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bakugoushotwife · 1 year ago

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kinktober day seventeen: sex pollen kink

>>> god i love me some yuuta he is such a beautiful angel and deserves this! this started out as face-fucking kink but turned into this for storyline purposes LMFAOOO

>>> starring: yuuta okkotsu x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: sex pollen theme, pining, jealousy, face-fucking, oral (f!receiving) creampie, swallowing, doggy, headlock! oops!! >>> wc: 4.5k >>> event masterlist

you two make a dynamic duo. this was evident after he joined the school, drawn to you inexplicably. you were bubbly, funny, beautiful, and immensely talented, and you were the first person to smile at him. you became fast friends, and if he wasn’t sent out with toge, he was sent out on missions with you—where he quickly learned that your technique is beautifully complimentary to his own. you confused him though. you were incredibly pretty—non-sorcerers and classmates from jujutsu tech and her sister school approached you all the time, and you always politely turned them down. all sweet smiles and your caring voice humming out, “oh, thank you—i’m flattered, really, just—focused on working!”

you always were so kind, even if you had a good sense of sarcastic wit. yuuta got a taste of your spirited jokes and only grew more enamored with you, silently thanking the gods above for your gentle crushing of other men’s interests in you. but you never seemed too interested in him, hence why he was so confused when you glared at him and stomped away when he agreed to a date with maki zen’in during your third year. he didn’t realize that he was choosing something bigger at the time, deciding that if you weren’t into him he should try to move on—he should just focus on your friendship instead of all the boys throwing themselves at you and all the nights he spent wondering if you would give him a chance.

but things were never the same after that. you asked toge to take any mission you were sent on with yuuta, and you kept to yourself. panda was disappointed. he thought you would have fought for him, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself going after a man who didn’t want you back. you mostly stick to yourself, mingling with toge and some of your underclassmen when necessary. you run solo missions and spend your time in your room or training, all in an effort to avoid him entirely. you hated how weak the whole thing made you feel. you hated being jealous of maki, someone who had done nothing to you and had been a great friend; you hated being away from yuuta, but you knew it would be worse to stick around and pretend that you’re happy for him.

he didn’t know he’d lose you completely. god knows he wouldn’t have tried this if he thought it meant you would stop sitting next to him in class and start sparring with toge during training instead. he missed you. you used to sneak into his dorm a few nights a week to watch movies and lay your head on his shoulder. you used to hint at your favorite boba until he got it for you on missions in the city. you used to use your curse copying technique to boost his own, paired with the increase in cursed energy output powering his; fights don’t feel like they used to, especially without your arrogant smile as you two dismantle yet another assignment in record time. it was awful, and everyone could tell that he was miserable. that’s why yuuta and maki’s relationship didn’t last much longer after the school year ends. he celebrates his birthday wondering if he should call you—and you spend the day typing and deleting a ‘happy birthday i miss you’ text.

your final year of school starts, and you continue to debate with yourself over approaching him. it’s been months since you spoke, and you’re struggling to find the right words to say after all this time and distance. how could you explain yourself? ‘oh hey, sorry for dropping you, it was actually because you dated someone other than me.’ that’s hardly a convincing apology—and you don’t even know if he wants to see you. it had been a lonely several months without him, due to your own irrationality and instability, but still. you couldn’t bring yourself to stick around and yearn for him while he was in a relationship. now that he isn’t…things could be different. you decide to find him after you get settled into your dorm. you’re almost finished up, so you hurry out to grab the rest of your things.

yuuta can’t stop looking for you. it’s your final move in day, and he has to see you. he wants to make sure everything will be okay between the two of you. he knows what room you’ll claim he just has to make the walk from the boys’ building to the girls’. he’s nervous to see you, but he’s excited, too. it all made sense to him now. you did have feelings for him after all, and he stomped all over them whenever he started dating maki. he understands why you distanced yourself even if it hurt him beyond words. but everything could be fixed now, he could admit the truth with the extra boost of confidence that understanding your absence gave him. he could make the first move with the reassurance, he actually cracks a little smile at the thought of your reconnection and acting on the feelings he’s tried to ignore for so long.

then he sees you, and his smile spreads. he almost calls out your name, until he notices choso next to you, carrying what looks to be the remainder of your stuff towards your dorm. you seemed relaxed and cheerful, smiling softly and talking beside him as he nodded and gave the occasional grin to whatever you were saying. so this is what it felt like for you, then, huh? he supposed it was only a matter of time, every man you came across was charmed by you—and rightfully so. you must have finally decided to move on like he did, but it still feels like he’s been stabbed in the heart with a white hot blade. he’s standing on the sidewalk, rooted in place as choso opens the door for you even with the heavy stuff he’s carrying. you duck under his arm adorably, probably giggling out a thank you as you lead him to your bedroom. yuuta might be sick.

but he has no place to. he did this to you, worse—in front of your face. at least you have no idea that he’s watching you. even as his heart crumbles in his chest and he does an about face back towards the boys’ dorms, he tries to make himself smile. he’ll be happy for you. this is all his fault.

the rest of the day passes without you being able to find yuuta. you did run into choso while you were outside of your building. he and yuji were helping nobara out, but the former noticed you struggling to juggle all your things and offered to assist you too. you’ve worked with him before as well, so you didn’t think anything of it as you led him to your room to set everything down. you catch up with him for a bit and thank him for his help before you dismiss yourself in an effort to find your former best friend before curfew. it was a fruitless search. toge hadn’t seen him since he moved in, and panda still hadn’t arrived. he’d leave everything to the last minute. so with sadness settling in your gut, you return to your dorm and prepare for the first real day tomorrow.

it’s no surprise that the first day means missions for the fourth years. yaga gives a whole spiel on how you all are adults now and all grade one or special grade sorcerers at this point in time. so he partnered toge and maki for a mission in nagoya, panda got a solo mission here in tokyo, and then he sent you and yuuta on a mission in osaka.

his heart sank. there was no way he could get anyone to take his spot. he would be forced to walk alongside you and pretend he isn’t horribly depressed. you would mostly likely try to reconcile, and he missed you so horribly he would take you back in any vicinity. he wanted to fix things, to make things how they were supposed to be, and you’re supposed to be his girl. but what could he even do? maybe he would have you under his arm for this mission if he hadn’t been so brain dead. he can only blame himself, so yuuta extends the olive branch first.

he waits for you at the gates. you can see the hilt of his sword as you round the top of the hill, and you swallow hard. you couldn’t help but think he was still avoiding you after looking for him for the better part of a day yesterday, so what would you say to him now? his grayish blue eyes meet yours, and you smile simply from the warmth that builds in your chest at the sight of him. he mirrors your smile easily, and it turns out you two can pick up right where you left off like nothing had ever happened.

it’s relief. you were both so nervous that too much damage had been done. you wondered if the distance had grown so wide you couldn’t bridge the gap, and he could only think the same, but as soon as you joined his side, conversation flowed freely and laughter followed after. and even as the idea of you and choso nagged at his mind, he knew choso would never know you like he does. he would never fight alongside you so expertly, nor have all the history that the two of you have. if that’s all he’s got, then he can make it through this.

the mission itself was a bit more of a struggle, for once. you blamed it on the fact you hadn’t coordinated attacks in months, but this grade one cursed spirit had way too many abilities and tactics to use against the two of you. you have the ability to copy cursed spirits techniques after they touch you, but it seemed as if this spirit had several different styles. they were spreading what appeared to be a fertilizer of some sort over the ground and walls, you couldn’t get close enough to it to touch, and you weren’t sure that copying this technique was going to be very helpful.

“i’ll just boost your energy—we’ll have to fight the normal way.” you determine through a pant. none of your attacks had worked as planned so far. yuuta unsheaths his sword, chewing on the inside of his lip. he nods, seemingly analyzing the spirit and their dust to decide what he would do next. he surveys the abandoned ward of the hospital you were standing in, locating hiding spots.

“i’m going to sneak around, you try to keep it distracted?” he suggested, and you roll your eyes. it’s hardly a glorious plan, but you relent in it, letting him make the first moves would be more effective and decisive for the rest of the fight. he grins at your signature attitude, and jumps high into the sky. you chuckle at his showmanship, then run at the blob-looking cursed spirit with a whistle. you twirl your spear, watching as yuuta drops down in the dust behind it. his sword stabs through it a moment later, and you’re close enough to get your spear into the mix. at the impact, the spirit starts spitting out that powder, and you get a face full of it.

you sputter and wipe at your face, trying to get it out of your eyes as you stumble back. the spirit laughs, while yuuta digs his sword into their flesh and tries to soothe your worries.

“it’s harmless!” he calls out, yanking his sword out of its back and circling to the front to retrieve your spear. “just get it out—you’re okay!”

the spirit laughs again, the glob-like substance melting into a pile as yuuta stabs it again, this time with the intent to exorcize it. “hardly, little woman!” the beast calls out in an automated croak. “cum is the only cure, female—you will die!” it laughs wildly, turning into a liquid under the pressure of yuuta’s energy. his eyes widen as you make a strangled noise of disbelief.

you’re not sure if you’re blinking in shock or still recovering from its dust in your eyes, but you stumble back as it fully disappears. yuuta rushes to your side as soon as it’s over. you’re going to die? unless you…do something extremely lewd? he’s blushing deeply but it’s clearly out of concern for your life, of course. he’s disappointed in himself for letting you get affected. he imagined it had to get in the bloodstream to be effective since he was fine, but he could tell with one look at you that you were not.

your eyes were heavily lidded, lips parted in a perfect pout as you stood on wobbly legs. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he could see your hands pulling at your uniform—and your inner battle to get yourself to stop. he walks towards you, concerned beyond belief. you would die if he didn’t help, and you do look so intoxicating like this…

“don’t come any closer—please.” you choke out, feeling around behind you to find a wall to back yourself against. your entire body coursed with uncontrollable heat and need, your pussy throbbing painfully. everything was intensified, your heaving chest, the smell of the man you’ve wanted for years, and the searing lust he looked at you with. you started to shake, and he knew he couldn’t obey your command. “i can’t control myself right now, please, oh my god–” you whine out as his warm and slightly callused hands cup your hot cheeks.

“you heard it…you’ll die..” he says softly, wide and concerned eyes searching yours. he wasn’t under the same pressure, but his heart was racing and his dick was hurting at the prospect of fucking his crush. his tongue darts out to wet his lips. he looks almost as nervous and needy as you do. “i just got you back—and i’m definitely not letting you die.”

you’re insatiable, the touch only made your brain fuzzy and scream out for more, your hands reach up for his forearms, whining weakly as the connection doesn’t satisfy you at all. “oh yuuta–it hurts so bad.” you pout, the look you give him is so pathetic he almost whines with you. “h-help me, please~”

he nods and smashes his lips on yours. you let out an animalistic grunt in relief, throwing your body at him and taking the kiss from heated to dangerous, your teeth gnashing and tongue poking at his bottom lip to get even closer. he can’t help but contemplate the words of the curse, they simply said cum was the cure. does that mean his or yours? and where? he doesn’t mind trying everywhere.

you pull back, but your arms stay around his neck, hands knitted in his soft locks. “my clothes–god it feels like i’m burning.” he gently pushes you off of him so he could help you find relief, popping the buttons on your top and letting out a shaky sigh at the sight of your breasts spilling over your bra. he snakes his hands around your back, slender fingers working quickly to unlatch the clasps. he does let out a little moan this time—your tits sag when your bra drops, and yuuta pushes all the fabric off your upper half and his hands knead at your chest instantly, causing you to wail and moan. he’s trying to be normal, but this is anything but. he’s spent many a night with his fist wrapped around his dick, thinking about the first time he would have you, but it never went like this. he’s hardly complaining though, you’re so sensitive and your noises are so pornographic he’s trying not to bust in his pants.

“i’m gonna start crying–” you sniffle, none of his touches were satisfying you like you needed, it was getting unbearable. you were burning up and your pretty eyes were filling with tears of needy frustration. he whimpers at the sight and hurriedly peels his own clothes off, shaking his head in worry.

“oh, don’t cry! i’m here—i’ll..i’ll make it better!” he nods, hooking his fingers under your skirt, shoving it to the perfect dip of your waist. he looks at your soaked panties, and his heart stops. he’s really going to do this, you aren’t even in your right mind—he can’t help but feel like he’s taking advantage of you.

“yuuta–please, i want you so bad, need you!” you cry out, crumbling to your knees before him. you paw at his pants, untying his belt and yanking at the sides of his pants hungrily. he gasps at your desire. he was perfectly happy to please you only, wanting to save you more than anything—maybe other than this, you looking up at him with your lip between your teeth as his dick springs free, slapping against his stomach and making you moan out before you grab him. “fuck my mouth, okay–i need your cum, you heard it.” you sigh, eyes hazy with need as you lean in and kitten lick his pink tip.

his hand flies to your head, and he shudders just from that. you admire the sight of him, long and leaning to one side, cutely trimmed and a leaky slit meant just for you. “hope you didn’t let maki touch you—wanna feel all of it down my throat.” you rub your thighs together, fingers blindly playing with yourself to keep you from going insane.

he blinks a bit at your profession of jealousy—and then he remembers choso. “aren’t you dating yuji’s brother?” he confronts, jutting himself forward a bit to see himself splayed along your perfect tongue. you huff at the accusation, brows furrowing as you shake your head.

“never date anyone but you—” you confess, speech starting to slur. you aren’t able to think as clearly, all you can crave is his dick in your mouth, so you swallow him up. your nose tickles the dark patch of hair above his base, pretty teary eyes batting up at him as you moan around his cock. you want him to be rough? okay. he’ll do that for you–your life is on the line after all. he slides his hands to your cheeks as you work your way along him, up and down at such a sensual pace he’s a moaning mess like he’s affected by the technique. his noises only cause more of your own, his weighty tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag each time. he makes it worse when he decides to apply pressure, holding your head still and moving his hips instead. he fucks your face brutally, you didn’t think he had it in him. tears run down your face and gags and moans are all to be heard. he looks so good, brows set forward in focus and his pink lips parted to let his whimpers free. he tastes even better, and you think you cum when he does, his thick ropes hitting the same spot his dick was, but you swallow it all down anyway and lick your lips—waiting for more. he shudders, this was far too much for him to handle, he didn’t know how he could return to normal after this.

