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nubisaureus · 1 year ago

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getting up in the middle of the night

how they react when you wake up in the middle of the night because you forgot to take your make-up off

character(s): Kuroo, Akaashi (both timeskip)

pairing(s): fem!reader x mentioned Haikyuu characters

contents: established relationship, acts of service, domestic fluff, living together

a/n: can you tell im starting to simp for Kuroo? ffs i published a 4,3k Kuroo smut one shot on ao3, this man has got me on a chokehold recently. Not proofread!

Enjoy! <3

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Kuroo

The night had been rowdy. You two had been guests on a wedding, which had been very fun: giving that it had been on a work day, you two were pooped, so you had both collapsed into bed in your formal clothes.

It was around 2 AM when that had happened, but after a few hours you got woken up by an unpleasant sensation, which felt a lot like your face falling off because of your make-up.

You noticed you were still wearing your wedding attire, and sighed.

Kuroo was peacefully sleeping next to you, shifting uncomfortably in his suit: it looked like his tie was rather uncomfortable, so you pondered whether to turn him around and undo it. It would probably wake him up, and you didn't want to do such a thing, giving he had work tomorrow and you didn't.

Fortunately though, Kuroo did most of the work himself: he instinctively searched for your body in his sleep, pulling you in his embrace. You were now facing him, so you decided to remove his tie: you sneaked your hands on his neck, doing your best to undo the knot in the darkness of your bedroom.

A low hum startled you.

«What are you doing, little one?» he asked, his voice still raspy from the sleep.

«Undoing your tie, Tetsu.»

«Huh?» you ignored him, finally managing to undo his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, letting him breathe.

«Oh, it feels nice..» he had no idea what he was saying, you reckoned: his voice was that of a half-asleep man.

«Now I need to do something, Tetsu. I'll be right back.»

He whined, hugging you closer and rubbing his face in the crook of your neck.

«Where do you wanna go at this time at night???» he sounded like a kid, making you smile.

«Taking my make-up off and putting my pajamas on, that's all. I'll be back in five minutes.» he inhaled your scent, laying a gentle kiss on your neck.

«Promise?» if you could see in the dark, you'd see he was making puppy eyes.

«Promise.» he released you, and you went about your business, finally washing all the make-up off and putting on your comfy pajamas.

When you came back, you found Kuroo naked except for his boxers.

He peeled the sheets off, inviting you in.

«It wouldn't be nice of me to cuddle you in those dirty outside clothes now would it? Thought my skin would be a lot better.» his mischievous smile glimmered in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and you smiled, jumping in bed beside him.

He cradled you in his arms, making you rest your head on his muscular chest, and you kissed it, as he kissed your head.

«Goodnight, love.»

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Akaashi

Akaashi came home late that night, finding you sound asleep in your bed. He knew you had a celebration with your volleyball team, and since it was after practice, he wasn't surprised he found you still in your make-up, your outfit all over the place.

He sighed. «Oh, y/n, you should take better care of yourself.»

As he saw your phone near your head, the picture was clear in his head: you had laid down on the bed, waiting for him to come home, but had fallen asleep in the meantime, too tired to stay up.

He smiled tenderly, setting down the folder with the new manga drawings he'd been revising with Tenma, deciding he wouldn't let you go to sleep like that.

He took the phone away from you, putting it to charge on the bedside table, turned on the bedside lamp, and then decided to focus on you.

He turned you around and unclasped your jeans, carefully sliding them off your legs, trying his best not to wake you up.

As he did though, you started moving around.

«Mh..» you moaned in your sleep, trying to assume your previous position, the result being tangling yourself in the jeans, while a resigned Akaashi decided to wake you up.

«Y/n.» he gently called, slowly rocking you back and forth to wake you in the least traumatizing way possible.

«Huh?» you opened one eye, only to see your face reflected in your boyfriend's glasses.

«Keiji..» you mumbled, trying to reach him, only to wobble because of the jeans.

«What the..?» he sighed, instructing you to lay on your back, and when you did, you felt the weird sensation in your legs disappear.

«What are you doing..?» sleep was still tugging at your eyelids, but you did your best to stay awake.

«You fell asleep in your clothes, love. I'm just taking them off.» he said, but you couldn't quite understand, too sleepy.

«Wait, clothes off? Do you want to..?» your sleepy comment made him giggle.

He kissed your forehead, making you sit up.

«No, love. I'm just making sure you don't go to sleep in your clothes.»

You nodded, humming something he couldn't quite hear.

«Arms up.» you obeyed, and the chilly air of the night caressed your skin, and soon enough you were warm again, enveloped in his scent.

Then the room went silent.

«Keiji..?» you murmured, patting on the bed to look for him.

You heard footsteps.

«I'm here. Hang on.» you felt something fresh and damp being rubbed on your face, and from the scent you could tell it was a make-up wipe.

«A make-up wipe..?»

«Yes. I definitely can't wash your face, but it's better than nothing.»

«Thank you, Keiji.» you said, curling on the bed to snuggle your pillow.

«I'll get to bed soon, okay?» you nodded, smiling in your sleep, which made Keiji smile too.

He got in his pajamas and soon enough was in bed beside you.

As soon as you felt his presence you instinctively snuggled against him, murmuring something in your sleep.

He kissed your shoulder, wishing you goodnight.

a/n: ok but like im melting at my own writing why cant i get a man like akaashi in my life plssssssssss

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spider-man-199999 · 2 years ago

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Pacifier

pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader;

word count: 5K

warnings: drinking; mentions of sex ; Peter is younger than the reader, but still 18. Reader is around 20. Peter is trying to pin reader even though he is younger.

summary: In this one you’re hired as Morgan’s babysitter (and low-key underpaid Stark!assistant). Looking after a little girl isn’t too hard, but looking after her “big bother” as well, definitely is.

an: I might make a part 2; I had so much fun writing this!

part2!

A loud crash from outside the room interrupted the story you were reading to Morgan. She didn't seem bothered, probably used to this type of sounds around the Stark tower, but you definitely weren't. Afternoon naps weren't her favourite and she was almost asleep when someone decided to be so loud outside and interrupt. You sighed and got up.

"I'll be back in a second." you told the little girl as you paced towards the door.

The crashing sounds were becoming more frequent, like someone was hitting walls, falling over on the floor, knocking things out. You didn't really know what to expect on the other side.

"Hey, asshole, I'm trying to put Morgan to sleep here." you said as you opened.

You saw a figure fall over on the floor and start rolling immediately after that. A red and blue suit. There was something on his face, it looked like an octopus but not quite and it seemed like it was trying to eat his head. You were relatively new to all of this Avengers thing, you were hired a while ago but Tony kept you at a distance, however, you definitely knew an alien when you saw one.

"Actually, nevermind." you corrected yourself and walked back in Morgan's room, closing the door shut.

That's how you met Spider-man.

"I could really use a hand here!" he said between pants and grunts, fighting the thing.

You pressed your forehead against the door, thinking about it for a second. Morgan was fast asleep the second you walked away from her, which made the situation a little easier.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit." you whispered to yourself and opened the door again, walking out into the hallway.

You looked around, trying to find something that would be useful. Spider-man was still rolling around on the floor, pulling at that thing that was making weird squeaky sounds and spreading something like saliva everywhere. The closest thing to a weapon there was a vase with the length of your forearm that got knocked over in the process. You grabbed it and walked over to the rolling man on the floor.

"Stay still." you told him.

He lay on his back, still pulling the thing away from his head as you slammed the vase into it, breaking it. The alien squealed in pain and for a second stopped trying to bite off Spider-man's head. He took advantage of that and threw it to the foor, shooting a web over it after that. He finally relaxed as the fight for his life was over, looking over at you.

"Thanks." he muttered

"Yeah um, no problem I guess?"

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"Hey, can you run to the lab, I forgot a black file folder there and I need it for my meeting that's in like 5 minutes." Tony said while checking his watch.

You were playing with Morgan and her dolls in the living room when he walked in. He seemed in a hurry, fixing his tie. You looked around the room after he spoke, it was just the three of you.

"Me?"

"No, Morgan. Of course it's you, I'll play with her while you're gone. And skim over the papers, there should be 10 pages inside. You have 3 minutes."

You got up and moved as quickly as you could. On most days you were losing the idea of the whole babysitting thing. Often Tony would make you do things like you were his assistant, schedule meetings, arrange travels, send you off buying things. You didn't mind doing that, especially since he was paying you and you got to live rent free in the Stark tower with his family. You were free to attend your university classes, that was part of your contract, but besides that you didn't get any other off hours. A contract that Tony made you rewrite yourself after you got accepted into ESU to fit both of your needs legally. You couldn't really complain though. The job came with more perks than anyone could ever want. Plus, you got to know all of the Avengers and people that talked to you in class were always excited to talk to you because of that.

You read through the pages in the folder on your way back to the living room. All 10 of them were there and they were about some new materials and research for the Spider-man suit Tony had been making.

Oh, Spider-man.

After your first encounter with him, things got kind of awkward whenever he came by. He was a nice kid, a little nerdy, but would never pass up an opportunity to flirt with you. It's not like you hated the attention but your life was already too busy to think about boys.

"Heyyyyyy" you heard when you walked into the living room, looking up to see Peter smile. He was blushing while he looked at you.

You closed the folder and handed it to Tony while you held the awkwards eye contact with the younger boy.

"You should review the third page, it's not clarified where the electrum that you're using came from. If it's a naturally occurring alloy or a man-made one. The origin may not be important when you're actually using it, but for the lawyers it is."

"Oh, right, thanks kid." Tony said, taking out a pen from the inside pocket of his jacket so he could write down the missing information.

You walked over to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a bottle of water. Peter tailed after you like a puppy.

"Can you pass me a bottle as well?"

You grabbed one and tossed it in his direction. The two of you took a sip at the same time.

"So how was school?" you asked him

"Fine, the usual. We had a quiz in physics, I think I did well. How was uni?"

You shrugged at his question, looking over at Morgan. You could see her sitting on the floor and watching something on the TV through the door. Pepper was about to be home any minute now, which meant you were off duty for the night.

"Shouldn't you be joining the meeting?"

"No, mr Stark thinks the only thing I'll be good at is distract people there."

"He has a point."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I had to skip this week. Tony flew over to Germany with Pepper, I had to run things around here."

"There goes being a responsible student."

You rolled your eyes at him. University classes were nothing like school, you could afford missing them as long as you could catch up on the material on your own after that. Peter was so actively trying to close the gap between the two of you that it was getting annoying.

"It's fine, next week The Vacation starts. I'll be free for 14 whole days to knock myself out with classes."

"The vacation?" Peter asked, following your steps when you went down the hall, headed to your room.

The Vacation was a tradition that you imposed on the Stark family as "a good habit to establish closeness between them and trust in you". It was an event that occurred for an entirety of two weeks every year since you started working for them. It was the second time they were going to do it and you were more than thrilled that your plan worked. The whole point of it was to bring the family closer together. You would pick the destination, make reservations in a very expensive hotel on a far off island and send all of the Starks there to bond. There were few rules, mostly ideas that you collectively brainstormed. They were not allowed to use phones, the only exceptions that could be made were if 1) the world was ending; 2) aliens were invading earth; 3) someone died. And in those cases, you had to call the hotel and make the staff inform Tony. The only downside was that you didn't get to go. But that wasn't all bad, you had 2 weeks to go to all the college parties your heart desired and do all the things you usually didn't have time to.

"Yeah, we get two weeks off."

"We?"

"The Starks, I meant. They are the ones who get to go on a trip and relax for 14 days while we keep things running around here."

"Does not sound like something Mr. Stark would do."

"You're right, he hated it at first but after he came back it was... He was very different."

The two of you had reached your bedroom at that point, standing in front of the door.

"So you'll be gone for two weeks?"

"Unfortunately, no, but I already have plans."

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"Wait what do you mean he's staying here?" you asked, looking around the table.

Tony said he wanted a big dinner before they left for Santorini, and that somehow translated to your regular once a month "family" dinners with Peter. You looked over at the flustered boy, throwing mental daggers at him while Tony spoke.

"I took a chance last year, but no I don't really like the idea of you being alone here for an entire two weeks."

"Is this because I did something to lose your trust or do you just think I'm defenseless?"

"I don't think you're ENTIRELY defenseless. But it does feel more comfortable to have someone with, say, super strength around, just in case."

"In case of what? Me wanting to rearrange the entire house? Just a reminder that if I didn't help him three months ago, his head would be in some octopus' belly right now."

"You're exaggerating that!" Peter whined, embarrassed by the reference.

"Look, kid, I know you well enough to understand how irritating this must be for you, and a year ago I probably didn't care enough if you died while we were gone-"

"TONY!" Pepper tried to cut him off.

"-but as I was about to say, now I do. That's my decision and it's final."

