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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year ago

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Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader

Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado

Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story

Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?

Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.

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Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

_ "Nothing looks good damnit!" you whine frustratedly at your reflection in the mirror after trying out the nth outfit and hating everything that has touched your skin.

It's Saturday, the day you and Aizawa agreed upon for your dinner date, but the butterflies in your stomach are clouding your judgement and making you doubt yourself.

You look up the wall clock hanging opposite of your bed and bite down on your lip as you only have twenty minutes left until he's on your doorstep, definitely not enough time for you to dress up, fix your hair and makeup but you have to hurry, and you have to look beautiful, for him..

You glance at yourself one last time before taking a deep breath while many questions race through your mind, will he like this dress on you? Should you have kept it a bit more casual instead? Are you wearing too much makeup? Or maybe too little of it?

You jump up suddenly as the piercing sound of the doorbell reaches you, it must be him..

_ "Good evening, Mr Aizawa," it is him, in all his glory, clad in a pair of expensive looking black pants that hugged his slender legs marvelously, and an elegant white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, giving you a glimpse of his lean chest. He looks breathtaking, "I hope it wasn't too hard finding my apartment."

_ "It wasn't, you described it perfectly," he replies with a smile before adding, "you look beautiful."

_ "Thank you, that's so sweet of you," you look down at your feet, striving to conceal the deep blush warming up your cheeks, "and you look.. really handsome."

_ "Thanks," he chuckles softly while extending his hand to you, "shall we go?"

You did not expect yourself to be comfortable enough while sharing your life stories with someone you wished to impress, but something about him is making you put your guard down and speak freely even about the silliest and most embarrassing of tidbits.

He is charming, gentle, and an amazing listener, and between the delicious food in front of you and his pleasant company, you're feeling like you've known him for years, and you wish the night would never end.

You're learning a lot about him already, things you have never known before, or expected, things which are making you feel much closer to him.

Your eyes are fixed on the alluring man before you, listening to him eagerly while he tells you about once being a high school teacher for a few years along with his profession of a tattooist and owner of the studio facing your shop.

You now also know that Mr Yamada, Mr Shirakumo and Ms Kayama are his best friends since high school, they've been working with him since day one and made it easier for him to juggle two jobs.

_ "I never expected you to have had such an ordinary job before, and with kids no less!" you're trying your best to control your excitement at this new discovery, "somehow, this makes you sound even cooler than I thought."

He clears his throat and looks away from your blinding smile with evident bashfulness in his demeanor, "it does? Well, thanks."

He's cute, extremely so, and you've never thought the day would come when you would be describing him as such, but here you are, and it's making you fall for him harder each second that passes.

_ "Was there a reason why you had to quit your teaching job? I mean, I can imagine how tiresome it must've been for you to work day and night."

_ "You're right, but that's not the reason why I left school, it was because.." he smiles again, a bit differently than before, as if recalling a sweet memory, "I haven't told you this yet, but I have a daughter from a previous relationship, her name is Eri and she's seven.

A daughter? He's a father? You would have never expected this, it's even more surprising than learning about him being a teacher in the past, but it's adding to his charm and making you eager to know more.

He takes a sip of his drink before carrying on, "I didn't even know I had her until a few years ago, her mom kept the whole thing from me."

_ "Eri.. that's a cute name," you giggle softly while imagining him with his little girl, he is full of surprises, "was it serious between you and your ex?"

_ "It wasn't, we were young and stupid, and broke up after a few weeks of dating, and I didn't see her after that until she knocked on my door one day with Eri in her arms, she told me she was getting married and that I had to take care of our daughter because her to be husband didn't want kids."

_ "It must've been a lot to take huh? Was this the reason why you quit school?" you've been too invested in his story that you failed to notice your face inching closer to his.

_ "I was given a chance to make up for all the time I couldn't be there for her, so I had to make a choice, I owed her at least that much." he traces a finger along the back of your hand, and you almost shiver at the electrifying sensation of his touch.

_ "Is she home now? Who's keeping her company?"

_ "Her babysitter is, a wonderful woman with years of experience and kids of her own who are in their twenties now, so she knows exactly how to take care of Eri when I'm not home or working."

_ "you're an amazing person Mr Aizawa, and Eri will grow up to be a wonderful woman because she has a father like you." the warmth spreading throughout your veins is reaching your fingertips, this man sitting across from you is beautiful, inside and out, he is simply perfect.

_ "You're the one who's amazing," he finally holds your hand in his, squeezing it lightly for emphasis, "you know, I've never really cared about having a partner, and none of my previous encounters were serious because I was afraid of somehow hurting Eri or making her feel neglected, so I was fine just being a father, and promised myself that I will only expose her to people I can trust," he brings your hand to his lips, planting a soft peck there, and lingering for a moment, before meeting your eyes again, "and then you moved in across from me, and I haven't been able to take you out of my mind since."

You bite down on your lip to keep from squealing, as the feeling of his words and his kiss is driving you insane.

His words take you back to that day, when you opened the doors of your shop for the first time ever, almost seven months ago, you were both excited and anxious at the same time, you have put every last penny you owned into it and you were determined to succeed.

It was then when you met this handsome man, the one who has since made your days more exciting as you counted the seconds each day until seeing him for those mere moments that made up for hours of waiting, and here he says that he has noticed you? How come you have been so oblivious to that?

_ "How?" you have to know.

_ "Well, I found it cute when you froze in place the first time you saw me but tried your hardest to look nonchalant as you greeted me, it was obvious you were pretending and I found it endearing." your hand is still in his, and your eyes are following the invisible pattern he's drawing on your skin, because you're not confident enough to look him in the eye just yet.

_ "Tha.. that's not true." and you're pouting now, not for being upset, but rather for being embarrassed to be found out.

_ "I love that your reactions are always too honest," he chuckles heartily, "it shows how pure you are, and makes being with you very comforting."

The heat in your face is raising remarkably as you pull your hand from his so you could lace your fingers together in a rare moment of boldness.

_ "I was right about you all along," you start after a minute of silence, "you are too kind hearted Mr Aizawa."

Your time with him has been magical, the best night of your life, and the bright smile is refusing to leave your face as he drives you home.

_ "I had a wonderful time Mr Aizawa, thank you for asking me out." and your eyes are fixed on the ground as he walks you to your doorstep.

_ "Thank you for saying yes," he doesn't miss a beat as he replies, smiling softly while you both come to a halt facing each other and surrounded by the night's fresh air that's casting a pleasant atmosphere around you, "I wanted to ask you out for a while now actually, but didn't want to make things awkward in case you said no."

_ "Yo.. you really mean that? Then, what made you change your mind?"

_ "It was the moment you barged in and asked for a tattoo, you were nervous, but also quite brave, I was blown away and.." he breathes in deeply, "somehow I thought that maybe a part of the reason why you showed up that day, was because you wanted to see me."

_ "It was, it actually was.." you look into his eyes as you speak, suddenly all bashfulness and hesitation are leaving you, "I nearly gave up on all hope, but I'm glad I didn't."

His shoulders visibly relax as he gets even closer to you that your breaths are now mingling, his hand comes up to cradle your cheek and the cool feeling of it against your heated skin coaxes you into nuzzling it, "can I kiss you?" he requests cautiously, and you nod fervently.

He leans in slowly, pecking your parted lips once and pulling back to gaze into your longing eyes before connecting your lips again.

It's slow and gentle, and the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips is weakening your knees.

You are kissing him, truly, unlike the countless days and nights you spent imagining it, this is actually happening and it's so much better than all your fantasies.

His arms are on your waist, holding you securely and pulling you flush against his toned chest, as you reach yours around his neck to bring him closer and deepen the kiss.

Your lips are moving together in rhyme, and you fight the urge to whimper against him, he's stealing your breath away but you don't mind, you don't have to breathe, you don't want to pull away, you just need to feel him a bit longer.. just a little bit more..

Sadly though, a gush of air slaps your face as he parts from you, and your lips are suddenly feeling lonely without him.

_ "Sweet," he breathes out, half lidded eyes studying your flushed face, "tonight was perfect."

_ "It was." your arms slide down his neck to rest against his chest, and you can feel his thundering heartbeat under your touch.

_ "I'll see you Monday." and he finally releases you from his warm embrace.

_ "Oh, yeah.. right, Monday." it's impossible for you to hide your gloom, Monday seems far away, and that little moment you're used to share every evening as you close your shop and he opens his, doesn't seem enough anymore.

_ "Unless.." he interrupts your thoughts and your ears prick up as you listen eagerly, "I'm taking Eri to the park tomorrow afternoon, do you want to join us?"

_ "Can I really come?" you are overwhelmed with emotions, looking up at him with shine in your eyes and a wide smile on your lips.

You haven't forgotten what he said earlier, about being careful whom he allows near his daughter, and hearing his invitation to share the day with them is more than you can dream of happening.

He takes your hand in his, planting a soft kiss on your skin before speaking, "I'd love that."

_ "Then I won't miss it for the world!"

To be continued..

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year ago

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 7

prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | AO3 | playlist

this is the last chap of my steddie week fic!! i have a little blurb i may do for tomorrow's open ended prompt, but for now, here's the last @steddie-week prompt: misunderstandings

Robin stops him as they’re herding the gremlins into their respective vehicles. You’d think that after nearly five hours of spending the four barely adults’ money would be enough time at the arcade. But no. They’re all fighting them on leaving. As if they all won’t be asleep by the time they get home.

“Once you get it done, you may want to get up early.”

“Uh..what?”

“Steve always goes for a run at like ass o’clock in the morning.” she’s speaking low and fast to try and not draw attention to them, but their normal level of volume with one another is normally 100 times louder than this, so she’s really doing the exact opposite. “If you get up early enough, you can leave it for him while he’s gone.”

“Okayokay, I got it! Now stop making this weird.”

She looks around to find Steve already staring at the two of them questioningly.

“Oh shit… OKAY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE EDDIE.” she practically yells.

“What the hell, Robin? I don’t have a date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great!” she’s walking away already, shrugging like even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said that. “Call me when you’re home!”

Eddie smacks his palm against his forehead and turns to his van, not even daring to look at Steve again.

He finally does dare once he’s in his van and has started moving, giving Steve a ‘nothing wrong or weird here’ wave as he pulls away.

The expression on Steve’s face is indiscernible. Somewhere stuck between totally blank, and the most devastated look he’s ever seen.

Damnit, Robin.

He only ended up with Max in his van on the way back, so when they get back, he helps her inside, and resigns himself to staying up all night to finish the tape.

He pulls in next to Wayne’s truck at the same time his uncle is coming out the front door, a dufflebag in hand.

“You off to work early old man?” and he asks as he gets out of his van, it’s only about 9 PM now and his uncle doesn’t usually go in until near midnight.

“Yep, gettin’ some dinner with the fellas before we head in. Gotta leave shift early to go visit yer aunt.”

Ah. “That time of year is it?”

“Yep, I’ll see ya tomorrow evenin’, son. Don’t be getting into any trouble, y’hear?”

Eddie just shrugs. “You know me.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Wayne says with a crinkly smirk.

He gives his uncle a short hug, and Wayne kisses the top of his head with another ‘be safe’.

Then, because he’s agonizing about it, Eddie spends the next couple hours cleaning the trailer instead of picking the last two songs that will go on his side (listening to said tape while he does).

He’s still got some ideas from before, but only a couple good ones..and not all of them will fit in the time he’s estimated is left on the B side.

