#Always give me starters ♥

[nahoney22]

Hi ! I hope you're alright ♥ Thanks for all the content you create ! Can I ask you a request ? A headcanon for the Bad Batch for her first time with a F!Reader (experienced or not, as your wish !). Something very shy and soft ? Especially for Echo and Crosshair... (for the others too, but them both in particulary. They need someone to trust completely). Thanks in advance and I hope that don't bothering you !

Soft Starters***

(First Time With the Bad Batch)

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: NSFW so minors be gone. soft smut, virgin batchers, swearing, mentions of sex (p in v ), some oral (batcher receiving) but not in great detail, comfort and fluff, both shy reader and batchers in some parts. Not proofread so if you see spelling errors I don’t care hehe

authors note: very sorry about the delay my lovely @wenalena, hope you enjoy 💜

NSFW under the cut

Echo

He knew this moment was going to come soon or later and he couldn’t thank the stars enough that it was with you. Yet, even after mentally preparing himself he was still a bag of nerves when you entered the room.

The pair of you had been dating for a while and when the moment came to get intimate, his fingers began to tremble which was seemingly obvious as you felt his nerves as he takes - or attempts - to remove your bra.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” You look over your shoulder at him, catching the alarmed look in his eyes.

“Yes,” he rasps, gulping, “just struggling with the hooks,” he mutters and tries to get back to the task at hand but you move to face him and give him a doubting look.

“Echo, we don’t need to do anything if you’re not ready.”

Your words had him stunned and admittedly he’s a little embarrassed that he wasn’t as suave as he would’ve liked. “I am. Trust me.”

You tilt your head, humming in soft amusement as your hand raises and cups his cheek as you both sit comfortably on the bed, “Is this your first time?”

“Yeah.” He admits after a few seconds of unsure thoughts but judging by the look on your face, he was in good hands.

“Well then,” you move onto your knees, hands placing to his shoulders as you gently push him back on the bed and crawl over the top of him, “let me show you how it’s done.”

He’s in awe, heart racing and frozen as your lips trail down his bare chest, not even caring about the prosthetics.

His prosthetics had always been a hinderance to him since his accident and when he met you, you didn’t bat an eyelid at it. You never questioned his legs, his arm, his head, back and chest - just nothing. You accepted him for who he was and that’s all he wanted.

“O-o-oh stars,” he moans the second your warm lips come into contact with his length. Yeah, he could get used to this.

He’s a gentle lover but you knew if he wanted to, he could rock your galaxy if you said the word. He holds you close, eyes trained on your face at all times as if you’re the only thing that matters in that moment all the while he is rutting his hips against you that had you crying out his name in pure delight.

Hunter

When you heard that Hunter was a virgin you’re pleasantly surprised. Surprised that someone as gorgeous as him had never got any action and surprised when he said that he was waiting for ‘the one’.

So as you lay under him, his lips trailing up and down your feverish skin, your heart is full at the realisation that you were the one he was waiting for.

“So pretty.” He breathes against the skin of your neck yet there is a tinge of shakiness to it.

“Are you sure you want this? With me?”

Your words have him pulling back to, his brown hues staring adoringly down at you. “It feels like I’ve waited forever and a day for someone like you. So yes, I’m ready if you are.”

With a gentle nod of confirmation followed by a soft kiss to his lips, the gasp that leaves Hunters mouth as he finally breached your entrance is almost sinful to hear.

You’re gazing up at him, watching how all the tension he holds on his face and shoulders from being a Sergent to a group of rogue clones on the run finally fades. “This…” he sighs through gritted teeth, “is amazing. You feel amazing.” His motions are slow and steady, savouring every moment he can. Non surprisingly, he is a natural at this.

Wrecker

Wrecker loved the idea of being someone’s first but was always slightly nervous if the moment came and it was the other way round. Which it did. With you.

He knew you had experience as you had mentioned past partners to him and the others which he didn’t at all mind. But as he’s kissing you, hands touching all over your body from your breasts to your thighs and other parts, you could feel the tension on his tongue.

“You’re tense Wrecker, are you okay?” You whisper against his lips, your hands caressing over his bare, defined and stunning muscles.

“Yeah baby,” for someone so loud, his whispers are almost silent, “I’m… I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

A smile graces your lips, “Oh Wrecker, you’d never hurt me.”

“W-what if I crush ya? What if I’m too rough?” He pulls back a little, his eyes closing and for a moment he’s almost ashamed that his stature could get in the way of one of the most peaceful and loving moments of his life.

“Sweetheart,” you cup his cheek, thumb grazing over the scarred skin, “you could never hurt me. But, if you’re worried I can always go on top.”

His eyes open, stunning eyes searching yours. “Uh, are you sure?”

“One hundred per cent, handsome.” You grin and in a second his lips have crashed back down to yours all the while he flips you both over so he’s now on his back and you’re laying on top of him, his length pressed hard to your stomach. “You ready for this?”

That wave of anxiety vanished in a second the moment he saw you from above, a true vision of beautiful. He nods enthusiastically and as you sheathed down on his cock, he almost faints. What you didn’t expect was that Wrecker… could go on for hours.

Tech

Tech was actually very prepared for his first time. Granted, he never sought out for this type of connection with anyone but when he had fell for you it isn’t long until he is doing research on how to impress a lover.

“I believe that the cleanliness of the room and the lightning is the perfect ambience for this evening.” Tech had gone out of his way, saving up credits to book a night away from the ship with you and as he inspected the room, you could only chuckle.

“Tech, it’s going to be perfect regardless.”

“I sincerely hope so. Though I can not promise amazing results as I have never done anything like this before.” He pushes his goggles up his nose, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart and hot cheeks as he spots you unloading your travel bag, eyes trained on some very… alluring underwear.

You look up at him and smile softly. “Like I said Tech, it’ll be perfect.”

Later that evening after a lovely night of looking at the stars, Tech has taken your hand and led you from the balcony to the bed before bestowing you with words of affirmation and gentle touches.

Though, he is rigid, mind reeling with every step he should be taking which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Relax, Tech. Do what feels right. I know you probably researched all this but do what you think is natural.”

He chuckles lightly, “how could you possibly know I have researched such a wonderful moment?”

“Because I know you.” You kiss his cheek, allowing him to pull your top up from over your head and of course, your enticing under garments were on show.

“You’re beautiful,” he praises, laying you down gently and leaning over you, “I can not wait to share this moment with someone like you.”

Not to be course, but it was obvious he was a very quick learner.

Crosshair

Despite his tough and stone cold demeanour, you managed to bring out a soft side to him.

Despite the fact his lips are harsh on yours, fingers biting into your hips as he has you pushed up against the wall and swallowing your needy moans, underneath it all, Crosshair was very nervous.

“Crosshair, I need you. Please.” You utter to his lips, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you through the deserted ship.

“I know,” he kisses your lips, eyes knitted tightly shut and as he lays you down and starts to make work at your pants. But as you sit up and watched him in anticipation, your brows furrow as you see his complexion go a little bleak and his fingers trembled at the buttons to your pants.

“Hey,” you sit up and reach across to him, taking his trembling hands into yours, “is this your first time?”

“Is that a problem?” His tone is sharp. Abrupt. Very him.

“No,” you shake your head quickly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “but you seem nervous. We don’t have to do this.”

Crosshair closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, pulling away from you completely and sat on the edge of the bunk with his head in his hands.

“Cross?” You sit up with him, placing a tender hand to his thigh. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not though is it? How can I pleasure you at all when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing?” He grunts, agitated at himself at the fear of not being able to please you.

In all honesty, you’re a little dumbfounded. Since meeting Crosshair you just assumed he was experienced. His kisses were like fire and his touch were bone-tingling so naturally, you just assumed he had done something in the past. “Look at me.”

Slowly, he lifts his head and looks to you, eyes searching and pleading for that security he secretly needed. “Let’s do this together, yeah? Do whatever you think is right.”

He swallows the saliva that pools in his mouth and silently nods his head, his hands coming to your waist and moving you into his lap. You don’t kiss, just longing stares that shouted a thousand words. You’re undressing each other until you’re both skin to skin and Crosshair gasps as he feels you manoeuvre your hand down to his length, gently pumping along his warm and velvet skin.

He whispered your name but not to ask you something, not to tell you anything, just simply for the sake of saying it.

“I’ve got you, Cross.”

The second he feels you slide down onto him, his head slumps forward and into your neck. His hands are on your back, holding you close as he tries to control his breathing at the incredible sensation of you. “Fuck, that’s…” he doesn’t finish off what he’s saying, all words jumbled as you softly kiss the side of his head, biting your lip as you slowly rise and fall against him.

The first time with him he’s quiet aside from the soft whimpers. But what he takes from that experience is that he had never felt so secure and loved. Your pupils of lust burned in his mind every night, even when you lay by his side. It takes a few times for him to be more vocal, gaining a confidence that was hidden away.

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[tojisbbg]

♥ 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♥

❝there's nothing you could do or say, i can't escape the way i love you. i don't want to, but i love you❞

♡ manjiro sano ♡

a/n: back at it again with the sad mikey shit :p

content: bonten arc!mikey x timeleaper!reader (y/n), angsty (lol as usual), hurt with comfort (yay!), mentions of suicide and suicidal talk, enemies to lovers (?), mikey just needs some love bruh, not edited as always. 

...

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” you screamed in fury, drenched in blood that was mostly not yours. you walked inside the living room of the very expensive penthouse you resided in along with eight other men. you saw the silver haired male sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, unhinged from your loud outburst. 

“you’re staining the carpet.” mikey brashly commented, watching the blood drip down your body and form puddles on the floor and getting on the carpet. this only made your blood boil even more, you were trying to have a serious conversation with him about how your whole team just got annihilated and he cares about the damn carpet??

“i called you at least fifty times to give me backup, there was a fucking bomb explosion you shit for brains! everyone is dead and i would’ve been dead too if i didn’t go out for my smoke break.” your voice trembled, tears welling in your eyes that threatened to spill in front of the emotionless man in front of you. the sight from earlier was horrific, screams from people you worked with being heard, blood and guts flying everywhere. 

it was something you’d see in a horror film. 

“tough luck for them. go take a shower and clean your mess up.” he ordered, gulping down the red wine in the glass in one go before heading towards the grand staircase. 

