#and i really need to stop forgetting chunks of it and go like 'wait did this happen'

[microsoftmeyer]

do you all just have random spurts of motivation that disappear in like. 10 minutes. cause that happened to me yesterday at 10 pm and i wrote two pages of my books lore before i took a break, looked forward and said 'nah forget this, i want to go bundle up in my blanket bye'

[eternitas]

So by now a good chunk of people have watched @quinton-reviews Video series (or as he calls it :'Mini series' lol) discussing Fred, iCarly, Victorious and now Sam and Cat.

One thing that just wouldnt let go of me (and I also made a comment on that) was a moment in iCarly he talked about in which Sam and Freddy as a couple have to deal with Freddies mum trying to seperate them. It all goes so far that Freddie finds out that Sam manipulated his application to a summer camp so he would be rejected.

I wont go into much more detail but lets say that Sams reason is not fully... Understandable here.

Now mind you I have only wwtched quintons review and never seen that particular episode myself, but their "fight" really bothered me because it seemed like a completely botched moment where they could've inserted a real character moment.

So. Here is my 5 minute first draft of "how it couldve gone" in scipt form

DISCLAIMER: I do not have a proper grasp on these characters so its likey that this is very out of character. But then again, the writers didn't do them that well either so-

[Scene: Sam and Freddy are upatairs in the iCarly studio, having an argument after Freddie found out that Sam is responsible for him not being accepted to the summer camp. They are alone in the room]

F: I want to know WHY sam!

S: because-- i was mad at you

F: for what?

S: remember when I asked you for the time and--

F: that can't be the reason.

S: it is!

F: Sam, tell me the truth right now or I am leaving!

S: no wait! Wait, please don't go-

F: ...

[Freddy is taken aback by her sudden display of panick and it knocks him out of his own anger. He becomes soft]

F: Sam. Please tell me why you did that. I want to understand.

S: because--- i don't want you to go.

F: but WHY

S: because I need you.

F: need me how?

S: I dont know! It's... Easier with you. Everything is. Like it is with Carly but different. You make things better.

[She sits down defeated and lets her head hang. Freddy hesitates then sits down next to her]

F: Like Carly?

S: yeah but differently. She makes things less awful and problems less.... Bad. She gives me a place I can call home. And you're giving me something like that.

F: being with me grounds you

S: yeah that.

F: ...

S: Please don't leave me.

[ Sam tears up and her voice breaks. Freddy pulls her close so she can lean onto him]

F: I'm still mad. I get now why you did that, but that doesnt mean that I will just forgive you and forget this. I really wanted to get into that summercamp.

S: I know.

F: It's not just a camp I really want to go to. I'd get some space from my mum.

[Sam sits up and faces Freddy with realisation.]

F: I could've had a summer without her constantly being around me. Not that she wouldn't try to still visit and call all the time. But that's not an option anymore.

S: I--- I didn't know.

F: yeah. why didn't you talk to me?

S: because! ... I didn't want you to see me as clingy. we weren't dating and I didn't want you to know what you mean to me.

F: but if we cant talk to each other then maybe we don't even have a friendship we can rely on!

[It grows quiet and freedy stands up. Sam tries to reach for him to sit back down but he manages to escape her.]

F: I'll go get Carly for you.

S: Freddy.

F: You seem to have no trouble talking to her.

S: Freddy!

[Carly comes in and stops in her tracks looking from freddy to sam and back]

F: I'll be going.

C: Freddy-

F: I'll text you. Take care of Sam.

[Freddy leaves without being stopped and Sam tears up again before anger gets to her and she starts to become violent in frustration.]

C: Sam! stop it!

[Carly manages to wrangle Sam away from her destruction and hugs her while Sam breaks into sobs and clings to Carly.

Black]

----

And then we get a full second episode of sam and freddie being awkward with each other and trying to mend their relationship.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the WIP asks 😊

🌀❄️💧🌩️

Hiiii, thank you so much!!!

Unfortunately, there's no Enigmatic Confections in here, because I'm behind on that and there's not really Teslen either, but... 😅

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

This is for a one-shot where the summary has been bouncing around my brain:

A fellow doctor had once told Helen that every person you failed to save became a link in a chain. One that you carried around your neck for the rest of your days, their names engraved upon them. Well, Helen's chain was long enough to throw over a branch and tie a noose.

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Here's a chunk from the Sanctuary Clans + Marriages WIP for you.

Only then did Helen raise her gaze to look at herself in the mirror. She certainly looked the part of a princess, though she seldom had need to dress like this. A crimson dress that hugged her frame to her hips, showing cleavage but not too much. A matching ruby necklace sparkling above the neckline, her hair pulled partially up with the pins, the circlet glinting in the light. Helen took a deep breath, fiddling with the circlet that was so seldom required, she could not even remember the last time she had worn it. "You look lovely, Princess." She tilted her chin up, not finding the words reassuring as they were most likely meant to be. But it was true. She looked beautiful. Regal. It would do. "Thank you." Helen departed her chambers, heading down to the hall. A few of the handmaids went with her, but their presence stopped at the doors. The hall was already crowded with her people, her father waiting for her at the head. Gregory's face was expressionless, but when his eyes landed on Helen, he smiled just a bit, the look fatherly and proud as he stood. "You look beautiful, sweetheart." Gregory kissed her forehead gently. "Thank you, Father." Helen took her seat, knowing that the suitors had arrived by now and would shortly be making their entrances. The thought made her tighten her hands in her skirt, because she wanted to ball her hands into fists so tightly that she cut into her own skin. But she smoothed her expression and waited, thoughts swirling. She may have been nervous, but Helen had already formed a planned of how this would go. She was nearly a queen--there was no reason to let these princes forget that for a moment. Whichever one she chose, their ascension would be due to her. That was something that she could use as well. Nice was not a part of this equation. Happy was not the intention for the outcome. This was political and she would treat it as such. And once they were married, they only needed to act married when they needed to conceive an heir or two. Boys or girls, it wouldn't matter for her clan. It didn't have to be a marriage in the traditional sense. It certainly wouldn't be a romance. Helen waited as her father quieted the court, keeping her gaze fixed on the door, wondering when the delegations would enter. She was already getting restless, despite the fact that she was trying to keep herself still and calm.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

We're between unpublished romantic/hot/sweet bits in the WIPs right now, at least in ways that aren't big reveals. So...

Teensy flashback from Helen/Ranna + Island, which I think is sweet because of the baby.

"There we are, darling. There we are." Ranna said to Ashley as she cradled the baby to her chest. Helen smiled at the sight, wishing she had some way to capture this sight other than her memory. Most of Ashley wasn't even in the water, but she seemed more than to content to curl against Ranna's skin, eyes squinted open. She gurgled and shifted. "I think she likes it." Ranna said, smiling. "I believe you're right." Helen leaned back in the water, thinking that a long was probably a good idea. While Ashley's birth hadn't been particularly difficult, she still ached and it was nice to relax in the hot water and feel properly clean. She closed her eyes, listening to the water, Ashley's quiet cooing, and Ranna's humming. Sounds that sooth the soul, though the thought seemed overly sentimental.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

Oh god, none of the WIPs are at funny points, really, uh... uh.... this is amusing, maybe?

Here's a bit from my Helen/Ranna Island AU with small child Ashley:

Helen had rather naively thought that Ashley's questioning about babies would be over because of her silence. She hadn't taken into account that Ashley's silence may have simply been because she was digesting all the information she had just learned. "Babies grow in mummies' bellies?" Ashley said now, as Helen chopped vegetables to toss in the stew. "They do." she confirmed. Ashley glanced between her and Ranna. "Whose belly did I grow in?" Helen paused, because it hadn't occurred to her that Ashley might ask. But at least Ashley seemed to understand only one could be involved. "Your Mummy's." Ranna answered, cuddling Ashley closer for a moment. "Really?" "Yes." Helen said, resuming her chopping. Ashley's blue eyes were round now and she tipped her head back to look at Ranna. "Why not yours?" Helen's stomach jolted unpleasantly and Ranna's huge eyes met hers. They really should have thought of some explanation for instances like this, when Ashley was asking questions. She was too young to understand. What were they supposed to say--Your mummy loves three people and your mommy only likes women, so there was only one option? "Did you not like me?" Ashley asked Ranna. "Sweetheart, I loved you from the moment your mummy told me about you." Helen's mind was rapidly trying to come up with an explanation that did not involved men in any way. "Well, Ashley, we both wanted you, but only one of us could...grow you." Ashley perked up. "Did you flip a coin?" "Yes." Ranna said before Helen could respond. "Ohh." Ashley seemed to find this very reasonable. Helen gave Ranna a look as Ashley slid out of her lap and walked to join her in the kitchen. Ranna shrugged, spreading her hands slightly. "Mummy?" Ashley looked at her with eyes that were still gleaming with curiosity. "Yes, darling?" "Next time there's a baby, can I watch it be born?"

Hopefully I'll get more Teslen/non-general emotions stuff done soon. 😅

[duhragonball]

Goku’s Fire Brigade

Folks, it’s the 2023 Dragon Apocrypha Liveblog, and it’s starting right here, right now!  

If you’re familiar with this blog, I liveblogged all of Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z in 2019.  Naturally, a few people asked if I would be doing GT and/or Super next, but I had to tell ‘em no, because I just didn’t have the time or motivation to extend it out that far.  Later, I sat down and counted out all the specials and extra stuff and things like that, and as it turns out, when you add it all up, you get a pretty big chunk of material.   Not as big as DB(Z) but comparable to it. So I decided that it needed to be a separate liveblog for a whole other year, and that year has arrived!

I don’t want to give away everything I’ll be covering, but rest assured that Dragon Ball GT and Dragon Ball Super will be a part of it.   Beyond that, this is mainly a chance for me to sit down and check out a few things that I’ve never watched before.  And so I’m gonna start things off with Goku’s Fire Brigade, a public service video from 1988.  There’s another one about traffic safety, and as far as I can tell, they both aired on the same day, so I have no idea which one came first.   But this one has fire in it, so it seems like a better choice to kick things off.

Since it’s New Year’s Day, let’s set the mood with some cool music.

Okay, so this is a ten minute video that you can probably find on YouTube just as easily as I did, but here’s the story: Goku hates fire.  I don’t mean he’s afraid of it like Frankenstein, I mean Goku’s gonna kick fire’s ass.  This video opens with a couple of kids setting off fireworks on a playground, and one of them falls over where Goku is doing martial arts stuff.   He sees it and quickly stomps on it to put it out.  Then he notices...

OH SHIT.   Yeah, another firecracker fell into a wastebasket and ignited all the trash.  Luckily, Goku just pounces over a bush with a bucket of water, and dumps it all over the can to put it out. 

Then Goku lectures the two kids about fire safety.  I really thought this would be a boring little PSA, but I am blown away by Goku’s all-business approach to this role.  When we first see him, he’s just wearing his fighting clothes and doing his usual training stuff, so he’s the same character we know, but in this world, when it comes to fire, it’s on sight.  Goku’s not here to clown around, which is aces with me, because I love me some Serious Goku.

Let’s go over all of Goku’s advice, because some of you may need to know this stuff.  Hell, I bet some of you are on fire right now. Look, I’m flattered that you want to read this, but seriously, stop, drop and roll.  Those of you who are not currently on fire, consider the following fireworks advice:

Have an adult present.

Prepare a bucket of water.

Do it in a spacious area, not on a crowded playground where you’re liable to hit Goku with one of those damn things.

Don’t set off fireworks near flammable things, like that trash can from a minute ago.

The kids wonder how Goku is so knowledgeable about fire safety, and he explains that he’s with the town’s fire brigade.  Today’s his day off, but fire never takes a day off, as we learn when we hear sirens in the distance.  Turns out Goku’s buddies are responding to a blaze in another part of town. 

Turns out this fire was caused by the father of the household falling asleep in his chair while smoking.   The kids observe that cigarette butts can be scary, but Master Roshi points out that there are plenty of other things that can cause fires, like forgetting to shut off a stove burner or an iron, children’s mischief, or even being careless with fireworks.   The kids are still embarrassed about that one.