It isn’t until he gets to Be My Baby on his second listen through that he knows which one he’s going to add next.

After he’s got that one figured out and recorded, there definitely isn’t enough room left for the rest of the picks, so he adds the one he thinks says the most about how he feels about Steve, the one that says everything he needs to say.

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“Robin did say ‘ass o’clock’,” Eddie says to himself, glancing at the clock in his dashboard.

5:13. Yeah, that sounds right.

Eddie lets out a huge cracking yawn. Okay, he’s definitely gonna crash once he gets back to the trailer. He was so wired after finally finishing the tape, he couldn’t sleep even though he wanted to.

He makes it to Steve's street and parks up the road a bit (not wanting the rattle of his van to alert Steve to his presence if he hadn’t left yet), and walks the last leg. The tape in his pocket feels like it weighs a million pounds.

When he finally rounds the bushes at the front edge of Steve’s yard, Eddie feels every cell in his body seize up at once.

Nancy’s car is in the driveway.

What the–

Suddenly, the front door opens. He dives back behind the bushes, peeking through the leaves. You know, like a sane person?

Why the fuck is Nancy leaving Steve's house so early

Why is Steve only wearing those tiny fuckin’ shorts?

Oh no..

Oh shit.

There’s only one fucking reason

This is all wrong! Nancy knows he has feelings for Steve, was that not what that was at the arcade?

She’s with Robin, she didn’t refute it.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna have to tell Robin.

Eddie debates making himself known, let himself barrel over whatever awkwardness may arise, but he’s still got his heart in his pocket, addressed to Steve.. What’s he supposed to do with that then?

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t see you there! Just came by to drop off your very personal property that your best friend stole for me to defile! Nancy? Oh hey, you’re here! What’s up with tha–”

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the door of Nancy's station wagon shuts, the engine turning over.

She pulls out, thankfully heading away from where he’s hidden.

Eddie watches until she’s out of sight, then jumps again when he hears Steve’s front door close.

Steve does a few hops in place from foot to foot on his front stoop (still shirtless), and starts off on his run the same way Nancy had gone. Had he been able to see shirtless, sweaty Steve whenever he wanted?? He just goes for runs like this every day? Why had no one told him??

‘Oh fuckin’ hell, shut up, shutup!!’ He yells at himself.

Now what?

Eddie sits in the grass in Steve Harrington’s front yard and stares at the back of his mailbox.

Does he still leave the tape? Of course he should, it is Steve’s tape afterall.

But what about the songs? Steve’s not gonna want his bullshit now…

He could go back to his van and re-write the note then come back and leave it. No, he wouldn’t have time now, Steve’s athletic, yeah, but Eddie’s been frozen in his front yard for a while now. He’d be back soon.

Fuck it.

He’ll drop the tape on the front step, go back home and pack up his shit. Yeah. Good a time as any to get the fuck outta here.

Confessing your feelings to one of your closest friends who very obviously just got back together with his ex not even ten hours after you’d seen him and were very obviously flirting with each other?

Yeah. Not ideal.

Does he have the funds to get the fuck outta here? No. But he’s got enough for gas and he’s got a van. He’ll just load his mattress into the back and be gone before the rest of the town fully wakes up.

Good plan, Eddie’s brain. Thank you, rest of Eddie.

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Steve slows to a jog once he can see his house, cooling down from his run on the last little bit of his road, and stopping in his driveway to do some stretches back to the door.

He’s sinking down into his last lunge when he sees the little square of…something…sitting on the front step.

“The hell?”

He stoops down and picks it up, turns it over. There’s a piece of lined paper rubber banded around it.

Peeling off the band, Steve steps inside and unfolds the letter, leaning back on the now closed front door to read

“...oh no…” Steve looks down at the case in his hand. Now he sees why the rubberband was necessary, there’s another folded wad of papers shoved into the cassette’s case, now popped open without the band holding it together.

His heart, previously calmed down from his run, now beat wildly in his chest as he unfurls the short stack of paper.

He reads the first line, ‘8. I Was Made For Lovin’ You...’

“Holy shit.”

Steve books it up the stairs, he’s gotta get showered, he’s gotta get changed, he’s got one more song to add to the tape.

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Eddie’s just finished packing up his clothes when his alarm clock radio goes off, the 7am alarm still set for when he has to get up for school.

“...still don’t believe it, he was just leaving OH there must be some misunderstanding! There must be some kind of mistake…” blasts through the tinny speakers.

Nopenopenope, not dealing with that right now.

He slaps the clock around until it finally shuts off its maniacal teasing, and goes back to packing (and blinking away some wayward tears).

He’s just dropped the second bag of clothes and his sweetheart in her case by the front door and is contemplating if his mattress would actually fit in the back of his van, when there’s a knock on the door.

Eddie’s gut freezes mid-flip.

Oh no. Please n–

“Eddie, are you there? It’s Steve. Can I come in?”

‘Don’t move. Don’t make a single sound. Maybe he’ll think you’re not home and just leave.’

“C’mon man, I know you’re in there. You’re van’s out here.”

“Shit.”

Eddie trudges his way to the front door and opens it.

Even with floppy, just-washed, hair and an inside-out polo, Steve’s still the most beautiful person in existence.

“What do you want, Steve?” Wow. Even he’s surprised at how morose he sounds.

“I uh, I got your tape..my tape? I got your note. I added one more song and I thought, maybe, I could–” Steve looks down. “Are you..” his voice pitches high so he clears it. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Mhm.” Eddie can’t look him in the eye. He stares at the porch.

“Where are you–”

“Just going, ‘kay Steve? No need to worry about me being around anymore.” Eddie practically spits, still not looking up at his friend.

“Eddie, what are you–” he cuts himself off, his voice going soft. “Did you not mean what you said?”

That makes Eddie look up at him. Steve’s gaze is now cast downwards, staring blankly at Eddie’s packed bags.

“...I meant every word. Every song, Steve. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he’s truly mad now, who does he think he is, trying to act all glum like he wasn’t the one betraying his best friend.

“B-betraying my best–Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

Damn! He said that out loud.

“Just go away, Steve. I won’t tell Robin, but you definitely should.” Eddie moves to close the front door and turns back towards his room. He doesn’t hear it close, but he hears the creak of the floor when Steve follows him in.

Of. Course.

“Tell Robin what, Eddie? I already told her how I felt about you, that’s why she stole you the tape in the first plac–”

“Not that! You–” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides and spins back to face Steve. “That you hooked up with her girlfriend last night.” Steve’s face pales and Eddie continues on. “Yeah. I came by to drop off your tape; Robin thought I could leave it there when you left for your run. But lo and behold, what do I see when I come by? Nancy Wheeler’s car in your driveway at ass o’clock in the morning.

“Now, I may be a third time senior, but even I know what the fuck that means. Especially when, not long after I’ve gotten there, the Lady Wheeler herself waltzes out the door with Tiny Shorts McGee following her like a lost puppy.” he gestures at Steve, who’s still frozen in place by the door.

“So yeah, you can just burn those notes for all I care, I don’t even know why I still left it. Whatever. I’m leaving today anyway so you don’t need to worry about me pining hopelessly after you, ‘kay?”

Eddie’s chest is heaving, his eyes are burning with unshed tears, and Steve…starts laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” There are tears spilling freely out of his eyes now. “You’re really good y’know, had everyone fooled. Even me! King Steve is alive and well, everyone!” Eddie spreads his hands wide and yells to no one.” I can’t believe you got me to fall for your good guy schtick. Get the fuck outta my house, Harrington.” Eddie points to the door, stalking forward.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.” Steve puts his hands out and Eddie stops, crossing his arms and glaring. “Eddie, please, Nancy was only dropping something off for me.”

“Yeah righ–”

“She was! She came by that early because she’s driving to an interview this morning at a paper in Indy. She knew I’d be up for my run anyway, so she stopped to give me the revisions she made to my–you know what, hold on. I’m calling Robin.”

“Steve, I told you to get the fuck out of my house, not go further into it.”

Steve ignores him and goes to the phone, giving Eddie as wide of a berth as he can while he passes. He picks it up and dials.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Harrington, get the fuck out of here–” Eddie’s anger is multiplied tenfold when Steve holds out a finger to shush him.

“Hi Mr. Buckley, this is Steve. I’m sorry to call so early, but can I please speak to Robin? There was a last minute change to our schedule…thank you.’

Eddie watches Steve’s face morph from his customer service expression, to an admittedly frightening pissed off smile when Robin apparently gets on the line.

“Hey Robin! I found my Eddie tape! It’s the funniest thing, I came back from my run and it was sitting on my doorstep.”

Eddie can hear the muffled sound of Robin’s voice coming through the earpiece.

“I know, isn’t that crazy?” Damn, Steve’s passive aggressive voice is…something else. “He must’ve dropped it off while I was gone..why wouldn’t he give it to me in person?”

Steve waves at Eddie to come closer, and when he stubbornly doesn’t, Steve rolls his eyes and comes to him, stretching the cord across the kitchen as he does.

“Hmmm...maybe.. Or maybe something scared him off?” He takes in an over-dramatic sarcastic gasp. “Or maybe, my best friend and soulmate who stole the tape for him, told him to come by at the exact worst time! When she knew a certain ex of mine and current girlfriend of hers was stopping by before leaving to Indy and it scared him off!”

Steve tilts the handset out from his ear so Eddie can hear..there’s complete silence on the other end.

“That would suck, don't you think? Seeing your crush’s ex leaving their house early in the morning when you’re coming over to confess to them?” He continues.

“Oh. My. God. Steve!! I am so so sorry I–”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Eddie.”

Steve grabs up Eddie’s hand and wraps it around the handset, forcing him to take it, then stomps off into the living room.

Eddie puts the phone to his ear and walks back to the receiver, Robin rambling in his ear the whole way.

“--ddie, I’m so so sorry! I totally forgot Nancy was dropping off Steve’s paper this morning before she went to her interview! Please please don’t be mad at me, actually, scratch that. Be super mad at me, but definitely not at Steve, okay? I should have remembered, I should have told you, I should hav–”

It’s effective, he feels the anger draining out of him. “Robin, Robin! It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie glances over at Steve, who’s pacing up and down the short length of the trailer’s living room. “But now I have a very pissed off Harrington in my house right now…you got any survival tips for me?” he mumbles lowly.

“...Oh! I know, just go over there and kiss hi–her–stupid!” Eddie snorts through his nose, her parents must still be nearby.

“Got it, I’ll try that. Thanks Birdie…for everything.”

She sighs in relief. “You’re welcome, Doofus.”

Eddie slowly hangs up the phone, and turns to where Steve is. Now stationary, he’s got one hand on his hip, and the other is rifling through his hair nervously.

‘Yep. Buckley’s right.’

Eddie takes a deep breath and crosses to Steve in three short strides, grabs his face in both his hands, and kisses him deeply.

Steve responds immediately; he wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist, his large palm centered squarely on his lower back, and one around his arm, lacing his fingers into Eddie’s curls and cupping the back of his head.

Steve pulls their bodies flush and cants his hips into Eddie’s, tugs a breathy moan from Eddie’s throat when the hand in his curls tightens.

Eddie’s nose is pressed uncomfortably into the space between Steve’s nose and cheekbone with how close they’ve smushed themselves together, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s kissing Steve Harrington.

There’s a strong thigh slotted between his, and Steve Harrington is kissing him back.

Eddie moves one hand down to clutch at Steve’s shirt, and pushes the other back, grabbing onto those short hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.

