’t be sure. My magic does feel stronger than it has ever been. The earth around me feels like it is buzzing with excitement. As though it knows something that I don’t. Still, it has never been described this way in our books. And I’ve never heard of it happening after your twenty years of age.”

Bea sighed, her head falling slightly at the weight of the next words she spoke. (Y/N) was acting too nonchalant as to what had happened, and she was still shaking with fright from the night before. “I thought you were dying, (Y/N),” she cried. “It seemed like at any moment you would slip away from me.”

The girl turned her head to her friend, her heart breaking as she saw the tears falling down her eyes. Her hands flew to her face, her mouth kissing away the tears before they stained her skin. “I’m sorry, Bea,” (Y/N) whispered as she hugged her friend’s head close to her chest. “I would never want to scare you like that. Not willingly.”

“I don’t know what I would have done. I don’t know how I could ever go on without you by my side. I can’t lose someone else from my family.”

“Oh, my darling, Bea,” she said, her voice muddled by the black hair of her friend. “I’m right here, darling. I haven’t left. I’m right here.”

(Y/N) kept Bea close to her chest until the girl’s shaking sobs weakened. She ran her hand through the black locks of hair, calming her unsteady heart with a gentle touch. Thankful there was no one around, she kept her close to her chest, kissing the top of her head every few seconds.

“I can imagine it was scary for you as well,” Bea continued once she had calmed, her gaze suddenly more interested in her hands. “And what happened with your blood, I… at least we can rule out dark magic. But you were in so much pain, I could not bear it. Even if it did strengthen your magic now, I thought it was going to take you from me.”

(Y/N) cradled Bea’s cheek, forcing her eyes to bore into hers. “It’ll take the Great Mother herself to strike me down to take me from you,” she answered sternly. “You are my family, Bea. And I’m not planning on leaving your side.”

“Don’t speak that way of the Great Goddess,” the girl chuckled, her pale cheeks burning red. “You know the universe has a tendency to throw curveballs when you least expect it.”

“Since when do you speak in sports metaphors, Bea?” (Y/N) laughed. “The next time you come in from town, you’ll be dressing like Jean Harlow.”

“Don’t pretend like you would hate that,” she laughed. And it was such a beautiful sound that it made the woman smile brightly, the corner of her mouth stretching as far as they could. “But could you imagine what people would say if I came to the village wearing a red-silk slip dress? I’m sure I’d be run out of the coven with fire. I can already hear old Reginald telling me that a lady should always dress respectably.”

“Darling, you could be wearing a tarp over your body, and my eyes would still be on you,” she smiled. “There’s nothing that could keep me from gravitating toward you.”

Her hand rested against the skin of her cheek, tracing the curvature of her features, kissing the corner of her mouth. It was the same face she had looked at for years, and yet she never grew tired of looking at it. The way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her dazzling icy-blue eyes beamed brighter when she spoke about her dreams to become the coven’s High Priestess, the way her pink lips slightly parted when she focused on listening to someone; all the things that made her the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. The very face she could have died staring at if that was her destiny.

(Y/N) wanted to confess the love that warmed her heart whenever she was with her. But those were words that would condemn them. They would force a spotlight on them that they could not bear. Not where they lived, not in the times they lived. They were forced into silence into stolen glances and a title that was far too small for the significance of her in (Y/N)’s life.

“It’s not fair, you know,” Bea sighed after a beat of silence. “We shouldn’t have to hide this way.”

“Have you been practicing your mind-reading spells?”

“No,” she smiled. “But it’s written on your face. It’s written on us every day that passes. It’s not fair.”

“I cannot speak to fairness, Bea. But it’s the world we live in. And maybe one day it won’t be, but for now, this is the way things are,” (Y/N) said, the thread of defeat sewn into her words. “I wish I could hold your hand when we are in town, I wish I had been able to steal a kiss from you in the halls of the school. I wish I could declare to the entire world that you are by my side. That you have been and always will be more than my best friend.”

“And I wish I could give all of that to you, (Y/N). I want that for you, and I want that for me,” she said, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions. “I want the world to be okay with the way I feel for you. I want them to welcome us with open arms and understand that love can look a thousand different ways.”

“I know, Bea. But there are two secrets about us that the world can never know. Not for the time being, at least. Maybe in the next life, we’ll find each other again, and things will be different.”

“I hope so, too,” she smiled with a sigh. The river rushed rippled before them, running to meet the sea, to become part of something bigger. “You know, they call this the Bound Souls’ Bank. Have I told you the story before?”

“Only a thousand times,” Bea chuckled as she stared into (Y/N)’s eyes. “But I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.”

“Well, it’s said that a young couple met in this very river many, many, many years ago –long before even our parents were in plans to be born– a young couple met in this very river. Maybe it was by chance, pure coincidence. But many say it was fate. That it had to have been fate,” (Y/N) related. “Their paths had never meant to cross. Not in this lifetime, at least. They deemed it almost impossible for these two hearts to ever know of the other. Alas, life brought them together.

“The man had been chased to the river; not many know why. Still, he’d gotten there at the exact moment the woman had come to wash her linens. She did not know him, but she had decided to protect him that day,” she smiled at the words she said. As a beam of sunlight peeked through the trees, (Y/N) raised her head and basked in the warmth of the ray. “And the rest? Well, the rest was history.”

“They fell in love,” Bea added. “A love so intense that it defied time and space. A union people pray for but rarely get.”

“That’s right. The very founders of the village that is our home, even to this very day,” she continued. “They welcomed into the circle witches and wizards from all over the country, offering them a safe dwelling to live their lives in peace. Even opening the door to other supernatural creatures that rarely had a place in the world. And they called it New Forest Village. After the woman’s death, they named this very river in their honor as a way to say thank you. As her body burned down the stream, her soul returning to our Great Mother, they baptized the body of water. That way, no one would forget the two people who fell in love here and gifted so many with a home.”

“I wish you were my bound soul,” the onyx-haired girl admitted. “How grand would it have been if we had been that incredible love to each other?”

