#I don't wanna hear anything against pudding

[atomic-thomas]

(Fake ASMR Commission) A Wholesome Morning With Your Girlfriend

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*try to use your best morning voice for this whole thing. and also sound loving at the same time. kinda like what you did with your 'Cuddling On A Rainy Day' audio*

*adorable yawn*

"Mmm~ Have I ever told you how wonderful it is to fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat?"

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"It's just so... Divine... Soothing... Lovely... Other such positive words..."

"Just hearing the subtle yet strong sound it makes... Feeling it's gentle rhythmic beating against my face. It's music to my ears."

"And of course... It lets me know that you're alive & well... Here with me... And that nothing can go wrong."

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"Well... I suppose anything could go wrong. Like... An asteroid impact or... A hostile alien invasion."

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"Hehehe~ Unlikely."

"So... It's the weekend. What do you wanna do today? I was thinking we could go to the beach."

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"Aww, why not? You'd get to see me in a bikini. I know you'd like that."

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"I'll let you rub sunscreen on me~"

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"I see you blushing~ Is that a Yes?"

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"Hehehe~ Looks like all I had to do was entice you in a flirtatious manner. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. We could also search for fulgurite while we're there.

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"You've never heard of fulgurite. Really? Well actually... No, that's fair. It's not something that's often talked about or even all that well known."

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"So basically... When there's a thunderstorm on a beach, lightning can strike wet sand & turn that sand into a crystal. Just like how fire can turn sand into glass. These crystals are fulgurite. Once the storm has passed, you can safely look around on the beach for them. Might need a shovel to do some digging though."

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"I know right? That's so cool. It's basically crystallized lightning that you can hold in your hands. It can be sold off at high prices as jewelry. And gem enthusiasts will pay a pretty penny to get some for themselves. The larger crystals sell for a fortune. You can get rich quick if you just dig around for some fulgurite."

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"Keeping some as decorations is also an option. It's valuable regardless."

"Anyway... I also wanna go shopping today... Buy some ice cream. Flavors that help me cope with the criminal lack of banana ice cream."

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"I know banana ice cream exists, but I mean like... PURE banana ice cream. The only kinds I know are like... Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Which is banana flavored, but it's got fudge & nuts in it. And some obscure brands that are like... Banana pudding with vanilla wafers & marshmallows."

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"See, that's my point. There's no ice cream out there that's just... PURE banana. I don't want all this extra stuff in it. Just banana flavored ice cream. Plain & simple."

"Another thing we could do is make banana bread batter & just eat that."

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"Whaaaaat? It's not weird. It at least isn't any weirder than eating cookie dough which everyone does. My mom did this for me all the time when I was a kid. She'd just make banana bread batter & let me eat that. It's basically banana ice cream, but with a different texture. Sometimes, she wouldn't even bake the bread."

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"Hmmm... Cookie dough ice cream actually does sound pretty bomb, not gonna lie."

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"Nnnggghhh... I still don't feel getting out of bed yet. You're just so soft... And warm... And... God, you feel like Heaven."

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"When you love someone enough, you can tolerate their morning breath. Besides, I have morning breath to."

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"We could just use the bathroom & come back to bed, but... Once I'm out of bed, I feel like I have to commit to the day."

"It's like waking up really early. I'll check my phone, notice that it's only, like... 2AM or something... And it's just so lame because I know it won't be easy to fall back asleep."

"But if I don't then I'll just end up nodding off around noon."

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"My point is that I feel there hasn't been sufficient enough bedtime with you this morning."

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"Glad we're on the same page."

"Hmmmmm~ I wanna hold your hand."

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"Yeah, I'm just gonna do that."

"Soft... Warm... Comforting... Hahhh... This is so peaceful."

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"Haha~ Yes, how lewd. We're holding hands before marriage. Such an act would be heavily censored on television."

"And now... I'll use my other hand... To brush your hair."

*Oh, Swedish Fish Kun! Fake has a job for you! Or Grenifer... Whichever she chooses.*

"I love spoiling you with affection. You deserve it so much."

*keep brushing*

"I don't know when we'll get out of bed. I guess when it gets too hot. There's a lot of body heat accumulating under these covers."

*more brushing*

"It's a shame that Summer cuddles aren't nearly as pleasant as Winter cuddles. Another reason why Winter is the superior season. You can bundle up as much as you want until you're warm. In the Summer, you can only get so naked."

*okay. you can stop brushing now.*

"It's a good thing we don't live in Arizona. That state is infamous for it's heat."

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"I'm sure there are hotter places in the world. But Arizona is just... Built different."

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"Nooooo~ Don't go yet~ Snuggle me more~"

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"I know it's getting stuffy, but... I'm just too comfortable to move right now."

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"I'll pepper you with kisses~ You don't even need to be under the blankets."

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"Good answer. Now c'mere~"

*repeated peck kisses all over the listener's face*

"*giggle* No one can resist a kiss barrage~"

*more kisses*

"There's that adorable blush I was looking for. Now what if I do this..."

*smooch on lips*

"*giggle* Hahhh... I love you so much. I just can't get enough of you. You fill my life with so much happiness."

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"Let's hold each other for a few more minutes. Then we can start the day."

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THE END

[autumnleopard]

What plants? 😳

The pillars of being ace:

Cake, pudding, space, dragons, and Loki.

you forgot the plants 

[ihatebnha]

uh i know you are not too well rn with like answering asks and shit AND THAT IS TOTALLY FINE NO WORRIES feel free to ignore this but fuck did i have a shit week and i am currently drunk and everything just sucks balls and i was wondering if you could give the poor (aka me) some shoto headcanons you have? can be the RANDOMEST shit i just wanna laugh at my serotonin boi or feel something that isnt wanting to d word (!not seriously! i am just dramatic) okay thanksBUT FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU WANT

"not too well" LMFAOOOO BESTIE treating me like the sick victorian child i am, IT'S TRUE!!!

you are absolutely the sweetest tho, so incredible, and i'm so sorry to hear you've had a hard week! headcanons are somewhat easy for me so OFC i can think about this with you! i really hope u feel better (and not t o o hungover) soon tho, keep me updated!🥺🥺🥺

hope these are okay! i love u <3

(warning: gender neutral i think... mostly fluffy things like shopping and talking on the phone anddddddd him being on ur side during fights)

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LMFAOOO I guess to dive right in, one of my fave personal Todoroki headcanons is that he LOVES being on the phone with you

Whether you're actually speaking to him about something important or just breathing into the receiver, he's paying attention

Which is funny because even when you're not talking to him... if you don't put the phone on speaker, he's getting real close to you just so he can hear what's being said...

Also does the: *mouths* "who is that?" or asks the literal second you hang up when you're talking to someone else...

(Your friends are like" "y/n... is that Todoroki in the background?"