They finally come up for air after one too many teeth clashes, their foreheads coming together.

“Hi.” they breathe out at the same time, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“We’re kinda idiots, huh?” Steve says, looking cross-eyed between Eddie’s eyes. The hazel of his eyes sparkling with the movement.

Eddie chuckles. “Dingus and Doofus, remember?” he points to each of them in turn, only lifting his pointer finger out of the grip on Steve’s shirt to do so.

“Can I play you the last song now?”

and then they low dance in eddie's living room

Yay!! that's it, thanks for following along with this one!!! here's the last tags :o) @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, @manda-panda-monium

Here's some notes since it's the last part:

this is the most I’ve ever written in such a short time, I literally wrote each of these chapters the day before their day to be posted….most of it while at work lmao

Steve used a Sony C60 tape. i.e. there’s 60-ish minutes of space on it. before At Last, the songs on the tape totaled 55 min 55 seconds, a perfect amount left for Etta James (ending up at 58 min 54 seconds in total according to my spoofy playlist).

I know that the Eddie half of songs weren’t really…’Eddie music’, but in my head, Eddie likes music for being music. All music is good (like he said to Max in part 5). Plus, he wanted to put songs on the tape that he knew Steve would like/want to listen to.

steve asked nancy to make revisions on his nursing school application essay (he found he quite liked the process of taking care of eddie and wants to go to school for it!)

anyone else just recently realize that Take Me Home Tonight had an allusion to Be My Baby?? anyway, love that, wanted to make that a thing here :o)

and lastly, a couple of little things i LOVED about this fic that i didn’t see anyone else / only a couple people point out:

Steve singing the rubber duckie song to Eddie in part 5

Eddie literally giving Gareth the shirt off his back in part 2 when Tommy threw his pop on him (in my head, this is the same red buffalo check flannel that Gareth ends up cutting the sleeves off of and wears in S4).

that's all!! thanks for reading, friends :o)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #st fic #steddie week #steddie week 2023 #steve harrington x eddie munson #mixtape #songfic #(kinda)#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #the party #stranger things #idiots in love #noelle writes

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r0s3s26 · 5 months ago

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@blu3cr3am your Match Up is…Yuji Itadori

<3 Yuji would be so perfect for you

<3 He would be such a sweetheart constantly and like your own personal ball of joy

<3 Everyones fav class clowns right here

<3 I headcanon yuji as pansexual or just queer, like I fully think he doesn’t gaf. Like if her thinks your hot your hot

<3 Literally the most gentlest of souls out there

<3 All he wants to do is show you how much he loves you.

<3 Yuji is only rude if they are rude first to him

<3 So you would not have to worry about the way he acts

<3 If yall were to ever get into an argument and he saw you were getting heated he would immediately like stop arguing and try to calm you down the best he can

<3 “Hey Sky its ok, im not upset anymore just take a deep breath for me, ok?”

<3 He is such a green flag

<3 I can’t find any faults about him

<3 Y’alls date nights are 50/50

<3 I think you guys alternate weeks on the things you wanna do together

<3 Like one week yuji is bring you to a new ramen restaurant in the city and showing you around

<3 And the next week you both are cuddled up with pizza boxes and soda cans on the floor around your couch, cuddling watching Saw or Scream series

(My personal favs are the Scary Movie franchise lol)

<3 He would BEGGG you to draw him, like all the damn time

<3 If you were to draw him he would 1.Take a picture and put it on his instagram story being like “My baby drew me and not you >:)” and 2. Ether put it in his phone case if it's small enough, but if it's fairly big he will frame it and put it on his wall.

<3 He would think your so smart(you are)

<3 Like listening to you talk about nature or the human mind would get him like “😍😍😍”

<3 Will share his clothes with you

<3 Like please wear his hoodies like he will melt and give you so many smooches

It was wintertime. The cold of the outside has slowly started to seep into your bones, you shiver, wishing Yuji would hurry up and meet you at the entrance of Jujutsu High. You look at your phone again, 7:30, he's 10 minutes late now. You hope that nothing has happened to him or he didn’t get called for a late-notice mission. “SKYYYYY” you hear someone yell in the distance, and you see a flash of pink and tan running over to you(he is fast as fuk boi). Before you even have time to react to this, Yuji is lifting you and spinning you around like your feather floating through the air(this dude has ungodly strength no matter what you think it's gonna feel like nothing to him). He leans up and kisses you on both of your cheeks “Hi baby, I'm sorry I'm late, Gojo needed me and of course, it took forever” he rolls his eyes “It's okay handsome, I'm just glad you ok” you kiss the top of his head. He sets you back down on the ground but his hands are still around your waist. “Now what ramen place did you wanna show me again?” you say with a bit of a shiver, yuji interrupts you mid-sentence “Sky are you cold?” he says while rubbing up and down your arms. “ I'm a little cold, yes, but not super” you lie through your chattering teeth as the cold starts seeping into your bones, your soul-, “No baby you taking my jacket”. Yuji starts to slip off his jacket, revealing a light zip-up hoodie underneath, “Yuji I couldn’t-” “Stop right there love, this isn’t a debate, you taking it”. Yuji slowly slips the coat onto your frame and immediately you are warmed up, yuji constantly hugging you “I forget how warm you run sometimes” “Yep forever a personal heater”, he turns to you, “Your personal heater” He says with a smirk. You burst out laughing “Is that your attempt to flirt with me?” You start laughing a bit more, yuji looks away a little embarrassed “What Aoi taught me” he grumbles, “Yuji, my handsome boy, never take whatever that man says seriously”. You now take his hand and start walking towards the man road to the downtown area, “Now tell me about this ramen place”

(Author Note: I hope you enjoy<3)

#jjk matchups #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #anime

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lethalhades · 26 days ago

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The love of an tyrant and a warrior

(hey guys, so it's been a mintue since i've wrote fanfiction so please bare with me. Im very much gratful for you taking your time to read this. also I was inspired from someone on a03 and I loved it so much that i decided to write again.)

Chapter 1: stolen breath

The universe being spared had to be celebrated, bulma’s idea of course.

The fight was really neck to neck with jiren and goku’s battle being the most exciting anyone has ever seen. Probably won’t see for a while too, yamcha being one of those who won’t be able to.

Knowing he wasn’t picked to join the battle for obvious reasons he still wanted to at least spectate, He was catching up with Krillin, who was animatedly recounting tales from the tournament.

“So… about that Frieza fight you couldn’t stop talking about,” Yamcha said, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Krillin’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh man, it was hilarious! There was a fighter, his name was toppo. He completely underestimated him and Frieza ended up getting wrecked!” Krillin chuckled, looking up at Yamcha. “I never thought I’d see someone so confident get taken down so fast.”

Yamcha chuckled, imagining the scene, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by an unexpected sight across the room.

There, in the corner, stood Frieza, the infamous emperor of the universe, brooding in silence. To add to the absurdity, a party hat sat atop his head, a mockery placed there by none other than Beerus. The god of destruction clearly found amusement in Frieza’s discomfort.

“What’s he doing here?” Yamcha’s voice trembled slightly as he glanced over at Frieza, uncertainty etched on his face. He hadn’t expected to see Frieza at Bulma’s party, much less in such a humiliating state.

His friend looked over at him and said, “as scary as it is. he’s still a bad guy, but he won’t hurt us as long as Beerus, Goku, and Vegeta are here to keep an eye on him.”

Even that failed to soothe the warrior’s restless mind. Frieza felt the simmering frustration build within him, knowing he couldn’t unleash his ki energy without drawing the others' attention. The moment he considered making a move, he realized they would sense it instantly, and that thought only intensified his anger.

The notion of being so restrained, so monitored, made his fury boil over even more than it had before.

“Hey, Yamcha!” came a cheerful voice from behind him, startling him out of his thoughts. He turned to see Bulma standing there, her vibrant smile lighting up the room. The unexpectedness of her presence made his heart race for a moment, but he quickly relaxed, grateful for her familiar energy.

“You really can’t just sneak up on me like that!” he exclaimed, a teasing edge to his voice. He took a moment to steady himself, still reeling from the shock. “You almost gave me a heart attack! I know you’re fast, but come on, a little warning next time would be nice!”

Bulma chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “My bad! I just wanted to see what was going on over here.” Her playful demeanor brought back a flood of memories, reminding him of the unforgettable moments they had shared.

Even now, her presence filled him with warmth and a sense of comfort he couldn’t quite shake.

Reminded that everything they had shared was now in the past, he felt the need to push those memories deep down. “Nothing special has been happening over here,” he said, forcing a casual tone. “I’ve just been playing baseball.”

Even though it wasn’t much, Bulma listened intently, her eyes bright with interest. They chatted for a while as the party continued to swirl around them, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air.

Eventually, Bulma shared some surprising news. “You won’t believe this, but Frieza was revived and actually joined the Universe 7 team,” she said, her tone a mix of disbelief and practicality. She explained how it hadn’t been an easy decision, but given the stakes, they had to consider all their options. Frieza, despite his dark past, was undeniably powerful, and the team needed every bit of strength they could muster.

“Feels like a nightmare for killin being brought to life.” Yamcha joked.

Bulma felt a slight laugh rise in her throat before she continued speaking. Yamcha found himself intrigued; the nature of their enemies fascinated him, even if it belonged to a world far removed from his own. Glancing over at the emperor, he noticed Vegeta and Frieza locked in yet another heated argument.

Their egos clashed like storms both too proud, too powerful to yield.

"They’ve been going at it since the tournament," she said with a nervous laugh, her tone almost pleading. "But honestly, I’d rather not see them destroy the planet today."

It was as if she were begging Yamcha or anyone nearby to step in and defuse the tension. But these two Vegeta and Frieza had power levels that dwarfed his own.

What could he possibly do to ease the situation?

Feeling Frieza's ki ripple through the air, prickling his skin and those around him, Yamcha knew he had to act quickly. Speed-walking over to them, he tried to keep his voice steady. “Vegeta, lord Frieza… it looks like you two have a little disagreement. Aren’t you tired after all the fighting you’ve done already?”

Both of them turned to look at him. Frieza’s gaze was piercing, radiating contempt as if Yamcha were beneath him. "I don’t need a fragile being breaking up my fights," he sneered.

Before Yamcha could respond, Vegeta interjected, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You’d better be grateful he did, Frieza. He saved you from another trip to hell.”

With that, Vegeta turned and walked away, knowing that Bulma would want him to leave things alone. Yamcha let out a sigh of relief. At least, for now, the peace was kept. Left alone with the emperor, Yamcha found himself unsure of what to do.

Should he try to make small talk, simply walk away, or keep things cordial to stay on Bulma’s good side?

Without thinking, he spoke up, a trace of nervousness still in his voice. “Uh—L-Lord Frieza, maybe you’d like something to drink? Or maybe a bite to eat?” He forced a friendly smile, though his pulse raced.

Frieza’s cold glare met him in response. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?”

“What?! No, never, Lord Frieza!” Yamcha replied quickly, his smile widening as a cover for his nerves. “It’s just…most people are in a better mood after they've had something to eat, that’s all.”

Frieza’s stare didn’t soften, but Yamcha held his ground, hoping he hadn’t just signed his own death warrant.

“Show me to this food, peasant,” Frieza finally commanded after a long, tense silence.

Yamcha didn’t hesitate, quickly leading Frieza to the spread that Bulma and the others had prepared. There was an impressive variety, but Yamcha noticed Frieza’s gaze lingering on the seafood, especially the snow crabs, which had been cooked to perfection.

