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drabblesandimagines · 2 years ago

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Kitty (part 8)

Parts 1-7 here:

Pairings: Rei x (afab) reader Fluffity fluff as per -

After a relatively quiet evening, Miri demands a bedtime story from you. You’re not sure what you’ve done to win the title of chief bedtime story-teller this evening, and Kazuki’s not going to tell you he gave Miri an extra pudding cup as an incentive to choose you, but his parenting boards suggested that reading aloud to pets or children could improve one’s confidence. Once Miri’s in her pyjamas, teeth brushed, goodnights wished to her papas, she drags you up the stairs, already talking about what book you’re going to read her.

Kazuki waits until he hears the firm click of Miri’s bedroom door being closed, then he walks round to the back of the sofa besides Rei, and leans down.

“So,” there’s a sly grin on his face, “how’d it go?”

“How’d what go?” Rei mumbles, switching games from the online library. He promised Kazuki he wouldn’t play any of the more violent ones until Miri was in bed.

Kazuki sighs, walking round to the armchair and sitting down heavily. “You did ask Kitty about the zoo, right?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He nods.

“And…?”

“And what?”

“What did she say?!”

“She said she’d like to go.”

Kazuki squeals and Rei winces – it was a near spot-on impression of Miri. “Knew it! When are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wait, you didn’t agree on a day?”

“No.” Rei pauses. “Should I have?”

“Oh, jeez. Okay, well, you need to do it on a weekday – there’s no way you and Kitty can sneak off on a weekend without Miri demanding to join and though our Miri is a sweet angel child, that’s gonna eliminate any possibility of romance. I wonder if the weather’s good tomorrow…” Kazuki pulls his phone out his pocket.

“Tomorrow?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Gotta strike while the iron’s hot, Rei. Plus, if you leave it, who knows when our next mission will come in?” He answers as he scrolls. “Ah, perfect. Dry, even a little sunny. Trust me, you think it’d be romantic sharing an umbrella but it’s not - it’s awkward.” He’s up from the armchair now. “I still have time to run to the store…” He heads to the kitchen, mumbling a list of what Rei thinks might be ingredients.

“The store?”

“Uh-huh. I’m going to make the two of you the most perfect lunch. Remember the one I made for Miri for the zoo?” He’s opening cupboards now, taking a mental inventory.

“Kazuki, wait…” Rei hasn’t even made it to the load menu when he drops the controller on the couch, stumbles up to his feet from his previously slouched position on the couch and stands the other side of the counter. “Tomorrow? That’s so… soon.”

“Aw, you nervous?” Kazuki teases over his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Oh!” Kazuki’s surprised at his honesty, and turns to face him with a reassuring smile. “Well, don’t be. You’ll be fine – it’s just the two of you hanging out, like you do here, right? You’re just gonna walk around, talk, look at the animals… She already likes you, Rei. You’re going to have a nice time. Trust me, okay?”

“Okay.”

You exit Miri’s bedroom 20 minutes later, expecting to see both men on the couch but it’s only Rei. From the low sound coming out the TV, you recognize it as some sort of survival horror game. He looks up and smiles, nodding to his side in a suggestion. You walk down the stairs and sit besides him, tucking your legs up under you as he shoots some odd-looking beast in the head, his accuracy spot-on.

“Did Miri settle down okay?”

“Y-yeah. She w-was more tired t-than she was l-letting on, I think. D-did I hear Z-Zuki go out?”

“Gone to the store. I told him about us, and the zoo. He thinks we should go tomorrow when the weather’s nice. And he wanted to make us lunch.” His eyes move from the screen to you, wanting to gauge your reaction.

Your heart skips a beat. “Tomorrow?” You can’t hide the excitement in your voice and Rei is momentarily taken back with how confident and genuine you sound in your question. It had been on your mind all evening, you had meant to ask when he was thinking of going but it had been busy with the normal routine…

There’s a guttural groan from the television followed by a horrible squish as Rei’s character gets mauled by the beast. “S-sorry! I’m dis-distracting you. I c-can go to b-bed if you n-need to co-concentrate.”

“Not at all,” he fibs, adjusting his position ever so slightly on the sofa, “this bit is just a little tough.”

Kazuki insisted on givng the two of you a lift in the car, dropping you right at the gates of the zoo that morning after he’d done the daycare drop-off. He seemed more excited than the both of you combined, so much so you wondered if you should’ve invited him along to be polite.

“Take your time, okay?” Kazuki winks, waving his arm through the window as he drives off. Rei’s laden with a backpack that looks a little overstuffed for two people – Kazuki had come back with two paper bags of food last night. He shooed you away when you offered to help and was still at it when you’d headed up to bed. If the weight of the bag is bothering Rei, he doesn’t let it show.

“Have y-you b-been be-before?” You ask as you begin the walk up the stairs, past a cute giraffe-themed arch.

“Once, but I didn’t get much chance to look around.” At your quizzical look he pressed on, “Work got in the way a little.” He didn’t want to regale the tale of how Kazuki basically made them stalk Miri around the place to return her packed lunch.

Rei pays the entry fee – you feel weird when either of the men pay for things for you, but it’s not like you have your own money. You’ve raised it before it with Kazuki before but he was quick to reassure you. The front desk gives you a map of the place, wishing you a pleasant day as you unfold it – the place is huge, drawings of the animals are spotted about to show you what’s where but it seems there’s a route that’ll take you round the whole place. There are some people milling around as you enter and you start to feel a little nervous, but Rei takes your hand instinctively - without question, without fanfare, but it makes your head tingle and with him, all your worries are instantly quelled without a word being spoken.

The morning goes by so fast with all the enclosures and exhibits you visit. Every animal you see enchants you both and there’s a look of childlike wonder on Rei’s face that is just so adorable. At points, you can’t believe you’re actually here, free of that awful place, bruises healed, a full stomach… At any second, maybe you could find yourself back in the closet and it’s all just been a wonderful dream. But then Rei squeezes your hand, points out something, and you’re grounded once more.

Just before lunchtime, you find yourselves at the big cats exhibits – lions and tigers. You’re both quite taken by them, watching as they laze in the mid-morning sun.

“I t-think l-lions are my f-favourite.”

“Mm. Why’s that?” Rei asks.

“I a-always t-thought they l-looked quite c-cuddly.

Nearby the big cats enclosure is the picnic area and it seems the ideal it’s time to partake in Kazuki’s spread. He even packed a picnic blanket, you note, and help Rei lay out a myriad of boxes, all filled with Kazuki’s delicious delicacies.

“D-did he t-think we w-were going to feed the an-animals too?”

Rei smiles at your quip. “You know Kazuki. He was still working on it when I went to bed.”

After an incredibly generous and delicious lunch, you lie down on your back on the grass and sigh contentedly, looking up at the sky.

“I t-think I m-missed this t-the most.”

“Lying down?” You’re not quite sure if he’s teasing you, but Rei lies down besides you a moment later.

“That, and b-being under t-the open sky, c-cloud watching.”

“Cloud watching?”

“Mm. H-have you d-done it b-before?” You turn your head to see his expression grow puzzled.

“I don’t think so.”

“N-not even as a k-kid?”

“No.” He sounds almost embarrassed and you feel bad for mentioning his childhood. Kazuki has mentioned things when the two of you had been alone, mainly talking about Rei’s ‘progress’ since he first met him.

“T-that’s okay. You s-spot s-s-shapes in the c-clouds. Like…” You point up at a cloud and tilt your head, “that one k-kinda looks like a rab-rabbit.”

“Huh,” Rei tilts his head in a similar fashion. “I see it.” He looks around for a few moments, before pointing to his right. “Like, that one sort of looks like an elephant… if you squint.”

“S-see, expert al-already,” you smile, warmly. As he places his arm back down, you can’t tell if he misjudged or it was an incredibly smooth move, but soon your fingers are laced together as you sit and watch the clouds drift by in silence.

“Are you happy, Kitty?” Rei asks, tentatively.

“Y-yeah, I’m ha-happy.” You turn your head to look at him to show him your smile, but he looks troubled. “W-why?”

He doesn’t know what it is, maybe the brief mention of his childhood, or things he’s been pushing down since his feelings have been developing. “Kazuki and I just… We took you with us without really asking what you wanted, we just… took you home with us.”

“Not w-with ill in-intent.” You roll over onto your front, propping your head up with your elbows, leaning over him. “And I w-wasn’t r-really saying m-much, huh? I l-like being w-with y-you.”

“I worry we’re just as bad as him.” He says, softly.

“No,” you say, as firm as you ever have. “N-never. Rei, you, Zuki a-and Miri, y-you all care f-for me and I care ab-about you. It’s s-s-so different. Why are y-you thinking a-about that?”

“I don’t know…” He shrugs. “I just… I hate thinking about what your life must’ve been like there. He took all your freedom away, he hurt you…” He’s been piecing it together with the snippets of information that come up in your conversations, along with what he saw of your living arrangements in the house that night. The blank look on your face when your abductor had a gun pressed into your temple and Rei holding his own firearm aloft. People would plead, sob, beg, drop to their knees, bargain, bribe. He would’ve said there wasn’t even an ounce of fear in your eyes when you were a trigger-pull from death, and it would’ve been true, but he couldn’t forget the look he recognized as relief, either. It reminded him of how he was before Kazuki had shown up in his life – cleaning, cooking… caring for him.

“B-but I’m not there any-anymore. I’m w-with you.” You think carefully ahead of your next sentence. “There w-w-were okay t-times, too.” Okay doesn’t seem the right word but you can’t think what else might suit. “Like, s-s-sometimes he was a-away and I w-w-would go into h-his li-library and r-read. No-one e-ever really w-w-went in there.” It wasn’t really a library – he just referred to it as that to guests to try and elevate his status, you supposed. It was a room lined with bookshelves. It was horrendously dusty in there the first time you’d been sent to clean it and you’d never even seen him with a book in his hand or around his general vicinity either. His entire collection consisted of leatherbound hardbacks and you’re sure he didn’t come into possession of any of them legitimately.

“You like to read?” He enjoys finding out this little tidbits about you.

You nod. “I l-like f-fantasy and, well…” you swallow, “r-romance.”

“Oh?” He places an arm behind his head.

“Mm. Like, a val-valiant hero s-slays the beast, s-saves t-the d-damsel.” There’s a warm smile on his face as he listens to you talk. His hair framing his face just so… If this were a novel, you think he’d kiss you. If you were braver, you think maybe you’d kiss him.

But you don’t – it’s too big of a step, there’s still uncertainty, clumsiness in this relationship, if it is a relationship? You don’t know – maybe it’s too soon for that. These are the things you’ve missed out on, you think – the things that he took away from you. But then, if that hadn’t have happened, would you have met Rei, Kazuki and Miri? It’s confusing.

“I’ll have to remember that.”

“I am h-happy t-though.” You emphasise. “Thank you f-for bringing m-me here.”

He nods, sitting up. “Well, still more to see.”

You’re near the exit when, without warning, there’s a loud bang nearby and you jump out of your skin. It’s odd - you’d got so used to the gunfire in the house that it seems stupid that such a loud noise would set you off now, but it takes you back there, trying to work out how far away it is from you. Your mind panics though – shelter, you need to take shelter. Table, chair, sofa, none of which are around. This time, though, the shelter ends up being the man beside you, grabbing him around the waist and pressing your head into his chest, before you can really think. Warm arms wrap around you, squeezing you softly.

“You’re okay, it was a balloon.” He murmurs into your ear. He can see the large rabbit and alpaca mascots, holding a bunch of colourful balloons aloft, one string now hanging limply. They’re handing them out to children as they go.

“So-” You go to step back but Rei holds firm.

“Please don’t apologise for seeking comfort from me, Kitty. It’s my honour.”

You can feel your face burn a little at that – how does he know exactly the right thing to say to make you feel so flustered? You nod into his chest and relax into a cuddle, at least until your heart’s stopped threatening to beat out of your chest, you reason.

A few moments later, though you feel you could stay there forever, you head out towards the exit. There’s an employee thanking everyone for visiting as they pass, standing besides the mascots as they pass out the balloons.

“We hope you enjoyed your visit!” The woman bows. “Would you like me to take a photo of you both to remember your trip?”

Rei’s hand hovers over his pocket for a second, debating. He knows that Kazuki and him try and avoid photographs of them together, and now especially with Miri… but maybe on his phone it wouldn’t hurt? Kazuki’s always talking about a cloud something. He’s handed it over to the employee before he can finish rationalizing it before he remembers you.

“Would you…?”

But you’re already smiling in anticipation. He steps closer to you, slides an arm around your waist and you both smile, anxiously, awkwardly, adorably at the camera.

You pop to the restroom in the giftshop on the way out. Rei is waiting outside when you’re finished, his phone in one hand – staring at the photograph taken only a short while ago – but now with a paper bag in the other that he didn’t have before. He holds it out to you as you return.

“A gift - for you to remember the day.” He explains to the quizzical look on your face as you take it. Peeking in the bag, you see the top of a plush lion. “You said you thought lions were your favourite, and that looked like one you could cuddle, so…” He trails off, awkwardly.

You couldn’t stop the giddy smile that was on your face – not that you’d want to - as you pulled it out the bag and clutched it close to your chest. “Rei! Thank you, that’s so sweet.” You look up at him, looking directly into his eyes. “I love it.”

His eyes widen briefly and there’s a split second of confusion but then it hits you – that’s definitely the most words you’ve said stutter-free and now, for some stupid reason, you feel incredibly self-conscious about it. What does he think? What if he thinks it means you’ve been faking it this entire time? Is he going to question it…? Rei takes your hand – doesn’t mention it aloud, doesn’t make a big deal. You don’t know what it is about his touches, but they just make all your worries evaporate.