At the same time, though, he can't use facetime for the life of him. He really does try, but it just goes super terribly because he literally isn't able to sit or hold the phone still and talk at the same time

Though it's more: "why would we video call when I could just come over?" except he literally means it...

(So stick to voice calls unless he's away on missions LOL)

And while I definitely think Todoroki is soft (and especially with you), we can't forget he's also super... headstrong, too

He's the boyfriend who does not shy away from (politely) sending back a wrong order or asking for extra napkins or something

And even more so, defending you when you need it

(I talked about Bakugo doing this too, but) Any fight you need to fight becomes his fight, too

Whether it's against your family or your boss or WHOEVER, he's stepping up to bat LOL it's honestly insane

"Actually, I think y/n said..." or, "you're being really unreasonable about _. I think _..." and it ends up being really forceful and cold... that type of stuff

(BRUH AND if it's over phone/text, he'll try to take the phone away from you so his input can be heard)

And maybe this is just some kind of trauma response for him, but I think he will literally only watch kids movies. Literally. Absolutely refuses to watch anything other than like, the latest D*sney movie

"They're actually very entertaining" like ???

Also, you know that one meme "It's a banana, how much could it cost? $13?" THAT'S HIM!!!

You honestly can't go shopping with him because if you even breathe in the direction of something, EVEN IF YOU DON'T NEED IT, he's trying to buy it

Whether you're at the grocery store or the Gucci outlet... "OMG, look at that—" *putting it in the cart*

And getting him to put anything back is almost i m p o s s i b l e (even if the reasoning is logical, like you can't eat 7 expensive pudding cups before they expire)

So, love language as gift giving, most definitely

Also LMFAO, literally horrible at giving fashion advice

Refuses to say you look bad in anything even when you obviously look bad... because "even if it's unflattering, I don't mind what you look like. If you like it, wear it..."

Bruh.

ACTUALLY THOUGH it's the same with cooking. You could make a recipe entirely wrong and he just would not notice OR admit it

It's funny, too... because even if you didn't cook it or he doesn't like whatever it is, he absolutely wants a bite of whatever you're eating

"But... you don't even like hot fries?" + "So?"

(Cal also had that amazing toxic trait for him about how he's always just... eating your food LMFAOOO and I 100% agree)

And oh my god, this man is like a fucking... gnome??? I don't know, but he literally saves everything you give him. EVERYTHING.

He definitely has a special spot for all the trinkets/notes/gifts you've ever gotten him... and you probably find a 3-year-old dried out flower or something from a card you gave him in his desk at some point

(And when you go to toss it, he's like, "give that back. I was saving it" LOOOL)

I also think... whatever books he sees you reading, he tries to read, too

And he gets weirdly invested in activities you can do as a couple... even though he's also kinda competitive about some of them

You knit, he knits (and looks over at your piece ever two seconds)... you take yoga, he takes yoga...

And God forbid you do something by yourself, because he's AT LEAST going with you to watch you do it (and cheer you along, too)

Soccer dad vibes except its just for you LOL

AND FINALLY... I literally spent all of dinner secretly laughing about the fact he absolutely sleeps in EITHER: a matching silk pajama set, or like a traditional grandpa: in a webbed tank top + trunks.

So fucking funny to see him getting water in the middle of the night like this:

Honestly... he probably even sits like an old man, too:

[applepi-1]

They comfort you after a break up

Sugawara x you

Kenma x you

Suna x you

(Picking names was hard, I used a random picker wheel and apparently, my computer loves Tsukishima, Akaashi, and Bokuto a lot.)

Also Kenma's is longer... :)

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Suga- 820 words

You were at his house in front of his door, sighing lightly before knocking. You could hear his footsteps, you felt stupid and guilty for waking him up at 11. He looked at you softly, only to turn into worry as he noticed your clothes were a bit messy, your cheeks were puffy, and your hair looks like a rat's nest. "Uh, Y/n?"

"Can I stay here tonight...?" Suga opened his door letting you walk in, immediately closing it behind you, grabbing your arms so he could look at you better.

"What's going on?" He quickly stepped to you, "Oh no no no, N/n, don't cry, it'll be okay, I'm here now." He sat you on the couch before sitting next to you, taking you into his arms. He cradled you, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him as you cried into his chest. He silently held me for a moment before he spoke again. "Y/n, do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened."

You pulled yourself out of his chest enough to look him in the eyes, "B/n broke it off." Ugh. You don't need him to see you like this. You know that he wouldn't react very well to the breakup. When you had first said yes to B/n when he'd asked you out, Suga had gone to him and told him to take good care of you, and to talk things out if they got rough. Well, B/n left you crying and Suga is not happy to see you like this. You're sure he's thinking about stabbing him multiple times.

His expression went from concerned to shocked to angry to comforting in less than two seconds. "Oh Y/n," he hugged you, holding you tighter. "Did he say why?"

"He just wasn't feeling it anymore, his feelings had gone flat and run out." You cried into his chest, your salty tears staining his Polo shirt. "He wasn't interested in me anymore."

He rubbed your back, comforting you, "Y/n, it's going to be okay, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against the back of the couch. "I know that it hurts, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you like this ever again." He kissed the top of your head and you cried harder.

"Sh...Sh...n/n... We should watch a movie." He whispered once you calmed down.

He reached across the couch and grabbing the remote. He typed in a movie title quickly so that you couldn't see. Then it was loading in front of you.

You admired how he was so focused on making you happy. You liked that he paid attention.

But of course, you paid attention to him too. You noticed how his hair is a mess, and how he was wearing a t-shirt, he knew he could always be comfortable around you. You loved the way he carried himself confidently when he walked. You loved when he called you, 'Love', it made you feel a different kind of special than other names. You picked him as your best friend for a reason.

However that may be, you also couldn't help but admire that when he reached for the remote, his arm was very close to you and his lean muscle was hard not to attend brain cells too. He held you tight and you could feel his strong chest, and his toned abdomen embracing you. When you looked into his eyes, you could feel yourself falling in love with their shade and color. When he spoke, his deep voice entranced your thoughts. You couldn't deny that he was attractive.

"Love," he said. "Are you watching the movie?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair, twisting the ends between his first finger and thumb.

You looked up at him, "Sugawara,"

"Yes?" he asked.

"I just wanted to say your name," you said. "I like to say your name."

"I like saying your name too." he smiled.

You looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at yours, he very slowly, leaned in slightly, his eyes starting to close. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, in a very tender kiss. He pulled away, slightly. A blush rising on your cheeks. Your heart fluttered. He smiled and you did too.

You rested your head on his chest once again and thought about what just happened. He kissed you. On the lips. With his lips. They were soft, and they pressed on yours ever so lightly and you wanted that amazing feeling again. The soft gentleness of his love pressed to your skin, your lips. You loved him, he was your best friend.