That night, they read the riot act to their parents, who smoke in bed and neglect to shut of the gas valve on the stove.  Goku’s no-nonsense attitude is rubbing off on them.

The next day, we check in on Bulma, who is rocking a hot pink shirt with neon green pants.  Wait, this isn’t Capsule Corp., what’s going on here?

She has a cat in this apartment, which she calls “Tama”, just like the black cat Dr. Brief has in the main show, but this one looks different.  It’s like they redesigned Puar to look more like a regular cat. 

I should pause here to discuss the continuity here.  This video aired on June 8, 1988, the same day as Episode 115 of the Dragon Ball anime.  That would be the one where Goku and Yajirobe set out to find the sacred water Goku would use to increase his strength to defeat King Piccolo.  So the characters in this video look a lot like they do in the King Piccolo saga, but obviously the details don’t line up.  This isn’t West City and it’s not clear that Bulma even knows the others.  It’s more like a dramatization with the DB cast performing their assigned roles. 

So Bulma’s in her apartment cooking breakfast, when she steps away to feed her cat.  That’s a bad move, but it gets worse because an earthquake suddenly hits, and she slips on the cat food and hits her head on the way down. 

And Bulma didn’t close the lid on the bottle of cooking oil she left on the counter, so the earthquake causes it to spill onto the stove, where it ignites. 

Fortunately for Bulma, those same two kids are passing by on their way to school, and they know to call 119.  I should point out that the translator’s note in this screenshot isn’t entirely accurate.  I looked it up, and while 119 is an emergency services number in Japan, it’s only for fire and ambulance services. For the police, you have to dial a different number, 110.

Here’s a cool shot of Krillin to the rescue, but it turns out the ladder on his fire truck isn’t long enough to reach Bulma’s apartment, so Goku steps in and uses the Nyoibo.

He joins Bulma on the balcony and tells her to climb on the pole while he saves her cat.   There’s a dirty joke in there somewhere but I can’t be bothered.

Speaking of dirty jokes, Master Roshi is very excited to catch Bulma on her way down.  Because she is a pretty lady, and catching a person is sort of like fondling them for like a second.  How does he even know she’s pretty?  He couldn’t have possibly seen her from all the way up there.

Anyway, Yamcha shoves him aside and makes the catch instead.  Kind of looks like Bulma might have broken her neck there, but this is a video about fire safety, not how to catch people.

As for Bulma’s cat, Goku finds it and just jumps out of the apartment and onto Krillin’s ladder, like a badass. 

Then he helps put out the fire.  I really like this shot of him with the hose. 

Once the day is saved, Bulma is told to be more careful, and the kids thank Goku for his help the other day, but the others weren’t there for that firecracker incident, so they have no idea what they’re talking about.  And the kids are too embarrassed about it to explain, so Goku just has a laugh to himself.

After that, we get an outro which is just “Mystical Adventure” with different vocals.  The lyrics have been modified to include fire safety tips, and there’s clips from this video interspersed with the usual OP animation. 

And that’s all.  Not a whole lot to this one, but it turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected.   Next, we’ll tackle the traffic safety one, but I gotta say, the bar has been set awfully high...

[stingslikeabee]

❛  you are better than i am.  ❜

the Princess Bride starters . accepting

It had been a stupid accident - a drunk customer had knocked off a bottle of wine from the table he was seated at, and it had broken into several tiny pieces upon impact on the floor. It had been around closing hours, just a moment after Ladybug stopped to say hello - and he didn’t even pause to consider not helping, immediately kneeling on the floor to try and pick up the bigger chunks of glass before it cut any of the girls.

As expected, he ended up hurting himself in the process.

Melissa had taken over with a broom to sweep the remains of the wine bottle away, and one of the girls brought a vacuum cleaner shortly afterwards to ensure they would leave no trace of anything on the floor that could end up wounding anyone later. As the women from the club started to change and go home, the brunette took the opposite route - she had Ladybug sit in one of the chairs in her small office, bringing a first aid kit over next.

The woman did not even ask if she was allowed to patch him up - she just did it, almost like a second nature. In all honesty, Melissa was used to doing it by then; the blond man tended to be some sort of protector to her and take the bulk of the bad things that sometimes happened around the brunette. Ladybug had already saved her from a motorbike accident, pushed her off the way of a flower vase that fell from a window, avoided a couple of incidents with rusty nails and other sharp materials whenever they took shortcuts through derelict buildings and passageways - he was like a guardian angel of sorts.

Too bad he ended up hurting himself in the process - reason why Melissa had started carrying around band-aids and other emergency supplies just in case something happened. But on that night, the odds had actually been quite good: the club was well-equipped to deal minor injuries from the work place, and the cut on his left hand was really no big deal - it was mostly to prevent any infections and ensuring he would recover in no time.

“You are better than I am,” he commented with a grin as he watched Melissa wrap the gauze around his fingers, the ex-hostess being as delicate as she could but not forgetting to add some pressure; she chuckled at his observation, and paused to make a ridiculously cute knot when she was done, very cartoon-like. As a finishing touch, the brunette placed a soft kiss over her work, and then raised her head to look at her impromptu patient.

“I better be - I have two good hands, you’d have only one if you’re cleaning this up yourself. It helps when you don’t squirm like a kid, Chris,” she retorted, using the name given to him for that week with a grin of her own. The first time she had helped Ladybug with anything, the woman had actually sat on his lap and ordered him to entertain himself with anything in his line of sight - she needed him quiet and motionless and he was not helping.

As Melissa correctly predicted, an unobstructed view of her neckline did wonders.

He offered a toothy smile to the former hostess, the sort that could change the mood of an entire room; it made her breathing catch in the throat for a second, but the club owner nevertheless got up, putting the supplies of the first aid kit back into their box - her gestures made Ladybug frown, and he sounded like he was on the verge of pouting as he spoke up next, “Wait - I don’t get a reward for being a good patient?” 

“Hmmm. I think we have some leftover candy from Halloween, I could get a lollipop for you? It would be a fitting one,” Melissa offered with a smirk herself, busy with returning the small kit to the drawer where she kept it in her office. Ladybug laughed at her commentary - a genuine and amused sound that was so pure that it had his companion snickering in return. The idea of a grown-ass man like him sucking on a lollipop was just too good.

She had half a mind of doing it - actually going to the bar and hunting for the candy, but instead... Melissa returned to his chair and gently pushed him down; the American had been about to stand up to leave since he had assumed them to be done, but his friend clearly had different plans. His impossible blue eyes searched her face - and soon enough the look of confusion gave way to something more eager.

He knew her enough - once one learned to interpret the different types of smile that the ex-hostess had, it was not impossible to predict her moves. That one, right then, meant she had very specific ideas about what she wanted of him - or better yet, to do with him. The fact that she kneeled on the ground next and found a comfortable spot between his legs made everything pretty obvious, as well as the way her hands started to work on his jeans.

“You know what - the lollipop gave me an idea. You have been a good patient, that’s true; you also were very courageous picking up the broken bottle to spare my girls. You deserve a double reward,” Melissa sentenced, linking liquid honey irises with summer sky ones, “Konishi is still out there, though,” she winked next, absolutely uncaring for that fact despite her words, “Try not to be too loud for his sake, hm?”

[mood2you]

all my currently reading or started

This

This is why I said I should drop em all (except D Gray Man which I have to return today)

Missing Person by Sarah Lotz - 181 - I just stopped at part 2 so hopefully it will be getting good. It's the book I read when I go to the library. I think, despite this book's length, it needs a lot more filler/crap/nonsense. I want to be sitting next to Chris and Shaun, honestly.

Data Detective by Tim Hartford - 150 - Another book to read in the library. I like reading certain nonfictions, not even as though I was interested in data I think as long as the book is written a certain way.

France Fin De Siecle - 9 - Well the cover is pretty. No, I just have people over.

D Gray Man - 61 - Noooo I have to give it back to the library I like forget it's there... How do you read manga anyways do you read one chapter a day? This is like poetry where I avoid it because I want to "savor" it what does that mean? Do I have to have a sketchbook open to read it? Some manga are things I do not want to study for my style. And also that's not what reading is. D Gray Man looks really nice though. I do think I like manga about, like, demons and ghosts and D Gray Man is very interesting if every demon is like the first chapter how, like, the husband and the wife made the demon together that's some kind of "I did it for love" deal like Orestes and Euridice or whatever. I want to see a child turn their father into a demon to get him back, you know, there's a lot there, every kind of love that can make a demon. And I like the devil guy, the earl guy, he looks like the Blue Meanie.

Game of Thrones - Don't Care - It's so boring when I was reading it in the library my eyes were drooling like a cartoon character. It's like reading a textbook. But I wanted to read it becaues my dad got me this terrible looking book with a throne of swords on the cover. It is ruining my GoodReads agthorithm.

L.A. Weather - 150? - I turned this into a library-only book because I was going to read it in real time in chunks but this time I went and it wasn't there.

Interview with the Vampire - 24% - I got the omnibus from Libby in ebook format and it must be the world's greatest literature because I actually got 24% into the first book despite it being an ebook I let the loan lapse and now I'm back in the wait list and it sucks.

Dead Until Dark - 15 - It's actually so good and it's small it fits in your pocket.

Nichijou - 50 - Just started it. It's alright. the jokes feel forced but it might be that not all the puns come through. A piece of salmon fell on her head?

The Metamorphesis - 10 - I'm at the part where he says this time I really will do it, I will get up and get on the train, this time for reals, hup. Hup. Okay this time I will. I want to see him on the train but it may not be that type of story.

Hulabaloo in the Guava Orchard - 15 - This one I do want to read, I might bring it on my trip.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Matching Bracelet’s: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1.2k

description: Eddie and Serafina were best friends and in love with one another in middle school before she moved..Now almost six years later Eddie learns that she’s back.  

"You like my bracelet Henderson?" Eddie asked Dustin who had been staring at the chunk of silver for the last twenty minutes.

"I do... it just looks a lot like the one our friend Serafina wears." Dustin said making Eddie stop eating because he hadn't heard that name in ages.

"She's in town?" Eddie asked because the last time he saw you was in middle school before you moved to California and you two lost touch.

"Yeah she moved back over the summer, I think she mentioned something about taking care of her grandpa." Mike said shrugging his shoulders as Eddie sat there processing the info about his first true love being back.

"Did you ever ask her about the bracelet?" Eddie asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah, all she says is that someone special gave it to her a long time ago and if you wanted to know she lives next door to Mike." Dustin said.

Eddie nodded his head as he couldn't believe that she was back after all these years. The two of them had been best friends before with Eddie being a year ahead of her, but promising to show her the ropes when she got to high school. He remembers how heartbroken he was when learned that she was moving because of her mom's new job and he remembers giving her the bracelet as a way to confess his feeling without really doing so.

"That way we'll always be together and you won't forget me." He said clasping the bracelet around your wrist.

"As if I could ever forget you, Eddie. I'm going to miss you." You said wrapping your arms around him slowly fighting the tears.

"I'm going to miss you sweetheart." He said tightening his grip on you as he fought his own tears.

Eddie was nervous, to say the least as he stood by the van waiting for Dustin and Mike to get her. I mean would she even remember him? Did she even want to see him, I mean why didn't she come to see him when she got back to town?

Serafina sighed as she heard the doorbell ring, it had been a long day, and was ready to relax. She opened the door and saw Dustin and Mike standing there but what caught her attention was the van parked in the driveway.

"Hi, guys, what brings you by?" She said greeting them with the handshake they had all come up with.

"Umm, there's an old friend who would like to say to you." Dustin said as her eyes lifted from his and over to the van where a boy who reminded her a lot of Ozzy stood, only when she really focused on him did she realize who it is.

"Eddie?" She asked almost as if she wasn't sure as they approached each other.

"Yeah, it's me, sweetheart." He said smiling as she threw her arms around him.