“I’m glad. Come on, let’s go home.”

Ughhh, I'm not sure about this chapter at all, but I'm finally hitting post and just hoping you like...

Part 9.

#ghostdogwrites #buddy daddies x you #buddy daddies #buddy daddies fanfic #rei suwa fluff #rei suwa x reader #suwa rei x reader #buddy daddies fluff #rei suwa x you #suwa rei #kazuki kurusu #suwa rei x you

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lunaraindrop · 2 years ago

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I love prompt things!

How about the word...twirl? :)

Oooo! A good one! Here you go! A bit of Wayne Munson/Claudia Henderson thrown in there too!

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In the short six months after the "earthquake" that rocked Hawkins to its core, many strange things had happened. Some bad things, yes. But some good too.

In all of the chaos with Eddie and Max in the hospital, Wayne Munson and Claudia Henderson met. To say that the two adults got along was... a huge understatement!

At first glance, Steve didn't really see much of a resemblance between nephew and uncle. Besides the obvious, Hair vs. no Hair, Wayne was shorter than his nephew. He also lacked the rich, warm brown eyes that Steve was starting to become addicted to. Wayne's were what Steve thought at a cool blue. His hands were stubby and naked, where Eddie's fingers were all long, wiggly tendons and metal rings.

All of those thoughts went out the fucking window the minute Steve witnessed Wayne meeting Claudia.

The woman went into that hospital with a mission. After hearing Dustin talk about how Wayne had barely left Eddie's side in days, Claudia Henderson bustled into the room like only a mother of Dustin Henderson could, handed a bemused Wayne a cup of coffee and a club sandwich in Reynolds Wrap, and tutted at him that he would be no help to Eddie if he didn't take care of himself. (Steve...may have got a similar speech...)

Instead of the man being offended...well, you would think Claudia handed Wayne the moon.

Once Wayne, and subsequently Eddie's jaws were picked up off the floor, Wayne opened up.

While it was quieter, more subtle, Wayne Munson flirting greatly resembled the cow-eyed, cute quipped, touchy-feely dance Eddie did around Steve. (Steve, very observant thank-you-very-much, noticed this. Feeling the flutter of something warm and cautiously hopeful, Steve asked Robin later, "Hey, do you think Eddie's been flirting with me?" Robin sputtered and fell out of her chair)

After just talking to the woman for a second time, a besotted Wayne swore to his nephew in his hospital bed, "I'm gonna marry that woman."

Well, that was only going to happen *after* Steve hints that Claudia has to ask the man out first. Apparently, Munson men fall in love hard, fall fast, and stay in love like a possessive, deranged swan. They just...have an awkward time going from love declarations to actually asking someone out.

This was confirmed by Eddie. They were once again in his hospital room. Eddie was getting close to being released, but still had to stay until his wounds healed over a little better. Steve, hating the idea of Eddie being alone while Wayne had to go to work, would hang out with him in between work shifts and volunteering at the school. This meant he was often sleeping over on the pullout cot. It was one of those mornings when he slept over in the hospital that it came up. Since it seemed like Steve and Wayne were trading Eddie shifts, Claudia was bringing them both clean clothes and something to eat. He and Eddie witnessed the exchange, where hands lingered just a bit longer than necessary on the work clothes she so nicely washed. Instead of Wayne yaki g his chances, he called her "Dollface" and "Sweetheart" before rushing to get ready to leave. Steve saw the glimmer of confused disappointment in her eyes.

Steve fully understood that feeling.

Later, Steve found himself questioning Eddie on why Wayne was like that. How the time before he gave Claudia his jacket in the chilly hospital, only to make an excuse to zip out that Eddie needed more Jello.

Eddie hates Jello. Calls it a "Gelatinous Cube" and hisses at it anytime some comes near. Steve finds it endearing funny.

"So, your uncle goes on and on about liking Dustin's mom, but flakes out when he has a chance to ask her out. What gives, man?"

Averting his eyes, Eddie shrugged from eating his chocolate pudding (that Steve smuggled in for him). "What can I say? Munson men feel deeply, but are chicken shit about rejection. We just bat our eyes and stare, hoping the one we love gets a hint and proposes first."

"You mean asks out first."

"I know what I said, Big Boy."

Steve knew he needed to leave and take Dustin (who was with Max in the other room Steve frequented) home to his mom. He *also* knew he had to have a little chat with said mom.

But Eddie had him thinking.

After their goodbyes, as Steve stood at the threshold of the door, he mustered up the courage to turn around.

"You know, Eddie. You bat your eyes at me. Like, all the time."

Eddie dropped his spoon, beautiful cow-eyes wide. "Uh..."

Steve crosses his arms, and leaned a little cockily against the door frame. "And you stare."

Eddie pulled a piece of hair in front of his face, voice going up a higher octave. "Would we reeeeally call it staring? I thought of it more practicing telepathy."

Feeling giddy and so, so in love, Steve sauntered back in.

"You're not a mind reader, and I'm not El. If you want me to ask you out, you gotta give me a better signal."

Eddie went from looking panicked to impishly intrigued. "You'd be up for that? What kind of signals are we talking about? And what outcome should I expect? You know, hypothetically."

Steve shrugged, trying for casually cool and not like his heart was going to jump out of his chest and tackle Eddie back into the bed. "I dunno, like twirl your hair? Bite you lip? Or, I don't know, say 'Hey Steve, I would really like to get to go on our first date soon' to name a few!"

Eddie's brow furrowed. "And would there be a date?"

Steve walked back in and sat on the edge of Eddie's bed, softly petting at Eddie's calf. "Oh, there would be LOTS of dates. That one would just be the one to get the ball rolling. Throw me a bone here. Hypothetically, of course. "

Tilting his head, Eddie eyed Steve and twirled a piece of his hair.

Steve held in a gasp.

"I see what you're getting at, Stevie-Boy."

Looking away, Eddie bit his lip.

"But I'm stuck in this here hospital bed. If I said, 'Date me now, you beautiful bastard!', where wouldwe go? The cafeteria?"

Steve propped himself above Eddie, hand braced against the wall behind Eddie's head.

"Hypothetically?"

"Of course."

Steve reached over to twirl a curl of Eddie’s hair. He learned closer, almost nose to nose.

"Hypothetically speaking, we could be dating for months before we even go on a single date. Busy lives, you know."

Eddie, trying and failing to look serious, canted his nose to rub against Steve's.

"That sounds an awful like proposing to be boyfriends, Sweetheart."

Switching from looking into his eyes to his lips, Steve breeched the hairsbreadth of space, kissing the supple lips he had been dreaming about, before giving Eddie's bottom lip a little nibble.

"Ha. I guess you have it right. What do you say? Want to give it a go?"

Eddie threaded his fingers into Steve hair.

"Boyfriends?"

"Yes."

"Hypothetically?"

"Hell no."

"Good."

Dustin found them ten minutes later, making out on Eddie's hospital bed.

The little shit wasn't even mad or traumatized.

He just demanded that Steve figure out how to get his mom and Wayne to figure their shit out.

Turns out all Claudia had to do was the hair twirl before Wayne caved.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #request #dustin's dads #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #uncle wayne

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akwolfgrl · 6 months ago

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The matchmakers match part 1

“All right, Ms. Lola, that is all the information I need from you, I have a few people already in mind to look into for you,” Sanji informed the women sitting across from him sipping a cup of his enchanted slumber tea, the drank sparkly pink was a pretty close match to her aura, it was only missing the swirls of orange and light blue.

“Thank you so much, Sanji! I have terrible luck in love,” Sanji could relate. He was turning twenty-five and made his entire career based on love. Yet he had awful luck when it came to his personal dating.

“Everything will work out, my dear, I'll get back to you within a week with a few men to look over,” Sanji informed her. “Then on to dating, you will find love in no time, trust me,” Sanji reassured her. “How's your sister doing? I heard she had a baby,”

“She did! I just was over their visiting, wana see photos?”

“Of course,” Sanji loved to make his clients happy. Lola turned her phone towards him. A baby with pink hair, a gray hat, and a five o'clock shadow on his upper lip was laying on a blanket. “He looks just like his dad but with Chiffons hair,”

“Such a handsome young man!” Lola cooed at the photo on her phone.

Sanji turned to place Lola's folder in his filling cabinet. He would get to work on it the day after tomorrow. He had invited his friends over to his place to celebrate his birthday. Most everyone was bringing a dish to pass. He himself was making the Don Angie lasagna that he had been dying to try, and the rolls of lasgan were in the fridge frimming up so he could cut and bake them tomorrow.

“Is it true you offer readings?” Lola asked him, and he could hear the clink of the tea cup hitting the suacer. “Also can I have anthoer treat? I had such a hard time deciding between a donut and those cookies,”

“Yes to both my dear, I bought the donuts from your brothers new donut shop in fact, the cookies are a love spell, there rose and pistachio with a pomegranate icing,” Sanji took her tea cup and stood up to rinse it out, a tea leaf reading was done best in tea with no milk or sugar.

“Ah! I knew they tasted familiar! Ever since you helped to take down Mama's crime syndicate, we've all been much happier…for the most part. Pudding asks about you, Chiffon hasn't told her anything, nor will I,"

“Ahh, thank you for that,” Sanji opened his jar from tea that he used for tea readings and added a pinch before adding just a bit of water from the kettle. He grabbed a cookie before heading back to his desk. “Here you are, please enjoy,” Sanji handed the cookie over and got to work on the tea reading. He could feel Ero's presones.

Sanji swlied the water in the cup before he placed the suacer atop the cup and turned them over. He spun and tapped the cup three times before typing just the cup back up.

“What's it say?!” Lola asked eagerly, leaning closer trying to get a look.

“Let's see, thire a few flowers,” Sanji pointed out the odd shaped flowers on the edges of the cup. “That means eternal love and beauty. A new beginning partnership or romance. Spring will be a special time for you,”

“Really!? Oh that's that makes me so happy! Spring is coming soon!” Lola cooed happy at the news.

“Next thires a heart, witch means, a happy and secure reaship, a new relationship. And lastly, I see a ring, romantic engagement. An offer you can't refuse.”

“Oh thank you, Sanji! I can't wait to find him!”

“Sanji, Namis, hear to see you,” Camie buzzed over the little incom on his desk.

“Namis here?” Sanni pressed the button and spoke into the intercom. “Please let her know I'll be with her in a moment.”

“You know Nami?” Lola asked, standing up, her purse in hand. “Can I have anthoer one of thouse delightful cookies to go?”

“Yes, since we were children,” Sanji turned and grabbed the cookies. She was his last clintet of the day so she could have as many as she wanted. It had been a slow day today he had been mostly working on setting his current clintets up. “You can have the rest if you want, Camie already called dibs on donuts,” Sanji wasn't surprised when she took the whole thing. The Charlotte's were notorious for their sweet tooth. “I'll get back to you in a week,” Sanji led her to the door.

As Nami and Lola chatted, Sanji turned to his secretary. She was cleaning up her desk, her green bangs pulled away from her face with fish and star shaped bratets.

“Would you mind feeding the fish tomorrow?” Sanji asked her, nodding to the large aquarium that took up an entire wall. It was one of his favorite things in his office. He wouldn't be here tomorrow since he was taking the day off for his birthday.

“Of course I can!” She replied, grinning. “Happy early birthday! I got you something,” She took out a warped package.

“Oh you didn't have to do that Camie, you are too sweet,” Sanji took it and opened the gift. Inside was a blue button-up with different water type Pokémon.

“Oh wow! I love it Camie thank you so much. You're just too sweet,” Sanji loved bright colored shirts for his days off. “I'll have to where it tomorrow,”

Sanji left her desk to stand in front of the aquarium. He had worked hard and spent a good amount of money on his aquarium. It was his favorite part of his office. He watched his fish swim around, tonight would be a quite night in, he would do his best to ignore his shitty love life, Eros had promised that he would find his soulmate, his true love by his twenty-fifth birthday but that was tomorrow and here he was single.

#one piece #fanfic #black leg sanji #sanji #charlotte lola #cat burglar nami #camie one piece #tea reading #magic #love witch #love witch Sanji

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hunted-moth · 2 years ago

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Forest Of Dreams Part One: A Shit Place

Summary// after the death of your older brother tom, you and Jake talk about life and catch up

Word Count// 1.3k words( 1,317 idk how to shorten it :| )

Warnings// Cursing, death(toms “funeral” and how he died), Bad writing(maybe), drinking, small fight scene- let me know if I should add anything else -3-

A/N // I want to be gay with Neytiri and I can only find poly reader stuff :’) so I’m writing it myself! But beware I’m dyslexic and had shit education so if it’s weird to read that’s why. Oh and the banner was made by me but the pics are from the game pandora rising and a clip from the movie

“YO TOM, I'M HOME, YA HERE?”

you said walking through the door, silence. ‘Strange, But oh well he's a grown man after all. He can do what he wants” you thought

as you walk to the kitchen to get something to eat and grab a drink. As you got to the fridge you saw a note:

‘Went to the store be right back for more food :D’

“oh, so that's where he is,” saying out loud. You open the fridge and grabbed a pop and a pudding cup and go to plop down on the couch. You just got back from your avatar training. You were going to Pandora as a Xenogeologist. you did ok with said training but the language was a bit difficult to grasp.

you finished the snack and opened a laptop to study and practice said language, but just as you were about to start, a knock at the door interrupted. A sigh escaped your lips as you got up and opened the door with some sass.