“do you- are you not at least feel a little bit of remorse? they died because the people they counted on let them down. they’re dead for fuck's sake, manjiro!” you bellowed at his back, quickly wiping away the tears that accidentally slipped out. mikey turned around, giving you a bitter smirk as he inched closer to you, making you take a few steps back. 

“should i go there? use my magic powers to bring them back to life? should i, y/n?” mikey sarcastically asked, mockingly batting his eyes. 

“that’s not wh-”

“then what the fuck do you want me to do, huh?!” this time, he was the one screaming in your face, a vein popping in his neck. your eyes widened, throat becoming dry as this was the first time that he raised his voice at you. 

both you and mikey disliked each other, never once getting along with each other. for starters, you hated him for how he disregarded izana’s death, treating your best friend’s name as some kind of taboo thing to be said around the house. not to mention that he stole izana’s whole look, making your hatred even worse towards him as you couldn’t help but mistaken mikey for izana at times. 

you, too, died on the day izana was shot. however, it wasn’t on the scene, as kisaki and hanma took you down before you could even reach the place. next thing you know, you’re ten years into the future in some abandoned alleyway. 

after figuring out your situation, you did some digging and research to find kakucho. you later did, as the wanted posters plastered all over the city gave it away. kakucho was ecstatic to see his old friend once again and begged mikey to have you join bonten. at first, the short little smurf strictly declined, not wanting to add in another member of tenjiku inside bonten. 

to be fair, you didn’t wanna join bonten either. you were tired of living as delinquent and jumping from gang to gang. you wanted to live a simple life, in a small apartment, work a nine to five job and have a cat. 

but things didn’t go as you planned. 

“they had families too. parents, wives and kids. those people deserve to know what happened to their loved one because of you.” you tried to reason. 

“i’ll have koko send out a message to their families.” mikey bluntly answered, making your jaw drop from how absurd he could get. 

“a message? you think that the life of their loved one, who’s now gone, is worth just a message?” you questioned, shocked and refusing to believe that what your ears were hearing was a lie. 

“look, i don’t have time for this shit. if you wanna have a sappy little group therapy session or something for them, then do it on your own time as you please. i’m leaving.” mikey harshly spoke, his voice laced with agitation.

“what if it was sanzu? ran, rindou, koko or even kakucho. what if i was in there, mikey?” you spoke, but your words came out as a whisper, yet it rang loud in mikey’s ear. 

“as i said, tough luck.” he spat out before turning his heels, walking away to his room. 

“you fucking piece of shit! yeah, go crawl into your little hell-hole like you always do.” you bitterly said, yet none of the words faltered him as he continued to take the steps upstairs. 

“y/n?” you heard the familiar worried voice behind you, turning around to be met with the scarred man who had the haitani brothers trailing behind him. you broke down into tears, stepping a little back to make sure that he doesn’t touch you and get blood all over him. 

“what’s wrong, are you hurt? you’re covered in blood! let me see, y/n.” kakucho sternly said, walking closer to you. 

“no, your clothes will get ruined.” you sniffled, making him scoff as he pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his body comforting your conflicting feelings. 

“it’s okay, y/n. everything will be okay.” gentle fingers stroked your back soothingly, as you drenched kakucho’s suit with blood and tears. 

“they’re all dead! it’s all because of me and that stupid little shit. i couldn’t save them, kaku.” you choked on your tears, shoving your face deeper into his chest. kakucho let out a heavy sigh, hugging you tightly. 

“you did everything that you could, y/n. you know it, i know it, the whole world knows that. stop blaming yourself.” he calmly responded, but you shook your head in denial. 

“no, if mikey sent backup, they would’ve been alive now.” your hand clutched onto his button-up, feeling your knees growing weak. 

“you know we can’t go over the boss’ orders, y/n.” kakucho gave you a sad smile as you peered above, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears. 

“i hate mikey.” 

“come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

---

it’s been about a week since the incident, kakucho ordered you to take a small break to recover and get your mental state back in check. over the course of week, the executives were pretty busy and were rarely seen at home, sometimes too tired to even make it back home and they ended up sleeping at headquarters. 

strangely enough, after that whole argument you had with mikey, you haven’t crossed paths with him this entire week. to which you didn’t complain, it’s not like you wanted to see him either. 

“you guys heading out early again?” you chewed on one of the waffles kakucho prepared for everyone, hearing him hum in response. 

“yup, the haitani’s haven’t been home for like a week and i don’t think they could come back until next week. koko’s been buried under paperwork too, but i forced him to go sleep at home last night. he should be heading out an hour or so after me though.” kakucho explained, making you groan in annoyance. 

“that means it’s me and this huge empty house once again. it’s so boring!” you whined, making him chuckle as he squished your cheeks. 

“you got mikey.” he answered, which wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like you both liked each other. 

“are you kidding? him being home and not is the same thing. hey, how about i come to work and help you guys out. you know, so that we all can finish early and come home sooner and be happy! teamwork makes the dreamwork you know.” you gave kakucho the best puppy eyes you had, only to be flicked on the forehead as you winced in pain. 

“nice try, but no. stay home and rest up, also, check up on mikey. i know you don’t like him, but he’s going through a lot right now. you know that today’s izana’s death anniversary, right?” kakucho softly spoke, making you quiet down as you nodded. 

“of course i know, i’ve been trying to forget it though. it still makes me sad, you know?” you let out a heavy sigh. 

“mikey’s younger sister, emma, died on the same day as izana. his older brother’s death anniversary was last week as well. mikey needs someone, y/n. we tried to warm him up, but every year, he pushes us away. it’s your turn.” kakucho gave your a small smile, watching you in concern at the same time as you tried to process this new information he just spewed out at you. 

“how is he still alive? after losing so many people like that, i would’ve killed myself.  i mean, in all honesty, i was in a really dark place after izana died. i don’t think i’d even be here without you, kaku.” you said, an overwhelming feeling of sadness coming over you from hearing that about mikey. 

no wonder why he’s so cold, sad, mad and lonely all the time. he’s still coping, even after all these years. 

“he’s going through that now, so be his kakucho. i’m running late, so i’ll head out soon. i’ll message you later.” he ruffled your hair before untying his apron and heading up to his room. 

soon after kakucho left, you decided to hang around the living room area and watch some tv. koko woke up soon and ate brunch, to which you accompanied him as you both gossiped together, giggling like a bunch of sassy teenagers. you bid the long silver haired male goodbye, locking the door behind you as you glanced at your phone. 

it was almost three in the afternoon and there was pretty much no leftover that were left in the fridge. you decided to make lunch since there was still you and mikey in the house, you assumed that the others would just be eating out or getting takeout. 

you cooked a quick meal of rice and curry, plating a dish for yourself as you sat down and ate alone. the silence inside the house was deafening, and you couldn’t help but reminisce the moment you spent in tenjiku. it was always a loud house, full of pranks which you devised with the haitani and your poor victims would always be kakucho and shion. 

sometimes it would be izana, but that was only for you though. 

you held a special place in izana’s heart, no one understood him better than you. you didn’t mind serving him and you were ready to go to the very end for him, but now he’s gone. which is why it almost felt as if you no longer had a purpose to live or keep on going. 

you washed your plate after clearing it up in no time, deciding that you should bring up some food for mikey. you were growing a little worried on if he was even alive or not. he never stepped out of his room unless he needed to go to the bathroom or occasionally came down to eat when no one was there.

you knocked on his door a couple of times, but there was no answer. you scoffed, getting annoyed as the hot plate from the steaming food burned your hand. 

“i’m coming in, asshole.” you said loudly, twisting the door nob, only to be met with darkness. you’ve never been inside of mikey’s room before, the familiar scent of his soft vanilla fragrance meeting your senses. 

“jesus, are you a vampire or something?” you joked, switching the lights on, your eyes examining how his room was neat and tidy. you saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the window as his back was towards you. 

“mikey?” you called out, yet he never responded. you furrowed your eyebrows, setting the plate of food down on the dressing table. you walked to him, tapping his shoulder yet he didn’t budge. 

“mi-”

his head turned around and you almost let out a scream from horror. mikey’s face was as pale as a ghost, lips chapped as his eyes were red and puffy, streaks of dried tears on his cheeks as dark eyebags formed under his eyes. you saw pictures in his hands and you recognized that one of them was izana’s while the other photo contained a tall man with black hair and a blonde little girl. 

“get out.” mikey lowly whispered, eyes full nothing but despair. 

“mikey, you’re not okay. just talk to me, i’ll listen, i promise.” you begged him, your heart shattering to pieces as you’ve never seen him in such a terrible condition before. 

“please, get out, y/n.” your name rolling off his tongue sent chills over your body, you wanted to break down in tears in front of him. respecting his request, you quietly left, shutting his door. 

you went to your room, silent tears streaming down your face as the image of mikey’s condition was engraved inside your mind. you felt sick, like the lunch you ate an hour ago was about to come back up your throat. 

you decided to take a short nap, hoping that perhaps it would clear your mind. 

---

a loud strike of thunder startled you, making your eyes shoot open as you breathed heavily. your room was lighted by the dim light coming from your lamp. you glanced at the clock and saw that it was only five in the afternoon. 

you got off your bed, slipping on your slippers as you let out a yawn. feeling thirsty, you headed towards the kitchen. as you walked past mikey’s room, you noticed that the door was slightly opened and there was a cold breeze coming through, sending shivers down your spine. 

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, clearly remembering that you closed the door of his room before you left. you walked towards his door, eyes peaking inside and you saw the man nowhere inside his room. 

inviting yourself into his room, you walked inside and noticed that the sliding glass doors to his balcony was opened. you walked closer and you saw him sitting dangerously on the rails, making your heartbeat increase. 

“mikey!” you yelled as you rushed inside, watching the man turn his head to look at you, dull eyes piercing your soul before giving you a small sad smile. he pushed himself off, making your eyes go wide. 

“NO!” you screamed in panic, quickly leaning over the edge and grabbing his hand. mikey gasped, now hanging in the air from the tall penthouse nearly twenty stories high. 

“why are you doing this, mikey?! have you gone insane??” you grunted, trying to keep your grip on him as tight as possible as your hands became slippery from the rain. 

“just let me die, already. i want to have some peace for once in my life, not go through anyone’s death or cause it, i want to be free. please, let me go, y/n.” mikey begged, his face drenched with water, the wind blowing against his hair. 

