#incredible experience of when you try to talk to a parent about what they did and they say ‘that didn’t happen’ but now it from time loop

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Homelander x SupeTeen!Reader

Idk ya'll Homie has really been getting on my nerves recently. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this one at first, but I LOVE the way it turned out. It was a doozy but it was SO FUN to write! This isn’t proof read just yet so please don’t yell at me💀

Summary: You meet your biological father for the first time at Vought Tower after your adoptive mother's unexpected passing...he's not exactly what you expected.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Homelander (Obviously), death of a parental figure, mentions of death, manipulation tactics, awkward parental conversations???

Being a Supe had never been easy for you, though, luckily you had never been forced to live in a lab. Soon after you were born, one of the Vought scientists had taken you in as her own, -due to the fact that your biological mother had died during childbirth- directly going against Vought's policies. She was found out eventually, to no one's surprise...but this breach in policy gave headway to a new experiment. So, she was allowed to keep you and raise you as her own. You were raised as any other child would be, but you were treated with extra caution...and being the only Supe in school wasn't exactly a cake walk. But the worst thing you had experienced was a little bullying, but your doting, caring, adoptive mother put an end to that rather quickly by talking with the school board. The first 15 years of your life were...tolerable, if not ideal. It was supposed to stay that way...until your mother was found dead at her place of work.

It had only been two weeks since your mother died. In those two weeks, you had been relocated and told, verbatim, that your father was one of the most iconic Supes in the world...Homelander. Now? You were sitting in The Seven's meeting room at Vought Tower, anxiously toying with the handle of the swivel chair you were sitting in. Part of you was still just...numb. Everything you had ever known had been ripped away from you seemingly overnight. Any other child would be over the moon...but you? You were just...detached. You were pulled out of the endless depths of your own thoughts when a voice echoed off the walls of the room.

"Hey there, kiddo!"

You looked up from your anxious fiddling, and were met with the blindingly white smile of your biological father. You did your best to give a convincing smile back, sitting up a bit straighter in your seat. His presence wasn't exactly the most comforting. He tilted his head to the side a bit when you didn't respond.

"You're Y/N...Right? Hopefully we didn't get the wrong kid...that would be awkward, wouldn't it?" Homelander asked with a laugh. He sort of stopped in the center of the room, looking you up and down, like he was trying to evaluate you...to decide your worth. You nod sheepishly.

"Yeah...yeah. That's me." It honestly didn't help that you were the age that you were...it made it more awkward somehow. Homelander didn't say anything for a moment, almost like he was waiting for you to say something else. When you didn't, he sort of chuckled.

"You're not very talkative, are you?" He asked. You had opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off. "I guess that's understandable. Meeting your old man for the first time is no small feat..." He paused for a moment as he evaluated your expression. "I'm sorry to hear about your mom...tough stuff there, kiddo." You took a breath when he mentioned your mother. It was all so fresh...and there were so many things you had recently learned that she had never told you. You didn't even know she wasn't your biological mother until after she died.

"Mmm...Don't be sorry...not your fault."

Oh, the unknown irony of that statement.

Homelander let out a small scoff and frowned. Admittedly, the frown looked incredibly fake...almost like he was mocking you.

"Still...I can't imagine what you must be feeling. I mean, to find out that she was keeping so much from you...after she died...? That must pack an even worse punch." You sort of stiffened in your seat. You weren't exactly stupid...you could read his tone. He was hiding his insults towards your mother with a cruel, mock sympathy.

"She only did it to protect me...I know she did. She wasn't a bad mom, she was amazing, actually." You respond, almost matter-of-factly, your eyes glowing red ever so slightly. "I know raising a Supe couldn't have been easy for her...she had her reasons." It was incredibly hard to talk about your mother in any way, considering she had only died two weeks ago. Homelander sensed your tone, and put his hands up as he noticed the flicker of light in your eyes. It suddenly became clear to him that you couldn't control your powers, which almost made him smirk.

"Hey now, of course she was...Absolutely no hard feelings towards your mom...But I know I would have never kept things from you like that. And registering you at a public school, knowing you're a Supe? That's just...cruel." You were going to continue defending your mother...until he mentioned school. That was something you couldn't exactly convince yourself was a great move on your mom's part.

"School was...a different story. It was rough." You said, pulling your legs up onto the swivel chair so you could hold your knees to your chest. Homelander nodded as he took a few steps closer to you, his hands now at rest behind his back.

"So I've heard...I spoke to your therapist." That comment turned your stomach a bit. Wasn't everything you spoke about with your therapist supposed to be confidential? Homelander noticed the slight change in your expression. "Don't worry, Y/N...I didn't dig into any of the gritty teenager things..." He chuckled, "I was just curious to learn about your school situation. You're a sophomore now, right?"

"Yeah...I will be. In the fall." You said quietly. Homelander smiled, where he now stood beside your chair at the point of the uniquely shaped table.

"Well that's fun, isn't it?" He asked as he pulled out one of the other swivel chairs and pulled it towards him. "One more year and then you're one of the big dogs." You nodded, watching his movements as he sat down, facing you. Everything about him just seemed so...strange. Even the way he moved. It looked almost calculated...and was mildly unsettling.

"I guess..." You said quietly. You sighed as you rested your chin on your knees, grabbing onto the table to reluctantly turn your chair to face his...it was only polite.

"You don't seem too thrilled..." He started, his blue eyes meeting the identical set that you possessed, "Was school really that bad?" That was more of a rhetorical question on his part, he knew everything about you.

"The teasing sucks...They call me 'Laser Eyes'..." Homelander stifled a laugh when you said that, to which you narrowed your eyes.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" He said with a chuckle, "That is the stupidest insult I've ever heard!" Homelander took a moment to stop laughing before he looked back to you. "Look. I'm not laughing at you, kiddo. I would never. But Laser Eyes...? Really? They couldn't come up with anything more original? I mean...Even I'd be hesitant to insult you considering you could just laser them in half." He said. His smile was almost manic looking.