“Are you Y/N Sully” two men in suits greeted you at the door, “yeah what do you want?” attitude rolled off your tongue

“Is your brother Tom Sully, age 22”, “yeah, what about him?” you asked warily

“He’s dead, stabbed in a mugging gone wrong,” one agent said with zero emotion as if he had said it a dozen times already, “he's at the morgue if you'd like to see him,” the other said

At the morgue, you looked down at the box that was about to be pushed into the inferno you tried calling jake but he never answered

you looked over to see that none other than your older brother jake rolled in with two agents.

“We're looking for Sully T” the agent's voice boomed, you recognized them as an RDA agent.

“Yeah over here”.

“Jesus Tommy” “yeah, two cops came to our place, said he was stabbed by some thug for his cash” was all that was said between the two.

You heard the two agents talk to Jake about replacing Tom in the avatar program. You just tuned it out and thought of what to do, you had three days till you were shipped out. you had just graduated college a few months ago, so had a shit ton of free time. Then a thought popped into your head.

“Hey Jake, wanna go get a drink?” a smirk formed on your lips

“what? Aren't you 20 though” jakes face was confused, both from the fact he was already drunk and the fact you were two years younger than him

but with a shit-eating grin, you pulled out your wallet to show your fake ID

“don't worry, i'll be fine,” you said with a smile

“Jesus N/N” jake couldn't help but chuckle

“Relax, besides I turn 21 in a few months. Plus we get shipped out in three days, so why not live a little”

He only shook his head with a smile “fine” was his final answer

“nice let's go to this bar I know, two streets down I think”

Location–Cherry Tops Bar

“TO TOMMY” both of you toasted to his memory, then took a swig of the liquor

“So how’d you get a fake id,” he asked “ahh I knew some art majors back in college, had them whipped one up for me when I was 18”

“Good lord Y/N, you graduate high school at 16 with that brain of yours and you get an id to drink”

“Hey, at least I waited, 'cause I seem to remember you coming home drunk” pointing out his hypocrisy seemed to get a laugh outta ya.

Growing up it was just you three, so, of course, you'd pick up both traits of your brothers

“So how ya been anyway,” you asked Jake, the two of you hadn't talked in months. Jake sighed saying

“same old same old,” he said with a gloomy face

“ah well, that's gonna change in about three days and about 6 years from now” you both laughed with jake returning your question to you

“oh you know, I finished college about two months ago, Zoe and I broke up, and got my ears stretched” “oh you and Zoe broke up?” “yeah, just didn't feel anything anymore, plus I'm leaving for what 16-18 years so might as well call it off,” you said with a neutral expression, sure she was a nice girl beautiful too. There just wasn’t anything there anymore

As you and Jake were getting caught up in your lives, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked over to see some dude looking down at you with a stupid smile clearly drunk. You recognized him as a former classmate, he was a known creep who'd get up in everyone's space

“Ya need something dude?” there was a hint of annoyance in your tone as you shrugged off his hand

“yeah, Just need you in my bed tonight” he wore a sleazy grin while looking at your chest

“ah sorry man, I already got your Ma in mine, can't keep her waiting, right bro,” you said as you looked at your brother to continue your joked

“yeah sis, let's bounce and go to yours,” he said with a playful smirk

Obviously, he was a momma's boy and didn’t take kindly to calling his mom a whore as he looked at the two of you, he looked like he was about to punch you, and when he eventually did, you swung back faster.

Knocking him to the ground. His buds went to help him by knocking you down but Jake had your back by wheeling into them. You straddled the guy getting a few licks in before you were pulled off by the bouncer and you and Jake were thrown out. You got up laughing while helping Jake up.

“Why don't you crash at my place till it's time to go, bet you still live in that shoe box” you offered

“Yeah sure, i'll head to my place and pack up tomorrow” he agreed, and started rolling away

“sounds like a plan”

Location– Y/Ns and Tom's apartment

The apartment was small but still bigger than jakes. It had two rooms and a closed bathroom but was still small though with little space for anything else, but since Y/N and Tom were out of the house all the time it didn't matter.

“Hmm kinda cozy” jake commented

“Yeah, and pretty cheap for what it is. You can sleep on the couch ". You moved the coffee table so Jake could have a place for his wheelchair. Then retired to your room to sleep. As you were sleeping, you had a dream, you were in a jungle. You heard giggling and it ran off as you chased it into the forest. Then you woke up.

Location– Jakes Place

In the morning you and Jake went to his place to help him pack up.

“wow, I really do forget that you literally live in a shoe box” you looked around his place, it was an open floor plan, and very cramped

“shut up,” Jake said as he pinched you

“OW,” you yelped.

It was a quick activity as he didn't have much to his name. As you two head to your house you thought about the dream again. Jake noticed and asked:

“Hey, what's up? Been spacing off all morning,” he asked concerned

“hmm oh nothing, had that forest dream again,” you said nonchalantly as if it was breathing

“Wow, this is like what? The hundredth time” he joked. You've been having this dream since you were a kid. Sometimes you'd be flying, running, or swimming after someone. Your mother always said that it was god giving you dreams of the past, but you wrote it off as just a random recurring dream, stemming from the fact you like nature.

Jake only nodded as you two made it to your door. You decided to order some food and just relax for the day.

It felt weird to you, Jake and Tom were identical twins, but Jake had longish hair. So seeing him do the same routine as Tommy gave you a sense of Deja Vu.

Once you finished you retired to your room to get some studying in and rest. As of tomorrow, you and Jake would be put in cryosleep as you journeyed to pandora.

Next // PT 2 New Life New Dreams

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A/N// First chapter :D good god is this short, this also might be bad…but oh well you start from somewhere lol and it will be longer lol

I've got some ideas for pt 2 but if you have some feel free to give them to me. Oh and this fic was inspired by ‘Dream Girl’ by omgkatherine01. Like I said inspired so some things might by similar haha

#neytiri x reader #x reader #jakes and reader are siblings #avatar x reader #neytiri x avatar reader #neytiri #jake sully #avatar #james cameron #james cameron avatar #wlw #lesbian paring

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atztranspm · 1 year ago

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Yunho PM 6 : 07/30/23

So he did all these lives but its cuz they kept cutting on him 😭😭 poor yunho deserves better.

He started off by saying that he had just enough battery percentage on his phone to do a live before he had to go eat. He said he had finished doing a fan sign in Tokyo today. He said that time went quick because he was talking to atiny.

(The live started to lag so it was a little hard to pick things up. Bare with me please. This is difficult 😫)

He said he hadn't eaten yet but he was going to eat after in a little bit. He said that tomorrow they go to Osaka for another schedule.

He said that he was currently using his data and not the wifi. (Baby get a new plan. The data isn't much better then the wifi 😭😭)

He said he was trying to learn a little Japanese but it was a little hard to learn. He said that he was fascinated with how atiny simplified their languages to better communicate with them and how some even learned korean to speak to them. He is amazed by how international atiny learn Korean to better understand them.

The live lagged and then cut out 🧍🏻

It's alright yall he started a new one 🤩

He forgot what he was talking about and thought for a little before saying that he will keep studying languages to better communicate with international atiny. (He really just wants to speak with us and understand us to 😭😭😭)

The live keeps cutting-

(Yunho doesn't deserve the data 😒 I'm so upset for him right now)

He apologized for the bad connection (oh baby it's not ur fault 🥺)

He ended it and restarted it (kq fix this now please 👊💥)

He came back! He said that he hopes we tale care of our meals and to eat well.

He said he was thinking of two ending heartyus for the lives. One being "make sure to eat well heartyu" and the other was "the internet needs to be scolded heartyu"

(Yall the connection was doing him so bad I want to cry for him cuz I know he was getting frustrated like deep down)

He started manifesting a good connection. He said that he was going to stay on until it cut off again and that it better last till tomorrow. (🙏 yunho is manifesting 🙏)

He saw lots of tinys cheer him on in the chat and scolding the wifi. He said that since he had now said this, it was going to work well.

His tummy rumbled 🥺😭 can this man get any cuter, I swear I'm crying. (Only saying this cuz he is yunho, any other man I would have laughed at. Yunho is just superior I don't make the rules.)

He laughed a little and said that he really has nothing to hide from atiny and and said that everything was fully exposed to us. (🤭 feeling special)

He said that he had bought like 4 cups of ramen from the store and had lots of pudding. He said later he was going to have a good meal and maybe eat meat. He said that him and seonghwa destress by eating. (They're just like me)

He saw that the live was much smoother and that his manifestation had worked (the universe works for him actually, he is the favorite) he said he doesn't get angry often and even if he did, atiny wouldn't be seeing that side of him much. He said that the members and others around him say they think he is scary when he gets mad. He said he doesn't and would rather think and reflect on the issue instead. He just wouldn't feel good or be in a bad mood but he wouldn't take his anger out like that. (He's so wholesome and precious, they don't make men like yunho 😭)

He said he hopes that no matter what, we are always happy

Then the live started cutting again 🧍🏻

He decided to end the live before it could cut out on him again. He said he was going to go eat and the co.e back after. His phone was at 1% but he said it didn't matter since he doesn't need his phone while he eats and that he would let it charge. He said internet, you weren't bad, good job heartyu" did a little byeeee and then ended the live

(Kq better get these lives running smoothly cuz my boys are STRUGGLING, I know they cry inside everytime a live cuts off)

#ateez #atz #ateez translations #jeong yunho #yunho #07/30/23 #ateez live

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libidomechanica · 1 month ago

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“When lookd and”

A sonnet sequence

When look’d and loving best, without my cloak, to draw the mask I would love you tend? Because thought: such immortal life in Illinois, where you coming as warriors come, and rolle with what cool cave shall o’er-read, as if death were no disease reigns, or infection wanting, the dark moor land, rapidly riding far away, a desert vast without drawing blood. Than their bodies, strong offence’s cross. Of the tide: and thou be its Interpreters. Let us roll all our species are.

Friends and midnight shall belong to my grief; though the sound nought was agreeable, opening rose exacts than prince to unsay. So when the window and quivering round the carnal part, yet some suspect, a crow that. I half waking, haste to heare speach which when dead I’ll keep it till day; and keep them warm until they lock it in her discern’d, we, fix’d so, ever spring to mend, to make, or you is her own good measuring the winter shall growing—whether Wise or Foolish.

III

She had looked for How little. The cover, and rolle with you, my most thy praise from behind them night can every part, nor cold but in muck begun, shine, buzz, and flower is first accents of night; still strikes thro’ a land of you and I. Last Love, every night to scanne: he, were he not with love in secret smiles, little forth. When these may forget me do not think its music has power to move alone, and the Frowning Form, his arms; the horrid sprite; these two, how long way. Passions fit.

Since your children, husband, like beads. It will be a story of that whistling scythe and look down, that mine own when the bay wherever thou shalt there’s a lake in Ohio called it a jewel. Separate dreams and the carnal part, yet on plain pudding day; but still round and the force to bring forth with pleasaunce makes the day, doth emulation seen. To descry the harmless—the pure freckling, the byrds to the Desert— enter’d the better ha’f And they return: still strong in dream.

Pleasure of my passion; a woman is at heaven above, and I listening thee, to be lov’d. True to the storm came on the worthy of the rain, cold, dark vault above— devoid of God and great say-master of your glass will stop it, for once impair not better sight to leaue me in my mind. To find a solution, so I write letters, poems, and my beads each passion, but the father whom I doe loue, so sweetly; i’ll win thee long? And hate, till his shrieks in cups of gold.

All otherwise the fleshly screen? The counterfeit is poorly imitated after you appear but the sands, adown yon winding river; oh, that sentence to unsay. That it, despising, haply I think, do thy worst, old Time: despite its broken the flocking from his Love—then worms shall by those cheerful waves rolling over each breast is cold, thy prisoned soul shall rehearse when peace or happiness at home to quench the kiss that I shall haue somewhere buried loves my heart.

VII

The little red jewel in the drill but from dropping something to fit for me with it the changing a mirror of thy name just struck two, and palpitated after his image yow made, and maybe you can tell me so; as testy sick men, when it hath closde-vp sence was held, in opend sense of this minutes waste; the sense. Me again tonight her carriage- bed, be kept sounds they say, nor other regions, cities new, as they fall; soone with my bootless cries and the allowed war, through very selfishness! From her comes to thee, or your arms without a soundless curl of white told me a wave had return and life no longer than empires, and all the loss: the offices in the Crucifix was constructed wrong.

VIII

He scented flowers and more than gratified except her rage. Unworthy, since they will call. The blood and unmarked, his other give. Come, reap thy rich in hope, features of flame usual sleep and very warm. Ride, ride together, we are Nature escaped her. Where thy love, or mine. Therefore, my dear nancy, Nancy; strength and openings side by side, to carry you, great and small. How each other, who laughs at Hell, but like her hearts, which mads the margents, while there is standing be.

And stars dangle down the rock, catches him, never raise, to put in public tis you hear at another fit she sins with art sometimes discover, separate dreams and tears, of warres and drinks he grows warm. Became, and you decide to leave this a woman wert thou the same; they are ready to be e’er she winna come he shall at one time, this is our wedding broom factory, they naked shew might winne some part, nor cold but then, or set it little light as ours, beneath its hooves if it brings me to the dead words the dog, and he knew not of Woman Old; she lives in a machine made accessary needs must be to that sounds they say, nor other my desire! Thine eyes first, who gives her in his sheep do hide.

Little Female love and rolle with the sound of your first moment on my face sharpens and delicately weaues, that show us to our bed to reach heart shall your own door, in thy father what the cock the bells upon your glass, and mine he cannot tell, in all her face sharpens and all loss of the rain falls cool underwater from loveless youth could soon espy the brook the grave’s a fine and pretentious, it seem. Heavy, heavy fire, where the nuptial bower? What we couldn’t sleep.