“let me see you now.” he blurts out, sitting on his knees like you. he crawls closer to you, easing you to lay back on the floor. you’re not too good for it, especially not if it meant yuuta was going to make you feel better. you were frantic with need, spreading your legs as soon as you felt his touch to them, he sees your soaked panties again, and his semi perks all the way back up again. “can i take them off?”

“fuck–please, yuuta, can’t take it anymore—put your mouth on me!” you call out his name so desperately he can’t help but wonder if you would be so slutty had someone else gone on this mission with you. the thought quickly disappears when he remembers your declaration, that you’d never wanted anyone but him, and he wants to ask if it’s true. surely he has time, you’re starting to look like pure sex and as bad as he wants to destroy you, he has to do so in good faith.

“did you mean it—that you wouldn’t date anyone but me?” he asks, peeling your sloppy underwear away from your drenched cunt. you nod quickly, the cold air making you shiver with anticipation. you buck your hips toward him a little, still nodding.

“why d’you think i stopped talkin’ to you? you chose her over me.” you pout, and he feels the guilt pang at his heart again as he picks your hips up off the floor, hooking his arms around your thighs.

“it was a mistake–i didn’t know you wanted me–”

“i love you—don’t just want you–need you, pleaseee we’ll talk later!” you squirm in his grip and he snaps into it. your words push him to new heights, you love him. you love him and you need him more than anything, and god he would make sure you never regretted it. his tongue parts your lips and he grows ravenous immediately at the taste of you. he sucks at it, wanting as much of you on his taste buds as he could get. you mewl and pant immediately, bucking into his face and moaning at the way his nose collides with your clit. you can’t reach him with the angle he holds your hips at, helpless and only able to play with your own chest as he devours you. he slides his tongue inside you, groaning at how tight you are. he knows you’re going to squeeze his cock like a vice. you cry out his name in response, and it drives him crazy. white hot need flows through his veins and it's not enough to hear you. he needs to feel you cum in his mouth, feel you buck and writhe in his arms just like this–it makes him feel like the man you need. and the more you call his name, the more he believes he is.

he tongue fucks you for a minute or two, just stroking your walls and tasting your insides. it makes you moan lowly, a purr almost, but when he slides his tongue up to your clit, your sounds turn higher, towards screams. it makes him feral, his teeth scrape against your hood and you lurch forward, whining to touch him. he makes out with your cunt, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum for you, oh–yuuta!” you warn in a broken wail, and he moans against you, waiting for you to coat him in your juice. your legs clench around his head, shaking and jerking as your release hits you in waves. he works you through it, licking two fingers in preparation to work you open, but you shake your head. “please, please fuck me, can’t wait anymore–.” you press your legs to his face again, the need almost worse now that you’ve cum once.

“it’s gonna hurt–” he winces, though the brain in his dick agrees with you wholeheartedly.

“it already hurts—please, please, if you care about me at all, just..please!” you sigh out, thrashing in his arms as you plead. how could he deny you when you talk like that, especially if it will make you think he doesn’t care about you.

“i care about you—i love you too, i–i’ll help you, i’m here.” he stammers around, lowering your legs to his hips. he angles his leaky cockhead against your hole, and your head falls back at the feeling and his confession. you nod, reaching for his hands that support your weight.

“good—then fuck me like you love me.” you pant, your body so glorious and splayed wide just for him. he’s in heaven, and he can’t fight off his need any longer—especially if this was what you wanted, what you were begging him for. he fits his tip past your tight hole, sinking his length deeper in fluid strokes. you moan wantonly, and the sounds make his body tingle. you’re walking sex, he’s always thought that, but seeing you underneath him only confirmed your perfection. you nod your encouragement, even thrusting your hips up to meet him, and the pressure makes his eyes roll back.

he fills you up like he was made to, squeezing between your walls and kissing your cervix once he’s in to the hilt. his fingers dig into your meaty hips, slamming your body down on him repeatedly until you’re both a mess of moans and sweat and heavy breathing. you squeeze down on him, mumbles of his name bless his ears and cause his dick to jump.

he turns you over, hoping you can still support yourself on all fours. you shake, but hold yourself up, arching your back for him to slip his cock back in without a struggle. he faces no resistance, your juices dribble down your thighs and all around him, gurgling and squelching once he’s nestled inside. you moan at the new angle, only intensified by him laying over your back and catching your neck in his arm, adding support for your pathetic frame. he’s got you in a headlock, his hips driving into your round ass, the sounds of his gentle grunting sing in your ear. you’re so close, backing into him like you’ll never have the chance to fuck again–which he can assure you would not be the case.

“yuuta–’m gonna cum ‘gain, gonna give yours to me?” you whine out, panting and struggling through your smooshed cheeks. he nods like you can see him, sweat dripping on your back. you massage him so well that he’s surprised he made it this long.

“yes, i have to make sure you’ll be okay.” he sighs, stilling as a loud moan rips from his throat as he floods your insides, noting that he would have to buy a pill to make sure this didn’t turn into a lasting problem at your young adult age. it feels so good though, he doesn’t know how he would ever fuck you differently. you shiver, squeezing all the seed out of his cock as you come down from your own high. you slump forward, his arm was the only thing keeping you from face planting on the ground. he rubs gentle circles into your bruising hips as he catches his breath.

“are you alright, does it feel better?” he quizzes, feeling himself go soft after several minutes of keeping you stuffed. “talk to me, i’m worried–”

“i’m great,” you giggle, feeling cum slide down your legs when he slips out of you, “better than ever. as long as that’s not a one time thing.”

he leans over your back again, turning your head for a sweet kiss to your lips. “no, no. definitely not. sneak into my room tonight and i’ll make sure of it.”

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offside-the-lines · 6 months ago

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Give my all to you | Nico Hischier

Summary: It's been two years since Aurora was set up on an unwanted surprise date with Nico. He's become her best friend and her son's favorite person. Aurora finds herself wondering if this truly is all she wants from him. Title inspo: Best Part by HER & Daniel Caeser

This fic is dedicated to @wyattjohnston for her birthday bingo. Happy birthday, Demi! You are an absolute gift to this community and to my life. I hope you have the best day. Here's to 30!!! 💖 Pairing: Nico Hischier x F!OC Word count: 5.8k Bingo card tropes: match-making, single parent, FREE (friends to lovers), sworn-off love, coworkers (barely mentioned tho lol oops). Warnings: Kid fic! The kid does get injured, but he is okay! (Please let me know if I missed something) Some Swiss German words used: Schätzli (little treasure), Bärli (little bear). This fic is un-beta-ed coz I wasn't about to make you edit your own b'day fic. LOL Masterlist

I. THE PAST

Aurora has always hated being late, even when it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault the production meeting ran late. It wasn’t her fault that there was something wrong with the subway line she needed to take. It wasn’t her fault that her bag strap decided to snap, spilling its contents onto the busy 8th Avenue sidewalk halfway through her approximately twenty-block walk. She had texted Nicole to let her know she was running late; she didn’t have the wherewithal to consider how strange it was that she never got a response.

By the time she had gotten to the restaurant, she was sweating and looking forward to a cold drink. Which is why she was even more annoyed when she couldn’t find Nicole in the restaurant. It was garnering her strange looks from the maitre d’ who had told her there was no reservation under either of their names.

Aurora checked the location twice before stepping back onto the street and pressing ‘call’ on her phone. It was a precarious balancing act, with her bag grasped to her chest.

There was no response.

As she pressed ‘call’ again, her eyes caught sight of Nico Hischier. A pit was beginning to form in her stomach as she began to realize what was happening.

No response.

At that moment, Nico looked up and caught her eye. His smile and wave all but confirmed her suspicions.

She quickly typed out a message as she ventured back inside.

To Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: nicole laud, what the fuck have you done. if this is what i think it is, im going to fucking kill you.

“Hi, Aurora!” Nico smiled; it was endearing, the way it dimpled his cheeks and crinkled his eyes. He stood up to give her a hug and pulled the chair out for her.

“Nico,” she said, “It’s nice to see you! Although I’m a little caught off-guard, I’m not gonna lie.”

He scrunched his brows. “Oh? What do you mean?”

“Nicole didn’t tell you?” She paused, examining his confused expression, and sighed. “She didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Look, Nico, I don’t know what Nicole told you to get you to come here, but this is not that. I thought I was meeting her for dinner, but it seems this has been some sort of setup. I’m really sorry if that’s not what you were expecting. Especially after waiting for me, which, I hope she at least did you the courtesy of passing along the message that I was running late?”

“She did,” Nico said.

“Well, at least there’s that,” she sighed, “I know you’re a great guy and everything, but I’m really not looking to date. At all. I mean, even if I was, I don’t date coworkers. I’m really sorry. She shouldn’t’ve done this. We can just call this a night if you want.”

Nico let a brief flicker of disappointment cross his face before schooling his expression into a soft smile. “Well, I mean, we’re already here, and you look like you might need a drink and some food. We can just have dinner as friends. Or colleagues if that’s what you prefer. I don’t mind either way. It’s up to you.”

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of just how long it had been since she’d last eaten.

“Yeah, okay,” she said, “I’m pretty hungry, and I was really looking forward to the gnocchi.”

Despite the way the evening started, Aurora admits she had a good time. Nico was easy to talk to: open, attentive, and responsive. Maybe it was just the bottle of wine they shared, but it was rare for her to get as comfortable with someone so quickly as she did with Nico. How quickly they were both willing to share the deeply personal stories they usually kept to themselves.

Nico talked about what it was like to leave his family and move to a new country as a teenager. He shared stories of his siblings and his childhood in Switzerland. He confided in Aurora about the pressures and joys of being named an NHL captain so young.

Something about Nico made her feel safe enough to share her life story. It was rare for her to talk about her son with someone who was practically a stranger. But she found herself telling Nico about the ex-boyfriend who broke her heart at the age of 20, disappearing when she was in the third trimester of her pregnancy.

Nico indulged her by asking her question after question about Theo; admittedly, it’s always her favorite topic of conversation. Nico seemed genuine when he mentioned that he looked forward to meeting him, even going as far as offering to take her son skating for the first time. It was a nice thought, but she didn’t think he would follow through on it.

The time passed quickly, and soon, her phone alarm was alerting her that it was time to relieve the babysitter.

“Ah, shit,” Aurora said, “I need to get going.”

“No problem. Do you need a ride?” Nico asked, smiling warmly.

“No, it’s okay. Should we get the check?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Nico said, shaking his head, “I got this.”

“Come on,” she prodded.

“No, no. I feel bad; you were absolutely ambushed today. It’s the least I could do.”

The earnestness on his face made her pause, eventually relenting. “Okay, fine. Thank you.”

“No problem! I’m serious, though. I would really like to be friends. And I would love to take Theo skating.” He took out his phone and handed it over. “Here, type in your number, and we’ll figure out a time to make it happen.”

“Okay,” she said. She felt warm and bubbly; his smile settled her for some reason.

Later that night, after she had gotten home and checked in on her son, she responded to the two unread messages on her phone.

From [Unknown number]: It’s Nico! Lemme know if you got home okay! When do you wanna do skating? To Nico 😈: home! weekends are usually a good bet for us. especially before the reg season starts. From Nico 😈: How’s next Sunday? Maybe after practice. I can reserve some ice time at the rink.

From Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: he thinks you’re cute! you should give it a shot. he’s a really good guy. To Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: i know you were trying to help, but that was kinda fucked. he IS a great guy, and i think we WILL be good friends. but i’m still really pissed that you ambushed me like that. From Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: i’m sorry. i didn’t think it through. To Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: it’s okay. just don’t do it again.

II. THE PRESENT

[two years later]

Aurora watches as Nico chases Theo around the rink; with all the time he spends on the ice with Nico, he’s getting so good. As they skate past, Nico slows to send her a smile. She waves back.

She hears someone sit down in the seat next to her, and she doesn’t need to even turn to check who.

“Teddy’s getting good,” Nicole says.

“Yeah, he is.” Her gaze never leaves the boys going round and round the ice.

“Must be all the help he’s getting from our dearest Captain,” she laughs.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know.” She knocks her shoulder into Aurora’s. “First overall. Captain of the NHL team. Not everyone gets dedicated skating lessons from someone like that.”

Aurora doesn’t respond to that, but she does let her eyes drift over the other players on the ice: Curtis with his kids, Erik with his kids, Brendan with his kids… She swallows the lump in her throat.

“When are you and Jesp gonna have kids?” she asks.

“Shut up,” Nicole laughs, “You’re deflecting.”

“Deflecting from what?”

“Fine, we can talk about something else,” Nicole sighs. “When are you going to start dating again?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we have to go over this again. I don’t want to date. At all.”

“Oh, come on,” she whines, “Teddy’s seven already. It’s time. When was the last time you even got laid?”

Aurora doesn’t respond, focusing on the squeals of laughter and the scraping of blades on ice.

“Rory, I just want you to be happy,” Nicole continues gently.

“I am happy. I’ve got a great kid who I love,” she grinds out, “I just want to focus on him. He’s enough.”

“I know, Rory. Of course, he is, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want more.”

“Well, I don’t,” she pouts. She knows it doesn’t come off nearly as resolute as she intends it to.

“I don’t believe you,” Nicole says; she sounds so sure. “You’re a romantic, Rory. You’re always reading those books and watching the shows and movies.”

When Aurora doesn’t respond, she sighs, adding, “When are you going to stop punishing yourself? And don’t say that you’re not. I know you still beat yourself up about it. You’re a great mom, Aurora. You can still be a great mom while dating.”

They let the silence linger.

“I don’t want to introduce new people into Theo’s life. I don’t want to have to explain to him why these men come and go from our lives,” she responds finally.