"What?" You asked, almost dumbfounded. "I would never...I could never." You said. You pulled your chin off your knees, your eyes still narrowed.

"Why couldn't you? You're a Supe...aren't you? I mean...mommy swooping in and bribing administration to take disciplinary action against those little shit stains isn't exactly making you out to be the strongest person..." You almost immediately sat up correctly in your chair.

"She bribed the administration...?" You ask softly. Homelander gave a mock frown as he noticed your eyes become glossy.

"You didn't know? Gosh...How much was she keeping from you?" You swallowed as he spoke and tried your best not to cry. The last person you wanted to look pathetic in front of was Homelander...Especially considering his earlier comment about it not being a good look that your mom always had to swoop in and save you. "Awe..." He started, scooting his chair closer to yours. "Don't cry kiddo...It's not your fault that you're so lost...It's hers." Your eyes met his once again, a tear slipping down your cheek, which you quickly reached up to wipe away.

"Lost?" You ask. Homelander nodded.

"Well, most Supes your age, with your abilities usually already have a professional presence...Or at least know how to use their powers correctly." He said, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "I mean, had I raised you? Had you not been wrongfully stolen from me after you were born? You'd already have a place in the Supe community, followers...maybe even a contract with Vought. You wouldn't just be floating in your own little bubble...You'd have a group. A family." Something in you broke when he spoke. Your mother had stolen you from your biological father? And had he raised you, you wouldn't be so...you? So lonely and misplaced? You couldn't help the tears that slid down your cheeks. It was as if your entire life had been flipped upsidedown.

"She...S-she really kept all that from me?" You asked. Homelander tutted softly, almost pitying you. He stood up and held out his arms.

"Come here, kiddo..." He said softly, with a tone of empty sympathy. You almost immediately stood up and buried your head in his chest. At this point....What else did you have? Who else did you have? He chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around you, his hug firm, considering he was so much larger than you...yet comforting, despite the strange material of his suit.

'It's alright, Y/N...You're right where you need to be. We'll get you up and running with those powers of yours in no time..." He said softly, resting his chin on top of your blonde hair. He caught the reflection of the two of you in the large window that lit the room and his grip tightened, almost possessively. "You're not alone anymore...got it? You've got your dad to keep you company..." You nodded against his chest, sniffling.

"Got it." You responded softly, hugging him a bit tighter. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe Homelander, no, your father was what was best for you. How could you have been living in the dark for so long without realizing it...? You were truly lost. But everything was okay now. You were finally safe, in your fathers embrace.

Homelander smiled wickedly at his own reflection in the window before he rested his cheek on your head. Finally...he had you. His own child that he had been trying to get his bloody hands on for years...Losing another Vought scientist was a necessary sacrifice in the bigger picture of his perfect narrative...and it all started right here. With you. His child. He smiled as he pulled away from the hug, his hands gently squeezing your shoulders.

"How does a milkshake sound, huh? I know Planet Vought has a double chocolate one that's yummers." You smiled and nodded as he moved his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I love chocolate." You said with a small laugh. Homelander chuckled as he turned you towards the door of the meeting room and started walking, his firm hand on your shoulder urging you forward.

"I know."

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I hope ya’ll enjoyed! I left it open for more parts so totally let me know if you’d be interested in reading more. Writing for Homes is always a questionable adventure 💀 Until next time, Adieu!

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Parents don’t approve of Dead on main

Fentons are geniuses but not multitaskers. They’re used to giving their all to the most important thing on the list, forgetting even food and sleep, and then going back to something else.

So when they find out that Danny is Phantom, they panic and can’t think of anything else. Well, until they see the Gotham News on TV. What does it matter if their boy’s ghost or not? He's in bad company now and dating a crime lord! That's a real problem. No time to whine about their research about the nature of ghosts. Their boy is in danger! Change of priorities, urgent change of priorities!

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So, when Danny moves in with Jason because of identity reveal, Batman prepares for various outcomes. To the flow of GIWs in Gotham, to the parents of the boy who may continue to hunt him and even to the likelihood that Maddie and Jack will accept their child without any questions. Bruce is a genius, but he forgets to include one important variable in the equation, namely his son. Despite the anti-hero’s current status, Red Hood is still remembered by the general public for his bloody methods of controlling Crime Alley. Which could definitely bother..anyone, to be honest. And it's understandable that video of Red Hood and Phantom beating Black Mask up on news did not make a pleasant first impression.

However, Bruce himself know a completely different side of his son and therefore could not tolerate the completely unfounded accusations from Maddie. Batman: How dare you! My boy is an angel. Your son is incredibly lucky to have such a thoughtful and caring partner. Jack: Yeah? I don't think so. How do we know he’s not just going to use Danno powers in his criminal plans? Maddie: We’re taking our boy home and it’s out of the question. Batman: Yeah? And how do we know you’re not just taking him for your experiments? Danny *whispers*: Um, Jay, we should go away, if you remember. Red Hood *whispers*: Yeah, yeah, I know. But just listen to it. Usually we can not get a word out of him. A temporary cure for emotional constipation is a true miracle. May your parents stay longer if, you know, they will not try to shoot you or smth else?

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Maddie at home*aggressively filing a petition against anti-ecto laws*: I don’t care if the parental rights aren’t over the ghosts. How dare a bloody furry tell me I have no official right to take my son home and shove my own quotes in my face calling him a thing?!