You really wanted to continue the argument, to try and persuade him into changing his mind. But you didn't. His words touched you and you could really see where he was coming from. But Peter... out of all the Avengers out there, all of the 8 thousand mutants in New York, he had to choose Spider-man.

"I promise you won't even know I'm here!" Peter said, in a desperate attempt to appease you.

"Peter, it's alright."

Your reaction had taken everyone a back, they expected you to fight back more fiercely than this.

"What?" you asked when you noticed everyone's stare. "Did you really expect me to throw a tantrum over this? Wow, maybe I should come with you after all, apparently you people don't know me at all."

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The first couple of days were actually going according to your plans. You wanted to go to some parties and you were doing just that. You stumbled out of the elevator, giggling to yourself. A spider web shot your hand to the wall. Normal you would immediately start asking what the fuck was happening, but drunk you just looked at the web and started laughing her ass off.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Peter ran towards you, pulling at the web on your hand. You kept on laughing. He actually thought you were someone who was trying to break in.

"I'm lucky you shoot webs and not bullets!"

"Well, webs aren't the only thing I can shoot." he muttered under his breath.

"Ew, Pete, nasty." you giggled, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I'm so glad you have super-strength. I can't walk."

"What?"

"Take me to my bedroom, please." you laughed, your knees feeling wobbly because of the alcohol. He felt you start to relax and wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you tightly.

"Damn, so Mr. Stark was right, you needed someone around to take care of you." He said, a blushing mess while he picked you up like a bride and started walking towards your room. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your head rested on his shoulder.

"Pffff, no, I'm the caretaker!! I'm taking care of you too right now!" you protested.

"Sure you are." he laughed, loving that side of you. He wished your normal conversations could be this effortless and fun. Peter hated the front you were always putting on in front of everybody, especially him. He opened the door to your room, walking in and placing you down on the bed. He looked at you laying on the bed, wondering if he should take advantage of your bubbliness or not.

Your hands moved down to your jeans, you were drunk, but there was no way in hell you were going to sleep in your clothes. You undid them and started pulling them down your legs.

"Wow, wow, wow, though we were at least going on a date before this." you heard Peter say, noticing him in the room just now.

You gasped in shock, starting to laugh after that. He turned his back not to look while you undressed, wondering if he should just leave or not.

"Hey, I was meaning to ask..."

"Shhhhh, you talk way more than you usually do in my dreams, I'm trying to sleep."

"In your dreams?" he asked, turning his head so fast he almost snapped his neck. You were laying down in your underwear, back turned to him.

"Yeah, like now, you're almost always in my dreams, but we never talk."

"What do we do then?"

You rolled over on your back, head turning towards him to look in his eyes. Even in the pitch darkness he could feel your eyes burning the skin on his face and it made him blush even more.

"You know what we do, you're always there!" you said, annoyance in your tone.

That's when he knew he had to draw the line and walk out of the room, it felt wrong to take advantage of your state and he knew you would kill him the next day if you remembered anything.

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Peter Parker was a lucky bastard. Not only did he get to be alone in the same house as his crush for two whole weeks, but somehow he even managed to convince her to go to Flash's party with him. Yes, you were very displeased with that fact, tried everything in your power to convince him it was a bad idea but he didn't listen.

"How is this not embarrassing for the both of us?" you asked on the way there.

"Why would it be embarrassing?"

"For starters, you're going to a party with your babysitter. And I'm a college student attending a highschool party... What's next? You blackmail me into being your date to prom?"

"You're not my babysitter, I'm yours."

"No you're not."

"How am I not? Mr. Stark made me stay over in his house so you wouldn't be alone! I'm the babysitter!"

"Peter you're like 15, you can't be the babysitter when you're the actual baby!"

"I'm 18."

"Wait you are? Why am I driving then?"

Despite the hard time you were giving him almost the entire time, he convinced you. And now he got to watch you while you chatted with his best friend, holding a cup of punch.

"How do you even know a girl like that, Penis Parker?" Flash asked him, both of them standing side by side while observing you.

"Well, you know, the Stark internship and all."

"Honestly, I thought she was imaginary. She's not a paid actress, right?"

"Yeah, well no, if I paid her she'd have to be nice to me."

You glanced over to the two of them, smiling lightly when you caught them staring. You've been getting stares the whole night, and it really did feel like you were back in high school. The two boys got flustered when you caught them, turning their heads in opposite directions. You shook your head.

"It was lovely talking to you, Ned. But I have a fanclub to tend to, see you around." you said, placing your hand on Ned's shoulder as a goodbye gesture and walked off to Peter and Flash.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite senior!" you said with a giggle, standing next to Peter. The alcohol seemed to be kicking in because you were unexpectedly nice to him.

"I'm Flash, the host." Flash said and reached out a hand to you.

You looked at him. You didn't know too much about Flash, only that he didn't like Peter and was giving him a hard time. That was one of the reasons why you agreed to this, to help the poor boy out, stop the bullying for a little while. You blinked a few times, not taking his hand.

"Y\n." you said simply, turning to Peter again. You placed your free hand on his shoulder, scooting over to him so you could get on your tip-toes and whisper into his ear. "So that's the mighty Flash guy? Looks like a loser to me."

Peter laughed softly at your words, placing a hand on your waist to help you keep your balance.

"So, how do you like the party guys?" Flash tried to bounce back.

The two of you looked at him. He stared back at you, noticing Peter's hand on your waist that you didn't seem to mind at all. Flash was really feeling like the loser tonight. The guy he constantly bullied came to his party with a college girl. And not just any college girl, one that worked for Stark Industries, and was drop-dead gorgeous on top of it all. And she had Peter Parker's arm wrapped around her.

"For a high school party... it's okay." you said, resting your head on Peter's shoulder.

"Well I throw the best parties! Peter wouldn't know, he's rarely invited."

"Peter's seen way better parties than this one, I take him to the ones we throw on campus all the time, right Pete?" You lied. You were lying to defend Peter and make him look cooler.

He nodded to your words. You could practically see Flash's face turn red as he was showed up, once again.

"Whatever." He muttered and walked away.

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The more time you spent with Peter, the harder it got to dislike him. It's not like you really disliked him to begin with, but it annoyed you how absurdly confident he was in the Spider-man suit. He tried flirting as Peter Parker as well, sure, but nothing could compare to Spider-man. And for some reason you hated the fact that he was younger than you. There was nothing morally wrong with liking him, he was 18 and you were just two years older, in perspective this would not matter at all once he got in college, which was about to happen in a few months anyway. Something about the thought of having a high school boyfriend while you were halfway done with your degree really made you cringe.

But you had to give him credit for trying so hard. The boy just wouldn't give up, no matter how brutal you were every time he tried something. This whole internal conflict of yours was tearing you apart, and it got worse since he moved in for the two weeks.

"Okay listen." you started as you parked your car in the campus parking lot. "Do not go disappearing on me. And don't drink, not even a sip, you're too young for that. If the police come, run."

"And I thought you were going to have a positive influence on me."

"We're doing this because of you, remember? You were the one who wanted to make Flash shut up by posting a picture from an actual frat party."

"You were the one who lied about that."

"Well, I'm sorry that I was trying to help."

You got out of the car and locked it after Peter followed. You knew in your heart that this was a very, very bad idea. You were just praying that you wouldn't get drunk enough to do something you'd regret and that he wouldn't get drunk at all. Someone had to drive the two of you back home and it definitely wasn't going to be you. You handed him the car keys before you started walking to the frat house. He put them in his jean pocket, following you like he usually did. Frat parties were nothing like the one Flash threw a few days ago, things here always got out of control. People were taking body shots, smoking, using drugs, making out. The whole "please don't break anything, it's my parents' house" vibe was not there. You knew it, Peter definitely knew it as well.

"Let's get the pictures and be done with this." you told him over the loud music.

He nodded, unsure if he actually wanted to stay or leave. He was not a party guy, but he didn't completely hate the experience. You grabbed yourself a drink, greeting a few people you knew from classes.

"I cannot believe this!" Someone shouted behind you, making you and Peter both turn in sync. It was Lidia, a girl you had a group project with a few weeks back. You texted here and there but you could never make it to places she invited you.

"Oh hey" you said, hugging the strawberry blonde and smiling.

"How did you manage to get out of that corporate job you have? And who is this eye candy?" you smiled at Peter, offering her hand to introduce herself.

"That's Peter Parker, he's my...." you stopped, looking over at him. You started the sentence with the wrong words but it was too late to switch it up.

"Boyfriend." He just had to jump at the opportunity, didn't he?

"He definitely wishes he was." you snapped back at him, looking over at Lidia again. "He's an intern."

"Come on babe, you don't have to be shy about it."

He was pushing his limits here and enjoying it, smiling at how embarrassed and flustered you'd get trying to deny it. It really made it seem like you were just uncomfortable labeling something you really did have with him and he was taking initiative.

"Such a shame, if I had locked up a snack like that I would be bragging to the whole world!" Linda said, laughing at your reaction together with Peter. She pulled him closer, whispering in his ear. "I'm not surprised by her act, she doesn't like sharing anything about herself, you have a tough nut to crack."

Lidia left the two of you with an encouraging smile, like you really had something to do with him.

"Traitor." you told him, drinking the entire content of your cup in one breath.

"Wow, take it easy, I'm not carrying you around like last time."

"I'm so mad at you! Why did you say that?"

"Why not? It's not like she'll see me ever again, tell her we broke up next time she asks."

"It was straight up unnecessary!"

He put his hands on your shoulders, lowering himself down on your eye level.

"You're making a scene right now. Relax, I did it so girls wouldn't flirt with me."

You gave him the death glare that he was so used to seeing.

"Like anyone would flirt with you!"

"Yes, your friend did, the second she saw me."

He was right, she did start her introduction with a flirt, which annoyed you slightly, but it wasn't something you wouldn't get over.

"Don't try anything with me." you told him. You knew how you got when you were drunk and you'd feel bad if he took advantage of that.

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"Pete?" you knocked on a bedroom door upstairs. No answer.

You got absolutely hammered after your argument with Peter. He spent the night running after you like a bodyguard because you would wander off somewhere without even saying a word. You did it again, after he told you to stay put so he could go to the bathroom. He said he'd be back in 5 minutes. He was back in 3, but you were gone. Since you had no perception of time while you were drunk, you thought he was gone for more than half an hour and started looking for him. So, the two of you were basically looking for each other at a frat party. You went upstairs, walking in on two or three couples making out or even having sex while looking for him. He, on the other hand, was searching downstairs. He found Lidia and asked her for help, to which she agreed.

After not having any luck upstairs, you headed straight out of the house before any of them could catch a glimpse of you. Peter tried calling but your phone, along with the car keys, were in his pocket.

"I'm really starting to get freaked out here." He told Linda as they walked up the stairs together.

"Look, if we find her here, I'm sorry. If we don't, I'll start to worry as well."

They didn't find you in any of the frat bedrooms which was both good and bad news at the same time.

"Is there any chance she could have gone home?"

"No, I'm the one driving back. Unless she took a cab, but I doubt that, her phone is here as well."

They walked out of the house, Peter sat on the stairs and pulled at his hair nervously. How did you manage to disappear into thin air in 3 minutes? He was the one supposed to look after you. Lidia sat down next to him, placing her hand on his back and running it up and down for comfort. She leaned closer to him, her body pressing to the side of his. Peter turned his head to look at her but they were interrupted by a familiar fit of laughter. Peter stood up, looking in the direction of the sound when he saw you down the street. One of your arms was holding onto a lampost while you were swinging around it in circles and laughing.

"Thank god." he said in relief, offering a hand to Lidia. "I present to you, drunk Y\N. One of the funniest people you'll ever meet."

The two of them paced towards you.

"PETEY!" you said, letting go of the lamp. You were dizzy from the spinning and the alcohol but made a few wobbly steps in his direction, so he could catch you just before you fell. You looked up to him and cupped his cheeks with your palms, squishing his face.

''Here's my little, almost minor wanna-be-boyfriend!" you giggled.

He turned you around, pressing your back against his chest and wrapped his arms around you so you could face Lidia. She was staring at you in disbelief.

"My friend! The only one I have. Pete, look, my friend!" you turned your head to Peter and pointed at Lidia. He laughed at you, kissing the top of your head. Peter couldn't help but fall in love with you even harder when you were acting like a toddler that needed attention.

"You weren't wrong, this is funny." Lidia said after the initial shock was over.

"Okay, missy, we should probably go home now."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because you'll want to kiss!"

"I mean, I always want to kiss you, I don't see your point."

"But there are no people at home!"

"And?"

"There won't be a reason not to kiss!"

"So you're saying what's stopping you from kissing me here are the people?"

"Yes."

"And if there weren't any people around, you would kiss me?"

"No! You would kiss me!"

"I want to kiss you now as well?" Peter and Lidia laughed, making you puzzled.

"No, you got it wrong!"