You looked up at him again, making him look at you. "Suga, what just happened?" You asked.

"I kissed you," he said. Then he thought for a moment, "Yeah, I kissed you."

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Kenma- 1705 words

"Kenma?" You asked on your phone, your voice wavering. You could just feel the lump/frog in your throat creeping up because, first of all, even though Kenma was your friend, you always got a little bit nervous when you talked to him, once you had developed a crush on him. And second of all, you were on the verge of tears.

"Hey, Y/n. Are you alright? Do you need me to come by your house? Is there anything wrong? Or am I just overreacting?" he said. You could tell that he was obviously worried, just by hearing his tone and his many questions.

"I'm fine. But can you please come over? I need a friend." You stated simply, not revealing too much.

"I'll leave my place in a minute and I'll be over there as soon as possible. Okay?" You nodded in response, forgetting that he couldn't see me at the moment.

"Thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper now. Kenma wouldn't get off the phone because he kept wanting to make sure that you were alright. "Dude I'm okay. I'm just not sure that you'll be if you keep this call on while running. I need you, though, so please just hang up and come as soon as you can." You had to be the one to hang up, even though it pained you to do so. At the moment, though, it had seemed like it pained him more.

~ Time Skip ~

There was a knock on your door and you knew who it must have been.

You knew that it was too early for your family to be back. You were home alone while everyone else was out at dinner. Somehow, you had convinced your parents to let you stay home, alone. They said that as long as you didn't party and no one, that you didn't trust, came into the house, they'd be fine with it and they'd probably let you do it again.

You got off of your bed, which you had ended up crying in, and started walking down the stairs.

Sweeping your hair out of your face and trying to smooth it out, you went over to the door. You took a deep breath, pulled down both of your sleeves, and put on the best fake smile that you could muster.

As soon as you saw him, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't even offer to let him in at first. All you did was take in his handsomeness. blond hair with black roots and his golden eyes; wearing his usual, laid-back outfit that you always enjoyed. It was weird to you how one person could help alter your mood, by even just the tiniest bit.

"Aren't you gonna let me in?" he asked, smiling at you, with a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked down at his phone hoping you didn't see it.

"Oh, sorry!" You apologized, gesturing for him to come into the house and shut the door behind him.

"Hey, I hate to do this to you, but do you mind if I take a look at what's in the kitchen?" he asked. "I had practice and I changed, walked over to my house and that's when you called. Now I'm starving."

"Sure!" You replied with fake cheeriness, going toward the living room. He walked into the kitchen, which had a pretty nice view of the room you were going in. "And I'm sorry. I should have let you stay over at your house." You faked a laugh, which screamed the word 'fake', and that gave your whole charade away. He walked into the living room, where you were about to sit down on the couch. Taking a seat next to you, he turned toward you.

"Y/n, what's with all of the apologizing?" Before you could respond, he added, "If you really wanna apologize, don't feel bad about things like those. Apologize for lying to me."

You knew that he wasn't going to let you lie to him anymore, who were you kidding to be lying to him, so you quit your act and put down your guard. You looked into his eyes and he could see that you were on the verge of breaking so he put his arms up as you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him, starting to let out your sobs. You cried into his t-shirt and, strangely, he didn't actually seem to mind. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you in even closer to him.

When he started to rub circles with his hands on your back, you started to relax. Nobody had ever made you feel that comfortable before when you were as distraught as you are at the time.

You started to control your breathing and he just kept you enveloped in his arms. He put his chin on top of your head and mumbled, more to himself than to you, "It's okay pudding."

Once you had stabilized your tears and breathing, you looked up and took a quick glance into his eyes. You looked away quickly, though. You were fearing that he was going to judge you or use this moment against you. It's not like he was that type of person, because he really wasn't, but nobody had actually seen you so vulnerable before and you weren't sure how he, nor anyone for that matter, would respond.

"It's okay," he promised. "You can tell me anything and I swear I won't tell anyone unless I think it could help. And I'd tell you first. You do not have to feel embarrassed around me."

You looked back into his eyes and saw how sincere he was being. Just by looking into his eyes, you could see loyalty, sincerity, honesty, and care. You were super grateful to have him as a friend. He's not used to this, Kenma's not used to comforting anyone, or good with his words, so it shocked you a little.

"I, uh, you really wanna know?" You asked. When he nodded, You decided that it was now or never. "B/n broke up with me..." You whispered making Kenma sad. "And you want to know the reason why?" You asked dramatically, but before he could ask you gave him an answer, "It's because I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for a long time now. You know that. And it's been so hard and nobody understands. Every time people find out, they judge me. Or they just tell me to get help. But whenever I try to get help, nobody cares. Even if they do care, they don't understand, though. I hate sounding selfish and bitchy, but I just wish that there was someone who cared and understood, y'know? It's hard enough going through your teenage years, trying to figure out who you are, but then having depression and anxiety on top of it really sucks. And it's a really crappy thing to go through." He just sat there, stunned, so you continued. "I mean, having to deal with me has, probably, always been tough, but it's probably gonna be harder now. Plus, it's like what if I end up using this as my excuse for all my irrational decisions? I would be abusing this disorder, almost as much as it's abusing me. And it's just really hard to deal with. Because even the people who care a lot, and who try to understand what I'm going through, can never really help. I'm not sure if they just don't get it or if they just, honestly, don't actually give a crap. As much as I want them to understand, though, I really couldn't wish any of this upon them because nobody, even the worst of the worst, deserves to go through depression and anxiety. And I just don't really know what to do with all of these pent-up emotions."

By this point, you had let out all of your emotions and tears; that was enough explaining, at least for the time being.

"Y/n, don't ever feel like you have to keep secrets like those from me, okay? I care about you, more than you could ever imagine, and I want you to know that and to be able to open up to me."

"I know you care, Ken." You mumbled, leaning away from him.

You just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes, and he let out a sigh. "Of course I care. You're my best friend, and you have been for a while now. Hell, you're more than that! All I want is for you to feel comfortable around me. I mean, I don't really understand what you're going through and I also don't understand why you're going through it, but I do know that you're such an amazing, gorgeous girl that doesn't deserve any of this bull. I can't even begin to pretend to understand any of this so I'm not going to. I'll try to understand, sure; but I'm not going to act like I do because that'd be a lie. But I really like you and I don't wanna see anyone go through this pain, especially not you."

You had no idea how to respond to that so you just sat there, staring up into his eyes. How do you respond to that...? Kenma- a boy who never said much since you've been friends- just full-on rambled to you. "But what about all my flaws? Do you really want to have to deal with this?"