Vlad who has long wanted to get rid of GIW *enters the house*: Bonjour, need a helping hand? Jack and Maddie *exchange glances without knowing if Danny’s secret should be revealed to their friend*. Vlad: Oh, for Ancients’s sake. *Snaps his fingers and goes Plasmius* Vlad: I’m also a stakeholder in it, okay? ~~~after two hours of talking~~~ Jack: Wait, V-man, if you know about Danny being Phantom, you know about his boyfriend too? Vlad: Red Hood? How could I not. I often visit Gotham for business deals. This is a favorite topic of newspapers and gossip. I don’t know who he is without a mask but I must admit the guy has a good aim, a lot better than you, Jack. Maddie: *pulls out the Ghost Peeler*

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Astro Observations 2.0

Thank you all for 222 followers! <3

Take these observations for what they are: personal observations.

Super duper long because I love you all. :)

Aries moons tend to always be on the move. Often times, these natives have something energetically "off" at home which results in them not even wanting to be there. They're the type to always be at work or at their friend's place. May have parents they want to get away from. At least one of their parents leans toward a more masculine energy.

You cannot be in your feelings when you talk to a Virgo moon. Their love language is literally telling you all the ways you can improve yourself. It's not necessarily that they're trying to make you feel some type of way, they genuinely don't think there's anything offensive about it. They're naturally attracted to "fixer-uppers" and they love a good project. Only problem is, people are not your projects and your loved ones are allowed to be flawed.

On the note of Virgo moons, they also have a tendency to be permanently unimpressed. My mom has this placement and my sister and I always wanted grand reactions to the stuff we did as kids, but we never got them. Even to this day, my mom is the queen of giving absolutely nothing extra energetically lol. They literally look like this emoji --->😐. Unless they have fire placements, they tend to be the definition of stoicism.

I've been studying the relationship between Scorpio moons and their mothers for a while now because it is such an interesting dynamic. I noticed in the past, that Scorpio moon natives may experience a rather controlling mother figure, but I've recently noticed that this controlling nature goes both ways. Yes, their mother has control over them and their actions, but they have just as much control over her too. They're almost like puppets to each other. It's an incredibly intriguing dynamic that honestly leaves me speechless. Makes you wonder, in these specific situations, "Is anyone here truly the victim?"

We've talked about how moon signs can manifest and what your mother may have taught you, but what I have yet to touch on is how your moon sign reflects your mother's pregnancy experience. I've studied this a bit and I think my mom is the perfect example! My sister and I have opposing moon signs: Cancer and Capricorn. I've spoken to my mom in-depth about both her pregnancies and here is how she describes them:

-Pregnancy with Cancer moon: she was overweight, gained 50+ lbs during her pregnancy, used food to cope with her abusive relationship, was on bedrest, too depressed to do or go anywhere, spent most of her days in the house crying.

-Pregnancy with Capricorn moon: she was in amazing physical condition, gained less than 20 lbs during pregnancy (10 lbs of that was baby), had endless energy, worked out every day, worked overtime at her job, was broken up from my dad, lived alone, was in her bag.

Opposite moon signs and two completely different pregnancies!! Crazy, right?!

I've heard the theory that Capricorn moons are the eldest child, which is true in many cases. However, in my experience as a Capricorn moon, I'm the youngest and my eldest sister is a Cancer moon. But that doesn't debunk my "big sister" energy lol. My sister has always referred to me as her "big little sister" and when we were younger and my mom left us home alone, she always left me in charge. My Cancer moon sister was known for her big emotions and ability to quickly lose control. This dynamic has always been funny to me. Ex. We had a tornado watch (super rare where I live) and my sister was running around the house screaming and crying. While I was calmly in my bedroom playing dolls keeping it kosher. 🤣

God really did give his toughest battles to Virgo, Scorpio and Capricorn moons. No one else is doing it like us! We came equipped with everything we needed to handle ALL the bs in our families.

Don't scorch me fire moons, but where is the personal accountability? I've seen water signs talk their way out of some situations, but the way a fire moon will dance around the truth really needs to be studied. I made this observation before and a Sag moon came for me which is how you know it's true. 😭

Moon sign compatibility is so real y'all. As an earth moon, I mainly form deep connections and bonds with other earth moons and *some* water moons. The other elements just don't do it for me. Even with my fire placements & degrees, I still struggle to understand fire moons.

I've read before that Leo moons have a tendency to be selfish, which I concur depending on the situation. But I think the reason why some of them act like this is because often times, they are either the only child or the favorite child. So they literally don't know what it means to compromise or not get their way. I've only met 2 Leo moons (that I know of) years apart and they both had the same tendencies and personality. Let me know if you've had a more positive experience with this moon sign!

Fixed moons may have mothers who are very controlling over their lives. Their mothers have a “fixed” idea of what their child’s life should look like. They have a tendency to have a puppet & puppeteer relationship. I’ve noticed that because of this, these natives tend to have one area of their lives that their mother can’t control and they spiral out of control in that area. Kinda like a “look mom, you can’t control me in EVERY way” type thing. The most common areas I’ve noticed this in is their sex lives and drugs/alcohol use.

Of course the above note is based on personal experience. I’ve heard quite a few mothers of fixed moons say to other people: “I made them do this” “there was no way I was gonna let them not do this…” like the kid has no choice in the matter.

Okay, enough about moon signs. For now...

This may not be too popular with the astro girlies buttt I believe we have a tendency to attract the versions of signs we speak into existence. For example, when I first started studying astrology, I was sick to my stomach to see that I was a Sagittarius rising because I had back-to-back experiences with Sagittarius suns stabbing me in the back, so I told myself they were the worst. In time, I wanted to accept all of my chart which included my own Sag placements. I had to heal my understanding and perception of them to see them differently. Now, I attract the funniest and kindest Sag suns! It all started with me. This is your sign to heal your trauma with that placement. 🤍 (yes, this is also a message to myself). What you see won't change until you change what you see!