"How did I get it wrong?"

"We can't go home because we will kiss."

"Now you're making me want to go home even more."

You thought about it for a second, confused. You looked up at Peter and then at Lidia who were dying from laughter at that point. It got you even more confused than before.

"Okay, Lidia, it was lovely meeting you, but I need to get her to bed." Peter said after they calmed down.

"We can't go home!"

"If I promise not to kiss you, can we go home?"

"I guess."

Peter was holding you the whole time but let you go so you could hug your friend goodbye. He didn't want to let go, it was the only time you would ever let him touch you without getting angry at him and he wanted it to last longer, so when you turned to him again, his arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he escorted you to the car.

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You were awfully silent the whole ride back.

"Are you still worried about me kissing you?" He asked after the two of you got inside.

"No."

"Then why are you so quiet?" he asked, sitting down on the couch. You sat down next to him, staring at him. He turned his head to look at you, a bit weirded out from your act.

"You're starting to freak me out here."

"Sorry." you mumbled, looking down at your lap now.

You turned your head to look back at him, then down your lap again, and repeated the whole process a few times like a robot that was experiencing a glitch. Peter looked at you with the side of his eyes because he was checking the replies to his instagram stories from the frat party. He turned his head fully towards you, his eyebrows furrowed. Before he could say anything, you leaned in and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. Your lips crashed together and you gave him the softest, sweetest kiss in his life. He dropped his phone on the floor but he couldn't care less about that right now, his crush was kissing him. His hands grabbed your waist while yours were on his cheeks, your lips dancing together. He tried to pull away because he was uncertain of how much you really wanted this but your teeth dug into his bottom lip and pulled him back in again.

"Pete" you said softly after the kiss, both of your foreheads pressed against each other's as your hot heavy breaths mixed together.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna do the thing we do in my dreams."

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malarign · 2 years ago

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music of a forgotten pledge

(when he forgot about your recital)

contains: idolbf!Heeseung x fem!reader | genre: angst with fluffy ending | tw! swearing (literally just once but still) | wc: 1,0k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: i got this idea just when i finished my other post (that's a c-major chord), but this time roles are a bit different, and it’s not a fluff anymore

You heard how the audience enthusiastically cheered after your successful performance. You played your whole program perfectly, putting your heart and emotions into every note, making a few people shed some tears and some throwing single flowers on the stage which you collected one by one.

You also felt like you were going to cry here and there, unfortunately not because of the music and emotions you conveyed in it. But because certain someone didn’t appear to remember about that one special day you had. Even though you asked Heeseung if he had any plans for that day even a few days ago he still failed to come and listen your recital.

You bowed to still the applauding audience and quickly went backstage. Passing by fellow musicians complimenting your gig you sat down in an only empty room trying to calm yourself down. Managing to stop your tears from flowing, you took your phone from a vanity only to see the live icon next to your boyfriend’s band name. You clicked on the notification to see another dance jam live, seeing how the boys were fooling around in their practice room. Usually, that view would make your day better and help you put on a smile, but knowing how those kinds of lives could have been postponed only made you furious. Remembering how excitedly you were telling him about all the pieces you’re going to play, him saying how he couldn’t wait finally to see you perform, made your heart break. You packed your bag, not wasting your time to change into more comfortable clothes, to pay a visit to one of Hybe’s practice rooms.

You arrived at the destination and paid the driver. Stepping outside you took a quick glance at your phone, seeing that they are dancing to their last song. You hurriedly went inside, bidding the security welcome. You asked one of the staff you recognized to hold the elevator for you and went to Enhypen’s floor. Not bothering to knock you just opened the door to see seven boys laying in different positions on the wooden floor, resting after a solid hour of dancing.

“Y/n!” Jungwon was the first one to notice your presence, the rest of Enhypen greeting you either with short and breathless “Hi” or just waving their hands.

Heeseung on the other hand raised his head and upper body to sit up, facing you. Ready to welcome you, he stopped when he acknowledged the way you were dressed. A long crimson dress hugged your body, a black folder filled with scores in your hand. This view made his heart sink, knowing how much he fucked up.

“Nice dress Y/n. Do you guys have a date?” asked Sunoo.

“Y/n dear, if you do, you got to wait, it’ll take some time for Heeseung to get rid of that nasty smell he had produced for the past hour” Jake joked, his comment followed by Sunghoon’s resounding laughter.

You still looked at Heeseung, but seeing how to didn’t budge to say anything twirled around and walked out of the room. The sound of your short heels echoed in the halls when you heard him running in your direction and calling your name. Not sparing a glance at him or stopping in your tracks, you soon felt his warm hand on your wrist making you halt. You looked at him, fury in your eyes. He saw the tear stains on your cheeks, regretting not putting this day into his calendar to remember better.

“Y/n, please, I’m really sorry…” he spoke when you interrupted him.

“You know what? Save your words. We’ll speak at home. After you shower,” you said somewhat cold-heartedly and emotionlessly, smelling the sweat from his soaked clothes.

His grip softened and you continued walking to the elevator, praying you wouldn’t have to awkwardly wait for it. Thankfully it arrived almost immediately, so you took a step inside and made your way to the exit.

You entered your apartment, leaving shoes near the front door. After changing your dress into pair of sweats and some big T-shirt that most probably didn’t belong to you, you sat yourself comfortably on the couch. You thought about the alternative day when Heeseung showed up to your recital, bought you beautiful flowers, and then after successfully capturing people’s hearts with your music took you on a date in some of your favorite restaurants. That’s how you imagined this day, but instead you were sitting in your living room, crying again, regretting not reminding him about it.

You cried so much you didn’t even notice when Heeseung came back home. He kneeled in front of you, his hair slightly wet after taking a quick shower, and your favorite flowers in his hand. You looked down at him, staring straight into his big eyes, that expressed apology in every way they could. Not letting him speak you fell into his arms, hugging him tightly. He placed the flowers on the coffee table and hugged you back, pulling you on his lap at the same time. While you continued to cry he rubbed your back and tangled his fingers into your hair.

“I’m really sorry, angel. I wish I could turn back time and be there on your special day, I really do. But I can’t, so I promise you to never forget about your recitals. Even if I’ll have schedule next time, I’ll do anything and everything to listen to you play,” he said taking your face into his hands and kissing your tears away.

“You promise?” you asked, voice cracking silently.

“I promise,” he stated, taking your hand and placing it on the left side of his chest.

You looked at him, tears still brimming in your eyes, but smiling softly.

“I should’ve just reminded you. I know how packed your schedule is and how easy it is to forget things while having so much to do.”

“Don’t take the blame on you, because it’s fully my fault. I should have remembered,” he protested soon pulling you to his chest.

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smolvenger · 3 months ago

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Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter 22 (Loki x Fem Reader Crossover Series, Court of Thorns and Roses AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters- Especially the events in the second book, A Court of Mist and Fury and onwards. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him.

Chapter Summary: Being invited to a dinner party, you and your companions seize the chance to get the first trove.

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Word Count: >4K

Warnings: Some spicy flirting, but no actual smut. Not much, some angst. Greif and mentions of bullying. If I miss anything, let me know! Proceed with caution, but I take full responsibility for how I portray dark subject matter and if it is not done tastefully or well. If I miss anything that could be triggering, it is your responsibility to tell me as soon as possible so I can tag it here. Otherwise, enjoy!

A/N: I have had major writer's block since moving into an apartment and starting grad school, but maybe something will come up and I will be blocked from Character AI bc I waste all of my time there now. Anyways, it is not perfect, but I just wanted it done. Ta da!

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You, Edith, your husband, Stella, and Sif huddled on a cafe table. The building was painted in pastel greens and pinks, with wide windows filtering in sunlight as guests chatted around all of you. But it was not so noisy that one could not focus on the manuscript. Edith sat at the other end, nervously drinking her coffee, her sandwich untouched. The rest of you huddled together tight to read it together, Sif being the one to turn the pages.

Loki did raise his eyebrow at a few points, Stella’s bulged out. Sif only had no facial reaction.

Edith’s story was about a ghost who haunted a woman in her home. She added details of the dark house and creaking wood. Of the ghost's skeletal fingers, a skull-like face was blank except for a wide mouth, open with sharp teeth. The characters seemed as real as flesh, with little details that only someone who observed others could make. At one point, the woman was asleep when the ghost screamed. The noise rattled the house and would not stop, waking the woman up in fright. It made you shiver.

The heroine had a past, as did the house, but it was not revealed. As you got to the end of the snippet, you were eager to know the truth, but Sif set the pages down on the table.

“Miss Cushing, that was incredible!” Stella cried, a hand over her heart. Perhaps it was still racing from the terror of the story.

Edith nodded with a smile, a blush coming up on her.

“Oh, thank you!” she replied. She sat up straighter, and her voice brighter.

“I had chills!” you added on.

“It…wasn’t bad at all,” Loki admitted.

“Well, when I was young. I saw something- and heard noises. I believe I encountered a ghost. I never forgot it,” she admitted. “Father never believed me, only a friend did.”

“A ghost?” Sif asked, she folded her arms.

Edith reached over. She carefully put her papers into the folder and wrapped her arms around it like a baby.

“Yes.” was all she said.

“And has this ghost been to you since, Miss Cushing?” Loki asked.

Edith set down the folder.

“No…. I wrote to explore that. I had an idea and it would never leave me. It was like a fever- I had to write it down. Besides, I always loved stories and books…Mama was the only woman I knew who loved them too and then she…she passed.”

She slumped, her eyes growing vacant. Stella reached out and held her hand.

“She would be proud of you now. Creating something and putting it out there, takes great courage,” you consoled.

A small smile flickered on Edith.

“When did she pass?” asked Stella.

“When I was ten,” answered Edith.

“All this while still a child? You poor thing!” replied Stella.

Edith let out a deep sigh.

“I hope you get published. There are women writers out there- you will be one of them in enough time if you keep at it,” you encouraged her.

“Thank you I…” there were tears in her eyes.

“Oh, is something wrong? We didn’t- offend you?” you asked. Digging into your reticule, you pulled out a handkerchief. Edith gripped onto it, twisting it anxiously.

“It’s only…I…I…” began Edith.

She hesitated. Her lips quivering, then she hung her head low and began her confession.

“No, you didn’t offend me at all, it’s only…I…I hated girls my age. When I was little, I was so obsessed with all those things- ghosts, death, books, novels. I struggled to relate to them when I was little because I just wanted to talk about what I was reading. They didn’t even…try to make room for me. I was excluded. I misunderstood their games and their words. I tried so hard, but it was never good enough. And as a child they-they…”

She paused.

“Mrs. McMichael’s daughter Eunice and her friends always bullied me. They brought me along to be their fool, something to kick at. And I…I just felt so alone…I always did…I didn’t like them. They laughed at me. Teased me. Locked me in rooms. Called me names. And even now that we’re grown…they still keep at it. And I always have to spend time with them. Trying to discuss ribbons at least and dealing with their jabs at most. And Mrs. McMichael…she…I’m always so scared I will say something wrong, something bad…and they’ll laugh at me again. I try so hard to be nice to them. To not strike back because it will only make things worse. But…I could never be myself. But even when I barely said anything, they would always find a way to insult me. To make me less. I didn’t want to go to balls. Go to anything. I didn’t want to go somewhere where I’d be a figure of scorn…and I was…I was always alone…”

“They’re cowards and fools,” Sif spat.

Edith smiled at that, wiping a few small tears with the handkerchief.

“Yes, they are. But…not since…since now I…I never could speak to anyone other than Michael, much less another woman, and I…I…” she babbled.

She smiled lightly, her tears still in her small eyes.

“Not until today. When I met all of you,” she completed.

“I guess we can all consider each other friends. And I’m glad to have you as one, Edith” you replied.

Edith then handed the handkerchief back, her face pink.

“Oh goodness, I just cried in public,” she sighed.

“It’s alright, it was rather small,” Stella assured her with a smile.

There was a small pause. Edith had gathered herself. Her appetite returned and she ate her sandwich. Topics went back and forth as the mood lightened. As the bill was paid, she turned to the rest of you.

“Oh- there is a dinner party later this week at my place. Father and I are hosting. It’s going to be a smaller, intimate affair but he said I could invite anyone I wanted…But…could I invite all of you?” she asked.

Loki raised an eyebrow.

“I think that-”

Clutching his hand, you cut in, interrupting him with an enthusiastic smile.

“We would love to be invited! Can my husband’s friends come too? In total- that should make eight of us, if you have the seats!” you replied.

Loki looked at you, but you squeezed his fist, signaling him to not speak.

“Yes, of course!” Edith promised. “Where are all of you staying.”

This time, you turned to Loki. He replied that his friend Mr. Pine found a hotel for all of them and that the RSVPs could be forwarded to the address and hotel rooms. Edith vowed to do so, scribbling the address on paper and saying the invites would arrive shortly. Saying your goodbyes, she then left the cafe with a bounce in her step.