“Things don’t have to happen like that, you know?”

“Like what?”

“New guys coming and going.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t have to be someone new at all,” Nicole says carefully.

Aurora finally tears her eyes away from the rink and finds Nicole’s eyes boring into her own. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Oh, come on, Aurora,” she says, rolling her eyes, “Be so fucking for real right now.”

Aurora just keeps glaring at her.

“Okay, fine, be like that,” Nicole huffs. “Be honest, how much time do you two spend with Nico? Like, every day when he’s not on a road trip, right? Nico’s down as his second emergency contact at school. He was a new guy at one point, but he sure isn’t going anywhere.”

“Nico’s different,” Aurora says, grinding her teeth together as she turns back towards the ice.

Her eyes immediately find Nico; he’s leaning over the bench so casually, so easily, as he helps Theo with his water bottle. When he looks up, his gaze locks with hers as if he knows exactly where to look. He smiles, and she can see his dimples even from here. She feels herself smiling back. A laugh bubbles in the column of her throat when he turns back to stick his tongue out at her son.

Nicole snorts. “Yeah, he’s different, alright.”

“Yeah,” Aurora sighs, not at all picking up on the subtext. “He is. Not every guy is like him. God, I don’t even know if there are any guys like him.”

Nicole hums, “Uh-huh. So, why won’t you date Nico?”

Aurora’s head whips around so fast she has to blink at her friend for a second.

“Nico’s a really good friend. That’s it. And that’s all it will ever be,” she bites out.

“You know, he agreed to go on that date with—” She cuts herself off when she sees Aurora’s glare. “Okay, I know we don’t talk about it, but just hear me out. He wanted to go on that date with you. He’s into you.”

“Yeah, he was,” Aurora says, shaking her head. “That’s before he knew I had a full kid who I am responsible for 24 hrs a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. No one wants to walk into that situation. Someone like Nico definitely doesn’t want—”

“I’m gonna cut you off right there,” Nicole says. “Nico literally has lunch with you at work most days he’s here. He takes Teddy skating as much as he can. He goes with you two to museums, or zoo, or whatever, almost every week. He helps you make dinner and watches kid shows like Paw Patrol. Like, I just don’t understand why you refuse to see this, but he’s all in, Rory.”

Aurora feels her throat tighten and tries to cool the heat in her cheeks.

“Yeah, as I said. Nico’s a great person. He’s probably the best person I know. But he’s a 25-year-old NHL player. He doesn’t even date ‘cause he wants to focus on his career. He certainly doesn’t want to be tied down to a family already.”

“Oh my god,” Nicole laughs humorlessly, “Like, serious! Do you hear yourself?”

Aurora just keeps glaring back at her.

Nicole shakes her head. “You know, he used to date, right? Or, at least, hook up. Jesper says he hasn’t seen Nico pick up in well over a year. What do you think that’s about? You got an excuse for that, too?”

And for once, she doesn’t know how to respond. She didn’t know that. She has always assumed that he didn’t pick up when she was around, so she can let loose a little without having to worry about Theo too much, knowing that Nico has her back. She has always assumed that he hooked up on the road. And she doesn’t know what to do with this information.

Luckily, she doesn’t need to, as a loud thump makes her jump.

Theo’s banging on the glass in front of her with the biggest grin on his face. Nico leans against the glass a few feet over, beaming at him.

“Hi, mama!” he yells, “Nicki’s teaching me how to use my edges better when I skate backward. See?”

He grins so wide before he puts his hands in front of him, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, as he begins to wiggle. Aurora admits she has no idea what she’s looking for, but she smiles and cheers all the same. Her eyes flit over to Nico, and he’s tapping his stick; she recognizes the proud look on his face.

She looks away quickly, only to catch Theo losing an edge and falling to the ice. It makes her breath catch every time. Nico raps his knuckles on the glass twice before skating over to check on him. By the time he gets there, Theo’s already back on his feet, doing little hops.

She watches as Nico bends down to talk with him. They skate another lap before heading towards the exit together. She watches as Theo hops up onto the bench, and Nico kneels down to unlace his skates for him. She doesn’t know what they are chatting about, but Theo’s being especially animated.

Aurora is startled when she hears Jesper behind her; she has forgotten Nicole’s there.

“You ready to go, älskling?” he says, bending down to give her a kiss before sending Aurora a smile. “Hi, Rory.”

“Yep!” Nicole stands up, her hands sliding easily into his. She smiles at Aurora. “See ya later, yeah? Think about what I said?”

“No,” she laughs, sticking her tongue out like her son does, “Bye, you blond assholes.”

She watches Nico and Theo go down the tunnel together. Theo’s holding Nico’s hand despite telling her that holding hers was embarrassing; she tries not to be a little hurt by that. She sighs and makes her way over to the locker room.

It doesn’t take long for them to emerge, still sweaty. Theo can’t shower at the rink, so Nico usually also skips the shower so she doesn’t have to wait. Theo chats excitedly on the way to the car. Aurora and Theo had moved into Nico’s apartment building, a few floors down, not long after they had met, so they will carpool occasionally. Those days are always Theo’s favorite.

They hit traffic on the way back, and Theo’s questions and musings gradually fade out until he passes out in the back seat. Nico and Aurora sit in companionable silence for the rest of the drive, both happy to let the kid sleep.

It does mean that Theo is cranky when he is awakened from his nap, refusing to walk and then refusing to let go of Nico to let him shower in his own apartment. She sends him an apologetic look, but he just smiles and shrugs as he carries her son back to their apartment, Theo’s cheek resting on Nico’s shoulder as he blinks at his mom lazily.

She makes dinner as the boys shower, singing and dancing along to a playlist they have been adding to for two years. She feels, more than hears, Nico returning to the kitchen, his hand on her hip, a warm presence at her back, as he watches her stir the creamy chicken pasta. He steals bites off the spatula every now and then, laughing at her mock horror.

Theo has lost all the energy he was filled with only a few hours prior, and it makes dinner a battle. She feels guilty about the way Nico bargains with him to eat the vegetable. She should be able to get Theo to eat his dinner without help, and she knows she absolutely could do it, but it’s nice to have the help.

Besides, Theo wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything she had to say, always looking to Nico for guidance instead. Asking Nico for his bedtime story when the time came for it.

She’s not jealous, anything but. It fills her heart with warmth to see her son so smitten with her best friend. But that doesn’t stop the ache that fills her chest: this could’ve been Theo with his father. He should be getting this with his father. And it’s her fault he isn’t. Every day, Theo grows a little bit more as a person, and while it’s bittersweet, she always wonders if he would be different if he had a dad. If her mistakes are holding him back.

Aurora is startled out of her thoughts when she hears her son’s voice get progressively louder and more upset. She rushed into his room.

“Why not?” Theo whines, his voice wet with tears and his bottom lip trembling.

“Bärli, I—” Nico says, voice wavering and raw. When he turns towards her, he looks white as a sheet, his eyes darting back and forth between Aurora and her son.

“What happened?” she hisses at him as he stands up to give her space on the bed.

“I—I really don’t know. He asked—Never mind, not important right now,” he whispers, nodding at Theo, who is now bawling.

She rushes to her son’s side and pulls him into her arms, shushing him. She presses soft kisses to his forehead and just holds him until his sobbing subsides. Eventually, he tires himself out enough, hiccuping occasionally as his eyes drift close and his body grows heavy. Once she’s sure he’s asleep, she slips out of the room.

Nico is leaning against the wall in the hallway, worrying at his lip. His head snaps up as soon as he hears her exit the room. She pulls him out of the hallway and into the kitchen, the furthest place from her son’s bedroom.

“What the fuck happened in there?” she whispers.

Nico presses the palms of his hands to his eyes. “He asked me—Fuck—He asked me if I was his dad. Obviously, I said no. And then he got really upset, and I don’t know why. I have no idea what happened.”

“What do you mean he asked—How did that even come up?”

“I don’t know,” Nico sighs, finally looking at her. His brows are pinched tight, dark strands of hair falling like a curtain around wet eyes. “He was saying something about the kids at school all having dads. And then he asked me if I had a dad. And then he just asked me, ‘Are you my dad?’ And then he kept asking me why not. Like, ‘Why don’t you wanna be my dad?’ What the fuck am I supposed to say to that, Aurora?” His voice breaking at the end.

She feels the claws of panic dig into her chest, sharp pain in her sternum as her head spins. Technically, it’s not the first time he’s asked that. He used to ask about ‘dads’ a lot when he was a toddler; before he really understood what the word ‘dad’ meant. He hadn’t brought it up in years so she had assumed he was over it.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

“Rory, stop. Don’t apologize.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. He runs his fingers through his beard, a nervous tick she has seen enough times to set her on edge. “When are you going to tell him, Aurora? He deserves to know.”

She clenches her jaw. This is not the first time they’ve talked about this.

“We’ve talked about this, Nico,” she says.

“I know we have, but you’re being selfish, Rory. You should’ve seen his face. He thinks no one wants him.”

Aurora’s heart clenches, the panic spreading through her whole body. She feels the sweat prickling at her back, her neck, her forehead; it makes her itchy all over.

Nico is still talking. “He doesn’t understand why everyone else he knows has two parents, and he doesn’t. He thinks I don’t want him. And I can’t—”

“You can’t what, Nico? Because you don’t have to do anything. You’re right. He’s not your son. What I do or do not tell him is none of your business. You can think I’m selfish, you can think I’m a bad mother, you can think whatever you like. It was none of your business then. It’s none of your business now. It won’t be your business ever,” Aurora hisses, her chest heaving as she rants.

The silence hangs between them, thick and stifling.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” Nico says, voice so small and so raw.

And if she felt hot before, she doesn’t anymore; the words feel ice cold in her ears. She’s plunged into freezing water, falling through pristine ice into a frozen lake. Her fingers feel numb where the nails dig into her palms.

“Can’t keep doing what, Nico?” her voice sounds foreign even to her own ears.

He doesn’t answer.

“Can’t keep doing what?” she says, louder, “because I didn’t ask you to do anything, be anything. Don’t worry; you’re under no obligation to be anything to him. So, if you can’t put up with this anymore, then just leave. I won’t be upset. I won’t be anything at all. Because you’re right, you—”

“Schätzli, stop,” he interrupts firmly, “that’s not what I said.” He reaches for her, but she shrugs him off.

“Maybe. Maybe not. But I heard what you meant. I’m fucking up his life, right? Fucked up my own, practically was a teen mom. But that’s not enough. I’m not enough for him.” She doesn’t even register the tears streaming down her face.

“Schätzli—Aurora, please. You know that’s not what I meant,” Nico says, and he might be crying too. His hand keeps coming up, reaching for her, before going back to hanging limply by his side.

“You don’t get to tell me how to parent my son, Nico. You don’t get to tell me that I’m fucking it up.” The words spill out of her mouth, and she has no control over it anymore. Through the tears, she can’t even see his face anymore, can’t see the heartbreak in those brown eyes she loves so much. “You don’t get to say this shit, Nico. Because you’re not his dad. You’re not his anything.”

She hears what may be a sob, but she can’t tell if it’s coming from her own mouth.

“Schätzli,” he whispers, “You don’t mean that.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” she says, wiping her eyes.

“Aurora, please, come on. You know that’s not true. You can’t say that after the past—” He takes a breath. “I know this is hard for you. But I’m trying to be here for you. To be what you need.”

“What are you trying to say,” she whispers.

“You have to know I would be anything you asked me to be. You can’t possibly not know that by now.”

“I’ve never asked you to be anything. To me. Or to him. And if you can’t understand that we don’t need anything from you, then you should just leave,” she says through clenched teeth.

“Schätzli,” he pleads.

“Please just—just go.”

“Aurora, I want to be there for you. Both of you. I love Theo. I love—”

“Don’t,” she warns.

Nico sighs. “It’s always been fine that you don’t want me like that. I don’t care about that. It’s fine. But this… This makes me feel kinda fucking used, Aurora. This makes me feel like you think I’m nothing to you. No one. And that’s—Fuck—You need to decide what you want.”

“I’m asking you to leave,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Okay. Fine, I hear you. God, I’m so—” He stops himself, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment before continuing, “Fuck. Yeah. Okay. I’ll go. I’m leaving.”

Aurora doesn’t respond; she just keeps looking at the floor until he finally sighs and walks out of her apartment. When the door clicks shut, she slides down the wall and sobs into her hands.

III. THE FUTURE

The next few days pass excruciatingly slowly. It’s the longest Nico and Aurora have gone without talking in the two years they’ve known each other. He opens the text thread with Aurora countless times: typing and deleting, typing and deleting, before giving up. Every time he steps into the apartment building’s elevator, he stares at the button for her floor, but he never presses it.

Nico finds himself checking his phone so often that the boys have begun to notice and chirp him for it. He has never had a problem with focus before, always pouring himself into hockey when things go awry. It’s usually the one thing that keeps him centered, but for the past few days, it always feels as if his skates are too tight, the edges too dull, or his stick too short.

It all grinds to a halt when he sees the missed calls, voicemails, and texts from Aurora after an unsuccessful pre-game nap.

It’s Saturday, and Aurora’s exhausted. She can’t remember the last time a week has gone so poorly. For the past few days, it’s felt like everything in her life has been moved one foot to the left: out of place and disorienting. She has been lying awake at night thinking about Nico, playing their conversation over and over again in her head, pouring over the past two years. Every morning, she wakes up feeling more tired than the day before.

Theo’s not been much better. He has been grumpy and whiny. It seems like nothing she does can cheer him up. He asks her at least ten times a day about Nico: where he has been, what he is up to, if we can call him, and when we will see him next. It has been tearing her up inside that she doesn’t have an answer for Theo.

She has only known Nico for two years, and, between away games and the summers, it’s not like they are together every day. She shouldn’t feel his absence so acutely, but she does. She finds herself looking at the empty chair at her dining table and his empty spot on the couch; she feels the ghost of Nico so acutely. It hurts like a phantom limb, a gaping hole in her life, and she doesn’t know what to do about it.

