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chanswhxre · 2 years ago

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hiiii🌾🤍🌹

I loved your sugar daddy felix smut...andddd i would like to ask(when you can,and if you want) you to do a sugar daddy felix x fem reader breeding kink,size kink ,praise kink a little bit of daddy pet name and felix calling th reader "sugar"(like a pet name!!🌟♥️) And at the end when reader finds out that shes pregnant and tells felix,he asks her to be his wife and they become husband and wife!!

Thank you!!!love you♥️🌾💋

-mimi

a/n: i've been busy lately so sorry if it took a while, mimi. i tried to put everything in your request, i really enjoyed writing this one. thanks for requesting, i hope you like it! xoxo -jan ♡

Birthday Special

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♡ Pairing : sugar daddy! felix x afab reader

♡ Genre : smut

♡ Word count : 3.1k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f & m receiving) cursing, size kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), creampie, pet names, the use of daddy in sexual act

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Today was a very special day for you. The day you've always looked forward to, your birthday, and Felix, your sugar daddy had something planned for the two of you. Before you met him, you'd just spend your birthday with friends or your family. You visited your family yesterday and promised your friends you'll go out with them on the weekend when they're free from work.

You were excited about the plans today, Felix told you everything is a surprise but as always, you can tell him anything you'd like to do today and your wish will be his command. It's always been like that for the past 5 years. Each year, a different surprise.

You had just arrived in Italy via his private jet and you're currently in a private car that was going to take you to the hotel that he owns there. He owned a chain of luxury 5-star hotels and resorts all over the world and apparently, this one was rated as the most romantic hotel to stay in during vacations or honeymoons in Italy. This was only the second time you'd come to visit it but the first time to actually stay in it. As you entered one of the most luxurious lobbies you have ever set foot in, the manager greets you with a smile and some champagne while a bellboy unloads your luggage.

"Good morning, Miss." the manager greeted. "Shall I lead you to your room?"

"Yes please." You said and took a sip of your champagne. You still couldn't believe your eyes, the lobby was huge with shiny, marble floors and elegant black, white, and gold walls, and the whole place was lit with a large, beautiful crystal chandelier. Everything is beyond expectations when you finally arrived in your room, the top floor suite, their biggest room and surely the most expensive one. You were welcomed by a spacious living area with velvet couches and chairs, elegant paintings on the walls, and a lot more expensive furniture.

"Mr. Lee will be joining you in the afternoon. If there's anything else you need, please do not hesitate to call." The manager said before he left. The bellboy also left your luggage by the door then you closed it. You explored the entire room, it had a small hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom, you entered the bedroom first, greeted by the king-sized bed and a balcony that overlooked Milan. It was already beautiful with sunlight, imagine if it was evening and all the city lights would probably look like stars. The bathroom didn't disappoint as well, it had a large bathtub, a jacuzzi, and a long marble counter with a hugely lit mirror. You couldn't help but be in awe of the place.

Felix texted you shortly saying that you could explore the hotel and use its amenities while waiting for him and so you did. You went to the hotel's spa, got a relaxing massage, ate a lunch at the restaurant, and went to the garden. It was truly a luxurious experience. After dressing up for your date with Felix, you stayed and enjoyed your tea in the garden when someone suddenly covers your eyes.

"Guess who." He says in a low, familiar, voice.

"Felix?" You said and you felt him smile by your ear. He laughs and then takes his hands off and walks in front of you.

"Happy birthday, my sweet sugar!" He greeted you with his sunshine smile. You quickly stood up to wrap him in your arms.

"I missed you, you know." You pout.

"I know, darling. But hey, I got you something." He smiled and gave you a little paper bag with a familiar jewelry brand logo.

"Thank you." You smiled and opened the velvet box containing the most beautiful diamond necklace you have ever seen in your entire life and probably the most expensive one yet. "Wow. This is..wah..I'm speechless!"

"Do you like it?" He bit his lip.

"Of course I do! It's beautiful." You said.

"Let me put it on you." He offered and he walks behind you to put the necklace on. He then kisses your cheek when he hooked it. "Perfect. Now, let's go shopping."

He took you to Via Montenapoleone to shop. The luxury shopping street of Milan where it is home to the biggest designer and luxury brands. One thing you liked about shopping was the unlimited budget you had because it's a special day but mostly, when Felix comes with you, he isn't that bored little puppy just following your tail, he's actually very interested and insightful. He picks out clothes for you, accessories, makeup, and lingerie that he thinks would look great on you. He's very involved that most of the time you forget that he's not your boyfriend but your sugar daddy. He picks mostly pink items because that man is absolutely crazy for pink items on you. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without women ogling at the handsome man.

"I like this one. Try it on for me please?" Felix said as he handed you a pink, silk dress and you obliged. His mouth dropped when you tried it on and immediately bought it for you to change into with a new pair of luxury brand heels. He even surprised you with a bag he bought from another store while you were busy trying on outfits. He literally is the best. After bags and bags of new clothes, shoes, accessories, and more, you both went to a 3 Michelin star restaurant that is owned by his brother, Minho Lee. You had a reservation in a private balcony of the restaurant which had a very romantic mood to it. You didn't expect to meet his brother there but you did. A fine, handsome young man just like Felix but older, you shared a few conversations while he leads you up the stairs and he recommended you their top dishes and personally offered you a bottle of wine before he leaves the two of you.

You and Felix ordered dinner, you took a sip from your glass of wine and took in the beautiful view beside you which is the city, and in front of you, which is Felix.

"Had fun today, darling?" He asked.

"Yes. I did. One of the best days ever." You said and you clinked your glasses. The appetizer was then served and you were already 3 glasses of wine in. A mischievous thought entered your mind while you took a sip. You took your shoe off and then ran your foot along his legs, Felix almost choking on the soup. He looked at you suspiciously but you blinked at him innocently. As he drinks his glass of wine, you couldn't help but stare at his adam's apple bobbing up and down, you just wanted to kiss him and mark his neck right then and there since it's been two weeks since you last saw each other.

The main course was served and you both savored your meals then your birthday cake was served, the staff sang you a happy birthday song and you blew your candles happily as they all clapped. You took the first slice of cake with white frosting. As you both ate, you purposefully ran your foot again on his leg making him look at you who was licking the thick, white frosting on the spoon while staring straight into his eyes. Felix cursed at the sight and stood up from his seat and walked to you, his cock was semi-hard and you could quite see the bulge it was forming in his pants.

"You've got frosting on your mouth, sugar. Let me clean that up for you." He said and his next move surprised you. You thought he was going to wipe it with his thumb and then lick it but he straight up licked it from the side of your mouth. He smirked when he saw your face, frozen in shock.

"So sweet." He said, his voice lower than usual it was sexy but it wasn't like you not to get revenge so without a thought, you pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips into him which caught him off-guard but quickly caught on. You pulled back breathlessly.

"Your lips taste sweet too." You smiled, eyes still closed.

"I wonder what else would taste so sweet." He smirked.

After paying for the meal, you both went back to the hotel. Felix couldn't wait and was already peppering you with kisses and marks while on the elevator. Once you arrived in your room, you found your way to the bedroom. Felix quickly discarded his clothes and you did yours. Once your dress hit the ground, Felix's mouth hung agape seeing you wear a new baby pink lingerie set with ribbons. His knees went instantly weak and his dick hard once you wore the cat ears you placed on the bedside table.

"Like what you see, daddy?" You looked at him seductively as you crawled onto the bed.

"Fuck, sugar. And here I thought I'll be the one giving surprises for today." He growled as he discarded his pants leaving his underwear on. "Can't wait to spoil you some more tonight."

You lay down as he positioned himself between your legs, his hard bulge in contact with your soaking wet heat. He kisses you, his tongue swirling with yours as you tangled your hands in his soft, dark hair. His hands travel to your right breast, index finger circling over the clothed nipple making it hard. You moaned into his mouth when he started grinding on you.

"M-more." You whimpered, the friction not enough to satisfy you.

"You look so cute and sexy in this but you look sexier without it." He says as he unclipped your bra. "Keeping the ears on though."

Soon enough, you were both naked. He trailed kisses on your neck and collarbone and even with gentle bites and sucking, you were sure it was going to leave marks. He caressed your boobs, he loved how his big hands perfectly cover them. He licks your nipples and gave them equal attention and you could feel the tongue flicks on your hard nipples down to your core. He licked his way from your boobs down to your dripping cunt. He glides his tongue upwards to your clit making you shiver, he holds your thighs in place as he laps at your pussy and then circled his tongue around your sensitive bud which made you moan more loudly than usual.