Once the door closed, Loki flipped his face to all of you.

“What in the seven hels is going to a Midgard banquet going to accomplish?” he asked.

“That banquet is exactly where we need to be,” Sif replied. She made glares here and there to make sure no mortal was watching. Or a possible spy.

“What?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“Edith has the ring. YN’s powers sensed it,” Stella explained.

“It’s in her house,” you added. “And unless you know how to break into a house tonight and not raise any suspicions with Edith, go ahead and say so.

Loki let out an exhale. His face relaxed.

“Oh…well then… we got lucky. Too lucky. To think me and the variants did all of that foolish searching when our dear, fair ladies walked right into it!” he commented.

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The invitations arrived on notes the color of snow. The days seemed long and slow before the evening of the fateful dinner party arrived. Five of you, it was noted, all had similar faces and voices, the variants all agreed to tell others that they were distant relations in case someone asked questions. The men donned evening tuxedos. You were in a rich, dark green gown, Stella her sky blue, and Sif one of wine red.

“I should go. I want to be in the search. And I don’t want to be stuck where it’s dull,” Sif insisted.

“I’ll go with you, you need my powers to find the ring. And if Grendel were to strike, he wouldn’t do it in the middle of a crowded party,” you nodded.

It was then decided. You and Sif would look, while the rest distracted the hosts and partygoers.

Your cabs pulled up to the house. As servants took your coats and escorted you inside, you noted the light wood, the grandfather clock and mirrors, and the elaborate glass windows. Warm, light, and sweet.

“One would think this is like a fairy house.,” Thomas commented, looking about.

There were footsteps and distant chatter of a few guests. Then in came Edith, dressed in a cream dress with ruffles at the long neck and sleeves.

“Oh! Our party! Hello- welcome!” she greeted.

All of you exchanged greetings and names, ever polite and gracious to the strangers in your party. She smiled at you and the ones she met, and then she shook hands with Hal, Jonathan, Robert…

She paused with Thomas, locking eyes with her. She partially froze. Her smile dropped. Then she found herself again, her eyes flicking down and then back up.

“And you, sir?” she asked.

“Sir Thomas Sharpe, esquire. And Miss Cushing- and I hear you are a talented writer, too, I presume?” he asked. He smiled back. But it was different than the merely happy-to-be-here-please-don’t-suspect-a-thing manners of the others. His eyes shined on her.

“Yes..yes, I am,” she admitted shyly. Though you could see her cheeks were pink.

“And of ghost stories, I heard?” he added.

“Oh- yes, that is my specialty,” she answered. She beamed at him like there was no one else in the party.

“Well then, I have a particular fondness for them. You must promise to let me read it, and if not- then tell me every last little detail about it,” he said.

She nodded and said she would. Then the door opened with a couple that just came in and she excused herself to greet them, but not before looking at Thomas one last time.

“Ah, the large party,” said a baritone voice.

There entered an older man, tall and broad with an impressive, grey beard. He smiled at each of you. But he turned to you, Sif, and Stella first.

“And you three are the ones who defended my daughter against the notorious Mrs. McMichael, yes?” he asked.

“Yes, we were the ones present,” you answered.

“Well then, I will always offer my warmest gratitude. Mrs. McMichael is fond of kicking the hornet's nest, we shall say,” he replied.

He reached out his hand and you shook it, his skin calloused. “I am Mr. Cushing.”

Edith led you down the short hall to the dining room. There were lit candles everywhere, making the scene lush and romantic. The table was set with a white cloth and vases of flowers and candelabras. The place was decorated with tall china cabinets, a stone fireplace, and a wall with tall windows. Appetizers were served on porcelain. Water was served in one glass and wine in another.

You waited through the courses. Engaging in topics as they came and went. The men seemed to all be doing fine. Though there were a few odd questions about the “business trip” and how they were related, Loki came up with lies on the spot to satisfy them. Sif held her posture uptight and helped herself to the main course, eating heartily and quickly. Stella cut up her chicken into small bits and always smiled. Edith and Thomas exchanged several glances and smiles, even when others were talking.

“Why, this is such a beautiful place, Miss Cushing! And what an elegant cake!” Stella praised as dessert arrived.

“Oh, thank you. The cook has never failed us once. Wait until you try a bite!” Edith said.

Taking in a deep breath, you calmed yourself. You made your jaw unclench and relaxed your shoulders. Focusing on the blank white of the tablecloth, you reached out your senses.

Ignoring the sounds of eating and sipping, the whispering of servants, you focused on the ring. Something was pulling you above the stairs. Edith’s bedroom was down that hall. It poked at you like an insistent child.

But where exactly was-

“And Mrs Laufeyson, how did you meet your husband?” asked Mr. Cushing.

Snapping back to the present, you looked up and smiled.

“Oh…I was dreadfully ill. And he heard of me and offered his help to make sure I had medical care. He saved my life…”

You turned to Loki.

“And not just my body, far more than that” she replied.

Loki sat up, his jaw a little loose. Then he smiled.

“Oh, how romantic!’ cried one guest.

Taking a bite of cake, you found it was layered, delicate, and sweet.

Slices were eaten and servants cleared plates. Some ladies went to one parlor and the men were trickling to another, but there were exceptions. Edith and Thomas were by the fire, talking and chatting- you even saw Edith laugh lightly. It was Jonathan who walked up to the host himself, Mr. Cushing, and was asking him about his business. Loki was beside him, in case any gaps needed filling. The rest of the men had the other variants, content to drink brandy and smoke, and seem innocent. Stella was listening intently to old ladies gossip, as they led her to the drawing room.

Loki then went up to you.

“Ah, and is it time?” he asked.

“Yes, it is,” you answered him quietly.

You shared a look at Sif. She nodded her head.

Both of you walked over to a far corner.

Loki raised his hand and two duplicates of you both appeared. Your husband smirked.

“Ah, now two of my lovely wife? Our nights could become a lot more interesting…” he whispered.

“Oh, stop it!” you teased.

He raised an eyebrow.

“But would you like a duplicate of me? Hm? To have two of your trickster god worshiping you at once? Pleasuring you until you couldn’t remember your name?” he whispered.

Feeling your toes curl in your shoes, you lightly swatted his arm.

“If my husband could control his lust for one hour, we have a ring to find,” you reminded him.

He gave you a wink, and then walked away with the duplicates to join the other men.

Making sure your steps were light, you both picked up your skirts and scurried up the steps. The servants were too busy with the party to take note. But you couldn’t waste time before one of them saw something.

You quickened to Edith’s room at the end of the hall. Reaching out your hand, you made sure it unlocked and got inside.

Turning around, you made sure the door was quietly closed and locked.

It was dark from the night, and full of books and childhood toys. Both of you eyed around.

“Use your gifts, find where it is!” Sif insisted.

Taking in another breath, you readied yourself. Ready to reach out your gifts and-

The door creaked open.

Both of you turned around.

The door opened by itself. The door handle still clicking up and down. It was a warm night and warm from the many people. But the room itself had turned cold. Uncomfortably cold.

“What-what is that?” you asked. Feeling the color drain from your face.

“The windows are closed- there is no wind” observed Sif.

A figure emerged at the end of the hall, hidden by the shadows.

A servant? No-this wasn’t a servant. It was a tall figure, dressed in black with a long, black veil as if in mourning. But there were no widows in the party guests, much less one dressed like that.

The woman moved over.

No- she didn’t move…

She glided over.

In a heartbeat, there was a gust of cold wind and she flew over. Her veiled face, you realized, was nothing more than a pitch-black skull. Hollow eye sockets. Black pitch dripped over her skeletal features.

She let out a scream before either of you could.

The specter flew over and grabbed you both by each arm. Reaching out, you saw her hands were only bones. Her touch was so cold, it numbed your skin. She shook both of you.

“THIEVES! THEIVES! THEIVES!” she screeched.

She threw both of you. You and Sif hit a wall and then fell onto the floor. You let out a sound despite yourself, catching yourself onto the rug below.

Sif reached her hand and put it over your mouth.

“If you scream, the servants and guests will come up,” she argued.

You had to bite your tongue. The lights in the room flickered on and off rapidly. The temperature was freezing in that room, and the specter pointed a bony finger toward you.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? STAY AWAY FROM HER! BURGLARS! THEIVES!” the spectre hissed.

You removed Sif’s hand, though kneeling, you were shaking. Books toppled from a bookshelf and papers on a desk flew about.

“Who are you? Are allied with Grendel?” you asked in a quiet voice.

The Spectre did not react. She only kept screeching.

“DO NOT LAY A HAND ON HER! BURGLAR!”

Sif unsheathed her sword.

“Grendel, no doubt. Something of his,” she muttered.

Sif ran forward, and with a grunt, she stabbed the woman through the stomach.

But there was no blood. And the specter did not budge. She did not seem the least bit hurt in any way.

She let out another scream- an ugly sound, like a broken sob, one that almost tore you.

Sif’s jaw hung open in surprise. The specter grabbed Sif by the throat.

“DO-NOT-TOUCH-HER!” it warned.

Sif struggled and tried to loosen, but the specter held on tight.

The memories of Edith at the cafe went back to you. It made sense- Edith saw a ghost when she was very young…she must have seen it here…it must have been right after…after she lost…

Everything made sense.

With shaky legs, you got back up and stated.

“I know who you are…you’re Mrs. Cushing- you’re Edith’s mother!” you declared.

The ghost paused, turning her skeletal face to you. The wind in the room vanished.

“We are not here to hurt your daughter- and that is my friend. We are here to help her, please let her go,” you asked.

The ghost released her skeletal hand. Sif fell to the floor, coughing and gasping in the air. You rushed forward and helped her.

“There is a ring Edith has…and it’s one of Grendel’s. It looks like this…” you began. From your pocket, you got out the copy.

The ghost looked at it.

“Do you know who Grendel is? His mortality is stuck in a few items. Including a ring like this. If he remains in power…he could hurt Edith. If we find the ring and destroy it, then he’ll be destroyed…Please…you only want to protect her. That’s why you were always watching over her, all that time she thought she was alone…and she was not. Could you help us?”

The ghost looked at you. It exhaled, the shadows around it flittering.

She took her finger and pointed to a chest. A drawer opened. And out floated a locked box. It unlocked and then floated over to your hands.

Looking inside were a few jewelry items…including that very ring.

You looked up at her.

“Thank you,” you said.

Sif plucked out the ring. You replaced it with the duplicate ring, setting in within the few earrings and trinkets.

The small box floated up, locked, and then was put in the drawer, where it shut.

The ghost let out another sound, like an exhale and a moan. The papers shuddered again and the grandfather in the clock rang the hour.

Then the shadows vanished, as did the ghost. Warmth returned to the room again, as did the light.

You cupped your mouth again, catching your breath.

“Oh…oh gods…” you whispered.

Sif pocketed the ring. Without saying a word, she looked at you and grabbed your hand.

“Hurry, princess,” she urged.

Both of you shuffled at once out of the room. Downstairs, the party remained as normal. It was as if no one heard any screams or rattling coming from upstairs.

Steps light, desperate to escape the scene, both you and Sif hurried out of the room. Your feet light. So there wasn’t a rumble as you went across the hall. Down the stairs. Squeezing your eyes shut to concentrate, you signaled Loki.

“We have it! Send the duplicates!”

Sure enough, your duplicates turned a corner of a wall outside of the parlor. You both walked over. They vanished like mist.

You took their places and walked in. Sipping coffee with the other ladies making idle chatter. Stella glanced at you both. You gave her a smile and a nod and her shoulders relaxed.

Drinking your tepid coffee, you let out an exhale as if to wash away everything that happened.

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You both staid for two more days to avoid suspicion. But on the last day, Edith hurried to your hotel. She embraced you and Stella warmly, (though Sif seemed a little stiff as she did). The other gentlemen nodded.

“May I…may I write, please? I would like to hear from you…all of you,” Edith said,her eyes glancing to Thomas and then back. You felt bad for her, the poor girl would be at the mercy of the McMichaels again.

“We will. We’ll visit too if we can,” you promised her.

Thomas then stepped forward, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“May I have the pleasure of writing to you as well, Miss Cushing?” he asked.

She jumped at first. Her jaw lowered briefly, and then she smiled.

“Why- Yes, please,” she answered.

He took her hand and kissed it. You could feel the fluttering from Edith herself. Hal cocked an eyebrow, but Robert rolled his eyes.

Once she left, Jonathan made sure your keys were all returned. Loki took a hand and flicked open a portal.

One down, three more to go you silently counted out. But perhaps more than just ghosts awaited the next one. Things even worse…

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insomniac4000 · 4 months ago

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A special visitor-Willne 1636 words

Will sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the dull screen of his computer. The once-vibrant creative space now felt like a hollow shell, filled with the lingering shadows of a six-month-old heartbreak. His girlfriend, Mia and him and broken it off, taking with her a significant part of his joy and inspiration. Since then, Will had been moping through his days, his days filled with making YouTube content during the day and laying on his sofa watching TV in the evenings.