If there's anything a mutable rising is gonna do it's change their physical appearance.

Earth risings, rising at earth degree, or chart ruler in earth house: these people are less likely to take bold chances and risks with their appearances. Not really the type to dye their hair crazy colors, although they are quick to get visible tattoos.

Virgo in big 6 appears naturally put together. They don't really have to get ready because they stay ready. And they expect the same from you, especially if you're their romantic partner. This is amplified if they have Libra or Leo placements.

I’ve noticed Virgo suns and risings are much less likely to wear makeup. I see them with it maybe once a year and even then it’s like one coat of mascara and some highlighter. One thing I have heard a lot of Virgo women say is that they literally don’t know how to do their makeup which may factor into why they don’t wear it. Virgo moons however do tend to wear makeup.

Aries and Scorpio placements are very protective of their loved ones. One wrong look in their direction and they're ready to pounce.

Gemini-Sagittarius axis: if there's one thing these placements are gonna do it's laugh at absolutely nothing for an extended period of time.

Taurus and Libra placements, do you really need that new blouse? Or that new stationary knowing dang well you have more than enough? No, put it back. Aht! PUT IT BACK. And keep your receipts, so when you get home from that impulsive purchase, you can bring it right back where you got it from.

Something about Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius and Capricorn placements in dark academia that really does something to me chile...dark academia was made for us!

Saturn rules teeth. Saturn placements and aspects can describe your teeth’s appearance and health. Saturn aspecting Jupiter may have larger teeth. Aspecting Mercury may result in the native having smaller teeth or possibly getting veneers. Saturn aspecting Venus can manifest as the native receiving many compliments on their teeth/smiles. In the case of harsher aspects, the native can feel their teeth directly hinder their perceived beauty.

I’ve noticed people with prominent Gemini/Virgo/Mercury placements are much more likely to have gaps in between their front teeth. Often times, this is a result of their teeth being on the smaller side.

Virgo placements (esp. moons) can have naturally “perfect” teeth that don’t require braces. But upon closer inspection, you can see their teeth are not perfect, but rather, the imperfections are so minuscule you have to truly look to find them.

Libra Suns typically go for either the relaxed look (very natural appearance, not much makeup) or all the frills (makeup, couture, luxury). I have yet to see an in between. Libras with Scorpio/8th house influence enjoy darker colors and go for a much more relaxed look. More likely to portray a dark feminine embodiment of Venus or a more natural feminine. Especially if they have Virgo placements.

Aries suns (males and females) are the BIGGEST sweethearts and I don’t see enough people praise them for their pure hearts. 🥹

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Let's appreciate how complex Agatha's relationship with Billy is

GIF credit to @isagrimorie

The genuine emotion brimming from Agatha in this moment is very interesting and I really want to break down all the layers of how Agatha is relating to Billy—because it is truly not as simple as Agatha feeling sentimental or motherly to Billy.

There are a few layers at work here (and I also want to give a shout-out to @trickofthelights for her excellent recap points):

Billy reminds Agatha (enough) of herself

There are two driving forces at the core of Agatha as a character. We know this because her characterisation has been incredibly consistent throughout the show and Schaeffer has talked about them, which is: (a) Agatha is self-serving and (b) Agatha loves powerful witchcraft.

Billy is a powerful witch who did a horrifying thing in order to survive. He's been lying to these wonderful parents. He also just tried murdering three people in a fit of rage, provoked by Agatha no less.

Would Agatha care if he was less powerful? Would Agatha care if he didn't have a dark side? If he hadn't shown to be duplicitous and dangerous and subject to his darker impulses?

If he wasn't alone and without a coven, a possible outcast even among witches because of his unusual origins and power?

I'm pretty sure the answer is no, she would not. She would have dismissed him the same way she did his "Teen" persona. Agatha doesn't care about witches, Agatha cares about powerful witches –because that's who Agatha is and what drives her.

And we also got hints of this with Agatha and Wanda (hello consistent characterisation). In Schaeffer's words:

There is respect and almost affection inherent in [Agatha's interest in enormously powerful witchcraft], as indicated by how she felt about Wanda. She was mean to Wanda, but really she was fascinated by Wanda and admired her and wanted to hang out with her. 

And if this wasn't clear enough, what Agatha tells Billy shortly later about breaking the rules and being a true witch just screams projection (more on that in my next point).

I was delighted that Agatha really did bounce back from the attempted murder – but it's not because she's forgiving. Oh no, I think, Agatha was testing her theory by poking the bear (calculated move, bad at math) and she's glad she was proven right.

I mean, she not happy about the attempted murder but her curiosity wins out. You see her poking at Billy and trying to figure him out in the rest of this scene.

Agatha also hates self-righteous moralising and searches out for the darkness in people – delights in it even – because she knows people and she knows her own darkness.

Billy is different but also not so different from Agatha, as much as Billy or his mom would hate to admit.

Agatha is dealing with her childhood trauma

Yes, Agatha is projecting on Billy, but she makes a choice about it. We hear her telling him what she would have wanted someone to tell her: that they shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of who they are or what they did to survive, that they are part of a community.

Don't you dare feel guilty about your talent. ... That's what kept you alive. That's what makes you special. That's what makes you a witch.

She's trying to be the person she needed when she was a child, because she simply doesn't want someone else – particularly a younger witch – going through what she did.

She doesn't want anyone to go through what her mother put her through. And that's a choice.

Because there are a number of ways a character can deal with trauma: they can lash out and bring others down, wanting others to experience to the pain they went through, or they can realise that what happened to them shouldn't happen to anyone else in their position.

There's something beautifully self-serving but also selfless in that, because this is a way for Agatha to heal from her trauma. She can tell Billy things she may not be able to tell herself.