Aurora thinks she’s holding it together until she isn’t.

When it happens, she doesn’t think anything of it. It’s hockey. She’s seen Theo fall during hockey countless times. It looks like any other fall until Theo starts crying, still lying on the ice, clutching his hand. And it’s as if the entire universe focuses in on that one point.

She doesn’t remember getting up from her seat and running down to the bench. She doesn’t remember the conversation with the U8 coach. She doesn’t remember the walk to the car, clutching him so tightly to her chest, despite the fact that he is far too heavy for her to carry now.

She’s trying to calm herself down enough to drive to the hospital, head on the steering wheel, gasping for air, when she hears her son speak up.

“Mama,” Theo says, voice wet and wavering.

“Yes, baby?” she manages to respond.

“Mama, it’s okay. I’m going to be okay. Nico always tells me, when I’m sad or hurt, to take deep breaths. I think you might need to take some deep breaths, Mama,” he says between quiet sobs.

It makes her chest feel cracked open and raw; it takes everything in her body to tamp down the sob that threatens to spill out.

“When did you get so grown up?” she says, her voice sounding thin and reedy.

“Mama, I’m 7. Nico says I’m a big boy now.”

Aurora swallows around the tightness in her throat and tries to take three deep breaths before starting the drive to the hospital.

The panic only subsides long enough to get them to the hospital. By the time they receive the X-ray results, she can hardly process what they are saying. The words “broken arm” and “no surgery” ring loudly in her ears.

Somewhere in her consciousness, she knows she calls Nico. She knows it’s a game day, knows his routine. But some part of her hoped hearing his voice would make things alright, even just a little bit. She calls a few times, pushing down the disappointment when he doesn't answer. It’s a game day. She knows the routine.

She is sitting in the waiting room, staring at her hands clutched tightly in her lap, when she hears Nico’s voice call her name.

She blinks and feels a pair of warm hands envelop hers.

“Hey,” Nico says, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, Schätzli, it’s okay. You’re okay. I got you.”

She deflates like a balloon, tilting forward to tuck her face in his neck as sobs wrack her body. His solid arms envelop her, hands rubbing her back. He keeps murmuring in her ear, a combination of English and Swiss German. She has no idea how long they stay like that, but eventually, she feels the terror and panic begin to subside.

“Nico,” she says softly, “what are you doing here?”

“You called,” he says as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He squeezes her hands.

“Oh god, Nico. Don’t you have a game? What are you doing here? You shouldn’t—”

“Rory, it’s okay. I called out. I told Coach that an emergency came up. I wanted to make sure I was here for you if you needed it.”

“You’re skipping the game? For us?” She swallows down a sob. "For me?”

“Yes, Schätzli. Of course, I did.” He reaches a hand up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is Theo okay?”

“Yeah,” she hiccups, “he’ll be okay. He broke his arm. And they’re just setting it and putting in a cast to make sure it heals right.”

“I’m so sorry, Schätzli.”

His hand cradles her face gently, wiping at the tears as they fall. There is a long stretch of silence as she leans into his hand.

“How did you get in here? This is the family waiting room,” she asks.

Nico blushes and turns away, mumbling something.

“Sorry, what?”

“I told them I was his dad,” Nico mumbles, rambling, “I didn’t mean to—It’s just, they weren’t letting me in. They said it was family only. So I had to tell them that. I’m sorry; I totally overstepped. I didn’t mean to. I get it if you’re mad—”

Aurora reaches out a finger and presses it to his lips. He stops abruptly, eyes wide.

“It’s okay, Nico. I’m not upset,” she says. She takes a deep breath, and with sudden clarity, she asks, “Is that something you might want to be one day?”

“What?” he squeaks.

“Theo’s dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, God, I hope I’m not reading this wrong. But—Well, earlier this week, you said I needed to decide what I wanted. And I just kept thinking about that conversation and how unfair I was to you—to us—by totally underplaying the past two years. ‘Cause they’ve been two of the best years.

“Theo loves you. I love you. You are the second most important person in my life, and I’m sorry it took this mess of a week to realize that,” she sighs. “I don’t know what I’ve been so afraid of. Or what I was waiting for. But it’s so clear to me now that you have been there the whole time. You never asked or expected anything of me. And maybe I was taking advantage of that while hiding behind my past.

“I know I can raise Theo alone; I know I can do it. But I don’t want to do it alone anymore. I don’t want to do it alone if I could have you by my side instead. And, oh God,” she says, her eyes darting frantically across his face, “I really hope I’m not misreading things. Nicole keeps saying that you—I feel like I’m being—”

In an instant, his lips are on hers, warm and soft and insistent. She closes her eyes and lets herself melt into his embrace. The kiss is chaste, but it feels like everything finally snaps back into place.

“God, Aurora. Schätzli. I would be whoever you want me to be. Whatever you’re ready for. I’ll be here. I’ve known that since the first time we met, Liebling.”

“God, Nico,” she says breathily, “I want everything.”

“Okay,” he smiles, “Everything it is. We can take it as slow as you’d like.”

“Haven’t we wasted enough time?”

He laughs, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Fuck, I love you, Aurora.”

“I love you too, Nico,” she smiles.

They share a few chaste kisses. And they wait, Aurora wrapped in his steadying embrace, until the doctor finally comes to tell them that Theo is in a recovery room and is doing great.

When they walk into the room together, Theo immediately spots Nico and his eyes light up.

“Nico! You’re here!” he yells.

“Yeah, of course I am,” Nico says warmly, walking across the room to pull Theo into a tight hug.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, Bärli. I’m sorry.” He runs his fingers through Theo’s messy hair and smiles. “I’m here now. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

He looks up, eyes meeting Aurora’s, and he smiles. And she never doubts for a second that he means it.

#look i know that third pic in the banner is jack okay don't at me LOL #demi's birthday bingo #birthday bingo #rox writes #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils imagine #devils imagine #njd #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier fic

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platypies · 7 months ago

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my cult of the lamb modern au because this idea has been cooking in my brain for the past week

excuse my rambles this is probably gonna be extremely unorganized and random but I DONT CARE RAAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

also i just learned how to do one of those break things so my ramblings are under the break

narinder is a single dad to baal and aym, he adopted the twins when they were about three years old. i didn't think too much about jobs he could have and stuff so idk. he's been no contact with his siblings for a few years at this point after an incident (don't worry they'll all make up at some point)

in this au, the lamb's name is agnus. their friends just call them their last name, lambert (it's silly i know). agnus grew up in the south (southern accent lamb is real trust) and moved up north right before high school. they were pretty popular in high school had a huuuge crush on narinder (who was not at all popular for his reputation of being a dick and probably starting fights) all four years. they end up becoming an elementary school teacher, and imagine their surprise when on parent-teacher conference night, their old high school crush walks in after not seeing him for more than 10 years after graduation.

the bishops are all biological siblings (half-siblings, since they're all different species) they all got the tall genes though, except for leshy. they're also all autistic. i don't make the rules here (yes i do)

shamura is probably a lawyer? (cause... knowledge and stuff??? idk.) they're definitely the type of sibling to bring up embarrassing childhood memories and keep photo albums of their siblings to show and embarrass them with lol. they also still text narinder every holiday/birthday to wish him well, even though he never replies. they definitely worry about and miss their baby brother

kallamar is a doctor. don't rlly have much to say about him but narinder definitely still freaks him out. i also like to think he took up painting or something art related as a hobby as some kind of way to destress with his anxiety and everything

heket is a professional chef. she probably scares little kids on the street with her rbf. absolutely has anger issues too. actually, think of gordon ramsay if he was a lesbian and a frog. there she is. also didn't have too much to say about her either oops

leshy probably does something plant related? not too sure yet. anyways like i said, he's the only one who didn't inherit the bishop tall genes. his siblings ABSOLUTELY make fun of him for it. also, i imagine his first word was 'fuck', because at that point narinder realized if he said a word enough times at his baby brother, he would probably repeat it. shamura was less than happy with this.

anyways those are kind of my little thoughts on this au i MIGHT write about it sometime if i get the plot in order idk

if anyone has any thoughts feel free to share them i'd love to hear them

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl lamb #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #narilamb #shamura #kallamar #narinder #heket #leshy

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cosmos-coma · 9 months ago

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Hello there! 👋😀

I was thinking of Bucky who volunteers with the elderly (considering his real age ) headcanons, please ! 🧓

No pressure of course ! 🫡

You. You get me. 😁♥️

Bucky Volunteering With the Elderly HCs

So I think it actually started at Sam’s request.

He understands Bucky to a good degree, being a trauma counselor and one of his few, but closest friends (despite the bickering lol). So he suggests Bucky get out into the real world again since that’s what helped Sam. He recommended Bucky reconnect with real people, and people from his own time at that.

Sam of course goes with him for his first visit. And while Bucky is a little nervous/awkward at first about how this will go he’s quick to loosen up

“Oh! Aren’t you a handsome one!” An old lady tells him, “how old are you now?” And he just smiles, “oh I turned 107 a few days ago.” The nurses of course think that it’s a joke, but the old people are the truth of it.

"Oh! So, you remember Joan Bennett and those silly weather prophet toys?" The old woman said excitedly. "Remember her?" Bucky says with a big smile, "She was my first crush. My mom and sister loved little women when it first came out."

All the older ladies adore talking to him, telling him all about their newly single kids (who are all like 60-70) and reliving pleasant memories of decades gone by. But Bucky does also make a point to visit with the men and old Vets and such too, where he's finally able to relate to someone outside of Steve. Though the old folks often forget some of the hard times (for which Bucky is glad for) they do get to recount a lot of good laughs and shenanigans they got up to In their respective squads.

Bucky doesn't even realize that by the time he's done and ready to leave that it's already been 4 hours. Sam even went to get lunch and come back.

After that Bucky makes it a regular thing. If he's not off doing missions and has a good chunk of downtime he'll go volunteer to spend time with the them. The staff and nurses of course absolutely love him and thank him profusely for his time and the way he's really lifted up the patients moods lately.

He also makes a point to remember people's birthdays. Bringing them flowers or a piece of pie from the diner down the road. He's also not above sneaking in some contraband either (mostly beer, nude magazines, and harmless prank items)

Of course becoming friends with old people also has its draw backs... and Bucky's heart breaks whenever he loses a new friend so quickly. He'll make a stop in at the funeral or wake, say his condolences and such, but doesn't usually stay very long. Honestly he's just happy to have known them in the first place.

But! To end on a happy note: you know the staff gave Bucky his own little locker or coat hook to put his stuff away in. He's in there so often that they actually print out a little name card and everything (Sam might be a little jealous).

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(Oops! forgot to add the taglist!)

General Bucky Taglist:

@writingmysanity @simpxinnie @goldylions

If I missed or accidentally tagged you lmk! Wanna be added General Bucky taglist? Please ask/DM me!

#writing this out while donating blood so I have a distraction #bucky imagine #bucky headcanon #bucky #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Bucky barnes #James barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 18 days ago

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WIP Wednesday...

...12 Days late and on a Monday (oops)

I was tagged by the lovely @sixhours - thank you so much! - to share a snippet from a wip, but here's the thing: I'm just working my way back into regular writing after unintentionally taking like two months off and after finishing up the latest Aphelion chapter with @something-tofightfor, I'm not even sure which wip to pick back up. So here are a few snippets from the things in my twisted wip heap, I would love if you all could weigh in on what I should focus on next!

*snippets and poll under the cut*

from Part One of The Grove, an Ezra x F!Reader series:

Shit, shit, shit.

You crashed through the brush, desperately seeking the same path you took into the heart of the forest so that you could find your way back out. But even though it had been less than an hour since you’d trekked through those very same trees, you couldn’t find so much as one of your own footprints or a bent twig to point you in the right direction. Heart pounding, you spun in a slow circle, scanning the dense greenery around you.

No, no, no. There’s gotta be… something. I’ve gotta be missing something.

You squinted, straining your eyes against the dwindling light that made it down through the canopy. Trees and vines and short, leafy bushes were all that you could see, like the forest had grown around your footsteps to swallow up any trace of you.

from Part Four of Recall, a Jack Daniels x F!Reader series:

“Please, listen to me.” You have to listen to me, Jack. You took a shaky breath, trying not to move as you let it back out. “She wasn’t-”

“Real? Yeah, you keep sayin’ that.” He gave the lasso a tug to tighten the noose around your arms and torso. You felt the synthetic threads of the rope biting into your biceps. “You say it one more time, darlin’ -” His top lip curled as he coated his words in venom. “And I’ll show you what else this thing can do.” Giving the grip another sharp yank, he pulled you a few steps closer.

from Part Three of Unfinished, a Marcus Pike x F!Reader series:

You turned into the hallway just in time to see Marcus open the door to the guest room. As he froze in place, head cocked to the side in confusion, you realized you’d forgotten to address the one logistical hang up of his visit. He spoke your name, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Am I missing something?”

“Shit.” You winced, fingertips coming up to rub at your closed eyelid before dragging your palm down over your face. I completely forgot about - you groaned. “I’m sorry, Marcus. I forgot to tell you. Bill took the guest bed when he moved out.” You gave a pathetic little shrug. “It was technically his, so…”

Trailing off, your eyes widened as another realization hit you. Oh, fuck. Because of how the night had gone, the sheets for the pullout couch that you’d thrown in the wash that afternoon had never made it into the dryer. “Shit!” You half sighed, half hissed through another wince. “I fucked up, Marcus. I left the sheets for the pullout mattress in the wash and now-“ You clicked your tongue and threw up your hands.

Now it was two in the morning and far too late to rewash and then dry a load of laundry.

from Kiss Me & Smile For Me, a Joel Miller x OFC series:

“I mean,” Emma went on, tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she playfully rolled her eyes. “It’s pretty much my fault that she’s so into this band anyway.” She laughed through her nose. “I was always playin’ their songs for warm ups, and then-”

“You’d do that?” He breathed out the question, cutting her off. “You’d…” Swallowing, he hooked his thumbs into her belt loops, head shaking from side to side to send his hair askew. “You’d go with her? You sure?”