The studio, once buzzing with energy and ideas, had grown quiet. His editor, Mikey, had noticed the shift but was unsure how to address it. Will's banter, once a hallmark of his channel, had diminished to a mere whisper, he tried to keep up appearances when the camera was switched on but there was a slight feel of uneasiness, a pang of sadness still lingered.

One brisk Monday morning, Mikey entered the office with a new level of enthusiasm. He had been out on a task and was holding a folder in one hand, his other arm around a young woman.

“Hey, Will!” Mikey called out, his voice unusually cheerful.

Will looked up from his computer screen, barely masking his disinterest. “What’s up, Mikey? Who's this?”

Mikey grinned. “I’d like you to meet my sister, Emily. She’s in town for a couple of weeks and I thought it’d be nice for her to see where I work. I asked you last week and you said it was okay.”

Will blinked for a few moments, he completely forgot about that conversation until Mikey had just reminded him, he looked over at the girl Emily, with her light brown hair tied in a casual ponytail and a friendly smile that seemed to light up the room, waved shyly. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and warmth. Will’s eyes met hers, and for the first time in months, he felt a flicker of something, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hi, Emily,” Will said, trying to sound as genuine as he could.

Emily smiled back, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Nice to meet you, Will. Mikey’s told me a lot about you.”

Mikey, sensing a positive shift in the atmosphere, nudged Emily toward the lounge area. “Why don’t you sit here and get comfortable?"

"So how long are you in London for?" Will finally asked.

"A week or so, I've been toying with the idea moving down here for about a year so I thought I'd do some research and annoy my brother in the process."

As they talked, Emily’s genuine interest in the minutiae of the office and her easy laughter began to slowly draw Will out of his shell. They talked about everything from the latest tech gadgets to their favourite movies. Emily’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Will found himself genuinely engaged for the first time in a while.

"If you like gadgets we've got a huge pile of crap from different videos," Will then stood up and walked over to a cupboard motioning for Emily to follow him, she did so curiosity etched on her face.

"Seriously, lower your expectations but every now and again we get a banger," Will said bending over as he pulled out a box from the cupboard and placed it on the table with a thud.

"Just don't break the internet again!" Mikey warned. Will just ignored the remark, recently on a video Will and James tested a gadget which blocked internet signal, unfortunately for the whole building and the group of Youtubers and Podcasters that had production spaces there, it worked and it took weeks for everything to go back to normal properly.

Hours passed, and Emily’s presence continued to brighten Will’s day. By the time she left, she had managed to coax a smile out of him, something that had become increasingly rare. Mikey noticed the change and, with a knowing grin, decided to give Will a little push.

“Why don’t you take Emily out for lunch tomorrow?” Mikey suggested as they were wrapping up for the day.

Will hesitated. “I don’t know, Mikey. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like that.”

Mikey was persistent. “It’s just lunch. It might be good for you to get out and have some fun. Besides, I think you two hit it off.”

Will mulled it over. There was something about Emily that had intrigued him, something that felt different. He still wasn't sure though if this was something he wanted in his life yet, he was still healing plus he was really annoyed that Mikey appeared to have an ulterior motive to all this and he was now left wondering if Emily was part of the plot too, however she was completely unaware.

"I'm going to go back to the hotel, it was really nice to meet you Will. I wish you the best of luck with everything," Emily gave her sweet smile, Will noticed the dimples on her face and before he knew it he found himself speaking.

"Lunch!" He cried out, Mikey shook his head and placed his head in his hands at the awkwardness of his boss, Emily furrowed her brow in confusion as Will waited for the ground to swallow him up.

"Sorry?" Emily asked, the smile was back on his face.

"Sorry sometimes my brain works faster than my mouth which is a surprise considering how much of a gobshite I am. I was wondering if you had any plans for lunch tomorrow?" The silence was absolutely deafening for Will even though it must have only lasted for all of two seconds.

"That sounds good, thanks Will."

When Will turned up to work the following morning wearing a shirt and some cream coloured trousers Mikey couldn't help but chuckle.

"Look at you making an effort!" Mikey teased, Will just rolled his eyes and put his headphones on.

"Don't pretend that you're watching the latest edit. Look Will, I brought her here to cheer you up, she broke up with her boyfriend a year ago and was in the same place you are. I'm not expecting you two to fall in love and run into the sunset together but I just think it might be nice for the pair of you to talk about some common ground."

"Does she know you're doing this?" Will asked frowning.

"No. And she'll probably kill me when she finds out, despite these guns she's deceptively strong." Mikey flexed for effect causing another eye roll form Will.

Emily met Will at the office, but outside this time, when Will met her he forgot just how beautiful she was. She was definitely his type, brown hair which was down this time and framed her face beautifully, piercing green eyes and beautiful clear porcelain skin.

"I didn't know if you had any dietary requirements or were weird and picky like your brother so I haven't book anyway but I know pretty much all the places 'round here," Will offered as they started down the road, Will placing his hands in his pockets.

"Oh I am much more open than Mr plain chicken and bananas," Emily quipped as the pair continued to stroll. They settled on a nice Italian place with an open kitchen where you could see your food being prepared right in front of you.

Emily was thoughtful and engaging, and her insights into various topics often led Will to see things from a different perspective. Being slightly further along in her journey Will enjoyed her insights around the need to being alone and despite the loneliness, it was actually quite healthy. The afternoon was a refreshing change from his recent monotonous routine. By the end of the night, Will realized that he had genuinely enjoyed himself, something he hadn’t felt in months.

As the days went by, Emily and Will’s interactions became more frequent. What began as a lunch turned into regular outings. They explored the city, enjoyed various activities, and shared stories about their lives. With each passing day, Will found himself more captivated by Emily. Her presence had become a bright spot in his life, a source of inspiration and joy.

Emily, too, seemed to appreciate Will’s company. She admired his creativity and dedication to his work. It wasn’t long before she began to notice the subtle ways in which Will was starting to open up and rediscover his passion. His content improved, and he seemed more engaged with his projects.

One evening, the day before Emily was due to go back home they sat on a park bench overlooking the city skyline, Emily turned to Will with a thoughtful expression. “You know, Will, I’ve really enjoyed these past couple of weeks. I’ve seen a side of you that’s so different from when we first met.”

Will looked at her, his heart feeling a mix of hope and apprehension. “I’ve enjoyed it too, Emily. You’ve brought a lot of light into my life.”

Emily smiled warmly. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve felt the same way. There’s something special about our time together.”

Will took a deep breath, feeling a surge of courage. “Emily, I want to be honest with you. I’ve been struggling a lot since my breakup. Meeting you has been a breath of fresh air. I don’t know what the future holds, but I really like you.”

Emily’s eyes softened. “I like you too, Will. I’m not in any rush, but I’d like to see where this could go.” The way she saw it, it was a win win situation at the moment. She was currently living in Northampton still which provided the perfect opportunity for them to do something casual and see where it went. If it worked out there was no doubt in her mind her move to London would be solidified.

#willne #will lenney #will lenney imagine

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skeletorrito · 2 months ago

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another favorite snippet from my smutty satosugu fic 😏 chapter 5 is whewww 😮‍💨

Geto rested his cheek on the heel of his hand as he listened to these ancient creatures drone on and on about policies, bored out of his mind. He was finding it harder and harder to continue wearing this mask, parading around like a noble Buddhist priest. He knew networking with powerful figureheads and building up his empire was essential to his master plan. So he had to do it.

Even still, he fantasized about letting curses eat their faces off as he schmoozed.

It was then that he felt him.

His spine straightened. A crazed smile spread lazily across his lips.

Geto interrupted the religious leader sitting directly next to him, “My noble leaders, I truly appreciate everyone coming out today. Unfortunately, something unprecedented has occurred, and I’m going to need the room to attend to urgent business.” He closed the folder directly in front of him and stood to bow to the two men sitting next to him.

“B-but Lord Geto, we still have matters to discuss.” The man next to him protested.

“I. Need. The Room.” He said it so stately, so threateningly, that the room filed out almost immediately with hushed murmurs.

“Lord Geto? You can’t be fucking serious.” Gojo blipped into the room behind Geto’s chair at the head of the conference table, arms crossed, the sleek blindfold over his eyes feeling like a privacy shield from Geto’s overwhelmingly intense gaze. It was so intense, in fact, that he could feel it without Geto even turning his head. Gojo swallowed dryly. Never was he more grateful for a cloth.

“Satoruuu,” Geto crooned, another wide smile on his face. Hearing his name roll off of those lips in that way made him sweat. “I wondered when you’d show. Welcome.”

“You look like an asshole,” he retorted, sneering at Geto.

Gojo lied. He cursed himself for thinking about how fucking amazing Geto looked in those traditional robes, how lordly and beautiful, with his long, charcoal hair fixed so perfectly in a half-bun. His shrine was stunning and extravagant, with long hallways and tasteful decor. He felt like he was in an alternate universe. It was so arrogant, and it was so astounding, too.

This was such a fucking mistake.

Geto laughed, turning his head behind him to peer at Gojo with a hand on his chin. He looked him up and down, the blindfold bringing a small pout to his lips.

“You look well, Satoru. Or should I call you sensei? ”

Gojo stiffened, bristling immediately, “You need to back the fuck off.”

“Oh?” Geto’s eyebrows rose.

“You know what I mean, Suguru,” His arms are still tucked tight as he interrogated Geto, “You were at the academy about a month ago. I felt you there, or at least one of your curses. What’s your game?”

“All business and no pleasure, huh?” Geto sighed and stood, stacking up the folders near him in a neat stack. “Still being a brat, as always.” He turned to face Gojo, walking up to him until he was near inches away.

Gojo’s sucked in a breath through his nose. “Not joking, back the fuck off, Geto.” His fist clenched tightly.

“Wow, Gojo, color me impressed,” Geto looked incredibly giddy and wonderful, and Satoru Gojo struggled to align his moral compass in the right direction. This man was a ruthless murderer. He was also Gojo’s former best friend and lover and dominant. Gojo forgot to breathe for a minute. “You’ve become such a young master…” Geto was laying it on thick, his stare sneaking into every corner of Gojo’s body. The hairs on the back of Gojo’s neck stood up straight. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t touch your bright little scholars.” He practically purrs this right next to Gojo’s ear, guilty heat stirring in his loins.

Gojo tried to ignore this as he pressed, coldly, “Why were you there, Suguru? What do you want?”

“You,” Geto replied easily, taking a step into Gojo. He stepped back, bumping into the wall he just warped through.

Why did I step back? Why didn’t I just use Infinity?!

Stay focused, you stupid, horny fuck. Gojo gave himself a pep-talk in his head. This man is dangerous and deranged now. Anything could happen.

He felt like cornered prey and he loved it and he hated that he loved it, too.

“You know I like to keep an eye on you, Satoru,” He explained as he pressed an arm into the wall next to Gojo’s head, his vibrant, plum eyes searching, stopping onto Gojo’s through the blindfold. Gojo froze, suddenly feeling so small and vulnerable in Geto’s fierce gaze. Despite having this cloth on his face, he felt so exposed. Geto huffs, “Now take that ugly thing off and keep your eyes on me, Satoru.”

Oh, shit.

Geto put his hand up to snatch the blindfold off, but Gojo caught it quickly and smoothly. Geto was pleasantly surprised at this, grinning wildly. He had always enjoyed Gojo feisty and this was exactly how he wanted him. Geto licked his bottom lip, knowing Gojo’s eyes were on him, feeling them through the shift in his aura. It was succulent. He felt gluttonous.

Gojo pulled the blindfold off, white eyelashes fluttering and his once spiky hair flopping around his face as he met eye-to-eye with Suguru Geto. He wouldn’t back down from a fight or a fuck, or anything in between, even if his heart hammered in his throat. He was prepared to win. His subconscious, however, secretly hoped to lose the battle against common sense and get mind-shatteringly railed by an evil version of his best friend.

I think we all know what guilty, conflicted, horny Gojo chose that night.

Geto laced his fingers with Gojo’s, nearly singing, “There you are, gorgeous.” The pet names sent a pleasant shiver down Gojo’s spine and also simultaneously annoyed him deeply. He let the blindfold slip from his fingers, suddenly gripping Geto’s robes by the lapel and yanking him.

“I should just kill you right now and end this before it even starts,” he seethed through clenched teeth, his eyes glowing an angry blue fire.

Geto started to unravel, reveling in this and chuckling quietly in response, “Oh, I’ve missed this, Satoru.” He sounded maniacally nostalgic as he said, “How many times do you think you’re going to threaten to kill me tonight?”