"You taste so sweet like sugar. I'm getting addicted." He moaned. He then sucked your clit which made you see stars and you could already feel the familiar knot building in your stomach.

"Fuck. Just like that. Please, daddy. I want to cum." You whined as you get closer and closer to your climax.

"Such a good little girl for me, saying please and calling me daddy." He said. "Cum for me, sugar."

He hungrily licked and sucked on your sensitive bud as he slowly pushed a finger in. He quickens the pace which pushed you to the edge and it all came crashing down on you. He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers as you rode your orgasm on his tongue.

"Thank you, daddy." You sigh in bliss but still aroused.

"Such a good girl for me." He said and caressed your hair with his clean hand.

You lifted yourself up and pushed Felix to lie down. You gave him a quick kiss before lowering your head to his aching cock. He looked at you with pure lust and anticipation and then you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your hands were cute and tiny around his huge, thick, hard cock that you could barely wrap your fingers around it which turned him on even more, and with the ears, you looked like the perfect little kitten you are. You gave him kitten licks, tasting the salty precum first before taking him inside your mouth. He couldn't fit inside fully that's why you had your hands assist you. As you bob your head up and down, your hands moved in sync making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He tangled his hands in your hair, pushing you to take him deeper into your mouth but a little gently not to destroy your small throat.

"Come sit on my cock now, darling." He said while he sat up to lean on the headboard and you obliged positioning yourself on top of him and slowly sinking on his cock. You screwed your eyes shut while you were shaking with him stretching you out to the fullest. "That's it, sugar. Take daddy's big cock in."

There was a little pain at first due to the stretch but then turned to pleasure once you started moving. His hands found your tiny little waist and started helping you move up and down, moans and profanities spilling out of each other's mouths. His mouth finds your nipples again, circling his tongue and suckling on them while you roll your hips on him, another orgasm approaching. He felt your cunt tighten around his cock and he knew you were close and with your walls fluttering around his cock, he knew he wasn't gonna last long. He flips you over in a second and your back was now flat against the soft mattress before he slams his cock into you at a brutal pace, hitting your g-spot in the process.

"S-so good." You whimpered and clenched his dick. He felt your cunt getting tighter pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, sugar. You want my cum, yeah?" He pants, thrusting deeper and harder.

"Want your cum inside so bad. Claim me, breed me." You moaned and locked your legs around his waist.

"Shit. You really want daddy to fucking breed you, yeah?" He said and that made you clench around his cock, with one last thrust, he comes deep inside you, strings of hot cum filling you up nice and full. He kisses you one last time before pulling out and immediately stuck his two fingers inside you before his cum could leak out of you.

"Fuck daddy, yes I'm cumming!" You screamed as he fingered you, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

"That's it, sugar. My good girl." He praises you while you creamed all over his cum-covered fingers.

You close your eyes in pure bliss as Felix went to get tissues to clean you up before he carries you to the extravagant bathroom, relaxing in the jacuzzi then doing another round and giving you mind-blowing orgasms all night long.

A few weeks later after that amazing night with Felix, you started to feel a little unwell. You stopped your travels for a while to rest but you felt worse than ever even after resting for a few days, you went to the doctor to get yourself checked. You haven't notified Felix yet, seeing that you might just be experiencing over-fatigue from the new workout routine you've been trying out and there's nothing too alarming about it but when you got yourself checked, the doctor told you your symptoms aligned with pregnancy. You even ordered two pregnancy tests in the lab and it was all positive.

You froze in shock not knowing how to react. You went home and thought about how you would tell Felix. There was something stated in the contract about this that in the case you get pregnant and he's the father, he would actually give child support but first he needed to run a paternity test to confirm. You abided by your contract terms of not seeing or sleeping with anyone other than him (for health purposes) so this baby is no doubt his. You couldn't sleep thinking about when and how to tell him about this and how he would react. Your phone buzzed and it showed a message notification from Felix.

My Sugar Lix 💗 Do you have plans tomorrow evening, sugar?

You Just staying at home. Why?

My Sugar Lix 💗 Let's have dinner tomorrow. I'll have my driver pick you up at 6. See you xx

And the opportunity presents itself.

The next day, you had gotten ready with your best outfit and everything. His driver picked you up promptly and you arrived at your favorite restaurant. It was surprisingly empty, Felix must have rented the whole place but what for? The two of you dine here often but he never rented the place out. You gulped, getting more nervous as you approached the lone table that was neatly decorated with petals and candles. Felix stood right there and kissed your hand. He pulled your chair out and you thanked him before you sat down. He jogs to his seat, smiling dearly at you. The two of you enjoyed a nice candlelight dinner. You gathered up your courage before speaking.

"I have something important to say."

The both of you froze as you said the words in unison.

"Go ahead." Felix gestured.

"No, you can go first." You said, trying to delay the inevitable. He shook his head.

"Now, that wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me now, would it? It's always ladies first in my book." He said. Well, he's not wrong. Of all the principles he sticks to, he never forgets this one and when you inhaled deeply, you just let the words flow out of your mouth.

"Felix, I'm pregnant." You said.

The moment of silence was deafening, his mouth hung agape with the shocking words that you just said.

"It's yours. I promise. We can take the paternity test stated on the contract or we can have an abo—" Before you could finish what you were saying, he ran up to you and hugged you before kissing you sweetly on your forehead.

"Sshh...I believe you, darling." He said before getting down on one knee which confused you more.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You asked him.

"I have been meaning to ask you something. I've planned it a few months ago." He said and pulled out a small, velvet box from his pocket.

"I'm totally confused.." you said, looking around all anxious. Is this what you think it is?

"Y/N, my sweet sugar, the light of my life for the past five years. I never knew I could meet such an amazing person after completely giving up thoughts about love and relationships but, I found someone I can see my future with, have kids with, and live a happy life with. Y/N, will you let me spoil you for the rest of your life?" He said and opened the small box, and there it revealed a beautiful, round-brilliant diamond ring that looked like it probably cost more than all his precious cars in total. "Will you marry me?"

Those four words were ringing in your ears. You knew you had fallen for this wonderful man a while back but you didn't know he did as well. So, without second thoughts, your answer is

"Yes!"

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somehow-a-writer · 25 days ago

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Drunken Accident {2P England X Reader}

It's been a week since that fateful day and (F/N) have been doing their absolute damnedest to avoid their friend and huge crush, Oliver. It's been hard, especially with how persistent Oliver can be but also because of how much it hurts. If only they hadn't agreed to that stupid drinking game Francois had come up with while they were last hanging out with Oliver and his brothers, this probably could've been avoided. (F/N) wasn't black-out drunk but they were just drunk enough to tell Oliver they had romantic feelings for the adorable cotton candy aesthetic Brit. When it finally clicked what happened and before anyone could do or say anything, (F/N) ran out of the house and back to their own with the heart-wrenching feeling Oliver wouldn't possibly feel the same. So once sobering back up, they decided to avoid the Brit at all costs to save themselves from the rejection.

What (F/N) didn't know was that after they left and everyone had processed what just happened, Oliver smiled as everything connected. He felt the same but never said anything due to not wanting to jeopardize their wonderful friendship. He sadly sighed, closing the front door that was left wide open before grabbing his phone, trying to get ahold of (F/N) in whatever way he could. No such luck though, the more time that passed, the more he worried. He knew he had to say something but was too nervous to say it in person, despite knowing what (F/N) had said. He even had asked his brothers for help, pleading for advice or even just for them to talk to (F/N) and invite them over, anything. Eventually, he realized it wasn't working. What neither knew was how much they both regretted their actions that night but were too anxious to confront it as well.

(F/N) looked at their phone, another text from Oliver, another sad smile creeping its way to their lips. "I'm sorry, Ollie… Please forgive me…" (F/N) whispered into their room, slowly pushing off the bed and making their way toward the closet. They threw on a (f/c) tank top with a (f/c) sweater over top and a pair of black jeans. Grabbing their bag and slipping on a pair of shoes, they head out of the house, making sure to lock up before heading towards a nearby park. It was one of those days where it was just cloudy enough to block out the sun but not be too chill nor expect rain, it felt comforting as (F/N) walked towards their favorite tree at the park. They say at the base of the sturdy trunk, leaning back into it as they pulled a book from their bag. They sat there for a while, just reading in content, occasionally physically or whispering verbal reactions they couldn't hold back.