"You have a hell of a lot more to deal with than I do so I'm not gonna be the one to complain. And I don't care about your flaws. I mean, I do care about them, but I don't hate them. Your flaws are what make you the person you are and the person you are is imperfectly perfect and perfectly imperfect. As cheesy as that sounds, it's true. Because I have the power to see beyond your flaws and to see who you truly are, and I am going to use that power like I already have. Your flaws just make you even better, in my opinion."

Again, you were speechless.

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Suna- 662 words

You ran to the gym quickly once you ran all eyes were on you. But all you could do was run to your best friend. Miya Osamu was confused as you immediately wrapped your arms around him. "Y/n?" He didn't have the time to look at you, they were practicing against Karasuno, and any other time you would've cared, Suna walked in with the other Miya twin looking at you in shock, but Suna ran over to you before Atsumu could open his mouth.

"Y/n?" He pulled you away and took in your appearance, you were supposed to be on a date with that guy, B/n. But now looking at you, your shirt was a mess and unbuttoned a little, your cheeks were red and puffy, your lip was busted a little, and your hair... god you were a wreck, he immediately wrapped his arms around you letting you cry into him. "Atsumu, get my jacket." The boy did as told handing it to him, before he wrapped it around you, letting you put the jacket on as he zipped it before pulling you back into his chest. "What happened, N/n?" You held onto him tighter, he sighed and looked at the other members. "Would you tell me if we were alone?" You sighed leaning up to whisper it into his ear.

"It... it was a bet..." He furred his brows at the answer, everyone looked confused as well.

"What do you mean...?" You sighed again tugging his shirt, he got the message and bent down a little.

"It was... a-all a b-bet... to g-get into m-my pa-pants..." You admitted embarrassingly. Suna's eyes widen looking down at you before his blood boiled.

"It was what?!" His voice was low and cold, it literally made you shiver. He didn't want you to repeat yourself, eventually, Sugawara came over rubbing your arm softly.

"What happened, dear?" Sugawara always gave off this mom vibe making you smile a little, but that mom vibe was immediately replaced with scary after you told him the story.

"Where're my knives Daichi?!" Daichi jumped looking at his boyfriend {;) I'm kidding, maybe..}

"Uh... it's that bad?" He looked at you making you nod, saying it was okay to tell him.

"Oh, it's that bad. It was all a bet." Everyone looked at you in shock. Tsukishima even gave you a small smile. You just nuzzled your way into Suna trying to make yourself disappear.

"I'm sorry... S-Suna..." he looked down at you before gently rubbing your arms kissing your head lightly.

"I knew you still had a thing for him, you lying bitch!" You immediately tensed up, Suna looked at the boy over his shoulder. He stopped short in his track as he noticed all the death glares he was receiving.

"What did you just call our manager?" The twins said together looking at the boy with murderous glares.

"Daichi, I need my knives!" That was what made him run, but all the boys followed, all except you two.

"You okay...?" You looked up at him and shook your head.

"Not really..."

"Hm, want to come over and watch a movie...?" He was ignoring what your ex said, making you sigh.

"You don't have to beat around the bush, I get it, you don't like me... so..."

"I-I didn't think much of what he said." You don't really ever see a blushing Suna, so it was a first. "I-I thought he was lying... but, w-who said I didn't like you back?" Your eyes widen a little as he looked away.

"Do you... like me back...?" All the boys stopped at the door hearing your conversation and like Suna would do if this was one of the twins, they filmed it.

"I... I do..." You felt a smile appear on your messed-up face. Suna looked down at you and smiled back. "I-I'll kiss you when your lip isn't busted." You both laughed before hugging your best friend, well now boyfriend.

[barnesaintdead]

The Reason — A Bucky Barnes romance.

Summary: there's none, actually, I'm terrible at this so I'll just resume for you. Bucky turns up to be face-to-face with his past. Now he must deal with his feelings.

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, smokin' hot smut, heart stabbing angst. It takes place between Civil War and Infinity war but Bucky is not a popsicle in the end. Mentions of abuse, torture and rape, so be careful and keep your mental health.

Word count: 1300+.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC and big brother! Steve Rogers/ OC.

A/N: So, this is going to be full of fluff with tiny but heartbreaking moments of angst and not so much smut but really smutty at the few times. Get ready. I'm in college, tomorrow is my first day and probably I won't continue Pandora's box because it was written under an emotional breakdown so please don't be sad. Now, let's read. Feedback and love are always welcome.

Chapter One.

"This is definitely not good", Steve points as he stops in his tracks. Both him and Bucky went to the rescue of Wanda from one of Hydra's facility back and Germany and now the three of them were face to face with at least two dozens of highly armed men. Right in the middle, the only woman in the squad was casually cracking her knuckles. Cap's shield dancing on her arm. She was covered from head to toe, so they couldn't make out if she was someone known.

Tension running in the air, they kept staring until Wanda grunts and push her hands up, red magic swirling around them. In the first shot, she walked ahead her teammates to survey some protection, heading towards the enemy squad only to stop abruptly as the woman uses the shield to take them down one by one. When finished, she throws it with a certain strength back to Cap and he stands there, mouth agape while she approaches slowly.

"Is she one of ours?" Wanda asked with a crease in her forehead.

"Not that I know but Fury never was a fan of sharing his thoughts, was he?".

Only a short distance separated them when the girl pushed off her helmet along with the tactical mask. Steve jumps at the sound on his side, Bucky let his gun fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open and his breath came out in erratic puffs. Wanda raised a brow as she exchanged a concerned look with Steve.

"I thought you were dead", he finally stutters. The girls smirks and drop her helmet to the ground, kicking to the side with a loud tump. Loads of memories flowing trough his head, making him shiver at the sight of her.

He came back from an late assignment after a long time away from the compound. His eyes lingered at her the entire time as she played with her teddy bear between her mom's legs. He was in a chair, doing routine exams in his arm after finishing the late mission report. She looked at him and smiled, waving her tiny hands in his direction.

Later that same night, she broke into his room. A huge grin across her features as she put down her dinner in his small table. Her soft voice humming to the melody of one of The Ink Spots song.

"You need to stop lockpicking, kroshechnyy", he lectured, sitting down across from her.

"If you tell me that again, I'll have the pudding all to myself", she threatened, earning a soft laugh from the soldier. "I wouldn't need to lockpick anything if they stopped locking you up here".

The soldier sighed, and shook that sudden sadness off once he tore a piece off of the bread and shoved into his mouth. The girl must've have eight or nine years by now, he saw her birth. Since she started talking, he was her target for everything. Since drawings, to new stuffed animals the other doctors or soldier brought to her. He didn't like much the thought that a little piece of sunshine like her had grown without knowing what was to attend school, play in the park or having friends of her age. But he was gratefull for the special fondness she had over him. She would slide into his room when she had nightmares, or just couldn't sleep, she always shared her meals with him for not being able to finish all herself.