"I've missed you, where have you been hiding?" She asked him.

"I should be asking you that question but I missed you too. Do you have time to catch up?" He asked her as they pulled apart.

"For you always." She said saying her goodbyes to the two younger boys as she lead Eddie into her house.

The two of them walked down the hall towards her room where she let him head in first while she check on her grandpa to make sure he didn't need anything. Eddie walked into her room admiring how decorated her walls were with various posters of her favorite movies and music, he laughed at the Prince poster above her bed, but what caught his attention the most was the picture of him and her from middle school that sat on her dresser.

"Sorry about that, it's just with his health issues lately I like to check on him." She said walking into the room.

"No need to apologize, how is he doing? I feel bad that I stopped coming by and checking in on him." He said taking a seat on her bed.

"Umm not too good, his heart is really weak and my mom can't afford to hire someone so I offered to take some time off of college and take care of him. Eds don't feel bad, he understands and still thinks so highly of you." She said.

"I know but it's just that it's when he told me that you were coming home that Christmas and you didn't, I was disappointed, and then it seemed like that's when stopped talking so it felt weird to keep coming by." He said making her sigh as she remembers how heartbroken she was that Christmas.

"Eds I wanted to come home that Christmas to see him and you but something happens that not even knows about...he thinks I got sick but in actually I was....." She said swallowing the lump in the throat as she remember what had happened that Christmas.

"Hey...Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not ready..." He said squeezing her hand.

"No, you deserve to know why one day I just stopped calling and visiting which was really hard for me to do and I hate myself every day for allowing that to happen...Like I don't deserve to still have someone like you in life."  She said as the tears slid down her face.  

"Sweetheart look at me..... I can tell something happened to you but even if that wasn't the case for us drifting apart I wouldn't be mad because it was bound to happen but I'm going to always be here for you no matter what...... I love you, Serafina." He said making her eyes widen at his confession.

"You love me?" She asked quietly unsure if she heard him right.

"Fuck! That wasn't supposed to come out at least not yet." He said running a hand through his hair.

"Well if it's any consolation I've been in love with you since middle school." She said making him look at her.

"You have?" He asked her.

"I have I just didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to ruin our friendship and then as I thought about telling you that's when I got news of us moving so I decided to keep my mouth shut figuring it was too late to say anything but my feelings never died." She said looking at him.

The next she knows is that his lips are on hers after all this time, and boy was it everything she imagined it would be. They stayed like this for a few minutes with her finding their way to his until they had to break for air.

"God that was better than Imagined." He said leaning his forehead against hers.

"You imagined kissing me?" She mused as he rolled her eyes.

"Every day before and after you left.... you know me giving this bracelet as a way to confess my feelings without doing so." He said making her smile.

"I never took it off, because even when we drifted apart...I knew you were always there for me..." She said making him smile.

"Where does this leave us, sweetheart?" He asked after a few minutes.

"As much as I would love to jump into a relationship I've dreamed about for ages, I think we need to spend some time catching up and re-getting to know each other and if you don't want to do that then I understand." She said.

"Are you kidding me, sweetheart? I waited almost six years to tell you that I was in love with you, so I think I can manage to wait a little longer." He said giving her another squeeze and placing another kiss on her lips.

[mindofharry]

In which Harry bets on Y/N and she finds out.

SMUT AND ANGST INCLUDED! (also listen to no time to die while reading!!!) FEEDBACK WELCOME AS ALWAYS!! :-) HAPPY READING!

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It started out as a small joke.

Harry never meant to let it go on for this long, it was meant to be for one date, he’d get his money and forget all about Y/N. But he’s two months in and he does not want to stop falling.

The bet was to ask Y/N the nerd out for a date, if he got all the way through the date and a kiss at the end of the night he’d get a chunk of money, plus Adam said he’d do his laundry for a week.

“There she is, good luck Haz!” Mitch laughed and Harry chuckled.

“Look at her! I won’t need it.” Harry said fixing his coat and walking over to Y/N. He had to admit, she was pretty beautiful. But never his type and being with her could pretty much taint his reputation forever. She sat with her head in her phone, braids sitting on her shoulders, glasses way too big for face and denim dungarees that did not suit her at all.

“Hey, Y/N right?” Harry asked pulling out a seat, not waiting for her permission and sitting right in front of her. Y/N’s eyes widened and put down her phone. Harry Styles, the most popular and attractive boy on campus was sitting in front of me? He must need tutoring she thought. So Y/N welcomed him with a warm - yet hesitant - smile.

“Yeah, Harry i’m surprised you’re sitting with me.” Y/N said and Harry acted shocked.

Y/N giggled at the look on his face, “Well, couldn’t leave a beautiful girl sitting all alone, could I?” Harry asked leaning forward. Y/N blushed and bit her lip. She felt super special right now, like all the bullying was just insecurity. If Harry Styles thought she was beautiful, maybe she actually was?

“I was wondering, if you’re not busy, you’d like to go out to eat with me? A date?”

Y/N opened her mouth and closed it again. “This is not some impractical joke right?” She laughed and Harry kind of felt the guilt creep in, but he kept his facade and smiled.

“Never. I like you. I want to treat you to dinner, can I?” He asked and Y/N giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth blushing furiously. Harry genuinely laughed at her, she quickly recovered and nodded.

“I’d like that, Harry.”

“Text me your address. I’ll pick you up.”

The rest was history. Harry picked Y/N up and never looked back, he fell for her. Hard. And Y/N fell even harder — He was like lemonade on a warm day, picking flowers in a field, finally letting your hair down after a long down. Harry felt like home to her, she had never had that before. Y/N felt safe with him, ultimately the bullying stopped when they announced their relationship. Not that she was with him for that reason, but Y/N was protected. She had finally found a guy who accepted her, who loved her for her.

“I can’t believe you’re still going. I’m gonna have to pay you like a thousand dollars, man.” Mitch laughed and Harry grunted.

“Yeah, I’m not interested in the money anymore.” Harry said and the boys frowned. Adam cackled, “Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for the nerd.” Adam asked, Harry looked around and the boys sighed.

“You’re a wanker.” Mitch said and placed down his card.

“But at least he’s committed right?”

“You can’t let Y/N find out about this. I was her first everything, it would break her.” Harry said and Mitch shrugged. Adam took a sip from his drink, “What’s in it for me?” He asked and Harry took out his wallet. “Five hundred dollars to keep your fucking mouth shut.” Harry growled, putting the money on the table. Adams eyes widened as he picked up the money and counted it.

“You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?” Mitch asked and Harry nodded.

“I can’t lose her. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Harry left shortly after and headed back to his apartment where Y/N was staying for the weekend. He was excited to see her, to kiss her. But he couldn’t help but feel the guilt creeping in and taking over. Harry drove home with a lot on his mind. Should he tell her? Never tell her? God, what the fuck had he done?

“Baby? That you?” Y/N called out as she messed around in the kitchen. Harry sighed and leaned his head against the front door. “I made your favourite! Well, I had to face time your mum for the recipe but I think i’ve mastered it!” Y/N said wiping her hands on her apron as Harry walked in the kitchen. Y/N smiled and walked around to Harry placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Rough day” She pouted and Harry nodded.

“You could say that.”

Y/N pouted again, “Want me to fix that for you?” She asked pulling against his belt and wiggling her eyebrows. Harry laughed and pulled her against him.

“Get down on your knees then.”

And so she did, happily. Taking him out of his boxers, kissing along his length and tip before taking his whole cock in her mouth. Harry leaned his head back and thrusted into her mouth, Y/N moaned and looked up at her boy.

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as she fondled with his balls.

“My day is already so much better.” Harry moaned, pulling her up against him again.

“Now let me taste you puppy.”

The dinner was forgotten and the night was long, sensational and everything Y/N had ever dreamed about.

That was until she got a message off of Adam.

She furrowed her brows and leaned over to get a closer look at her phone, Harry groaned against her but just snuggled closer as Y/N played the message.

Adam (Harry’s friend) ❤️: thought you might want to see this. i won’t lie, i was involved, but it’s gone on for far too long. Always here if you need me.

PLAY VIDEO MESSAGE!

Y/N pressed play and held her phone to her ear, She heard Mitch first.

“There she is, good luck Haz!”

“Look at her! I won’t need it.”

She instantly recognised Harry’s voice. Who was he referring to?

“I can’t believe you’re still going. I’m gonna have to pay you like a thousand dollars, man.”

Why were they talking about money? What the fuck was going on.

“Baby, you ok?” Harry asked and Y/N put her hand up to stop him talking.

“Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for the nerd.”

She let out a sob, “You can’t let Y/N find out about this. I was her first everything, it would break her.”

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Harry asked as he watched her get out of bed.

“Fuck you! I was just a fucking bet all this time? I let you take my virginity, you fucking fuck face.” Y/N screamed and through the phone at him.

“Baby, I was going to tell you! And I didn’t take any of the money.” Harry said trying to reason with her. “I love you!” He said and Y/N shook her head grabbing her hoodie from the bottom of the bed.

“No! Fuck you. I am not some nerd you can mess around with. I am smart, I am not stupid. I may be naive, but i’m not an idiot. Don’t ever contact me again.” Y/N snarled.

Harry’s eyes watered, “Please… Baby….”

“You’ll regret it if you ever come near me again.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

sweet as honey, hard as nails

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, fisting, squirting, kidnapping, spanking/whipping, some allusions to breeding.

This is dark! nomad Steve Rogers x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You’re trapped by more than four walls, trapped between the past and the present.

Note: Thanks to @lokislastlove​ for helping me brainstorm. I was just hungering for some good nomad.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The light pad of your feet on the wooden floor was punctuated by the metallic clink, softened as you stepped onto the rug between the couch and the fireplace. You barely noticed the subtle weight around your ankle anymore. You barely remembered anything but those walls, the quilt spread neatly over the bed, the portrait of a woman in a Victorian era farm dress watching a field of sheep, the wooden bowl you filled with fruit from the garden.

The dress flowed around your figure as you strode to the counter and filled the sink with hot water from the tap. You slid the stack of plates into the suds and dropped the utensils on top. You watched the basin fill and took a gulp of the pollen-laced air blowing in through the open window before you. 

From there, you could see the garden and the swing that faced the endless forest. You could hear the birds and the critters chirping and searching for food. You sometimes saw the tawny fur of a deer between the brush or the red tail of a fox. The serenity of the place was deceiving.

You focused on your work, the plates printed with pinecones around the trim. They were old but worthless antiques, each piece in the cupboard matched, uniform and perfect, just like the life built for you in that cabin. You drained the sink and dried the dishes one at a time as you hummed. You were tone deaf but there wasn’t much else you could do to fill the lull.

You closed the cupboard and hung the towel on the bar. You looked at your wrinkled hands as you strode blindly around the couch. The metal at your ankle stopped you as the long chain wrapped around the furniture in your carelessness. You stopped and stared at the door and the heavy iron bolt above the handle.

Your eyes clung to the dark wood but you saw beyond. In your mind, you descended those steep stairs and sat against the cold concrete again. You closed your eyes. Don’t think of it, don’t. It only made it all worse.

⛓️then⛓️

You shivered as you hugged yourself in the corner of the dark space. There was no light, only shadows around you. It was cold and only the fleece blanket left for you kept you from chattering uncontrollably. You blew into your hands and sank down further as you heard the footsteps again, just above you on the groaning wooden floor.

It was an hour, maybe two, since you’d woken in that place. Your head hurt and a fog obscured your mind. You remember the beach, your sister laughing as you hopped from one leg to the other and whined that you would end up peeing in the water. You slipped into your sandals and left her on her towel. 

You heard the choppy waves, the lake growing more and more uneven in the last days of summer. You went early before the afternoon made the water too cold to bear. The sand weighed down your steps and you didn’t know if you’d make it in time.

You flew into the stinky stall just between the parking lot and the trails down to the lake. You hovered over the hole and relieved yourself with a shaky moan. It hurt but felt so good. You rinsed your hands in the foot-pump sink and swung the door open. That’s as far as you remembered.