Oliver shoved his hands in his pockets, walking through the park, lost in thought and trying to clear his head. He knew he need to do something but didn't know what nor that opportunity was knocking already. After a bit of walking around absently, Oliver noticed a family figure sitting under a tree, (F/N). He quietly made his way over, hoping they wouldn't notice as he got closer, thankfully they were too absorbed in their book to notice anything happening around them. Oliver sat under the tree as well, not right next to (F/N) but still close enough that they could see each other and were at arm's length. "U-Um hello poppet." Oliver greeted, albeit more shaky than he was hoping. (F/N) was automatically brought out of their book trance, instantly recognizing that cheerful British voice, even if it was more nervous than usual, they knew it was too late so they just stayed. "Hi, Oliver…" (F/N) quietly replied, placing a bookmark at their current pint before setting the book down and glancing at him. It's been a while since they used his name and not a nickname but it didn't seem right to use a nickname after that night. Oliver looked surprised for a moment, smiling gently when he realized they weren't going to run away again. "Oliver? You know you can still call me Ollie or anything else, poppet, you always can." He chuckled lightly before looking up at the (h/c), his gentle blue eyes meeting their (e/c) ones. "I have a decent idea of why you've been so distant recently… I can understand why too but love if you want to leave again I won't stop you but, let me say this first. I love you. Oh so much. With every piece of me, I absolutely love you (F/N). I didn't say anything that night because I was surprised and it took a bit for my silly head to catch up, I truly apologize for not coming to you sooner. I understand if you're upset with me or have moved on already or-" Before he could continue, (F/N) grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, cupping his cheek in the process.

Tears had pricked the corners of both their eyes, threatening to spill over, each for different reasons. They smile as they place a gentle kiss on his lips, Oliver's eyes widen before slowly closing and melting into it, placing his free hand on their waist. They pull apart after a bit, connecting their foreheads with smiles on their faces. Both silently let their tears fall, now with a new and similar meaning. Everything was soft, gentle, and calm now, words didn't need to be spoken to understand but it felt right to say something anyway. "I'm so sorry, Ollie. I love you to no end, forever and always. I-I thought it would be better if I didn't say anything after that confession but… I felt horrible for not responding… Oh Oliver, I'm so terribly sorry, could you ever forgive me for such stupidity?" Their tears only flowed more as they choked back a sob.

Oliver's eyes widen in surprise and he wiped away his now lover's tears, smiling warmly. "Now, now my dear poppet, there's no need to cry, it's quite alright. We both did stupid things from then to now but what's important is that we now know the truth and are together. Besides, I could never be upset with you for this, I can only imagine what you were thinking and feeling. I promise to make up that lost time to you, tenfold. I love you so much poppet, let's get you home and I'll make (f/f) for you, alright?" (F/N) nods, sniffling a little as they pecked Oliver's cheek. "T-That sounds nice… Again, I'm sorry Ollie…" He chuckles a bit, standing up and offering a hand to (F/N). "Please poppet, you have no need to apologize, everything is alright now. Let's head home, shall we? Oh- Would you prefer your house or mine?" (F/N) takes his hand, standing up with his support and grabbing their bag before the two begin walking home. "Yours. Whether the boys are there or not, it's such a comforting place to be." Their voice was still quiet but was brimming with happiness. Oliver hummed happily, noticing this and at the fact, they found his home comfortable. "Mmm well, I'm quite happy to know you enjoy our house, despite how my brothers can be sometimes. Once they hear what's happened, I know they'll be happy as well. They kept saying how weird it was you weren't over as much but whenever I asked for their help, they weren't all that helpful!" The brit puffed his cheeks, pouting at the memory earning a giggle from you. "I have a feeling that's about to change very soon."

Note: I wanted to write something cute and nice for 2P England since most of the one-shots I've read about him were all pretty much following the same plot; meet/already are friends with/have a crush on friendly Brit but don't listen to gut instinct, later get kidnapped then murdered to be used as ingredients. I know that's the most common headcanon for him and I am by no means hating on the authors but I do wish he got more variety in some works. I think he's quite an interesting character and could be the scariest out of all the 2Ps based on personal headcanons but ah, I'm rambling now. Apologies, I hoped you enjoyed this probably short chapter.

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patchesproblem · 5 months ago

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HELLO HI me again sorry it’s me the worm in your reblog do you have any einsla aus,,,,

HI YES. I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN SO LONG FOR ME TO REPLY.. My brains been fried and I've been having a hard time formulating my thoughts / being able to think straight in general. * Typing this in after the fact, I'm sorry if any of this comes off as confusing or unreadable. It very quickly turned into me rambling.

Insanity under the cut.

I have. A Lot. I'll list them and then I'll make a little section at the bottom about them!!

University AU

Herrscher Tesla AU (I have a lot about this and I think I still have your original ask about it in my ask box.. I'm so sorry I'll probably respond to it after this sobs.)

Half Life 1 / 2 AU (I actually have A LOT about this. I'll probably link my previous posts about this. Though I haven't updated on it in a bit so I'll still be adding additional information.)

AU where everythings the same except they have an immortal cat named S'more (she's a menace to society.)

AU where Karls alive. (Yes this I'm considering this separately. Leave me alone I miss him every day.)

AU where they're actually just living normal lives together.

RPG AU (Technically Elios, but I'm helping them work on it and writing a fanfic about it. Need to update it but regardless.)

Also I guess this kinda counts as an AU? It's canon compliant but I have an entire thing about post-lab 42 and them struggling to cope after the fact. It's more depressing than wholesome, though the herrscher one is depressing too.

Harvest Moon AU.

I think I have a few more I'm not remembering right now.. If I remember them I'll reblog this.

Also going to put the Herrscher AU at the bottom because it's extremely depressing and I know some people won't want to see it.

Also a lot of this will be a very brief / dumb down version of the AU's. This is mainly just because I don't know how many people want to read huge blocks of text.

University AU:

So essentially in this AU Karl, Planck, Joyce, Joffrey, Joachim, Elias, Tesla, Einstein, Schrodinger, Reanna, Elysia, and Eden are still alive. It takes place in modern times and is in a world where Honkai doesn't exist.

Tesla and Einstein met at university. They were in the same class together and eventually they were forced to partner up for a project, and they became friends / girlfriends through that. Tesla didn't really like her at first, but Einstein kept annoying her (affectionately) and soon she grew to like her.

Einstein was adopted by Karl and Planck (I need to make it clear this is not a ship thing. It's one of those 'they take care of her together' things) and was taught by the two of them. She often switched between living with the two, though she still saw both of them often. Joyce was also adopted by Karl along with his younger brother Joffrey. Joffrey doesn't really remember life before Karl, though Joyce still remembers some of it. He just doesn't like talking about it.

Explaining this because it's kinda important to the AU. Einsla, Schrodinger, and Welt all live together as roommates. Insanity ensues. They also have a little 'study group' they've named anti-entropy and have little pins on their backpacks.

Jobs just because I want to talk about it and I don't know how to segway into it:

Karl works as a psychologist at the university.

Planck teaches as a professor at the university.

Elias is the librarian.

Welt works at a cafe while he studies.

Elias is friends with Tesla and Einstein and he often asks them to watch Joachim for him whenever he needs someone to. Their relationship with him is pretty much the same as canon for the most part. They tend to take him places and sometimes take him to eat. Tesla also ropes him into pulling pranks on others (Welts often the victim of these.) He knows Joffrey and they're friends.

Joffrey is also watched by them sometimes, though it's mainly by Welt. There have been times where he had to let them watch him though just because he couldn't. Joffrey isn't really one to pull pranks and tends to stay quiet and sticks by Welts side whenever possible.

Schrodinger tends to stick to herself, though she does occasionally cause mischief. Her and Reanna are dating, so Reanna often comes over too. All of them are friends.

Karl and Tesla's relationship is a disaster (in a good way.) She was terrified of meeting him because of Planck, and she didn't want to leave a bad impression. Karl likes her though, and after awhile viewed her as family too. He's Einslas #1 defender and fan while Plancks their #1 hater.

Not sure where to add this, but the reason Elysia and Eden are here too is just because I really wanted to make Elysia and Tesla friends. Also because her and Welt are the first herrschers of their respective eras. I think Elysia and Tesla would get along really well.