Emma’s answer came without hesitation, her fingers coming up to rake the rogue strands of his hair back into place. “Of course, Joel.” She smiled, cheeks rounding out and eyes shining up at him. “I know how much it means to you to be able to do this for her. And I want her birthday to be special, too.” She nodded. We’ll make sure she knows the tickets are from you, and that I’m just going with her. Besides, I already got her a gift, so- ”

Joel didn’t let her finish her explanation though, suddenly overcome with the need to kiss her. Bringing his hands up, he cradled her face between them and swallowed the small surprised sound she made. It only lasted a few seconds, neither of them deepening it but both of them letting it linger so that when it ended and Joel spoke, his lips moved against hers. “I love you, Em.”

#HELP!#wip wednesday #on a monday #which wip should a witch whip?#help me decide #ezra (prospect)#jack 'whiskey' daniels #marcus pike #joel miller #or a secret fifth option

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plasmaapologist · 2 years ago

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...just realized i left my introduction in the drafts. oops. at least i have a better photo now.

my names tula, and i'm a registered pokémon nurse with a horrible tendency to ramble. i live in unova and do some work here, but i mainly travel to other regions for this.

i am a former member of team plasma. former. my username is ironic because i cope with humor.

i ran away from home at age 14- it's a long story - and ended up being indoctrinated in. i, like many others, were lucky to have a sort of "snap to reality" moment after ghetsis' first arrest, before the formation of neo plasma, but not before i spent 10 years of my life working for him. many people are shocked by how open i am about my experience, but i think its extremely important to talk about these things: if i could help just one person leave this cycle, or keep someone from entering it, then it would make the shame worth it.

i have dedicated my life to helping pokémon, as a way to attone, i suppose. my darling solosis, mini, travels with me, though i must admit she's quite the spoiled brat. to have such an innocent creature love and trust you is the most healing experience someone can ask for, and i acknowledge that i was so very lucky. i had a home to return to, i was able to find work despite my history, and physically, i bear only a scar on my back and a missing finger... also just so we all know i am a natural ginger and i am not going to dye my hair please stop asking thanks

feel free to ask me any questions you may have: about pokemon, about myself, or my experience with team plasma, any of the sort. and if you need help leaving neo plasma or a group like it, please shoot me a message, i'll give you all the advice i can.

- tula ☆

ooc and admin info:

hi! im cassini, im 21, and i have not rpd since middle school. please be nice

im okay with joining events and plotlines! but i do not know how to join in naturally and get too embarrassed to ask. please shoot me a message/invite! muse list bellloowwwww tulas info

im not lore compliant at times and am even willing to bend (most) of my own headcanons bc multiverse and the likes! very flexible in general

okay more important tula things:

- sapient pokemon interaction is okay! tula will generally believe them. shes seen weirder. legendaries will be met with much more scrutiny, but kindness.

- i keep her age purposefully vauge for "pokemon timeline makes no sense" reasons, but you can generally imagine her somewhere between 26-30, probably.

- shes been through a lot and often copes with humor, which means she tends to come off the wrong way a lot of the time

- though open about her time in plasma, she doesnt like talking about how it affected her

- she speaks before thinking and often posts in bursts do to this

- she has a pretty shitty memory

MUSE LIST:

Timeline 1:

Tula Gagnon - @plasmaapologist (OC. 📍Unova. Birthday: January 1st)

Callisto Aoki - @cherishcherubi (OC. 📍 Kalos. Birthday: October 25th)

Iolana Kealoha - @teamskullkalos (OC. 📍Kalos. Birthday: April 12th)

Timeline 2:

Mari Pijotto - @marifromkoto (OC. 📍Paldea. Birthday: December 18th)

Katy - @patisserie-soapberry (Canon. 📍Paldea.)

Atticus - @navisquadatticus (Canon. 📍Paldea.)

Larry - @medali-gym (Canon. 📍Paldea. Half joke blog.)

Robin Lusk - @absolsrenegade (OC/Self Insert. 📍Unova. Birthday: July 5th)

Timeline 3:

Timeline Unknown:

Grise (Hilda Lewis) - @driftingtrainer (Canon. 📍 Vagabond. Birthday: October 5th)

Rochelle Ichihara - @basaltpowder (OC. 📍Hoenn. Birthday ??? )

Barbie & Ken: @championbarbie-swimmerken - (It's fucking Barbie. Yeah, the pink one. 📍 Everywhere. She's Barbie. Birthdays: March 9th, March 11th)

Ice - @rottenice OC. 📍Primarily Sinnoh, but travels a lot. Birthday: December 21st. Please read content warnings in the pinned post.

Miki Nakajima - @nakajima-lgm OC.📍 Johto. Birthday unknown. Please read content warnings in the pinned post.

@galacticfoundation - Team Galactic AU blog.

@twotoypokemon Pokémon Rumble based blog. Sapient Pokémon OC. 📍Axel Town

#yes. i was a platoon leader and had a sword.#yes. i do still own it. its good self defense when you dont have a pokemon who likes fighting.#pkmn irl #rotomblr #unreality #pokeblogging #[admin note: tulas current age is purposefully vauge for “pokemon timeline makes no sense” reasons]#[also i'm totally fine with your character having some beef with tula due to her... past employment. it does fit her character :)]#[if you have any questions for admin feel free to ask in the comments!]

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beeholyshit · 8 months ago

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1, 3, 5, 10 and 16 for magnolia 🫵 i know NOTHING about her it's time you tell me

OKIIIIEEE, I'm still thinking of Magnolia's lore and everything so hehe MAYBE I CHANGE SOMETHING IN THE FUTURE

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

Name: Magnolia Reséndez (let's see if one day she gets a maiden name)

Birthday: May 15. I usually make my oc's birthday the day I draw them for the first time but I thought it would fit more on May idk.

Height: 5'1-2

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

She is usually very curious and supportive (she is just like that one auntie) so keep that in mind. Since she used to help Luchino with his research, people would see her as a figure of authority (even if she doesn't act like it). I was actually thinking that the people that doesn't treat her like that at all may be Luchino who treats her more like a close friend and doesn't act all that serious with her and maybe Andrew (I still want to adopt him but I haven't think about anything yet oops), maybe he is just a little too shy to talk with her but she really wants to make him feel a little less lonely.

In the other hand, I feel like after the evil reptilian thing Luchino would be more aggresive with her at first since he doesn't know she is the one tryint to hunt him down for research, but after he discovers she is the one trying to do so he is just kinda indecisive and confused about the idea of her wiwiwi.

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

Since she is a zookeeper she has developed the ability of being very perceptive, has a good eye and ear and is always aware of what is going on around her. I was thinking that if she was in-game she would be a contain/rescue hybrid type and she would have tranquilizer darts to contain the hunter hehe

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

I'M A LITTLE TROUBLED WITH THIS BECAUSE OOOOM... let's say that Luchino and Magnolia don't get together when he is still human, they liked each other but they were so used to each other they never really payed attention to it, THEY WERE JUST COMFORTABLE WITH HOW THINGS WERE SO... also Luchino being too focused on his research to think about those things. After the evil reptilian thing then it's when they just realize what was going on (on Magnolia's side thinking that Luchino was killed by the evil reptilian so she started a research on his name as an act of her love towards him and on Luchino's side: missing her and noticing how her absence is really hurting him, also the fact she is doing the research for him IDKIDK).

Soooo, I really haven't think how they get together but I think you can imagine how people view their relationship hehe. Maybe at the start people wonder if they are together or married since they almost act like old married couple but after evil reptilian eerrrmmm...

what da hell the woman doin/JJJ

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

FUN FACT: Magnolia would take Andrew to the zoo and show him the birds, maybe let him hold them on his arm HEHEEH

#(🌼) *⁠.⁠✧ — Magnolia #(♡) ｡⁠.ﾟ—⁠ Luchino Diruse #(🧪🦎)*⁠.♡ —⁠ Luchinolia #(☆) ｡⁠.ﾟ— Andrew Kreiss #SORRY IF THIS IS KINDA CONFUSING OOUUGHH #⭐ —⁠ Nero!!!

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pbandjesse · 2 months ago

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Today was a good day. I hate that I was so anxious about it. There was no reason for that.

I slept. Fine. Not the worst, not the best. I just couldn't find a good temperature and wasn't as comfortable as I would have liked. When James got up I ended up rolling into their side and stretching out but even that didn't help a ton. Just not the best sleep.

I heard James leave. And dozed for another hour. When I got up I was trying very hard to psych myself up. I got dressed and felt fine. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast. I wrapped my gift of that tortoise painting for Celia. I put the stickers for the flag house in my purse. I laid on the couch. I waited until it was time to go.

I made the meeting time 10. Which is when their museum opens. It is only 7 minutes away but I still left around 940 because I was so nervous about parking. But I would luck out again and got a great parking space. Which made me way to early. So I just chilled in the car for a bit.

I would finally walk over. I stopped to take some pictures of my sticker outside so I could make a post on Instagram about it. And then I was going inside. And they were so excited. They gave me a check. And we talked about the process and the images and their hopes for the future. It just made me feel so happy. Chris, the man who had originally commissioned me, said that when they send out their newsletter my sticker is going to be the first big topic about the gift shop. Amazing. I counted out the stickers to make sure they were all there. And I actually had 53 instead of just 50. So I would keep 1. Which made me very happy. I'm so glad I got to work with them and I hope I can keep finding these opportunities.

I would leave there a few minutes after I got there. And stopped at the little free library and got James a book about modern art masters. Which seemed pretty sweet. And decided I would go to second chance to see if they had anything for the baby room.

I was annoyed with myself when it realized I didn't have my earbuds in my purse. I was going to have to raw dog the store with my own thoughts?? Terrible. But I ended up having a few sweet little conversations with the old guys in the store. And it would be fine. I didn't find anything I wanted to buy but it was fun to look around. Even if I got sweaty and felt tired pretty quickly. So I went home.

When I got back here I would hang out with sweetp and had some yogurt and laid on the couch. I was meeting with Celia at 1. So I had time to just chill.

I had been wearing my doc marten boots for the morning (I'm trying to break them in) but they really hurt my feet so I knew I would be changing for the afternoon. But I chose my doc marten sandals which honestly aren't much better and I would still end up with blisters. Stupid. I should have worn socks but it's fine. I would mainly be fine.

I would take a very bizarre way to the zoo because I missed my exit. Oops. But I still beat Celia there. I waited for her outside the entrance. And was able to use my BMI membership card to get us in for free! So that was exciting. I would still end up spending $40 but it's for her birthday so it's fine.

We started with penguins. And then to see the bears. Which me and James had missed on Monday. I think that's what I enjoyed the most, we got to focus on different stuff. And I really had a lot off fun.

We got lunch. And I made a last second decision to get pizza but I regretted it and would end up wrapping most of it in napkins to put in my purse. I really enjoyed the fries. And I got another souvenir cup. And the girl in the back yelled over to me that she made sure I got the lion one!! She kept saying it and it was hilarious to me and made it worth it.

We had a nice meal though and continued on. Celia kept saying I was moving to fast because I was moving from window to window to try and catch the animals but she would literally run to stuff when she thought something was happening so it was just funny. We would get to see the elephants respond to calls. And deer in their enclosure which they chased. We had great otter action. And the bobcat! I really had a good time. We went in the aviary too which was really nice. We spent a lot of time on birds honestly. But it was really great.

We overheard a weird conversation with a girl who apparently works at the Huston zoo. She was chatting with a volunteer and made a snotty comment about how much better her zoo is. And like yeah I've heard great things but also, you aren't be a very good ambassador? You being snotty isn't making me want to try and see your zoo. But whatever. We got away from that pretty quick.

We made sure to see as many turtles as we could. Celia works with turtles now so it was fun getting to what she knew about different ones. And I was having fun but my feet were starting to hurt and I was running out of steam. So we started heading back towards the front.

We got to see the last penguin feeding of the day. Celia got to ask some questions. We got to learn that their oldest penguin is 33 years old!! Which is how old I am!!! Crazy. But it was fun seeing them eat.

We stopped at an ice cream truck on the way out and got milkshakes. Mine was actually a float but they mixed it so it was more like a creamsicle shake but it was still good.

We were going to take the tram back but no drinks allowed so we walked up the hill. Even though I was huffing and puffing a little. I made it and as we were leaving we got to see a raccoon on a trashcan! Which honestly may have been my favorite part. Love a random raccoon walking all over the scarecrows they have set out for Halloween.

Celia walked with me to my car so I could give her the painting gift and she really liked it! Made me happy. I also gave her some rocks. They were nice ones! She gave me a hug and we said goodbye.

I was honestly at the end of my energy. I didn't feel amazing and really really wanted to go home. Of course there was going to be traffic but I made it home by 430.

When j got back here I had a few things I needed to do. Specifically I wanted to finish the best in the teddy bear hospital. I had cut out the hat and pillow that needed to be made. And pulled out my sewing machine to do that. And while I was finishing that James came home. I was very happy to see them.

They jumped in to doing laundry. And I finished the bear and I'm very happy. I sent off some photos to the owner and I hope she likes him too! (She would text me later and said she'll come check him out next weekend at the market!)

I would come upstairs to clean up my nails. Cut my cuticles and filed them into a better shape. And then I took a quick shower. Which made me feel slightly better.

But I mostly just wanted to be in bed. And I would hang out in bed for most of the evening. James would work on their laptop. And come and talk with me. They brought me the package I got in the mail. Which is a little id bracelet but it came in a huge box which I was baffled by and could only laugh at.

Eventually James brought me a cupcake. Sweetp stole some of it and got crumbs everything. James showered. And is now folding laundry. And I am fighting to keep my eyes open. I am tired!!

Tomorrow I'm going to be at the farmers market. And then in the evening I'm going to have dinner with Callie and I'm very excited to see her. It's been to long!!

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe. I love you all. Good night!!