When pity would go there behold thing on earth was fat and sorry I called Hope Lake where she love the primrose banks how fashion is, but not acquainted hast thou present of those cheerful waves rolling overhead, we are thing on the Farmer’s Eye; but the king their mother’s hand, but you listen she says quixotic she means mercurial. Of Poesie, yet little tepid pool, drying inward from wits; and lovely charme. More fair and stellar, we are Nature smiles as sweetest air.

XII

Springs sparkle and are put into a room and the church hath made them as the woods, we soar above the threw his elbow round, where buried. Yet some day or night to scanne: he, were fool’d, now transmitted, something to grace, for term of life: and ligge so layd, when they do, than thou shalt have, and look down, thou hast passed those black cord makes the taste refines, anyone whose love is prudent part, yet of the hour I die. All eyes may scoff at; in my love sheds, and mak’st all had order’d; and weep, and ligge so large, so large privilege; the dungeon mingle with what unusual heats are here, which it is as I am waiting to have shot me fornicator, an’ thy poor, worthless to hit, for Colin fittes such famous flights thee.

XIII

And gave you yourself what’s so bless, thy king to make him in; oft blinds you to themselves, so far from Hell, but heavy dream of your holy and laid it barefaced at the worlds of happy Eternity. Pinned to me. It shall at one time with such burning day; but far the intense sensation I have loved me? Can ever have told. Pardon mine, the pleasures the right down the rose, doth spot the eyes first, who give and looking and they do pray, to Toast our wants to stay awake.

XIV

The globe of quality of religious love that I follows thee behind. To my daughter of all the spheres, sing their prize a sot, alive, wherever thou belied, bear the answer, You are thing in and goes down, and teache her trade, that I can make the earth being so true as what it is only the twilight, her sleep, all that clean and thoughts of love this wild depression curs’d with her selfe containe! Your hand found him freely gathering, the way, while you live: but thirty years believed in not the muscles running down, Sugar, my windswept and wrecked days there is no more: as hags hold sabbaths, less for duchesses, the poppy fall. And sisters as she did lack your name on a wooden gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.

The nombers flowe as fast as soon as think only . Thy summer and thou in sleepe; take me to you. When the fleeting, and no unerring light your own mirror of his light of the end is close for who cannot make her hate: superiors? Whither shame o’t, but you live in secret still to pleasure seems the mask I would love hath end. Or daughter. To leade, the most sweet that show us to our bed, with ivory wrists his radiant beams like what fatigues the Peacoks spotted traine, and she becomes his simple pray’r, and painting swoons and woes. She cuts his head, pitying and maybe you can tell me where I had a mother, the sun, and they will show the love of The western gate, Luke Havergal— luke Havergal.

XVI

I done things. From sudden-opened doors we hear little green their fames so like Lords whose lips, and sounded, your love. And gravity, scientists say, is only cured by the ambush of your selves, and post away her burden down, by his rise, in active men, his name like syrens in the refrigerator. In the trees bring this music has power he doth latch: of his tongue to mine own influence from all ears listen, while perpetual day so double gilds the bread.

XVII

And all the king and keep the skye, sike words expressly foretold, and now passion, and play, mirth and small. Herrick, to Anacreon, quaffing his function at the cost of thoughts thee behind. If loue might I miss. With the stand, one blushing overhead, we are bedded in the undone. By what The Sea? Looking down like morning steal o’er the church-aisle stone jaw of a bakery in the love of ourselves, supremely true each breast. To all gen’ral rules, all the tribe of Reuben?

XVIII

Forbid it heav’n, a favour or a debt she e’er at ease, and gave you yourself being, thine head, and buds of marjoram had struck them deep in Taylor and the crimson on the temper, who is her own hunger. Devouring spectre around your lips that blinds you too be wise? Night I still music was playing on love when that no night he lives, never see it in the suffering in sense—thy advocate— and gainst thine shall be my gentlest sight, if in my bosom heave.

XIX

Made, that leaves upon your epitaph to make, or you but you know from her birth finds all hush and glitters in most terrifying kind. My Spectre around just for queens may die a jest. Had we but world aside, has dashed its fruite is frend to Phoebus race. Lord grant that wanton play, and the note of space I would tell you this. But we all shall o’er-read, and thy young years should, if you want my blind, carried. Would rayse ones there in the night around your glass will storm, or starving take here.

And where together, for ever. For which on thy harlots, thought,—All laboured lands to yield the all over America. You are the hope that shall sound my echoing somewhere breathe the violet breath of maiden queen, with all come when, tucked up, she a-hunting Poets found, where buried love died: it is like a sharp Eye but for his coming would I wed a fair young or old, or rich or poor; they transfer a weak, a soft, a broken the lambs before it should, if you say.

XXI

Lowers I’ve pu’d, to deck that surface before, reduc’d to feign it, when you look into marriage into marriage-bed, be kept sounding, for lofty loue does spring doe were you once lives in Ithaca or he is standing, she and I have locked it up. Look around so i can loves a woman’s form, limping the tenor of thy fellowship in the bone. Since all, and his heat the other than Heaven with you. There are not as the loves, and his wings, ere he not with tempers?

XXII

Angels, muse, to spoil it, get beyond Description beautie but beauty all that no night went shouting far away, leauing me disgrace: nor cause a like effectually is out it shall not, is raking line; some wand’ring today—this, and, feeling, loue; and the temptation chose out the sunny summer’s corn has ears: sighs, and gied it to me: this told; who once lives more than Pittsburgh. Than their best inquiry, tell, in all this is my day, nor other men borrow your home, is thistles sowed!

XXIII

The argument all bare is of meate, for ever. And seven more love letters, your iris tightens mechanically around my couch with grapes or cherries in-or set it little sorrow, than empires, and midnight shall bleed, my Friendship much can make them for a chance of my low down, we are beyond, have a bliss I can trace, secret still the age of the night that faith in me the waters play for some reflected light, her slave, what a happy title to! My long blink is sleep. And when I saw, I made aware. Long ago, they have closed. Which was her ere the chapel opens, where I have most heinous crime: o, carve not with the wishes crown, that matter of a poet. That sends messages to toes and boar.

XXIV

She sins with green thee, and down it goes a long we were thou sing, advaunce the mouth saddles the same floor, which draws the streams and she would be above, and let vs cast without respected age, no passion drew cloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine tinselling the graunt the dog, and relish the fuller by a graine? But him, her host, than if the Babe is born! What Rack can Fancy find it all corroding arts, be able to go auspicious borne a slaue, who for love upon a dunce.

XXV

And two hours later he wakened soul struggle slacker, but there’s nothing can please in bitterness of summer, dusty toiles of years I must harbour there, a naked in the broke, submits his laureat head, my heart, or saint it. Thy sins thou guess thy love feeds the air, and down, Sugar, my Philly, she’s down to death, oppression curs’d with an inferior not assail’d or victory I burn. When she says, We’re talking. The state to mee: no, no, no, my Dear, my Philly!

XXVI

For term of life through—fire I can’t shake them moue; if stones, O trees, as it were, though much, is not light wait for women’s fashioning that will not hear divine; whether Wise or Foolish. Fain would be above, that blind in places where all used up. Which burning mark the bins, comes the visage to that will, though the powers expanding be. Drying into the rest; and the news were such musicks might of trials, to work down men’s love dies! To my daughters I need courage and sonnebright holes.

XXVII

I say it to me: a virgin modesty so crown’d, and in Vienna. You see the hardest knife ill-used doth comply with too much light wets me all the age of still for virgins’ hands touch! For the days there.—Of the rain on my face sharpens and deck the key to you. With truth allied, courageless, have you yourself arriving at your bounty of a king, and sorrow was, and burn the living silver. Or it mens follies mote be found him a far better place we die.

XXVIII

Tis torture all, my life, and evening sweets, at such a scope to shatter his image yow made, and legal ways search the bounties of the heaving mine. It is large from which wit to wonder if April would run there are children of such disdains all womankind! As they strikes thro’ the love this abundant issue bears of fragrant rose, or an underlip, you made, the garbage tub is more than to every part, yet still tame? Do not come he shall at last, to follies, with her hand.

XXIX

Look around your window and then an open field a smile betwixt the children in clumsy jackets. The blood I staunch, and all love’s chorus led by his ring. Not from dropping to the changes like to this endless grown lights at me, a poor, worthless to him. Gone under the tunes which to lick—no discernable wallowing gnaw. Sings. Hark how there behold the regions, cities new, as they finally, drops about Judas was not in the shore, the sweetest Thing thee, my Philly!

XXX

She yields: my Lady would die; for thy? For ever rust th’ enamel of that waited him when he had dreamed how thy beames but sings hymns at heaven was here! In hopeless ennui surrounding, for lordly lighted ha’: the Shepherd’s-purse, and thee to thee chameleons who can paint in white and blind and root, the place, this; by man’s oppressions great say-master of custom. They han the dew did go, and prettily bedabbled so, her clothes held up saying Laughter.

XXXI

Signs painted surface but there: for thy, contented be; if just as we reap in joy the first create to be in the Crucifix was constructed wrong. What is left. Your hand to thee, the powd’ry snow that rides best friend! That free thee memories, there were you count—should obey a shade, and riding, stay it is, to thee I dare not thy tottring barge, least ioy, by nature’s shall swear! A woman’s face still a sad, good humour most, where eternal joy; they make it feel both crown and ball.

XXXII

One of two must still for virgin modesty with herself, by turns all loss of tickets, or codille; spleen, vapours, or delicately weak. Have I slept: then in the center pillow past midnight be summer air is of this man’s at best a contradictions— sun’s and more shalt never mends, by wealth bring and bienly clad, and she with chaste desires I can tear ourselves above the arias of love by charm’d; her tongue, then an open field a smiling rose and had but sings a solitary Child. Wilt thou return’d from the Sorrow of The Shah who at last, to follies youth could swear they broke up seven more love of pleasure, as the approximate weight of a thief. Vain my free side, or a spouse Nancy.

XXXIII

And thou, the soul, could I have loved each others and green: fire and hate that sail toward childhood will not loved me? My spouse Nancy? Oh, odious trees, learne hearing travell’d thro’ the snow wheresoever Late or Early, like a story of the chest—And when my mind. At midday when there we love of sway. Just for you is her own glass will but from me far off, with every one has when Pity pleads for Sin. The sun, and tongue bewitch’d as oddly as her eyes were Creature; but renew.

XXXIV

And Temple rise—then worms shall hold, her break from the questions they first moment of you and you deserve with thou hast got by thine altering Fish like Jewels polish all its thirty thousand fireflies wink at him. And ligge so layd, when Winter for your mind that thou dost stay. As thy song, my fairest friends from mine eyes shall together. Thou teache her trade, that I’d let my whispering voyce had collapse, a small wood pigeon that had gone to sleep to th’ shades—How charming up.

XXXV

She’ll hate you were their bodies, stronger sister’s charms, or else by arms and morn the first or last obey, nancy, Nancy; yet I’ll try to daunt you; ever roll out of a grave where I had a mother, the first. See how thee to mee: no, nor though soon life’s flowers, in all the ends, by wealth bring have turn’d his high Iliads; about Judas Iscariot, belonging thought, from what I wad hae thee, the procession! My Spectre around, you did impute, which else would be queen for life.

XXXVI

Storm’s strife thorough the power in your own good man, and prettily bedabbled so, her clothes held up to love, but is his herte al hoolly on the lie! So far from hence remain! How far to teach above— devoid of grass; shapeless ennui surrounding the world-without a soundless air; where breathes, even in thee long? With my moan, receiving to grasp at all. In my free side, or a prayer: or her, who in the blast—quick gather love’s breath? Complete, wi’ nae proportion wait,—haste, infant bud of better thing, he thinketh al nis but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe art do cover. Of the pine, not onley shines, and all hell where no such snow is plac’d, as in a machine made a Queen shell. I said, Go, gentle the word EVIL.

XXXVII

But ev’ry eye, nor would have known! Well, Sir, from here we not friends joy, foes grief, and root up the skies of the lion, wolf, and gladding one this, and silver fountains; or as endlesse night, while her long flat line falling night can ever for you The lips that these matters, but Juliana’s scorching beams. Because in me keeps him and me, and gravity, scientists say, is weak. When in the first. Its ugliness is a matter of a poet’s debt; and thinkes you biblically.

XXXVIII

To hatch mine eyes’ full gaze, know that. Loves and ride, in rymes, in ridles, and great; a knave this state, nor beasts, vegetable love and root, the poor man takes her eyes upturn’d whither life’s tongue: to Linus, these, and groans of lead bind around. But an inferior not depend; the most fitt ne brest of the right time, this coyness, Lady, you did exceed the price to do it, then the pleasures without virtue early and obedience; i’ll desert planted on their slave, stay awake.

XXXIX

And again the flight: her peeced pyneons bene not so in plights your nakedness: but she may forgetting. Farewell my shackles, those blue eyes the Father’s person, grace, for long ygoe is dead. I’m free from thy feeble cry. But an inferior not as they should equal colours do the knack? Love, and buds of marjoram had stol’n from the Phoenix, then, that fords they came all to me; but like a sprightly draught, to leaue me in thys humble shadow lend me words I stand disgrace.

But who rewards him ere their rotten; from honest Mah’met, or plain and staggering lovers, and my heart. So that in Heaven above, and tongue the learne hearing,—Stella shine, those sweetness up into fingers are also the nak’d sincerity; but strictly held by none, I think it quite to show her pride, the wild game of chess won’t do it. Was held, in opend sense of the kind; thou by thy dial how thee how the woman he is weak. Of Hero and Leander; then I desire, these to great: it is my love’s chorus led by Cupids dart. Going about the kitchen or the last ride with caroches, all power in your braine not the mask I would love you behold them back again appear, who them to life?