I actually have a lot of scenarios about this AU if you're interested! Mainly just silly little short stories, but still.

Half Life 1 / 2 AU:

OKAY I HAVE POSTS ABOUT THIS (I'll see if I can find them later) BUT I LOVE TALKING ABOUT IT SO!!

Okay so: in this Tesla and Einstein are scientists working at Black Mesa, though the day the Ressonace Cascade occurred.

Some background information about their life before that:

Tesla had beef with Gordon Freeman. She did not like him. At All.

Tesla and Einstein worked with each other on projects, though they had no part in the resonance cascade.

They hated how things were being run at Black Mesa. They had actually just finished packing their equipment / personal items into boxes and were about to leave when the resonance cascade happened.

When the incident occurred Tesla had grabbed / threw herself over Einstein instinctively trying to protect her. They both ended up being okay, though they had cuts, scrapes, and bruises. They weren't in the same area as Gordon Freeman at the time, so they were farther away from the cascade.

They made their way to an area and met a security guard who was trying to gather the remaining survivors. A majority of them were hurt or dying, only a few of them were relatively unscathed. They helped the security guard out with taking care of the others, and they attempted to call for help before they realized the phone lines were down.

They volunteered to look for help so that the guard could stay with the survivors, and he gave them a map and took them to his station to give them guns and ammo (at this point they already knew that it wasn't safe.) However they tended to try to stay out of sight and not fight if able. Though Tesla did start getting creative and made makeshift grenades at some point.

It was easy going at first. It was around an hour or two into their journey that Einstein decided to pick up a headcrab and force Tesla to let it tag along just to mess with her. It was defanged so it wasn't dangerous. She Hated It. She was yelling about it and called Einstein insane (as any person would.) They did become friends though eventually.

They traversed the alien infested areas, though it wasn't always easy. There comes a point where either Tesla or Einstein (I haven't decided yet) nearly falls into radiation and the other grabs them along with the headcrab.

Along the way they slowly learn more about what happened at Black Mesa, and learn that the military is their enemy. They also learn that Gordon Freeman is somehow still alive and has made the military extremely angry and has killed a majority of them.

Their main goal was to get to the lambda lab, which they managed to get to with some struggle. Eventually Gordon Freeman arrives and they assist the other scientists with sending him to Xen.

In Half Life 2 they're working with Dr. Kleiner and Eli Vance. They too have a hidden lab where they conduct their own research. They still have the headcrab, and it's like a cat to them. Barney does not like it either, though. Barney doesn't really see them much since he mainly works with Kleiner, and he's still working for the Combine. Gordon would eventually meet with them.

I also had an idea where Welt was a high ranking alien / combine soldier but lost his memories, and because he looked like a normal person Einsla took him in. Schrodinger or Reanna would figure it out, and bust into their lab ready to kill him to protect Tesla and Einstein and make sure that the plan won't fail.

Eventually their lab was raided by the Combine, though it wasn't because of Welt. In fact he shoved them through the gate and told them to run. (He's fine don't worry.)

I have other ideas for the AU, but for the sake of space I'll leave it at that.

S'more AU:

S'more is a menace cat who's immortal. They're stuck with her. I'm thinking there was an accident involving Honkai at some point and they found her and took her in, later on realizing that she was immortal like them. S'more actually appears in quite a few of my AU's, I just don't talk about them much anymore. There are a few where she's a normal cat (mainly in the ones where Tesla and Einstein are just 'normal' people.)

Post Lab 42:

I'll elaborate more on this in a different post, but it deals with them grieving while dealing with their trauma.

Some important notes are:

At first Tesla locked herself away and couldn't bring herself to even be in the same room as Einstein or Planck. It wasn't because she hated them or blamed them, it was the opposite. She blamed herself for what happened (survivors guilt) and wished it was her that died instead of Welt. She felt like she failed to protect Einstein, and thought that she hated her even though there wasn't Anything suggesting that she did. (I actually have an old fanfic of Einstein waking up before Tesla and running to find her that I still hc.) Einstein was already hurting because of everything, and then having Tesla refuse to see her made things even worse. It wasn't until Planck forcibly dragged Tesla out kicking and screaming that Tesla came out. Anyways afterwards Tesla and Einstein were almost constantly glued to each other and if the other wasn't there they'd be scared and out of it. I don't know if any of this makes sense, but essentially trauma responses. If you want any clarification / explanation feel free to send another ask and I'll explain!

I had something else to put here but I genuinely forgot what I was going to say.

Harvest Moon AU:

I don't really have much written down about this. A majority of what I have was typed on my private Twitter and I don't really have time to go digging for it. If anyone's interested I can go looking for it.

Herrscher Tesla AU:

CW for death + Joachim potentially killing Tesla.

I'll go more in depth when I finally answer your original ask, but here's some of it.

During the second eruption Einstein was killed during the battle with Sirin, causing Tesla to lose it. Her anger, sadness, confusion, and grief consumed her causing her to become the third herrscher of the CE. I was thinking potentially the HoT? But I'm not so sure about it. I also thought about maybe having her take the HoR core, but I don't really think it'd work since the 301 (I'm counting Welt in there) souls have to approve of whoever they're going to.

She'd fight with the mechs, as well as her and Einsteins robots. I'm thinking she'd probably be wearing some kind of black mourning gown mixed with her black dress from the VN. I also think references to Einstein would be prominent, as well as subtler references to Elias, Reanna, Joyce, Schrodinger, and Planck.

Anyways she went on a rampage, swearing to destroy Schicksal and anyone working for them, and eventually her and Joachim fought. Her mind was so messed up by her grief and the honkai taking over her that she didn't really process who exactly it was she was fighting. He was still hurt at this point, not to mention still dealing with Sirin, and he was essentially paralyzed with fear.

I had a horrible idea that during their fight towards the end Joachim called out 'big sister Tesla' similar to what he called her in the VN, managing to make her flinch long enough to stop her from continuing her rampage.

I haven't decided if she died yet or not, but I'm not going to lie I think she probably would. The anger, grief, and the years worth of trauma are things Honkai feeds on, and Tesla just lost the most important person in her life. She gets badly injured during the fight, and at the end Joachims probably the only one by her side as she dies in the snow.

TLDR Joachim loses both his moms. Rip.

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Hi, this is my first time coming to your blog and ask a fighting question so... How to write a slow-mo scene where character B caught a bullet that is heading towards them (especially their face) with their own bare hands?

I got inspired by this one scene from an anime I've watched. Honestly, I don't know how to approach that cause this is my first time as well writing a combat scene and I don't want to make it sound lame. So, I figured that you would know...

I'm really sorry, I know I shouldn't asked that kind of question but seriously I'm drawing a blank here. And I really hope you could help.

So, this is going to be a difficult place for you to get your start. It's not truly possible to convey time compression in prose (or in sequential art.) This is really easy with films because you can just ramp the footage.

You can flatly state that there's time compression, that things are happening in slow motion, but I'm willing to bet you already tried that and it didn't work.

So, when you're writing a fight scene, you generally want to keep the language as simple and fluid as possible. There's a lot of skill to making this the best it can be, but a simple blow by blow is a safe starting point.

The more efficient you are with the prose, the faster the audience will read it, and by extension, the faster they will perceive it as occurring. More detailed prose, and larger blocks of text will slow the reader, and slow their perception of the passage of time. This creates a false answer for you, "clearly the solution is to just pad out the fight scene with additional detailed descriptions to slow down the reader, so they are perceiving the fight in slow motion." The problem with that approach is, it doesn't actually convey slow motion, it makes the fight feel slow.

There is a delicate balance when you have characters with heightened reflexes, where you can inject slightly more detail into the character's perceptions mid-fight, to convey the idea that they are processing information faster than a normal person.

This is also someplace where character knowledge can become a huge factor. A character with extensive knowledge of firearms may be able to identify the exact make and model of a weapon when it's drawn, while a less knowledgeable character might just identify it as, "a gun." If your character is not particularly knowledgeable, but has heightened reflexes you might be able to convey that by slapping a couple adjectives onto the gun when it's drawn or fired.

The other problem you, probably, encountered is that anime doesn't easily translate to non-visual media. Anime is an art style, and that informs the entire work. Not just, parts of it. Writing anime inspired works in prose can be challenging. You lose the visual cues that the art style informs, and as a result you're left trying to reconstruct without the art style that actually sells it.