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magical-girl-coral · 1 year ago

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I just realized I never into detail about my disabled Orihime hcs, oops.

In my au, Orihime suffers from chronic pain and fatigue post winter war. She healed so many people that she subconsciously started using her own life force when her reiatsu ran out and ended up in a week long coma. Even after several weeks of recovery and physical therapy, the ache in her bones didn't go away and everyone had to accept the fact that is is now here for good.

Orihime was lowkey banned for an entire year from practicing her powers on her own out of fear she will accidentally use her life force again. Chad was both there to be a training partner and lookout should she show signs of self destruction. On her average days she just needs leg braces and stretches. On the hardest ones she needs a wheelchair. Those days are the heaviest to go through. They make her feel like a burden cause her school isn't wheelchair friendly so she ends up missing lessons and relying on her friends for homework.

Her pains can come out of nowhere. One week she can walk freely without any help and the next morning she can't get out of bed from the pains. Sometimes it's in the beginning of the day and other times it's right down the middle. It became difficult to find a job, but thankfully the boss at ABCookies was compassionate towards her situation and the bakery was already wheelchair friendly.

Orihime used to be a decent dancer before her diagnoses and she deeply, deeply misses being able to dance without a "timer". It's one of the main things she mourns the most.

Orihime lets all her friends decorate her crutches with stickers of their choice. Her favorite is the limited audition chappy sticker Rukia gave her.

Uryu knitted hand grips for all of Orihime's equipment when she complained how the rubber hurt hands. She cried when he showed them to her as birthday gift.

Orihime can't use painkillers cause have a huge addiction risk, especially for her thanks to her alcoholic parents and her lack of emotional tability. She instead does physical therapy and uses cream that relaxes tightened muscles.

Kisuke build Orihime her wheelchair personally. It's easily foldable and moves in response to her spiritual pressure and even can have a remote control attached to it on the absolute worst days.

He also invented a type of wheelchair that can float by adding two tanks contained with pure spiritual pressure in the back. But that one heats up easily and can burn her skin so it;s still in development during TYBW.

#Bleach #Orihime Inoue #au rambles

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teememdee · 11 months ago

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2023 ART SUMMARY!!!

2023 was uhhhhhhh a year! And I made art! And I’m going to talk for a long time about everything I did month by month! Yippee!!!

original individual posts can be found in my #tanner art tag!

JANUARY

Started off the year with my favorite skrunklies sleepy and snuggling. Then sleeping together while holding one another is so incredibly important to me, they’re so cute and I needed to draw it. Struggled with Kai’Sa’s face but I particularly like the drapery of the pillow behind them.

FEBRUARY

First off, just a simple Kai’Sa piece for the Vibes(TM) and background practice. I was also fairly miserable and when I get miserable I draw Kai’Sa being miserable as well. I love my favorite character of all time <3

Then a quick Valentine’s Day piece, soft gradient map stuff. Love my skrunklies, hopefully this year I can make something for the day that isn’t rushed

MARCH

In March I FINALLY finished my Star Guardian Kahri fic, be the light to carry me, and drew Kiko and Ina being adorable together to go along with it. They’re SO cute and people LOVE that fic. Chapter 3 ended up being a whole 20k words and every time I re-read I’m amazed that I wrote it.

A kiss for Kai’Sa’s birthday! This was actually two sketches mashed together because I had a good Kai’Sa and a good Ahri on separate attempts. Love Kai’Sa’s smile on this one.

NOW. Strong contender for my favorite piece of the year. Captioned “please don’t lose yourself,” my K/DA-verse Kassadin’s very dead wife’s ghost weighs on him, begging him to not get lost in his grief and lose sight of their daughter. Kassadin feels lost and broken without her. I love the emotions in this one, and I think the idea comes across even without knowledge of my headcanons. Love it so much.

APRIL

Full-body piece that took me all month. I just love this one so much. It’s just pure Kahri, pure love, pure joy. Pose inspired by Blake Belladonna from RWBY’s leg pop during the long-awaited Bumblby kiss. This piece just makes me so happy.

MAY

Oops! No art! Was too busy being on a (student) film set every weekend as well as dealing with classes and multiple other stressors. I did START a piece though, but wouldn’t finish it until the middle of June.

JUNE

I actually did the first sketch of the Evelynn piece in February, but I decided to revamp it in May, and then when school finally set me free I finished it, and it turned out exactly how I wanted it to. Her hair was a labor to render but I'm so so pleased with how it looks, as well as the blood. The first time I've finished a fully rendered Evelynn piece!

Naafiri is so fucking cool. Upon her reveal, I was seeing so much incredible fanart and I just needed to get in on it. The shapes and points are just so good. I used to draw dogs all the time as a kid, and my younger self would absolutely flip out at seeing this. I did this piece in one day, and I have no idea how I pulled that background off but hopefully I can do it again some day lol

JULY

Two drastically different vibes here. Realized it had been forever since I had drawn Kahri so I just wanted to make a cute summertime piece. Their hands should be bigger and it bugs me but this is still really cute, I missed my girls dearly.

And then my very very sad man Kassadin being very very sad about his very very dead wife. This is what I call his phase 2 design, when he's at the peak of his grief (spiraling, as emphasized by the background) and feels just so sad and alone. In my head this and the March piece are part of a series that I hope to continue.

AUGUST

Just one piece that took me all month because I was quite busy in August, and Runeterra Kahri pieces take forever, but as I always say, it's always worth it. This pose comes from mellon_soup on instagram, who makes a lot of really great pose references for artists to use, highly recommend checking them out. This piece is just so soft to me. Captioned "'you're beautiful, you know that?'" they're saying it to each other, two people that struggle with their self image finding love and confidence in the other. Also I'm so very happy with the background. I love these two so so so so much, they're my world.

SEPTEMBER

One of my goals for this year was to branch out in the fanart I made. Baldur's Gate 3 came along and I love watching my best friend play it, we love Shadowheart and I just wanted to draw her. This came after a lot of sketches of both her and our favorite Tav that ended up changing how I draw eyes. The rendering of her face here is also something I'm proud of, her nose looks great. And again, the background! This piece didn't get a lot of attention at all but that's okay, I made it for me and I'm very happy with it.

OCTOBER

STAR WARS TOXIC YURI WENT CRAZY THIS YEAR!!! Wolfwren (Sabine Wren x Shin Hati, from the Ahsoka TV series) had me by the THROAT for a solid two months or so, I haven't been that feral and deranged over a ship in a hot minute. They had me frothing at the mouth every episode even though I did not like the show overall. Anyways. First piece is a redraw of the part in episode 4 where they just have the most charged eye contact of all time, and I decided to take that in stride with inspiration from Horimiya, a favorite anime of mine, during particularly emotionally charged moments, the background changes and there's a particular color silhouette behind them. It really fits that moment of the show and I am SO proud of these faces, especially Sabine's. Drawing from a real human face reference was kinda new to me but it's taught me a lot. The file size also ended up enormous somehow idk lol

Then, my most popular piece of the year, on both tumblr and twitter. I LOVE hand imagery, I love subtle hand touches, I churned this out in I think exactly one day, it's so soft it's so cute and I totally understand the overwhelming positivity it received.

NOVEMBER

I was not doing well at this time in the year. The state of the world just had me in a horrible mental state, I wasn't taking care of myself well at all, I couldn't get myself to make art, especially something happy or cute, it just felt wrong. But then sometimes you feel something so strong and specific there's no other way to process it than to make art. To make a long story short, earlier in the year I thought a girl liked me, I liked her back, but it turned out she did indeed have a boyfriend the whole time. We didn't see or talk to each other for a few months but in November we (and the bf, lol) met up again. When she saw me at the door she smiled at me so sweetly and it was just the worst feeling ever and I just had to hide it behind a smile and a wave. Oversharing aside, this is a style I'd wanted to execute for a while and I'm really pleased with how it turned out, would love to make more like this.

DECEMBER

All of this was done / finished in the first two weeks of the month because then I got sick + was visiting family + jet lag took me out. Kinda sad I didn't get something done for Ahri's birthday or a traditional Kahri Winter piece but that's what January is for. Anyway.

Sometimes you just want to draw girls kissing and sometimes you wanna make it a little suggestive. Not much to say. Proud of the drapery on Kai'Sa's sleeve and you can always tell I love drawing hands.

Now it's time for classwork. Here I just have two pages but I've posted the whole comic on its own, this was for my "Art and Text" class, I have it printed in a booklet and my classmates + friends have responded to it so sweetly I'm really proud, I really really want to make more comics. This project was a culmination of so many inspirations from other artists and I'm really happy with the execution even if it was really rough for me to manage my time well for that class.

Then for my "Fiction and Allegory" class, two of my friends and I made a storyboard film (which I don't want to share publicly, but if I know you you can ask for a link) and during the all-nighter two of us pulled to get it done on time, I decided one scene needed music instead of diegetic sound, so I churned this out on garageband in about an hour. Would definitely love to try my hand at making more music in the future. Wish my classmates / teacher liked / understood the film more but oh well. I learned a lot and for the thousandth time, I'm proud of what I did.

IN CONCLUSION:

I ended up with less full pieces than 2022 but what I did create in 2023 are big, detailed, emotional pieces, and I'm more than satisfied. I think my skills in rendering, backgrounds, and colors really improved and I'm looking forward to how I continue to improve in 2024. This upcoming year has a lot of scary stuff ahead (namely graduating college) but I will come out the other side regardless, hopefully with just as much art I'm proud of.

If you read all of this, thank you!! If you've liked, shared, or commented on any of my art, thank you!!!!!! It means the world, always.

#2023 art review #long post #this year had some good highs but also some drastic lows so idk #but making art is always a high #happy new year!#artists on tumblr #tanner art #tanner talks

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bionicdogs · 2 years ago

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time for a brief moment of late night vulnerability:

i find it pretty cruel that angel came into our family as a birthday present for me and she died the day after my birthday. now granted, we didn’t actually get her on my birthday. she was born in january and came home in march, the product of an oops litter where my mom’s coworker didn’t realize her male was old enough to breed (yeah…). i was too young for her to really be my dog anyway.

it stings. it feels like my birthday is always going to be overshadowed now by her loss. august 21st is still weird for me, and this year will be three years since biscuit died.

i miss her. so, so much. i haven’t been able to vacuum her hair out of my truck from her vet visit where we learned she was bleeding internally and made the decision to let her go that same day. her nose prints are still on my windows. her soft toys and tennis balls are still safely tucked away where the boys can’t get them (we took them out for her every day when the boys got put up). her hair is still in the vacuum. the day after she died i went and got step stones to put over her grave, and got enough to redo biscuit’s at the same time to match. the stones haven’t started to sink yet, though i know they will and mounded the dirt the stones to account for that. i ordered her actual gravestone today. black granite, it will have her photo engraved in it.

we leave for a beach camping trip at the end of the month, our third time going. they have an excellent dog beach there. angel was supposed to go. she had a brand new harness and collar just to play in the water. she wore the harness once, and only wore the collar the day she died.

booker’s separation anxiety has skyrocketed. he’s destroyed a few household things which is something he’s never done before, even as a puppy. i don’t think he understands why angel isn’t home.

i haven’t been able to sleep. i fall asleep around 2 am because i’m not tired and i wake up again at 6:30, a full 30 minutes before my alarm. i’m not tired throughout the day; i don’t nap. there was a storm a couple days after she died, and i couldn’t sleep then because she hated storms and she was out there all alone.

i’m so glad i made that instagram account for booker. it pushed me take pictures and videos of everything. i have 222 pictures of biscuit on my phone, starting in 2017 to when he died in 2020. from 2017 to 2023 of angel, i have 1,419 pictures and videos. I got into proper photography because i had so few pictures of biscuit, and i wanted more than that for angel. i’m so glad i did. i’ve never been much of a picture taking person. it always felt awkward at best and rude at worst. i don’t care anymore. moments are fleeting but these pictures will last very long time and i intend to treasure them for years to come.

god i miss her. i miss her smell and her oh so soft fur. i wonder if the birds and the squirrels will notice they will no longer have her loose fur from being brushed to build their nests with. no one ever talks about the little things. booker is eating her food because it was dumped into a secondary container and couldn’t be donated. he’s eating out of her elevated feeder because it’s part of our dog feeding and watering setup and can’t just go away. he’s still confused about it. for almost three years he wasn’t allowed to eat out of that bowl, and he doesn’t understand why he can now.

i trim the boys’ nails and i think about how angel would be so happy i’m not doing her next. there’s nearly a full bottle of her ear cleaner in the bathroom. i bought a force dryer to make it easier to dry her after baths and swimming and only got to use it on her once. i have a slicker brush and comb that i used on her that i can’t use on the boys, their fur is too short. what of her boots, her lick sleeve, her leash. what do i do with her xanax. booker can take her other meds, he takes them anyway, but the xanax? do i just let it rot in the dog medicine organizer? take it to a pharmacist? eventually her food container will be empty, what do i do with it then? it has her name written on it.

#if you read that whole thing i’m sorry

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maguro13-2 · 5 months ago

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Lain's Anniversary or a Birthday Surprise

Lain : Happy 25h Anniversary to me! I can't wait to show everyone to invite my anniversary party! Woo! Let's begin!

*crickets chirping*

Lain : Hey, where is everybody? Okay, who's idea was it for us to have a single anniversary?

Alice : Hey, Lain. I guess our 25th anniversary has a little mix up.

Lain : A little mix up. Where are all my friends?

Alice : You don't remember. They all went to a birthday party for Shounen Jumper. I don't remember who her name was, I think it was, Fuuko was it.

Lain : Fuuko? Who the hell is Fuuko?!

*Zoom!*

Lain : Alright, whoever is missing out my 25th--Huh?

(Looks at the banner)

(BANNER : HAPPY BRITHDAY FUUKO-CHAN!)

Lain : WHAT THE NUTS!?!

(scene flips)

Lain : Alright, Mrs Fuuko-chan! Jokes over!

*nobody was here at party as it's nothing more than a mess*

Lain : Where did they went off too?