“i won’t let you go, mikey. i need you to be here! i want to see that stupid little face of yours everyday i wake up for my morning coffee, or when you hog the tv remote. i’ll save you, no matter what! i’ll keep coming back to you in any shape or form to save you.” you cried, your tears falling on his face as you saw his own eyes swelling. 

“save me, y/n.” he croaked, tears pooling in his eyes before falling down his face. suddenly, you felt your hands loosing grip, making you yelp. 

“mikey!” you bellowed, watching him slip and falling. 

---

“NO!” you rose from your bed, heart beating erratically as you felt like you just ran a marathon. cold sweat drizzled down the sides of your head, the familiar sound of thunder making your heart drop. 

you scrambled out of your bed, running towards mikey’s room, ditching the idea of knocking as you barged inside. you were relieved to his windows closed and the balcony door shut, as the man was tucked away in his bed, fast asleep. 

you softly closed the door, letting out a breath of relief. you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past midnight. you tried to piece together exactly what the fuck you just dreamed of. 

you heard shuffling sounds coming from downstairs, peaking from the stairs to see kakucho sweeping the floor. your lips curled upwards, heading down as quietly as possible, wanting to surprise the zoned out man. 

“boo!” you giggled, closing your palms on his eyes, startling him. 

“you little shit.” kakucho breathed out, chuckling afterwards as he pinched your cheek.

“thought you weren’t gonna be home anytime soon.” you cocked an eyebrow, sitting on the sofa while watching him settle the broom down before taking the empty spot next you. 

“yeah, well, i had a bad feeling for some reason and decided to come home.” he shrugged, and for some reason your throat felt dry. 

could this all be a sign that something terrible was initially supposed to happen today? everything seemed off. 

“it’s so strange. i actually woke up from a bad dream just now.” you let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and sinking in the sofa. 

“what did you see?” kakucho asked, intrigued to hear about your dream. 

“i saw mikey trying to kill himself by jumping off from his balcony. i swear, it felt so real.” you said, voice wavering in fear and anxiety as the scenes kept replaying in your mind. kakucho gave you a concerned look, taking a hold of your hand. 

“did you check up on him after waking up? is he still alive?” he asked in panic, and you quickly assured him that mikey was fine, to which he finally relaxed. 

“i can’t tell if what i saw was a vision or not. i’m so scared, kaku. what if-” you paused, trying to recollect your thoughts. 

“what if something like that actually happens and i couldn’t have prevented it even after knowing.” your eyes glossed with tears, making kakucho’s heart swell with ache. 

“nothing like that will happen, y/n. we’ll make sure mikey is okay.” the scarred man assured you, pulling you into his embrace as he stroked your hair. 

“did you go to see izana?” he asked. 

“yeah, i gave him his annualy nagging for dying before me. that stupid jerk.” you mumbled, making kakucho chortle. 

“still mad at him, huh?” kakucho smiled, seeing your eyes glimmer. 

“yeah, i miss him.” you said with a sad smile, feeling kakucho’s breath hitch. 

“yeah, me too.” he replied. 

---

the next few days the house was embraced with a familiar silence, the executives on a very important mission to europe came up. this left you and mikey alone once again. you were getting bored of watching the same old shows and movies. 

you decided that you had enough of this cycle of hate and awkwardness, storming upstairs as you barged inside of mikey’s room. you found the man busy on his laptop as he casually laid on his bed, not even bothering to look at the door. 

“don’t you know how to knock.” mikey snickered, eyes still not shifting from his screen. 

“get up.” you demanded, standing at his door with your arms crossed over your chest. 

“and who are you to order me around? as far as i remember, i am your boss.” he gave you a small smirk, getting under your skin. 

“yeah, well it would’ve mattered to me if i actually gave a shit. so, stop being a stubborn asshole.” you scoffed, walking to his bed before harshly grabbing his hand, dragging him off his spot. 

mikey yelped, quickly sliding his laptop off of his lap as he was forced to stand up. you dragged him downstairs as he looked at you with utter confusion. 

“where the hell are you taking me? let me go, y/n.” mikey protested, trying to loosen himself from your grip, but you tightened your hold on his hand instead. 

“somewhere that’s outside of your room and this house. you and i both need some air.” you shortly answered, shoving him out the main door as you locked it behind you. you saw him watch you with an unamused facial expression, not moving from his spot. 

“what? you want me to carry you outside too?” you taunted, making him roll his eyes. 

“you’re seriously annoying.” he grumbled, turning around as he walked towards the elevator. 

you remembered that sanzu told you a couple of days ago how there would be a carnival that would be held near the beach today. you decided that this would be a perfect opportunity to lighten mikey’s mind and hopefully bring you both closer. 

maybe not as friends, but hopefully mutuals. 

the walk there was quiet, but it was short. the colorful lights beamed, screams of people of all ages being heard from all corners. 

it delighted your to know that finally you were able to hear screams of joy and not of pain or agony. 

“it’s so loud.” mikey mumbled under his breath, following you as you both walked through the entrance. you saw the little kids riding the merry-go-round, seeing their smiles and laughs lifted your soul. 

maybe there is some good in this world. 

“don’t you wish you could be a kid again?” you sighed, sitting next to mikey on the bench he was resting on. 

“not really.” he answered, eyes strictly focused on his hands. 

“mikey, look in front of you.” you said, but he didn’t budge. you scoffed, grabbing his face and forced him to look. 

“don’t you see? there’s more to life than just being coped up in grief, sadness and loneliness. look at those teenagers on that rollercoaster, they look so happy and free. yet, there hearts might hold some tragedy.” you explained, giving him a small smile as his mouth fell agape. 

“i don’t understand.” mikey spoke, yet his words came out like a low whisper. 

“that girl with the blue hair might’ve lost her mom earlier this year, that boy might be recovering from childhood trauma from a neglectful family, and that other girl might be dealing with a family divorce. we’ll never know because even they are trying to move past those things. life is too short, we don’t know who’ll die next or not.” you placed your hand on his, feeling him flinch a little under your touch, his gaze shifting to your face. 

his hands felt cold and clammy, slightly shaking. mikey couldn’t register this feeling in his chest, it felt like he was being suffocated. 

“you think i don’t want to? i just can’t stop, it’s like my mind doesn’t have a pause or delete button.” he admitted, not wanting you to let go of his hand. 

“then let me help you.” you gave him a mischievous grin, making his brows furrow. 

“huh?” he asked in confusion, before letting out a yelp as you pulled him out of his seat. you both ran towards the big rollercoaster that you saw the group of teens riding on earlier. 

“hope you’re not scared of heights, sano.” you teased, making him scoff. 

“of course i’m not, i kill people for a living you know? a little height doesn’t scare me.” mikey defended, making you giggle as he sounded like a little kid trying to prove himself otherwise. 

“whatever you say so mr. tough guy.” you mocked, trying to egg him further. the workers there led you and mikey to a cart for two, strapping you both tightly in. 

“alright everyone! th-”

“excuse me, could you just check our straps again? this feels a little too loose.” mikey interrupted, as someone walked forwards and tugged on the straps. 

“sir, you both are all set to go.” the lady smiled, making mikey give her a nervous one back. 

“you could always hold my hand if you’re scared, you know.” you whispered to him with the ulterior move of mocking him. 

“shut up, i’m just making sure that we both don’t have our dead bodies delivered to the penthouse by the end of the night.” mikey quickly said, looking away from your eyes as he glared at the employee for making him look stupid. 

“alright everyone, the ride will start in five seconds! hold tight and enjoy the ride!!” the employee announced, making everyone squeal with excitement. 

the rollercoaster began to climb higher and higher, until the people below you looked like tiny dolls walking around. your heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you approached the peak. 

“fuck, i didn’t realize it was this high.” you heard mikey breath out, turning your head to see him with his eyes screwed shut. you grabbed his hand, holding him tightly as he opened his eyes, looking at you. 

“i got you, sano.” you smiled, before the ride dropped with an incredible decceleration. both you and mikey screamed, watching the white haired male’s screams eventually turn into laughs. 

his smile was precious, so beautiful if you would add. you saw how his hair flew in every direction as the ride threw you both in loops and turns. yet, he never stopped smiling, his fingers interlocked with yours. 

“holy shit, that was insane.” mikey’s eyes glimmered, full of light as he carded his hands through his messy hair. 

“i know right, can’t believe the invincible mikey is afraid of rollercoasters.” you joked, making him throw a glare at you. 

“tell anyone and i’ll kill you.” he lazily threatened, before his eyes landed on the bumper cars. 

“let’s go on that!” mikey outbursted, grabbing a hold of you as he dragged you to the bumper cars. 

mikey and you sat in different cars, and because he’s a little shit, he chased you to bump into you. the whole time if was you screaming in panic as he got close to you, followed by fits of giggled from both of you as soon as you would collide. 

“see, i’m such a pro.” he sassily commented, making you roll your eyes. 

“i want funnel cake.” you pointed at the stand that sold the sugary treat, making mikey tilt his head in confusion. 

“the hell is that?” he questioned, making you gasp.

“you never had funnel cake?!” you said in disbelief, and to your horror, he shook his head. 

you and both rushed over to the stand, ordering one as you thanked the man. you took a piece and placed it in your mouth, humming in bliss as the taste of powder sugar and deep fried batter welcomed your taste buds. 

“open.” you held a piece in front of his mouth, to which he accepted your offer, taken aback from the taste. 

“that’s pretty good.” mikey said, taking a few more. 

you both continued to navigate your way through the carnival as time passed, the sun beginning to set. mikey played a few of their games, winning a huge ass bear as you jumped in excitement. 

“your girlfriend must be very happy.” the worker chortled as he handed mikey the big stuffed animal. 

“oh, we’re n-”

“here.” mikey cut you off, placing the stuffed bear in your arms before stealing the plate of funnel cake, walking ahead. the worker looked at you with a smile to which you reciprocated one. 

“it’s getting pretty late, we should head back.” mikey cleared his throat, averting his gaze from yours. 

“let’s ride the ferris wheel before we go, it’s on the way to the exit.” you suggested and he hummed in agreement. 

you both reached the ride, giving your last ticket to the employee before the door to a cart was opened. you sat down with the stuffed bear in your lap as mikey took the seat in front of you. 

“enjoy the ride! our fireworks will begin shortly.” the worker said before starting the wheel. 