It gets worse; Anime relies heavily on spectacle to sell its action. Simply trying to copy that without the visual component, can easily result in disappointing scenes. You're providing an excellent example of this. The visual spectacle of a character seeing a bullet coming towards them in slow motion and snatching it out of the air can be compelling. However, the text description undermines the character and the scene. They're no longer fighting to survive, and instead showing off. If you're trying to establish an anime superhero, that's fine, but if you're trying to maintain any tension to the fight, that will kill it.

It is possible to write anime style narratives in prose, however, this is not an easy starting point. It requires a fairly comprehensive understanding of the genre, including a lot of the subtleties in the way it is written, and the reasoning behind that.

So, while you can absolutely write that scene, pulling it off well will some pretty sophisticated work, a lot of skill, and a lot of homework. I would not recommend this for your first fight scene. I would instead suggest starting with something more contained violence.

-Starke

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 4 years ago

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 2)

[Donnie x fem reader]

Sfw, part 1 here

Intellectually, Donnie was the best matchup for their leader as today was sparring day. He'd gone against his oldest brother many times, sometimes even coming out the victor himself, but today was just not his day.

He held his staff with that iron grip of his and waited for Leo to come at him. Donnie was more on the defensive than any of his brothers; he had to be. Out of all he was weakest physically but superior in calculations, but he was missing range in this matchup. Leo had a hard time disarming him as his katana could sometimes get lodged in the solid wood staff, giving Donnie leverage to perform the finisher in the short time it took him to dislodge his sword. He thought this time would be how that would happen.

"You're slow today, Donnie," Leo said as he lunged at his brother with a swing of his katana, forcing Donnie to step back. He was too focused on blocking Leo's rapid succession of attacks to respond.

Leo reeled back to swing his blade again but Donnie parried and struck his arm with his staff, shoving it aside. For a split second, Leo actually thought he was fixing to go down by this move if Donnie could hit him again quick enough. But his brother hesitated in thought, and without any reluctance himself, he used his other katana to put him in a compromising position. The match was over and Donnie was forced to stand down.

"Why did you hesitate?" Leo questioned him, lowering his blade. Raph watched from the sidelines with Mikey as they prepared to go up next. Since Leo was the winner, it was Raph's turn next to spar in his younger brother's place.

Donnie huffed and dropped his stance, putting his staff away. "It's just an off day," he replied. Splinter wasn't there to dictate today's training session and tournament, so Donnie was already on his way out to go to his lab by the time Raph stepped up to spar. But Leo sheathed his sword and put a hand on Donnie's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"You've been pretty eager to run back to your lab lately," Leo said matter-of-factly. He was wondering what was going on, why Donnie seemed weirdly distant the last couple of weeks. He had gone through a very withdrawn phase in earlier times upon entering his teenage years, but now, he was legitimately making everyone guess. He didn't snap at his brothers, and he wasn't any more impatient than usual. But something was different. He'd been spending a lot more time holed up in his lab, which everyone began to notice. Leo wanted to know what was wrong.

Donnie shifted and shrugged, "Like I said, I've been busy with some projects. Also, it's not like I have much to do out here beside training and patrol."

Leo opened his mouth to speak, but Mikey jumped on between them. "You missed game night last week! You never miss it," he butted in. Both Donnie and Leo gave him a look as if to say really? and he added in, "Well, uh...not usually."

Gently moving Mikey aside, Leo wanted to continue, but he saw Donnie staring at him expecting a follow-up when he didn't really have one. Whatever this was, Leo knew that coming at Donnie with questions was not the way to go about it. So he stepped back and gave his brother some space.

"We all have off days," Leo said finally after an awkward moment of silence. "Just work on your speed, Don."

"Got it."

With that, Donnie turned to leave, and Raph entered the ring to go against Leo in the last match of the night.

Once Donnie was gone, Leo got ready to spar with Raph. As they got into position, he contemplated bringing this recent development up with the other two, but decided against it in the end. He didn't want to incriminate Donnie, especially with Raph's assertive approach to handling things. Donnie could be somewhat flighty at times when it came to resolving matters of emotion, at times a little too introspective, but Leo couldn't fault him—he had his own struggles with that very thing, too.

Done, finally, Donnie thought as he skirted into his lab and started up the game. He was late to the party quite literally; training lasted longer than he'd thought, and he was disappointed to see that his newest friend was online, but not responding to his invite. Did everyone get together and play without him? After a few minutes, he almost decided on giving up. The instance made him contemplate whether he even wanted to continue this. Perhaps he'd been too eager.

He sighed. And then the menu pinged, and he was there reading the message in an instant.

Hey, sorry I partied up without you, I just didn't know if you were gonna be on or not :/

Without even thinking, he licked his lips typed back, repeatedly deleting and retyping his message to make sure it was casual but not too casual, apologetic but not desperate—

It's okay, don't worry about it

Likewise sorry it took me so long to get here.

That would do. He'd be lying to say he wasn't feeling that flutter in his stomach; the excitement of something new got to him in a way that only a discovery in his research did, or how he felt when he mastered a new technique in his training.

Let's get started then :)

They started the game, and this time he kept the mic on, as she did. They talked back and forth as they fought creatures and enemies and looted things, eventually coming to learn that she herself was in New York City. He was surprised; suddenly, the world felt a lot smaller, and he couldn't concentrate on just playing after that. The time they spent became more of an opportunity to converse than to play a mundane game for hours on end.

At some point, she switched the topic to his whereabouts. Donnie's breath hitched.

"I'm...not anywhere near. So it doesn't really matter," he told her, cringing. If the guys found out—if Splinter found out—he would be in such trouble.

"Oh," she paused for a moment, trying to find something to say. "That's alright, I don't want you to feel like you have to tell me, you know?"

He'd muted his mic to release a deep breath. He got lost in thought thinking about how in that moment, he wanted to be human. If he weren't a giant mutant turtle, he could actually form a connection with someone. It was a very "Mikey" thing to think, he reckoned, but at times he wanted friends just like his brother did.

"Yeah, sorry, I just…"

"It's really no problem, dude."

He felt as though he could hear the smile in her voice. What did she look like, he wondered. He wanted to see her, but he couldn't ask for that when he could never do the same. If he could get her name, he'd be in the clear to do some preliminary lookups on this person, but so far, she'd been dodgy about sharing info about herself as well. He couldn't blame her. They were two strangers online, one with a huge secret and the other completely in the dark about who he truly was. For all she knew, he could have been a creep, looking to stalk her online and perhaps do even worse. The thought made him feel almost nauseous, how she could be considering that about him as a possibility as they spoke. But she seemed comfortable enough. Unlike him, who was still slightly skeptical of the entire thing, because after spending his whole life in practical isolation, he was at a loss as to what to say or do after a certain point. The conversation died off and both of them thought simultaneously about how weird the sudden silence between them felt.

She hummed, as if searching for something to bring up. When she spoke, he was taken aback—"Hey, I'm gonna be honest, I really like talking to you but this game is getting boring. Do you wanna chat somewhere else?"

"Uh…" he trailed off, mind shooting blanks. Oh, was it just a horrible idea. He couldn't keep the jig up forever; the truth was bound to get revealed somewhere down the line. He was fixing to reject the proposition, tell her that he didn't want to take it that far. She could be anyone. The likelihood of it being a clever ruse on account of the Foot Clan was slim, but the paranoia still worked ambiently in the background noise of his mind. But his other doubt stopped him—when would he ever have a chance at this again? He wanted to have the strength to say no and leave it at that. The loneliness that crept up on him from time to time had something else to say.

"Yeah," he answered after a terribly long pause of mumbling, fighting with himself all the way as she told him where to add her. He could have kicked himself had it not been for the fact that he knew how to encrypt data, and that as long as he didn't leak a word about his inner circle or life, it would be okay. It didn't feel okay, though.

"Nice! I'll text you, see you later, Bo. I had a lot of fun tonight," she chirped.

Before he could respond, she was gone from the party, and the mic went silent. It happened so fast. He was barely caught up with the fact that he was now receiving messages and prompts to talk, but he couldn't bring himself to answer right away. He had to refocus his logic; how could this be used by the enemy as a way to get to them? Could they have somehow anticipated he'd download this game and find this random on there? The more the thought about it, the more glaringly obvious it was that it was not the case. It was just too improbable.