The footsteps stopped at the door that stood at the top of the stairs, as they had several times before. You couldn’t reach them as the chain around your ankle kept you on the other side of the musty basement. That time, the latch turned and the door opened slowly with a creak. A light broke the blackness and a figure appeared above you.

You counted his steps, eleven. It was a him, you could tell by his broad silhouette, the way he walked, almost like a soldier. When he got to the bottom, he set something down on the bottom step and marched through the dark to the corner opposite you. You trembled but not from the cold.

Click. The lantern glowed suddenly and cast his tall form in a yellow haze. He turned back, you could make out his nose, long and slightly bent in the middle, his square jaw and the thick fuzz of his beard, and the line of his brow above the shadowed eyes. He went back to the stairs and took the tupperware and the water bottle. He neared and set them down before you.

You leaned into the wall and covered your face. You were terrified, still in nothing more but your onepiece beneath the blanket. You smelled like the lake, the sand, and the sun. He knelt and pulled the lid off the container. You still didn’t move, hiding behind your hands as you tried not to cry.

“Eat,” he said tersely.

You didn’t move, didn’t look, just hoped you could dissolve into the wall. He said your name and you gulped loudly. You parted your fingers and looked between them at him. You still couldn’t make out his whole face, just the shape of it, just the impenetrable wall of his body.

“Go on, eat,” he ordered again, “and don’t forget your manners.”

You slowly dropped your hands and reached over the top of the blanket. You kept your eyes on him, afraid he might grab you, hit you, or worse. You took a piece of the cut up chicken breast with your fingers as he nodded and stood.

“Thank you,” you rasped.

“Good girl,” he said and retreated, “you keep it up and you won’t be down here too long.”

⛓️now⛓️

You flinched and your trance broke. Your eyes were wet and you quickly wiped the tears away before they could trickle down your cheeks. You turned away and retraced your steps so that the chain slackened at your ankle. You went back to the counter and gripped the edge. You gazed out the window but not for too long, it only hurt more.

You pulled out the thick flanks of venison from the fridge and seasoned them, rubbing the cold meat until it was fragrant. You chopped it into chunks and fried it in a pan, the natural fat and oil spitting out at you.

You mixed together the dough in a bowl and rolled out the pastry thin before you laid it in the pan. You added veggies to the mix on the stove and added some more spice. You used the dripping for a gravy and added it back in. You filled the shell and crimped the edges as you stretched the top of the pie over the savoury innards.

You turned on the small stove, a fixture straight out of the sixties, and shoved the pie onto the rack. You rinsed your hands one last time and your eyes were drawn back to the window. You heard the crunch of leaves and fervent breaths, whimpers as another set of steps hammer close behind. You close your eyes.

⛓️then⛓️

You had no shoes, your naked feet scratched and scraped in the twigs and dirty, errant branches catching at your dress and whipping your bare arms. You didn’t know where you were going, you didn’t know where you were, you just needed to run until you found someone who could save you. Until he couldn’t find you.

You heard him getting closer and closer. He was fast and you were unused to physical activity. It was months since you’d left the cabin. Two, maybe. It was cold and your feet throbbed from the bite of the air.  You veered between the trees and your foot caught. You cried out as you plummeted into the leaves and rolled over as the rope clung to your ankle. You’d stepped right into a trap.

You loosened it, the knot meant for nothing more than a rabbit, but as you stood, you were knocked onto your ass. He stood above you and kicked you onto your back. He planted his foot on your chest and scowled down at you, his blues eyes bore into you angrily.

“Bad girl,” he pushed on your chest until you wheezed, “you’re going back to the basement.”

“No, no, no,” you slapped at him as he removed his foot and bent to lift you up, “please--”

“Shut up,” he growled as he dragged you back to the path, “it’ll be harder this time, don’t make it worse than you already have.”

⛓️now⛓️

You gasped as your eyes flicked open. The rumble of the engine reverberated and faded into the trees as the faded green truck pulled up before the low fences. The motor shut off and the man hopped out on the other side. You watched as he went to the bed and opened it, he pulled out and crate that he held under one arm and an odd leather suitcase in the other.

He saw you through the window and smiled. You batted your lashes and forced yourself to smile back. You went to the door and opened it for him. He kicked off his tan boots and strode inside as you waited patiently. He stepped over the chain and plopped his goods on the table.

“You miss me, honey pie?” he asked, “mmm, it smells good in here.”

“I did… dear,” you used the epithet that made him happy, that kept him placid, “I made steak pie.”

“Yum,” he unclasped the briefcase and paused as he looked at you, “I have a surprise for you.”

“You went to the city?”

“Why I left so early. Don’t you remember? I kissed you goodbye but you were sleepy so,” his thumbs rubbed the tarnished clasps.

“I remember,” you said, “I figured since you took the truck.”

“This is for you,” he said, “a surprise.”

“A surprise?” you blinked and watched his hands.

He opened the lid of the briefcase and revealed the interior with a ‘ta da’. You looked over the record player, the knobs worn and the upholster of the lid frayed. “It’s used, but it works.”

He reached over and slid the crate closer, “I grabbed whatever they had that wasn’t gospel.”

You didn’t move to look at the records or to admire the Victrola. You were too stunned. Not that he brought you a surprise, he always brought you small things, new dresses or a little figurine. Stuff you didn’t like but pretended to for his sake, but more so your own.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

It was so long since you’d heard music. You knew that it was close to a year now. The days grew shorter, the air cooler, and the garden was at the end of its bloom. It was a lovely present from your keeper, the keeper you could never love.

“Thank you,” you whispered but still didn’t touch any of it. You cleared your throat, “thank you, Steve.”

“You okay?” he touched your shoulder. You learned not to flinch, that made him angry.

“You didn’t have to… do that,” you said.

“You’ve been good, you earned it,” he rubbed your arm, “there’s more in the truck. Why don’t you get it set up while I unload?”

“Yes, dear,” you nodded.

He bent and kissed your cheek, then caught your chin and laid a deeper kiss on your lips. You felt the shudder, the hunger, he wanted you that night, like most nights.

He went back outside and you hauled the record player to the table beside the fireplace. You plugged it in and went back to get the records. You sorted through until you found a familiar name. You took out the vinyl and checked for scratches before you laid it on the deck. You dropped the needle and it crackled before the melody began.

‘Oh my baby's comin home tomorrow

Ain't that good news

Man, ain't that news

Baby's coming home tomorrow

Ain't that news

Man, ain't that news’

⛓️then⛓️

The hammering stopped and Steve stood up. You watched him through the window as he replaced the tool in the metal box and closed it up. He tossed it back in the truck bed and came back through the open door of the cabin. It was spring, the long winter was over, a winter mostly spent below, and he wanted to clean up the garden.

He went to the hoop drilled into the floor and unlocked the chain from it. He tugged on it and led you outside like a dog on a leash and looped it through the one he’d just set into the concrete base. He yanked and tested its sturdiness then dropped the links. He dusted off his hands and looked around.

“Now you can come out and help,” he declared, “you should be able to reach everything you need. And I’m almost done the swing. We’ll be able to sit out here in the evenings.”

“Thank you, dear,” you recited the words, a habit you were almost compulsive about.

“Your welcome, honey pie,” he neared and kissed your forehead, “you understand right? Now that you’re back up here, you have to be good.”

“Yes, dear,” you swallowed your despair and smiled stiffly.

“We’re starting over,” he touched your cheek, “I forgive you.”

“Thank you…. dear,” you brushed your hand against his and he tilted his head. His other went to the sleeve of your dress and traced over your collarbone. He picked at the lace trim along the chest. His eyes darkened and he bit his lip.

⛓️now⛓️

You unclipped the cotton from the line and watched the leaves sway along the tree line. You shook the memory from your head. That night, the first night he’d… It happened so many times since, what did it matter?

You dropped the laundry into the wicker and lifted the basket. You went back to the door and stopped. He’d changed the record and the music kept the stifling silence from suffocating you. You stood in the doorway and watched his shoulders as he read.

“Dear,” you said carefully, “I’m ready to come inside.”

He put the book face down on the arm and stood. He crossed to you and you stepped just inside to let him past. He dragged his hand across your stomach as he sidled through the door. He disappeared for a moment and returned with the chain in hand. He secured it in its hook by the bed and you closed the door.

“Once I fold this, dinner should be ready,” you said.

“Alright,” he replied but sounded glum, “you work so hard, honey pie.”

“Yes, dear,” you set the basket on the bed and pulled out one of his shirts.

He was quiet as he sat. You felt him watching you. You stacked the shirts and went to grab hangers for your dresses. With the chain, all you could wear were dresses. Besides, there was no point in trying to be modest.

“You like the player?” he asked.

“Very much, dear,” you said, “it is a nice surprise.”

“Well, really, it’s an anniversary gift…” he remarked.

“Anniversary?” you trembled, only slightly as you pulled the dress over the hanger.

“It’s been one year. Can you believe that?”

“One year?” you repeated, “that’s… amazing.”

“Yeah, I mean, I can hardly remember what it was like before you. Feels like it’s been longer than that.”

“Happy anniversary, dear,” you said numbly and hung the last dress. You put away his clothes in the chest and put the basket back in the corner.

As you turned, you were startled to see him at the foot of the bed. He stared at the pattern of the quilt, his hands on his hips. He never had to say what he wanted, if you made him, it would be worse. You blanched and quickly scurried over. You shook as you climbed onto the mattress and pulled up your skirt.

“Dear?” you quivered as you lifted your dress up your chest. He leaned a knee on the bed and stopped you.

“No, later,” he said as he pushed the fabric back down, “and I want you to keep this on tonight.”

“Okay,” you sat back on your heels as his hands rested on your sides. His eyes lingered on your stomach. He looked sad.

“Dinner should be ready, right?” he drew away, “it smells ready.”

⛓️then⛓️

“I was out all day hunting and I come back to this!” Steve huffed, “you haven’t even started dinner.”

“I lost track of time, dear, I’m sorry--”

“You will be,” he snarled as he crossed his arms, “take off your dress and turn around.”

“Please--”

“Quiet,” he barked and his jaw ticked.

You sniffed and took the dress off. You dropped it over the edge of the couch and neared him. You turned around and he sighed darkly. He grabbed your shoulders and directed you over to the table. He pushed until you were bent over it.

“Stay,” he snarled, “I didn’t want it to come to this but you need to learn.”

You closed your eyes and braced the wood as you readied for another spanking. Your breath caught hover as you heard the subtle tinkle of metal. The leather rested against your ass and Steve tutted.

“I love you, honey pie,” he said, “that’s why I have to do this.”

The first strike was like fire, it burned your skin. The second was worse and you cried out. Your body wracked with sobs as he continued and by the dozenth or so, it hurt even when he wasn’t hitting you.

“I’ll do better,” you whimpered, “please, I’ll do better.”

⛓️now⛓️

You took Steve’s empty plate and your own and rinsed them off. You took the sponge and cleaned them completely and left them in the rack. You heard him behind you and you dried your hands before turning back to him. He stood with his back to you, he was looking at something.

You went to him and he looked at you as you came around the couch. He smiled, almost embarrassed, it was too late to hide what he was holding. He chuckled and held up the sleepers; one in pink and one in blue. “I got one of each… in case…”

You stood speechless. You knew it was a possibility, almost a certainty, but you tracked your periods almost religiously. So far, you’d been lucky. The idea of being out here with a child on top of everything else was more frightening than anything he’d done.

You spun away and covered your face. You began to cry. You couldn’t help it. It was a promise, a promise that you would never get away.

“What’s wrong, honey pie? I thought you’d like them--”

You shook your head but couldn’t stop. You walked away from him, the chain dragging loudly and you fell helplessly to your knees. Fuck him! Fuck him! You bent and beat on the wooden floor as you sobbed.

“Stop this,” his voice turned firm, “you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” you muttered, “please, I can’t-- I can’t--”

“Don’t be a bad girl,” he warned as he came close, “now it’s our anniversary. Let’s celebrate.”