Nora was an exceptional kid. Great hability on learning every single thing they taught her. At some point, she was tested after her "natural" enhancement. She was daughter of the only woman used in the Winter Soldier project, born unnaturally by lab breeding, she was injected with the serum even before her body was formed.

The times for her training came, they made sure to hurt her as much as they hurt him, and that killed him. She would be spared with him for fights to unconsciousness or until one of them were too weak to continue. She was good, strong, her small body was useful in a lot of ways, but mostly to scape from bigger enemies like him. They made him hurt her, for her learning. To turn her into the perfect soldier, emotionless and methodic.

Sadly — for them —, she wasn't like that. She couldn't be tamed or bent to no one's wills. Nora was fierce, bright and strong. Deadly strong. All the torture, the spanking sessions and the confinement never tore apart, never took out her warm personality; her kindness could never be erased. She was just that good.

After the sessions, she would still sneak into his room at night. Even after he had beaten her up to her unconsciousness, she would always come back to his room and assure him it was alright, that she was still his friend. A deep bond has settled between them. Until he dissapeared. The last time she saw him, she felt a hug wasn't enough to say goodbye, almost as she knew he wouldn't come back. She shoved an old drawging she made him when younger into one of his back pockets and prayed for him to be back soon. When he didn't came back, she was in pieces.

Knowing she would never be a weapon to them, and knowing too that she was way to smart to get rid off, Nora became a doctor, an apprentice of the scientists. After his disappearance, she didn't felt the necessity to smile ever again.

"I thougt you were dead", she objected.

Steve had to get a grip on Wanda's elbow to try and assimilate what was happening, his eyes not believing in the scene right in front of him. The unknown girl spread her arms as his best friend sprinted like a child, throwing himself against her. Both falling on the ground in a tight, emotional embrace. Bucky pressed her head against his neck, caressing the soft hair under his digits. It was her. The smile, the eyes, the smell in her hair. It was her. Bucky felt his eyes water a bit as she let out a faint laugh. He was bigger than before, broader, but also a lot more soft in every other way. He pushed away enough to cup her jaw in his hands, watching all over her features as she lit a smile that made her cheeks ache, tears blooming in the corners of her eyes. He left out a nervous laugh and pushed her again.

"I missed you", he sobbed. Whispering his words, he lowered himself to hug her, her quick heartbeats deafening his ears.

Wanda was not understanding why the normally cold and close-for-human-contact James Barnes was sitting on the ground with a girl between his legs, hugging her like she was about to die right there and with a crying face. Steve cleans his throat, trying to get their attention.

"Anything you might wanna share, buddy?" He asks, a grin spreading all along his face and crossing his arms at chest level.

Bucky stands up, offering his hand out to help her get up too. They stand side by side, his hand tightly grasping hers. Steve had a good feeling about all that, even though she was a agent from Hydra. From all he could bring together, the girl belonged to his life at some point. The happiness in his friend's eyes only making that more clear to him.

"I know her since she was a kid." He explains. "She kept me company, even when I was in cryo she would never leave my side."

Steve smiled even more.

"That makes her one of ours?" Wanda asks in low tone only to Steve hear. Bucky approached, his flesh hand tight around the girl's shoulders as she smiled shyly.

"Nora, this is Steve, my former best friend, and Wanda". Nora faked a betrayed frown, a hand to her chest and a scoffy expression loaded in drama.

"I thought I was your best friend!", she snorted. "Still, it's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Rogers.

"The pleasure is all mine, Nora".

[7waystreet]

lick | namkook

synopsis —  after being reunited with namjoon after a month apart, an incomplete night with him in bed leads you to fall into jungkook's irresistible charm

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language & sexual content, oral sex (f & m receiving)

word count — 2.9k

"FUCK, I just wanna eat some pussy!"

Jungkook's big doe eyes grow even wider, almost about to pop out of his head when he hears Namjoon's frustrated yell from the kitchen.

"Hyung, what the hell!"

Namjoon's form becomes gentler when he paces into the living room and sees poor Jungkook's startled face, the little one appearing as if he's just lost his appetite, the half eaten pizza slice fallen on his plate.

"Sorry kid. It's just... I miss (y/n) a lot. You know how she's been away for a whole month visiting her family, right?"

"Of course I know. I haven't heard you guys banging that stupid bed against the wall all night for weeks."

Namjoon chuckles to himself at that, flopping onto the couch next to Jungkook before they both start eating again. While turning the TV on, Namjoon's eyes fall on the cute pic that he clicked of you at the mountain top while on a hike together, the snap tucked in a photo frame that's resting on the stand a few feet away.

"Can't wait until I can see that pretty face again tomorrow."

Jungkook slowly looks up from his plate after noticing Namjoon's unexpected softer tone of voice, which only happens when he talks about you. He follows Namjoon's gaze towards the photo frame, those sweet bambi eyes now deeply admiring your face in silence.

"So pretty" Jungkook whispers to himself with a sadness in his voice, making sure Namjoon doesn't hear him at all though. "Hyung?" he slightly clears his throat, speaking audibly this time.

"Hmm yeah?"

"Have you asked her to be your girlfriend yet?"

"No I haven't..."

Jungkook can't help but secretly smile, a rush of happiness filling him up to the brim, but he realizes Namjoon's right next to him and quickly snaps out of it, rubbing his lips instead to hide his grin.

"... but I'm thinking of asking her soon. What do you think, Jungkookie?"

And just like that, the joy fizzles out and a spike of heat rips through Jungkook's body at Namjoon's question, but he's got to act cool, so he just nods his head to show his approval even though he'd do anything for it to not happen.

Jungkook sneaks a pining look at the photo of you again, his thoughts traveling back to what Namjoon had yelled out earlier.

"What's it like? You know... to eat pussy?"

Namjoon pauses mid bite, a smile curling up on his lip as he turns to Jungkook and places his palm on the boy's shoulder.

"It's hard to explain, but I think it feels better when you go down on a girl who you care about because seeing the pleasure you're giving her makes you feel really good too. But don't worry, you'll find someone worth it one day and learn it on your own."

The doorbell suddenly rings, both boys now giving each other questioning looks since they weren't expecting company tonight.

"Surprise!!!" you giggle as Namjoon whips the door open, his face instantly bursting into a big smile, those deep dimples adorning both his cheeks melting your heart into pudding in an instant.

With his strong hands outstretched, you excitedly jump on him, your arms wrapping around his neck while your legs curl around his waist. His comforting embrace warms you up as you stuff your face in Namjoon's shoulder, both of you holding onto each other tightly for a minute.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you."

Namjoon smiles into the kiss as you pull back from the hug, giving you not one but what feels like a hundred little kisses, making you giggle nonstop. It's never just one smooch with this guy. He has to make sure you really know you're cared for.