“it’s my first time in years coming to the carnival.” you said with dreamy eyes as you peered out, seeing that you both were slowly going up. 

“yeah.” he bluntly replied, not being able to take his eyes off of you. mikey never realized how beautiful you were, how your eyes would sparkle with adoration for those whom you cared about yet it held so much depth. 

“you still mad at me?” mikey asked, making you look at him with a questioning look. 

“for?” you asked. 

“you know, the other day where the mission got fucked over.” mikey said with a soft tone. 

“yeah, i was really mad. i wanted to punch you in the face so bad, but, i got over it.” you assured him, giving him a warm smile. 

“i said a lot of stupid shit and was a real big asshole. i’m sorry for that.” he apologized, his voice sincere and warm. 

“it’s okay, it’s in the past now.” you said, playing with the fur on the bear. you saw him sigh in relief, becoming more relaxed from your answer. 

“that week was just hard to get through. it felt like it would’ve never ended.” mikey spoke, gazing out the window as he watched the people outside. 

“i know, mikey. which is why i need you to know that you’re not alone. you could always talk to me, i’ll be your person.” his eyes softened from your words, throat burning as his eyes began to sting. 

“i watched every one of them die in front of me, and i couldn’t do anything. this wasn’t supposed to be the life i planned to live. shinichiro was supposed to have his bike store established, emma getting married to ken-chin, and izana-” mikey choked out, your breath hitching as the name of your dead best friend rolled off his tongue. 

“i’m sorry.” mikey quickly blurted out, watching your eyes become glossy. 

“i know how it feels to feel hopeless, lonely and consumed. that’s how i ended up in bonten. after losing my parents, i needed a purpose to live, to which izana gave me in tenjiku. after he died, it felt as if my life no longer mattered. he was my best friend, my person.” tears streamed down your face, as mikey’s fingers gently wiped them away. 

“but, i know he wouldn’t want to see me like this. you have to live for those whom you’ve lost. your sibling wouldn’t want to see you lead a miserable path. i found my purpose and you need to as well.” you took his face in the palms of your hands, stroking his cheek as you looked at him adoringly. 

“my purpose is you and my loyalty to bonten. this is the life i want to live in, hearing you nag at me all the time. i want to wake up every morning to the smell of kakucho’s breakfast, go on batshit crazy trips with the haitani’s and haru, get spoiled by koko and the list goes on forever.” you honestly spoke, watching how his eyes softened, never realizing how much the guys meant to you. 

“but how? tomorrow isn’t promised to us, how could you live a life in constant fear?” mikey asked with a shaky breath, making you sigh. 

“you’re right, but you have to realize that fear will shadow you in everything that you’d ever do. this ferris wheel could suddenly break and kill everyone on it, including us. you just have to take the risk.” you reasoned, making him hum in agreement. 

“i guess.” mikey mumbled, giving you a smile that warmed your heart. 

“i’ll help you find your purpose, let me be your person, mikey.” suddenly, the fireworks went off, and the tension within the cart felt like a magnetic field. you didn’t realize when your face was a few inches away from mikey’s. 

you could feel his breath close to your face, eyes falling on his lips as you couldn’t hold back anymore. you placed a hand on the back of his head, pulling him into you as you felt his soft lips on yours. 

the taste of the sweet funnel cake resided on his lips, making you deepen the kiss. mikey’s hands found home on your waist, indulging in your touch that fogged up his senses. 

your whole body felt feverish as mikey’s hot touch sent your body on fire. the white haired male’s face was warm and red, your lips never stopping any movement as you both continued to kiss desperately.

you both pulled away, breathless as the fireworks show continued. 

---

the next few weeks following that little date you and mikey had, you both hadn’t spoken a word to each other. every interaction with him was painfully awkward as you would often bump into him which would result in a very silent two second eye contact before you both scurried off. 

yet, you both still showed affection to each other through silent actions that didn’t require complete confrontation. 

you would cook meals often since the other guys were rarely home, once again leaving you and mikey together alone. you would make sure to plate food for mikey and place it in the fridge so that he’d warm it up later and eat it. 

in return, mikey would place a new dessert in the fridge for you to try from his favorite bakery that he went to every day for his daily taiyaki.  

today for some odd reason, mikey hadn’t touched his breakfast or lunch as the food remained untouched in the fridge. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, going up to his room as you knocked a few times. 

“mikey? i’m coming in.” you alerted him beforehand, opening the door, only to step into an empty room. you snooped around for a little, trying to see if he left a note or anything but nothing was found. 

as if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. 

mikey: thank you for everything, y/n. please take care of bonten for me.

your eyes kept reading the words over and over again because it seemed as if they were dancing around. you mind couldn’t process what you read, panic rising inside you.

you called him about twenty times, yet it would go to his voicemail. you cursed under your breath, feeling helpless. even if you were to call one of your friends, it wouldn’t be any help because they were scattered in different cities around japan right now. 

you tried to think of places that he might be in, but your mind was blank. 

well, there was one place but the chances of him being there was very slim. yet, you silently prayed to whatever god there was up there that mikey would be there. 

you arrived by the amusement park, shivering as the bipolar weather promised that it would snow soon. you walked further in as you were now on the boardwalk right above the beach. you went down the wooden stairs, stepping onto the soft sand. 

you looked at all directions to find mikey, yet your efforts were fruitless. 

it was too late. 

tears welled in your eyes, your heart clenching in pain as you felt your whole work come crashing down. the beach was empty, it was only you who was there. 

suddenly, through your blurry vision, you made out a figure with silver hair walking towards the waves in the distance. without any hesitation, you picked up your feet and bolted. 

it had to be him, it just had to.

you nearly tripped, but as of right now, you didn’t care about anything. 

you quickly wrapped your arms around him, stopping him from walking further in to be consumed by the waves. 

“please, don’t do it, mikey. please, i beg you, i’m here now.” you sobbed on his back, feeling him becoming stiff. 

“y/n?” mikey gasped, not believing that it was actually you. 

“i won’t let you die, mikey. you can’t leave me!” you cried, feeling him turn around to face you. 

“how did you find me?” he asked, still in shock at how accurately you knew him. 

“my heart led me here.” you answered, looking up at him with glossy eyes. his face was pale, lips slightly chapped, cheeks rosy from the cold. 

“y/n..” mikey whispered, stroking your wet cheek as you cried harder. he bit his tongue, trying to prevent himself from crumbling at the sight of your tears.

“no, please, just don’t say anything.” you placed a finger on his lips, hushing him as you silently sobbed, your heart aching. 

“i tried, y/n. i tried so hard to not fall apart, but i can’t. i think i’m beyond saving at this point.” his voice cracked, making you shake your head in denial. 

“i’ll pick up your pieces and put you together. i’ll save you, mikey.” you promised, holding him close to your chest, afraid of loosening your grip on him in fear of losing him. 

“how do i stop letting this guilt eat me alive? i killed my siblings, i run a criminal organization and all of this is just proof that i have no purpose in life to continue.” mikey responded nonchalantly, voice dry as ever and sharp, lacking taste. 

“you need to forgive yourself, though your siblings’ death wasn’t you fault. let me be your purpose, mikey.” you looked at him with hopeful eyes, watching a  tint of pink dust over his cheeks even more aggressively than the cold. 

“huh?” he blinked in confusion and you offered him a shy smile. 

“wake up every morning for me, live your life to the fullest for your siblings, and work on becoming the best version of yourself. you still have many, many, and so many years ahead of you in life. you can’t give up now, i won’t let you. i need you to spend those years with me.” you spoke with glimmering eyes, the sunset kissing your face as you looked at the man in front of you. 

“you..” mikey breathed out, not being able to find the right words to form a sentence. without thinking twice, he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. 

you smiled against his lips, having your answer. 

“even if i fall apart in this darkness, i want you in my arms forever. i love you, y/n.” mikey peppered small kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“i love you too, ‘jiro.” you responded, leaning in his touch. 

you knew that you couldn’t escape from the way you loved him. 

[quillthrillswriting]

there are lots of people who've wondered what the gaang as a whole would have been like if they'd been older when they went on their world-altering quest, but... what if just aang was older? what if he had been frozen in his iceberg at age 16, instead of age 12?

for starters, i'm sure it'd change the dynamic between him and katara. maybe she'd look at him differently more quickly, maybe we'd get a bit of a reverse crush? he'd be taller than sokka much earlier on, and when zuko found him, he'd be "just a teenager," not "just a child."

essentially, to recap. ATLA aang aged up AU fic. kataang. where she falls first, and he falls harder.

i present to you... excepts from "the teenager in the iceberg", my newest ao3 fic 🤍

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Shining blue eyes. Bright robes made up of strips of fabric coloured in shades of sunset they almost never saw down in the Southern tribes. 

The most beautiful boy she’d ever seen .

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“W-Will-” he struggled, the words so hoarse that it was as though he hadn’t used his voice in decades. He cleared his throat, eyes sparkling distractingly, grinning roguishly. “Will you go penguin sledding with me?”

Katara blanched, momentarily caught off guard. She looked back over at Sokka, who had been watching the exchange with narrowed eyes and a suspicious expression as he recrossed his arms over one another. 

“I- um-... yes?” she answered, hesitantly, just as Sokka’s voice overlapped hers, yelping the words “She absolutely will not!” Katara shot him a scathing glare as the boy rose to his feet, shaking the snow off of his cloak like a polar-bear dog. 

Sokka continued, his voice both indignant and commanding.“We don’t even know your name, Mr. Walking Ice Cube! What were you doing in there? Were you trying to mimic a snow-man and you got too carried away?” 

“And you aren’t dressed for the cold,” Katara added appraisingly, giving him a once-over. “You look-”

“Dashingly handsome?” The boy smoothly interjected, accompanied by a grin that felt like it was just for her.

“...Cold.”  she said flatly, hoping she wasn’t furiously blushing as she shot him with what she hoped came across as a scathing glare.

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Katara still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Aang. The Water Tribe boys had always been all flashy muscles, seal-jerky breath, and overconfidence, so Katara had never seen someone move, carry themself, the way Aang did.

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Katara had admittedly forgotten how much fun penguin sledding was. “Spirits, I haven’t done this since I was a kid!” she called to Aang as he raced past her, surprisingly skilled considering that he’d never even seen a penguin until half an hour before. 

“You still are a kid!” He called back over his shoulder. “A kid who’s losing this race, badly!”