“It might not have been you, but you are still my soulmate, Bea. And no one can take that from us,” she offered. “And our love is not measured by whatever destiny the universe has in store for us. It is measured by what is in our hearts.”

“I guess the universe did grant us a favor, then.”

“What ever do you mean?”

“If you had been my bound soul, there would have been absolutely no one that could keep me from declaring how much I love you.”

(Y/N) pressed a chaste kiss to Bea’s lips, reveling in their softness and their warmth. Her hands snaked around her waist, needing the closeness of her body to let her know that Bea was there, right there with her. That she wasn’t a dream. She had kept quiet, but she had feared that when she had woken that morning, she had not been able to survive the night and was walking in the silence of the afterlife. The second she had seen Bea, she had wanted to believe she was wrong. But it wasn’t until she touched her that she knew she was still alive. So. Very. Alive.

“Then you will have to settle for telling it to me,” she grinned. “Whenever you feel the need to scream it out, I want you to tell it to me in any way that you desire. Through the water, through the air, the earth, or fire, darling. And I promise I will say it back.”

“You are my sun,” Bea smiled.

“My moon,” (Y/N) responded with a matching gleam.

“And all of my stars,” they said in unison.

At that moment, they swore that would be their forever. Even if they had to pretend to be friends and only friends until they were old and grey. Buried in each other’s arms was the way they were meant to live for the rest of their lives. How were they supposed to know their definitions of eternity were going to be so different?

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seventeen as a baseball team - part 2

A/N: I have had so many thoughts recently, I just had to share!

part 1 | current masterlist | fic recs

team colors are white and serenity blue, and every now and again they get ones with rose quartz accents (its my au i'll do what I want)

their team mascot is something whimsical that has a cloud and diamond theme along with it

the whole team goes absolutely nuts the first time that center fielder!Dino gets voted into the All-Star Game

When they find out, they throw an absolute rager of a party in the locker room complete with champagne showers. When the All-Star game actually happens, instead of taking vacations, the entire team shows up to the game. All of them are wearing Dino's jersey, have their faces painted, and come equipped with horns and signs all cheering for him. It is the worlds most perfect Embarrassing Dad Cheering Section™️. Dino is bright red for the entire game because he can hear them from all the way across the stadium every time he takes the field.

third baseman!Wonwoo, on the other hand, despite being incredibly good, BEGS the fans to not vote him into the All-Star Game and Home Run Derby

He just really enjoys his time off...but alas, one year the fans absolutely do not listen, and he gets voted in with flying colors. He is, unfortunately, forced to go by catcher!Seungcheol. Despite not wanting to be there at all and tired all the time, Wonwoo ends up completely blowing the competition out of the water. In his final interview after winning the All-Star Game and receiving the MVP award, he begs the fans to never do it again.

the whole team holds a fun exhibition game every year during spring training where they all scrimmage against each other

The whole game gives major Savannah Bananas vibes, as well as that one kickball episode of GoSe. They have ridiculous rules like when the other team scores a point, the team on the field has to endure a "punishment" chosen by the fans. Inflatable costumes ARE used. Synchronized rehearsed dances are a must-have and they put their whole CHESTS into it. The fans love it and look forward to it every season.

right fielder!Joshua can always be seen playing catch in the outfield with some of the younger kid fans in the stands during warm-ups

He is very sweet with all of the younger fans, and has a reputation for always taking time to sign autographs and take silly selfies. He is, also, a chaos creator. He has absolutely stolen Red Vines from a child after making a catch that almost went into the stands.

starting pitcher!Woozi will deny it until his dying day, but he absolutely did cry the first time he threw a no-hitter

The whole team went absolutely nuts for him and stormed the field. Hoshi 1000% took pictures of Woozi crying. Woozi found out and threatened to absolutely kick Hoshi's ass if he ever showed those photos to another living soul. Hoshi listened.

first baseman!Mingyu has tripped running around second base more than anyone on the team...probably more than anyone in the league

There are multiple compilations each season of him tripping over second. He swears its an accident every time and that he does not trip over the base intentionally. The team places bets at the start of the official season for how many times he does it during the regular season. Winner gets all the cash pool and first pick of dugout snacks next season.

closing pitcher!Jeonghan has always been secretive about the reason why he wanted to become a closing pitcher

He will always say he wanted to be a closing pitcher because he loves the idea of being able to hold down the lead for the team, or give them opportunities to win. Jeonghan will swear that he likes being relied on and is good under pressure (which, to his credit, is technically true). However, the actual real reason he wanted to be a closing pitcher is so he wouldn’t have to run as much.

despite being injured, catcher!Seungcheol still attends every home game

He is usually sitting in the same place in the dugout, close to where the manager usually stands. Seungcheol, despite not being the manager, is absolutely yelling directions from his crutches in the dugout. The team will often listen to him better than their actual manager. The whole team is taking bets on whether or not Seungcheol will become a coach when he retires.

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ROUND ONE - Takaya Abe (Big Windup!) VS Bakugou (My Hero Academia)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

TAKAYA ABE: "Abe takaya is simply the most jerky guy. Even when he is trying to be reassuring he is constantly yelling and frowning and then has the audacity to be surprised when ppl tell him he scares them. I didnt include any specific screenshots of it cuz i couldnt hunt any down, but he also constantly has thoughts mid game abt how stupid the other team is and how easily theyre getting played (even when hes batting horribly himself) he just thinks hes soooooo smart (which to be fair he is sometimes but. LMFAO). Plus the guy he likes the most and thinks is the coolest he constantly yells at and gives noogies to get the point through that he can be relied on, that the guys a good pitcher etc. He just loves shouting and giving noogies and frowning and glaring the guy has eyebrows that are even angry when hes smiling. Hes so perfect and such a jerk lmfao"

BAKUGOU: "he's such a fucking dick and loads of ppl love him anyways. problematic king. mans told the mc to jump off a roof and ppl STILL make soft boy edits of him. i just checked ur blog n found out he has 2 submissions already. i saw the call to action and i knew. thats how much of a dick he is. also since he's like 16 he's automatically obnoxious as fuck. i know he's gonna lose because no one who doesnt watch mha likes him but he needs to be here."