You drop down from his waist, now hanging your purse and jacket onto the silver hooks by the door as Namjoon heads for the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

"Do you want pizza? It's still warm. Jungkook ordered it earlier!"

"No thanks, I'm good Joon! Where's the lil cutie anyways?"

Your eyes meet Jungkook's as soon as you enter the living room, his happy bunny smile that's stretching from ear-to-ear greeting you at once.

"I missed you, Kook!" you smile back at him, skipping over to him and giving him a big friendly hug, although he very awkwardly hugs you back just like he always does.

"It's good to see you again!" he naturally stutters, his cheeks blushing a light pink while breaking eye contact with you.

Namjoon puts his arm around your shoulder, gently caressing it while you sit down and drink the water, your conversation then diving into all of the updates you have for the boys about your month long vacation with your family. After catching up for a bit, you focus on Jungkook and pose him a question, seeing as to how you'd be spending the rest of the evening with Namjoon alone.

"So, what are you plans for the night, Kook?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna be watching TV or playing Overwatch."

You feel sad leaving him there all alone, wishing you could at least give him company, him being one of the kindest guys you know. But taking one last look at Jungkook, you turn around while holding Namjoon's hand, now walking down to his room.

"Mmm come here."

Namjoon falls back on the bed, his hand then pulling you towards him. You crawl over his body, straddling him as he lays flat down, a smirk forming on both your faces when your eyes lock in with each other. Palms on his broad chest, you bed and press a kiss on his neck, a hiss escaping his mouth at your warm touch. You know how much Namjoon loves neck kisses.

You keep kissing his soft skin, his breath starting to get heavier as you turn him on with your lips. He finally puts both his hands on your ass, giving it a good squeeze before he flips you over in a jolt and gets on top.

"Lemme get a taste of that pussy."

The room's filled with your moans as Namjoon goes down on you and works his magic with his tongue, but little do you know what's going on outside.

Your sweet moans meet Jungkook's ears, his finger naturally hitting the mute button on the remote now to hear you clearly. His eyes roll back and shut close, his head reclining into the couch as he takes this feeling in.

I wish that was me in there with her.

His hand touches the big bulge that's forming in his pants, slowly massaging it to the overwhelming sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth while Namjoon keeps flicking your clit.

Just as you're about to cum, Namjoon cuts you off, his tongue parting from your clit while the glint in his eyes shines brighter than ever. Sex with him is a full ride, with plenty of foreplay until you're practically begging him to let you reach your orgasm.

"Suck me off."

Following his command, you unzip his jeans and roll them off the bed, the outline of his hardened member already visible through his boxers. You take a gulp and a deep breath as his cock slaps up against his stomach when you strip him off of everything, almost having forgotten how massive his length is after this month long separation.

You give Namjoon a few good pumps with your hand, his jawline already clenching from the pleasure starting to take over from your smooth strokes. Starting with sucking on his balls, you give them plenty of attention before moving up to his length, your wet mouth slowly taking him in.

Why did her moans stop?

Jungkook's sweatpants are pooled around his ankles, his hand stroking himself at full speed when the sudden silence hollows him out. He's almost about to cum when your voice can't be heard anymore. Beyond frustrated, his head restlessly rolls around, eyes unknowingly falling on that photo frame of your pic.

He shoots up from the couch, waddling towards the stand with his pants still around his ankles, quickly grabbing the frame before falling back on the cushions. His hand quickly goes back to pumping his cock, picking up the pace as his eyes deeply focus on you smiling in your hiking shorts and tank top with the mountain view in the back.

"Kook?"

His heart stops beating in that very second, his chest entirely on fire as the frame drops out of his hand, his natural instinct being to reach for a pillow to cover his throbbing length out of your sight. He shakily turns his head to the side in embarrassment, his eyes meeting yours as you stand there completely frozen, both of your breaths cut off from this unexpected encounter.

"Oh my God! I'm SO sorry! I didn't mean to intrude like this."

"Uh, ah- no, not your fault. I- I should've been in my bedroom."

"I thought you were!"

"I thought you were with hyung! You came out so early."

Oh, if only Jungkook knew the irony in that...

"Shit baby, you're so good."

You spit on Namjoon's cock getting it slippery wet, the slick sounds of your stroking echoing in the room while you pump him hard, then sliding him back into your mouth. You keep bobbing your head on his length, your throat tightening up when you take him in deeper, choking on him for a few secs before you gasp back up for some air.

Namjoon keeps cursing from the amazing feeling, your ego rising from the way he's weak underneath your touch, making you go even faster to deliver the promised pleasure you always give him.

What you don't expect is Namjoon cumming out so early during foreplay.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry."

You hear Namjoon stammer as you swallow his whole load, noting the salty, but familiar taste you don't mind. Your eyes are on him again as you pop his cock out of your mouth and sit up by his knees.

"You don't have to say sorry" you innocently giggle.

But Namjoon now looks even more flustered after hearing you, instantly making you feel a heavy guilt in your chest. You didn't mean to chuckle as if you were shaming him or poking fun of him for not lasting long. You had giggled bcuz you were happy you got him cumming in no time, tickling that sense of pride within you.

Before he misunderstands your actions though, you lay down in bed with him and wrap your arm around his chest, your face tucking into his shoulder as you gently soothe his sides with your palm.

"I came quicker because we haven't fucked in so long, gosh you got me feeling so good so early. Lemme at least go down on you. (y/n), I feel sorry because I cut you off from your orgasm before."

Not wanting him to feel pressured into doing it, you cuddle him tighter, his own arms easing up and hugging you snuggly now at your gesture. You press a kiss on his neck before softly speaking in his ear.

"Shh it's ok, Joon relax. It happens. How about we just rest tonight and do it in the morning? I'm kinda tired from my travels too."

Namjoon falls asleep shortly while you fidget in bed next to him, the pinch in between your legs continuing to bother you as you're still horny as fuck, now wishing that feeling somehow magically goes away soon.

You figure drinking some water might help you cool down, so without getting fully dressed, you pull your panties back on and throw over Namjoon's t-shirt, which hits around your mid thigh, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 covering your ass. You realize the TV's turned off since you can't hear the volume anymore, meaning Jungkook's gone to bed, so you won't have to worry about him seeing you pant less.

"Kook, you dropped something."

You slowly walk towards Jungkook, avoiding looking at him as he scrambles to pull his pants up, still desperately trying to hide his boner using the small pillow next to him. He hurries to grab what's fallen first, but fails to do it, your fingers now curling around the photo frame of your pic against the scenery.

"Wait... you were masturbating to my photo?"

Jungkook looks pale and lightheaded, like he's about to pass out from the embarrassment, your question completely throwing him off.