Katara’s competitive streak reared its head, her eyes narrowing as Aang stuck out his tongue. She sat up slightly, no longer gripping the penguin’s fur as tightly. “You wish!” She shouted back the words as she raised her hands, breathing deeply. Her hands moved through the positions she had practised from the few bending scrolls the tribe still held on to, and before Aang knew it, the snow in front of Katara turned to ice, and she shot past him as his own ice trail suddenly became dry snow with too much friction to slide on. 

She made it to the bottom of the hill, beaming, breathing heavily. The wind had whipped her hair out of her bun, and she knew without checking that her hair must have looked like a lion-turtle’s mane. She watched as Aang made a show of drying himself off with a gust of wind that he then redirected at her, messing up her curls even more. 

“You’re a cheater !” Aang gasped, mockingly clutching imaginary pearls at his throat. “I demand a rematch.”

Katara strode past him, only turning her head to cast him a smug smirk. “Maybe you’re just not as good of a penguin sledder as you thought.”

“Oh, not so fast!” Aang grabbed her wrist, tugging her back towards him, and she internally questioned why the momentary brush of their skin made her heart flip. He tried to trip her, she tried to flip him, and they both ended up on their backs in the snow, giggling, cheeks and noses bright pink from the cold. 

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“Gran, I want you to meet Aang, he’s-”

“An airbender.” Her grandmother said the words with complete and utter awe. “The last airbender.”

Aang’s nose wrinkled in confusion, his head tilting and mouth opening to ask for clarification, but Gran’s next words stunned him and the rest of the room into silence. 

“The Avatar .”

Sokka and Katara’s jaws dropped, both pivoting to face Aang. Katara looked up at him, expecting to see shock and confusion, but she was met with sheepishness as Aang rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“You are .” Katara breathed. “Spirits, you’re the Avatar.”

♥ this (multichapter) fic is still in progress, but check out the first chapter here!->

[missnobodymadness]

Ayo hope you are having a great day! Im no good in asks but i had one in mind, and an oc interaction question:

I see that Myline survives. Did she had any reaction to losing any of the Akatsuki members? Or she didnt react at all?

Also if she were to meet Rinto as a fellow member, and get to know him, what would she think of him??

Hiii!

First of all I'd like to thank you for the ask, it really means a lot to me to see people showing some interest on my characters. ♥

And no worries! Your asks were actually very interesting and I am happy to answer them as best as I can!

Yes, Myline survives and is still alive in Boruto! While she can be seen as a stoic person, Myline actually feels a bit too much, she was just forced to oppress her emotions all her life. Despite being hard to approach, she actually had some very strong bonds within the Akatsuki organization, such as Konan, Nagato, Itachi, Deidara and Kisame. Itachi death destroyed her, she had lost her soul mate after all. Unfortunately for her, she had no time to rest and proccess his loss properly because she had to focus on her pregnancy as she was very close to give birth at the time, she tried to keep going as best as she could, for both of them and her child.

Since these two deaths happened pretty close to each other, she only finds out about Deidara's death when she gets back looking for Obito. She took it badly and got really mad as she felt that Deidara's death was totally unnecessary and could have been avoided if he wasn't so petty, she then remembered their fights and how she always used to tell him that his stubbornness and spiteful nature would be his demise and finally allowed herself to cry a bit.

Shortly after she loses Nagato, Kisame and then Konan, her bond with Nagato and Konan, especially the latter, was really strong, possibly as strong as Itachi's. Once again she felt like she was being punished for everything bad she had done in her life, she couldn't believe she had just lost her best friend Konan, her inspiration Nagato and the guy she loved to have deeper conversations with, aka Kisame, but little did she know that Konan had met her demise at Obito's hands. As always, she directed her growing hate towards the wrong person and village because she unfortunately does that a lot, she didn't do anything to aveng due to her current vulnerability state and she regrets it because her hate still consumes her sometimes.

Also, Obito, he pretty much raised her after Madara's death, so she had a bond with him, a toxic one because of how abusive he was to her, but still a bond. Their bond was very fragile at the time, as she had found out what truly happened to her best friend very recently. At the time of his death she was already trapped under the Infinite Tsukuyomi genjutsu, she didn't saw it happen but eventually felt some grief for him once everything ended, mostly because she still felt she owed him her life.

Overall we can see by her actions in Boruto that she has somehow developed some sort of a traumatic response to all these losses (example: Avoiding interacting with people, running away even though she was finally starting to be more welcome in Konoha, etc), she surely needed time to proccess everything, it was all too fast and during her most vulnerable moment (aka pregnancy and motherhood), because of that and the inability to mourn, everything accumulated, building anger, frustration and loneliness inside her.

As for her interaction with Rinto if they ever met, I feel like at first she wouldn't be very friendly, but that's not Rinto's fault at all, she just has too many layers to peel and it takes some time to get under them. It also depends on the situation, but Rinto has a big advantage with Myline: His relationship with Itachi and Kisame. I feel like his bond with them would help making their interactions easier as they would have a common ground for starters. Myline would certainly appreciate the fact that Rinto cares about them enough to get protective over them. Something that I am sure Myline would be amazed to see is Rinto's shapeshifting abilities!

According to the information you once gave me, Rinto seems to be a respectful person, or at least respectful towards his Akatsuki fellow members, which is something Myline really appreciates so I feel like they'd respect each other mutually and get along even if only casually, bonus points if Rinto is into deep conversations and books, then she'd probably love him and spend some time discussing interesting topics and perspectives. xD The good thing about Myline is that if Rinto manages to get under her layers, he will have a very loyal friend for the rest of his or her life (depending on who would die first of course eheh) as Myline is extremely loyal to the ones she cares about.

They are both driven by something in common though: Protecting the ones they care and love. Myline would certainly respect that.

ALSOOO, if I remember right, Rinto doesn't get along with Hidan either, right? Because I can already imagine Myline and Rinto reforcing each other stances about him during the Akatsuki reunions/meetings just to get on his nerves and then blame him when things escalate. LMAO

Thank you so so much once again, I had lots of fun answering these questions! :D

[panna-acida]

I know I haven’t delivered yet but you made it an ask meme so “how can I help?” 💙❤️ please? 🥺

Oh yeah ♥

Note: Oh so little, sorry it took me so long, also no beta as usual and also yeah... I totally forgot how to write Aomine. Ops.

From this ask game: LOVE LANGUAGE : WORDS OF AFFIRMATION STARTERS

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"How can I help you?" Kagami forced smile twitched, while looking at the boy sitting at the table in front of him, trying to keep a neutral and professional face.

Failing.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" Aomine laughed, and laughed at the red head in front of him. Dressed all elegant, with a bright red bowtie, his hair all slicked back white shirt and a black vest shaping his body.

"Sir?" Kagami, tried asking again, knowing full well that his boss was looking at him from behind the counter. Judging. Always judging.

"I CAN'T… I CAN'T!!!!" Aomine continued laughing, bowing in half, and nearly knocking his head on the table, while Kagami was just a thread away from snapping. Consequence be damned.

“Stop.” Kagami hissed in a really low and threatening tone, bowing a little, to give Aomine the menu and to be able to talk to the other without being seen, more or less, from the other side of the room, thanks to a little wall dividing the nook created to give a more privacy to the client.

“You look like a penguin!!!” A sexy one. Words not said, not out loud. Aomine continued laughing lowering his voice, and taking the offered menu from Kagami’s hands.

“What are you doing here?” Kagami hissed, before glancing over the wall, just to look at his manager, that started to tap a finger on his watch.

“I’m here because of Momoi.” Aomine started. “She talked and talked about this cafè, but in the end she ditched me and…” He stopped in his little speech. “Did she actually, no.. she could not, but if?” Aomine ended looking Kagami up and down, checking what the red head was wearing, how he actually filled the white shirt, and black vest closing barely…

“KAGAMI!!!!” At that the red head straightened up and turned toward the bar, looking at the manager calling him.

“Listen i need to go back, when you decide what you want to do, call me, or better leave.” Kagami ended nearly hissing, before plastering again that fake smile on his face and turning around to serve a new couple that entered the cafè without waiting for an answer. Leaving Aomine speechless.

“Damn!” Aomine breathed out, not taking his eyes off Kagami’s back, letting them slide down toward his, oh so tightly, covered ass with a grin forming on his face.

—

Aomine looked Kagami move around te room, taking order and chatting with giggling girl. Looked at the way the red head carried his figure, with so much grace like he was in te court instead of serving some kids, some sweetened beverage. Looked and waited for the right moment to let his presence be known again.

“Waiter?” Aomine called after some times, just to catch Kagami attention and let the boy turn toward him with a grimace on his face, like he totally forgot Aomine was there, before plastering again the fake smile on his face.

“Yes, sir” Kagami started, taking his pen and notebook out of his back pocket ready to take the order.

“I would like a black coffee, with a…” Aomine stopped, looked down at the menu, like he didn't know what was he going to order and pointing at a random dish, “I want this…” Aomine said, taking the menu far from Kagami, just to let the other bent down to look before going to whisper in the red head ear “You in my bed.”ended, looking at the confusion growing on the other face.

Aomine knew that Kagami was dense, but that was on a completely different level.

“Oh for f…” Aomine took a deep breath, before dropping completely his teasing and soft tone, raising his voice. “I want to fuck you, dressed like this! Clear now?” Ended nearly shouting, in the not so empty cafè.

Judging by Kagami growing red face and neck… it was loud and clear that this time his message reached, just before a loud voice interrupted Aomine happy moment.

“KAGAMI!” The menager screamed, making Kagami jump, and smack Aomine in the face, before turning around, marching like an idiot, still completely red in the face.

Kagami was dead, fired, banned from even entering a building, judging by the fuming face his manager was sporting.

“Oh fu…” Kagami whispered before turning his head toward Aomine and hissing. “I’m going to kill you later.” Said, and moved toward the end of his summer work, while Aomine laughed at his back.

“At last it’s going to be fun.” Aomine shrugged, while moving out of the cafè with a grin on his lips, waiting only for Kagami. Only for him.

[nabateaprodigy]

Why I Love Rosado

Notes: This will include a full discussion of Rosado as well as other characters such as Golfmary and Hortensia (although not as much.) So I do recommend playing Engage for Yourself and seeing Rosado's support. Or just watching a play-through and videos of his support on YouTube.