#abe takaya #bakugou katsuki #big windup #bnha #ookiku furikabutte #my hero academia #poll #you can do it.

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Dine N' Dash pt. 2

So excited to share the smutty part two to this collab with @misslavenderlady We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is such a queen and I really enjoyed working with her on this series, it was so much fun:):)

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, cunilingus, p n v sex, nipple play, first time, semi public sex

Tyler x fem reader (implied plus size reader)

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Coming to the diner with his buddies was the best decision Tyler had ever made. Back at the beginning of summer, he had fallen hard for you. The beauty who served them all lunch prepared by a short-order cook. Ever since that fateful day, he made a point to come by and get seated in your section whenever he wanted to visit and get some grub.

The two of you always shared some kind of dessert whenever he came by. Ice cream, pie, cake, whatever delicious treat was on the specials menu for the day. You both giggled and flirted over your treats and when it was time to call it a day, he promised to come by again soon.

During your off time, the two of you went on dates full of excitement and fun. Whether it was skating together at the rink or just walking side by side on the beach, Tyler had the time of his life with you.

Even if you two had only been an item for a few months, he knew he was falling in love with you. You found yourself feeling the same way. There was just something about Tyler that was absolutely enamoring. It made him incredibly easy to fall for.

You could tell he cared deeply for you. When he picked you up for dates he was a mess of compliments and adoration. He’d babble on about how pretty you were, how perfect your hair was, how amazing your outfit looked. If there was something Tyler liked about you, he never hesitated to tell you exactly how he felt.

He was such a gentleman, always offering you his jacket when it was cold out, or holding doors for you whenever you entered a building. And he always wanted your hand in his. The feeling of your fingers laced with his made you feel close to him, and you knew he felt the same. You loved kissing him. He was somehow simultaneously passionate and gentle. Like he wanted to show you how much he adored you but didn’t want to break you when he did.

Every moment you spent together was better than the last, but lately, you’d found yourself wanting even more, wanting to be even closer to him.

You had that thought on your mind when Tyler came to visit you during a graveyard shift. Today had been surprisingly quiet, as some kind of event on the opposite side of the city had lured all the patrons away. That didn't bother you though. At least the two of you could spend more time flirting.

"Can I pretty please get another coke from the most beautiful waitress in the restaurant?" Tyler cooed, holding up his empty glass.

"I'm the only waitress in the restaurant, you goof," you teased him as you poured the pitcher of soda over the cup.

While your coworkers were pretty much done for the night, you had been given the job of closing up after all the cleaning was done. Time just seemed to fly by whenever Tyler came to visit. He was also a generous tipper, but you adored him for plenty of things that had nothing to do with money.

“What you up to after this, babe?” he asked as he helped you wipe down tables. Whenever Tyler came by to see you during late shifts, he always helped you close up. You’d never ask him to clean for you, but you’d never have to.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll go over to my boyfriend’s place, and see what he’s up to,” you teased as your cheeks flushed pink.

Tyler smirked, “so this boyfriend, babe, is he cuter than me?” he asked.

Your face twisted in mock consideration. “Hmmmm~ Well I’d say you’re about the same.”

He inched closer. “Is he as good on a board as me?”

You shrugged and fought a smile. “You’re about the same.”

He moved even closer until he was standing right in front of you, his blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours.

“Is he as good at kissing you as I am?” he whispered as he leaned in. Having him so close made you sigh dreamily.

“Only one way to find out,” you whispered back before pressing your lips to his.

With just one kiss, you were already relaxing into him. He was just so warm and inviting, it made you feel incredible. The sweetness of his drink was on his lip, and it only made you want to kiss him more.

You threw your arms around his neck, completely forgetting about your cleaning duties. All you could focus on was running your fingers through his blond hair. The sunkissed locks were so soft to the touch. You found yourself twirling a strand around your finger as you kissed him deeper.

When you finally broke free for some air, you both were slightly out of breath. Kissing Tyler made you dizzy in the best way possible.

"So…" Tyler sighed. "Am I better than this boyfriend of yours?"

A snicker fell from your lips as you embraced him tighter. He was such a ham and you loved it.

"Oh he doesn't even compare to you, cutie," you teased.

Something familiar was tugging at you. A need. A want. A craving for something even sweeter than just smooches. Something that made you squeeze your plush thighs together and squirm as warmth started to build in between your legs.

He was just holding you so close and he smelled so good. That cologne he doused himself in after skating was so delicious. You wondered if he could tell what he was doing to you. Tyler sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

“For the record babe? No one compares to you either.”

You could have melted in his arms right there. He pulled back, one hand still around your waist, the other sliding up to cup your cheek and caress your skin with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he chuckled to himself in disbelief. “My pretty baby.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, what was meant to be an innocent kiss had turned into something a bit more…intimate.

“Tyler…” you breathed as you bit your lip.

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

For a moment you weren’t sure exactly what to say. Words were failing you, all because Tyler was staring at you with those gorgeous baby blues. They made you feel dizzy. You just wanted to fall into his arms and let him take you wherever he wanted.

By some miracle, you got yourself to gather the strength you needed. While still watching him with desire, you slide a hand over his chest, caressing the muscles underneath his t-shirt. He really was so sexy.

“I want...I want to do...more with you...~” you admitted.

His head tilted to the side in curiosity. Between the pose and the blond hair, it reminded you of a golden retriever. How fitting considering he was your golden boy.

“More?”

“Yes, more,” you said, cheeks growing warmer. “I wanna....do it...with you...~”

Tyler’s breath caught in his throat. Every day when he woke up he had to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming. Remind himself that you were real and you were with him.

Now with you standing in front of him, asking him for more, he struggled not to pinch himself. Visions flashed through his head of your plush thighs wrapped him, your pretty lips parted in soft moans, you hand held in his as he pressed into you. His cheeks reddened as his jeans tightened.