“I don’t want to,” you uttered, “I never wanted--”

He grabbed you around the waist and wrenched you up. He forced you over to the bed and pushed you onto it. He growled as you turned onto your back and gaped up at him.

“You know what happens to bad girls,” he sneered, “so you have one minute to suck it up and be good.”

You rubbed your eyes and wiped away the wetness from your cheeks. He took off his tee and flung it into the basket, then his jeans, socks, and underwear. His muscles bulged through his skin and his arousal bobbed before him as he came up to the foot off the bed. You got to your knees and gripped your skirts in your sweaty hands.

“How do you want me?” you said crisply as your throat squeezed. The lump stayed lodged firmly there as a nail was set deep in your skull.

“Mouth, first, honey pie, you know I like a warm up,” he stroked his dick and wiggled it.

You crawled to the end of the bed and replaced his hand with yours. Your breath glossed over his tip and you opened your mouth around him. He groaned and gripped his hips as he tilted his pelvis forward. You sank down until he was at your throat and you moved your hand in time with your mouth, easing the intrusion of his length.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey pie,” he purred as his hands went to your shoulders.

Your spit spread down his dick and slicked the motion of your hand. You gulped and gagged as he pushed on your shoulders and you sped up. You bobbed your head steadily. It was a habit, a pattern, you did it all so mechanically. It was easier if you looked at it like just another chore.

He grasped your shoulders and urged you away from him. Saliva dripped from your mouth and down your chin. You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reached to your dress. Finish him quickly and you might be done… maybe, or it would be another endless night.

“No, I said keep it on,” he spun his finger in the air, “let me see your ass.”

You turned around and gathered up the skirt of your dress. You bent over on your elbows as your legs stuck out off the edge of the bed. He kneaded the flesh and hummed as he pulled your cheeks apart. He pushed his dick between them and slid it up and down.

He reached under you and rubbed your clit. His other hand glided up your back and held your shoulder. You were wet, you couldn’t help that even if you hated it. He pushed two fingers inside without warning, then a third. Even after all this time, you were never used to the stretching, even just his fingers.

“Mmm, honey pie, you are so wet,” he stepped back and bent to push his face between your legs. You arched as his lip flicked along your folds and his fingers slipped out to follow it, “you taste so good.”

He stood straight again and licked his fingers clean noisily. He shoved them back into you roughly. He pulled in and out and added his pink. You whined as he got deeper and deeper. He’d never used more than three at a time.

“You think you can take all of it?” he asked.

“Wha--” you voice cracked as he folded his thumb against his palm and poked at your entrance, your juices spreading over his hand as he fucked you, “Ste--”

You gasped as he got his whole hand inside. He seemed surprised too and he bent over you as he forced himself in to his wrist. Your cunt sucked at him hungrily and the noises filled the desolate cabin.

“Good girl,” he slithered as you squeezed around him and his other hand searched for your clit, “look at that, huh?”

He sped up and your arms collapsed. Your head was on the bed as he kept your ass up and played with your bud as he kept his other hand moving inside of you. You whined and moan as the fullness sparked your core and your thighs began to quake. You puffed wildly and grasped the quilt as your orgasm hit and gushed down his arm.

“Oh, honey pie,” he slipped out of you slowly and pulled his other hand away, “what a start.”

He grabbed your skirt with his wet hand and bunched it as he stepped up behind you. He pressed his tip to your entrance and glided in easily. Your walls gripped him even tighter than before, still pulsing from your climax. He reached his limit and grunted.

“Such a good girl,” he purred as he moved his hips slowly, a smooth rock as his free hand stretched over your ass.

You murmured and mewled as he tilted into you. His motion built steadily until his skin clapped against yours. He twisted your dress until it was tight around your middle and he stopped to push you forward on the bed. You dragged yourself up as he climbed onto his knees behind you. 

He picked up his former pace and the bed shook beneath you. He lifted one leg over yours and then the other and pushed them together. He stayed inside of your and leaned on you until you were slat on your stomach. He straddled you as he pushed his shoulders up and gripped the straps of your dress. He rutted into you without restraint as the pressure around him was even more unbearable.

Your cunt quivered around him again and your head lolled back and forth. His hips snapped up against your ass as his thick breaths added to the heat all around you. He snaked a hand beneath you to grope your tit and his other gripped your head. He jerked into you sharply and you cried out, his next thrust sporadic but just as deep.

He spilled into you and your cunt milked him eagerly. You went limp as you spasmed and let the waves swell and crash around you. When he stilled, he stayed inside of you and ran his hands up and down your back.

Once you caught your breath, he began to move again. You were sore and battered. Even if he fucked you every night, it was always too much, and the ache never really left. You moaned and he spread his body over yours, cocooning you in his warmth as he kept his hips rocking.

“Good girl,” he gritted, “good girl,” he pet your head as he kissed your cheek and kept fucking you, “so good for me, honey pie.”

The same day over and over. The same words every night. Again and again and again and again.

[supercorpkid]

hai!! im LOVING that i found this gem of an account of yours 🤩 could i request a scenario where supercorp's reaction to their daughter cutting their hair really short,, (girl crush vibes)?? I'm loving your works the more i read!!

YAY!!! That makes me so happy to hear it!

Here’s how I think they would react like. Thanks for the prompt!

Haircut

Word Count: 1510.

“I wanna cut my hair.” You announce, walking in the kitchen and both Lena and Kara raise their eyes at you.

“Ok. I’ll get the red sun lamps and the scissors.” Kara agrees, motioning to leave.

“No, no.” You stop her before she leaves. “It’s nothing you can do.”

“Kid, I’ve been cutting your hair since you were born. I can do anything.” Kara says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” She agrees with her head. “Then why do I have the same haircut ever since I was two?”

“That’s not-” Kara starts, but Lena cuts her off.

“It’s true. You basically only trim her bangs and sometimes the tips.”

“See.” You point at Lena. “I want a different haircut. I want it to be very very short.”

“But you have such pretty hair. Why would you do that?” Kara asks, looking confused. “Next thing you’ll say is that you grew out of bangs.”

“I did grow out of bangs, but there’s not much I can do except wait for it to grow now.” You shrug. “But the hair, yeah, I want to change it.”

“But-but-but” Kara says with tears in her eyes. You look at Lena.

“You know, maybe it’s not a good idea to cut your hair, baby. Wouldn’t it be weird if both Superkid and you got a haircut at the same time?” Lena asks, you first roll your eyes as a response, then you add.

“Superkid doesn’t exist anymore. Besides, didn’t Kara Danvers and Supergirl get bangs at the same time and no one noticed, including you?”

“I’ve noticed.” Lena mumbles. “I just didn’t want to comment on it because I thought it would be impolite.”

“Telling momma she got the same haircut as Supergirl would be impolite?”

“Yeah, and that she was too old for bangs.” Lena shrugs, making Kara snap her head up and look at her.

“What?” Kara furrows her brows at Lena. “I looked great in bangs! Here’s proof!” She points at your hair, and you sigh.

“Ok, whatever. Nevermind.”

But it’s not really whatever. And you might have said nevermind to them, but you mind. You really do mind.

Vou: Hey! Can you do me a solid?

Aunt Alex: What do you need?

You: Can I meet you at the DEO?

Aunt Alex: I’m here!

It takes you a while to get there. You must say, sometimes you miss being Superkid, just because it was so much easier to move around town. Oh, and much faster than a bus.

“Hey!” Alex greets you when you walk in the DEO. “It took you a while.”

“Yeah, I flew here on a bus.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes at your very Kara-like joke. “What do you need?

“Can you cut my hair?” She looks lost at the question, so you decide to give her more information. “You know, red sun emulator and scissors?”

“Right.” Alex agrees, making her way to where the red sun lamp is kept. “Doesn’t Kara usually cut your hair?”

“Usually, yeah. But I want to change styles a little. I was thinking more like 2015 Alex and less like 2020 Kara .”

“That’s a big change. Are they ok with it?”

“Aunt Alex-” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m 16. I’ve saved National City a few times. I think I can choose my own hairstyle.”

“Ok, kiddo.” Alex points at the chair. “Let’s do it! I’m up for you looking more like me! And my hair in 2015 was a look.”

You sit on the chair and Alex turns the red sun lamp on, so it dampens your powers. You give her a thumbs up and an excited smile.

Forget about the fact that you’re cutting half of your hair, because you think it would make it harder for people to recognize you. Forget about the fact that you believe it could take the weight off your shoulders. If glasses had been your disguise for years now, maybe a new haircut can buy you some time before people remember about your existence.

You shouldn’t focus on that. You should focus on the excitement that change brings into a person’s life. And maybe this outside change can help you with your inside change too.

“Ok. Oh my God, I swear you look like a total badass.” Alex puts the scissor down and you look to the floor and see big chunks of your hair lost in there. Ok. You hope she’s right. “Here, look.”

Alex raises the mirror in front of your face, and you smile at yourself. Perfect. You not only look like a total badass, but somehow you also don’t look like yourself.

“It’s perfect.” You stand up from the chair, throwing your arms around her. “Thanks aunt Alex. You’re the best. I’m gonna go show Jamie.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m here for you, kiddo.”

So far the reactions to your new haircut have been:

Alex: You look like a total badass.

Kelly: Oh, wow. You look so fancy with this new hairstyle!

Jamie: Oh my God. OH MY GOD! You don’t even look like a dipshit anymore! I love it!

Maya: Uh. You-You-Uh-How-Oh God, it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Babe, you look so good it’s hard to get my words out.

And now, onto your moms reaction:

“Hey babygirl, where were y-'' Lena looks at you with incredulity in her eyes. “You cut your hair.”

“Mhm.” You walk past her, pretending it’s not a big deal. Lena holds your arm before you move away.

“Let me look at you.” She asks, and you stop, staring at her with an expectant smile. Her hands go to your hair, as she feels them on her hands, twisting a lock on her fingers, then putting it behind your ear. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“You think so?” You ask, with a bigger smile now.

“You always look beautiful.” She holds your head and kisses your forehead.

“Do you think momma will like it too?”

Lena furrows her brows. “What? Where did you get a haircut if not with Kara?” Eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you went to a hair salon.”

“No! Mom, come on. It was aunt Alex.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Alex did this? Huh. Can’t believe I’ve been flying to Paris to have my hair cut when she can do stuff like that to one’s hair.”

“Hey love! Oh, and who’s that?” Kara asks, coming inside the house from the backyard door. You turn around to look at her with a smile. “Oh.”

Kara’s brain seems to be malfunctioning as she only stares at you saying nothing and with no other reaction. Your smile slowly fades as you wait.

“Kara? Say something!” Lena says and she finally blinks.

“Oh, you got a haircut!” Kara furrows her brows. “Who-who cut your hair?”

“Aunt Alex.”

“Huh. Ok. Well, I’ll be right back.” Kara says and she flies away. You look back at Lena.

“She hated it.” You sigh woefully. Pout, and soon, you’re bawling your eyes out in Lena’s shirt. She tries to calm you down, but you can’t be stopped. You didn’t know you needed Kara’s approval that badly.

So you make your way to your bedroom, ready to not get out of bed for a while, wrap yourself in a blanket, and keep crying into your pillow.

“Hey.” Kara shows up a few minutes later. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” But you are. With your face squished against the pillow so she can’t see it.

“Can you look at me?”

“No. Go away.”

“Little one, please. I wanna show you something. Look at me, come on.” Kara asks and you turn your face slowly to look at her. You blink your eyes when you realize what it is that she wants to show you.

“You cut your hair like mine?” You sit up right away, and Kara smiles at you.

“Yes! I mean, I always wanted to cut my hair like that, but I was scared of how it would look, and then you did it. And Rao, you look so perfect! Like, kid, you legit look like a freaking rockstar. So, it would obviously look good on me too, right?” She looks so excited it’s hard to wrap your mind around it. “Right?”

“Yes! Of course! You look incredibly handsome, momma.” You say, and she lets out a relieved breath. “But what about the whole Supergirl and Kara Danvers getting the same haircut at the same time?”