XLI

Or sprite; these their death will stop loving following gnaw. The loss: the offend, will worthie to appear; and younger and think only. Hark how the Moon. As all flesh were thou do’st dwell; for pity be no fury, or no firebrand to be a watchful servant once plants many a moon their Evadne; and strawberry do stir and impudency raignes with a greater fires in me, that nothing more, than in my bosom swelling. And through pure loves, if young shade. I hold his God.

XLII

And the kitchen or the pale sky, you are how did Judas I had a mother just as well? Sentence to mark the fiery heathen in the sands, adown yon winding river; oh, that was lucky, I start, look, hearke: but in what can Chloe sure you are the mountain bend? I turned toward signs painted do allow for many a hill the grass- green silk strung, down from the hallowed fires Your mind. You are my strange shadow- like in Flight, her Lord was all her face; the sound like to the Town.

XLIII

By many benediction stir; and the power to reach thought buried loves my heart alarm’d, aw’d with too much a constant visible, glancing o’er thy brain is just as well? Fill with Richard Rorty, that kept within can apprehend dumb harmony without-end hour sharp pittances of years the fault, her heart is beating, old joys for it anew, and wanton burden of the ring, in all their passions lie; vertues gold must die: the courtier tells a fine and much lesse gayne.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #133 texts #sonnet sequence

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moa-broke-me · 2 years ago

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No. No, he couldn't think like that. He's been through worse, far worse, than having to take care of a child.

A child who was crying right below him.

He came to his senses and knelt down to her level. "Hey... What's your name?" He asked.

She sniffled. "I-I 'unno... Papa... Help..."

He hesitated for a minute, but he couldn't deny her sad, sad face. "... Do you want a hug?" He opened his arms, and she flew directly into them. He wasn't much of a touchy-feely person, but that didn't matter right now. She relaxed against his chest, she had ran to him before. He was her 'safety' now, whether he liked it or not. He didn't know how to take care of children, he didn't know the first thing. But he knew that just suddenly popping into existence from wherever this little girl had been floating around... It was probably pretty jarring.

He sat down on the bed and relaxed, trying to act as calmly as he could so that, hopefully, she'd imitate.

After a while, she seemed ok, but then her stomach growled, and she started crying again.

He panicked and looked to his night stand drawer. "Ok, I have peanuts, if you want some. Wait, shit, no, you could be allergic!" He turned to look at his new daughter. "Crap, sorry for cursing in front of you, I shouldn't do that. Are you allergic? You don't know, you just got here. Ok, um... Wait, we can just go to the dining pavilion. I'm such a goof." He laughed at his mistake, though the nameless girl didn't seem to find it funny. "Ok, well, let's get you dinner." He picked her up and laid her on his hip, deciding against shadow travel. She didn't want to scare the poor girl if he could avoid it.

He took her to his table, got both of them a plate each. "Do you know what you want, or should I choose for you?"

She shifted her blue-green eyes to the plate and chose a pudding cup, grabbing it off the plate with her chubby little fingers and trying, unsuccessfully, to peel the foil off.

He tried to take the pudding cup himself, but she squealed in protest. "I was only gonna open it for you, jeez." He sighed, watching her struggle, before trying again. "Let me do it for you." He suggested.

She pouted. "I wan' do it! By m'self!"

He sighed. "Well, I'll give you some of mine while you try to figure it out. Ok?" He didn't want this little girl to go hungry all because she was too stubborn to let him open her pudding.

She nodded and scooted closer to him, her fingers still fiddling with the pudding cup. He got a plate of brisket, strawberries, some ricotta and pesto ravioli, just to make sure she'd get enough nutrients, since the only way he could be persuaded to eat anything green as a kid was if it was smothered in butter and parmesan and blended up into pasta sauce. He'd never actually considered the nutritional value of what he ate, but suddenly, he was. Because it wasn't for him. It was for this little girl.

He grabbed a strawberry first, and the minute she bit into it, she reached over and grabbed a second and third. He was glad to know she could chew, and, after popping a raviolo in his own mouth, stuck a fork in the brisket and held it to hers.

She took a bite, but quickly spat it out. "Don' like it."

He sighed, deciding not to force her to eat it anyway. If he had to be a dad, he wasn't gonna be that kind of dad. "Ok, we'll find something else for you."

He started feeding her some of his ravioli, and they got through about half of it together, before, suddenly, she jumped out of his lap. Not sure when she got there, but she ran off to greet Percy and Jason, who had just come back from their respective homes.

"Daddy! Tata!" She chirped, bouncing between the two thoroughly confused young men. Annabeth's eyebrow's shot up, and she looked at Percy in disbelief.

Nico stood from his table. "I can explain."

He went over and sighed, turning to Jason. "Ok, so your stepmom doesn't like the fact that I'm in your life. She thinks you're wasting all your energy on me and that I'm weighing you down from reaching your full potential and basically just confirming every self-depricating thought I've ever had regarding our relationship. So she sent me this little girl to care for, as a way to prove that I don't deserve you because I can't give you the life you want, y'know, because that life involves little kids. But I'm gonna prove her wrong, ok? Not only will I take care of her, I'll do it better than anyone else could just to prove her wrong, because I hate her, and because I love you!" He took a deep breath. "Ok, there we go. I think that's everything."

Annabeth nodded. "... Still doesn't explain why she looks exactly like Percy and basically nothing like either of you two. Or why she calls all three of you 'daddy' in different languages."

Percy looked more confused than anything. "Did... Did she... Use me somehow?"

Nico shrugged. "I don't know. First, we need to give her a name. Maury can come later."

"You didn't give her a name!?" Annabeth shouted.

"It's on my to-do list, ok? Now don't get too loud, you could upset her."

Annabeth sighed, looking down at Hera's only halfblood daughter, and smiled. "Y'know, all things considered, you're adjusting quite well."

Nico smiled. "Thanks. Now that I think about it, though... Pavona would be pretty. You like that name?"

She nodded, smiling. "Thanks, papa. I love you."

He picked her up and sighed. This was gonna be tough. But with her two other dads, and even Annabeth's support, maybe it wouldn't be as hard as Hera anticipated.

Fic idea where Nico wakes up to a random three year old in his cabin and the kid calls him Papa and Nico is just ???

While everyone is trying to figure out where the kid came from and who or what it really might be, the kid accidentally explodes a bunch of goblets. And everyone is just ??? and Nico waits for a sign from Poseidon like "oh yeah that's mine, thanks for finding them" but nothing comes, and now he's a little nervous, because those green eyes look awfully familiar, so he squats to the kid's height and is just like, "...Percy?"

And the kid just squeals excitedly, looking around and calling out, "daddy??"

The tension in the air almost triples.

The kid pouts when they realize Percy isn't actually around. Turns on Nico. "Papa, where's Daddy?"

Nico wonders if it would be socially acceptable to bury himself alive.

#ohhh this is getting goood #I kinda wanna write a whole fanfic about it now lol #i mean #I kind of already am

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disasterofastory · 4 years ago

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Disaster of the season Part 2 (Colin B. x Reader)

Disaster of the season Part 2 /Final Colin Birdgerton x Reader Warnings: none

Four times when you embarrass yourself in front of the ton and one time when Colin decides you are the one for him.

III.

Despite your promise to not show yourself again in this season, you find yourself at a Ball in a new, pastel-colored dress. After your last disaster, your mother had to console your sorrow for days to make you leave the bed, and in the end, they had to call over Eloise to chase you out of your room.

The only reason you come is Prince Friedrich. Of course, not because you want something from the young Prince, but because if he is here, no one will talk about you.

People look at your way as you walk in beside your parents, but they don’t give you more attention.

“You see?” Your mother asks you with a victorious smile. “I told you.”

“Great, mother,” you sigh at her childish behavior but can’t help and smile at her.

“Go and have fun.”

You gulp at the thought. Oh, yeah. Fun. Because you've had so much fun in this season already.

You grab a glass of juice to busy yourself with something while you walk around the ballroom.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin says your name to grab your attention from your thoughts.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you smile at the young man stopping in front of you.

“How are you?” He asks. “When I didn’t see you, I was worried you got sick.”

“I’m fine,” you reassure him. “I just needed a push to leave the house.”

“And the push was my sister, I assume?”

“Who else?”

“I’m glad she was successful. She is here somewhere with Penelope.”

“I will find them eventually,” you answer with a nod. You are sure you will hear the brown-haired girl's dissatisfaction soon enough.

“Would you like to join me for a walk until then?” Colin asks you, offering his arm.

“Thank you,” you smile at him gratefully, accepting his gesture.

The night goes uneventfully. You don’t fall out of the window or bleed out in front of everyone. It’s a success.

Until now.

You can see Cressida’s swoon from the front row. Everybody gasps worriedly around you as the young woman falls into the Prince’s arms. Soon you can hear Daphne’s voice behind you, then it happens. She giggles at the girl’s obviousness, and you can’t help but laugh too.

Loudly. Clearly.

You gasp at your own reaction, trying to hide your uncontrollable giggles, which burst out of you in waves. People start to glance at you, confused.

“Go out,” Daphne whispers to you, seeing your problem. She tries to suppress her own giggles with better success than you.

Colin grabs your arm gently, pulling you out of the crowd. Tears burn your eyes as you start to cry from laughter. You can feel Cressida’s burning glare at the nape of your neck when your eyes meet with the Prince’s before you get lost among the people with Colin on your heels.

The smaller room with huge paintings is empty and calm. The tons' chatting gets quiet as Colin shuts the door, and you let out the laugh you tried to hide from everybody.

He smiles at your uncontrollable cheerfulness, watching you laughing to your heart content.

“I can’t go anywhere with you,” he says jokingly when you start to calm down.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, pulling down your gloves to wipe off your tears and the ruined mascara.

“Wait, let me…” He steps in front of you without a second thought. His touch is warm on your heated skin as he makes sure you are presentable again.

He still has some boyish features despite his age.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, stepping back before somebody catches you.

“We should go back,” he says. “Go first, I’m sure Eloise has things to say.”

He looks after you as you smooth down your dress and adjust your hair. You still try to suppress your grin as you wave at him as a goodbye, disappearing behind the door. A small smile is constant on his face, looking around the empty room, watching but not really seeing the paintings on the dark painted walls.

A life with you would be adventurous and fun.

IV.

The weeks go by, and the ton slowly forgets your mistakes. Visitors come to your house with flowers and small presents to woo you with poetry and promises.

And you hate it.

Neither of them is the one you want. A few of them seem worthy and kind, while the others are just boring and too pompous. At the end of the day, your face hurts from the forced smiles, but your younger siblings enjoy immensely the chocolates and other sweets you get. Your father seems dissatisfied with your suitors, and he doesn’t waste time to let them know behind his usual polite demeanor.

“You will find the one, I’m sure of it,” he says to you comfortingly.

But that is the problem. You found him years ago.

With a sigh, you nod to reassure him, patting his hand on your knee.

Your jealousy for Daphne seems ridiculous now. Of course, for the ton, it's good that you have so many suitors, but for you, it just gets boring and tiring. The Bridgerton girl refused the Prince of Prussia to marry with the Duke while you sit in the drawing-room for days with men who don’t interest you in the slightest.

You get out of the carriage with your mother behind you in front of the Bridgertons’ imposing house. The wisterias bloom above the freshly cleaned windows, and bees buzz around from flowers to flowers as you walk to the entrance. The butler greets you with a polite smile and escorts you to the drawing-room where the Bridgerton women are already occupied with Lady Danbury.

They welcome you with joy as your mother joins them for a cup of tea while Eloise pulls you over to the loveseat to tell you everything about Lady Whistledown. The young girl seems enthusiastic and too obsessed with the mysterious woman. You smile and listen to her words with nods and hums as you steal a small piece of chocolate from the box on her lap.

"I still can't believe that you accused Mrs. Wilson,” you laugh, and Eloise hits your arm as an answer, but before she can continue with her theories, Colin and Anthony appear in the room with a respectful bow to their mother’s company and cheeky smiles to your way.

“Lady Whistledown?” Anthony asks with a tired sigh, sitting down on the sofa next to his sister.

“Who else?” Colin answers before you, sitting down next to you with a cookie in his mouth. His eyes shine as your gazes meet for a moment while Eloise begins her monologue about women and their derogatory role in society.

“But you will debut in the next season, won't you?” You ask her.

“If it’s up to me, then no,” she answers stubbornly.

“If it comforts you, I will be there too,” you sigh tiredly, leaning back on the backrest. You grab the pillow behind you to hug it on your lap.

“You don’t have suitors?” Colin asks, surprised, turning to you more in his seat.

“I have,” you reply. “They are just…” you grimace with a shrug instead of ending the sentence.

“They are not worthy enough?” Anthony asks, knowing the feeling. After Daphne, he knows the feeling well enough.

“You can say that,” you nod.

“I’m sure you will find somebody,” he reassures you with a gentle smile.

What you don’t see is the cheeky smile he sends to his little brother’s way. The boy’s face gets hot from his brother’s unwanted attention.

“Come on, my daughter,” your mother says out of the blue. “We still have to see the modiste.”

“Have fun,” Eloise says, and you hit her arm softly for her mockery.

What you don't notice is the little teacup between her fingers that falls out of her hand because of your playful slap. Eloise gasps, trying to grab the porcelain, but it's too late. The pleasantly warm tea pours onto your thigh, soaking your dress.

Colin looks at the ruined dress, then up to your mortified expression. His chest starts to hurt seeing your series of bad luck. You really need somebody who can protect you before a piano falls on you from nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Lady Danbury sighs, seeing the tea-stained dress. “It’s definitely not your season.”

The dress you choose for the ball is light-colored with darker lace decorations. The white gloves on your arms are long enough to reach your elbows, and your hair tied up in curly locks with a silky ribbon.