And it's interesting because as a self-serving villain, Agatha could just be jealous of Billy's power. But in this moment at least, Agatha's empathy and compassion – as buried as they usually are – prevail.

And yes, Agatha was fond of kid Billy

This is what Schaeffer touched on in her interview answer and it makes sense, with the insight that Agatha – like any good actor – does invest a bit of herself in every role she plays.

Agatha does have feelings (as much as they might make her vomit) and I do believe she has a soft spot when it comes to kids, given her experience with her son and her own childhood trauma. And that kids don't have the level of hypocrisy and darkness that adults do.

It makes sense that Agatha would have some level of care about the Scarlet Witch's magical kid Billy. And that is a fondness that has carried onto teenage Billy – who is powerful and a survivor and has a potential for darkness in a way she can relate to.

There are layers and they intersect and it all ties back to how Agatha is incredibly complex and yet consistent as a character.

[letorip]

Can you do headcanons about meeting/first date with Jenna’s characters?

meetings & first dates

very funny to think about, i really did have quite good fun writing this one. thank you as always to the anon who requested, i was happy to oblige. also this isn’t what i originally planned to put out but casual [iii] should be out soon so maybe this’ll fill the void. i'm also on holiday at the moment, so that's why i'm posting at a weird hour (5 am) my ass had a plane to catch

i think i cooked on the lorraine one, would y'all want that one too

wednesday addams

you meet her in jericho, working behind the counter of the hardware store your parents own, when she stomps inside in her rain soaked boots and down a random aisle without a word at you

when she comes back with a shovel, some duct tape, a taser, and some rope, you have to awkwardly joke that it looks like she's trying to kill something

she doesn't laugh at your joke, instead staring right back at you, and you feel yourself gulp

that's your first interaction, and you don't see her again for a few days, until she comes back to buy a box of nails, and then a week later, a bucket, and a few days after that, a plunger

you won't know it until later, but she didn't actually need the nails or the bucket, she just needed an excuse to go back to the hardware store and buy some stuff so she could get up close to you

after four or five trips of her buying the most odd, random shit, she works up the courage to actually start talking to you a bit more. after a few more trips after that, you ask her what the stuff is all for, and she lets you in on the creature in the woods killing the locals, and that she claims to have seen it

for what it's worth, you believe her immediately, about rowan and the hyde and crackstone, and you listen to her theorise, leaning on the counter until someone else comes in and asks you where the plywood is, and you have to actually go do your job. wednesday stares down the intruder, trying to smite them with her eyes, but you always give her an apologetic smile before you leave

she tells you later when you're better friends and she's confessing, but she thinks of you as an odd comfort and home that she never realised she desired, and being in the hardware store and having you smile at her gave her a single fluttering of that warmth

eventually she brings you on her investigations and her cold, dead heart is running a million miles an hour the entire time, but you have to hide how close you are to wednesday from your father, because of his passionate dislike of outcasts

wednesday comes to your back window and chucks rocks at the glass to get your attention, romeo and juliet style, so that you can sneak out

when you actually ask her out, it's before you've even kissed, and wednesday wordlessly nods yes with her mouth hanging open, before she grabs the collar of your jacket and messily kisses you for the first time

your first date is to a movie, and to a horror movie, to be more specific. you take her to get food at a local diner that's open 24 hours, super late at night, and though she makes a remark about how these restaurants were unhealthy and an indicator of what's wrong with america, she thoroughly enjoys her waffle and you even manage to get her to wear one of those silly diner hates for a moment. she doesn't admit it, but she likes making you laugh

the movie is an incredibly rough experience. you despise horror movies, but wednesday is left smiling at the screen as a man is ripped to shreds in front of your eyes

that is until she realises your discomfort, and she realises you only did this because you knew she would like it. the realisation literally blows her mind, and she watches your face contort in disgust and fear, before gently reaching over and hastily grabbing your hand

she doesn't say another word, struggling to process the new emotions until you're both done with the movie and walking home. you're ranting about how gross it was and how you would be having nightmares for weeks because of it, and then she reaches up to the back of your neck and pulls you down into another fiery kiss, right as it starts to rain

tara carpenter

you've known tara for years, since you're also from woodsboro. you went to the same elementary school and she’s known of you for a long, long time since you chased her around the playground with a lizard in your hands

tara's always liked you, and you've both always had some attraction to each other and magical chemistry, but there's always been something to keep you apart

tara's involvement with amber and then chad, and then your own girlfriends, it was never the right time for you both to explore whatever electricity you could feel between you, so you didn't until you were both well into your year at blackmore

you only really get close until you take the same film class as tara. tara takes it because she's a film major and you take it because you need the credit and it's the only option of a class that takes place after 8 in the morning

you sit right next to each other and for the whole semester, you two slowly grow closer and closer, poking each other and whispering stuff while the professor prattles on

she's the de facto film buff of the group, only rivalled by mindy, and so you go to her whenever you're working on a project, because you're definitely the type to watch stupid shit, and not the high-brow film stuff the class requires

it means you end up hanging out a lot, at the library, at the coffee shop, on the couch of her apartment. you both set up the '1 for 1' rule, in which she gets to show you a movie for ever movie you get to show her

and she shows you really annoyingly good stuff, while you make her watch utter garbage. neither of you admit it, but you end up liking some of the high-brow art she pushes and she ends up having fun with the stupid movies you show her

when she makes you watch the babadook, you make her watch hot tub time machine, when she makes you watch citizen kane, you make her watch bridesmaids, and when she makes you watch la la land, you make her watch zoolander. it's a mutual exchange of interests, and you both lean against each other when you watch them on the couch or on her bed

paddington absolutely makes tara carpenter cry, there, i said it, and you show it to her and hug her when she does

things are genuinely just so easy and perfect with you, and it's so natural in a way that is unnatural for tara, but in a good way. you're unlike anyone she's ever been with, and it's refreshing and new in a way that's so exciting when you both kiss during the movie before sunrise

that's why it's so funny when your first date goes absolutely awfully

it rains on you, while you both walk to the restaurant and neither of you brought an umbrella because it wasn't projected to rain. then the sushi place you're bringing her to completely forgets your reservation and you're both waiting 30 minutes to get a table, and to top matters off, you end up being allergic to a fish you try for the first time, and need to get taken in hospital

you're not even choking really, just broken out into hives and feeling lightheaded, and tara's in the ambulance with you on the way there, and you're both talking casually, like "how was your day?"