"I- I- no- shit- I mean- it's not that- I- I'm sorry- I- fuck-"

To stop Jungkook's uncontrollable stuttering, you step closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder to ease him up a little bit. His chest keeps heaving up and down as he tensely stares into the carpet, totally avoiding meeting your eyes at all costs.

"What were you thinking of when you were jacking off to me?"

Jungkook's head whips up to stare at your face, shocked after hearing your curious question. You're not angry with him. If anything, you're flattered someone thinks you're that attractive that they wanna get off to you.

"I- I can't say. That would be inappropriate."

"You're gonna tell me whats inappropriate or not after I just caught you busting a nut to my photo? Now, spill it."

His gaze slowly drops down from your eyes to your exposed thighs and legs, which are right up in his face as he's sitting in front of you. You're the one getting crazy flustered all of sudden, just realizing how you're literally only wearing panties and a t-shirt in front of Jungkook.

"I was... I was thinking about eating you out. (y/n)... can I?"

You'd be lying if you said you didn't find Jungkook attractive.

Namjoon's hot but Jungkook's got that boyish charm that undoubtedly draws you in. The way his thin rosy lips pout when he speaks, the cute button nose that you just wanna boop at times, the big smile that can light up an entire room, not to mention the prettiest eyes that shine like the entire galaxy could fit in them. You've just always kept your boundaries with him since he's Namjoon's friend, but your mind's starting to betray you.

"But Namjoon..."

"He's not your boyfriend, right? So it's not like you'd be cheating on him, right?"

Jungkook's technically right. You're not officially committed to Namjoon in any way. You both hook up and obviously have affection for each other, but you've never talked about being exclusive with one another. Jungkook's round eyes keep deeply stare into yours to search for the truth, for any hint of an approval to his request. And 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, you know he can see right through you now, being able to read the softness in your gaze as you bite down on your bottom lip.

He reaches for your hand and gently holds it, lightly pulling you towards him to get you seated on the couch. You both wait there in total silence for a few mins, your nervous breathing speeding up as the couch rustles and Jungkook's body soon turns in your direction, his warm palm slowly placing on your shivering thigh.

"Can you look at me?"

With a silent gulp you turn towards him too, his adorable eyes holding love for you as his gaze falls down to your lips. Taking a shaky breath, he leans in with mustered courage, his thin lips feeling like silk when he kisses you for the first time, the taste of his strawberry chapstick melting into your mouth as your lips perfectly mould together.

His hand starts caressing your thigh as he keeps passionately kissing you, both your palms finding their way over to hold his cheeks so you can cup his face while you sweetly kiss him back. He moves up and touches your heat through your panties, slowly massaging your folds to get you going for what's to come.

The feeling of him touching you so intimately is entirely new but you can't deny the surging emotions of excitement within you as you now see him get down on his knees in front of you. His hands disappear underneath your baggy shirt, hooking into the band of your panties and slipping them off with ease in a sec.

You gasp as he tucks his arms under your thighs, lifting them up so to let your legs hang over his wide shoulders. His mouth has a better angle to taste your lower lips this way, his eyes locked in on your heat.

"Fuck. Every inch of you is beautiful."

Just like that he licks a strip over your folds, his soft squishy tongue on you sending a shiver down your spine. He leaves wet kisses all over, making sure to suck on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your legs are starting to flail from the way his smooth tongue's working on your clit, his hands securing your legs down on his shoulders as he gives your clit a cute kiss.

"Does that feel good?"

You look down to see his big brown eyes observing your fucked out face, your breath shuddering as his movements get faster. His tongue's now circling your hole and licking you up, tensing your insides as you feel yourself nearing your end so soon, your heart giving out from the building pressure.

You just nod at him since you can't bring yourself to speak any words, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure no doubt. Your hand reaches down, your fingers now running through his silky black bangs, his eyes closing from your touch but his mouth determined to get you cumming. He keeps eating you out with a passion that you've never experienced with anyone before, and just like that, the knot that's formed in your core loosens up and your juices flow out into his mouth.

"(y/n)... Does this mean you're not gonna be hyung's girlfriend now?"

"Depends on how good you fuck me. You ready for that?"

[greensungnostic]

(Grand)father's day

Well, it's Sunday. You promised the old man you'd come for a visit, have a special little father's day with him. It'll be nice, spending time with him outside of his study. You start things off by shuffling sleepily down to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you start up the stove. In a cast iron skillet, you lay down a few slices of thick bacon, a few rolls of sausage, and once they're starting to sizzle and fill the pan with a cheerfully popping sizzle, you crack a few eggs in the to fry in the fat. Next you add some tomato, a few mushrooms, and a strip of black pudding all together, two servings sizzling merrily away in the large pan. You pop a few slices of bread in the toaster, put on a pot of beans to cook, then put the kettle on while you wait for it all to cook up. A Full English Breakfast, his favourite. Once it's all nice and ready, you butter the toast, cut it into triangles, and plate everything up. With a newspaper tucked under your arm, you gather the pair of plates up, floating your teacups along behind you with your powers. You ascend to the second floor on foot, lightly tapping at it with your toeclaws to announce your presence. You call through the door -

grandpa! its fathers day! i brought you your favourite! breakfast in the study!

You finagle his doorknob with your hands full, using your elbow to twist it just enough to pop the latch and enter into the dim, musty room once more. He's here of course, staring long and thoughtful into the fireplace once more, which flares into life when you approach. He never seems to get tired of that trick! You set the plates down at the desk, pulling up the stiff side chair to face it.

oh come on i know you are busy but it is your fathers day breakfast, at least come over here!

He makes no moves from his firewatching vigil, so you roll your eyes and push him over there directly, leaving him standing behind his desk, looking at the pleasant tendrils of fragrant steam rising from his plate. He doesn't sit - never has been one to sit for anything but the fanciest meals. But you do sit, tucking into the hearty meal with a soft smile on your face. You don't go to the trouble of a Full English very often, but it is good. You can see why it's his favourite. He doesn't seem very hungry - he scarcely seems to want to touch it - but you can tell from the twinkle in his eye that he appreciates it all the same.

are you gonna finish that bacon and sausage? no? okay thank you grandpa! hehehe, i know, you dont want to mess up your mustache. it looks very nice today! so sharp, so smart!

You snag his uneaten meats, munching them up, as well as one of his little mushrooms. While you eat, you figure he'd like to hear any new news. You were just here the other day so there's not a ton new, but you can touch on it all the same. It's sweet of him to take interest in his granddaughter's life, after all! You look up at the old man in his Stout Dignity, offering a small smile while you speak.

hmm? no nothing super exciting has happened this week, honestly. just did some more gardening and stuff, you know i love to do that! yes grandpa i make sure im armed. no i dont think every earthworm has a chance to grow - yes i read dune, those dont actually exist or if they do the worms in my soil are not precursors to sandworms!! pffft!