“These are snow crabs, and—” Yamcha started to explain.

“Just bring me the crabs. I want nothing else,” Frieza ordered curtly, not even glancing in his direction.

Yamcha hurriedly grabbed a plate and loaded it with snow crabs before setting it in front of Frieza. Without a moment’s pause, Frieza cracked one open effortlessly. Yamcha could only hope they’d meet the emperor’s standards. He sat down across from Frieza, keeping just enough distance to make a quick escape if things took a turn.

Frieza paused, wiping his mouth with deliberate elegance before fixing Yamcha with a cold stare.

“Hmm. Perhaps I’ll reconsider killing you,” he drawled, his tone laced with menace. “Interrupting my discussion with that Saiyan could have been your final mistake.”

Yamcha felt his stomach twist. Frieza’s animosity toward the Saiyans was as strong as ever, but he seemed aware enough of the limits that Goku or even Beerus might enforce. Still, Yamcha knew he was in dangerous territory.

“Uh—well, I’m just…grateful to still be breathing,” Yamcha managed, his smile strained.

Frieza raised an eyebrow, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “Grateful?” he sneered. “I would think someone in your position should be on their knees in gratitude.”

Yamcha felt a chill run through him. Frieza’s power was unimaginable, and one wrong move could turn him to dust in an instant. He’d faced powerful foes before, but Frieza was something else entirely calculating, merciless, and completely willing to wipe out anyone or anything in his way. Suppressing his anxiety, Yamcha forced himself to remain calm, hoping respect would keep Frieza’s wrath at bay.

With a flicker of amusement in his eyes, Frieza continued. “Yes…you have a certain charm,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Perhaps I’ll keep you as a servant. A tolerable price for putting up with these Saiyan apes.”

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #frieza #yamcha #yamcha x frieza #gay love #we love to see it #fanfic #dbz #enemies to lovers #romance

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jamiesfootball · 4 months ago

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Augusnippets Day 7

Prompt: choking

cw: child abuse, domestic violence, choking

Summary:

An offhand remark after a bad match has unintended consequences.

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Jamie always thought the saying about the frog in the boiling water was completely daft on the part of the frog. Always seemed to him that the frog should’ve gotten the hint that it was in danger long before the water started to boil. It was in a pot for starters, and not on a lily pad with all its other froggy friends. Shouldn’t that be some sort of a sign? After all, Jamie usually knows when he’s in the pot.

His dad’s car after a match that saw Jamie hitting the woodwork in the final seconds. Didn’t get more in the pot than that.

Jamie knows this. He knows what boiling looks like. He’s boiled so long that his skin’s turned to leather. He knows better than to mouth off to his dad. But he’d become so used to the boiling and so sick of the listening to his dad get on him, match after match, that when his dad bellows on about, “You better get your act together before next Saturday–”

Jamie, stupid frog that he is, cuts him off with a snide, impatient, “Or what, you’ll hit me?”

He barely has time to catch himself against the glove compartment as Dad jerks the steering wheel to the side and pulls them into an alley. His dad’s seatbelt hits the window with a clack. When his dad turns on him, the kettle boiling red, Jamie flinches back in his seat, but even with his heart in his throat, he thinks deep down that he’s prepared for this too.

Nothing in his sixteen years of life has prepared him for the moment his dad’s hand wraps tight around his neck and squeezes.

Panic hijacks his system with a blinding numbness. It’s not the same as holding his breath — the soft animal of him draws for that first inhale and scrambles to find it out of reach. His pulse aches, thick as a knot and choking while the grip grows tighter, tighter, tighter. For all that he’s feared his dad’s fists, he’s never noticed before how thick each of its finger were until he’s trying to peel them away, the twigs of his fingers leaving dull scratches against hairy knuckles and a wrist that won’t budge while his dad braces himself against the steering wheel, leveraging all of his adult weight into keep Jamie pinned by the tender junction of his throat.

The whole while, his dad keeps yelling at him. Bellowing something that splinters upon impact, fractured and pierces into Jamie’s psyche. Later, sleepless in the dark and perfectly flat so that his neck doesn’t bend, he’ll stare up at the smudged poster in his room and he’ll take the few parts he remembers and he’ll try to jigsaw them back together: stupid fucking nothing cunt mother disrespect I should beat you fucking senseless learn your place.

His place is wrung and boiled and spat at until his eyes feel like they’re about to bulge out and tears run down his cheeks, cold against the heat of his dad’s heavy breath. He can’t smell the alcohol. The pressure builds in his head, higher and higher until he’s dizzy with it; floating, floating, and finally detached. Sparks of lights flash like high beams in the corner of his eyes, and then everything dims, drifting into the dark like someone’s pulled down the shades-

The world flicks back on as his dad lets go.

Jamie slumps forward in his seat. His body goes limp, and he folds over his knees, hugging his arms around his middle while his seatbelt holds him in place. Air finally reaches his lungs, and he chokes on his own spit, sputtering and gurgling. His throat tries to breathe in; ragged sobs push the air back out in coughing gasps. The thick metal taste that floods his mouth gags him stupid.

For centuries, Jamie’s stuttering coughs and sniffles are the only noise in the car. Then his dad scoffs. He turns the keys in the ignition, and the car gutters back to life.

“Quit with the fucking hysterics. Take your lessons like a man before I really give you something to cry about.”

He sounds disgusted. Under that, he sounds pleased.

Knuckles salty with tears, Jamie stuffs his fist against his mouth. He stifles his cries. He tries to ignore how it feels like he’s choking himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees James nod in satisfaction.

James eases the car back into traffic. He drives slowly, calmer now than when they left the stadium. The pot boiled over; the pot returned to a simmer.

Jamie, still in the pot.

#augusnippets day 7 #augusnippets #cw choking #cw child abuse #jamie tartt #fuck jamie's dad #there's a follow up to this one later with some comfort #where jamie gets to be a froggy with his froggy friends #until then #: (#prompt fill #ted lasso fic

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 2 months ago

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s4 episode 7 thoughts

my very first thoughts: a CANCER MAN episode??? are we gonna get some backstory?? some CSM lore?!?!?

part of me is deeply curious, but part of me also wants agent time, so… hmm! i’m intrigued. my curiosity? it’s been piqued.

and the lone gunmen have been mentioned!!

author's note: woah... i was expecting a lot of things, but cancer man being a flop author was not one of them. it's kinda sad, but mostly just pathetic.

judgement aside, i actually really liked this episode. there are things i would change, but i thought it was super intriguing to see certain parts of what is hidden beyond the curtain, but never enough to fully satisfy you, which i do love about this show (even if it is occasionally infuriating). the multi-part structure was also an interesting and unique choice that worked well, but i do have some... questions on writing/character motives and if they were well-received. but you'll see what i mean in a bit.

a lot happened in this episode, which i shall begin to recount below!

OH! we open with a shakespeare quote!!! “for nothing can seem foul to those that win” oooookay i suppose that is relevant to our ciggy man. damn. couldn’t be me. a lot of things are foul to me. such as killing melissa.

we see a rat! a rat! cute little critter. oh. cancer man arrives, and is less cute. he's looking at some broken windows… damn, why is s4 so dark? i keep having to turn my brightness up. it's annoying!!

his lighter says “trust no one” omg… he’s so weird. just an overall strange fellow. seriously, who gets a custom lighter that says that? way to draw attention to yourself while trying to Not Do That.

so he’s opening a suitcase…. WHAT!! he is somehow listening to a bunch of conversations, including the “not everything is a dark labyrinth of conspiracy” one, which means he must have had bugs in all of the rooms where mulder and scully chat!!! who has time to sort through all of that audio content to find the juicy stuff?? probably his freak interns that i KNOW he keeps scattering about

okay, so he’s listening to a conversation now between the lone gunmen and mulder. frohike is freaked tf out, but mulder says no one would kill him because “you’re just a little puppy dog”. aww. that's a cute thing to say.

GAG!! the lone gunmen put on a special audio filter to hide their conversation, and CSM just pressed a button to totally ignore it, and turns to the camera with a smirk. EW! EW! creepy man. ugh, i can’t believe i paused and had to look at that awful creepy smirk for more than a few milliseconds.

oh my goodness, scully is also here during this conversation between the lone gunmen and mulder that we are listening to via CSM's technologically aided eavesdropping. frohike is saying he found stuff about cancer man, while cancer man loads what looks like a SNIPER RIFLE, and aims it out the window??? “what did you find?” “possibly everything”

GASP! i’m hooked. i DO want to know possibly everything.

(watching the intro and that scene where they burst in with the gun always gets me, but today it’s making me ache in my chest because of how beautiful they are. so feel free to psychoanalyze that)

frohike is describing trotsky’s assassination. this is an area of history i am weak in, so i am seated for my lesson. it is actually entirely unrelated to the plot at hand, and is just some frohike nerd lore, but that's cool, i like a dude who knows these things.

frohike says “he” (presumably CSM) appears on august 20th, 1940, in louisiana. and his father was a communist activist, executed for espionage before his son would walk!!! and his mother died of lung cancer before he could talk!

damn. tragic backstory for this fellow. he pretty much said "i know cigarettes killed my mom but i'm different"

he was sent to various orphanages where he spent his time reading and not making friends. then he went off the grid until a year and a half after the Bay Of Pigs. weird way of measuring time- before and after the Bay of Pigs

OH! we get more text… “part 1: things really did go well in Dealey Plaza” hmmm....

some army men are jogging, while another dude reads the manchurian candidate, saying he would rather read the worst novel ever written than the best movie ever made. he must not know about the novels that are out there… i assume this is cig man?

OH MY GOD! he’s talking to MR. MULDER! wait, wait that means….

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! his first word was JFK

that is... actually really adorable. and will make his toddler stage difficult as he has to break certain news to baby mulder.

why do i get the feeling, from the shaky way CSM just set the photo of mr. mulder’s wife and child down, that he is fighting suppressed romantic feelings for his buddy like the cold war depends on it? hmm....

these fancy looking men want to talk to the guy i assume is cancer man. they ask if he was involved in any of the big events from the early 1960’s, which he denies. you know, assassinations and whatnot.

oh! when they ask if his father was executed as a spy, he says his only regret is that “i was too young to throw the switch myself” which is kind of a crazy thing to say. "yes i never knew my dad but i wish it was me that killed him" is a wild hill to die on. but i guess this is what the 60's did to people.

OH! he also denies a cigarette when offered, saying he never touches them. well. some things went down between then and now, i assume. and hopefully, we shall gain a glimpse into what changed.

this general dude is yapping about extraordinary men and i assume he is referring to himself. and his father. and young CSM, too, can be an extraordinary man!

“communism is without a doubt the most heinous personification of evil mankind has ever confronted” <- said by a guy who likely fought the nazis, this is an absolutely crazy line... but again, i guess that shows how deep everyone was into the propaganda

they are offering baby CSM a very important job… so important, his army service will be erased… he needs to assassinate an american civilian, former naval pt-boat commander…

OH MY GOD, DID HE KILL JFK???

this is wild. how many different characters across various medias have been responsible for killing JFK? does anyone have a spreadsheet? if not, DM me and let’s make one

so what is the reason in universe for why JFK had to kick the bucket….

because of the bay of pigs failure??

i get it was bad, but i didn’t think it was THAT bad. that makes no sense though timeline wise… they said bay of pigs was “last week”, but that was 1961, and obviously he didn’t get shot until 1963. so are we expected to believe that they waited 2 years to kill him? 2 years in which a lot of stuff happened? or is this some sort of factual oversight i’m supposed to ignore. or am i misunderstanding the episode structure. did i mishear/read a line?