Gojo can’t help but smirk a little as he says, “Enough times where I might actually go through with it.”

#fanfiction #jjk #satosugu #smut #ao3 fanfic #gojo satoru #geto suguru #kinktober #gego

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nativeofsumeru · 10 days ago

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Jealousy (Pantalone x gn!reader x Dottore)

A/N to the A/N: I had this sitting in my drafts folder for the past TWO YEARS holy crap! Well here take it, I have disappeared for so long. (Edit: the title was originally “Jealously (Pantalone x gn!reader x Dottore)” because I planned to do more with it, but I forgot my original concept for it so it kinda doesn’t make sense anymore. Sorry about that!) A/N: loosely related to/inspired by these two other fics:

If either seems OOC, oh well! I went based off of the little info we know and my own assumptions. Let's see if it ages well!

~~~ (not proofread)

Life wasn't easy living in the streets of the Snezhnaya, land of the Cryo Archon. From a young age, I remember begging on the streets for money in the frigid winter morning, just enough so I could buy a singular piece of bread. I remember sitting around poor excuses of campfires, trying desperately to keep warm. I know it's futile with the heavy winds and continuous snowstorms, but what else was I to do? Rats littered these alleyways, at least the few that were able to survive the harsh cold. Some were a stable source of food, but chasing them was a tiring pain. My hair grew long and shaggy, making me almost unrecognizable. Dirt stayed frozen to my body even on the warmest days of the year. Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, hasn't been very kind towards people like me. Years passed by, this life was all I knew. It's all I did...survive. Age does matter, people are less likely to pity a grown adult over a child. It's crazy how ostracized you become the more time goes on. I saw the clubs and brothels hidden in the deepest nooks and crannies of the city. I needed to do something for money. Late nights I spent dancing for others amusement. Mornings I spent begging on the streets. I was paid well, but there were hardly any benefits. From time to time I'd notice a stranger standing in the corner. Dark hair and piercing eyes. His attire screamed "expensive". I paid little mind to it then, but if only I knew then what I know now. There was a man dressed in the finest silks, fingers bedazzled with the finest jewels. His rings alone could cost more than most people's make in a year. It was surely more than I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. He was well groomed, smelled quite divine. I remember him dropping some Mora in my jar and giving me a smile.

Whether out of pity or self-righteousness, I'm not sure.

"Sir! W-Wait!" I shouted at the man dressed in dark purples and shining silvers. He paused in his tracks, turning around to look down at me. Me, down on the floor beneath him, subconsciously crawling in his direction.

"Sir, please." I outstretched my cup, the one had just filled with a few Mora. "Please." My voice was shaky, my hand jittery and freezing from the cold, my eyes stinging from the cold and the fresh drops of tears. Slowly, he walked back in my direction, in little hurry, standing before my pitiful position down on the floor. "Are you alone?" He asked, eyes shining behind the frame of his glasses. I nodded in response. He seemed to scan the area a bit, smile drooping for a second, before his gaze focused back on me. "Quite a pity really. Such a young, beautiful person here, rotting away on the streets of Snezhnaya." My eyes only looks down at the snow covered sidewalk, glancing at his shoes, shined to perfection. There was a pause, I could feel his eyes staring at me beneath him, a rapid gust of wind being the only sound between us. "Why don't you come with me, dear?" "What?" I stood up, staring at him in disbelief. "My mansion isn't far, why don't you come and spend the night? Get yourself something to eat and warm up near the fire. A snowstorm is coming into the area soon, surely you'd rather be inside than out here in its wake." "Yes! Yes please!" Immediately I scampered to my corner, attempting to grab together my small amount of possessions and personal items. "That won't be necessary." He said. "You won't be needing that where we're going."

The mansion, grandiose in nature, stood out in the Snezhnayan community. Its presence demanded your attention regardless of social standing and wealth. It was this mansion that became my new home. Maids tended to my every need. Upon arrival, they would run me a hot bath. One would wash my body while another would wash my hair. Finally after years, I was able to have it cut and style to my wishes, a luxury I never once had before. My closet was the size of a master bedroom, filled with outfits of various styles just waiting to be worn. "Thank you." I told the man, Pantalone of the 11 Fatui Harbingers. ~~ (Extension of the unfinished ending) "Why don't you pick something nice for yourself, my dear?" He told me, handing me his personal credit card. "But sir-" "This meeting will take a while. Go ahead and entertain yourself in the meantime. I'll send maids to fetch you once I'm done."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin fluff #pantalone x reader x dottore #pantalone x y/n #pantalone genshin #pantalone x you

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lexiepoch · 2 years ago

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Natasha Prompt Fic

Prompt: "Can someone turn the sun off please?"

Word Count: 2320

Note: I forgot I had this in one of my folders on my phone, like completely forgot about it haha. Hope you enjoy

Translations:

khoroshava devochka= good girl

Detka= baby

Milashka= cutie

Lyubov= love

Prekrasnyy/krasivaya= beautiful

Kukla=doll

Podruga= girlfriend

It was quite late. So late that even you, a girl who loves late nights, was extremely tired. Not that you would admit that to anybody though. The party thrown by Stark had ended hours ago, but the Avengers-only after-party was just coming to a close. "Y/N, my love, it's time for bed." says your girlfriend, Natasha, as you finish off your tenth martini of the night.

"But Nat! I don't want to go to bed yet!" you say, clearly heavily intoxicated, as you signal the bartender for another one.

"Y/N, it is nearly four o'clock in the morning. You are clearly drunk off your ass, and I would wager you probably couldn't even stand up without falling over. It's bedtime, prekrasnyy." she says, motioning to the bartender that you're cut off before picking you up off the stool you're perched on.

"Widow! Why are you ruining all her fun?!" jokes James Rhodes, chuckling as you fuss in your girlfriends grasp.

"She's tired, I'm tired and she's drunk off her ass. I'm taking the initiative to put her to bed. This is why we don't leave her around alcohol unsupervised. But, we do get to take care of her cute hungover self in the morning." says your girlfriend, bouncing you in her arms like a toddler to keep you occupied while she wishes the group goodnight.

"Have a good night, Nat. Good luck with her." calls Stark as she carries you up the stairs to her bedroom.

When she gets to her room, she kicks the door shut behind the pair of you and lays you down on the bed. She quickly gets changed and gets clothes out to help you change into. She gently starts to unbutton your blouse and tug it out of your dress pants. "Natty! I don't want to go to sleep!" you whine as she pulls you blouse off your shoulders.

"Y/N, baby, you're tired. I can see it in your eyes. Be a khoroshava devochka for me and let me get you changed for bed okay?" she says, popping your bra off with a skilled hand. In your drunk state, you shyly cover up your breasts. "Oh detka, don't be shy. It's not like I haven't seen them before, you silly girl." she teases, pulling a large shirt over your head. You shyly remove your arms from blocking your chest from her sight to quickly slide them through the arm holes of the shirt. "Do you wanna do your pants or do you want Natty to help, detka?" she asks, taking your hands in hers to rub the backs of your palms with her thumbs.

"Can Natty help?" you ask, trying to cuddle into your girlfriends chest.

"Of course I can bubba. Can you lay back so Natty can get to your belt? I promise we can cuddle after." You whine, but do as she asks and lay back on the bed. "Khoroshava devochka. I'm just gonna take your belt off first, okay lyubov?" You hum in agreement. Once you're changed into the pajama shorts Natasha got out for you, she gets off the bed and heads to turn the light off.

~Time Skip~ * The Next Morning, 10 a.m.*

You stumble into the main room, still dressed in your pajamas. "Good morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" teases Stark. You flip him off before laying face down on the couch. "I'm gonna take that as not too great. Anything we can do to help you feel any better, kiddo?"

"Can someone turn the sun off please?" you ask, voice muffled by the couch.

"Sorry Y/N. That is not something under our control. C'mon you, sit up. I'll go get you some breakfast. Toast sound good?" asks Steve, helping you sit up on the couch by quite literally picking you up from laying and sitting you back on the couch.

"Yes please Stevie. Thank you." You mumble, placing your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

You hear him walk away to the kitchen and feel Stark sit beside you on the couch. "This, my dear, is why we don't leave you unsupervised at the bar." he teases, ruffling your hair. You bat at him, not liking your hair touched by anyone other than your girlfriend. He gets up and leaves just as your girlfriends footsteps enter the room.

"Good morning my little milashka. Head not feeling to good krasivaya?" she says. You feel her crouch down in front of you. You shake your head, whining slightly.

"Romanoff, I thought I asked you to stop using Russian around the compound?" says Stark.

"Stark, I am talking to my girlfriend. I am using terms of endearment in my mother tongue. She likes it, actually prefers it to English endearments. Steve gone to get you some breakfast?" She says to Stark before turning back to you. You nod your head this time, breathing deeply. "Feeling sick?"

"Yeah. Stevie! Put that toast on hold please. I think I might throw up if I eat anything right now." You call to the blond man in the kitchen.

"Okay kiddo. Take care of yourself today. I'm going down to the gym for a while." he says, coming back into the main room.

"Thanks Steve. I'll take care of her, don't worry. She's in much better hands than her own." says Nat, stroking your cheek with her hand.

"Oh alright. You're right, she doesn't take very good care of herself, does she?"

"Oh fuck off you pair. Just cause I don't know my alcohol limits doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I did just fine in college." you complain, flipping the pair of them off.

Natasha chuckles at that. "Detka, when I first saw you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent you were skinny as a rail. I swear you might not have even tipped the scales at a hundred pounds soaking wet in jeans. Don't you remember that?" she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Suddenly you lurch off the couch running for the closest bathroom. Crashing to your knees, you puke up all of your stomach contents from the night before. "Oh prekrasnyy. That's it, kukla. Get it all up, Y/N." she coos, rubbing your back. When you're finished, you stand up and rinse your mouth out a the sink before wiping your face off with toilet paper.

"Okay, I think I'm good to try and eat something now." you mumble to yourself, walking to the stairs. You bounce up them, heading towards your bedroom to get changed. When you return to the kitchen you're wearing skinny jeans and a top of Natasha's.

"That is my shirt, krasivaya. But, it sure looks cute with those jeans." says your girlfriend, rubbing her hands up and down your sides, sending chills down your spine at the feeling.

"That's why I borrowed it, babes. Hope you don't mind. And stop that! You know it tickles me!" you say, leaning back to peck her lips. She laughs, dropping her hands to hold onto your hips.

"I don't mind my lyubov. That's why I do it, silly! I love to hear your little giggles and see your happy little grin. And so does everybody else!" she teases, leaning down to rest her head on your shoulder. You push the lever on the toaster down and begin to wait for your plain breakfast to be surrendered.

"Did I do any thing silly last night?" you ask, turning to face your girlfriend.

A smirk arrises on her lips and she begins to chuckle slightly. "Well, when I was helping you get changed you decided even though we've been dating for over a year I couldn't see your tits. It was really cute." she says, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the countertop.

"Nat!" you squeak, grabbing onto her shoulders to balance yourself.

"What detka? Can't I lift my podruga up onto the counter top and give her a kiss?" she says, leaning up and planting a soft kiss on your lips. You give in and kiss her back. That one simple kiss turns into a light makeout session. When the toast pops up behind your back, both of you jump, having forgotten about it. "Time for breakfast, lyubov." she says, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you off the kitchen counter to stand back on your feet. You whine when she pulls away from kissing you and begin to pout as she sets you back on the floor. "Go sit in the living room, kukla. I'll bring your toast out in a minute along with a drink." she says, tapping your ass while pushing you towards the main room.

As you walk into the main room, you see that the couch you were laying on earlier is still empty. Looking around to ensure that the coast is clear of Steve Rogers, you flop face first onto the cushions again. "Good morning Y/N." Calls Rhodey's voice from your left.

"Mornin' Rhodes." you mumble into the couch.

"Tired kid?" he says sarcastically.

"No shit I'm tired Rhodey. I'm hungover and I've got a pounding headache. Leave me the fuck alone." you grumble.

"Now now prekrasnyy that's no way to speak to James." says Nats voice as she comes into the living room. She pats the back of your thigh with a firm hand. "Up you get, dorogoy. Time to eat, moya lyubov. Don't make me make Barnes pick you up Y/N." she warns, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"What?! Why am I being dragged into this?!" asks Bucky, confused.

"Because my hands are full and she likes you best other than me." replies your girlfriend sassily. You giggle into the couch but don't move your postion. "Y/N. Last chance kotenok. Get your cute little ass up." She warns, voice becoming firmer.

Begrudgingly you sit yourself up and pull your legs onto the cushion and sit cross-legged. "Alright, gimme the food." you grumble, rolling your eyes.

"Khoroshava devochka. Here you go, moya lyubov." says Nat, winking at you as she hands you a small plate with a piece of buttered toast and a glass of water.

"Seriously Nat? Water? I hate water! You know I hate plain water!" you complain, making a displeased face at your girlfriend.

"Poor baby. You need to hydrate and strong flavours are off the table for the day. Drink up dorogoy." she says, patting your head like a child.

You set the glass on the floor in front of the couch and sit up against the back of the couch. "I'm not drinking it." you say stubbornly, looking up at your girlfriend frowning.