Of course, you don't have to do any of this and I will not include story spoilers. Just something I thought I'd let you know about before reading! :)

He's very friendly and easy to approach. I struggle with just being open with new people and making friends. But I feel like if I knew someone like Rosado I could just right up to them and start talking about what the both of us like.

He loves cute things as a male growing up people I would always get questions about why I liked "cute and girly things." I never had an honest answer other than I was drawn to them and they made me happy. However, their eyes and just the way they spoke would always make me sad and that something was wrong when of course it isn't.

Even though I had to deal with a lot of that when I was and even still to this day. I've tried not to let affect me as much and enjoy what I like just as Rosado does.

He's very cute! (♥´∀｀)／

As seen in his support with Goldmary Rosado doesn't want the stress of being bad at something. Almost gives up right away when he feels no good at it. However, get the motivation to keep going from Goldmary.

Myself and many others can probably relate to this I know I do a lot. I just feel useless and that I'm no good at what I'm attempting to do. If isn't something that doesn't need I give up after a while. However, if it's something I like or am passionate about I do keep on trying.

Again with his support in Goldmary, I feel like I can get too much into my hobbies or sometimes myself in general. Not that I'm a person of confidence or anything like that. But I do tend to ignore my studies and focus on my hobbies.

But recently I've been trying to change that to put more effort into my studies and more importantly myself.

Another thing I like about him is how he just lives his life doing what he wants and what makes me happy. Due to family and my personal life, I'm not fully there to live my desired life. However, for the future, I have a clear mindset of how I'll do and most importantly be happy while doing it.

It does hurt especially from family to not be able to do such things now. However, once I'm able to I'll live life how I want to be happy while doing so.

another thing I like about him is that he's an artist! For starters, I'm not an artist myself although I've always wanted to be. I've had the goal of becoming talented at art but never taken the steps to do so.

However, because of my love and appreciation for Rosado, I feel like it might give me the push I need to start becoming an artist! I'm sure others can similarly relate to this. Always wanting to become talented at something but getting that push from something or someone.

That's the feeling I get from Rosado and just hearing him and other characters discuss his art.

Another thing I love about Rosado is how feminine he is. It's obvious to see from just looking at him and it's often I see something discussed a lot. As I said before I like cute things and just feel judgement from people because of that.

I also feel this way in how I wish to present myself with things such as clothing and hairstyle.

I've known since I was very young just like the cute things I loved so much. Being more feminine was something I was just drawn to and made me happy. I just loved it and wanted to be that way however I'm not sure how I learned it.

Other than just well being male and growing up and seeing how other males dress, act, and what they like.

Being feminine as a male wasn't something I saw much if at all growing up and what I was exposed to. However, growing up and being exposed to the internet and social media I learned that were people who were just like I was. It just made me so happy to see that words can't describe it other than happiness.

However, I did of course find out it wasn't all that accepted. My mother was someone who was like that who didn't want or even to see me see that. It just felt very discouraging and made me feel rather sad.

I had something I liked something that made me feel happy but I couldn't have that happiness.

A part of me just wanted to drop everything and almost completely forget about dressing more feminine. But I always kept it at the back of my head and nerve truly forgot about it. Honestly, I'm glad I did as through the years I've seen more representation for it.

At least for now, I can't be that way myself it makes me happy to see other people like that and representation of it in media.

Another thing I should probably talk about is something that happened before the release and first appearance of Rosado. At first, people thought that Rosado might be a transgender character. This was due to his appearance and I believe his Japanese VA.

His Japanese VA from what I heard has voiced characters whose gender is not made so clear.

When it was revealed that Rosado was a man. All I saw was disappointment and to a certain extent, I can understand this. Having transgender presentations where have been would have been amazing for the Fire Emblem series.

However, it was all just speculation and hopes and I feel people just set themselves up for disappointment. You should never give yourself the hope of something if it's not made clear. Although I do understand the confusion because of his appearance and the fact we only heard his Japanese voice.

But I want to say I'm glad he isn't transgender as if he were it would have taken away what makes Rosado so special. He wouldn't have meant as much as he does now if he were transgender. As in one, I wouldn't be able to closely connect and relate to him.

I also don't like transgender head cannons for him either. As I have said it just takes a very important part of him away from what makes him so special to me. So I just prefer not to see those types of head cannons for him at all.

Now I just want to say I'm not transphobic Although I realise now that might not help my case. And I apologize if I have come across that way. But I just want you to understand people will not like or accept certain head cannons being applied to characters.

If you headcannon Rosado as transgender that's perfectly fine but I do not.

Anyway from the 2 previous things I have just discussed I felt like they have probably brought down the mood a little. So it's best to move into something more light-hearted!

Another thing I love about Rosado is his wanting to see others happy to be who they truly are and not hide themselves. It's something that just makes me happy and great to see. It's like he has a keen eye to see a person for who they truly are and wants to see this side of a person.

I'm just something like this is something all of us could greatly appreciate.

Although I know it mostly if ever happens in reality. It's nice to see the characters in Engage accept Rosado and not be judged for how he decides to present himself.

I'm guessing this has to do with how Rosado was raised. In the village he grew up in being male or female there were never any exceptions for you because of your gender. Everyone accepts you for who you are and how you choose to present yourself.

I'm sure if the entire world was like Rosado's village the world would be a happier place.

I'm sure many of us are happy with who we are and proud of that fact. Just no matter what and who is different we we're happy because of those differences. This is something Rosado wants everyone to know just because you're different from someone else doesn't mean you're less than him.

Your differences are what make you well you! That's something Rosado wants everyone to know and I admire him because of this.

Yet another thing I love about him is something similar to about character from another game Basil from Omori. He takes pictures of his friends when they least expect it to. So that in the photo it captures a beautiful and honest moment of them.

In the photo you can see the person for who they are and not for some act they put on.

This can be seen with Rosado and Hortensia in Engage. As a princess Hortensia will have to act and be a certain way even if she and others hate it but it's something that's expected from her. Rosado hates this most of all and draws pictures of Hortensia when she's just "Hortensia" and not "Princess Hortensia."

It relates to other things Rosado has said in the past and other things he has an opinion on. So it's just important to be whoever you and that's it's okay to be different as that makes you beautiful.

[goblinratman101]

i am back and ready to flood ur inbox with requests😈

for starters, how do you think some of the haikyuu boys would confess to their crush? specifically kuroo, asahi, bokuto, and iwaizumi, would it be an accident or planned?

love u my beloved moot (^з^)♥︎

Haikyuu Confession Headcanons

| Characters: Kuroo, Asahi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi|

| Warnings: None |

| Genre: Fluff |

| I got you Udon |

| Sorry if some of them are short I’m just getting to know how to write for the characters, sorry if it’s bad and the boys are ooc |

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kuroo

ok so Kuroo is a flirt

but he is also pretty clueless when it comes to actually confessing

and if you take away all his flirting and cockiness he's just a big ol nerd

he would first try and be your friend once he realised he had a crush on you

and falls even harder for you while helping you with your Chem homework

if you ever hang out with the volleyball club Kuroo would try to act as natural as possible

he does not need everyone Yaku teasing him

he probably wouldn’t confess unless he knew 100% you liked him back

he didn’t want to get his heart hurt :(

he would probably confess with a chemistry pun smh

‘Are you made of copper? Because I can Cu in a relationship with me’

this is so cringe I had to look up chemistry pick up lines😫

even though he’s a lil dumb you still said yes

unfortunately for you your stuck with him for the rest of your life

thoughts and prayers 😔

but hey at least you get Kenma as a buddy out of your relationship so that’s a plus

as well as a life supply of chemistry puns and pick up lines

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Asahi

Jesus Asahi our favourite nervous baby

he saw you and instantly fell in love

but then he remembered he is a nervous wreck

he blushes at the littlest of things

if you accidentally bump into each other or you give him a smile instant blush

if you even stand near him he is a blushing nervous boy

you two are probably in the same class and are seatmates

you would probably have to initiate conversations but it is worth the effort

Asahi would probably tell The boys accidently and then they would do the best thing in this situation

they teased him as well as pressured him into confessing to you of course

Asahi would definitely confess accidentally

he would be yelling about how he could never confess to someone as pretty as you

that was until you heard him and asked if he meant it

he then stuttered out a yes as he tried not to faint from embarrassment

after you said yes boy was so overjoyed and happy

he was smiling all day and didn’t get discouraged at all during practice

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bokuto

you probably were Akaashis friend/classmate

you were going to the volleyball club to give Akashi something he forgot in the classroom

Bokuto was in his emo mode as the team were now dealing with him while Akaashi walked up to you

but unfortunately for you Bokuto had seen you

to everyone’s shock Bokuto became quite and was just staring at you

that was until Bokuto regained his composure and ran up to you two

‘Akaashi! Who is this? Are they a friend of yours?’

after Akaashi explained you gave the owl boy a big smile and a wave goodbye leaving the boy quite as he stared at you

‘Hey Akaashi . . . I think I’m in love’

from now on Bokuto will try and be around you as much as possible

he is always happy around you and rarely goes into emo mode only when you have to leave

I’m pretty sure Bokuto would have no idea he had a crush on you

unless Akaashi or someone else points it out you would probably have to confess instead

once someone told you he would immediately find you and confess right then and there

doesn’t matter if you were taking a test or eating he is going to tell you as soon as he sees you

Akaashi is so thankful if you go to their games since Bokuto almost never goes into emo mode and always wants to show off in front of you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Iwaizumi

lil baby doesn’t know how to process emotions

he was probably yelling at Oikawa then saw you and froze up

you just looked so pretty

poor boy thought you looked so cute

but he was pretty guarded since other people he liked would always go for Oikawa instead of him

for him to really fall for you, you gotta be a non Oikawa fan

if you ignored any advances from Oikawa you are the person of his dreams

he is literally ready to pull out a ring for your hand in marriage

man if only😩

he would probably have no idea on how to act around you

he’ll be all nervous and barely get a sentence out without stuttering

if Oikawa ever found out he would try and be match maker I swear

after a while Iwaizumi would slowly warm up to you and become much more comfortable enough to make a coherent sentence around you

Iwaizumi would probably not confess either being too nervous or just not wanting to make it awkward between you two