Alice : Uhh, Lain. I think that girl we just saw, actually Fuuko's birthday was on this day that show premiered over a year ago. Turns out that birthday surprise of her's was bit of a much failure.

Lain : So where is my friend at?

Alice :I think she went of a restaurant called the Cheesecake Factory, and I believe she goes to that girl's party for some free cake. Screw anniversary parties, let's go the cheesecake factory!

Lain : Of course, Cheesecake Factory it is!

*Meanwhile later at the Cheesecake Factory..."

All : Hey, Happy Birthday, Fuuko-Chan!

Fuuko : Thanks guys! This is truly the best of the best! Having a birthday at the Cheesecake Factory is a huge success!

Andy : I know, right? This is the perfect for you have a perfect cake! It's the birthday girl's birthday! This is truly her unlucky wish!

Fuuko : Classic me, Classic me! Thanks for having this wonderful time at the restaurant, Andy. Who knew picking Cheesecake Factory would be the perfect place for my birthday!

Andy : It's what this gift card told us, good thing I earned money from my U.S bank account.

Fuuko : Oh, look. It's the girl who wrecked my birthday yesterday!

Lain : Yeah, that's me. I'm sorry that accidentally ruined your birthday party.

Fuuko : Yeah, you remembered that party when all of my original friends was there for me?

Lain : Well...

*flashback*

Fuuko : Oh my Gosh! This is gonna be the birthday, ever!

All : Hey, happy Birthday, Fuuko Izu--

Fuuko : Oh my God! Everyone look out! *evades*

*Lain runs over Fuuko's friends*

All : My Leg!

Harry : My English Teabags!

Lain : Sorry about that!

*Steam Whistling+Train whistling*

Fuuko : YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS!!!

*flashback ends*

Lain : So I accidentally, ruined your party and it was totally a huge misunderstanding, so I guarantee. That I even made you an apology cake.

Fuuko : Is that so? I guess that apology cake's alright, but sure, I'll take it as appreciation, right after you help me out with washing my abs. My hot shredded abs.

*Record scratch*

Lain : How...dare you...!

Rei : *sighs* Can't we agree this?

Andy : Ladies, ladies. Be fair to each other and not go hostile on ourselves. We're all dudes and dudettes here. Speaking of dudettes, why isn't Julia coming to the Cheesecake Factory?

Fuuko & Andy : *realizing together* OH CRAP! WE FORGOT ABOUT THAT EXPLOSIVE THAT WE FORGOT TO THROW IT OUT!

*Meanwhile...*

Gina : Here, Julia. This is a birthday gift from Mrs Izumo. I hope she could clatter herself with those boxing gloves for the weight class.

Julia : Are you too sure about that? I gotta taste test it first. *About to taste the piece of the pie* Hold on, do you know what this really wanted?

Gina : What's that?

Julia : I could go for some milk with it.

Gina : Yeah, that's really cool. Just be careful not to get yourself hurt and make sure to not stub your toe to the--*Julia trips*

Julia : Oops.

*whistling*

Gina : *in slo-motion* Oh...SHIIIIIII-

*KABOOM*

Julia : I told you. 25 dollars for an explosive pie?

Gina : I did save a lot of money. *coughs*

Julia : Well, you're fired. *collapses*

Gina : I'm not even wearing shoes.

Julia : Then, you're rehired.

Gina : Actually, I do feel little about the shoes.

[Iris out]

~ Happy Birth Day to our Lucky Girl, Fuuko! ~

#serial experiments lain #neon genesis evangelion #undead unluck #gainax #shoune jump #crossover #lain 25th #birthday #comedy #funny #dark comedy

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flower-gothic · 2 years ago

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reunion (eddie munson x fem!reader)

this story functions as a sequel to a piece of his heart

summary: you return home for winter break and see eddie for the first time since leaving for college; things feel different between you...

a/n: this piece is a little festive considering the time of year, oops! more than anything, this is self-indulgent fluff, but i really appreciate anyone who gave my first story some love. thanks for reading and please enjoy :)

You awoke slowly, fuzzily, in the passenger seat of your mother’s car, all sleep-warm and sore from the awkward position your neck had crooked itself into during the long trip back to Hawkins. As your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim twilight, you realized with a smile that light, puffy snow was falling from the sky. The snow in New York never seemed so delicate as this, so soft and peaceful. It was one of the many things you’d come to miss about your hometown in the months since you had moved away for college.

Now, you were finally back at home. With a month of time off for winter break, you were excited to spend some time at your favorite places, to catch up with your family, to see your friends. One friend, in particular, had been filling your mind for the entirety of this car trip, not to mention all of the days and weeks and months you’d been away.

Yes, today was to be the first day in over four months that you would be reunited with Eddie. The first day you’d get to hear his voice clearly, the first time you’d see the big, toothy smile he saved just for you. The first time you’d feel the all-encompassing warmth and comfort of his embrace, because nobody gave hugs quite like Eddie did. Eddie hugged you like he meant it. You found yourself toying with the skull ring around your neck as you thought of him.

You were pulled, suddenly, from your reflections as your mom pulled into the snow-covered driveway of your childhood home. “We’re here! My little girl is home,” she said with a smile. You smiled, too, at the sight of the cozy little house. You could see the colorful lights of the Christmas tree twinkling from the window, and, even from outside, the soft melody of Christmas music could be heard.

With slight confusion, you trudged up to the door. Your mother had left the previous morning to come and get you, and it was unlike her to leave lights on for such a long time. You wondered who might be inside as you fumbled for the key you still kept.

“Should be unlocked, honey,” your mom explained, lugging your heavy suitcase behind her. You stepped inside.

The scent of vanilla and ginger hit your nose right away, the very first thing you noticed. Following that was the sound of a poppy old Bing Crosby Christmas record playing. And the third thing you noticed was the curly-headed, leather-clad boy standing in the doorway to your kitchen wearing a smile that could’ve lit up the entire house.

For a second, it felt as though time had stopped. You were frozen in place, just staring at him. Just as suddenly, Eddie’s voice brought you back to Earth. “Hey, sweet thing,” he said casually.

Your feet were carrying you to him before you knew it. “Oh, Eddie,” was all you could manage before the tears started spilling. You threw yourself at him, arms and legs both wrapping around his skinny form. He stumbled back a little, but returned your embrace after steadying himself against the doorframe.

“Hey, no need for tears,” he whispered in your ear, giving a soft chuckle. The sound of his voice made your belly fill up with warmth. With your face buried in the crook of Eddie’s neck, you took a deep inhale: he still smelled the same, all cigarettes and the cheap cologne you bought him for his birthday years back and something else distinctly Eddie, something so addicting and comforting that you didn’t realize you’d been craving it until you were with him again.

Gently, Eddie put your feet back on solid ground, though he made no attempt to detach your arms from around his neck. He reveled in the feeling of your soft body pressed against his own again. “I just missed you. I really missed you,” you mumbled, the sound muffled against his neck.

“I missed you too. But we’re here now, right?” Gently, Eddie pulled back to get a good look at your pretty face, the face he’d only seen in snapshots for months now. They could never compare to the real thing.

You gave him a watery smile and a sniff. “Right,” you replied.

Eddie’s gaze traveled curiously down your form, taking in the changes. New haircut, a new color painted on your lips, huge crewneck sweater that he quickly recognized as something he once owned. He stopped when he reached the spot where your collarbones met, where his ring still hung from around your throat. You could feel his gaze burning into you. “I never stopped wearing it, you know. It’s been with me every day since I’ve been gone,” you explained.

Eddie’s eyes flickered back up to yours, that chocolate gaze still burning right through you. You could usually read his every expression, but this was…different. You were entranced, and that tiny box you’d packed away inside your mind was starting to open itself up.

“I’m going to start dinner, kids! Excuse me,” your mother stated suddenly as she pushed past you, breaking the spell all at once.

Eddie sprang away from you at the sound of her voice, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. He scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Sorry, Mrs. L/N. I’ll get out of your way. Thanks for letting me hang around to surprise Y/N,” he said.

Your mother smiled at the boy, whom she’d taken a surprising fondness to over the years. “Eddie, honey, don’t be ridiculous! Stay for dinner. It’ll be ready in about half an hour, you kids just relax until then.”

Stepping out into the small living room, you admired the pretty Christmas tree that stood in front of the window. “The tree looks pretty. I feel bad that I wasn’t here to help her decorate this year,” you said, stepping closer to observe a few of the ornaments, including the homemade ones from your school art projects over the years. For many years, it had been just your mother and you. Your father passed away when you were only a baby.

“I know. But if it’s any consolation, I came over to help. She was bossing me around and having me hang garlands and lights and shit all over the place. I knew you got it from somewhere,” he replied with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a hard shove. “You’d be nowhere without my bossiness, Munson.”

“You’re right.” His smiling eyes met yours again, and the burning feeling started to creep in as you looked him up and down. Eddie was so…so handsome, and you were noticing it all at once. Those dark curls framed his face just right, surrounding his deep, deep brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. He was tall and slim, his leather jacket hanging off him just right, and those tight jeans hugging his legs in just the right way.

God, what were you thinking?

“Y/N? What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?” Eddie asked, joking.

You quickly spun away from him, heading towards the front door. “Uh, no, sorry. Wanna take a walk?” you asked, knowing Eddie wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to take a smoke.

“Sure,” Eddie replied. You were already out the front door. “Don’t you want a jacket?” he asked.

“No, I’m feeling a little hot, anyway.” You felt your cheeks burning, and you hoped Eddie wouldn’t see them in the soft darkness of the early evening. He caught up to walk beside you.

For a few minutes, neither of you said anything. The only sound was that of two pairs of feet crunching in the snow. It was so silent, the beautiful kind of silence that could only be felt during an early winter snowfall.

From beside you, you heard Eddie fumbling around in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and when you turned to ask for a drag, your breath caught again.

The cigarette hung lazily from between his soft, pretty lips as he looked at the houses down the block, all strung with colorful lights. Little snowflakes rested upon his lashes, making his eyes twinkle. His cheeks had grown rosy red from the cold. Dammit, if he wasn’t beautiful like this.

“Y’know, sweetheart, I can feel you staring at me,” Eddie said pensively, not even turning to look at you. He took a long drag of the cigarette, and you watched as the smoke curled prettily into the night air. “Is there something going on with you?”

Your face burned again as you fumbled around for a sensible response. “No, I-I just…it’s nothing. I’ve just missed seeing your face, that’s all,” you said finally. Eddie stayed quiet, and then you found yourself nervously rambling. “I missed seeing your face, and I keep thinking that maybe I took it for granted before, because tonight I can’t stop looking at you, and I keep thinking things I don’t mean to think–like, things I don’t think you’d want me to think. I just realized, looking at you just now, that I never realized how-how beautiful you are. And that’s probably stupid, ‘cause I know you don’t wanna be called beautiful, and–”

You stopped suddenly when you realized Eddie was staring at you. “You think I’m beautiful?” he asked. His tone was unreadable.

“I-I mean, yeah, I guess I do,” you said softly, feeling silly now. You looked at your feet, kicking around at the snow beneath you.

Just as many months earlier, you felt Eddie’s fingers beneath your chin, gently lifting your gaze to meet his. His eyes glittered like the snowflakes. He was grinning softly at you. It was full of the same sweet adoration that Eddie always looked at you with, but for the first time, you could finally put a finger on what that unnamed emotion in his eyes was: love.

Before you had time to think, you had leant up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips against his. He dropped the half-finished cigarette to the ground before reaching up to cup your face with both hands, pulling you in closer. You kissed him for what felt like an eternity, savoring the softness of his lips and the smoky taste of his mouth. Sparks exploded behind your eyes.

When you finally parted, Eddie was no longer smiling at you; rather, he seemed to be observing you in some sort of awestruck wonder. “That was even better than I imagined it,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

From somewhere inside you, you found the urge to tease him. “Oh, so you’ve been imagining it, huh?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively, and Eddie giggled.

“Yeah, you know what? I have been. I have been ever since I caught you playing one of my favorite songs on that dorky-ass saxophone of yours.”

You gave him a playful shove. “Shut up, Munson.”

“Now, princess, you know that’s impossible for me,” he replied.

“I know.” You took Eddie’s right hand in yours, contemplating the emptiness of his fingers. As the two of you walked in comfortable silence back towards your home and the meal that awaited you, you wondered silently if any of this would have happened if you hadn’t kept a little piece of Eddie so close to you for all these months.

When you caught his adoring gaze as he chivalrously opened the front door for you, you decided that falling in love with Eddie Munson was probably inevitable no matter what.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction

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link4eva · 3 years ago

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Kiro’s Dream Come True Date Translation [CN]

Hi! Thanks so much for your patience!

This translation was done with the power of Duolingo and Google Translate.

The translation below contains spoilers for content that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, then please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

It was late at night, and I was huddled in bed bored while swiping through videos. Suddenly, a crisp “ding dong” sounded, and a push notification popped up on the screen.

– [Special Announcement on Weibo] Kiro: This “Wish Collection” event has ended. The one who won the final wish prize is… [Click for details]

MC: ! It’s actually time for the prize draw of this event, let me see who is the lucky one…

Immediately, my spirit came to me, and I stretched out my finger to the link on the screen–

At the same time, an incoming call popped up on the screen, and the moment my fingertip touched the screen, a familiar voice came from the receiver.

Kiro: MC? You answered too quickly, did you stay up all night playing on your phone again and get caught by me?

MC: Pfft- I saw the push notification that the event you held before had a draw, and I want to take part in this grand prize. I hope I win!

MC: After all, what the winner gets is a chance for Kiro to grant their wish, how rare it is~

Kiro: It seems that Miss Chips is quite interested in this event? Then I can rest assured.

MC: Eh?

Kiro: I called you just to say this.

Kiro: Because this wish in the draw was a bit special, I wanted to celebrate the fourth birthday of a little fan named “Nini”.

Kiro: But the other party emphasized that she wanted a relatively cozy and private birthday party, so the address was set at her home.