"The probability of the Foot being able to simulate such a specific scenario in order to get intel on us is so slim, it is practically non-existent," he told himself as he finally pulled up the messages. He read through them. "Approximately a zero-point-zero-zero-zero..."

My name is (Y/N), by the way :)

Well, that was easier than expected. He figured that somehow, the name suited you—a fitting name for such a personality. But it also gave him a glimmer of hope. It made him want to ask why you appeared to trust him, as he could be anyone on the Earth over the screen, not his benevolent self. Which she had no way of proving, technically. But he soon came to realize the screen painted him in a whole new light that it casted on him. It hit then that he could be anyone. He didn't have to be himself; not necessarily. She'd never have to know, as he could wear a human mask and she'd be none the wiser. Problem was, the lying made him feel guilty, and slowly would develop to be the thorn in his side.

Donnie thoughtfully stared at the screen. Now that he was here, some of his anxiety began to fade. He found himself actually able to talk, someone to listen to his tangents and even build upon them. They spent hours texting back and forth about anything and everything until it was almost time for him to put the phone down to leave for patrol. He felt giddy, like a kid, all over again.

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Had you ever been able to talk to someone this easily?

You asked yourself that question as you exchanged with the faceless and nameless stranger over your screen, chatting from afternoon to night. Time flew by in an instant, with him, and you loved every minute. He was someone intellectual, but funny and so easy to talk to that it was as though the conversation carried itself. After some time he came out about his age after you revealed yours. Oftentimes, he'd just present to you a random question when the subject tapered off and run with it, like now:

What do you think of reptiles?

Puzzled, you took a second to reply. Odd question.

Why do you ask? Do you have one?

I was just curious

What do you think of them?

The chat indicator flip-flopped between "typing" and "idle" a few times before a message finally popped up, and you smiled. You'd learned over this short time that he was a dork in a cute way.

Well...I think they're pretty cool.

They've got natural armor and you would be surprised to know just how fast a turtle can be

You laughed a little to yourself. It was such a random thing to bring up, yet you were endeared. Deciding you'd go along with it, you asked him what else he knew about turtles.

Well...

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Donnie was wondering what he was talking about just as much as she probably was. Stupid, he thought, facepalming. His first time really speaking with a human as an equal and he starts talking about turtles. Of course he knew a lot about them, he was one himself—but for some reason he found himself wanting to dispel myths and misunderstandings about turtles as if they reflected on him, when as far as she knew, he was just a human guy like herself.

He groaned lightly and typed, thinking up a fact that wasn't too conspicuous.

Red eared sliders are semi-aquatic.

As he typed the next part, he caught himself writing "we" instead of "they", to his dismay. He quickly fixed the error and continued, feeling weirdly exposed as it was almost as though in sharing this information, he was putting himself under a microscope for her to inspect.

They can hold their breath for up to thirty minutes, usually

Holding his breath was something he'd tested numerous times before. He and his brothers had actually made a game out of it on a few occasions, with Leo leading at thirty-three minutes, Donnie in second at thirty-one. Raph broke at twenty-nine minutes and Mikey followed behind in last at just twenty-seven. The ability could be trained, nonetheless.

That's interesting, I wonder what it's like to be able to go underwater so long?

It's kind of cool, you should try sometime

For THIRTY MINUTES?

Shit. He promptly replied:

No—not like I can hold my breath that long, I just mean you should try to see sometime I guess

I tested it just for the fun of it.

Looking up how long humans could hold their breath on average (between thirty seconds and two minutes), he bumped the number up a little bit and added:

Personally, I'm at two minutes and forty-five seconds

He was embarrassed, partially covering his face as he waited for a response. Such a foolish slip-up; he couldn't afford to say anything cryptic. But he still was fairly sure that he had recovered that alright. He couldn't help but think about how awkward or weird he seemed to her. Who talked about this?

I don't think I could hold my breath for more than a minute, kudos to you haha

Anyway, sorry to switch gears all of a sudden but if you don't mind me asking, what's up with your family? You have any siblings?

He told her no. He would not bring his brothers into this, lest it be the slim chance of a ploy, after all. He said his family situation was unconventional and left it at that.

With that, he said to her goodnight and put his phone away, getting up to go get geared for patrol. It was only then he noticed the figure leaning against the doorway.

Chapter 3

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lilmissbeanie · 4 years ago

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Toru Oikawa x F!Reader

Song ~ One Way ticket - ONE OK ROCK

Genre ~ SFW Fluff

Word Count ~ 2.8k

Posted ~ 09/08/20

Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, the bright red number shone brightly in his room. Reading the number on the clock, he groaned, 2:19 in the morning rolling back over to stare at the ceiling once again. Sleep wasn’t coming easy tonight, if he was honest with himself, it didn't most nights, not since he left for Brazil six months ago.

The one thing that always sent him soundly to sleep was a twenty five-hour flight away. The twelve-hour time difference didn’t help as he knew it was two in the afternoon in Japan, also wasn’t a thing, they were a person and as much as he wanted to hear her sweet voice that always soothed him yet, he knew that she would be in a lecture right now.

To Toru Oikawa home was not a place, it was a person. That person was his highschool sweetheart. The girl that stood by his side no matter what, whatever the outcome of a game, she knew his true self, the one that wasn't this popular arrogant pompous prince facade he put up to protect himself. She knew the side that was a little broken, the side that doubted his abilities as a person and as a setter. The one who would stay up late into the night after she would listen to him whine about Kageyama or Ushijima so she could bring him freshly made milk bread the next day. The girl who would scold him for pushing himself too hard and hurt his need once again. The girl who asked him to teach her how to play volleyball and the rules.

The adventurous spirit he feels in love with that would try and convince him to join in her passion for adrenaline-filled adventure and sports, she would often scare him half to death when she happily run and jumps off a sixty-foot cliff into the sea, he could hear her excitable scream as she plummeted into the water to below. He was sure that she would be the death of him. His mind flashed back to the time they were at a cliff that was known that experienced rock climbers would visit and climb the wall, before they had gotten together, it was probably one of the moments he realised how much he was in love with her.

“Y/n, seriously what if you fall doing this and get yourself killed?” he asked as he nervously watched her walk along the base of the cliff her climbing sunglasses hid her e/c eyes, but he knew it held an excited glint as her fingers ran over the crevices, she would often grip them and try with footholds to see if that way was an excellent place to start. “Your parents are against this, you know this!"

"And you know I would do this either way. If it goes wrong and I die then no one can tell me off, and if it goes right then they’ll never need to know!” She grinned at him making sure her hair was tied tightly before her hands dipped into her chalk bag hanging from the belt loop on the back of her shorts before clapping them together removing the excess dust and began the climb. Toru spent the whole time at the bottom freaking out, she would often stop to work out where to go next or re-chalk her hands where they were beginning to sweat. When she was 3 quarters of the walk up the cliff face, he climbed up the footpath to the top to meet her. When he made it to the top. There she was already sitting down on the grass looking over the view in front of her.

“Hey Ru,,” She leaned her head on his shoulder as he took a seat beside her, the sun was low in the sky, nearly setting.

“You scare me so much with your love for adrenaline you know that right?"

"Sorry, I just love the rush,” She murmured quietly so as not to disturb the peaceful setting of the sun, as they sat there. It was the little things like this that he loved, just watching the sky turn from blue to have orange, yellows and reds dusked the sky, with the girl he loved resting her head against his shoulder, even if only half an hour ago she had given him heart failure, he knew she would never stop with her the love for adrenaline-filled adventures.

The ding from his phone brought him out of his memories, picking it up he was a text from her.

Lil daredevil queen 2.47am

I know you’re awake baby xxx

My king of the court 2:48am

How did you know?~ xxx

Lil daredevil queen 2.48am

Cause you are like me, you struggle to

sleep unless I am by your side (｡╯︵╰｡) xxx

She was right, he would often get out of practice when she would have been asleep, but she was scrolling through youtube or Tumblr and sending him random things to laugh at or smile at when he gets back to his phone.

My king of the court 2:49am

Want to have a chat? (⌒‿⌒) xxx

not even a second later, the screen flashed up with the contact picture for her. He loved that picture. It was her looking over the sea, her hair blowing in the wind and a surfboard under one arm. The red and white striped bikini hugged her body with a pair of red booty board shorts.

He ran his finger over the green answer button as he held it up to his ear.

“Hey, my lil daredevil.”