"Well that's all your having today Y/N. You either drink it of your own free will or I pour it down your throat and force you to drink it. Your choice kukla." she says, hands on her hips.

"I'm not drinking it Natty! It's digusting! I don't like it!" you whine, crossing your arms.

"You know what? Eat your toast and meet me in my bedroom when your finished." she says sternly before leaving the room.

"You're in deep shit now Y/N. Widows mad at you." says Rhodey.

"Yeah no shit James. She should know that I don't like to drink water plain."

"What's going on? Why is Natasha stalking down the hall looking really pissed off?" says Bruce coming into the room as you take a bite out of your breakfast.

Everyone in the room points at you and you roll your eyes in return. When you finish chewing and swallow your food, you answer his question. "Well Nat decided to give me a glass of plain water knowing full well I hate drinking plain water. And I may have argued with her."

"Oh shit. Y/N, she's trying to take care of you. She does know but it's better to have plain food and drinks when you're hungover, especially if you've thrown up." says Bruce, coming to sit next to you.

"I know. It's just absolutely disgusting, Bruce. That shit makes me gag. She knows that." you mumble, taking another bite of your toast. When you finish your food you take your plate to the kitchen and drop it in the sink before slinking to your girlfriends bedroom. You knock on the door softly. "Can I come in Natty?" you ask softly.

"Yeah detka, come on in." she calls back. You open the door slowly and see her on the bed with something behind her back. "Come sit, prekrasnyy. I need to talk to you, lyubov." she says gently, clearly calmer now. You shut the door behind you and move to sit cross-legged on the corner of the bed. "Now, I know you don't like the taste of plain water detka. But was there any reason you had to react the way you did?" she asks gently. You shake your head, knowing that your reaction was a little over the top. "Exactly. I had an idea. If you drink this whole bottle of plain water today before dinner time, you can bottom tonight, I'll tie you up and we will use a couple of your favourite toys. Do we have a deal kotenok?" she proposes, pulling out a large Yeti bottle from behind her back.

"Deal! Definite deal!" you say, grabbing the bottle from her hands.

"That's what I thought you would say. Khoroshava devochka." she praises as you take a large sip out out of the bottle. As you swallow you make a face of disgust, causing Nat to let out a little giggle. "God, you're adorable Y/N." she says, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you towards her. "Let's cuddle for a bit, my little cutie. I love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Natty." you mumble, cuddling into her.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha fanfic #natasha fluff

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symphonic-scream · 2 years ago

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So uh here's some Okujima slash Makoharu from my Chaos Arcana swap

They're were classmates back in middle school, not really friends but two quiet kids who'd spend time together. Little Makoto had the biggest baby gay crush on Haru, so she was hella awkward around her as well

In their first year both became very isolated due to Kamoshida's meddling. Haru wasn't getting close to people out of fear that he'd stay true to his word and use his info to destroy her dad's company, and everyone was avoiding Makoto to avoid similar rumours spreading about them

Makoto sees Haru as they pass in the halls over the years and. Just like with the other girls she knows Kamoshida is tricking, she wishes she could do something to put an end to it, to get rid of that hollow look in their eyes

And she does get her chance, when an odd, tall, thin boy comes to their school. People say he killed someone, that he robbed a bank, they say lots of things. But he wants to help, and is the first person to stand by her side

Now one thing about Makoto is she's smart. Very, very smart. However, all that goes down the drain when she gets all bullheaded towards what's right and makes the dumbest fucking decisions ever, throwing herself in the way of danger

Like when she hears a soft voice begging someone else to "stay away, no- no, please -" instinct takes over and she's sprinting down the halls, bursting into the PE faculty office and shoving Kamoshida into his own desk

For the first time, someone has come to Haru's aid, realized the hell she's been living in and come to smash a hole in the ceiling so she can crawl her way free. And sure, all three are going to be expelled over it, but- for the first time in years she doesn't feel like just a doll

Though. Neither Makoto or Yusuke want her to help them take him down. They're secretive about their methods, and is that a bird in Yusuke's bag?? Oh well. If they won't let her repay them then she'll follow them and force them to let her help

And so a Phantom Thief team is born. Haru- or Eros- is always super diligent about using healing spells on Makoto -Knight- just, walking up to her after a fight and laying a gentle hand on her arm or shoulder, giving her a soft little smile

And gay disaster Knight turns bright red, every time

They make a good team, even deciding to keep going after Kamoshida. There's more people they can save, more good they can bring into the world

(okay time to backtrack a little bit for a small intermission of Makoharu moments I have thought up that happen during the Kamoshida arc)

On rainy days, Makoto is often seen without her leather jacket, instead wearing a damp flannel shirt over her uniform shirt. At the same time, Haru can be found with said jacket draped over her shoulders or head, protecting her from the rain

Likewise, some days up on the roof, the two will be seen sharing a Bento. Some days Makoto would have neglected to bring lunch while avoiding her sister in the apartment, or Haru simply forgot while doing other tasks while her father was away

(anyways. Back on track. More under the break I worry about this one maybe getting too long)

Okay let's get Madarame up in this house! So this is when Futaba joins the group, and instead of being an artist, Madarame is like. A software developer or he claims to be one

Madarame Tech is unveiling a new ai help thing for their devices that they call "Wakaba". She is set to be unveiled at a local department store, and in the mean time they're showing off their new game console and PC line and shit. So like. Their mini E3 kinda

Futaba sees the gang on the subway and is caught taking photos of Haru- in reality she liked her aesthetic and was adding it to her folder of inspirations for like. Aesthetic lines for the tech shit I guess?? Idk. However she's a little shit and says she's interested in a. Different way.

This kick-starts that whole plot and starts making Makoto simmer. She doesn't want to see Haru get used again like before, so alarm bells are going off. Especially since she's accepted her feelings have resurfaced and has been trying (awkwardly) to make her move

Okay and then the "nude painting" scene. In exchange for not turning them in to the police right away for accusing Madarame, Futaba claims she wants to just. "touch some tits". Claims she wants to become a hero in her Discord server. I like to write Futaba as asexual so she's bluffing hard, thinking they won't say yes

She's mainly focused on Haru, who seems like she's going to agree in order to save the mission. And that's when Protective, Stupid Makoto steps in

Long story short Makoto and Futaba are playing "boob chicken" until Goro (bird boy) picks the lock and Madarame comes home and reveals yeah he's been using Futaba to finish her mom's programs that he killed her for haha whoops

Anyways they fall into the metaverse and they're about to see Futaba awaken as Python with her persona but first, gay

When Knight lands on the ground, Eros runs over to her. Shes been worrying the whole time, talking Yusuke's ear off about how she hopes Makoto is safe and doesn't have to actually do anything and shit- anyways she checks her over to make sure she's fine, calls her stupid for volunteering, Knight tries to defend her stupidity but oop-

Eros kisses her

...and kisses her again

Goro: are they seriously like, practically making out right now?

Yusuke: this is beautiful

Futaba: what the hell is happening

And bam they're gay from there. Makoto climbs through Haru's window some nights after sneaking out of her and Sae's apartment, ditches classes early to meet Haru at her class to go get lunch

Makoto is a little awkward always, but she's affectionate and making heart eyes always. Maybe a little handsy but she just. Shes feeling loved and loving so it can be excused. Haru also is not complaining so the only complaints are from Goro. And Futaba. And Hifumi. And Kasumi eventually.

When everyone goes to Hawaii, Makoto and Haru both volunteer to go on the trip as third years and are excited about sharing a room in Hawaii and spending time together

...yeah that doesn't happen. There's a room error and some teachers have to join student rooms and. Since Sae and Makoto are sisters. Sae joins her and Haru in their room.

So instead of a romantic getaway, Makoto has to share a hotel bed with her sister who steals the sheets and snores and keeps her up all night

But she and Haru do cuddle on the beach a bit. Throw a towel over an umbrella for a spell, allowing Makoto to catch up on her rest while holding her gf

And then of course the Sacrifice fake death bit. Emotions, angst, more kissing, classic stuff

Oh and for second semester Makoto has a whole crisis about realizing she wouldn't be able to get into college with Haru like she wanted to if she didn't clean up her act a little and starts wearing proper uniform. Her grades were still good so she has a chance

The day she gets her acceptance letter, the same day Haru gets hers, they open them together and they're so fucking excited cause they both got in, holy shit. They sign up to room together and man they're excited to share a dorm

Anyways yeah. Uhm. Them. Please ask me more about this I wanna talk more about this

#chaos arcana swap #makoto niijima #haru okumura #makoharu #okujima

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chevvy-yates · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday Thursday.

Got tagged by @theviridianbunny , thank you!

I'm never good with these sorts of posts. So hmm, what I'm currently working on? Way too much. I have so many ideas and new ones keep pushing in each day and I'm super bad at going after my list and tend to throw stuff in between plans. I'm currently very emotional about Ry again but my brain jumps from one boy to the next. Jaysen gets more and more Interesting as well, thanks to his tie to the story but also his own main one. I try to find out Thyjs' character in between. Vjay i well developed and easy going as in most unproblematic so I focus mainly on the others. I try to take new vp as we speak, I try to catch up, I try to finish layouts, I try to write, my head is all over the place.

Too many things but here's a bit more insight if you have time to read:

I just got a bunch of very amusing shots done with Ryder and @gloryride 's Vanessa. I can say that much: Ry lost a bet. The idea of taking one simple pic turned into a lil' story, some real shots, mirror selfies and a mini set where Vanessa personally comes over (they are neighbors) to bring Ry things he needs for what they agreed on what the bet was. So much is said: it's not Ryder's fav color. 😁

I made it to take some pride shots the other day. Ry was first since his mods had still been in the folder. So I did this post with the gay pride shirt. I attempted Thjys next yesterday but did not come far. Will pick it up later. Not sure if I'm gonna do the same with Vijay and Jaysen as well. I mainly focus on my two gay boys first.

Whenever I find time I try to answer rp stuff for the story. And because I noticed 'm still struggling with how to write Ryder I started lose fic parts just for myself with Ry and Thy. Here's a snippet:

Ryder starts walking towards the bed, he bends down to pick up the combat boots that were lying in front of the bed and puts them away where they belong: to the rest of the neatly aligned boots collection. ‘There must be order in this apartment’ as Ry’s OCD part would say. Only now he notices the record playing. He reaches for the cover. “I completely forgot I own this gem,” Ry says scanning the track list. “Was amongst your noisy music,” Thyjs replies, pretending to read further in his book but in reality he was just looking at the words for now.

“You nosed through my music?” De Wit looks up once again. “Do I need permission to do that Sir?” Ry makes a face at the request, thinking a moment about it. “Yeah, you should.” Thyjs smirks at that. “Oké!” He repositions himself upwards. “Permission to kiss, Meneer!” “Granted.” Thyjs doesn’t wait after that, places the book aside and immediately grabs and draws Ryder towards him, making him land half on the bed next to him. Ryder responds within a second with a deep and long kiss. Fair pressure, and eager for more but then lets go so he could look at his soldier again while De Wit seems to be unable to open his eyes for a moment afterward. He is still processing the aftermath of that deep buss until he feels a hand laying on his chest wrapped in a dark green shirt. Staring into Thy’s sudden hungry two colored eyes, seeing him smiling a bit cheekily, made Ryder’s heart beat faster, squeezing the hand that got intertwined with his own. He mumbles a soft “You’re beautiful,” as he brings his hand up to caress Thyjs’ scarred cheek. For another moment they just gaze deeply into each other's eyes until Thy begins to focus Ry’s chest. He let his fingers trace along Scharfenberg’s greater pectoral muscle, black inked fingers gliding over scars, bigger ones than his. Remnants, some claws must have carved into the man’s skin. It must have been years ago though since ink was put over them. “Never asked about what caused those.” Thyjs speaks and searches for the pair of ebony glowing bright white eyes staring right back at him. He could get lost in gazing at those shiny round rings. “Drunk Tyger with metal claws. — 2073, Kabuki, around midnight as I left work. Headed home, got attacked by a group.” “Report further?” “All dead. One beheaded by my blades, the other two missing their limbs.” He will never forget their faces. sheer agony as they bled out. “The one who got me that claw present? I turned him into something … unidentifiable.”