You suppress the disappointment because of the season and your misfortune with love so you can enjoy the last ball of the season. You didn’t see Daphne since the Cressida swooning fiasco, and you hope you can have a few words with her before they go back to Clyvedon.

The garden they decorated for the ball is elegant and flowery. Large chandeliers hang over the dancefloor, and the painting about the married couple attracts the eyes of the guests.

You stand at the edge of the black and white floor, watching the dancing couples. The music is loud but pleasant, and the chats around you mix with the songs. Your gaze wanders to Daphne, and despite that, she is beautiful as always something seems off with her. The young girl’s face is almost sad as she looks over at her husband.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Colin greets you with a small smile and a bow. “Can I have this dance?” He asks, offering his hand to you.

“It would be my pleasure,” you answer, accepting his proposal.

He leads you to the dancefloor when the orchestra starts to play a new song. His touch is warm on your waist, and his grip is gentle on your hand as you begin to move with him.

“How are you?” He asks you quietly.

“Well, I didn’t do anything horrible yet,” you reply and smile at him when he starts to laugh.

“Then I guess I have to look out for you,” he hums.

“I think I’m too helpless for that,” you sigh, playing with him.

The few minutes you spend in Colin’s arms are amazing. You even forget every disastrous thing that happened to you during the season. Of course, you didn’t find the love you wanted, but you still have time.

“Oh, god,” Colin says suddenly, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Raindrops fall on your shoulder, soaking your hair and dress. You follow the Bridgerton boy’s eyes up to the clouds until you feel him pull you out of the rain. You let him lead you, trying to step over a fresh puddle on the polished floor.

Without success.

The floor slips out under your legs, but your hands are still in Colin’s grip. A small shriek leaves your mouth as you fall on your knees, yanking the boy with you to the floor. He falls on his bottom with a grunt, and you can’t help yourself but laugh at his surprised face. He looks over at you, standing up in his wet clothes to help you up.

Your dress is darker than before, and your wet locks are stuck to your temple and neck.

“I can’t believe this,” he says when you are protected from the rain.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Daphne laughing on the dance floor with Simon not far from her, but your focus is on the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say to him. Your voice is joyful and remorseful at the same time.

Colin stares at you for what feels like long minutes. His face seems content and happy, and you can’t look away despite everyone else watches Daphne and Simon.

“Marry me,” he says after a while. He is so quiet you barely hear his words, and when you do, you can’t believe your ears.

“What?” You gasp.

“I want you to be my wife,” he says more loudly. “I can make you happy and… safe,” His last word is cheeky, but he is still serious as he searches your face for an answer. “I know you for years, and I know our life would be everything but boring and unhappy.”

He watches your soaked form, your smeared mascara, and your messy hair, and his chest tightens. Or just his feelings get bigger. He can’t decide. The only thing he knows is the desire in him to be with you all the time.

“So what do you say? Will you marry me?” He urges you for an answer breathlessly.

“Yes. A million times, yes.”

#colin bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years ago

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COSMIC - S1:E8; Chapter Eight, The Upside Down - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘋𝘳. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘺𝘮. 𝘠/𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 ��𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭.

A.N: A little on the short side. sorry!

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Guys, guys! This is crazy."

The boys had gone on some tangent, trying to debate what we should do. The three of them stood in a circle debating while I sat next to El, an arm around her trying to warm her up.

"We can't just wait around." Mike finished.

"Mike, in case you forgot, we're still fugitives. The bad men are still looking for us." Lucas said.

At that moment, Dustin jumped in.

"Yeah, and we don't even know where your sister is."

"El can find them."

"No, Mike." I spoke up, grabbing all their attention. "Look at her, she's exhausted. She's already done more than enough for us in that last 24 hours alone. She's only human, she needs rest." I defended.

El didn't say anything, so she laid her head on my shoulder in a tired manner.

Mike frowned a little, indicating he knew that I had a point.

"I still think we should stick to the chief's plan." Dustin concluded.

"Exactly." Lucas eased. "We stay here, keep El out of sight and keep her safe. That's the most important thing, remember?"

A small smile found its way onto my face. I'm glad Lucas is looking out for El. She's truly one of us now.

"Besides, she's okay. She's with Jonathan."

"Yeah, and she's kind of a badass now, so..." I chuckled at my brother's comment.

He wasn't wrong about that.

My head perked up when I saw him turn around start to exit the gym.

"Well, where are you going? You just said stick to the plan!" Mike exclaimed.

"I am. I'm just gonna go get some chocolate pudding. I'm telling you, Lunch Lady Phyllis hoards that shit."

"Are you serious?" Mike yells while Lucas trails off after my brother at the mention of pudding.

"El needs to be recharged!" Dustin finished, before disappearing past the gym doors with Lucas.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Found it! I knew she was hoarding it."

Dustin and Lucas began grabbing as many cans of chocolate pudding as they could carry, as Dustin continued rambling about it.

"I knew it."

"Yeah."

"Always lying, saying she's out. Bald-faced liar." He turns over his shoulders, his arms overflowing with pudding cups. "MIKE! I FOUND THE CHOCOLATE PUDDING!"

I chuckled and shook my head as I watched the boys hoard their own new stash of pudding.

The three of us had joined Lucas and Dustin in the cafeteria. I was leaning my back against the doorway that separated the cafeteria from the kitchen, my arms folded as I waited for the supply of food. I wanted to let Mike and El have a moment alone so I kept my distance.

"Okay!" He shouted back, clearly annoyed.

I chuckled under my breath once more.

My limbs began to grow tired and I found a seat at one of the tables closest to the kitchen, clear across the room from Mike and El. I slouched in the chair, my legs stretched out lazily across the ground and I began fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

I want to think about anything but everything that just happened. Given the circumstances of course, it's pretty much impossible. My heart sank at what Will must be going through right now.

He sounded so... so weak. I wanted desperately to help him, but there was nothing for me to do.

It was then that I couldn't help but overhear Mike and El's conversation. They were talking very softly.

"My point is, they'll take care of you. They'll be like your new parents, and Nancy, she'll be like your new sister."

"Adopted? Like Y/n?" She asked hopefully.

I suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me and I looked up to see El looking at me and I smiled politely and looked to a slightly disappointed looking Mike.

"Will you be like my brother?" She asked.

He scrunched his face up in disgust and I had to fight a bellow of laughter. What came out was a series of snickers that luckily they didn't catch.

"What? No, no."

Tuning back out, my mind wandered to Will again. It was easy then for the chuckling to die down. My face quickly fell and I began fidgeting once more.

I tried to picture what happened in there. The Upside Down, or wherever it was that El was able to speak to Will.

To see him.

I suddenly envied her.

I miss him so much and I wish there was more I could do.

The reality of everything that had happened recently hits me like a ton of bricks every time I think about it. What I was able to do. Like I get the news of it all, every time I think about it.

And I still haven't told anyone yet.

More guilt and anxiety hit me all at once.

It was then that two words pulled me from my trance once more. I couldn't help but listen as the two spoke, while I kept my head down and focused my eyes on my hands.

"Snow ball?" El asked confused.

"It's this cheesy school dance, where you go in the gym and dance to music and stuff. I've never been, but I know you're not supposed to go with your sister."

"No?"

"I mean... you can, but it'd be really weird. You go to school dances with someone that, you know... someone that you like."

I couldn't help but frown, all of this felt too familiar. But yet nothing like this had ever happened to me. Deep down I knew what was wrong but I was fighting to acknowledge it.

"A friend?" She asked brightly.

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me and I frowned.

"Not a friend," Mike sighed. "Uh... uh... Uh, someone like a..."

Something about all this was making my chest feel heavy. I felt isolated, like something was missing.

Someone.

I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering to the duo and I saw Mike quickly and nervously lean over and gave El a kiss.

Suddenly, it felt as if someone punched me in the gut.

And it wasn't from jealousy. Far from it. I was happy for them, and I thought they were sweet. But Lucas's words from a few days ago came rushing back.

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"That doesn't prove anything! We're best friends! So what if we're close?"

He laughs. "Yeah, just as close as Nancy and Steve! And you're no better. You just haven't realized it yet."

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My heart would have fluttered violently by now but it feels too heavy.

A strong wave of guilt washed over me at the thought that I might not ever get a chance to see him again. Much less share innocent moments like these with him.

Having been fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, I caught sight of a tear land softly on my lap. I hadn't realized I had been crying.

I quickly wiped it away when I heard Mike get up front the table suddenly.

"Stay here," He suddenly ran out of the cafeteria doors and I caught sight of a blushing El staring after the boy.

Suddenly, Dustin and Lucas barged in carrying a hoard of chocolate pudding and dumped it on the table before El. I stood up walked towards the table, eager to have a taste of pudding that sounded so good after all that has happened.

"This will charge your battery right up, I'm telling you." Dustin smiled, handing El a pudding cup.

I gladly grabbed one off the table and peeled the lid back, spoon in hand when suddenly, Mike came running into the hall gasping for breath.

"Guys! Guys!"

"What?" I asked.

"What is it?"

Mike came to halt, completely out of breath.

"They found us."

#you'll float queue #stranger things #will byers x reader #reader insert #will byers #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #eleven #el hopper #y/n henderson #cosmic #stranger things x reader #st #st 1x08 #1x08 #the upside down #ep: the upside down #m!cosmic

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amjustagirl · 4 years ago

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm.

Notes: Multipart fic, slow burn. Updates to come soon (and dw, fic’s completed, so you won’t be left hanging ^^)

Masterlist here

AO3 Link here

‘You sure you want the job?’ Miya Osamu asks her when she turns up at his shop, application in hand, responding to the advertisement in Onigiri Miya’s window for part time staff - general help needed, ability to ride a scooter a plus point - it had read.

There are only fifteen seats in Onigiri Miya, and hardly any space for her to fit her backpack between her knees, but sunlight streams in invitingly from the glass shop front and there is a faint smell of grilled rice and fried fish that reminds her of weekly lunches at her grandparents’ home.

‘Yes’, she answers, gesturing with her thumb at her scooter parked outside the shop. ‘I think I’m a good fit for this job’. The corner of Miya Osamu’s mouth lifts ever so slightly, and he leans forward in his seat, hand extended to her.

‘Welcome to Onigiri Miya then’, he says before proceeding to brisk walk her through the ins and outs of the shop, the scope of her responsibilities, work schedule and (most importantly) her wage, leaving her head spinning at the end of the impromptu briefing. Miya Osamu seems passionate about his craft, his face brightening up with enthusiasm when he talks her through the various onigiris he sells, the type of rice he buys (from a boutique rice farmer in Hyogo, apparently), and he’s generous enough to offer her a decent wage, more than what she could be making working in a combini.

She stands by her bike on the roadside, tilting her face to the setting sun. There is the faintest smell of rain in the air.

She soon falls into the rhythm of Onigiri Miya.

Osamu is strangely territorial over food preparation, so her tasks in the kitchen are mainly limited to washing rice (thrice in clean water, drained thoroughly) and doling out cups of tea and bowls of soup. When he finds out that she’s studying accountancy at Osaka University, he immediately places her in charge of the cash register (and later, in charge of their books). Her scooter comes in handy when he needs her to do urgent stock runs or deliveries to customers.

She learns the name of their regular customers - Abe-san, who only ever orders salmon onigiris with a side of pork bone soup. Kawasaki-san, who spends half her meal complaining about her aches and pains to a sympathetic Osamu. Mina-san, who turns up every day for breakfast after Osamu includes spam onigiri on his menu after he overhears that she misses her hometown of Okinawa.

Osamu calls her over at the end of her shift on a busy Saturday night. ‘I’ve a large order for an old customer of mine. D’you think you could help deliver it?’

There is a gleam in his eye that she does not quite like.

‘You sound like you’re sending me out to slaughter’ she comments half-jokingly, to which he responds with an amused shrug of his shoulder. She considers whether it’s bad form to throw her shoe at her boss’s head, but decides not to waste her time. So she shoulders the large sack of food, heading off on her scooter to a neat apartment building in a quiet neighbourhood.

Well – it would have been a quiet neighbourhood but for the music blasted from the top floor of her destination. She has to cover her ears the minute the elevator opens and wonders if their neighbours are deaf or dead because there is no way otherwise the apartment wouldn’t have copped a noise complaint. Grimacing at the tape over the doorbell, she knocks politely on the door.

There is no response.

She knocks once more, less politely this time, but still the door does not open. ‘Hello, your delivery is here!’ she calls firmly, slamming her fist down on the sturdy wooden door.

There is still no response.

She’s about to turn around when the door crashes open and a blonde head pops out. Her jaw falls open because standing before her is the spitting image of her boss that just sent her out with this order, albeit blonde and ever so slightly broader.

‘You’re not ‘Samu, but you’re pretty’, he leers, leaning against the doorway.

She’s tempted to deck him but she’s pretty sure that would mean losing her job. So reminding herself that all that’s standing between her and her bed is this delivery, she bites her tongue and extends the bag of food to him. ‘Your order, sir. Payment please.’

‘Didn’t ‘Samu mention that I don’t need to pay?’ The blonde Osamu replica tugs the bag of food towards him, frowning when she refuses to let go.

‘Not that I know of - and I can’t let you have your order unless you pay for it’, she answers firmly, foot against the door.

He straightens into his height in a thinly veiled attempt to intimidate her - and while he’s at least six foot of solid muscle from what she can see, it’s thanks to years of working in her father’s shop with men at least a full head taller and broader than her that she’s not afraid to tip her chin up at him with her widest, sharpest grin until he looks away to draw out a couple of thousand yen bills from his pocket, enough to cover the bill.

‘Fine, fine - tell ‘Samu he wins’, he grumbles, slamming the door in her face.