“Oh.” She thinks about it for a second. “I mean, I got away with bangs. No way I won’t get away with this now.”

“I guess.” You shrug and Kara cleans your tears, with a smile.

“Go wash your face so we can take a selfie with the same haircut.”

“God, momma. No. You’re way too old for that.” You joke, and Kara shows you her tongue. But you still take a picture with her, because she does, indeed, look handsome and you want to show off your new haircut too.

[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

[realisticjojoxreader]

For writing requests: Hugging the Crusaders!!!!!!!! 😳🥺👉🏻👈🏻

this was very fun to write lol these guys suck

stardust crusaders x reader (?), part 3 obviously, 1.4k

JOSEPH:

You ask for a hug and he obliges instantly, starved for affection since his grandson will barely speak to him. His arms are warm around you, stronger than they should be at his age, and he holds you tight, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It feels like you’re the center of his universe.

Taking a deep breath, you wrinkle your nose. What is that smell...? Is that his aftershave? It’s like dust, almost, mixed with wet paper. Where on earth did he get something like that? Why does he use it? It stinks.

The hug is so comfortable, though, and you feel so loved, that you can ignore the weird old man smell. His shirt is scratchy against your skin.

After a long moment, he releases you, hands brushing gently through your hair. Then, something snags, tugging on your hair. Hard. Like, really hard. It actually really fucking hurts. You recoil instinctively, which just pulls your hair even harder, making your scalp burn.

“Oh no!!” screams Joseph, so loudly that you flinch, which just tugs your hair yet again, and you yelp. “Oh shit!! My prosthetic hand is caught in your hair!!”

“Why aren’t you wearing your glove?!”

He hisses apologetically. “I, uh, took it off when I went to the loo.” Oh my god, ew. What the fuck, dude? For a long moment, he stands there trying to undo what he's done, wiggling his fingers in your hair completely ineffectually. “I don’t think we can untangle this ourselves," he says eventually, taking the L. "Let’s go get my grandson.” He turns toward where the others are all standing and takes a slow but confident step forward.

Then Joseph, graceful as ever, trips over absolutely nothing and falls like a sack of bricks. You thoughtlessly brace yourself with your Stand to make sure he doesn’t drag you down, too, forgetting that his hand is very much still stuck in your hair. He falls and takes a hand-sized chunk of your hair with him, leaving you partially bald and sobbing from the pain.

You collapse to the ground, screaming, and the others rush over, finally noticing that something’s happening over here.

“Oops,” says Joseph, holding up a fistful of your hair.

“Nice haircut, idiot,” says Jotaro, looking at you with a tiny smile on his face, like today is Christmas and your partial baldness is his gift from Santa. God, fuck the entire Joestar bloodline. You hope DIO kills them all. They'd absolutely have it coming, though you'd miss Holly.

The only reason you don't abandon them is a promise from Joseph that he'll cover all your expenses until you're back home.

ABDUL:

You ask for a hug and he squints, for second, as if unsure you meant it. When you smile encouragingly, he smiles back and steps forward to wrap you up in his arms.

The hug is warm, like sheets that have just been pulled from the dryer, complete with the clean smell of fresh linen. You’re not sure how he smells so good, seeing as you’ve been traveling in the desert for days, now, and everyone else stinks to high heaven, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

His jewelry rattles as bit as he starts to sway, still holding you tight. You’ve never felt so safe before, especially not since the group made it to Egypt, closing in on DIO in Cairo. As long as you stay in Abdul’s arms, nothing bad can happen.

He pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. His expression is so hopelessly kind that you have to look away, overwhelmed with it. “Look at me,” he says, voice soft as anything, and you oblige. He says half of your name before his face contorts, as if he’s in pain.

“Abdul? Are you—” you get cut off when Abdul sneezes, right on your face, right into your open mouth. “FUCK!” God, it was so wet, you're going to fucking lose it. You can’t help but punch him in the shoulder.

Because he’s a nice person, Abdul is horrified by what he’s just done to you and also graciously ignores you hitting him. “I’m so sorry!”

It was an accident, so you really can’t get too mad, but you’re still upset. That was so fucking gross.

Something smells weird, now, too. Like smoke.

“Hey, noroma,” says Jotaro, calling you the little nickname he has for you—you don't know what it means, but you're the only one he calls that, which you kind of love. It means you're special to him. Him and the others are finally back from the gas station convenience store, arms full of snacks and water. Jotaro looks bored as ever when he tells you, “Your jacket’s on fire.”

Ah. That explains the smoke smell.

Ultimately, your jacket is ruined and you have minor burns on your wrists. You ask the Crusaders to drop you off at the Cairo airport, because you can’t keep fucking doing this, not after what Joseph did to your hair yesterday.

But then Polnareff makes some revolting-ass puppy dog eyes at you, imploring you to stay, and for some reason, you cave. Anything to get him to stop making that awful face.

POLNAREFF:

You ask for a hug and he grins at you, big and stupid and pleased as punch. That's the expression he makes any time anyone is ever nice to him.

His hug is a little awkward, like he's not used to having someone so close to him. It'd make you feel bad for him if he didn't stink to high heaven. You kind of expected that—he's French, after all—so you're able to ignore it, for the most part. It's not like the others smell like a bag of roses, either, except Abdul, because he rules. (Destroyed jacket and burns that still smart something awful notwithstanding.) It's been a long journey.

After not very long at all, Polnareff starts to get antsy, almost vibrating in your arms. What is he, five years old? Can't he relax long enough for a single hug?

Then he starts giggling, which puts you on edge instantly. Nothing good can come out of him when he's snickering like that.

Before you can pull away, though, you find out why he's giggling.

He's still cackling when he presses his wet, sweat-soaked palms against the bare skin of your arms. You violently recoil and, with more anger than you felt even when Joseph partially balded you, you punch Polnareff right in his stupid fucking nose.

Blood erupts from his face like a geyser. Before you can even laugh at him, something hits you with the force of a moving train. It feels… naked?

Oh. It's Star Platinum. Great. Great! That's just what you needed today, to get your ass beat by Jotaro and his mostly-naked guy of a stand.

Maybe DIO's taking applications.

You almost walk off yet again, but Joseph reminds you of his promise and promises that you're allowed to sit in the front of every car from now on. He also stops Jotaro from kicking the shit out of you, so you stick around, though you suspect you'll regret it.

KAKYOIN:

You ask for a hug and he looks at you like you have two heads. “Me?” he asks incredulously, looking around as if searching for the person you were really talking to. The others are all in the restaurant's restroom right now.

“Yes, you. Who else?” There’s literally no one else around.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t really do hugs. Could you go ask Jotaro or something?”

JOTARO:

Instead of asking for a hug—you know he'll just say no—you ambush him with one, waiting for him to turn the corner and walk right into your open arms. This wouldn't normally work, but you made sure to spring your trap when he was in a heated (though still playful) argument with Polnareff about whale sharks.

Just as you planned, he notices you far too late to stop you, and you grin wide as you wrap your arms around him. He feels solid and warm. You never want to let go.

Jotaro doesn't give you much of a choice.

"Ew," he says before summoning Star Platinum, who grabs you by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten. "This is why I call you noroma. Fucking dipshit." And with that, Star Platinum flings you bodily into the dirty ass canal running along the side of the road.

DIO is, in fact, taking applications. You get rejected.

[beautifulhigh]

Work in Progress Wednesday

I have rewritten a good chunk of this fic to make that AMAZING proposal part of the canon. Because I could never hope to write something as perfect for them as what we got to see.

No, of course I’m not over it. How do you expect me to be over TK talking about how “every moment we’re not married is a moment wasted. And baby, we only get so many”?

So have a scene I’ve probably posted before but now Grace and Carlos get to talk about the engagement so...

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"Anyway, Judd's set up this savings account for Wyatt, pays into it each month. He's tryin' to make up for all the time he's missed. Won't be a college fund or anything but it'll maybe buy a car or a trip if he wants."

"You're paying in too?" Carlos asked.

Grace shrugged as they took a single step forward. "He's Judd's family so he's my family."

"You're good people."

"We're tryin'," she smiled. "Didn't reckon on having a teenager in my home this soon though. We love havin' him over and it's great that he gets a chance to build a proper relationship with Judd, but between that and Charlie's teething it just feels like a lot, you know?"

"Not really," Carlos smiled.

"Well it is. She's amazing but there are times when I just think about everything that we've been through and what's coming and I pray for the strength to get through it. I have no idea how my mama did this more than once." She stopped and threw a look over at Carlos. "Sorry. I'm rambling."

"No, it's fine," he said. "You ramble away. Ask me, all mothers are amazing for what they go through."

"You're a good son," she laughed, "your momma raised you right."

"She'd be pleased to hear that," Carlos laughed too.

"You ever think about it? Kids I mean," Grace asked before shaking her head. "Sorry. Not my place, forget I asked."

"Yeah," Carlos said. "I've thought about it. Not talked about it yet, we're working our way there though. We're a bit more focused on wedding prep at the moment."

"You are? Or your mom?"

"Both," Carlos laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen her so excited about a wedding which would normally upset my sisters but they're just going on about finding the right dresses to match the colour scheme."

"Well it's important."

"So I'm learning," Carlos laughed. "But I'm excited for it. We're planning a proper family wedding, very kid friendly so the invite will be for the whole family."

"That doesn't surprise me one bit," Grace said. "You're both big family boys." She smiled softly and put one of her hands over his. "You'll be amazing dads. Charlie adores you."

"We love her."

"I'll remember that next time I need a babysitter."

"Do, please," Carlos said. "I think it helps TK, you know? He doesn't get to spend much time one-on-one with Jonah, video calls aren't quite the same. So spending time with Charlie means—"

"He's getting baby practice in, I get it. And maybe not just for his brother?"

"One step at a time, Grace."

"Fine, I'll stop," she said, holding her hands up in mock defeat. "You've heard my reason why I'm stuck in a bank queue on my day off, why do you need to close your account today?"

"That one step," Carlos said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked the screen and loaded up a webpage, showing the image to her. "I'm picking it up this afternoon."

"Carlos!" Grace exclaimed. "It's beautiful. He'll love it."

"I know," Carlos said.

"Well I hope he gets you a good ring too. Or do you buy them both? I'm sorry, is that insensitive?"

"It's fine, Grace," Carlos laughed. "I haven't got that far."

"Still cannot believe y'all celebrated without us."

"We threw a party the following week!" Carlos protested. "Got everyone over, proper catering—"

"Yeah, yeah," she mocked, "sure your mama didn't mind waiting to find out her baby was getting married until you'd told the 126." She watched his lips curl into his mouth and realised what he was trying to hide. "You called her first, right?"

"I would like to live to actually marry him," Carlos pointed out.

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [3] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) i keep forgeting to add that this isnt beta-rread..all of my stories arent so yeah shshs Notes: ah, i feel like this story will be lengthen more than 8-10 chapters shshshs i wanted to add a little spice anyways thanks for all the comments uwu ily all!

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“Y/N-chan!!!”

You cringe in embarrassment as soon as you hear that awfully familiar and cheerful voice, you could barely remember this man and the events that transpired the night before but here he was, acting like your new best friend. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go here but you needed clarity. Surely you didn’t just legally marry a man at an Izakaya out of all places last night?

“Oh, you actually did marry him.” Gojo Satoru proclaims as soon as you take a seat across him, he gestures around his face, “I could tell by your whole, ‘I hope this guy is messing with me’ face. You have it, signed and sealed. Even got the cute matchy rings that I had one of my assistants delivered.”

You pale at the thought of his assistant coming in with a silver ring. Wasn’t he sober? How could he not have stopped you two from doing something as reckless and stupid as this? Weren’t older men supposed to be more responsible than this?

“Why the hell didn’t you stop us?” You groaned, burying your face in your hands, embarrassment painted all over your features.