(digs my claws in) you guys i cannot ignore a JFK anachronism i’m sorry

and now we're off to texas to witness the inevitable. this dude playing lee harvey oswald is lowkey cute, a thing i never thought i would have typed more than a few minutes ago. CSM yells at him about how smoking is BAD!

baby cancer man is talking to lee harvey oswald (another wild sentence), telling him he’ll see the president today. he calls baby cig man “mr. hunt” which i assume is a fake name… and he lies and says he loves the movies!! how simply do the falsehoods slip from his tongue!

ooooookay i see what is going on here. “mr. hunt” is a member of a cuban loyalty group telling lee harvey oswald to hide some weapons. a fall guy is being carefully crafted.

and lee gives him his cigarettes… the same cigarettes baby cig man scolded him for smoking…. omg…. foreshadowing

you know, in all my years studying history, i have never imagined what the inside of the book depository building looked like. and OMG! in googling to try and see if this was an accurate representation, i learned that dealey plaza is where he was shot! so i guess i’m good with JFK lore, but bad at geography. but that answers what the whole opening quote was about.

baby cig man is getting in a sewer to do some crime… very eugene tooms of him. he's getting his gun out in the sewer for a sneak attack…. while lee gets a root beer… and it seems umbrella man was giving a signal on when to shoot! fascinating.

(jackie’s outfit that day looked less fuzzy irl than it appears in this episode, so please take note of that wardrobe people)

nah, this is gonna make me feel bad for a FAKE lee harvey oswald…

and while JFK was dying, baby cig man stayed in that sewer the whole time… wow. i feel like someone should have taken a peek.

soooo realizing he is a patsy, lee shoots a cop. which is actually just far more incriminating than had he done anything else. then he goes to the movies. where the cops find him. and baby cig man was watching all of this…. he pulls out a cigarette and starts smoking. OMG was that his first?? to cope with the Guilt?? damn.

it’s a bit of a ludicrous story that makes me giggle when i consider the real-world implications, but i will take it for what it is.

but back to modern cig man, listening to all of this being explained. he says nothing, seeming to confirm the accuracy of what is being said.

“part 2: just down the road from graceland”

no, don’t tell me he killed ELVIS, too?!?!?

wait, i read that wrong. “just down the road aways from graceland” okay, not sure if that clears anything up. but we hear the voice of martin luther king jr.

no… don’t tell me he killed HIM, too…..

notably, this whole part is in black and white. cigarette man is tap tapping on his typewriter. he’s writing a book! “take a chance: a jack colquitt adventure” <- sounds boring

he’s listening to MLK talk about Marxist revolutions… is baby cig man a closet commie? no, for it appears he is deeply upset by these words!

he’s still in black and white, at a meeting about MLK, talking about how some claim he wishes to wage war against white america. baby cig man says “wouldn’t you?”, and i begin to wonder if he is based, but these hopes are quickly dampened as he explains that MLK's existence and activism are no longer civil rights issues… because he said something about communism. bro. what. is this how people actually felt…?

(you read about the paranoia and the terror of the red scare, but seeing an attempt at putting it in context still makes you think damn, times were weird)

this council is now talking about how they can best discredit MLK, and we see a guy who is blamed for the “there is but one way out for you” letter, which baby cig man says is stupid. oh, he blamed the director of the FBI for that. damn!

cigarette man says we need another patsy, and to make it a white man, so “it” (referring to king’s assassination) looks racially motivated. and oh! he says he’ll do it himself.

“i have too much respect for the man” <- so you’re gonna be the one that kills him? bro… what. we don't usually kill the people we look up to where i come from.

so. cig man lights up as he stands outside a building where MLK speaks.

AND HE PULLS OUT THE PHOTO OF BABY MULDER AND HIS MOM???? WHAT THE FUCK

(is this like a “he’s grieving because his work demands that he never has a family” kind of thing or a “he’s longing for the embrace of mr. mulder” kinda thing….? does he love mrs. mulder….? what is this….)

cancer man gives the dude he’s framing a couple hundred dollars. and then gets in the bushes behind where dr. king is staying. i'm still processing the photo reveal.

and bam.

wow, i feel that this is… weird. idk, the whole “this character killed JFK” thing has been going on for so long that it doesn’t really feel that shocking, but dr. king’s death is a tragedy in a different way, and i’m not sure that using it in fiction is like, super appropriate? um.

while i am unsure if i feel that using a civil rights leader's assassination in your alien story is something we should brush past, i do understand what the writers are attempting to do here, which is show how dedicated to the anti-communist cause cig man is, and how he'll stop at nothing to do what he deems needed, no matter how ugly or horrific. i recognize what they are trying to tell me.

LMAOOOO WAIT. place my moral pondering aside for a brief second. if you pause, you can read the rejection letter baby cig man gets for his book. “my advice? burn it!” <- DAMN that book must have been god awful 😭

oh god. now the TV is mentioning RFK… don’t tell me cig man did that, too…

(author's note: thankfully, he was not involved with the killing of this kennedy brother; no clear statement on whether or not he was responsible for ted's whole thing)

AND WHY was cig man putting that photo of mrs. and baby mulder in his drawer…?!?!

cig man seems to be almost crying while quoting aeschylus along with RFK on the tv, as he speaks about the grief of losing both his brother and MLK…. damn. am i supposed to feel bad for CSM? because i don’t.

back to modern cancer man. we now enter “part 3, the most wonderful time of the year”.

jump to 1991. he has saddam hussein on the phone?? and tells him to call back. and some other dude is working on the oscar noms LMAO wait... i lowkey love the idea that the government controls those... need to think what that would imply for every single winner ever

AND he rigs the superbowl so the bills don’t win LMAO what is his beef with buffalo?! AND he rigged the olympic hockey game in ‘80?

we’re getting the impression he kinda controls everything. message received loud and clear.

OH! now they’re talking about mulder… “that ‘spooky’ kid”, is how they refer to him. and CSM says that mulder is his to keep an eye on. i'm sure that's part of his decades long plot, to keep mulder under his watchful eye and use him as a pawn in his schemes. also, gorbachev has just resigned. no more enemies to fight.

and CSM gives his men some presents for christmas. how thoughtful…..?

his men invite him to come with them to virginia for a family get together. damn, they like this guy? it seems they honestly do!

he got them all ties…. very strange fellow he is.

okay, so he lied and said he had to go see family to escape the gathering. and then ominously walks outside mulder’s office door. dun dun DUN!

he has some mail… and opens it to see something that displeases him. THEN HE STARTS WRITING AGAIN!! it seems like auto fiction, when you write about yourself but pretend it’s happening to a character. damn. crazy coping mechanism. good to know that he is kinda a loser all around.

so, some days he longs for a second chance. okay, yeah, we all do cancer man, and most of us didn’t kill JFK.

the phone rings. it’s DEEP THROAT! my old friend!! were they tight?!

it seems that on christmas eve of 1991 was when a weird alien spaceship arrived to earth. and the occupant is in “critical condition”. also, deep throat mentions the UFO he had claimed to see before in vietnam, so we know he wasn’t lying entirely about that.

they have this fleshy pink alien hooked up to life support, which has me wondering how alien life support works, and also how many types of aliens we are dealing with in this universe. but i’ve mentioned that before. still! worth mentioning again!

lore reveal that is unsettling... DEEP THROAT’S NAME IS RONALD????

idk, i was expecting something like abernathy or shackleton or cromswell!

deep throat gives cigarette man the gun to handle the alien situation- but CSM protests, saying that a “living EBE” could advance bill mulder’s project by decades!!! MR. MULDER MENTIONED?!? he'd be willing to break protocol to help his buddy out?!?

but no, deep throat recites the rules from the security council resolution, which makes him remember what they came here to do.

can you just… shoot an alien??? to kill it? well. you can shoot some of them to kill them, but not the kind that need the special neck stabbing device. okay, keeping track of all this, just seems like maybe all aliens would need something a bit cooler to vanquish them.

they’re fighting over killing an alien…. cig man doesn’t want to do it, so he tosses a coin. so he makes deep throat do it?!?! deep throat says that this is their new enemy. honestly, the sad little alien does not look like he can hurt you, but okay.

(i mean, do they really need the gun? he’s an alien on life support, just pull the plug)

oh…. cig man rips the bandage off his neck as deep throat climbs into some gear to… gas the alien? now what is the significance of this bandage that has been on his neck but ONLY for part three of the story?

that alien is creepy. deep throat really does shoot the damn thing. and cig man lights up while this goes down. is every cigarette one dude he killed….? damn. that’s like 5 packs a day….

“part 4: the x-files”

OOOO, info on scully being brought in!!!

OMG!!! we see parts of her thesis.

did we know she went to the university of maryland? well, i didnt, so that counts as a…

! SCULLY LORE REVEAL ! she graduated from the university of maryland in 1986!

(looking back, i realize this was all flashback stuff from the pilot. but i didn't KNOW at the time that this show would do such things to me, so i wasn't taking detailed notes! wow! how much has changed)

but it’s cancer man reading her thesis. stay away from her!

okay, now we’re back to one of the earliest times we ever saw scully, in her pilot episode fit. and was cig man actually there in the pilot? i think he was, right?

aww, we get to relive the “FBI’s most unwanted” moment through cancer man’s listening. it’s creepy, but still a heartwarming time.

back to the modern day- frohike is talking about how cancer man is “the most dangerous man alive”, because he believes these actions are all that life allows him, and he can never escape himself. damn. that’s deep.

and then back to the 1991 christmas eve scene… an editor loved CSM's book! he used the pen name “raul bloodworth”… have we heard that before? well, i’ll keep an eye out on various shelves. so he calls the number they gave him… he is desperate for validation… and he’s going on about how he wants the cover to look. there’s a cutting comment about “working with young authors”, and the publisher says he’ll have to “relinquish some control”. and cancer man is SO excited.

oh my gosh… wait, why am i lowkey emotional now? but that emotion is very specifically second hand embarrassment.

so he’s typing his RESIGNATION LETTER?? for the day the story gets published. for some reason he thinks that getting one story published = a life of steady income. HAH! if only.

he even takes a wistful look at his cigarettes and crushes them in his hand!!! wow, a time to begin again.

lmao i see a reference to darin morgan in the background magazines… do not think you are slick, props team!

CSM’s going to go pick up his story from a newspaper… and his story was published in a porno… and they changed his ending…

this is NOT a good thing omg

and the newspaper salesman says that the magazine is garbage…

we just watched his dreams die in real time. and with the magazine, he buys another pack of cigarettes. damn. no chance for a new life, i guess.

CSM’s now monologing about how life is like a box of chocolates (disappointing), and this is an interesting juxtaposition, because he is next to a man who is digging through garbage while he says all this, so clearly his material status could be a lot worse but it’s probably a mental prison, being rich and important and also sad.