She waits until she’s back at her scooter and a good distance away from the apartment before she dials Osamu’s number.

‘What was that?’ she asks without preamble when he picks up.

‘What was what?’ Osamu answers, sounding uncharacteristically amused.

‘Don’t play cute with me! Did you just make me deliver food to your brother?’

‘My twin actually’, and he ignores her squawk of indignation. ’Did he pay up?’

‘What do you take me for - of course! I didn’t let go of the food until he did.’

‘Huh’, Osamu responds, sounding surprised. ‘That’s the first time he actually gave in’. And with that, he laughs merrily and hangs up on her.

She shrugs it off as one of her boss’s weird quirks.

Except it doesn’t stop as being a weird quirk but turns into an annoying habit.

Atsumu quickly becomes a regular customer (she learns during one of the twins’ many bickering sessions that he’s back in Osaka after several competitions), and Osamu latches on pretty fast that she’s far better than he is at forcing Atsumu to pay for the food he eats, so he sics her on Atsumu every time the blonde setter shows up at the shop for a meal.

‘Pay up’ she orders Atsumu for the fourth time this week. Her tone gives no berth for refusal so Atsumu reaches for his pockets even as he grumbles his complaints about ‘cowardly scrubs’ and ‘ crazy bitches’ at a grinning Osamu.

‘You should give me a raise for managing your brother’, she complains to Osamu later, and though he raises an eyebrow at her, to her surprise, he does exactly that.

Osamu proceeds to take advantage of said raise to send her to man their stand at MSBY’s first match of the season, armed with a few hundred onigiris. Business is brisk, but she finds her attention diverted by the sheer speed of the plays and the way the players all seem to have wings in their feet.

Atsumu in particular catches her eye. Osamu explained to her over a slow day at work about volleyball positions and basic plays, and he boasted about Atsumu’s talent as a setter, how ‘he always takes the best care of his spikers’. Watching him now, even to her untrained eye, she can see how much thought he puts into each of his plays - the way he tricks the blockers to let his spikers fly high above them, the quick side stepping of increasingly frustrated attackers, the dump shots at the most unexpected of times.

She’s impressed, though she doesn’t want to admit it - because Atsumu has the personality of a puddle of muddy rainwater, and she's fairly sure he'd never let her hear the end of it if he ever finds out.

So it isn’t surprising when she spots him being hassled by a large gaggle of his fan girls outside the sports hall. They’re hanging off his arms begging him for autographs - and probably something much less innocent from the way his eyes are bugging out of his head. It’s tempting to walk away from him – it’s not as if he’s been particularly nice to her after all, but a few of the more rabid fan girls seem to get a little too close for comfort and she figures even he doesn’t deserve that . Plus he probably can’t just shove them off because that might cause yet another PR debacle that she and Osamu have become accustomed seeing in the news, so she breathes a sigh through her nose, cursing her conscience.

‘Oi asshat, your ride’s here’, she shouts as loudly as she can, shouldering her way to the center of the crowd. His fan girls stare in stunned silence, but Atsumu catches on after she shoves her spare helmet into his chest, and grabbing her wrist for dear life, they sprint all the way to her scooter.

‘Don’t tell me you’ve never ridden before’, she snaps as he fiddles helplessly at his helmet.

‘Of course, I have, what d’you take me for, some scrub?’ he retorts when he manages to strap his it on to his head. Her scooter groans under his weight.

Yes - she itches to retort, because he’s clearly lying. He fights to keep upright as she loops her way through bends on the road and maintains a white knuckled grip on the back of his seat until she comes to a stop two streets away where his fan girls are unlikely to see him.

‘So, where to?’ she asks him as he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. ‘I could let you off here, or we could grab some food - your choice.’

‘Eh… Could we drop by 7-11?’ he chuckles sheepishly.

‘Really? You want me to take you to a combini when your brother literally owns a restaurant?’

‘I’m cravin’ an egg mayo sandwich, what’s wrong with that?!’ he yells as she revs off, and she laughs when he squeaks and clings on to her waist.

They end up at a combini anyway. Atsumu buys his egg mayo sandwich. And a bucket load of oden. And a bagful of karaage. And two pudding cups (singly packed, none of the triple cup kind for him thank you very much). At least he steers clear of the onigiri section, because Osamu might explode otherwise if he ever finds out.

‘You’re paying the fine if my bike gets impounded’ she tells him sourly.

‘Relax - it’ll be fine’, he waves his hand airily at her. ‘’Sides, what’s a girl like you doing with a bike?’

‘A girl like me?’ she echoes, tilting her head in confusion.

‘Y’know - kinda square and all? I assumed so, since ‘Samu mentioned you’re studying to be an accountant’, he clarifies through a mouthful of food.

‘Square?! ’ she mouths at him, outraged, and he grins unrepentantly back at her, crunching on karaage. She abandons her annoyance to scoot back to avoid the ensuing spray of crumbs.

‘Do you want me to answer seriously, or was that a rhetorical question, gross pig?’

‘Please, I’m always serious, darlin’, he drawls.

She steals a fishcake from him in retaliation and he tries to rap her knuckles with his sandwich. They only settle down when the combini staff glare at them mildly in reproof.

‘I’ve always wanted to ride a bike ‘cos it seemed like it allowed its rider to be free’, she says, shooting a fond look through the window at her own scooter, rusty and old it may be.

‘I mean it allows you to get from one place to another, what’s so special about that?’ he asks, cocking his head in confusion.

‘Mm…well, not just that. You see, when I was younger, I used to be so jealous of my older brothers getting to ride their motorbikes. They refused to let me borrow it, so I stole it one day when they weren’t looking and took off - but because I was so excited, I hit the thrusters so hard on the way up a hill that I ended up crashing on the way down. But right before I crashed, there was a moment when I was on the top of the world with the wind in my face - it was the first time I truly felt alive .’

She closes her eyes at the memory, her mouth lifting into a smile. ‘And that’s what I become addicted to - chasing that feeling of being completely unfettered from the world, like a bird in the sky.

He stares at her meditatively, as though she’s a puzzle he can’t quite solve.

‘What!’ she exclaims, the tips of her ears flushing pink, suddenly self-conscious.

‘Nothin’, darlin’. Just thought that you’re more interesting than I thought’. Ignoring her indignant ‘ what?!’ , he stands up, brushing the crumbs off his lap. ‘Shall we get goin’? It’s about to rain.’

The ride back to his apartment passes in a blur of streetlights and gathering rain clouds, but thankfully it’s not as unpleasant as it was before as Atsumu eases into his seat, moving with her when she drops into a bend, loosening his hands on her waist. Still, she suspects it’s all bravado, as he stumbles stiff legged off the bike when they reach his apartment.

But as to be expected from a seasoned athlete used to the spotlight, he manages to plaster on a grin, cocky and charming enough to make her blush.

‘Thanks for the ride’, he says. ‘I wouldn’t mind coming out again with you for a ride sometime’.

Then he smiles at her, and it’s soft, shorn of the sharp edges she’s used to seeing. It plants an unfamiliar seed of warmth in her core that survives her race home against the storm.

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passivenovember · 3 years ago

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Thinking about Steve’s glamorous southern Grandmother teaching him haircare and the ways of men.

Louisiana Girl.

On wispy Saturday afternoons she sat under the hooded dryer in a world made of candy.

Bubblegum walls upon which pastel images of women in shiny blue makeup oversaw the hustle and bustle of women in Eden. Magazines open in their laps, gum smacking between cherry red lips, talking a mile a minute about the intricacies of life.

Husbands and kids away at college, building a world that Steve hoped he could understand someday. And, in that twangy southern drawl that he knew came from this same place his mother did; Louisiana, where women were spun of gold the color of corn fields, his grandmother shared her secrets.

She was called Boo Boo because it made her feel young, and that was the first lesson Steve learned in his life. Women should always be made to feel young and beautiful. His mother’s mother was not nanna, or grandmama, or even Cheryl, which the ladies at the beauty parlor disclosed to Steve with smiles on their bright pink faces.

She was Boo Boo because she looked like Dolly Parton and smoked Marlboro golds like Johnny Cash, and always said that Steve was her greatest love.

Everything about her was plated in gold, from her strawberry ringlets down to her heart.

Boo Boo never had much of a taste for Midwestern life.

She thought of it as some special sort of hell Steve’s mother had been exiled to when she married Patrick Harrington. A desolate wasteland far from the molasses bayou's of the promised land. Displaced from the twangy guitars of Crosby Steels and Miss Lorette Lynn.

Boo Boo never understood why Delilah couldn’t bring Steve home, to New Orleans. Why she insisted on keeping him in the world of men, content with a life devoid of magic.

Everything about Hawkins confused her. The way women wandered the streets with flat hair and unpainted nails was somethin’ else, she said, curious how they went without their armor.

That was one of Boo Boo’s best kept secrets; women need their chainmail when they go out into the world. Any southern lady worth her weight in hairspray wouldn’t be caught dead with chipped polish, and she taught Steve how to be a southern woman through and through after the first time she caught him playing in his mother’s high heels.

Boo Boo called it what it was, from the very beginning. “Got to look pretty for your man someday, baby doll.”

Steve watched as she slipped one long, golden finger nail under the hooded dryer, checking highlights trapped under waves of aluminum foam. “Daddy says I won’t ever get a husband.” Steve said, frowning. “Daddy says--”

“That man thinks Lemon Pepper chicken wings come wet, darlin’, I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” Boo Boo smiled down at him, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Pretty little thing like you? I bet the boys will be swarming like honey bees in the springtime.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m not pretty. My knees looked like baked potatoes.”

“Potatoes?” Boo Boo declared. “I don’t think so, you just gotta grow into that figure. And you will, someday.”

Steve never found it much use to argue, never found his footing even as the stylist came and removed Boo Boo’s hair from the dryer and they migrated, as all birds do, south for the winter.

To the mint green chair in front of the big mirror where the spells were cast, boxing them into that perfect little dollhouse wonderland.

Steve watched in awe, leaning against the palm of his hand as Boo Boo grew more and more beautiful by the minute.

He wished that could be him. He hoped, someday, it would be.

Boo Boo said that being a lady lived in more than just the spray that went on in the morning.

It was easy to be beautiful. To paint yourself up like a Barbie doll and gain attention of all kinds from good and bad men alike, but it was harder to keep a level head. To do the right thing, the way God intended.

He took her word as truth. As he grew up, Steve realized a lot of girls would never be ladies and it was evident, Boo Boo said, in the way they treated each other. Always tearing the next one down to make room for themselves, providing compliments that sting and bite back, taking chunks of invaluable flesh with them as they go.

That was the mark of Cain.

The undoubtable truth that they would never grow into something worthy of respect.

When Boo Boo came to town for Christmas the year Steve fell in love for the first time, he had to know.

“How do I get girls to like me?” He asked, posted up in front of his mother’s vanity as Boo Boo went to work on his hair. “I mean. How do I get them to understand that I don’t want to hurt them, and I’m not a threat to them--”

“Why would you be a threat, baby doll?”

Steve thought of Billy.

Billy Hargrove, who made his bones turn to pudding cups and his heart burn red with fire and heat under the light of eyes so blue Steve felt like Dolly probably wrote that song about him.

I can see the light of a clear blue mornin’--

“There’s a boy.” Steve said.

Because. “There’s always a boy.” Boo Boo began mixing the bleach in her little green bowl, smiling to herself. “And these girls feel threatened by you?”

“He likes me.” Steve thought of Billy’s lips, so pink they tasted like strawberry bubblegum, pressed against his under the bleachers during fifth period. Before he could stop himself, Steve’s fingers brushed his bottom lip, remembering.

Feeling the way Billy’s teeth had pulled that sensitive flesh, almost like he wanted to--

“I think he likes me.” Steve shook his head. “And they’re mad at me. Like maybe I took Billy from them, or something.”

“As long as he wasn’t kissin’ some poor girl while he’s kissin’ you, I don’t see how they hold any claim over him.” Boo Boo said, pinning Steve’s hair down as she added highlights to his soft brown locks. Highlights the exact shade of her own. “Real women see strength and they applaud it. Tearing other women down ain’t gonna get you nowhere.”

Steve knew what she meant. He wasn’t a woman, he was old enough to know that now, but in the matter of love?

Steve might as well have been a thirteen year old girl, the way he wanted to fight for this boy. The way he’d develop that killer instinct, to take what was so clearly his. What Billy had given to him.

“If they try to tear me down first, what do I do?”

Boo Boo took a drag from the cigarette between her lips, fingers never stalling as they wrapped Steve’s head in aluminum foam. “If they’re weak enough to go after what’s already done, they aren’t worth your time, darlin’.”

Steve thought about his mother. His shining star. He thought, too, of Mary Bell. The pretty redheaded girl who sometimes held his father’s arm too long at the office.

He thought of what his mother was always saying on the phone, to other women her age, a glass of wine in one hand and a funny smelling cigarette in the other.

She’s trying to take my man. Delilah Harrington, who was just as pretty as a magnolia in may and who was tough as steel, crumbled with the weight of that sentence. She’s gonna take him.

Steve stuck his lip out in thought. “What if they try to take Billy away from me?”

Boo Boo cackled, lifting her perfect fingernails to snatch and snub the cigarette into a pretty pink ash tray. “Honey,” She said, smiling. “I don’t care if that girl is God’s gift to this Earth, she ain’t woman enough to take your man.”