“Hey king of the court, I miss you.” Her sweet voice seeped through the speaker of the phone, and he sighed in contentment. It had been six months since he had seen her, held her in his arms, heard her voice in person, and it broke him. They both knew this was going to be heard being nearly eleven thousand miles away from one another, they couldn’t just drop everything and be by one another’s side like they used to be. Toru already felt incredibly guilty for the fact he couldn’t be with her for her birthday and Christmas was only three weeks away.

“I miss you too, my love. How was your lecture?”

“It was good, we did lots of things about knees and how to help them when they are in pain, so I can help you more now.” He loved the fact that she had taken sports therapy as a minor subject, so she could look after him, her major was anthropology. He still wasn’t sure how she managed to worm her way around the board to have these two subjects that really did not correspond at all with one another, but she did. “What did you want for Christmas?"

Y/n was known to get her Christmas shopping done early. "You?~” He questioned with a laugh, “I jest baby, as much as I wish we could spend Christmas together, but you know I will love anything you get me, so surprise me."

They continued to chat for a while before Toru finally yawned.

"I better try and get some sleep,” He yawned again,

“Oh, before you go, I won’t be able to talk for the next day or two. I have a huge essay due in a few days, and I want to get it done."

"Of course baby don’t worry, good night lil daredevil, I miss you, and I love you loads."

"Sleep well, I miss and love you too, my king.” He hears her blow him a kiss over the receiver before they end the call.

“Still no clue?” Y/n looked up and in front of her was her classmate, Tetsuro Kuroo, he was leaning against his car with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Nope, not any clue at all!” Y/n laughed as she walked towards him. “Ready?“ She grinned and nodded, jumping into the passenger seat as they took off for the airport.

A whole Twenty-five hours later, Y/n arrived in Rio, the heat was intense, she was glad that she was wearing shorts and a tank top, somehow managing to drag her two huge suitcases, with smaller ones on top, next to her she waved over a taxi and gave the drive Toru’s address. Her arms leaning on the open window as she watched the scenery outside it was stunning, she could see the emerald blue sea in the distance. The drive wasn’t too long, and she knew that when she arrived at his apartment, he would be at practice till late this afternoon.

Stepping out of the taxi, she was met by Toru’s landlady who grinned at Y/n, she knew she was coming, they had constantly been communicating for the past three weeks planning and keeping the secret between them Y/n flying to Brazil was a surprise for the love of her life of course. Paying the driver, she followed the sweet little lady to Toru’s flat. She pulled out the master key and pushed the door open. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the state of the flat, she apologised to the landlady who was shocked at the state clearly didn’t know what her boyfriend was like, he usually was pretty tidy, but training seemed to be keeping him so busy. Waving goodbye to the landlady, dragging her suitcase in the bedroom before setting to work on cleaning the flat, she had about eight hours to get this done. Grabbing his washbasket, she began collecting his clothes up that were strewn across the bathroom floor and sitting room, she put a wash on, hoovering, polishing the whole apartment before moving on to cleaning the bathroom. She washed the windows before moving into the kitchen which was the worst room of them all, dirty dishes, glasses, mugs, pots and pans all over the place. Once everything was clean, Y/n grabbed the spare key from the hook and headed to the local shop to get the ingredients for his favourite snack. While she waited for the dough to raise, she changed her top to a cropped loose front tie kind of floral wrap.

Eight a clock rolled around, and all Toru could think was coming home and get into the shower, he knew his apartment was a mess, but right now he didn’t care, and he was off tomorrow so he would do it in the morning and he would finally be able to speak to his Lil daredevil after she has spent the last day and a half doing that essay of hers.

"Olá Toru.” His kind landlady greeted him with a light knowing smirk on her face.

“Olá Beatriz.” He smiled at the little old lady, shrugging off her smirk, before sending her wave, watching her turn back around and continue to tend to the flowers outside the apartment block as Toru trudged up the steps to his apartment. As he neared his door, the smell of his favourite treat-filled his senses, it smelt just like Y/n’s. He must be craving it so much he must be imagining the scent of milk bread now, he tried to bake it himself, but it always seemed to go wrong or not taste anything like Y/n or his mums for that fact. He sighed sadly as he unlocked his door and pushed it open, to be greeted by a clean apartment. His jaw dropped as he stared around his apartment, wondering who the hell broke in and cleaned his apartment. The sound of water running made his head flick to the doorway of the kitchen. He slowly walked towards the sound, the smell of milk bread getting stronger as he approached.

A heavy thump caused Y/n to smile to herself before turning around, finding Toru standing in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

“Welcome home Toru.” She gave him that loving gentle smile, in a flash he had her wrapped up in his arms off the ground, peppering kisses all over every bit of visible sink he could causing her to giggle.

“You’re here,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck, continuously kissing the spot taking a deep breath in finding her smell the same as always, that sweet peachy smell.

“I’m here baby,” she cupped his face in her hands, planting a delicate kiss to his lips, “Go have a shower, you reek and by the time you get out the milk bread will be ready.” She pushed him away giving him a slight slap on his arse as he walked out the kitchen, jolting at the contact laughing, but as he got to the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder making sure he wasn’t dreaming, that she really was here, wearing a cute like apron her hair tied in space buns as continued to wash up the utensil she had used making his favourite food.

“Make sure you get those sweaty clothes in the basket please.” Waving the wooden spoon, she was washing up at him with a pointed look.

“Yes, ma'am.” He saluted with a cheeky grin before heading off to the bathroom, gym bag in hand. He put his sports kit and clothes in the now-empty hamper, he smiled, finding the clean teal blue towels hanging on the railing, clearly, the ones that Y/n had brought with her. He was still in shock that Y/n was here in his kitchen, she had cleaned his whole apartment and was making his favourite treat. He didn’t think he could love her more than he already did but in that moment he just fell more in love with her than he ever has.

Clambering out of the shower, he headed towards the bedroom where he found Y/n rather immense suitcases on one side. How long was she staying? Those two cases along with the two smaller ones most likely had all her belongings in. He pulled on some boxers and shorts before he wandered back towards the kitchen, rubbing his hair with the small hand towel.

“You moving in or something, with those suitcases baby?” He joked as he stepped through the door.

“Yep~” She replied, popping the p, as she got the milk bread rolls out of the oven before shutting the door with her foot and placing them on the cooling rack that was on the table, she watched as Toru took in a deep breath as he smelt the bread he seriously missed this.

“Brilliant!” He laughed, taking a seat at the table before he clicked that she wasn’t joking as he suddenly all but yelled: “Wait, what?!”

“I have transferred to the University of Rio, and I start after the new year. I’m here to stay, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving your side again.”

He just sat there gawking at her, did she really just drop everything in Japan to be here with him. “You didn’t drop everything in Japan just to be here with me, what about your parents or your friends?” Removing the apron, she placed it on the counter before leaning against it, facing him with a smile on her face that just reminded him that she really didn’t have a care in the world.

“My parents, as you probably guessed, we’re kinda against it, but they know that once I set my mind to something I’m going to do it, and my friends are your friends, they know how rough we have had it the last six months, we both have barely slept. We got so used to sleeping next to one another that sleeping alone doesn’t cut it. You are my home Toru so wherever you are, as long as I am with you I am home.” She walked around the table placing her lap as she draped her arms around over his shoulders, gently caressing his fingers against the bare skin of her hips, he had missed the smoothness of her sink under his fingers.

“You’re my home too baby,” He replied, kissing her with so much passion before pulling away, “Are you sure about this?"

"Yes Toru I want to be with you, and if it means being here in Brazil with you or in any other country I will always be by your side, I can do Anthropology anywhere, and I am studying Sports Therapy to look after you, and we both know that’s why.” Placing a kiss on his forehead, she watched as his eyes flickered around her own to find any kind of regret or lies. “I’ve missed seeing my king on the court playing volleyball where he belongs, and also this."

He couldn’t help but chuckle as she gestured to his toned naked torso with a wink, he had become even more muscular and defined in the last six months. Toru wrapped an arm around her waist as he hooked the other under her legs, hoisting her up as he stood up and headed towards the bedroom.

"Toru?!” She squealed her arms tightening around his neck instantly, knowing what he was planning.

“Now, now that’s not what you normally call me~” He smirked as he threw her down on the bed, she rolled her eyes.

“What about the milk bread?!”