“Baby, you’re my whole world,” his eyes flickered back and forth as he sputtered out his feelings. “I want that too I um- I wanna make you feel really good babe.”

He laced his fingers through yours. “Wanna do that when you’re really ready, baby. Don’t wanna pressure you into anything. You’re sure you want that? With me?”

You blushed, the corners of your lips turning up in a nervous smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything Tyler.”

He could have swooned and melted into the diner’s linoleum floor right then and there. God you were perfect. And you were his.

There was a newfound hunger growing inside you. Seeing him so eager for such an idea was making you feel all warm and tingly. You brought him close so you could press your pillowy soft lips to his, moaning as your deep kiss enchanted him.

Ever the one to be good at multitasking, you untied your apron and tossed it aside while you kissed Tyler some more. One hand caressed his stubbled cheek while the other began to undo the buttons on your work dress. You wanted to give your boyfriend all of you.

"Tyler~" you sighed into his mouth. "I don't think I can wait. Please…please touch me"

The skater's cock was getting harder and harder by the second. Seeing you get so hot and bothered here and now was driving him wild. He longed for this day for so long.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned. "Right here? Right now?"

You giggled, pressing your bra-clad breasts up against his strong chest once your dress was opened up. It was always fun to get him all flustered.

"Why not? We have so many sweet memories in this diner. Let's make a very special one to add to the list~"

As you shed your dress, Tyler groaned with anticipation. “Shit babe hold on,” he reluctantly pulled away from you to lock the diner’s front door. He flipped the switch on the open sign off, killing its bright neon display. He pulled the screens down on the windows, keeping your perfect form from prying eyes.

When he’d finished he eagerly returned to you. He gripped the counter behind you, his hands on either side of your waist, boxing you in.

“God you’re beautiful,” he breathed as his mouth watered at the sight of your full chest.

His hands traveled from the counter to wrap around your waist. “Hop up for me, yeah?” he asked.

You nodded shyly as he lifted you up to seat you on top of the counter.

Tyler took the elastic of your panties between his fingers and rolled them down your legs. A blush rose to your cheeks as you were left on the counter in only your bra and Tyler stood before you fully clothed, and eyeing you hungrily.

You expected him to pull his shirt off or roll down his shorts, but your lips parted in a gasp when he instead sunk to his knees and shimmied in between your parted thighs.

Never before had you ever been so excited for something in your whole life. Your heart was pounding as you watched your boyfriend licked his lips with ravenous need. He gently pushed your knees further apart so he could fully see you.

"Fuck, look at you. Such a pretty pussy for a pretty girl~"

In that moment you opened your mouth to express how embarrassed he made you when he said such things. But you didn't get the chance. Any control of your voice was lost when Tyler dove in.

His tongue slipped from the bottom of your pussy to the very top of your clit. The shriek that came from you was so sudden and loud, showing off how utterly surprised you were.

"OoHH!" you squealed out.

"Fuck, I KNEW my girl was gonna be so yummy," Tyler said with a smirk. His lips glistened from your wetness, already making such a mess. He went back in for an even deeper taste of you. It was like watching an addiction build up within him.

“Mmm babe, how’s it feel knowing you’re the tastiest thing that’s ever been on this counter,” he spoke into you as he lapped at your folds like a man starved.

He pulled soft mews and moans from your full lips as he devoured you. His lips pressed against your clit, kissing it softly. His hands wrapped around your doughy thighs, kneading the flesh with his hands as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your thighs squeezed his head at the feeling, prompting him to moan into your sopping heat.

He moved one hand from your thigh to press two fingers into moving them in and out slowly as he continued to suck. He crooked his fingers, rubbing you in just the right place. You felt your orgasm threatening to burst out as you moaned at his repeated ministrations.

“Tyler,” you whimpered. “Gonna cum!”

“Cum on my tongue, babe. Bet you taste so sweet.”

His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed him tighter as your release soaked your boyfriend’s pretty face.

"H-Holy shit!!" you cried out. It wasn't the first time you'd orgasmed, but it was certainly the most intense one. Your legs trembled around him, the aftershocks rendering your body to a weakened state.

Meanwhile, Tyler was looking pretty damn proud of himself. He smirked playfully up at you as he slowly ran his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop. Seeing him so cocky from making you cum on his mouth was only turning you on more.

"Aww baby, look atcha. So hot and bothered and ready for more," he cooed.

The two or you watched each other carefully as he tugged his shirt over his head. Seeing his perfectly toned body and full chest of hair reminded you of how lucky you are. You had the sweetest, funniest, most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man in all of Cali as your boyfriend.

Tyler leaned over you, pressing you down against the counter more as he kissed you. The intoxicating taste of your juices was lingering on his mouth, and it made you shiver with delight being reminded of what he did to you.

Your hands traveled up his back, caressing every inch of his muscular body while he moved in closer. The thick, hardness of his erection was pressing against your bare thigh. Fuck, he was so big~

He pulled his pants and boxers off, allowing his cock to spring free. You drooled at the sight, it was pretty, just like everything else about him.

Tyler gently positioned you how he wanted before climbing over you on the counter. He took your hands in his and threaded his fingers through yours, pinning them on either side of your face. He loved holding your hands. Even now, he wanted to be close and connected to you in every way possible. It had you swooning.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your neck before moving down to pepper kisses along your chest. Still hungry for more, he sucked your nipple into his mouth as he massaged the other.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered in between smooches. “I musta been a saint in a past life to deserve an angel like you, babe.”

You gasped and arched your back into his touch. All of this pleasure had you wishing you two had done this much sooner.

“Love these perfect tits baby, they’re so soft,” he released your nipple with a pop, moving to suck the other. He moaned as he caressed you. Tyler was making it quite clear he planned on being a very giving lover to you.

“Tyler,” you mewed. “Aaahh….this feels amazing…mmmh…so good Tyler, so perfect.”