Frohike clarifies that this CSM theory is based on a story he read, but he’s going to check with some hackers. as frohike walks out the door, cancer man mumbles that he can kill him whenever he pleases, but chooses not to do so today.

woah… very different, but i actually really liked this episode!

i liked getting a peek into the mystical lore surrounding CSM, but also it wasn’t THAT much of a peek, you know? we know a few of the things he did, and that he did them in the name of fighting communism. i guess when he thought that communism was “defeated” they switched to aliens, but also aliens had to be there the whole time, because they did make the agreement about it after ww2. so he’s been up to a lot of stuff.

do i feel a little bad that he can’t get his writing published? yeah, but like i said in a “it’s cringey” kinda way, which i think was the intention. it’s funny that he has amassed all this power but is still a flop.

like i said, i feel weird about the whole MLK thing. i think the coloring going black and white was to illustrate CSM's black and white thinking, about how you are either right or wrong, and to be wrong requires punishment, no matter what anyone else says on the matter. that was interesting.

hmm, i'm pondering. what will happen next to our smoky- well, i was going to say "our smoky friend", but we are not friends at all, are we? where will our tobacco-filled creep lead us?

i liked this one! it was really different from the traditional episode structure, so it felt special and nice. i liked getting an idea of his line of work and how he got involved with it and why, even if the killing post-Bay of Pigs thing was weird, but i GUESS it did bring the soviets and cuba closer together, so i GUESS if you thought anything that advanced communism had to be avenged, you would think that is a logical conclusion.

hmm, i can't afford to try and figure out who actually did it IRL! too much on my plate. it's an interesting theory... i shall have to give it a long contemplation.

#not a bad episode at all! in fact i think it was a GOOD episode!#a bit unexpected but not a bad thing at all!#tomorrow... the agents reunite with rat bastard. i'm sure hijinks WILL ensure.#but for now i am deeply tired and must give this one more proof read before i head to bed and plan on sleeping for like 800 years #wake me up when something big happens like we figure out who actually killed JFK!#i'm so tired i just caught myself thinking “you can't mention deep throat in this post... he's literally classified?”#for a brief moment there i lived in the x files universe #it was powerful #juni's x files liveblog #the x files #txf

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drama--universe · 2 years ago

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Doctor

Requested by @blindfoldz: Hii, may I request a Chishiya x reader (platonic)

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x gn!teen!reader (platonically)

Word Count: 1.0K words

Warnings: death, "gore"

Your parents were crying, something you were clearly not supposed to hear or see. You couldn't help it, you were curious why the surgeon would come talk to your parents. The operation was tomorrow, everything was planned so why? So you listened from beside the door, ear pressed against it to hear every little detail and you were shocked. Your brother lost the donor... Some other girl was receiving the heart, no doubt a girl from a rich family. The doctor didn't need to say it for it to be clear.

You were almost crying before you got caught, a nurse pulling you from the door and scolding you for eavesdropping. You didn't listen, you just stormed off and ignored the shouts of your parents. You ran through the hallways, bumping into a few people until you reached the right hall. At the end was the kids lounge, ten or more kids inside and participating in different activities. Some were drawing or painting and others were playing games with nurses, but your brother sat alone in the corner while inspecting the others. Next to him was a doctor, long blond hair tied back into a ponytail and cat-like eyes that stayed on the child beside him.

You knew the doctor, after all he was in charge of your brother's health. Well, not the operation. Nonetheless, he seemed to be the only one to care. You could see it in his eyes as he continued to talk to your little brother. However, it was also clear that he knew your brothers faith.

You walked into the room and you could see your brother's face light up before his smile fell as he saw your tear stained face. You forced a smile, trying to stop your cries as your brother came closer and hugged you. Your eyes connected with the doctor and he gave you an apologetic look in return, one you could only appreciate as you buried your face in your brother's shoulder.

It was a month later when your brothers heart gave up with trying to keep the younger boy alive, he basically had an extremely painful death that ended in a heart attack that took a bit too long for you to even watch as the doctors tried to save him. The funeral was only a week later, the whole hall filled with family, friends and even some of the medical staff.

You ran out of the funeral at the end and suddenly you were in the borderlands. All alone, dressed in uncomfortable black clothes that were meant for mourning. You stayed in the borderlands for months, always lucky when it came to games and thus having low ranked ones that gave you 4 or 5 days. Of course, being 14 also had an advantage in terms of receiving help from others and you didn't even try to avoid it. One disadvantage to that was that your helpers usually died while trying to save your life or they just left and you survived on your own.

Today, however, you didn't know if someone could save you. You needed to find a liar in the group in the time limit, yet with only 15 minutes left you had nothing. Throwing out names was impossible, the moment you accused someone wrongly you'd die because of the rules and most people didn't want to speak anymore. Out of the 15 people at the start, only 7 were left and only one was excepted for being chosen before. 5 of the people, including the safe person, were all panicking as the timer began to run out. You stood the side, inspecting everyone like the man beside you. Although, he seemed to have a better clue than you did and yet he said nothing. Your gaze moved to him, knowing that he was the nice doctor that took care of your brother, and you couldn't help but be glad.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard zaps and watched three people fall to the ground lifelessly. Only 4 left and the timer reached 1 minute. Silence returned to the room before the man next to you spoke up, pointing at the woman in pink in front of you. Your eyes widened, you believed it to be the other woman. You patiently waited before hearing the familiar zap, watching the laser shoot through the appointed woman and the phones rang happily. It announced the end of the game and the other woman ran out of the building, leaving you and the young doctor alone. You turned to the man, who only raised an eyebrow at you when he noticed your sparkling eyes staring at him.

"You were awesome! Did you know since the beginning?! That's so cool, you're really cool! Practically a genius! And you're handsome as well, you also have what it takes to get out of here... And you're also a doctor! It's like you are born for the borderlands!!!" You exclaimed and you could see the wheels in his head turning.

"How do you know that I'm a doctor?" He asked and you just smiled before fishing out the picture that was in your back pocket, holding it out to the man in front of you. He took it from your hand and inspected it, clearly recognizing the younger boy in the picture as he gave it back to you.

"I apologize for your loss." He said and you shrugged before smiling again. You wanted to continue talking to the man, after all it was quite nice to talk to someone you knew instead of brooding all alone in your apartment. You didn't have the change, however, as someone yelled his name loudly and a tall man walked up. You'd never seen him before, the man was so much taller than you and dressed in military pants and a black tanktop. He clearly wasn't happy to be alive, a frown molded into his face permanently as he reached Chishiya's side. Chishiya looked up, making you chuckle at what looked to be a 20 cm height difference, and nodded. You took the chance to walk off, a bit afraid of the tall man.

"She's coming." Chishiya spoke, grabbing your collar and pulling you back harshly. You stumbled a bit, only catching yourself when Chishiya stopped you and you looked up at him shyly.

"Where... exactly?"

#alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland chishiya #alice in borderland chishiya x reader #aib #aib x reader #aib chishiya #aib chishiya shuntaro #aib chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya shuntaro #x reader #reader insert #requested #blindfondz

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coffeeandbatboys · 5 months ago

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👀👀👀

Ollo, I am scootin' in for the matchmaker!

First of all, to dear Coffee...CONGRATS AGAIN! And second of all, Helena, please help me find the bestest trooper for me 🙇

let's see how short I can make this...

I am an essentric individual! I have a ridiculous number of hobbies and activities that I like to do, ranging from crafts (drawing, painting, knitting, crochet) to studying (Mythology, history, metaphysical topics) to indulging (fandoms, tv/movies, music). I went to school for Early Childhood Education, as I love kids...but my mobility changed and now I can't safely be in that profession. And I have music (or movie noises, or ambiance) on literally 24/7 as I cannot stand silence.

Positive traits: Very good memory (I remember most conversations I am part of), protective of my peoples, empathetic, and smart (analytical brain). I have been told I'm self-sacrificing, kind, quirky, funny and a good listener by loved ones

Negative traits: Forgetful of the strangest things (if I have fed the pets, holidays), protectiveness can be coddling, emotional, and distrustful of others. I am a bit lazy and have been called a defeatist.

I tend to use a wheelchair when I leave the house as a mobilty aid (sometimes in the house too, but i am stubborn and hate it) and tend to have an over-active mind so I rarely get any sleep. I also tend to go through depressive spells sooo... you'll have to warn them about *gestures vaguely to myself* that

If you need more information than that...👀

*slides over a datapad with @moonlightwarriorqueen on it*

You can find me here!

Thank you for reading all this and I wish you the best of luck with your event

😘💜💜💜

AAAAAAAAA MOONIEEEEEEEE TYYYYY oh...ok Helena is grabbing the phone....oh she looks serious...ttyl I guess...

Helena: *slams fist on countertop* Do. I. Have. A. Match. For. You.

I have been eying him in your favor for a while but your application has solidified my choice...

...which is why I have decided to pair you with ARC Trooper Jesse!

Jesse is loyal, caring, and an overall good man. He may not know much about mythology or metaphysical topics (maker, force osik is enough to make his head spin) but he will be willing to listen and learn from you!

He is interested by many different kinds of art, and he'll love to watch watch the way you craft. (Also, expect him to ask sheepishly if you'll make him something; perhaps a small crocheted plush or a drawing that he can tuck in one of his armor's pouches)

And domesticity? Whether it's just the two of you or starting a family, he loves it. The two of you will probably cuddle up and watch movies together when he's on leave, and he loves exploring your playlists and hearing new music! (New to him at least; he's got some catching up to do)

He may have a hard time with being overprotective when it comes to your mobility issues. He knows that you are capable but that doesn't stop him from wanting to help you. He'll most likely go to Kix and ask about ways he can assist you or make you more comfortable. Many cuddles will ensue.

If you're feeling down or out of touch, he'll gauge the situation and adapt to your mood, whether that means cheering you up or making sure you know he loves you.

Here's Jesse's comm code! Thanks for stopping by!

.....Thanks again Moonlight!! I wish you and your new trooper nothing but the best! 🩵🩵🩵

Coffee's 400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil caf house

#coffee's 400 follower celebration #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper jesse x reader #the clone wars #star wars #coffee speaks #maquell's matchmaking service

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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Hunters of Ruination

Chapter 7: Jin's Dream [6 Pages]

Jin reveals to Mila his lifelong dream of joining a hunter team.

(CW: A little bit of gambling, a little bit of smoking, and some foul language, though only in the first half.)

~Trueno Village, Appletun Tavern~

Jin was bored!

From the moment he’d woken up, his uncle Volt decided to take him down to Trueno Village on several errands (though, for Jin, he knew that it was mostly so Volt could keep an eye on the little Shinx after his adventure yesterday). He tried his best to behave himself around his uncle, but even so he was still resentful over not being able to run around.

At least he got to meet Polly when the duo stopped by her family’s stall to pick up some seafood (though, part of him wished she wasn’t so snarky about him getting into trouble again).

After dropping off everything they needed, Uncle Volt then proceeded to take Jin over to the Appletun Tavern, where Aunt Leif was nearing the end of her day shift. Which was where he was now, taking a swig of apple juice and sitting by his lonesome as the only kid in the tavern, waiting for Aunt Leif to finish up and call it a day.

Taking another sip of his apple juice, Jin scanned the tavern at all the adults playing their adult games. Two tables down, a Bisharp and Tinkatuff were playing darts while a Jolteon, Charjabug and Nuzleaf watched. Behind him, a Toxtricity and Bellibolt were playing pool, with the Toxtricity watching intently as the Bellibolt took careful aim at a cluster of cue balls. And just a few ways off, Volt was playing poker with a Flaaffy, an Electabuzz and a Squawkabilly, the latter of which had a cigarette in its beak.