“I was just as drunk as you two.” He confessed, scratching his head, “probably even more drunk but anyways back to the topic in hand, I only remembered it when the same assistant came in and congratulated me about it. It’s good I had your number on my phone before you two bailed.”

“So you don’t really remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” Gojo grinned, this guy was a maniac, how did the serious man you met just this morning have friends like this? You probably wouldn’t even last long, “I did call Nanami-”

He’s cut off by the rough sound of someone pulling a chair out, you immediately jump on your seat when you realize it’s Nanami Kento, the guy from this morning. The man you had recklessly married!

“This better be some prank you’re pulling, Satoru.” His voice was anything but kind that you almost wanted to hide behind Gojo’s back.

“Hey, hey.” Gojo raises his hands, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t force you into anything and stop scaring your poor little partner.”

Nanami snaps his gaze towards you and you notice how his eyes soften just a bit when he sees your red ears and your eyes looking away from him, “You better call Geto and fucking fix this, I refuse to bother this young-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, still shy and red, “It’s...fine...I just…Please don’t think I’m burdened by it. It was technically my fault for even agreeing immediately.”

Nanami clenches his jaw and turns away, “Nevertheless. L/N-san’s young. I hope to not be such an uncouth man like you.” he retorts, voice sharp as he eyes the white-haired businessman up and down. Gojo, seemingly used to it, rolls his eyes behind his dark shades.

“Maybe you guys should try it out.”

The blonde man looks like he’s about to smite the white-haired man out of existence yet Satoru remains oblivious to his friend’s gaze, “Don’t ya think so? It will take a while for those divorce papers to settle in so why don’t you two go out and get to know each other? Who knows…” he sing-songs the last part and Nanami is so close to chunking his briefcase towards the tall businessman, not even caring 

“Ah, he’s not exactly wrong, Nanami-san.” you try to calm him down, placing a small hand on his broad shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listening to this idiot’s idea.” Nanami replied, gaze narrowing.

“Not really but you have some problems I can help you out on and I have problems that you can help me out on...Of course, the last say is on you...”

“Told you I actually had a brain.” Satoru piped in.

“Shut up, Satoru.” he quips, then turns to you, “I’m thirteen years older than you, L/N-san. I have two high school kids that could pass off as your siblings, and-”

“Well, I technically did marry you.”

“You were drunk.”

“Doesn’t exactly really excuse it.” You laugh nervously, “The whole divorce process usually lasts up to a few months, some even takes a whole year. I could help you out with the boys and I can use you to ward my family off from moving back home.”

Nanami is quiet for a moment, actually thinking about it. Weighing the pros and the cons, not only would you be able to help him out but you’d also be able to get Gojo and blind-dating out of his back.

There really wasn’t anything he could loose, really.

“Or you two might fall in love.” Satoru teases, making Nanami throw him another side-eye, as if saying ‘I dare you to say another word.’

It’s a Thursday today and Sukuna absolutely loathed Thursdays     apparently because it reminded him of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. They all were far from the weekend     Everyone seems to be happier than usual though. Maybe it was because you were there teaching some basic shit at the board or something.

“...and if we transfer this here and change the positive to a negative, you’ll end up having five as your answer.” You smile, placing your chalk down, “Does anyone have any questions?”

Echoes of no’s resonated throughout the room.

“Alright then, let’s end the lesson here so you guys can have an early lunch. I don’t think an assignment is in order since many of you were able to get a perfect score in the activity awhile ago.” You winked. A couple of whoops resonated throughout the whole class right after. 

As the kids shuffle out of the room of the class, Sukuna remains behind. The ojisan had cooked them something delicious this morning and he wanted to eat it in peace without that pesky Nobara grabbing a share from his bento and Yuuji’s annoying babbles about horror movies with his best friend Junpei (the only one who was really bearable was Megumi, really)

“Sukuna-kun?” you called out, snapping him out of his small trance,  “Are you alright?”

He notices a glint of worry in your eyes, he had to admit since his transfer here last Monday, you were the least annoying teacher in the academy     the blue-haired professor in Japanese literature was absolute shit since he loved to tease him a lot and that bald-headed teacher in science who looked a lot like Mike Wazowski was an annoying twerp who loved dawdling in him and Yuuji’s business     and you were kind of good at your job. Not only did his idiot of a brother stop coming to him and their ojisan for help in math but he could actually do the worksheets right and get an actual decent grade at it.

“Yeah.” he roughly replies.

“That’s good.” You smiled, he watched as you bind their worksheets together and clip them in utmost delicacy, “You should head to the cafeteria now, I heard they’re serving milk bread today.”

Without saying anything more, you left the room, leaving him there in the silence.

Well, the Christmas tree idiot was right.

You kind of had a motherly aura on you and it didn’t even look forced.

No wonder, everyone in this room was whipped for you despite your subject being a pain in the ass.

“You look like an idiot.” You mumbled as you slapped Mahito’s hand away in annoyance, your workmate wiggling his eyebrows like the little shit he is.

You completely forgot you did have someone like Gojo Satoru in your life and it was one of your co-workers, Mahito, a Japanese literature teacher who was too nosy for his own good.

“You’ve got a ring on your ring finger and a mailman comes in and gives you an invite for Zen’in Toji’s fortieth birthday.” he whistles, “Even Jogo-sensei gossiped by the water cooler awhile ago, saying that you had eloped with the man. Not that I’m judging you or anything...”

You choke on your saliva, clearly thrown off by the backhanded comment. That darn bald-headed fool that looked like the green eyed monster from the DreamWorks cartoon, he sure needed to lay off the gossip and actually focus on his job as the head of the science department, “You’re not denying it.” Mahito stated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why aren’t you denying it?”

“I’m not dating Megumi-kun’s father.” You grumbled, finishing up your paperwork, “That man is off limits.”

“Right,” he drawls on sarcastically, “...because you have a strict rule against dating hot older men with money.”

“I also teach his kids and his cousin…” You deadpan.

“We don’t even have a rule against that.” He retorts, rolling his eyes, “If we did, Hanami-sensei would’ve been fired a long time ago.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re so secretive. If it isn’t Toji Zen’in, who’d ask you out?”

“Hey, I do have a man.” You huffed, “and he’s very kind and considerate...”

The image of the tall and lean man sleeping next to you slowly wormed its way back from your memory and you feel your cheeks start to flush. Good god, what were you? twelve? How embarrassing.

You needed to get that image off of your head, it wasn’t right.

It was all temporary, anyways and he doesn’t even see you in that sort of way-

“Yes, I’m Sukuna and Yuuji Itadori’s guardian…” a very familiar stoic voice could be heard from the nearby table, cutting your thoughts short. Wait, were you so head over heels for the man that you started imagining him here? Yuuji and Sukuna’s guardian? Wait a minute.

All color drained from your face as you snap your head behind you to find the same man you were imagining.

Oh no.

Oh no, indeed.

There stood Nanami Kento in all his glory;  crisp suit, stoic face, and eyes laced with mild worry.

“...L/N-sensei is Sukuna-kun’s adviser, by the way. It would be best to discuss this with them.” Akari somberly informed the man, turning to your direction. You don’t miss the shift of expressions when he sees you standing there.

Your mouth parts and you know you look like gawking fish trapped in a small aquarium.

“Akari-sensei’s looking at you with the new hot daddy.” Mahito mumbles next to you, eyeing him up and down, “Definitely wonder where all these old men come from these days.”

You were only half-listening to your co-worker because your head was all over the place, just what were the odds that he was the guardian of the new transferee’s? Just how awkward would everything be? Why did it even have to be at this school out of all places?

Never ending questions pop out of your head as you approached them, “Good afternoon, Nanami-san.” Your smile comes out very stiff and awkward while you hold your hand out for him to shake, clearly there was no memo on how you were suppose to act around your sort-of-fake-husband-whos-kids-you-actually-taught.

Nanami reverts back to his stoic expression as he clears his throat, “Yes, good afternoon to you too, L/N-sensei.” he greets, maintaining a straight-laced tone.

“Akari-sensei says that Sukuna has been quite...rude...in class…” you try to rack your brains up to describe his kid.

“Your son literally pointed out that the history lesson I was teaching was fake and that I should study again so he could get his tuition’s worth.” Akari looks clearly perplexed and ready to throttle the boy if it was legal. You had to admit, Sukuna went overboard with that insult.

You knew how passionate Nitta was about her job and what Sukuna just said to her was like a big ‘fuck you, you suck.’ to her.

“I’ll be sure to talk to him about this,” he sighs, bowing down, “I’d like to ask for forgiveness for that, the boy is a good and smart student-”

“Nanami-san, the school not only cares about grades but character as well.” Akari Nitta sighed, cutting him off, “I’ll let this slide once, if he does that again, it goes on the record.”

You internally bit your cheek, still trying to process everything that was going on.

“I understand. Thank you for that.”

“I’ll walk him out, sensei.” You immediately say soon after, wanting to have some alone time with him, “Let’s go, Nanami-san.”

You walk right next to him silently, some students peerlessly glancing at the tall blonde next to you but you were too immersed in thought to notice the stares, “Nanami-san?” you ask softly as soon as you reach the exit.

Nanami Kento looks at you, his eyes still laced with a bit of worry, “It’s okay.” you silently comforted him, “Just talk to him calmly.”

“That’s not the problem.” he sighed, “I just didn’t expect that the person I married would be the boy’s teacher.”

You sweat drop, “Aren’t you worried about talking to Sukuna? I mean, he literally just disrespected a teacher and you said that he and you weren’t in good-”

“It’s easier to talk to him about that rather than…” he paused, showing his ring, “this.”

You blinked.

Seemed like Nanami knew what to say about the little attitude problem his son had, “So you must be used to this?” you asked, “Him disrespecting the teacher?”

You notice the shift of expressions on his face, you had only known this man for a few days so far but he was starting to get easier to read. His eyes shed more emotion than his face, no wonder he likes wearing those funny sunglasses a lot.

“It’s something I’ve scolded him over a couple of times,” he gruffed, trying to dance around the subject, it seemed like he had such a soft spot to the point where he had a problem with disciplining them, “At times I believe it’s just because he’s way too smart for his age. The boy has read history books for fun when he was a kid and solved quadratic equations to prove that he’s better than me when he was ten.”

“It still doesn’t give him the free pass to say things like that to a teacher”

“I know,” he acknowledged, “I’ll be sure to give him a better scolding-”

“No, you see. This is why he thinks he can get away with it. He isn’t afraid of you. You’ll only probably tell him that you can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms, “You do know that not all sensei’s are as nice as Akari-sensei and he could get in trouble for that even more in the future, right?”

Silence lingered between you two for a moment and suddenly you realize that you must’ve said something way off the rails.

“I..” you turn red, embarrassed by the sudden outburst, “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You look at him directly in the eye, the worry-filled ones are now replaced with a softer gaze. God, he really needed to stop looking at you like a kid. It would only make this set-up more awkward!

“No,” he mumbles, “It...It wasn't too much…”

“Oh.” you cleared your throat, flustered and looking away from his face, “Well, okay then goodbye then Nanami-sa-”

You needed to get out of this conversation quick.

“Kento.”

Your gaze snaps directly towards him, clearly taken aback by the correction.

“What?”

“We’re technically married now, right?” he softly corrected, “Call me Kento.”

“Oh,” You uttered again, this time softly. You looked down on your shoes, it seemed like the floor looked really interesting now, “Then bye-bye, Kento.”

“Bye Y/N.”

He leaves you standing there, cursing yourself because of your erratic heartbeat at the way he says your name in that voice. First name basis? okay, totally normal for sort-of lovers, right?

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[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: jin's trying to teach y/n how to slice an apple properly and she's having none of it

➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader

➺ genre; culinarystudent!seokjinniverse!! honk honk humour!! smerhaps smut!! y/n's a moron in the kitchen but jin likes to take care of her so it's okay!!