His heart leapt at your words and he felt himself harden even further. He would do anything to hear more words like that fall from your lips again. He wanted to please you, he wanted to love you, he wanted to worship you.

"I got something just for the occasion, baby," Tyler said, releasing you for just a moment in order to grab something from his pants pocket. He fished out his wallet and plucked out a foil-covered item from the inside of it.

He tore open the material, revealing a clear condom.

"Right after you and I met, I was tellin' the boys about you. Corey slipped my one of these in case I ever got lucky. I was embarrassed at the time, but now I wanna thank the guy."

You giggled at the story, amused by the others being so enthusiastic about Tyler's love life. With burning anticipation for what was to come, you watched him carefully slip on the condom, making sure it was secure. It was all really happening. You were going to go all the way with Tyler.

He smiled sweetly as he wrapped his big hands around your hips and gently tugged you closer to him. His cock was throbbing hard as it teased your entrance. Feeling the length rub against your folds but not yet enter was making you squirm.

"I'll be gentle, honey. Just lie back like a good girl and let me take care of you, okay?"

No words came from you. Just a simple nod and a soft smile. You trusted him with all your heart.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tip of him press in slowly. He bit his lip as he restrained himself from just plunging right in. You felt so warm, so wet, so tight, so absolutely perfect. He inched in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size as you stretched around him. Your hands wrapped around his back, gripping him close as he slotted himself between your legs.

“God, you feel incredible, honey. Squeezing me so tight, like you were made just for me. Mmmm can’t believe you’re mine, baby,” he moaned as he bottomed out.

You gasped at the feeling of his hips pressing against yours and his length filling you to the brim. “I am yours, Tyler. All yours completely.”

He growled at your words, leaning forward to capture your lips in his as he began to move slowly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you in long, slow strokes. You were as close as humanly possible, but you wanted to be even closer. You wanted to melt into his embrace.

"Oooooh God, yes~" you sighed out. Your head fell back, your muscles relaxing all over from the absolute bliss that he gave you.

Tyler was filling you so easily. His cock stretched and throbbed inside your cunt, rubbing every sweet spot within. Many a night had been spent with you touching yourself to the vision of what your first time with him would be like.

Safe to say it was better than anything you could have imagined.

His hand grazed over your bare skin, dancing over your body before settling on your hips. Strong fingers wrapped around you and pulled you in closer, holding you still as he fucked into you. Every time he touched you it made your heart beat faster.

"Look at you~" he moaned, rolling his hips into you. "So fuckin' gorgeous. Wanted this….mmmh..for so long~"

"Really~?" you cooed.

A newfound fire was burning in his eyes. The passion was completely taking over your boyfriend, and it only fueled your excitement more. He spoke again, his voice going lower than before.

"The day after we met I went home and stroked my dick to the thought of what we're doin' right now. I've wanted you more than anything….fuck~"

“Never wanted anything as much as I wanted you,” he breathed deeply as your orgasms built up together. “How could I not?”

You shivered at his words. “I wanted you too, Tyler. You’re so handsome, so sweet, so perfect for me.”

You cried out in pleasure as he hit your deepest sweet spot. A deep moan fell from his lips.

“Baby, you’re so amazing, I care for you, I- I love you,” he confessed as he reached his peak.

His confessions threw you over the edge, and you came all over his cock. He held you close and peppered kisses all over your face as you road out your highs together.

“I love you too, Tyler,” you said breathlessly. “I….I love you….so so much.”

He smiled blissfully as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “You make me so happy, babe. You have no idea.”

The two of you were practically swimming in the dopamine caused by your afterglow. Tyler gazed at you with such intense love and you were sure to return the look.

You held one another closely. He was snuggling up with you while you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. Every once in a while you would share a kiss with Tyler. Soft and sweet, just like him. It was pure heaven.

After a little bit of relaxation, he reluctantly pulled his softened cock out of you. He slipped the filled condom off, tying it and grabbing a nearby napkin to wrap it up before tossing it into the trash like he was throwing a basketball. It made you giggle.

"As much as I love admiring how perfect and smokin' hot you look naked and spread across the table, I can't imagine we can spend the whole night here."

That was certainly true. You let out a sigh before getting off of the surface in order to find where you had discarded the work dress.

"I gotta clean up the mess we made before we head out, baby~"

Tyler’s lip turned up in a half smile. “In that case, let me help you, honey.”

You blushed and thanked him as you pulled your dress back on, sliding the buttons back into place. Tyler pulled on his shorts, electing to forgo his shirt, much to your delight. He picked up a cloth and spray bottle and began to wipe down the counter. You joined him, your own rag in hand.

He kissed you in between lazy swipes at the counter. Since you’d told him you loved him, a soft smile had been etched onto his handsome face, and his newfound joy didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

After a while, you were left with a sparkling clean counter top and a fully clothed boyfriend. He slipped an arm around your waist as you headed out the front door, switching off the light and locking up as you left.

He pulled you towards his car. “You taking me home?” you asked.

“Actually,” he said, “Was kinda hoping I could take you to my home? If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Already thinking about round two, baby? You’re insatiable,” you giggled.

He gave you his boyish grin in return. “I just can’t get enough of you, honey,”

Tyler kissed you as he held the car door open for you to slide in. This really had been a perfect night.

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈)

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» Part 2 [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This was initially parts 1 and 2, but I decided to combine them. [ SYNOPSIS ] Summer is approaching and you desire to attend class like a good student is dwindling. You decide to ditch class and soak up the sun (okay, Sheryl Crow), but end up face-to-face with star pitcher, Zeke Yeager, who has similar plans. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.8k [ CONTENT ] High school AU, cigarettes, poor school attendance, Grisha's a shitty dad, and you have to ride a bike up a steep ass hill.

“Wait, so you’re really going to ditch?” Pieck asked.

She was always unimpressed with your life choices though her judgment did little to stop you. You haphazardly tossed your physics textbook in your locker and slammed it shut.

“It’s Friday. What could I possibly miss?”

Pieck sighed. “I don’t know, a pop quiz?”