you both get there and realise tara forgot her phone at the restaurant, and whereas anyone else would be pissed and call it a terrible date and give up, you both are fucking laughing your heads off at how cartoonishly awful the date went, even though it's a hospital, and that probably isn't the right place to be laughing in

when you're released super late that night, you both end up just wandering around new york until the late hours of the morning, just talking and occasionally holding hands. tara mentions that it reminds her of la la land, and you kiss, and what would've been a deal-breaking, awful date for anyone else just becomes something you shared with each other, and brings you even more in love

reminds me of the song ant pile by dominic fike

lorraine day

you meet lorraine as the kid of the new corn farmer in town, after your grandfather gets too old to be able to maintain his land by himself. your father has to come back and take over, due to his declining health, and you first see each other when lorraine and her daddy come to say hello and talk business for cow feed

she spots you in the back, leaning on the fence next to the field with your arms crossed and your hat pulled low, and you're just watching her and her dad talking to yours with a frown

she's set on edge by your presence, even though you're not really part of the conversation. she has to stop herself when she realises she keeps looking over at you every couple seconds, and you're still just staring at her and her father in a way that isn't exactly friendly

your dad is a generally nice guy, and he gives her your name in a passing mention and graciously accepts the pie lorraine's momma made to bring to the new partners, but it overall isn't a great first impression, and she decides right there in her daddy's truck on the ride home that she doesn't like you very much

when you're brought up again, it's by her father a week or so later. he's mentioning how helpful you are around your grandfather's farm over dinner, saying how your grandfather is blessed to have someone so good-hearted, and lorraine can’t help but remember the look of you glowering against the fence at them and doubt how true that is

she still doesn't like you, when you actually talk for the first time. RJ is bringing her home after an incredibly awkward date and gets a flat, and just as it starts to rain, guess who spots her and decides to pull over in their rusty ass pickup truck with a weird look on your face that lorraine can't help but assume is smugness

your truck bed is full of tools and supplies for your grandfather's farm and you haven't got a spare on you, but you know there's one in the shed on your farm. there's only one seat open in your truck, and even though lorraine heavily hints to RJ that she doesn't want to go, she's volunteered, as RJ doesn't want to leave his van on the side of the road, even though there's not many people who would touch the piece of junk

you snort when he insinuates that lorraine wouldn't be strong enough to fend off anyone who would take the van, and even though she's equally as miffed by RJ's assumption she's a bit annoyed by you defending her

the ride home is incredibly tense and neither of you say much until you're pulling into your yard and you say, "for the record, i highly doubt he'll be fending anyone off either." it's funny and it almost makes her laugh until she remembers she decided she didn't like you and she has to get serious again, and tells you not to talk about her boyfriend that way, and you don't say anything for the rest of the time you're helping her

she sits in the truck watching you from the wing mirror as you roll the spare out from your shed and then hoist it into the truck bed, looking sweaty and muscles tensing with effort. even though you're kind of annoying, you're tanned and you're fit, and it's something she can't help but notice whenever she goes to your farm in search of her father, who sometimes comes over to buy corn for his cattle

you both naturally start to grow into something resembling a friendship. you'll shoot the shit when you're not working, leaning on the handle of a shovel half in the ground, and lorraine will walk over and just kind of talk to you for a while. she doesn't even really realise the annoyance has melted away until it smacks her in the face that she was really wrong about you

your first date isn't actually a date until it's over. lorraine is at a lake day with her friends when one shows up with you in tow. she didn't even realise you had friends, but you're there with them and you look damn good in your swim suit, and you actually start talking a little bit about leaving the big city for your grandfather

you're all having fun, swimming around and talking, and she sees you're pretty funny when you want to be. it's kind of jarring to see just how wrong she was about you, and you both end up dancing around to your friend playing guitar and singing along

you end up being her ride home, and though there's still an underlying tension in the air, this time your truck is full of laughter and you're both actually talking. about halfway through, you accidentally let it slip that you asked your friend if lorraine was going to be there, and though the tips of your ears are red and you're apologising, lorraine can't help but reach right over and kiss you, and suddenly everything feels right in the world

cairo sweet

you meet her on the first day of creative writing, as the new student at your school, and mr. miller's seating chart places you directly next to her. she stares at you a bit, as if unimpressed by your existence, and you stare right back at her, equally as unimpressed

though you're new, you quickly skyrocket to incredible academic success, and cairo is enraged to find that with the transfer of credits, you're now really the valedictorian, sweeping it from underneath her feet at the very end of her senior year

with that, she absolutely despises you and everything you stand for

you have to trade papers for peer grading and while you calmly grade it at first, when you see that yours is covered in marks and cairo is being absolutely brutal beyond belief, nitpicking every little punctuation mark and symbol she can, you get a bit annoyed and start doing the exact same thing to her

it's a giant game of one-upping the other, and you guys repeatedly mess with each other like a chess match of fucking each other over. neither of you will admit you find the other annoyingly magnetic and captivating, you instead resort to messing with each other's standings