Jin watched as Volt carefully examined the cards in his paws, while the other three watched with anticipation. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the Luxray let out a smug grin as he roared out, “Bet!” This caused the Electabuzz to let loose several expletives while the Flaaffy and Squawkabilly groaned in defeat, realizing that they had nothing to call. This allowed Volt to win the pot from that round.

Jin rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to the radio he was listening to. It was an old-fashioned machine, but at least there were some good programs to listen to and drown out his boredom. Today, however, it just wasn’t enough to lighten the mood. If only he had someone to talk to…like Mila, for instance.

As if answering his silent beck and call, the doors swung open, drawing his attention to two familiar figures. Mayor Sparky stepped inside, flicking the fur on his head. “Howdy, fellas,” he said, drawing his attention to the poker table. “Startin’ the party without me?”

“About damn time you showed up, Mr. Mayor,” the Electabuzz growled. “We were just about done here anyway.”

“But we just started the final round,” the Flaaffy protested. “At least stick around for that.”

“Naw, screw that,” the Electabuzz snorted. “I ain’t gonna sit here while that smartass wins it all and leaves me with nothing, again! Good day!” With that, he grabbed his hat and marched out of the tavern, leaving the other players bewildered.

The Squawkabilly shook his head in disappointment. “Man, oh man,” he said. “He’s really gotta learn to be less of a rage quitter.”

“Maybe someday,” Volt replied with a sigh. He then turned to Mayor Sparky with a smile. “Why don’t you sit and play with us, now that Mr. Grumpy Stripes is gone?”

“Did ya really hafta ask, Voltmire,” Mayor Sparky said with a sly smirk. He then turned to the other newcomer with him. “Why don’t ya pick a seat, Mila?”

Jin’s ears perked up. Wait…did Mayor Sparky say “Mila?” As in, the Sprigatito he’d found yesterday in Thunderclap Valley?

Sure enough, the young feline was walking around the tavern with a wonder in her eyes. Grinning to himself, Jin called Mila’s name, ushering her to sit with him. As she took her place beside him, Jin’s first question was, “So, where have you been all morning?”

“Spark Meadow,” replied Mila. “Mayor Sparky put me through a bit of training to make sure I…erm…adjust to this new body, you could say? Oh, and we met the trapmaker, Leila.”

“Leila Solas Galvantula? Oh yeah, she’s a wisecracker, but also really nice. She and Mayor Sparky have actually been friends for as long as anyone can remember.” Jin took another sip of his apple juice. “I’ve even heard that Leila was the one who vouched for Sparky to run as the new mayor after what happened to Mr. Knox.”

“Mr. Knox? You mean George’s dad?”

Jin nodded, his muzzle creased into a frown. “Yeah,” he answered. “I don’t know much of the details, but I know that he got corrupted by ruination, or something, and the previous mayor decided to just cast him out like he was another feral. Got transformed real badly, too.”

Mila’s only response was to give out a shudder.

Jin downed the last of his apple juice, thinking of a new subject to switch to. He couldn’t risk talking to Mila about her being a human; there would be too much attention to draw, and it would only end up raising more questions than answers. But he wasn’t sure what else he could talk about.

That’s when he noticed Mila staring intently at the radio, her ears swivelled towards the source of the music. “What a pretty song,” she murmured. “And that voice is so soothing, too.”

“Oh, that’s Flama,” replied Jin, relieved that Mila had managed to find another subject. “She’s a really popular singer on the Raidon Archipelago. The reason why her voice is like that is because she’s a Skeledirge, a species known for soothing the souls of anyone who hears their singing.”

Mila turned to Jin, her blue eyes wide with surprise. “Wait, that’s a woman singing that? Wow, she must have practiced hard to know how to hit the low notes!” Her tail wagged. “So, where’s she from?”

Jin shrugged. “No one really knows,” he replied. “And honestly, no one has ever bothered asking her, which is good. She tends to keep her personal life to herself.”

“… I see.”

Before the two could go on any further, they heard an elderly female voice calling for them. “Excuse me, kids,” said a green Pokémon as she ambled toward them. She looked like a mix between a dragon and an apple pie, with rich amber flaps spread across her pale yellow backside, and two leaves atop it – one red and one green. A red helmet resembling an apple sat atop her head, lowering her yellow eyes, and she wore a frilly pink band around her backside.

“Oh, hey Gran,” said Jin. “What’s up?”

“Yer uncle wanted me to tell ya that he and Aunt Leif are gonna be runnin’ late again,” replied the Appletun. “So he wants ya to hold up the fort fer the night.”

Jin let out a sigh. That was absolutely typical of his aunt and uncle: staying out late at night while leaving their nephew to take care of the Egg. What he wouldn’t give to have his parents…

He stopped right there, shaking his head. “Alright, Gran,” he replied, flashing a smile. “They can count on me!” Mila glanced over at him, knowing that it was simply a fake smile.

Gran smiled. “Great,” she said. “I’ll be sure ta give ‘em mah regards!” She then turned and lumbered towards Volt’s table.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Jin frowned again and he turned off the radio. “Well, looks like I’m on Egg-sitting duty, once again,” he told Mila.

“Is it really that bad?” Mila couldn’t help but ask.

Jin hopped off the table, hesitant as he glanced at the poker table. Then, he shook his head. “Not really,” he answered. “We all take turns watching over the Egg every night. But when I do it…well, it gets real boring.”

“Maybe not this time. You’ve got me now.” Those words came out of Mila’s mouth so fast, she didn’t realize what she had just said. But when she saw the look on Jin’s face, she immediately clamped up.

Jin snorted. “Okay, you got me,” he said as he pushed the door open, leading them outside into the village. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe you can turn things around for me tonight.”

The two remained silent as they continued walking down the road to the Lightfang residence. Mila looked around at all the shops that were starting to close up for the night as the peddlers took extra care to shield their produce and merchandise. As they went down towards the path that led to the beach, she reflected upon Mayor Sparky’s words.

“I know there are some kids in the village who study up on them hunter teams,” he had told her. “Why not give ‘em a visit sometime?”

“Mila?”

Mila stopped and looked up to find Jin glancing over his shoulder at her. He had a puzzled expression on his face. “What’s up?” he asked. “You haven’t spoken really much since you got back. Is there something you want to say?”

Mila took a deep breath. “As a matter of fact, yes,” she answered. “Can you tell me more about the hunter teams of the Raidon Archipelago?"

* * *

~Trueno Village, Lightfang Residence~

Mila nestled herself next to Leif’s egg, trying to make herself comfortable. It wasn’t easy, really, especially since the cushions were so small. She figured that the reasons for doing so were because the hatchling would be pretty small, but still.

Outside of the nursery, she could hear the shuffling of objects being tossed across the room as Jin was searching for something. She knew her words had made him excited, but would it kill him to at least clean up after himself?

“Got it,” came Jin’s voice. Immediately afterward, the young Shinx came running into the nursery room, holding a black object in his mouth. He stopped in front of Mila with a huge grin on his face and his tail wagging with excitement. He then immediately dropped it right between the two so Mila could observe it.

The black object looked like a badge of some sort, with ivory-coloured wings protruding from either side. A gold button sat atop it, while a dark blue crystal adorned its center, almost reminding Mila of a familiar object. When she flipped it over, she noticed that the back of the badge contained an ID number as well as the pawprint of a Shinx embedded into it. Parts of the badge were chipped in some places, but it was still in good quality nonetheless.

“So…what is it?” she asked.

Jin’s grin grew even wider. “That, my friend, is an Explorer Badge,” he answered. “Specifically, a Guildmaster Rank Explorer Badge! My dad collected it while on a trip to the Grass Continent, and it was the best birthday present he ever gave to me!”

“Wow…” Mila gasped. “You dad must have really spoiled you a lot.” She then gave a playful smirk. “I bet you mom did, too.”

“She did,” replied Jin. “My parents were the best! They were the ones who gave me the inspiration to start my own hunter team someday.” His grin suddenly faded as he looked down at his paws. “I… I miss them,” he said, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Mila frowned, but thought it best not to dwell on it any further. She turned her attention back to the badge. “So, what connection does this thing have with the hunter teams?”

Jin’s smile returned, but this time it was a more genuine one. He picked up the badge and held it to his chest. “I already told you about how there are exploration teams on the Grass Continent?” Mila nodded. “In our world, there are various units of Pokémon known as teams, and each one operates differently depending on the cause. The Air Continent has rescue teams, the Mist Continent has adventure teams, and the Water Continent is home to the Expedition Society. But here, in the Raidon Archipelago, we have our own teams – and they’re called hunter teams!”

Mila tilted her head to the side. “Why hunter teams?”

Jin snorted. “Because they’re treasure hunters, silly,” he said. “At least, the first hunter teams were treasure hunters. They would go into Mystery Dungeons to look for any treasure they could find, and bring them back to the towns to turn up huge profits! They were a big boon for the economy, too! Anything rare they could find, they would dig it up and sell them off – gold, gems…but none of them ever came close to making an extraordinary discovery as the most famous hunter team of them all!”

“And that would be?” Mila asked, leaning closer.

“Team Jade,” came Jin’s short, quick answer. “Not only were they some of the greatest treasure hunters around, but they were also the first to discover the greatest treasure the Raidon Archipelago had to offer: the Tera Crystals! They were also the ones to establish the four academies to train more treasure hunter teams – specifically, Greenleaf Academy!”

Mila sat there, eyes wide with wonder. “So who were the members?”

“Melli Honeywing Ribombee was the leader of Team Jade,” replied Jin. “She was always straight to the point, and never lost sight of her target, no matter what. Codey Brickskin Scrafty was the team’s muscle, who never lost their cool and always knew how to get the job done quickly. And Calder Gulper Cramorant, while not a logical thinker, defied all odds by keeping his rivals afar with his endless supply of anything he could stuff in his mouth and spit it out. It’s said that he was the one who suggested that the three of them start an academy to teach the future generations of treasure hunters. My parents and even Uncle Volt enrolled in Greenleaf Academy because of Team Jade…and now, it’s my turn!” He then frowned. “… Or, at least, it would be my turn, but…things have been pretty complicated.”

“Complicated, how?”

Jin let out a sigh. “Well, firstly, anyone who wishes to enroll in Greenleaf Academy, or any of the other schools, needs to apply to them first. Afterwards, the higher-ups will spend the next two weeks going over every letter, splitting between who will be accepted or not. And then, anyone who is accepted will need to make the trek to the academy – all before the school year starts.”

“Then why don’t you start now?”

Jin shook his head. “I would, but I’ve got my paws full. And I’m not sure if I can even get a letter written out in time.” He sighed sadly. “Not to mention the academy requires that at least two Pokémon need to be part of a team. So far, I haven’t found anyone who would be able to form a team with me.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore. I can be your partner!”

The words came out of Mila’s mouth so quickly that she didn’t even realize what she was saying…at least, not until she noticed the surprised look on Jin’s face.

“…What did you say?” Jin asked quietly.

“I… I said…” Mila stammered. She then took a deep breath to compose herself. “I can be your partner. We’ll go to Greenleaf Academy, and form a hunter team – together!”

Jin remained silent for a moment. Then, he smiled and lunged forward to give Mila a hug. “Thank you so much!” he said, wagging his tail. “Seriously, I will never forget this moment!”

Mila smiled as she returned the hug. Though she didn’t know how or why she became a Pokémon, and though she wanted to find a way to become human again, she also knew that this experience had also given her a new best friend – one who would stick by her side until the end. And until then, she was definitely going to make the most of the opportunity that was presented to her.