“A pop quiz? I don’t think I’ve ever had a pop quiz in my academic career.”

“We’ve definitely had them.”

“Okay, but who actually calls them that? It’s not like we live in a John Hughes movie.”

You both headed down the hall, towards the back of the school. It was the easiest way to escape the campus. All the other openings were patrolled by the one lazy campus cop that spent his time harassing students for no good reason.

“I guess this is where we part then,” Pieck muttered. “I’ll let you know if you miss anything…”

She wandered off, angry you’d be letting her suffer in physics class all alone.

“Sorry!” You waved, hoping she’d turn around. But she never did.

You pushed through the double doors and relished in the sunlight kissing your skin. It was 90 degrees but a cool breeze tempered the heat. A perfect day in June.

You looked around, not a soul in sight. You crept past a couple beige portables the school built three years ago.

“… I thought portables were supposed to be temporary,” you mumbled under your breath once you cleared the area.

“They just tell us that to placate us.”

You whipped around to see star pitcher and general nuisance, Zeke Yeager, laying down in the grass. He was wearing his cream colored fitted baseball pants; the knees strained with brown dirt. He wore a tight white t-shirt tucked into his pants with a black belt. He sat up, and lit a cigarette. He adjusted his glasses, and looked you up and down.

“Don’t you have class?” He took a long drag and exhaled the smoke in your general direction.

“I could easily ask you the same thing.”

“Feel free.”

“Don’t you have cl—”

“Oh yeah, I had physics but I decided to skip it today. Do I really need to learn about gravity if I already deal with it everyday?”

You gave him a quizzical look. He could not have been this dense. His grey eyes met yours; his gaze was intense.

“I’m kidding.”

You stood around awkwardly. Part of you wanted to peace out and let this talking ashtray go back to laying on the field. But the other part was transfixed by his demeanor.

“I figured. You don’t look that stupid,” you said.

“What class are you ditching?”

You dropped your backpack and sat next to Zeke, making sure to keep some distance from him. He was cute and it made you woefully nervous.

“Anatomy.”

“Lame. I would’ve ditched too.”

Zeke was notorious for his shitty attendance. He was perpetually ten minutes late. And he ditched class whenever he felt like it. No one gave him any shit though because he was on the baseball team. Your high school followed the classic rule: athletes can basically do whatever the fuck they want so long as they don’t fail their courses.

That was something Zeke never needed to worry about. He was intelligent, one of the smartest boys in your class. He had never gotten a single F in his life. You only knew this because people tended to talk about him in the halls. He wasn’t popular by any means, but everyone knew him. He was the best pitcher on the team. He frequently got caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. He got invited to all the parties.

“What class would you not ditch?” You questioned.

He lit another cigarette with the cherry end of his previous one.

“I don’t know. I like lit and film a lot.”

Your jaw dropped.

“I wanted to get into that class so bad!”

He snickered. “What did you get instead?”

“… Multicultural lit. Also known as, let’s read books from Western European countries because that’s so multicultural. I fail to recognize how reading a bunch of books by old white men is multicultural in any sense.”

“Are you implying white men operate under a universal culture?”

“And if I am?”

He took a drag. “You’re a genius.”

Your face grew hot. No one had ever called you a genius before, jokingly or not.

“Th—thanks.”

“Yeah, most of my teammates got into lit and film pretty easy, but you know… Privilege.”

You couldn’t hide your distaste. “It’s bullshit.”

“Oh, no! You’re absolutely right. I assure you I am the only one in there that knows we have a 12 page paper on Rashomon due next week.”

You threw your hands up in the air. “See! I want to write an essay on Kurosawa!”

He laughed. “You can write mine, if you want.”

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Ew, no.”

He playfully elbowed you in the ribs.

“I figured it was worth a shot. You want one?”

He offered you a cigarette. It was one of those weird brown ones, no filter. You’d only smoked once at a party. You had chugged three light beers and decided to bum one off of a rando. A menthol. It didn’t vibe with your lungs to say the least.

But for whatever reason, you said, “Sure.”

He handed you one and you were puzzled. You examined both ends, not sure which one you should light.

“Here,” he said softly.

He plucked the cigarettes from your hands and held it to your lips. His face was so close to yours, you thought you would die right then and there. You parted your lips and accepted the cigarette. He held a lighter to the end.

“Inhale,” he commanded.

You did and immediately coughed.

“Shit, my throat,” you choked out.

He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, smiling like a proud father.

“Feels good, right?”

“Hardly.” You took another drag and coughed.

“Are you trying to look cool for me, kiddo?”

“No,” you gasped.

He squeezed your shoulder and then proceeded to take the cigarette from you.

“You’re too pretty to smoke anyway.”

“And you aren’t?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?” you parroted back.

He blushed. “It didn’t imply it so much as directly admit it,” he laughed.

“What the fuck is going on here? Yeager, don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

It was the campus cop. You panicked. You weren't a little miss perfect type, but you would be grounded for a month if you got caught cutting class. The cop was far off enough that you could maybe make a break for it. You stared at the gate in the distance. You were fast. And Zeke was an athlete so running should be easy for him. The cop began to lumber towards you both.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, sneakily putting your backpack on.

“What?”

The cop was cresting the hill. You were running out of time.

“Let’s,” you stood up, “go!”

You grabbed Zeke by the wrist and dragged him upright.

“Where?”

You pointed at the gate.

“C’mon, baseball boy, I’m not trying to go to baby jail.”

You both ran towards the gate. You prayed for freedom. You looked back at the cop and finally reached your original location. He stood confused and shouted, “Yeager! Where you going, dude?!”

“Dude?” you panted. You don’t know what possessed you to speak while running for your life.

“Yeah, he tries to act like we’re cool. It’s odd.”

You stopped once you reached the gate. You slid through the opening and ended up in a residential area. You were both catching your breath when you noticed you were still holding onto him.

“Oh fuck, my bad.”