you both are duking it out over each little test grade, as cairo desperately tries to regain her spot at number one and you attempt to fend her off and keep your place. she'll brag about her perfect score on the calculus exam, and then you'll clap back with your extra credit. you absolutely dominate her in maths and sciences but she has you beat in creative writing and histories

winnie is greatly amused by the whole ordeal, and keeps insisting to cairo that you both should get it over with and fuck already but she scoffs and claims to resent the implication. doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it, though

her involvement with mr. miller is something she's only doing to maintain her spot as mr. miller's favourite student. cairo has the writing skill to back it up and is incredibly gifted with the pen, but you ooze a certain charisma that makes the teachers around you all giant fans, and she would be lying if she didn't say she was worried you would pull mr. miller's recommendation letter with it, and steal it right out from under her. it's entirely possible for a teacher to write more than one recommendation letter, she just wants the satisfaction of being the first one to get it

when you're partnered up on a group writing project that needs to be done in pairs, cairo sees it as the perfect opportunity to gather intel on you. another thing she hates is how mysterious you are, and how not many people actually know that much about you, other than how pleasant you are

she insists it has to happen at your house, and though you try to argue, she insists it has to be the case. it surprises her, when she puts your address into her phone and she sees it's a small one bedroom apartment in a bad part of town, without air conditioning and with terrible plumbing, and that your father works three jobs to support you

she doesn't know what she expected, but that's definitely not it, with your ability to dress and intelligence. suddenly her arch nemesis gains a third dimension, and she understands just how hard you work

though you're guarded at first, you both actually slowly discover that you don't exactly mind the other that much. you still want to keep your spot and she desperately wants it for her own, but you say something silly and it makes her laugh- really laugh- for what feels like the first time in a long time

you work together on the project more and more, and suddenly she's enjoying your company and wanting you around. she's definitely a little bit disgusted by that at first, but it's something she can't deny

she asks you on your first date to a poetry reading on a saturday, and you're a bit confused since the group project is already over, but you decide to go anyways and you have a great time. you say something profound after one of the poems, and cairo's eyes just drop to your lips in a weird amazement

she's dragging you to the bathroom immediately before the next poem can even start, and i don't think i have to say what happens next, but it's messy and there's lipstick everywhere

your father snorts when you get home that night, and there's dark red lipstick smudged all over your lips and a bit down your neck, and you roll your eyes at him with a smile

[allfearstofallto]

I swear to God Childe has so much potential as a yandere, I have this feeling that his soul “died” when he fall into the abyss, after that major event he is a completely different person and his parents knows it they saw it in his eyes, soulless, thirsty for blood and violence.

Imagine him in utter shock when his kids get scared of him, not realizing his love is twisted and sick in the head after they saw how he treats their mother by trying to mimic what he thinks is “love”, how she gets anxious whenever she’s around him,they can hear her cry every night from their bedroom despite her trying her best to be the mother they deserve knowing the circumstances that led to their births, Generally children can feel when something is happening in their household but cannot fully understand it due to their age (lol speaking from experience).

He thought he’d have a picture perfect family with his darling, but why now are they seeing him as if he some type of a monster? That will for sure would make him insecure and it brings up the abyss memories. He claims he loves them and their mother so much but why does he hurt their mama?.

Friend, this is literally a full fledged fic already! And it's incredible!! I've been thinking on this idea for a bit already cause I already had an ask similar to it, so I'll add onto your fic just a little bit!!

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Yandere themes, reader has children

Growing up in a large family with so many siblings to love and care for, laughter was a sound that he often heard. It was his favorite sound, other than the distinct noise that blood made when it dripped into freshly packed snow. Snezhnaya is cold, but laughter coming straight from your belly is so so warm.

He loves coming home to the sound of laughter. Childish giggles and your rich chuckles. He'd sit his bow down to the side and close the front door to the manor, a noise that was rather loud. He'd be smiling ear to ear, wanting to join in on all the fun, only to realize that the house was now quiet.

Childe went to the living room, where you sat with his two sons. Your two sons. His little bundles of joy that he was eternally grateful to have. The younger one rested on your lap, the other on the carpeted floor at your feet, with a myriad of toys splayed in front of him.

Why did you always make that face at him, he wondered. Big doe eyes, like deer in headlights, you always looked so stiff and scared around him. Maybe that's why in turn, the kids made that same face, maybe that's why the laughter always stopped when he entered the room. The kids would huddle in closer to you and farther away from him.

"It's nice to see you all together when I come home," he'd say, with that smile still on his face, but you could see the edges of his lips twitching. He was forcing this smile and you forced one back, gently tapping your son with your foot to tell him to do the same. He hesitated for a moment, then beamed up at him with a grin, missing his two front teeth.

"We missed you, papa!" He yelled, just as you told him to. Just the way Childe wanted. Your younger son continued to bury his face in your lap, trying to look any where but his father.

Childe didn't seem bothered by this and leaned down to tousle the boy's orange hair, making him flinch in your hold, "I always loved that they got my hair color," he said while looking at you, eyes so dead and empty, you thought you were looking into a void, "I never realized how well my hair and your eyes went together until I saw them."

"Is that so, my love?" You spoke warmly while gently trying to nudge your son from your lap, "We could talk more about it now. I was just going to send the boys to their rooms."

His expression finally changed. The facade finally fell. His smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. You could tell that he was trying to hold the expression back, trying not to scare the children, but they'd already notice his change in demeanor. His shift in attitude making the air feel thick and tight, constricting your chest.

"Why would we do that? We can just talk together, as a family,"

[twistpixel]

He still gets to save everyone but his kids start to remember, and they remember retroactively too. Bruce’s world falling apart because he still saves everyone but the scars are showing now :)

Time loop but the.. looper? Loopee? The loopee doesn't actually learn their lesson, they just learn what the time loop wants before they actually have a change of heart. A different kind of prison but at least it's not the same day over an over.