Kiro: That being said… don’t schedule shoots as much as possible.

MC: Is there a reason for being so mysterious?

Kiro: You can rest assured that the other party provided information very cooperatively, and it should be Nini’s sister according to her age, only…

MC: Savin must still have concerns.

A muffled response came from the other end of the phone.

MC: But even so, Kiro must be very persistent in granting this wish. So he is now thinking…

MC: “It would be great if MC came with me. It would not only convince Savin to rest assured, but also not disappoint the fans.”

MC: Am I guessing right?

Kiro: …correct, correct, correct, correct! Oops, I guess I can’t hide anything from you.

He pretended to sigh helplessly, but his tone was undisguised and lightened.

I can seem to imagine what his expression was like at this time. How could I live up to such a Kiro?

[Second Part]

On Nini’s birthday, Kiro and I showed up at the address of the apartment on time.

After confirming the apartment number again and again, and consolidating the measures to deal with what Savin had told me so many times, I nodded toward Kiro.

Kiro picked up the cake he had prepared and rang the doorbell. Soon, a young girl with a ponytail appeared before us.

Kiro: Surprise–

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at Kiro in a trance. After a while, she blushed and covered her mouth.

Girl: It’s really Kiro!

Kiro: Hello, I’m Kiro. Next to me is…

MC: I’m his manager, MC, hello.

As I said that, I blinked at Kiro, but he was not surprised.

Kiro: We were invited to celebrate Nini’s birthday. You are the one who contacted us before, Nini’s sister, right?

The girl seems to have come out of her trance, looked at us apologetically and smiled at us.

Girl: Sorry, I’m just so excited. Hello, I’m Nini’s mother.

Perhaps our expressions were too surprised as she seemed to have realized something and waved her hands.

Girl: I think you have misunderstood… come in first. Nini, hurry up, come out and see who’s here!

(In the apartment)

As soon as I walked into the entrance, I heard something jumping down the stairs. There was a sound, and then a small furry head appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Two ears stand high, and a pink tongue hangs out like a soggy noodle. The small lace scarf on the neck is extraordinarily delicate, and it looks like it has been carefully dressed.

As it approached, its round buttocks trembled.

MC: Such a cute little corgi!

Kiro: So chubby, it looks like Mango Shake! *Reference to his Intimate Date*

As if it had seemingly understood the compliment, the little corgi sped up its small steps and jumped down the stairs step by step, its naive look made it so that people couldn’t help but want to approach it.

Girl: Nini, look, your favourite Kiro is here to celebrate your birthday!

Kiro: It’s… Nini?

Seeing us looking at each other, the girl blushed and lowered her head, a hint of guilt and unease was mixed in her tone.

Girl: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide it… and I didn’t mean to answer your questions so vaguely.

Girl: I didn’t expect you to come today. I… I am really surprised and thankful!

The girl’s somewhat bewildered expression cleared up any doubt that we had before. *Changed some wording*

Girl: Nini is not only a pet but an actual child to me. And… she’s a hardcore Kiro fan!

Girl: As long as Kiro appears on TV, she will sit right in front. I can’t even pull her away!

As if to prove that she is indeed a genuine “little soda”, Nini excitedly rubbed around Kiro’s legs.

Kiro squatted down and shook Nini’s paw in a friendly way.

Kiro: Hello, little Nini, nice to meet you. Happy Birthday to you today!

Kiro: I never thought I had a special and lovely “little fan” like you.

Kiro: It’s all thanks to this wonderful fate, right?

Kiro’s voice is gentle and sincere, I can hear him say something to Nini as he gently patted her shoulders.

MC: It seems that Nini has successfully captured Kiro.

Nini opened her grape-like eyes and gently rubbed Kiro’s hand with her soft nose.

Seeing this scene, the girl’s face finally showed a smile.

Kiro: Come on Nini, let’s start your birthday party!

Nini: Woof woof!

Looking at the small and delicate chocolate cake on the table, we fell into a brief silence.

Nini in Kiro’s arms stuck her tongue out, anxiously waiting for her own birthday ceremony. She probably didn't understand what the strange human was thinking.

The girl leaned beside me and whispered.

Girl: Actually, I ordered a special little cake at the pet store, but I don’t know why it hasn’t been delivered yet. If you could stay here, I’d go directly to the store to have a look.

MC: I’ll go with you!

Girl: No, it’s already very troublesome for you! And I didn’t make it clear before.

Kiro: What are you saying so mysteriously?

Kiro and Nini’s heads came into sight at the same time, and their eyes were inexplicably synchronized.

Kiro: Watch us, Nini, she is just going to go out for a bit. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Although the cake is not perfect, what is important is the sense of ceremony to celebrate the birthday!

Nini sighed in cooperation, Kiro raised his hand quickly, covered the pair of small ears, and lowered his voice.

Kiro: I can’t help but comfort this little gal, I think she’s going to jump up any second.

Kiro: The puppy cake you’re talking about, we’ll pick it up later, okay?

Listening to his urgent tone, I tried my best to hold back a smile, picked up a golden birthday hat from the side, and adjusted it. After adjusting it, I put it on Nini’s head.

MC: Well, the little birthday star’s hat is ready!

Kiro stood up, put on a serious look, raised his palm, and stretched it out to Nini.

Kiro: You sit here, be good, and don’t move. Do you understand? High five!

Nini: Woof!

The fleshy little paw scratched Kiro’s palm twice and then sat on the spot obediently.

Kiro put the four candles on the cake with satisfaction and lit one of them.

The orange halo flickered, outlining his face very softly.

[Third Part]

In the gentle happy birthday song singing, Nini’s birthday ceremony is completed.

At the girl’s request, she went to the pet store to pick up the cake while Kiro and I stayed to accompany Nini.

Perhaps because she didn’t eat the cake, Nini was running back and forth excitedly. Kiro, who was following behind her, finally lost after several rounds of chasing.

Kiro: Phew- Miss Chips, you say she’s so small, so where does she keep all that energy in her little body? It’s almost like when I walk Apple Box and he wants to take me for a run! *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Oh wait, where is she going?

I followed Kiro’s line of sight and saw Nini jumping upstairs strenuously with her short legs, leaving us with a stocky little butt.

Kiro: Oh no, am I falling out of her affection so quickly?

MC: No, Kiro is too charming for that to happen. Have more confidence!

The next second, Nini’s figure reappeared on the stairs with a big bag in her mouth, and she diligently put the bag into Kiro’s hands.

After reaching in the bag for a short while, Kiro took out a can of fresh meat.

Kiro: Clever little ghost, do you want to eat this?

Nini sat obediently at Kiro’s feet, her big eyes flickering.

Kiro slowly opened the tab of the can, but suddenly raised the can when Nini approached.

Kiro: What should you do first if you want to eat meat?

As soon as he finished speaking, Nini raised her two short front paws with difficulty, using the other two short back legs to hold herself up. *Changed some wording*

Kiro patted Nini’s head with great satisfaction and handed over the opened can of meat.

Kiro: Very nice, this can is your reward!

Nini raised her ears proudly, leaned over to take a few bites of canned food, and then turned her attention to the chew sticks in the bag.

Kiro followed her gaze and opened the packaging of the chew sticks and shook it in front of Nini.

Kiro: If you want to eat it, you have to say “thank you” again.

Nini responded with a crisp sound, raised her short front legs, and then unexpectedly put them back down and spun around.

Kiro: Nini, how much skill do you have that I don’t know about?

Nini paused, jumped suddenly, and snatched the chew stick out of Kiro’s hand.

Kiro: Hey, you! This “skill” is not something a good child should learn!

The fluffy little butt seemed to be provocative, but soon after, Nini took out another bag of jerky.

Kiro: Only after you eat this can of food. Be a good girl who doesn’t waste!

Kiro earnestly tried to educate Nini about saving money, but Nini didn’t seem to be interested as her short legs kept digging at the bag of jerky under her feet.

I couldn’t help laughing when I saw Kiro being helpless with this dog.

Kiro: Miss Chips, don’t snicker, come and help me.

I restrained my smile and bent down to get the jerky when Nini suddenly rushed up and took it back, making a threatening cry.

MC: She actually stole it… It seems that Nini is a dog who will not give up so easily.

Kiro: This little gal is really possessive. *kinda like a certain boi with golden retriever energy, lol*

Kiro said, naturally reaching out to straighten my messy hair.

Who would have thought that Nini would suddenly let go of the jerky and run over to squeeze between me and Kiro, making sure to lick Kiro’s hand constantly?

MC: Nini, this is… *not your man, bitch!! 😤*

Kiro had a novel look on his face and reached out his hand to deliberately rub my hair again.

Nini: Woof woof!!

Nini jumped on the spot twice and even rolled over to reveal her fat belly. Kiro had to rub it before she would stop.

I couldn’t help laughing at the realization.

MC: Nini is also very possessive towards you.

Kiro: No way, too much charm is also a trouble.

Kiro pinched Nini’s fat little face and deliberately made a sour expression. The corners of my mouth twitched as a little mischievous idea came to mind.

I walked behind Kiro, put my hands on his shoulders, looked at him defiantly, and then looked at Nini.

MC: Kiro– is mine!

[Fourth Part]

Nini: Arf!

Nini didn’t flinch in the slightest and barked back, making sure to not be outdone.

MC: He’s mine, not yours!

Nini: Ruff!

MC: You two just met today, we have known each other for a long time, you know!

Nini: Ruff ruff!

Listening to me and Nini bickering back and forth, Kiro couldn’t stop laughing.

He picked up the can and the chew stick and handed them to Nini, exaggerated sounds were falling out of our mouths. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Alright, enough already, stop fighting!

MC: This is a war between me and Nini, don’t interfere!

Kiro: Pfft– come on, Miss Chips.

Kiro leaned towards my ear and whispered something. My ears felt a little hot for a moment and I felt as if I was quietly being favoured. *Changed some wording*

MC: Nini, aren’t you going to admit defeat?

Nini: Woof!

The fleshy front paws rested on Kiro’s legs, and her eyes were still full of confidence.

MC: Nini, look, he’s mine!

In front of Nini, I held Kiro’s right hand.

MC: Look… look!

I walked around in front of Kiro and deliberately sat gently on Kiro’s right leg.

Nini jumped onto Kiro’s left leg without hesitation.

Kiro: Ah, am I hugging from left to right?

Although he said it jokingly, I felt that Kiro’s hand didn’t know where to go.

I didn’t expect Nini to be so obsessed with Kiro. It seems that I will lose to this dog if she doesn’t move.

I tilted my head, looked at the side of the face that was close at hand, and subconsciously pecked his cheek.

Kiro seemed to be stunned for a moment, and when he looked over, I looked away with a guilty conscience.

MC: Nini, do you still dare to fight?

Nini immediately propped her upper body and stuck out her pink tongue to Kiro’s face.

At this moment, Kiro suddenly stretched out his hand, took Nini’s chubby body into his arms, tilted his head and then leaned down.

Before I could react, a warm and soft touch fell on the corner of my lips.

Shallow breathing fluttered on the side of the ear, and a chuckle sounded in my ear–

Kiro: Congratulations to Miss Chips for winning the “Kiro Battle”.

Kiro: This is your trophy, please take it.

After playing with Nini for a while, Kiro and I sat on the floor panting.

Nini still happily walked around us with her short legs and pushed me with her soft nose reluctantly, and rubbed Kiro again.

Seeing that we really had no energy, she went off to play by herself in disappointment.

I turned my head and saw the beads of sweat on the tips of Kiro’s golden hair and the dog fur on his clothes. I subconsciously raised the corners of my lips.

Kiro: What is Miss Chips giggling about? Did I get caught again?

MC: Because I’m looking at you, I can’t help but laugh. After all, seeing Kiro like this is rare~

MC: But you played with Nini for a whole day today. Will Apple Box be jealous? After all, dogs have really keen noses!

Kiro: You reminded me that Apple Box’s always good-natured in appearance, but he gets jealous very easily.

Kiro: Usually whenever I touch another dog outside, he gets unhappy when he finds out.

MC: Then when you go back today with Nini’s scent, he will definitely ignore you, right?

I looked at Kiro, a bit of schadenfreude in my tone.

Kiro: Yes. Luckily… I think I have a solution.

MC: Eh?

Before I could react, Kiro’s whole body was already tilted towards me, getting closer and closer–

The next second, his head was resting on my lap.

Kiro: There we go.

Kiro: How about you let me bring more of your scent home so that Apple Box won’t smell Nini?

Saying that, Kiro rubbed against me like Apple Box, as if to rub in more smell.

From time to time, the soft ends of hair brushed against the skin on my arm, giving an itching sensation.

My heart beat faster involuntarily and I subconsciously reached out and pushed him away.

MC: How could this approach work…

Kiro: I think it should work.

Kiro: If you don’t believe me, try smelling me first?

Kiro said that as he took off his jacket and put me in his arms. My whole vision suddenly turned black and only a fresh, youthful scent was left.

In the dark with a cozy atmosphere, only the thumping of heartbeats was alive and present.

MC: Kiro, you…

“Woosh!”, the dark curtain suddenly pulled away from my world again and a face with a familiar smile gradually became clear in my sight.

Kiro: So, is it just your scent?

MC: I, I’m not Apple Box, how would I be able to smell it? Come on!

Nini: Arf arf!

With a crisp bark, the figure with short legs jumped onto my lap and pushed Kiro away.

MC: This is…

Kiro wanted to lean over again, but received a warning look from Nini.

Kiro: It seems that after you played with her just now, she now thinks of you as property and wants to monopolize you… What a special little gal!

As if to confirm Kiro’s speculation, Nini turned towards Kiro again and barked twice provocatively.

Kiro: Well, since today is your birthday…

Kiro stretched out his hand and a chew stick was stuffed into Nini’s mouth.

Kiro: The chew sticks and cans are yours.

Kiro: But Miss Chips–

Kiro: Is mine alone.

[End]

You can read/listen to the call that comes after this date here!

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