“Huh?” He looked down at his wrist. “Oh! Ha, you’re fine. I didn’t mind your gorilla grip. I doubt I would’ve ran that fast on my own. I am in sandals.”

He gestured towards his feet, he was in fact wearing Birkenstocks and white gym socks.

“Well, now what?” you pondered.

You examined the row of tract homes, some more derelict than others. Most of the windows were busted in leaving the sidewalk glittered with broken glass. You dragged your foot across the shards, relishing in the noise of it cracking under your weight.

Zeke stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “I’m gonna head home. I wanna nap before practice.”

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

You were hoping you would go on some sort of adventure together. Maybe grab burritos. Talk more about Kurosawa films. Smoke his fancy cigarettes. Maybe even rest your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m not doing anything after. We might be going kind of late tonight, but if you’re free we should meet up.”

“Really?!” You adjusted your tone so you didn’t sound so eager. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on so sure.”

“Cool. Here.” He handed you his phone. “Add your number.”

You added your number to his contacts list.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, handing his phone back to him.

“Not sure, but you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He punctuated the sentence with a wink and walked off.

You sighed and decided to head home. You were a latchkey kid so it’s not like anyone would be waiting for you. Halfway through your journey your phone vibrated multiple times in rapid succession. You checked it and saw messages from an unknown number:

you’re not gonna be one of those gorgeous girls that ghosts me, right? sorry that sounds so pathetic. promise i’m not one of those guys that get butthurt over a girl i’m looking forward to hanging out lol SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death.

Ghosting Zeke did cross your mind, mostly because you wanted to beat him to the punch. You found it hard to believe he wanted anything to do with you. It wasn’t a lack of confidence on your part; you knew you were hot shit. Simply put it all felt absurd, too idyllic. Meet up with him after baseball practice? Ha, sure.

But to your surprise you got a series of texts.

SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death. WAS THAT INAPPROPRIATE TO SAY? i feel like it was. was it weird? 😂 hella weird but it's okay for the record that emoji was ironic sure it was. is 8 too late? ... i take it back. i rhymed. we can’t hang out. sorry ⚰️

You opted to call him. The phone rang for what felt like forever

“He would be the type to not answer his—”

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hi! Uh,” you spat out in a panic.

Words were a foreign concept. You hadn’t thought about what you’d say after he answered the phone. You weren’t much of a planner evidently.

“Is 8 too la—Nope, not doing it again. Does 8 work for you?”

You smiled at him avoiding the rhyme. His voice radiated pride.

“Nope. I’m not some baby.”

“Never said you were one, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? Really?”

“I said what I said.”

Could he be anymore obnoxious? You shook your head. He probably could.

You sighed. “Whatever. What do you wanna do?”

“Can you ride a bike?”

You paused. “… Yes.”

“Do you have one?”

You thought hard. Your mom had a beat up, turquoise fixed gear she kept in the garage but you couldn’t even remember the last time you rode a bike.

“Yeah, I have my mom’s.”

“Cool. I’ll drop a pin. See you soon, beautiful.”

He hung up before you could even comprehend a word he said. You looked down at your outfit. You felt anything other than beautiful. You got off your bed and walked over to your closet. You eyed a floral-print sundress but shook your head. You barely knew him! It had only been a few hours since you last saw him. You never put this much thought into stuff like this, so why start now? You had every reason in the world to be confident.

But alas, you remained self-conscious. Plagued with insecurity and teenage woe.

“Try hard,” you murmured.

Nothing looked particularly appealing. You were embarrassed it crossed your mind to look cute for Zeke.

“Gross. If anything I should look uglier.”

You decided not to change your outfit. There was no reason to overthink it. You were going biking with the guy and it’s not even like it was a date. He just asked you to hang out in a very flirtatious way.

You ran downstairs and crept into the garage to grab your mom’s bike. As you managed to free it from the closet you knocked over the recycling bin.

“Sweetie, is everything okay out there?”

You panicked. She wouldn’t mind you taking her bike, nor would she mind you going out on a Friday night. But you couldn’t bear the thought of telling her you were going to meet up with a boy. You hit the switch and opened the garage door.

“Yup. Yes. 100%.” You grimaced as you exited. “I’ll be home late. I’ll text you if I die or something.”

“Sounds good.”

And off you went.

You biked to the spot Zeke told you to meet him at. The whole thing felt kind of shady the more you thought about it. It didn’t help that he essentially had you scaling a hill. You knew by the time you got to the top you’d be sweaty. The only thing that kept you sane was knowing he’d likely be gross from baseball practice.

“Fuck,” you panted. “This is so not cool. I can’t believe I let this shithead convince me—”

“Hey there!”

You dropped your concentration for a brief moment and glanced up to see Zeke. He waved manically, clearly hamming it up for you. Typical boy nonsense.

“You’re so close! You can do it!”

You finally reached the top of the hill and leaned your mom’s bike down on the ground. You sat down on the curb and tried to catch your breath.

“Hi,” was all you could cough out.

Zeke sat down beside you. He was still in his baseball uniform. He draped an arm around you, giving you a little squeeze.

“Nice bike!”

“Thanks,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. Shockingly he didn’t reek. He smelled like a pleasant combination of peppermint Altoids and additive-free tobacco.

“If I had known you’d be rolling up on a Bianchi I would’ve had us meet on flat land. You could’ve hopped on the back of mine.”

He leaned his head on top of yours. You typically weren’t such a touchy person but something about Zeke leant himself to human contact. It felt natural, like it was always meant to be like that. His blonde hair felt like velvet up against your cheek.

“The view is worth it though, right?” he asked, expectantly.

There was a hint of worry, maybe even desperation to his tone. You stared out at the suburbs, which soon gave way to the city. The lights seemed endless, rows and rows of yellow and white pinpricking the darkness. Suburbia was never very attractive in any sense of the word, but he was right. The view was nice; it had been worth it.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. How was practice?”

He sighed deeply.

“I’m the only person that showed up on time. No one else had their shit together. My catcher was somehow hungover even though it was a Friday afternoon and he’s barely 18. I got a ball thrown at my ass. My thumb feels weird. And my dad forgot to pick me up… Again.”