“That can wait, I have something much more appetising in front of me .” He smirked hovering over her, his head lowing to nip at her sweet spot, eliciting those sweet sounds he loved and missed so much.

That night was the first time the pair of them slept better than they ever had in six months. They were home, back in one another arms where they belonged and where they always will be from now on. Together, Y/n had brought her one-way ticket home, and that is where she will stay with him, it didn't matter where they would end up on this planet just so long as they were together.

Home.

He was hers and she was his.

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Teacher!Tony wrong number au - Part 5

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“Shit,” Tony curses under his breath, a heavy feeling settling in his chest. He didn’t know that. How did he not know that? He hurries to say sorry, swallowing hard and hoping that he hasn’t just pushed Peter away. It’s bad enough that he’s probably made him feel worse by reminding him…

Tony hesitates before asking about his guardian, but he can’t just let something like this drop. Even if it seems like Peter would want nothing more. Tony sees red at the casual way Peter talks about being bullied. He hopes that it’s just for show, to tell Tony to back off, but if there’s even the slightest chance that is isn’t… He can’t have that.

Tony buries his face in his hands. He reads Peter’s text in a disturbingly resigned voice. One that would suggest that he’s been dealing with this for years. Tony feels his windpipe constrict at the thought. His hands begin to shake, and he can’t think clearly. Tony feels torn between running to Pepper, fetching Peter and talk to him, or just give in to panic. Tony’s brought back to himself by his phone’s buzzing. He has no idea how much time has passed, but it must have been enough to have the kid worried. When Tony sees the single word, ‘sorry’ on the screen, his heart breaks.

In the next few days Tony finds himself even more attuned to Peter than last week. The boy seems to be everywhere he goes – or is it Tony, who unconsciously follows him around? He also notices Flash more than usual, and fuck, that boy seems to be around Peter a lot. Tony never catches him bullying Peter again, however, and he can’t drag a student to the headmistress’s office just for having a mean glint in his eyes. Or at least that’s what he tells himself repeatedly...

Of course, he’d need to clear it with Peter, and he’s convinced that the boy wouldn’t let him. As it is, Tony’s dying to talk to Peter, to clear a few other things with him, too, but he knows better than to do that. For one thing, he doesn’t want that bullying shithead to notice Peter talking to a teacher for fear of him getting suspicious and taking it out on Peter. Tony knows how badly bullies want to make their victims feel helpless and despite hating himself for letting the bastard believe Peter friendless, he knows that for the moment he can’t do better.

The other reason why he resists seeking Peter out is the fact that Tony needs to figure things out himself, first. After spending so many days worrying about how he pays too much attention to the boy, ever since Monday he can’t shake of the guilt of not noticing him before. Well not him, but the bullying. At that, however, an uncomfortable sensation spreads through his system. It feels like alarm and desperation and it brings out his strongest defences. It took him years to learn and recognise the signs, but now it makes him stop and reflect. Finally, he admits that somehow it is about Peter, but for the moment that’s as far as Tony can get.

Friday afternoon he finds Peter sitting behind a wide tree at the edge of the parking lot, right next to Tony’s car. His immediate thought is that Peter’s hiding and in danger and that he’s been too late again. But then Peter notices him and greets him with an embarrassed but definitely happy smile. He says that he’s been waiting for Tony to thank him in person. Tony shakes his head in exasperation and repeats that no thanks are necessary, but he can’t help feeling warm inside at the thought that his support meant something to the kid.

Suddenly, Tony feels their silence become charged. He has no idea what brought about the change, and figuring it out would mean thinking – something that is almost impossible when his gaze is locked with Peter like this. The moment stretches on until – almost without realising it – Tony speaks.

“You are important, Peter.”

Shit, that wasn’t a thing to tell the kid when they’re standing at the furthest corner of the parking lot boring into each other’s eyes.

“Yes, like every student to every teacher,” Peter huffs and he turns away. Tony wonders if he saw disappointment on his face before the boy speaks again. “But you were the only one who noticed and cared to say anything about it. So, let me just thank you, please?” He sounds defiant and desperate at the same time and Tony finds himself answering without really thinking it through.

“I… I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that you are important to me. It’s impossible not to see what a good person and great talent you are,” and it’s impossible not to see what an abominable, truly despicable person you are, Tony Stark, he tells himself inside. “So, you see?” he wishes his voice wouldn’t sound so weak. “You have nothing to thank me for,” he finishes without adding ‘on the contrary’.

Peter flushes a deep red and tears well up in his yes. He blinks them away, gulps and then remains speechless for a few more seconds.

“Tha…” he starts. “Oh,” he stops, catching himself. “Um, what do I say, then?”

“Why don’t you tell me where you are headed, and I drive you?” Tony offers, deciding to think about it all later. Seeing Peter become so emotional over a compliment makes Tony more worried about him than before. Leaving him on the sidewalk in a state like that is simply out of the question. But Tony has no idea what the right thing is to do in cases like this and it bothers him. He dreads accidentally hurting the kid. But Peter seems to cheer up at the offer, or at least Tony thinks he hears excitement in his stammered thanks.

It turns out that he’s driving Peter home. Tony adds knowing his student’s phone number and home address to the list of things to chew over later, while listening to the boy chatter about a side project he works on and how he’ll have more time this afternoon thanks to Tony driving him home. Tony’s thoughts flash to the project on which he himself intends to make some progress this weekend but then he turns his attention back to Peter.

Despite how nervous he got when Tony offered to drive him, he now seems to be completely at ease, gesticulating animatedly while explaining the chemical formula he’s working on. A warm feeling spreads in Tony’s chest, but it doesn’t chase off the churning unease that’s been lurking ever since he found Peter in the parking lot. Has he been bullied today? Is he fighting to keep his tone light right this moment? No, his abandon and enthusiasm feel genuine. Does Tony dare hope?

Peter is surprised when they pull over in front of his block.

“Oh. Oh... But I haven't even asked you about your weekend," he says, face felling. "Can’t believe I talked all the way home. Sorry."

"Hey, don't worry, kid," Tony hurries to reassure him. "Your project sounds much more fun than mine. I’m glad to have heard about it. Have a nice weekend, Peter."

He expects the boy to get out, but he only shifts in his seat and looks at him with those huge brown eyes, expression bordering on fascination.

"You have a project, too? What are you working on?"

"I'm updating a program," he tries to make it sound the most boring thing imaginable. He hopes that J.A.R.V.I.S. – who's silently listening in the car of course – won’t get too offended.

"What sort of program?" The sheer amount of excitement in the boy's voice makes Tony sure that a) J.A.R.V.I.S's feelings will be all right and b) that his attempt at wrapping up the conversation has failed.

"Listen, kid, I just pulled over, here. Not exactly the best place to have a conversation," he says, realising that he’s genuinely sorry.

"Oh, right, sure,” Peter mumbles. “Thanks for the ride, Mr Stark. Have a good weekend." He scrambles out of the car and runs to the entrance without looking back.

Tony starts driving but doesn’t speed up. He glances back at the spot where they talked and wonders if he made the boy feel rejected. What should he have said? He actually surprised himself by telling this much to the boy, but that's not what irks him. He’s got fool proof cover-ups for J.A.R.V.I.S., after all. He just couldn't justify sitting in his car with a student discussing their plans for the weekend. That's not something teachers and students do. Driving him home was questionable enough... Not to mention that it definitely counts as a breach of his vow not to be reckless. Tony touches his forehead to the steering wheel and groans. The list of things to think about later is getting out of hand.

And just then his reflections are interrupted by text alert.

"Read it for me, will you, J?" Tony asks glancing at the sensor in the rear-view mirror.

"Message from (718) 594 8983" Tony doesn't recognise the number per se, but he’s very private about his phone number and has only one unsaved contact who texts him. The one he just dropped home.

"I didn't mean to pry about your project. I'm sorry,” he hears in J.A.R.V.I.S.’s soft voice, so unlike Peter’s.

Tony groans. His suspicions were right. The boy took it as rejection. He’s probably sitting in his room right now, worrying about being inappropriate… Sparing only a second to be angry with himself, Tony speaks.

"Answer, please. You didn't pry. You are welcome to ask me all about it some other time. Enjoy your week-end. Send."

God, that boy needs to chill. And what does Tony need to do?

***

Thanks for all of you who follow this story :) I hope you still enjoy it.

Also, just to be clear, Pepper is the headmistress.

Part 6 is out now

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