Oikawa would have to tease encourage Iwaizumi to confess saying stuff like ‘Someone else could get to you first’ or ‘It won’t be the end of the world if they reject you’ Iwa was about ready to spike a volleyball to his head

when he does confess to you it would probably be when he either walks you home or when you two would go out for lunch somewhere quiet with not a lot of people

when you say yes he’ll probably be so happy that he hugged you and lifted you up while spinning you around

boy was so sure you would reject him smh

[m1bo]

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Mibo has no set pronouns. I am inconsistent with those. Preferably It/Its ; They/Them

Follows back from @bloodyarn 

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RULES:

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

⚙︎ Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own. ⚙︎ No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt them, shove them or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions. ⚙︎ Feel free to continue asks! I will be the last one turning one down. ♥ ⚙︎ You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necessarily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop. ⚙︎ You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! ⚙︎ OC friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household. ⚙︎ Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, cursive and bold text edits. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable. ⚙︎ Shipping: Wow, you want to . . . Like, with a robot ? Mibo is not exactly capable of recognizing feelings, they are a machine, after all. But they sure can act protective if that counts. Then again, I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Mibo is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. ⚙︎ No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

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ABOUT:

   Basics:

Name: Mining Bot 002 [ Mibo] Nickname/Alias: (none yet, give them one) Age: +100 years Date of Birth : 11th October Gender & Pronouns: no gender [ It/Its ; They/Them ; more leaning towards male pronouns, but any are fine ] Orientation: just wants to dig and mine, man. Race: autognome Nationality: theskian Class: artificer (armorer)

    Appearance:

Height: 350 cm / 11'4" Skin: washed out gold/ brass Eyes: black Scars: various scratches on its surface, hints of oxidation Other: /

[claratenebris]

ooc: meet the mun

NAME?: mads

PRONOUNS?: she/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: steve harrington

RP PET PEEVES?: people who constantly drop threads and then complain about people not wanting to rp with them, effectively turning their blog into a bunch of personal posts, half of which are them whining. i'm sorry if this sounds harsh lol

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i think about 14 years in general. started on omegle (rip i miss you every day). my first rp blog on tumblr was in 2012. two of my first blogs were for sakura and for genderbent tony, so i've roleplaying in the mcu and naruto fandoms for quite a while.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: hmm, fluff or angst are definitely tied here. i'm constantly torn between hurting my muses and giving them the love they deserve. smut is fine, but it gets boring to write after a while. i think it's a great way to display intimacy between characters, but it needs a reason to be written.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: both. plots are great, but i also thoroughly enjoy starting at a random place and see where the muses take us. and we can always plot further after that initial interaction.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: it depends. i don't really do one liners anymore, unless it's an open starter, but i always expect those to build up into something more. i'm perfectly fine with single paragraphs. i do have a tendency to ramble a bit, going into inner thoughts and introspection, so my replies can run a little long. novella is too overwhelming, though.

TIME TO WRITE?: i work from home, so sometimes i get the time to whip up a response here and there when work is calm. it's a good way to make the shift go by faster, too, but work's been quite busy lately and sometimes too tiring to write when i'm done, as i do work a very mental-heavy job.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: a little bit, here and there. i think there's a bit of each of them in me, hence why i have been writing most of them for so long. and steve, being my newest muse, has been a hyperfixation for the past couple of years.

tagged by: @desertgourd tagging: @hellfireconcert; @scinglives; @chaos--mode; @kiigan; @defectivexfragmented and whoever else sees this and wants to do it ♥

[ultimumvitae]

permanent shipping call! ♥

shadow is hard to ship with since he isn't the most emotionally available character, but i'm a hopeless romantic and would love to dig my teeth into a few ships! if you're okay with me sending you shippy asks / memes / plot ideas / starters / etc., please give this post a like!

long-term shipping will always be based on chemistry, but i am more than happy to give just about any ship a try to see how our muses mesh! part of the fun of roleplay for me is mashing characters together like barbie dolls just to see what happens.

[thethndr]

@allnostalgic ♥'d for a starter | for FIX-IT FELIX JR.

— ⚡︎ "LOOK, I've been around the block a time or two with this kinda thing. You're making me want to cry just watching you."

CHICK DIDN'T REALLY KNOW what he was doing — giving advice to the competition wasn't exactly something he was EVER in the habit of doing. The goal was always to finish number one, and the chances of that slimmed with ANY shred of secrets divulged. But maybe Chick just didn't feel THREATENED by someone he could scarcely avoid viewing as a peppy pipsqueak.

— ⚡︎ "YOUR TURNS? Maybe lay it on a little thicker there, man. You've got BOOSTS for a reason."

[gohjuo]

DISTRACTIONS were always a welcome tactic in battle & birthday celebrations. he had given suguru his undivided attention in the morning deciding to wake him up with the surprise of birthday kiss that turned into tangled limbs & breathy moans. there were a slew of i love yous before satoru decided to let shoko take him off his hands for lunch. it was a diversion as he finished the final touches at the restaurant he had reserved, satoru was able to convince the owner to section off a part of the rooftop for just the two of them.

a text is swiftly sent with ease about the location of their private dinner: rooftop bar at andaz tokyo. in his hand were three bags: his birthday present ( containing a new bottle of his favorite hair oil, a dior card holder since suguru's wallet was giving him anxiety, & a dior black zip hoodie ), the black sesame chiffon cake from their bakery, & his own bag. he watches as someone presses the button for him & he enters.

there's moments when his nerves get him, his heart is racing since there's anticipation for how suguru would react. satoru would have opted for a night in, but he's fond of grander gestures, & he wants to show off suguru on his instagram page without a second thought. the elevator ride dings as he reaches his floor & he makes his way to the hostess. he gives his name curtly before following through the reserved section for them. there is a skyline & a view of tokyo bay at the distant. as tempting as having tokyo tower was satoru opted to be different.

he sits down, his own outfit a montone black with a turtleneck, trenchcoat, & a pair of black pants. satoru loved being dressed to impress along with his pair of prada loafers that pop up with the triangle insignia. he preferred subtleties & he was sure suguru would approve of a private night out. satoru hums in anticipation, a cheery timbre to his voice as he waits.

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gojo: suuuuuuuguruuuuuuuu ♥ gojo: i'm waiting for you. gojo: hope being with shoko was okay. gojo: now it's just you and me. gojo: don't keep me waiting too long. gojo: 🥺🥺🥺

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@getouh for an early birthday starter !

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 7

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 7

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: none… ok sex hahaha.

A/N: I had a dream a little similar to this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2093

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Another day at the Barber’s house. Andy was sitting in the living room with a cold beer in his hand, the summer breeze calming the heat on Andy’s forehead, the TV was on when the sound of footsteps made him turned around. Annie was walking towards him with a smile on her face, he loved when she smiled; he thought it was one of the most genuine smiles he had ever seen. She picked her jacket from the couch.

“Jake is sleeping” she put her jacket on, “Do you need anything else?”

“Stay” he thought, “No, I think I’m ok.”

He stood up and walked Annie to the door. They were in silence looking at each other and then to the closed door.

“Well, I should go” Annie stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the check. He could smell the fresh scent of her body spray, a scent he has grown to love.

“Stay” he said out loud this time and took her hand.

“I thought you’ll never ask”

Andy grabbed her by the waist and kissed her roughly, like if his life depended on it. He pinned her against the wall while his hands roamed all over her body.

“Wait,” Annie stopped him, “We have time, do it slowly.”

Andy took a breath and kissed her again, this time he did it slower, enjoying the feeling of her lips on his. They walked towards the couch and Andy lay on top of her. His kissed her neck and heard her moan his name, and that was enough to make him hard. Soon their clothes were scattered all over the floor. The tip of his cock was grazing on her entrance; Andy slid slowly into her, feeling the warm embrace of her walls around him, but when he slid out he came.

Andy opened his eyes abruptly, it was the third time this week he had this kind of dream. It all starter after he share a bit of his personal life with Annie, up to this day he didn’t know why he did it. She was an amazing girl, kind, smart, and she loved and care for Jake, it was not hard for Andy to start feeling more than just friendship for her, but she had a boyfriend, and he was her boss so it was not appropriate. After a couple of days, he thought his infatuation will banish, but one night he dreamt about her. His dreams were innocent at first, the two of them watching TV, she snuggled by his side; or having dinner, or the three were just running and playing around the backyard. Soon those dreams started to became more intense, first it was just kissing and now he dreamt he had sex with her in every room of the house, Jake’s room included, and he wasn’t proud of it.

Summer was coming, the nights were getting warmer; Andy had showered and slept naked the night before. He rubbed his eyes and when he sat, he saw the tent on his sheets and a small wet stain where the tip of his dick was, he kicked the sheet off and took his semi hard member on his hand and started to stroke it; he was focused on the dream he just had, it wasn’t long before he came all over his stomach. It’s been so long since the last time he slept with a woman, that he actually wondered if sex had changed in all the years he hasn’t had any.

Andy stood and took a cold shower before getting ready for work. His days were pretty much the same. He woke up at 6, some times, if he was in the mood, went for a run, other times he lifted weights on the guest room, took a shower, changed and then woke Jake up and got him ready for daycare. He arrived at the office at 8 every day, worked on his cases, sometimes he had meetings, some others he talked to his clients, and he picked Jake from daycare, had lunch with him, waited for Annie and then came back to the office.

Today it was a slow Thursday at the office it was 4 and he was doing nothing, he was sitting in his office listening to music from his laptop in a low volume. He closed his eyes, stayed like that for a moment and then opened one of the drawers in his desk. He took out the folder where he had the report he made about his now nanny, he opened it and there it was the picture he stole from her Facebook page, she was looking straight to the camera and fully smiling. He smiled at the picture when Anthony and Sebastian came in, and he closed the file.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked.

“Why don’t you ever knock?” Andy said a bit annoyed by his friends’ attitude.

“Cuz if we knock you won’t let us in.” Sebastian said proud of his answer and smiled, “so, I will ask again, what are you doing?”

“Ammm nothing… there’s nothing to do today.” Andy was trying to hide the folder under his laptop.

“What is that?” Anthony asked, pointing to his desk.

“What?” Anthony pointed to the folder, “oh! This is nothing… new case… I was reading it.”

“What is it about?” Sebastian said.

“It is about… ammm a woman… and his ex-husband,” Andy didn’t know what to say, even though he was a lawyer he was a terrible liar. “You know… a bad divorce; and he attacked the woman.” He finished.