“Wow. Uh.” You struggled to find words that would console him.

“Sorry. It was not a good day to say the least.”

“No, no, I’m sorry. It sucks when you’re the only one that gives a shit.”

“No, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“Kiddo?” you said, voice dripping with disdain.

“See! Sorry for calling you kiddo. Look at all the things I have to apologize for.”

You stared at him in disbelief. He gave you a little cat-like smirk. His grey eyes might as well have been sparkling. He knew he was charming. Boys like him were always the most beguiling. They were the ones you needed to keep an eye on, to keep at an arm’s length.

And yet, here you were with him, staring out into a vast expanse of human civilization with barely any space between you two.

“Apologies accepted then. But in all seriousness, I’m sorry your evening was shit. How did you end up getting home?”

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“I walked,” he said, coolly.

“Far?”

He took a long drag and let the smoke drift out of his mouth.

“Few miles.”

“Well, you seem to be o—”

“I had… all my gear. I told him where to meet me. It’s not like he was clueless.”

“I—”

“But of course he tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. His logic was, ‘It wasn’t a game.’ As if the issue was him not witnessing me play.”

You quickly realized he needed someone to merely listen to him. By look on his face you could tell people didn’t tend to lend him an ear when he needed to vent.

Zeke continued. “It’s... One second I convince myself I don’t care. And then the other… I don’t know.”

You desperately wanted to find the words to make him better. You hated to see anyone in such dire straits.

“I’m sorry your dad is such a fuck.”

He guffawed. “Understatement of the year. I wish I could return him.”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Return to sender.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and mimicked a call. “Hey, grandpa, yeah, it’s Zeke. Can you take Grisha back?”

“He’s broken; it doesn’t father properly,” you snickered.

“Listen, I know he’s your son but he’s worthless.”

“Every day he finds new ways to disappoint everyone.”

“We thought ruining his first marriage would’ve taught him to do better but here we are.”

“Please take back this ugly man you call your son.”

He snorted. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s slow down. I do kind of look like him.”

You stared blankly at him. “All the more reason to stand by what I said.”

You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, fuck, kiddo. You’re too much.”

You punched his arm.

“We’re the same age, aren’t we? You have no reason to call me that.”

“It’s ironic. That’s charming, right? You’re into irony.”

You took a good look at him. He was right; you did have an affinity for irony.

“Charming? You? Ha!” you scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I’m a delight. People love me.”

“Psh.”

Again, he was right. He was endearing, easy to talk to. There was a reason everyone at school knew him. The teachers adored him and sang his praises. Girls whispered about him in the locker room. But oddly enough he wasn’t one of the “popular kids”. People talked about Zeke but they never talked to him. They treated him more as an idea, a concept, rather than a person.

“I’m a treat. You will never convince me otherwise.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t bother. It’d be fruitless,” you said.

“So you’re admitting that I’m charming?”

“I guess.”

A smug expression crept upon his face. If you could’ve taken back those two words, you would have.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said in a singsong voice.

Your eyes widened and your face grew warm. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Wow! Look at us! Two charming friends!” you called out nervously.

Idiot. You didn’t want to be friends! You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, call you kiddo even though it annoyed you, kiss you under the fucking stars! You cursed your mouth for betraying you. It crossed your mind to toss out a casual “jk” but you froze.

However the comment didn’t seem to bother Zeke.

“You know I can’t remember the last time someone actually called me their friend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How embarrassing is that.” He adjusted his glasses; clearly a nervous habit.

“I’ve heard more embarrassing things.”

He smiled. “Oh, good.”

“I don’t have many friends either, if it makes you feel better. I mean, other than Pieck I’m a bit of a loner.”

“I know, it never made sense to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ, was he trying to kill you with kindness?

You laughed nervously. “I think people think I’m a bit of bitch or standoffish. I could probably be friendlier.”

“Fuck that.” He lit another cigarette. “Want one?”

You shook your head.

He continued. “Being friendly is overrated. People take advantage of that. Plus you’re hardly bitchy. You just listened to me whine about my daddy issues. You’re a saint if anything.”

Again, he was laying it on thick. Calling you a saint was borderline too much to take.

“You have to stop. I’m gonna die if you keep gassing me up like this.”

He coughed. “Fine. You’re gross. The worst. I never want to see you and your nasty ass again.”

“There we go.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder again. The more you thought about his behavior it became clear he didn’t get much affection, platonic or otherwise. You still had an inkling he had a crush on you. But you decided to focus more on being a friend, someone he could come to. You knew a girlfriend could do those things, but romance seemed trivial. He didn’t need a love interest; he needed a buddy.

You were ripped away from your thoughts as you heard a faint vibration.

“Ugh. It’s my dad.”

Zeke got up and answered his phone.

“What?!” he shouted.

He wandered off. You could hear him arguing in the distance. Part of you wanted to run up and grab his phone and tell his dad off. But that would’ve been absolutely bonkers. You looked out at the view and tried to think about other things.

“Whatever. Bye.”

You heard footsteps behind you and the flicker of a lighter.

“What happened?” you asked; your voice filled with concern.

He stared at you. His grey eyes were lifeless.

“I gotta go.”

“Oh, okay,” you said with a frown.

“But I had fun. Thanks for hanging out with me. Are you gonna get home okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t live too far from here.”

You both stood in silence, staring at your shoes. Neither of you wanted to go home.

“Can I… escort you home?”

“Sure?”

His eyes lit up and he tossed his lit cigarette into the street. You prayed it didn’t start a fire.

“Cool! Let’s go!”

He picked up his bike and mounted it. You did the same.

“Race down the hill? I know it’s steep, but it’ll be fun,” he said with a goofy, boyish grin.

You usually weren’t reckless as grievous bodily harm was anything but appealing, but you said fuck it.

“Ladies first!” And with that you sped down the hill.

“Cheater!” Zeke shouted as he trailed after you.

Needless to say, you won the race.

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