What she didn’t know, however, was that this moment would also change the fate of the Raidon Archipelago forever!

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Hey There Delilah (Part 7)

Cody Rhodes x Fem Oc!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty smut, Mentions of a Custody Battle.

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A lot of things upset Delilah, But nothing upset her more than not being able to see her little sister unless they were in court or at an event, The final day within court to determine who Kinsley would be living her life with was next week, Lilah hadn’t properly seen her in a month & August was slowly creeping in. It shattered her heart & everyone noticed the effects to this occurring. Cody became concerned as he took noticed that everytime she came back into a room after “freshening up” her eyes would be swollen & red, The way Lilah would no longer walk into a room with a certain glow on her face to light up any room her friends were in slowly killed Mira & Cody.

Most days she would sit there stressing over whether or not she would win this court battle against her own parents. She would sit in Cody’s home studying things she needed to know for situations like this, it began to become an issue with her sleeping as Cody woke up & found her in the kitchen at 3:30 in the morning reading over her court documents. “Sweetheart it’s late you need to get to bed” he yawned out while taking any pieces of paper away from her while she frowned sitting down. Cody’s heart was broken just seeing his little sunshine so down in the dumps. He crouched to her level & held her hands “Baby I understand you need to pay all of your attention on this in order to get Kinsley but that does not mean you risk your health every night by not sleeping.” He spoke to her in a manner that he knew she would listen to. She frowned flumping into his arms before breaking down into tears & begin to cry.

He shook his head and picked her up & carried her back up into his room before placing her on the bed and getting down to her level “I know this is scary, It’s scaring the shit out of my honestly not knowing how Kinsley is doing tonight but I know for a fact your going to go in that courthouse next week with the class you hold & Kick ass, It’s okay to be worried & afraid but it’s not okay to affect your sleep, that’s where I need to draw the line sweetheart.” She frowned nodding understanding his words before giving him a gentle kiss “We’re in this together alright? You & Kinsley mean the universe to me, and you know I simply will not allow for them to just up and take Kins away from you without me getting involved.” She smiled sadly at his words while he got up and helped her change clothes & put her hair up before finally going to sleep together for the first time in weeks.

Noon slowly strikes the clock the next day while Cody leans against the door frame watching Delilah get the proper rest & sleep she had been missing out on for a long time. His dog Pharaoh laid right next to her pressing his cold snout against her neck huffing and whining at her awoken absence until Cody quietly shuffled closer to the bed petting the Husky’s fur before getting back up but hearing random foot steps creeping up the stairs soon seeing Mira who held a container of food she made for Delilah “How is she?” Cody got up sighing “Well she finally got sleep last night around 3:50 & I’ve been letting her rest while I go over the papers & memorize everything I possibly can. This entire situation is killing her.” Mira nodded slowly and frowned “We should absolutely be getting 100% Custody over Kinsley, I have years worth of evidence within footage, quoted words & people to back me up to prove they aren’t fit to have custody over Kinsley.” She spoke while looking over Cody’s shoulder seeing Lilah still knocked out like a light. “We all play a part in this.” She muttered out before holding up the container “It’s a whole lasagna, don’t microwave it, it’s gonna take disgusting, put it in the oven instead.” She instructed before handing him the container. “I’m gonna go & clean up the shop for a little bit.” She told him before saying Bye & leaving his house.

For the next few days Delilah would rest & Study as much as she possibly could and have Cody help her go over things she would discuss involving her parents, Paparazzi was becoming a slight issue whenever the two were out handling things or simply walking out to refresh Delilah’s mind, Once the court day finally arrived everyone agreed to meet at the court house. Delilah adjusted her dress and helped Cody fix his suit & tie before he stopped her for a moment and kissed her “Your gonna go in that goddamn building & your going to get Kinsley back permanently, Seth will absolutely be there if we need to get shady understood?” Lilah nodded with a slight smile before patting his jacket before they both left the house and went to the courthouse.

Everyone stood outside & waited for Mr & Mrs. Jones arrival & once they did Kinsley went up to hug Lilah & Cody while Seth & Mira traded dirty looks at the duo before he spoke taking off his glasses smiling at Delilahs father while Mira turned for a millisecond to adjust Randy’s tie “Your screwed.” Delilah’s father glared at Seth & glanced over towards his two daughters “Enjoy the moment for now Delilah, we won’t allow your sister to live her life with her failure of a sister.” Mira was surely glad to record almost everything she possibly could because he just fucked over their entire side of the case. Cody glared stepping towards him “Your lucky to even be her father in the first place because if you weren’t you’d be on this ground right now.” Cody warned before pressing his hand against Delilah’s lower back while holding Kinsley close to his leg “She’ll be sitting with us as-well.” Her mother glared and scoffed before everyone went inside. For the first 30 minutes it was the judge listening to their parents speak in a way that it was clear they we’re unprepared with certain questions and panicked.

But once Lilah was asked to speak they were fucked. “Your honor I would like to state that my Parents have never been healthy people to live or be raised by, They kicked me out at the ripe age of 17 once they discovered I wanted to own a flower-shop which is now successful today. I had to stay with my bestfriend Mirabella in a small apartment before I saved up enough money to have an apartment and shop merged together, My parents were enraged when they discovered I did not want to go into college & follow the path they pre set for me which involved going to Harvard & & Marrying someone with money.” She addressed before continuing on while opening a few folders Cody set down on the table the two sat at. “My parents are known by multiple of my friends & Significant other that they are not capable of holding the emotional support a parent should give to their child. Most of my childhood & Kinsley’s early years of growing up consisted heavily with Verbal abuse, Emotional abuse & negligence, my close friend Mirabella is here within court to come to my defense with various evidence.”

The judge nodded his head & soon brought Mira onto the soon where she soon began to provide proof to come to Delilah’s defense, she included a freshly voice recording just from earlier of what Delilah’s father said to them & a variety of other voice recordings, pictures & other things. The judge soon spoke out asking as to why they did what they did when Delilah first opened her shop. “Your honor we have a belief that gods plan for Delilah was to become a Harvard student & marry someone who is not only intelligent but wealthy enough to care for her. Selling flowers & dresses simply is not a good enough plan to live from.” The judge quirked up an eyebrow “But yet she seems so be making a very good life for her & her sister, she has a home, she puts food on her table, You believe God created earth correct? And one of the things god also could have created were the flowers Delilah herself sells to people in beautiful bouquets so it seems she is doing just right on her own, perhaps this career choice of hers was god’s plan?” Her parents were baffled that they weren’t to be sided with.

Cody sat next to Kinsley & held her hand as he became nervous once the room was filled with silence before Seth cleared his throat “Your honor may I add onto the discussion? They had mentioned she was to marry a wealthy man to take care of her correct? Well if you’ve noticed by now my close friend Cody, The blonde one.” Seth pointed in his direction before standing up “Delilah is in a relationship with him & I’m sure she sees a future with him not only that but he fits well into the wealthy criteria to not only take care of Delilah but also Kinsley if she got full custody of her little sister.” Seth pointed out before adjusting his coat “Infact I’ve done a little research into Mr & Mrs jones, Mrs jones hasn’t had a job since atleast 2013 & Mr Jones barely makes 19k a year, Now this doesn’t make Delilah a gold digger or anything, actually she had no clue who Cody was for a long while so she authentically got to know him, sold him a few bouquets, Honestly she could care less about the wealth.” Cody quirked up a brow & squeezed Kinsleys hand when he noticed her parents becoming furious from the embarrassment Seth stacked on-top of them.

Delilah’s lawyer that Randy & Mira got ahold of verbally cornered Mr & Mrs jones by asking questions & causing them to backtrack, She was kicking ass in this case & interrogated their parents is the harshest way possible which caused Randy to grin.

Cody soon stood up and spoke up “I’d like to add onto what Seth just pointed out, Delilah is 23 years old running a Flower shop & Boutique and yet still keeps her attention diverted to Kinsley, Before summer break Kinsley would immediately come to the store after school & Delilah would have lunch & Dinner prepared for her & even managed to find the time to help her with any sort of homework while dealing with customers at the same time, Delilah is a young woman but yet she still plays an amazing role as a parental figure for her little sister & provides her space within the apartment they live in, meanwhile Kinsley & Delilah’s parents quite literally rip doors off the hinges telling Kinsley she is responsible enough to earn her privacy.” Cody grabbed one of the folders and pulled out a photo that Mirabella took which was clearly hard evidence on his claims and held it up and set it down in front of the judge “Delilah is one of the most powerful women I know, How she manages to juggle a business & her responsibilities as a parental figure by helping with bake sales, Soccer games Kinsley has been apart of & even plays I have yet to see her parents do the same.” He pointed out before ending his rant and sitting back down next to Kinsley.

Her father became enraged and started throwing a tantrum making Randy snort which resulted in Mira kicking his foot shooting darts at him with a certain look “Don’t you fucking dare.” She mumbled before adjusting her seating position. The judge requested everyone to wait outside while he made the ultimate decision, the hallway was filled with pure silence until her mother walked by scoffing “You’re the worst Delilah, Honestly, we truly do not understand how we could have raised such a failu-“ she cut her off by standing up and getting in her face “I’m the failure? You couldn’t raise me for shit! You ripped fucking doors off the hinges & refuse to give a goddamn 10 year old some fucking privacy, I’m so goddamn exhausted with you barking and bitching about what I chose to do with my life when I just find out I make more of a goddamn income than the two of you combined!” She chewed out her mother while Mira stood against a wall with crossed arms, Just as Delilah was about to walk off her father grabbed her arm digging his nails into her arm which made Cody bolt up along with security and push him off of her “The hell is wrong with you!?” He shouted before making Delilah sit down while he started pointing his finger in her father’s face “Let me find out you put your hands on Kinsley like that, Let me find out.” He glared before shoving hier father back & crouching to Delilahs level checking her arm before Security permitted everyone to go back inside. Delilah walked back into the room holding Kinsleys hand while sitting down as the judge cleared his throat.

“After today’s session I have come to the conclusion that Kinsley Jones will no longer be housed with Mr & Mrs Jones, Delilah Jones & Cody have earned 100% custody over her, The parents of Kinsley & Delilah are not to be allowed near Kinsley or have her with them unless they are given the permission.” He finished while Delilah smiled out relief and squeezed Kinsleys hand before they were all dismissed, Mr & Mrs jones were forced to leave in a separate area away from Kinsley while everyone stood in the hallway, Delilah crouched onto the floor hugging her little sister tightly before Cody had joined in on the hug before making Delilah stand up and giving her a rushed kiss “Marry me?” He blurted out randomly which shocked Mira & Delilah but she assumed he was just joking but he shook his head quickly “I know it’s random sweetheart, I was extremely unprepared I don’t even have a ring yet but I’d rather let you pick, Please?” Kinsley hugged the side of her sisters leg just as surprised before Delilah nodded in a rushed manner & Pressing her lips against his while seth patted Cody’s shoulder

Cody pulled back for a split second but got pulled into a hug with Mira which left him shocked until Mira gave him a warning “If you break her heart I will fucking castrate you.” She muttered before pulling away smiling before Kinsley hugged her leg tightly “Thank you.” Mira looked down and grinned before holding her dress down while crouching to her level “Your welcome sweet pea.” Kinsley smiled widely while everyone got ready to leave the Courthouse.

But there was yet to be a completely happy ending, While they got to enjoy some things for now there were also going to be temporary downfalls.

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