How silly of him, to even think that your garden worms could become shai-hulud.

other than that, ive mostly just been playing this game with some friends! no like an online one! it is called mine craft and it has you... well, mine ores and craft things out of them! theres lots of adventure, monsters to fight, and more! yes im well armed ive got a magic bow and sword! i might be one of the better strife combatants on the server honestly. i run around on a horse named hubble, exploring for resources and building tunnels and quarries and supplying people with stuff! its really fun, id only ever played it alone before recently. you might not like it though, theres no guns! just bows and crossbows. maybe some could be modded in though! or shoot fireworks at people!

He seems interested, though a dourness seems to befall him when he hears there's no firearms. Maybe it's not a good idea, he'd probably kill all the cute non dog animals. At least he seems tickled by your horse's name. Always naming things for scientists, it's the Harley way. You put your fork and knife down, stacking his half full plate atop your empty one to do away with them both - a quick zap of dishes into the sink. You down your tea, then do the same with the cup. You rise up, looking up at the towering old gentleman.

so tonight is a werewolf night so i dont have aaaaalll night unless you really wanna see me go full furry and cavort around like a loon, but i thought you might want to spend some time together outside today? i set up a little shooting range so i can show you my marksmanship! wanna go see how im doing? im on my sixth prestige level on riflekind so you could say im pretty good!

Grandpa doesn't seem averse to the idea. He always wants to make sure you're well armed, well prepared, so showing your prowess is likely to be a good activity! You loop your arms around one of his, green lightning dancing around the two of you before the scene suddenly shifts to a spot outside in the fields. The fruits of your gardening labour, both figurative and literal, sprawl out in all directions to the edges of the ship. The Breeze ruffles through your hair and the looser bits of Grandpa's expeditionary outfit, the smell of flowers and vegetation in the air. Dotted here and there, you've set up little dummy copies of monsters - a papier mâché ogre here, a clay swarm of imps, little rudimentary robotic underlings bobbing and weaving as targets. You can tell Grandpa is surveying the targets, his grip on the Blunderbuss tight. But they're not his to destroy, they're yours. You draw out a stopwatch, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. It's quite a stressor, showing off your skills to your Grandfather. Okay, you're ready. You click the starter....

Strife.

Your spring into action, your GIRL’S BEST FRIEND deploying from within your specibus and into your hands. You fire a volley of pinpoint-accurate shots into a swath of imps, each one perfectly removing the heads in a spray of fine dust. You YOUTHROLL as if avoiding a barrage of attacks, stopping on a knee to switch to the GREEN SUN STREETSWEEPER and eviscerate a mechanical lich. You swap through your rifles one by one, blasting apart the targets you've set up, each shot dead in the middle of the bullseyes painted on them. You slide, you run up a tree and jump off to shoot upside down in midair, you rifle butt a basilisk. For a grand finale you light the papier mâché ogre ablaze with a green sun flamethrower to soften it up, then swap to your LITTLE BUSTER guitar-rifle to first ventilate it, then pummel it into cinders with the base of the instrument. You let out a little cheer and stop the stopwatch, dancing on the spot in celebration. You check the timer. 1:34.62. Just over a minute and a half, not bad. You bound back over to Grandpa, a big grin and a light sheen of sweat on your face. You gesture out over the dust of your destruction, other small bots already scurrying out to collect the destroyed targets, the spent casings.

voila!! howd i do grandpa?? not a bad time for all those baddies, if i do say so myself! do you like the bass guitar? it shoots .45s and also grenades from the headstock and its good for bashing with too! it dual-classes as an axekind weapon too, haha... i converted it from a regular old classic rickenbacker myself!

You hold up the LITTLE BUSTER for his perusal. He looks on with what feels like an air of appraisal, as if inspecting your craftsmanship. You stay quiet for a long moment to just let him see, before he seems satisfied. A glint of approval, what might be interpreted as a smile behind your grandfather's dense moustache. He's never been good at praise, but you can tell he's proud.

haha, thank you for coming out and watching, grampa. it means a lot to get to show you that, and all this too! do you like how the gardenship looks? ive been up to my eyebrows in dirt making it all cute! look over there, you can see rip van maple, just growing and growing! technically its only a few years old but the growth acceleration puts it at like three hundred!

You spend the next hour or so pointing out nearby points of interest, talking about the care and maintenance and upkeep of your garden, your robots, even the dogs. As if conjured by the utterance of his name, Becquerel appears, curling up at his master's feet like he's prone to. You scratch between your direwolf sized hound's ears and sit down against him, still quietly talking to grandpa.

so how has work been going in there, grandpa? oh, right i know, business trade secrets, cant discuss them! still i hope you are not working too hard in there. you always seem so lost in thought... maybe looking out the window once in a while instead of into the fireplace would give a fresh perspective! shhh i know it is the favorite spot but still! you might even see me running around from in there, haha...

You sigh, looking up at the imposing figure above you. The wind rustles his mustache, and he stalwartly gazes off into the middle difference. Maybe, he seems to think. Maybe he'll try it out. You can tell he must be getting tired though, time to get back to work. You lightly grasp his shirt hem, and Bec returns all three of you to the study. This time his perch does seem to be near the window, overlooking the grape vines and the little bench you built for Rose, just offset from the pane to spare himself the excess light and the ominous silhouette in the window. You pull a little box from your sylladex, a gift for your beloved Grandpa. You can tell he's too lost in thought to pluck at all the lavish ribbons and paper you've wrapped it in, so you unbox it for him. Within he finds a few Artifacts - the skull of a monster that you put onto his mantlepiece immediately; a bottle of his theoretically favourite Cognac, which you put on a shelf next to a few similar bottles of brown alcohol. Clink. And last but not least, a loud Hawaiian shirt with a computer woven into the threads. It's bright, it's garish, it's absolutely nobody's style. You set this neatly folded on his desk, where he can deal with it at his leisure.

okay grandpa, i know you gotta work... thank you for coming out with me today! it was nice to spend time with you... ill come visit again soon, okay? i love you soooooo much grandpa!! happy fathers and grandfathers day!!

You hesitate, then scurry over and hug the old man, clinging tight to his sturdy frame. A single tear runs down your cheek and musses his khaki attire, but it's only a small watermark. You gaze up at the lofty gentleman, ears angled backwards for a moment, wishing he'd return your affection now and then. But it's alright. It's tough for old men full of machismo to show their love. You know he cares from the wistful look in his eyes. You hold onto his hand for a moment, squeezing gently, then depart. As you go, you hear the soft chime of a wardrobifier, perhaps triggered by the teardrop. You look back, and he's wearing the shirt you got him. With a soft smile you slip from his study and close the door behind you, murmuring one more time -

happy fathers day, to a wonderful grampa...