“Can we look?” Sebastian kept talking, “We are very bored.”

“No, this is private.”

“Come on man!” Anthony said, “It’s not like we are going to be talking about this case outside this office, let us look.”

“No, why don’t you go to your department, I’m sure Pam will give you something to do.”

“Actually, she kicked us out because we were playing hockey” Sebastian commented.

“How were you doing that?” Andy raised his brow, crossed his arms and turned to see Anthony.

“We made a ball of paper and grabbed some brooms from the closet.  And I was winning! But mister sore loser here decided it was a good idea to throw the broom up in the air, and well we broke a computer.”

Andy was paying attention to Anthony’s story when Sebastian interrupt them.

“Your client looks so much to your nanny.”

Andy turned to see Sebastian reading the file he had on Annie.

“Gimme that!” Andy tried to take the file away from Seb but he was faster.

“So, since when you use your free time to dig into your nanny’s life?”

“I told you to gimme that!”

“No, I’m Reading it.” He sat on the couch across the room, “the nanny’s name is Annabelle Marie Johnson, how cute.” Seb smiled to Andy.

“Dude, did you really make a file on your nanny???” Anthony said, “That’s…”

“Creepy” Seb finished and showed the picture that a moment before he was looking at, “She is pretty, Andy.”

“I’m not creepy,” Anthony snorted at Andy’s statement, “I wanted to know if this girl was not a psycho and if I could trust Jake to her.”

“Sure, sure,” Sebastian said. “Boyfriend, Daniel Mathews; argh sounds like a douchebag name. Criminal Justice… Maybe is he who you should be digging Andy not your nanny.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“We can do it!” Anthony said clapping his hands. “Let’s found out, who your competition is.”

“No! She is happy with this guy, so cut it out.”

“Where did you get this picture?” Seb asked Andy.

“Her Facebook.”

“And did you send her a friend request?”

“Of course not, I made this file before I hired her, that was months ago.”

“You should totally do it now dude.” Anthony said.

“I won’t. You know what, now I totally understand why Pam kicked you out of her department.”

Andy leaned on his desk and rubbed his temples. He felt embarrassed; he snapped back to reality when he heard the click of a camera going off.

“What are you doing?” Andy asked Sebastian.

“If you are not going to date her, maybe I will.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Why not? Sebastian smirked, “gimme a good reason, why I shouldn’t call her and ask her out?”

“Because,” Andy head was going fast, but couldn’t think of a good excuse, “because, she has a boyfriend, and she loves him.”

“That never stop me before.” Seb stood and gave Andy the file back. “You know what I think?” Seb paused for a moment, “I think you like her.”

“Well, you are wrong,” Andy lied, “We are just friends.”

“Ok then so, since you two are just friends I could give her a call.”

“Who is just friends?” Pam came into the office.

“Andy and his nanny,” Anthony said, “did you know he made a research about her?”

“Did you really?” Pam asked Andy, “I told you she was a nice girl, and to be honest I thought you were joking when you said you’ll do it.”

“Why are you all here?” the four turned to see Lynn at the door, but she wasn’t alone, another woman was with her. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“They broke a computer.” Pam told her.

“Traitor!” Seb said.

“Look,” Lynn said annoyed, “I still don’t know how you two,” she stared at Anthony and Sebastian, “Passed the exams to become detectives, cuz you act like children. And as for the computer, you’ll pay for it, both of you, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Anthony and Sebastian answered at the same time.

Both left the office to go back to their department upstairs.

“Are you really going to call that girl?” Anthony asked Sebastian once they were out Andy’s office.

“Of course not, Andy likes her.”

“I don’t think he does.” Anthony replied

“Dude use your eyes! Didn’t you see Andy’s face when he saw her on poker night? His eyes lit when he saw her.” Sebastian told him,

“He was acting kind strange a while ago.”

“Exactly and I think he needs a little push.”

“Come on man, don’t do anything. It’s Andy’s life, if he is not ready to move on you can’t force him, no matter if he likes this girl or not, is his choice, not yours.”

“Fine! I won’t do anything.”

Lynn waited till the two detectives were out of sight and looked back to Pam and Andy.

“Well, now the reason why I’m here. As you know, Mrs. Stevenson retired so let me introduce you to my new secretary, this is Stacy, she just moved here, and I hope you all make her feel welcome.”

Stacy was skinny, had black long hair, pale skin and a pointy nose.

“This is Pam Duffy, chief detective, she works upstairs with the two men that just left.” Pam smiled and Stacy bowed her head. “And this is Andy Barber. He is the ADA.”

“How you doin’?” Andy extended his hand and a flirty smile spread across her face and answered his handshake.

“I’m well, thank you.”

“So,” Lynn continue, “since you have nothing better to do Andy, would you mind give Stacy a tour, when you’re done, you can go home.”

“I better go and check on those two before they break another computer.” Pam left and leave Andy alone with Stacy.

Andy half smiled at Stacy and started walking and showing her the building from the reception up to where Pam’s department and office was.

“What brings you to Newton?” Andy Asked.

“A new start I guess, I recently divorce.”

“Sorry to heard. Amicable I hope.”

“Not quite, but it was for the best. I really hope this place allow me to have a better life.”  She said without stop staring at Andy.

Andy was not sure what it was but he didn’t like the way Stacy looked at him, nor the way her voice sounded when she talked, but again he just met her, maybe she was like that on a daily basics.

“I’m sure you will be comfortable here, everyone in Newton is very welcoming.”

“I’m sure they are.”

After they finished their little tour, Andy said goodbye to Lynn and headed to the elevator. Meanwhile Stacy saw Andy up and down while he walked away and smiled to herself, she took her phone out of her purse and dial her client’s number.

“Just meet him, the new ADA. When I have more information I’ll call you back.”

[fatedefyd]

   @siixkiing​​ ♥’d for spicy Azure starter !

   ❝ i know what i did to you was wrong, Wukong. ❞  Azure laments, hands behind his back as he and his former brother looked up at the lanterns that adorned his chamber  --  his throne room.  ❝ i know that no amount of apologies will make it up to you. i can only hope that, with time, you too will believe in me as you did once before. ❞

         The golden-maned emperor had been generous in keeping the simian in the scroll just long enough for Azure to fully recover from the transfer of the former emperor’s power, and by then the skies and the moons and stars had been properly woven back together.  Like a new glove, it felt tight and uncomfortable, but once he could make it fit.. it was as though the towering being was meant to wield it.  To control and shape it how he meant to after all these years...

         And then, as always, Wukong finds a new way to surprise him.

         As he sits upon his throne, magenta eyes widen when the simian leans towards him, and he can’t help leaning away out of instinct ; as if he was still, somehow, after the agonies of gaining the ultimate status, unworthy of something as simple as the Monkey King’s touch.  Clawed hand rests on Azure’s breastplate, and then begins to travel down with a teasing graze.  Past the arch of his ribs, down the slopes of his abdomen, before finally settling at Azure’s crotch to give it an experimental fondle.  

         With an unintended tremble of his legs, the lion emperor gives his fellow king a silent nod when his golden eyes meet his, giving Wukong permission to continue with his exploration.  If he didn’t know any better, the lion could swear that they were picking up right where they left off..

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @cinisemperium ⌟ ―― Caitlyn & Vi ► Plotted Starter = ❝ tending to Vi's wound and hiding from Silco ❞

Getting Vi off of her feet was her first priority, as well as staying off the radar of those goons. Vi's weight, though shorter than Caitlyn, was nothing but bulk and muscle and she wavered at times to keep Vi up. Her fingers gripped around her waist just above her stomach as she looked over to Vi. "Stay with me now, okay?" Caitlyn encouraged, trying to follow the directions the brawler had given her. Each heavy step of hers dug into the dirt and soil as they moved out of the southern exit of the city deeper into the fissures. She couldn't believe Vi just threw herself off the cliff trying to catch those planks and Caitlyn worried that she might have caused more damage to her already present injury. The sumps were dark and perhaps would give them some cover for now.

Blue eyes looked down, seeing the sweat beading along Vi's brow, the burn against her cheek. They might be just work partners, but Caitlyn's heart beat in fear because it was clear Vi was not in a good place. Caitlyn pulled Vi's arm more, getting her off her feet as much as she could as she tugged her toward the abandoned house. Caitlyn would have talked, to help distract Vi, but she put all her energy right now into carrying the woman as she used her foot to kick open the door and pulled her in. "I'm going to have to treat your wound," Caitlyn said, looking over to see the musty bed. It looked worn, holes chewed into it most likely from rats and mice, and a little hiss and screech came from the corner as a cat ran out of the building. Slowly, Caitlyn lowered Vi down onto the bed, lifting her legs to get her to lie down.

"That was entirely reckless, jumping off like that," Caitlyn spoke, as she pulled her backpack off her back and then moved over to close the door, looking around as she found a chair and pressed it up against the door so that it couldn't be opened. Afterward, she rushed back over toward her bag and pulled out a med kit. She had been trained to always be on one hand for in-field treatments. While she didn't have the skills her father had as a doctor, she knew enough from her training and what her father had talked about now and again. First, she needed to treat the wound, clean it, and stop the bleeding. The problem was, with how deep it went Caitlyn wasn't sure she could, and the threat of internal bleeding was on her mind. "Hey Vi, talk to me," Caitlyn said, as she put the med kit on the bed and sat down next to her; focused on saving her life.

Very little light filtered into the room, but the neon lights from the eye above gave her enough. It illuminated a sort of blue hue into the room, just enough that Caitlyn could see Vi and her wounds without having to waste the lightflash battery. Her hand flicked away a beetle, as her eyes skittered around the environment. Dust and debris were left everywhere like this place hadn't been lived in for the last decade. Old drawings along the wall, what might have been a makeshift desk in one corner and a table in another. This wasn't a place to be treating a wound but it was the only place they had. "I have some pain killer, I can give it to you," Caitlyn offered, turning her attention to Vi as she opened up her kit. A multitude of tools were within it, from small vials of morphine and pain killers, ointment and bandages, blood clotters, needles and thread, and other items needed. Enough to handle serious damage in the field that needed immediate treatment til paramedics could arrive on the scene.

Caitlyn knew, though, that there would be no doctors coming here, no way to get Vi the true treatment they needed. Mentally, Caitlyn cursed like a sailor as she pulled out a few packaged alcohol wipes so she could start cleaning the area.