Thyjs’ fingers were still tracing the leftover marks as he listened, until Ry placed his own hand onto his wrist, gaze shortly looking at his own arms with the sleeping blades inside. He feels the beast within already pricking up its ears as soon as he mentioned one of those past uncontrolled terminations he’s done. Killing them was righteous. They harmed you. Wanted you dead. Just for fun. We turned the tables. All that splatter. We killed them all. A feast. — It was no fun at all. On the contrary. “First time I lost control like that,” he adds. It frightened Ryder so much back then he didn’t leave his apartment for a week. Wishing this pounding voice he was starting to hear more and more clearly to go away. But it never did. “Didn’t intend to leave such a mess.” De Wit takes Ryder's hand. “Self-defense.” “Ja. But I—” Ryder starts then shies away shortly breaking their eye contact. “I— do not wish to be like this. It makes me not any different from them.” Thyjs does understand. He can feel Ryder's good mood shifting. It happens so fast. His expression is showing a slight anger already, eyebrows narrowing, lips turning into a thin line, teeth gritting behind them. Not only can Thyjs tell it now, he also feels that anger radiating around Scharfenberg. He’s probably judging himself again, so Thyjs tries to steer it back onto something nice, getting him distracted from those sudden thoughts. “We find a way to get rid of it. You’re a good man Ry.” “How can I be good? I’m losing control way too often now.” “I’ve seen it. You care — about the whole team. Everyone’s well being. About making this city a better place. You -do good-. Doing good sometimes requires bloody work. We all have blood on our hands. So do I.” Thyjs’ right hand wanders up under Ry’s chin to make him look at him again. “I’m glad to be part of your team’s vision. I want to help. Everyone — including you, too. Because you deserve to be free from it and happy. And because I–” De Wit pauses unsure of saying it out loud at first, but then proceeds in Dutch to complete. “Ik hou van jou.”

Hearing these sweet but totally uncommon words breaks Ryder’s sudden dark self-deprecating thoughts. He looks at Thyjs confused at first “Du ‘how van yauw’ was?” he repeats more or less with German now, looking at him like a lost puppy all of a sudden. Thyjs can’t help it but let out a laugh. The facial expressions Scharfenberg made sometimes are just so good. Oké, anders dan. “Let me try in duits.” Thyjs can feel the heat rising into his cheeks now. Why is it so complicated to tell someone you love them? He told Ry a while back he’s fallen for him, he just told him he loves him — in Dutch — because it went easier from his lips than in English. He gets nervous again. They shared so many kisses and touches during the last month, how can it still be so hard to say three little words out loud? He looks at Ryder, who is still confused, waiting. “Ick liebe dich.” Three little words spoken so softly with that Dutch accent against Ryder’s face in that rich voice. He understands now and immediately senses a feeling wanting to come back in. A feeling that simply has the magic to blow every dark thought away like a storm blows away dark clouds in the sky. One that is often described with the term ‘butterflies’. Ry smiles at the statement. He leans forth. “Nochmal bitte, deutlich und— in Dutch.” He feels De Wit’s analyzing eyes on him. “Ik hou van jou.” Thy repeats like it’s nothing now, gazing at Ry, cheeks still having their rosé tint. Ry leans in to place a kiss on one. And he repeats, “Hou van yauw, too” before leaning in again for the man’s rosé lips.

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HNNGASADFSF!!1 It's a WIP right? So maybe dialogue might change. However, I HC these two speaking very softly with each other when they are alone and I thought a lot about would they ever tell each other "I love you" or not. Decided they do that pretty fast. Like some love at first sight thing just too, uh, shy to say it for a time being. Thiyjs always being first. Literally. Ryder is super romantic and at first really careful with Thyjs so he has all the time he needs to adjust into his newly discovered orientation as he wants to (and he adjusts fast as well — wanted to delay it first with some denial but it doesn't fit to Thyjs' character so he accepts fast he's into men). And once he's experienced his first time with Ry, Thyjs will lick blood as well. He's a still water but one that goes veeery deep and I imagine that Ry has a heavy influence on how Thyjs's gonna change from straight soldier to a gay power bottom wearing more crop tops and dress naughtier as well. They will get matching outfits with only slightly different changes.

EDIT: Forgot to tag peepz: @kittenchrissy, @dreamskug, @therealnightcity, @elvenbeard, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, no pressure tho!

#wip wednesday #a late one #my plans and how to procrastinate themm all the time #fic wip #otp: black camo #ry and thy shippy moments #I decided to share a snip - a first view #also can't wait for posting all the Ry and Vanessa pics xD #they are hilarious ans super lovely as the same time

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dailyrandomwriter · 1 month ago

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Day 747

By the time I post this, the drink contest will have been over and done.

For those who aren’t aware, Santae, as part of their community building, holds contests where you bring a certain category of items to real life. The newsletter actually ended up in my junk folder, and for a moment I thought I had missed it, but apparently the deadline was extended.

Which was great, because the idea of making a drink based off of an item in the game sounded like fun, and that was something I could do. You know… if I wasn’t such a nutjob and decided to pick one of the hardest items in the game.

The item is simply labelled Java, and it’s a layered drink of what looks like matcha at the bottom, milk in the middle and at the top chocolate (though, considering the name, most likely a coffee concentrate). However, I don’t like coffee, but I think chocolate and matcha work very well and I had both.

I just needed lactose free milk, because getting sick off of my own experiments (on top of fucking with my gulcose levels) is not fun. I figured if I got milk that was half and half, rather than skim, the higher fat content might help with the layering.

It did not, well with the hot chocolate it did, but it also was a mess. It was also supersweet (probably because all I had was flavoured matcha which was also sweet). After a bit of searching, I came across the answer to what I was looking for.

I forgot that milk tea drinks from the fancy tea shops tended to be layered, and the reason why is because their milk was either condensed milk or milk that had sugar added to it, because sugar will help thicken the liquid making it denser. However it didn’t answer my issue of how to make three layers, and more importantly, how do I have the matcha at the bottom?

Most milk tea drinks are designed to have the milk at the bottom and the tea at the top, again, because the milk has sugar in it.

Well… I really didn’t want to do that (I also wanted to save myself another sugar spike). So I thought, well, I like tea, tea is brewed with water and leaves, maybe that more than the hot chocolate would be less dense than the half and half milk.

This didn’t solve my matcha problem though, that one required me to give in about the sugar and steal half a cup of sugar from my mother’s baking stash. To make matcha simple syrup with the rest of the matcha I had laying around my home. An act of cooking that was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Simple syrup turns out to be a simple 1:1 ratio of sugar and water, add your preferred flavour as needed (in this case matcha). Simmer for 5 minutes and you have matcha syrup.

Which by the way, makes a decent container size for using only half a cup of water and half a cup of sugar.

To offset the sugar, I over steeped green tea leaves I had. Unfortunately, what I probably had to do was also make a tea concentrate so the colour would be dark enough that it wouldn’t get lost in the milk because it did kind of float on top, it was just still too light even after over-steeping.

So I decided to go back through my inventory and find a drink that used matcha a lot more and came across the Ogreling Matcha drink. Not quite what I ended up with, I do again suspect that adding sugar to my milk would have solved a good amount of my issues, but it was already enough sugar.

That was the entry I submitted along with the ingredients, because nothing is more fun than a drink based off of a game that you can actually drink.

Fun fact, what I pretty much made was matcha milk tea, which was great. I still have some syrup left in the fridge and at some point in next week I'll need to buy more milk to finish it off because simple syrup only has a shelf life of a month.

#making drinks #drink experiments #santae #milk tea #matcha syrup #weird things I do in my off time

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butters-the-alicorn · 6 years ago

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Dangit Atjour, stop it!

#MLP #AskButters #Butters the Alicorn #Forgot I had this one laying around on my folders #Atjour Service #Earth Pony #Fourth Wall #Royal Maid

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navigatrixart · 4 years ago

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@flitwickslittlebrotha got me thinking about what Ronan would look like with hair, so I did some research and uhhh. results inconclusive

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years ago

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Can I request a Gareth x reader where the reader who isn't that good with food and often forgets to eat or doesn’t eat enough?

think you can let me do that?

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 952

warnings: just like the request said. swearing, reader has anxiety and tummy correlating problems. reader has poor relationship with food. maybe skip this one if it’s triggering <3 kind of shy!reader too a little bit? just kinda went everywhere and tried to find a way. reader likes stickers!!

a/n: sure you can!! thank you for your request my sweet! sorry it took me a little while. i tried to do my very best based on my own experiences and the situation in general. i really hope you like it anon! <333 (also pls look at his ring on his thumb in this gif but in another shot it’s on his middle. i love him. fidgety baby. also his arms look yummy. okay i’m done i swear)

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Gareth noticed your hands shaking before you did, apparently used to the feeling.

You thought it was from the pre-exam jitters. He thought otherwise.

“Did you eat this morning?”

Huh. That was a good question. You thought about it, remembering brushing your teeth, reading over your notes one last time, putting your coat on. No breakfast.

You turned to look at him, blue eyes boring into yours. You shook your head.

Gareth sighed, but there was no malice in it. He knew how you could get. You worry yourself sick, forget to eat, or just can’t because your stomach is in knots. Sometimes you get preoccupied and it completely slips your mind, and when you do eat, it’s something inadequate or you don’t finish your meal—buzzing with anxiety instead.

“That’s okay. Since your test is out of the way, and I’m sure you fucking aced it, can I buy you lunch, maybe?”

“Sure, Gare.”

“Anything you want.”

You let Gareth pick out your lunch, and he went for something that wouldn’t upset your tummy, that wouldn’t stop you from eating half way through. Something that felt easy.

He’d gotten very good at that lately. He knew it wasn’t your fault and he wanted to help you as best as he could. He just wanted you happy and safe and healthy.

But it was finals week. And you were worried sick despite the copious amount of studying you were doing, knowing you were going to do your damn best. And it wouldn’t stop until exams were over.

When you ate that night, it was like your food wasn’t nearly as good as it used to be, and all you could think about was how you had other stuff to do. So you abandoned more of your pizza than you should’ve, shoving your nose back in your books.

The problem was, it wasn’t always just because of exams. You worried about every little thing. This and that. Minor things. And lately eating just seemed like an afterthought—this thing you needed to do but would get around to if you had time.

You forgot breakfast the next morning and then lunch. But when Gareth came over for dinner, he saw it in your face immediately, and decided to breach the topic as carefully as he could.

He was worried about you. Worried about his baby.

You stared down at the sticker pack he’d brought you, bending the paper and peeling back a very particular Scooby-Doo and pasting it onto your very plain folder.

Gareth reached out, tapping his fingers on the table in front of you. You raised your head.

“Hi,” you said, voice soft.

“Hi, sweet thing.” His hand found your cheek, his touch gentle and calming. “I want to help you, okay? Think you can let me do that?”

He didn’t need to lay it out for you. You were well aware he knew about your habits and was doing his best to let you try and work things out before pushing. Before prying.

But you wanted that little push. You knew he would help you. That’s all he ever wanted to do.

“Okay.”

Gareth’s face split in a grin, brows pinching together, puppy dog eyes in full bloom looking at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Gare. What did you have in mind?”

He moved his hand, laying his palm face up the way you liked for him to do, allowing you to draw shapes and patterns, rub over the callouses here and there.

“I was thinking we get you a little notebook or maybe a small chalkboard. Something where you can write down reminders, reminding you to get a snack or eat some lunch.” His other thumb brushed over your eyebrow.

You nodded at him, thinking that could be helpful, and a little silly for not considering it before.

“And I know sometimes your tummy doesn’t want a whole lot, and sometimes you don’t eat all of your food, so we could find you a couple things your comfortable with—like in quantity—stuff you don’t have to worry about.”

“I don’t want you to have to worry about eating too. You shouldn’t have to. I think comfort foods could work, at least for right now, just to get you on a regular schedule.”

His eyes roved all over your face, scanning for any hint that he might’ve upset you.

“Yeah. Thank you. You promise you’ll help me, Gare?”

“Of course I will. We can do this together. Just want you taken care of, you know that right? You deserve to have a well-taken-care-of tummy. I’ll do anything I can to help ease that sweet mind of yours.”

You nodded again, seeing as your words had evaded you.

Gareth leaned across the table, kissed your forehead, the crease between your brows, your nose and chin. He glanced down, catching a sticker with Scooby and Shaggy holding enormous stacks of sandwiches. His ring-clad finger tapped the shimmery paper. “That one.” You placed it on your folder.

And he did help you. More than you thought possible. The first full week you’d gone without forgetting a meal, he bought you more stickers and kissed you silly, muttering how proud he was of you. Maybe your portions weren’t huge, but you were finishing all of it and you hadn’t forgotten breakfast in forever.

Gareth was the best helper in the world. You told him as much, only for him to blush madly and plant his forehead on your chest, curls tickling your jaw.

“You’re my star. My trooper. Best baby in the whole world,” he said the words into your skin, still pressed against you, but you could feel his grin at his own cheesiness. You appreciated every sentiment.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x gn!reader #corroded coffin #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #gareth emerson fic #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth the great #gareth emerson comfort #savannah’s fics

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