➺ wordcount; 1.4k

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"what... are you doing?"

there are a lot of reasons as to why jin doesn't want you to wander off into his kitchen without his strict supervision

first of all, you're very messy: you leave paper towels everywhere, you place knives on the edge of the counter so that the handles are hanging off and just waiting to be knocked over, and there was that one time you spilled a whole pot of tomato sauce when the two of you were making homemade pizza together

second of all, you don't like to play by the rules (as seen by your ramen can be cooked in a coffee pot and bacon can be fried with an iron! mentality) — but when it comes to the kitchen, jin really, really needs you to play by the rules because you could end up hurting yourself somehow if you start goofing around!

and what you're doing right now is most definitely not playing by the rules, which is why he needs to step in and do something straight away before you lose a limb

"slicing up apples. duh." you jump when the knife slides off the smooth surface of the apple and you nearly catch the tip of your finger

whoops

you look up to frown at jin before jabbing the knife accusatorially in his direction, "see? you're distracting me!"

"you're using a butterknife to slice apples?" jin asks incredulously before shaking his head and hurrying over to you, "no, no- you are not using a butterknife to cut up anything in my kitchen-"

"what's wrong with using a butterknife??" you tsk, "it's a knife, it can slice into things- as long as it gets the job done, i don't care-"

"but i do!" jin interrupts, gently plucking the butterknife from your fist before placing it into the sink, "why can't you just eat an apple whole?"

"well, i wanna make apple sauce!" you gesture to the array of ingredients that you pulled out from jin's pantry (you tend to take advantage of all of the goodies he has whenever you come over because duh, why not?), "actually, it's not really apple sauce. i want to make apple pie filling and just eat it like apple sauce."

"oh my god, okay-" jin pulls a knife out of the wooden block with a swift shing! before placing it on the chopping board in front of you, "in that case, you're going to have to cut your apples up into decently sized chunks with a proper knife."

"fine, but you are making such a big deal out of this-"

jin's eyes widen in panic when you pick up the knife only to suddenly raise your arm and whack it down against the poor apple like some sort of a mallet

"well, how the tables have turned-" you raise the knife to show him the apple that's now stuck on the sharp blade, "your fancy chef's knife doesn't work."

"okay, it looks like i'm going to have to jump in here-" jin moves over so that he's standing behind you before wrapping his arms around you and placing his hands over yours, "let's put this poor apple out of its misery first-" he hums, guiding your hand over and helping you pull the apple off the blade

"i can do this myself, seokjin-"

"you absolutely cannot do this yourself, y/n-" jin snorts, leaning down to prop his chin upon your shoulder so he can get a better view of the chopping board, "do you want a chunky apple pie filling?"

"ooh, yeah!" you nod enthusiastically, jin immediately sliding his fingers in between yours to keep your hand from moving when you suddenly reach for the apple, "i want, like- i want the chunks to be in, like, cute little cubes-"

"okay, darling- no bouncing like that with a knife in your hand, please-"

"sorry." you immediately stop bouncing on the balls of your feet and you look down at the apple, "okay, chef. show me your ways."

"when it comes to cubing apples, i like to take the top and the bottom off first- and we'll use what's called a santoku knife to do that-" jin places your hand securely atop the apple that's now laying down on its side (while making sure your buttery fingers aren't in the way) before his other hand forces yours down in one swift movement, the top of the apple plopping down on the board

he spins the apple around to the other side and you slice the butt end off as well

(you don't want to toot your own horn or anything but you think you're doing a fantastic job so far)

"-and then we're going to use our paring knife to peel the skin..." jin murmurs, moving your hand and making you set the san...tofu(?) knife down, "hold on, this might work better if you place your hands over mine. that way, you'll know how your hand is supposed to move-"

"okay... so the paring knife..." you place your hands over jin's as he picks up the smaller knife and you watch as he digs the tip around the stem before curling his wrist

"there's still a bit of the stem here and you wanna get rid of it since you obviously won't be eating that..."

unsurprisingly, it doesn't take you very long to lose focus on the apple, your eyes now wandering to your boyfriend's very pretty hands

you could spend hours just looking at them

one of the reasons why you like spending time in the kitchen with jin is not only because he lets you taste-test most of the yummy things he makes but also because you get a chance to watch his hands move... from the way his knuckles tighten when he grips around the handle of a knife... to the way his fingers delicately pluck at the ingredients...

you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth as you trail a finger along the prominent veins at the top of his hands and you're suddenly very aware of the fact that jin's basically got you pressed right up against the kitchen counter

"-and then you're going to go around the apple carefully while keeping your thumb right under for more control..."

jin's voice starts to fade out in the background as the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of what else jin's hands could be doing right now instead of peeling an apple

...

"and now you-" jin pauses when you suddenly pull your hands off of his before twisting around, your arms now hanging loosely around his neck as you lean up to press a warm kiss against his jaw, "you... have successfully peeled an apple."

he immediately bites back a knowing grin as he sets the paring knife down, and he's about to ask you what you think you're doing when he decides that acting as though he has no idea what you're doing might be a better idea

"-eating the core is unpleasant, so we're going to cut around the core instead of slicing the apple directly in half," jin swallows thickly when your hands slide down to pull his hips towards yours, his cheeks flushing slightly when he feels himself twitch in his sweatpants, "the- the key here is a good, sharp knife-"

he really thought he had the upper hand here but his body is betraying him!

"seokjin..."

jin mouths a silent 'oh, god' to himself at the sound of the pitiful little whine slipping past your lips

he loves it when you get needy like this

"i'm- i'm trying to teach you a lesson here, sweetheart-" he clears his throat as he stares down at the apple, suddenly blanking on what his next step should be

how the hell did he forget how to properly slice up an apple?!

"-and i'm trying to tell you that i prefer doing my learning in the bedroom."

...

you hear jin set the knife down with a clatter and it's only a second later that you feel your feet leaving the ground

you can't help but let out a squeal of delight as jin bounces you slightly to adjust your legs around his waist

"you're a real handful, you know that?" jin teases, squeezing under your thighs before letting out a laugh, "god, you drive me crazy-"

"i know-" you manage to swoop your arm down to grab the naked apple before jin starts walking and you bring it up to your mouth to take a bite, "you luhv it, fho-"

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Nah, you stone cold for Forgetting to enable ask/J

I know you might've seen this request around. But Can I requests Xiao, Childe, and Diluc (and possibly Zhongli) with a Isekai!Male!Reader Who after weeks of dating, Snaps a photo of them out of nowhere. But the thing is, phones don't exist in they're world. How would they react?

Isekai!Male!Reader × Genshin Impact. ꒰Snaps a photo of them out of nowhere.꒱

Characters included: XIAO, CHILDE, DILUC, ZHONGLI.

Warning: none

Type: scenario

Plz I didn't know there was a button to activate it 💀

Thank you so much btw, you are my first request ;;;; im happier than i should be

And I love the idea, it'll be fun.

› 〉Xiao.

There you were, enjoying a peaceful evening at Wangshu Inn after a long day defeating some monsters. Truth be told, Xiao only cared about being with you, but he used the excuse of "defeating monsters together" to cover that fact. And so it was for a few weeks, in which little by little, it seemed more like dating. And neither of you were going to stop with that.

The anemo boy looked so cute eating his favorite dish, Almond Tofu... And you were so excited to have ended up in that world and met Xiao. You couldn't help but glance at him when he ate, he seemed to enjoy himself as a small child no matter how much he tried to hide it. You couldn't waste this opportunity. With a quick movement, you took your mobile out of your pants, and took an unsuspecting photo of the adepti, in which you could see how it was approaching a piece of tofu to his mouth.

He placed back the same chunk on the plate, looking at you with raised eyebrows. The truth is that he had been a little scared. "What... what was that?" his voice sounded with a tone of surprise and annoyance that you had already gotten used to. And it was normal, you had pointed an unknown object at him which had made a noise. It could perfectly be treated of a weapon, but he trusted you enough to know it was not the case. "I was taking a picture. You look pretty good, don't you think?" you answered showing him the result.

The confused boy approached his hand suspiciously to that new device for his eyes, and ended up holding it awkwardly with both hands, looking at the image you had taken seconds ago. "Ah... Another human thing..." A sigh left his lips, and he looked up at you heavily as he handed your phone back to you.

"Don't do it again. You scared me and it was stupid." After those words, you looked at him with some pity, so it didn't take long for him to clear his throat and correct himself. "Ask me before. But don't even think about being with that in your hands all the time. You know that human inventions are not to my liking."

Yes, of course. He's actually a bit embarrassed that you keep photos of him.

› 〉Childe.

You knew that your feelings had changed drastically throughout all the time, since you had first arrived in that world. Since you met, everything was fights and battles to see who was the best and strongest, and although the answer was always obvious - Childe won - you did not give up. It was... funny. And he was gentle sometimes.

You were like that for weeks, every time you see each other, the friendly fights changed to more relaxed plans, to the point that sometimes you just walked around and from time to time Childe bought you anything you liked. "Do you like this Rex Lapis plush?" He knew he didn't even have to ask you, you loved the stuffed animals that they sold especially if it was related to things from that world and not simple things like teddy bears. "Well, here you go."

He held out his arm for you to take the dragon shaped teddy, but instead you shook your head, you had an idea in mind. "Wait. Stick to him. And hug him." you asked him. The redhead looked quite confused with your orders, although he did so without question. Poor naive.

You took out your mobile and took a picture of it. The boy's eyes widened in surprise and he separated from the toy quickly. "What have you done?" Seeing you laugh, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's so funny? Let me see." You showed him the screen of your mobile, and out of the corner of your eye you could see how the opponent's cheeks were stained with a pretty redness.

When he realized you were looking at him, he shook his head trying to get rid of the blush. The redhead wrapped your neck with the long Rex Lapis teddy. "Let me use that thing. I want to try taking a picture myself. Better than yours."

Better than yours, yeah. Just because you were in them.

And he also wants to have his revenge. Surely he will steal your mobile to fiddle with it while figuring out how to take unsuspecting photos of you.

› 〉Diluc

The vineyard looked so pretty in the evening. The orange color of the sky mixed with the extensive terrain of that area, making it a picturesque landscape to behold, and a view that no matter how much you saw it almost every day, it was pleasant and relaxing for the two of you.

"Shall we relax here for a moment, Y/N?" Diluc asked kindly, as he pointed to a bench in front of the building. Your answer was yes, and you sat together. The pyro boy had closed his eyes as he raised his face slightly. The breeze caressed his face gently and made his long red hair billow in a gentle rhythm.

You took a picture of him as he was, and he didn't even notice. You focused your attention on the photo, looking at it and zooming in on it. How could that boy be so attractive without even trying?

You heard him clear his throat seconds later. Diluc was leaning out watching the screen with you while you admired the photo you took. "Eh..." you felt like cold sweats fell down your forehead at that situation. He had totally got you. Seeing your reaction, he quickly spoke again so you wouldn't feel awkward. "It's okay. I was just surprised you looked so much at... that. It's a... camera, right?" You nodded, still quite embarrassed. You really couldn't tell him it was a mobile. Not in that specific moment. "You could teach me how to use it. I also want to capture some moments with you... so I never forget them."

Aha. He wants to admire you just as you do with him.

› 〉Zhongli.

You loved hearing this man's stories. His voice was a melody to your ears that you could listen to day after day without getting tired. It was the only thing you heard, next to the sound of some birds in that place. He was telling you an anecdote that happened to him in that same area thousands of years ago.

What were you thinking when, on impulse, you suddenly took out your mobile and took a picture of him in the middle of the speech? Silence was suddenly made when you took out that device.

Zhongli had never seen that before. He looked at you waiting for an explanation, although he seemed just as calm as ever. "Well? What is that?" he asked, tilting his head a little. There was a note of curiosity in his voice. "A mobile. You can do various things with it." You answered while you gave it to him so that he could see it well.

"Oh, how interesting. And what you decided to do was to take a picture of me." a small smile lit up his face. "You know you have all the time in the world to see me whenever you want, you don't have the need to use this... device in my presence."

Exactly. All he wants is to enjoy your company while he has it, and to be able to feel you with all five senses, not just sight.