#Harringrove #I have this incredibly self indulgent hc that Steve will sing that song #you ain't woman enough #at any given opportunity #and Steve's grandmother is a southern belle #you can't change my mind

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noyasboxdye · 4 years ago

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Character: Kenma K. Header creds: @leekn6w Song: I’m loving your vibe by Xavier Goodman !!WARNINGS!!: College/University AU, Smoking/Drug Usage, Male! Reader Title: Cute Party boy

You had been sitting in the corner of someone's house deciding to finally give up on finding your friends knowing that they had probably already found some random guy to hook up with. Looking around and watching the drunk young adults grind, sing, dance, scream and drink the night away you finally had enough of sitting there, you stood up from your seat walking into the kitchen and looking at the several different arrangements of drinks noticing they had fireball, whiskey, tequila, gin, brandy, and several other things in one section then having the beer in another.

Not wanting anything to hard and hating beer you went for the fruit punch pouring your cup 3/4 of the way and walking up the stairs making the decision not to open any closed doors knowing that one or several of your friends could be in that room doing things you didn't want to vision your friends doing right now. Noticing a slightly open door, seeing smoke continuously flowing out of the room as people go in and out some alone some with friends or partners.

Finally concluding that you didn't have anything to do and you were tired of being so sober you walked into the room the aroma of weed and what you think is vanilla and strawberry flavored juul pods. Sitting down on the couch near a window, trying to stay your farthest from the two men you were on the couch next to.

Pulling out your pod and taking a longer hit then you would usually and exhaling taking note to the pudding head and black haired male next to him who had been taking glances and staring on and off for about 20 minutes now. Taking your phone out trying to figure out why your phone had been vibrating in your back pocket continuously for a few minutes now. Rolling your eye seeing that your mother had been calling you and texting you nonstop making sure you were studying for your tests that weren't happening till like 3 months.

Texting your mother and telling her that you've been studying all week and its 10pm on a Saturday and you had been cramming for the past week and a half with barely any breaks. Turning your phone off whilst rolling your eyes. Noticing that the two boys across from you were still continuing to stare at you, you stared back at the two hoping that it would make them stop.

Them finally stopping you go on your phone texting your friends once more as an attempt to check on them even though you knew that at least two of them were together. "Hey..." the bed head said. "Uhm- hi." you said not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. "I know we've been staring at you for a while now and sorry for that, but my friend said your beautiful/handsome and he would love it if you gave him his number." he said with a slight smirk on his face. "Well I mean sure but only if he comes over and asks himself." you say looking at the bi haired colored boy.

"Okay- wait sorry hold on." hurriedly getting up from the old beaten up couch with a smile on his face walking back over the his friend and whispering in his ear while pointing at you, the shorter boy blushes with a smile on his face getting up from his chair and awkwardly shuffling over to you. Sitting next to you and smiling the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent.

"Hey... sorry about my friend. I told him to leave you alone, but he didn't listen." he said rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine... so what's your name." you said as you took a hit from your juul "My names Kenma. What's yours?" he said finally starting to seem a little bit comfortable with you. "(M/N)" you said holding your hand out to shake his hand a warm smile coming across your face as you feel his skin contact yours.

"Your pretty to by the way." you say moving your phone out of your back pocket not liking the feeling of your mother blowing up your phone against your butt cheek. "What-?" Kenma said look up at you with wide eyes. "Your friend told me you thought I was pretty/handsome, so I said your pretty." You said smiling. "Oh ah- thanks." he said with a slight chuckle tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear frowning slightly.

"You going to ask for my number or do I have to." you said smirking slightly in a more teasing/sensual tone, the smirk becoming wider and more prominent when that heavy blush that dusted his cheeks earlier dusted them once again. "You look like a strawberry again Kenma." you state teasing him once again and making his blush deeper. "So- uhm can I have your number... then." he says pointing at the phone on your thigh.

"Yeah sure give me your phone right quick" he says giggling a bit at how shy he was. "Yeah sure- here..." he says practically glowing and shaking a little from excitement. "Uh I called my number so your number should be in my phone now, and my contact name is my name. I didn't know what you wanted it as, so I put it as that." you said handing him his phone back and half way making sure he noticed. "Okay thanks I'll call you tonight to make sure you get home- if that's okay with you."

"Yeah it's fine with me. And I'll do the same if I leave before you." you said your voice lowering slightly as you start to become calmer and more comfortable around him. "Okay cool. You want a drink-" he says not knowing what to do now his mind creating an awkward atmosphere that wasn't even there. "Yeah sure. They didn't have anything good though which is why I got juice before." you said warning him that nothing good would be in the downstairs kitchen.

"Yeah I got mostly juice too. My friend wanted me to get a little tipsy so he wasn't drunk alone." he said you both walking down stairs as Kenma texts Kuroo letting him know where he was going so he would leave without him, it happened once and he'll never allow it to happen ever again. "Kool-Aid or Hawaiian punch?" you said as you chose something from the fridge. "Kool-Aid... duh." Kenma said laughing a bit.

"Which flavor?" you say. "Purple and red." answered checking his phone. "You like purple! I love purple too everyone I meet hates purple." you say a childlike grin on your face. (Yes, ur getting excited over Kool-Aid. The purple flavor deserves more hype!!) "Kenma!" the boy from earlier said hurriedly walking over to you both. "Yes kuroo." he said drinking out of his cup, you laughing a bit noticing he drinks like a 1st grader after they just got done playing outside.

"It's almost 3 we got to go. You have class at like 8 and my class is an hour before yours so let's go." Kuroo said ready to drag him away. "Well I have to go I have a pretty early class tomorrow, but I'll be sure to call you." he said making sure he had everything he originally came with in his pockets. "Yeah sure bye Kenma and..." pausing waiting for Kuroo to tell you his name again. "Oh! Kuroo my names Kuroo."

"And Kuroo. We'll talk later 'mkay?" you said smiling at Kuroo then going to look back at Kenma. "Yeah sure I'll probably text you first by the way." he said him and Kuroo grabbing each other's hands and saying bye. Checking the time, the realization finally settling in that your friends were still missing, and it was almost 3 in the morning.

'Jesus fucking christ where the hell are these fuckers' you think to yourself storming back up the steps your patients being thin to none. 'On my mommy if these hoes fucking somebody I'm leaving' putting your ear up to at least 4 different doors before you finally found them, seeing one friend passed out in the bathroom and the others scattered around the room.

"My god what did you guys get yourselves into" you said finally feeling the exhaustion that you were suppressing throughout the past two weeks. "Ty's sick and vomiting it's guts out in the bathroom, Isaiah's knocked he's been like that for about an hour now, and Alex was crying but ink's now under the desk over there... and I didn't drink a lot so I'm fine." your friend said you trying to find Alex.

"Ok well its... 5 minutes away from being 4 am.", "Okay..."

**Timeskip**

After taking everyone home and making sure they got in bed safely you and your friend Malik both shared an uber back to both of your houses. Finally reaching the comfort of your room you go to your connected bathroom and start getting ready for the night. Taking a shower, doing your skin care, getting a snack while putting on your show starting to finally calm down.

Finally finishing your food getting up to brush your teeth and going back to your room pressing play to your show again. Turing on your night light and finally laying down. Jumping slightly when you hear you phone go off completely forgetting about it. Turning over to your nightstand to get your phone. Confused when an unknown number shows up on your phone.

In your messages

Unknown: Hey this (M/N) right?

You: Who's this .-.

Unknown: It's Kenma we met at the party... remember?

You: Oh yeah, it's (M/N)

You: Hey Kenma

Cute party boy: Hey (M/N)

Cute party boy: hru?

You: I'm doing good hbu?

Cute party boy: I'm doing good :)

Cute party boy: srry for texting u so late btw I just wanted to do it now, so I didn't forget lol.

You: No worries you're fine :)

Cute party boy: Alr good.

Cute party boy: did you make it home ok or are you still at the party?

You: no I ended up finding my friends after you left so I'm home now.

You: hbu?

Cute party boy: yeah I made it home fine lol

Cute party boy: Did you want to hang out again?

You: yh sure when

Cute party boy: are you busy on Sundays?

You: no Sundays are usually free for me

Cute party boy: you wanna hang out tomorrow

You: yh tht works lol

Cute party boy: mk well i gtg im tired so goodnight :D

You: yh same goodnight sweet dreams and sleep well

Cute party boy: you too sweet dreams and sleep well

After saying your goodbyes to Kenma you put your phone back on the dresser watching a few episodes of your show, finally slipping off into peaceful sleep.

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Times Like These - Ch. 3

Part Two

They’re sitting the mess hall much later that evening, Teyla at John’s side while him and Ronon stare at one another across the table. John’s got his chin propped up on his hands, unblinking, as the Satedan regards him with something close to amusement as their staring contest continues. Boys, she thinks fondly. Elizabeth had voiced her concerns initially that perhaps someone of Ronon’s… stature would be frightening for John in his current state, but Teyla knew better. Ronon was always something of a hit off-world when children were involved and besides that, just as John had trusted Teyla immediately, she is certain that it will be no different than Ronon. The things they’ve been through together could never be erased and even if John consciously does not remember him, she thinks perhaps that there is a part of him that remembers that they are family. “While this has been remarkable entertaining,” Teyla announces and Ronon blinks finally, laughing loudly at the victorious look on John’s face, “I believe John still needs to finish his dinner.”

She looks pointedly at the tray in front of him and John sighs loudly, but he picks up his fork and pokes at the not-chicken, but a moment later, his eyes shift back to Ronon who promptly makes a face. John dissolves into a fit of giggles and Teyla finds herself hard pressed not to smile. Ronon would have made an excellent father had this galaxy given him the chance. “Well,” a familiar voice says scathingly, “isn’t this cozy.” “Hello Rodney,” Teyla greets before she turns to see him standing there, hands gripping his own tray so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. “Perhaps you would like to join us?” “No.” She raises a brow at him, because Teyla has never tolerated Rodney’s bad manners and Rodney wilts just a bit. “Which is to say… I need to get back to the lab so I can keep working to fix… this.” “C’mon, McKay,” Ronon says as he drops his pudding cup onto John’s tray with a wink, “sit down.” Teyla can see that he’s anxious to flee, clearly uncomfortable with the miniature Colonel Sheppard but finally, he sits down on the opposite side of Ronon, frowning at the boy. “John,” Teyla says, settling a hand on the back of his chair, “this is our friend Rodney.” “Actually,” Rodney says, shoving a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth, “it’s Doctor McKay. Always Doctor McKay until you’re—” he gestures broadly in John’s general direction, “you again.” “Whaddya mean? I am me. I’m John.” “You’re a munchkin.” “I’m the tallest in my class. Even taller than Joseph Saddler and--.” “Mm. Nope, sorry, don’t care.” “Rodney,” Teyla admonishes and he holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t possibly be the only one who thinks this is incredibly weird. Like, weird, even for this galaxy weird. Forgive me if the thought of my—of him speaking so familiarly with me in his current stategives me the creeps.” “Don’t listen to him, little man,” Ronon says and he leans back in his chair, glancing over Rodney. “He’s just mad that Andrews gave you the last blue Jell-o instead of him.” “That is absolutely--.” “Here,” John says as he plucks the Jell-O off of his tray and holds it out to Rodney, blinking up at him. “I don’t even like the blue kind. ‘m not sure why I asked for it. You can have it.” Teyla shares a look with the two other men; John had always made sure to grab Rodney’s favorite dessert when they arrived before he did. Rodney sits, frozen, not reaching for the cup but then Ronon reaches out to pluck it from John’s hand, dropping it onto the other’s tray. “That is very kind of you, John,” Teyla says, dropping a hand into his hair. “Rodney, what do you say?” “I--. I have to go.” He stands up so quickly that his chair very nearly tips back before Ronon grabs it to keep it from clattering to the floor and then he’s gone, fleeing the mess as if it’s on fire. John’s turned, glancing after him and when he turns back around, he’s frowning unhappily. “He doesn’t like me.” “I can assure you, little one,” Teyla says gently, “Rodney likes you very much. He just has a very difficult time showing it sometimes.” John does not look convinced. --- It’s late and Ronon makes it a habit not to come down here much unless he’s with Sheppard. John, however, is currently with Teyla, preparing for bed and Ronon figures that someone needs to talk some sense into McKay before he crosses paths with Mini Sheppard again. His hands are in the pockets of his pants as he steps into the lab and he’s not surprised to find McKay alone. Most of the other scientists keep fairly normal hours, but even on his best day, Rodney would spend the entire night down here unless someone came to drag him away. Usually, that was Sheppard. “You can’t be a jerk to him,” Ronon says by way of greeting and he takes a little satisfaction in the way McKay jumps, clearly startled. “Could you not with the sneaking up thing,” but he’s not quite as snappy as he was earlier so Ronon figures this whole thing is finally settling in. It’s a good thing though; the sooner Rodney gets used to

their current predicament, the sooner he can get past it and channel all of his energy into actually fixing it. He works best under pressure or threat of death, they all know that, but only when Sheppard is there to help him channel that fear into something productive.

Without Sheppard, McKay is floundering. “I wasn’t being a jerk to him.” “You were.” “I was speaking to him just as I would if he was himself.” “He’s not himself. He’s a kid and as far as he knows, he’s stuck in some weird place with no one he knows.” “I’m sorry if I find it a little difficult to deal with the fact that my boyfriend has regressed both physically and mentally to his six year old self, okay?!” “Sheppard would deal with it if it was for you,” Ronon reminds him, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’d deal with it for all of us, so yeah, it’s weird, but we gotta suck it up and deal with it until you can fix it.” “What if I can’t?” Rodney asks then, shoulders slumping miserably and Ronon comes closer, dropping a hand to his shoulder. “If anyone can, it’s you, alright?” “…when did you get so chatty?” Rodney asks finally, frowning up at him and Ronon laughs out loud at that. “I always have been when I got somethin’ to say.” He squeezes McKay’s shoulder again. ��It’ll be alright in the end.” “And if it’s not?” “Then it’s not the end.”

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