As in. An abusive parent still being an asshole but being stuck acting like a supportive caregiver and providing a loving home life for their child because as soon as they fuck up they have to start all over again. At some point it gets tiresome to count how many different ways you have to irreparably traumatize your kid. They do all the typical "learn to love the small things" treasuring their kids drawings and making time in their busy schedules for family bonding time and learning everything about inane tv shows and videogames and they hate all of it but they managed to get five years now, they don't want to break the streak.

A CEO giving his employees livable wages and full workers rights and making sure his corporation follows ethical practices. He'd love to be a parasitic leech like all his other peers but the universe decided that signing off on massive lay-offs on the 1st of May was too much of a dick move and if he has to make a sugary cliched speech in front of the press to explain his sudden change of heart again he will throw up.

I just think it would be funny

[hazbinwhoree]

May I request a scenario where Adam and reader are in a marriage and domestic life, like how he is with reader being pregnant, gave birth, and what he is like as a parent?

Is the request OK? This the first time I make a request so please correct me if I made a mistake here.

Domestic Life

A/N: It was easiest to do this in headcanon format.

Adam is far from the perfect husband

But he’s trying, he really is

He has a breeding kink, so it’s not long into your marriage before you got pregnant

When you tell him, he thinks you’re joking

“HAH! Good one, babe.”

You literally have to convince him

Once he believes you, he’s incredibly nervous

Yeah he had a breeding kink but he never really planned on kids

Eventually he comes around

Is actually really doting during your pregnancy

The way he looks at it, you’re sacrificing your body for nine months to bring his spawn into the world so of course he was going to dote on you

You’re incredibly nervous about your due date, knowing child birth was the worst pain a woman could naturally experience, but Adam didn’t really understand your fear

“Think of it like you’re taking a shit but it’s from your vagina.”

Thanks Adam, very helpful

Always comes up behind you later in the pregnancy and locks his hands under your stomach, lifting slightly, taking the weight off your back

The first time he did it you teared up in relief

Adam made a point to do it a lot more after that

When it comes time to deliver the baby, Adam is shocked at the process

There’s so much blood and screaming and Adam is almost one of those dads who pass out

Feels like a dick for not taking your fear seriously

Holds your hand the whole time and stays up near your head

He gets sick if he looks at what’s going on between your legs

Tries to be comforting and encouraging but he’s so bad at it

Eventually shuts up and just lets you squeeze the life out of his hand

He brushed your hair back and off of your sweaty forehead with his free hand

There are complications with your delivery, you lost a lot of blood

You start losing color and becoming sluggish and Adam yells at the doctors

They try to escort him out but he straight up refuses

Adam is terrified not only of losing you, but of being a single parent

He knew without you he would fuck your child up

Luckily for everyone, you pulled through

Adam is more concerned about you than he is his child

Doesn’t leave your side even to cut the umbilical cord

Leaves that to the doctors

But once you’re lucid again you’re asking about your baby and Adam doesn’t have any answers because he was too concerned with you

He doesn’t even know the gender

The doctors bring you your baby and when Adam sees him, your son, in your arms, he falls in love with him too

That doesn’t help the looming thought that he’d be a terrible father though

As soon as he finds out it’s a son, he wants to name him Adam

You allow it

Adam wants to be an active father, he does, but he really is bad at it

If you want him to take any night shifts, you have to wake him up because the baby’s crying won’t

He makes pervy comments when you breastfeed

“Me next?”

Adam is very happy and proud that he has a son

You catch him baby talking sometimes but he’ll always deny it

He doesn’t have too much trouble bonding with your son

He learns to love him as much as he loves you

Almost cries at your son’s first steps

Also denies this

Your son’s first word is “fuck”

You really try to get Adam to clean up his language after that but Adam thinks it’s hilarious

Your baby’s second word is “bitch”

He may not be the best father but he is a loving one

[dark-konohagakure2]

i’m so glad you’re back! your blog is like the only imagines blog i like 💖 could you write overprotective dad hashirama with his daughter? he barely lets her out of the house or do things by herself because she’s too precious to him, plus he always tells her she’s not capable of doing anything by herself so she needs him to control her and tell her what to do

tw: incest, parent/child, daughter complex, possessiveness, infantilization, isolation, grooming, mild misogyny, age difference, blowjobs

All characters depicted are 18+

Ever since his daughter was born, Hashirama understood his new purpose in life, not just to protect his village, but to keep his child safe from the world at all costs, Hashirama was obsessed with her from the moment she was born.

Right from the very beginning he's overprotective, only allowing himself and Mito to be around their daughter, and even then Hashirama still hogs her from her mother, sometimes even neglecting his work to spend time with his precious little princess.

At first Hashirama's intentions are purely innocent, at least as innocent as a possessive obsession with his own flesh and blood can be, but when she reaches adulthood, his feelings begin to change. There has always been an underlying desire for her in everything that he did, but now that she's a woman, those twisted desires are brought to the forefront.

By this time Hashirama will keep her inside nearly at all times, making sure she sticks to more proper, womanly duties, it's more appropriate for a girl like her to stay inside with her daddy all day, not going outside like some sort of rebellious tomboy.

"Dear, you know you can't go outside, it's far too dangerous. Why don't you try cooking something instead? That's a good, girl hobby."

He also has a tendency to treat her like a child despite her age, going almost every little thing for her, like cutting her food and tucking her in. If she calls him out on this incredibly strange behavior, he'll simply smile and tell her that he loves caring for his little girl.

He's always had thoughts about using her for his own pleasure, but Hashirama never even thought about acting on it until she reached maturity. He would spend many nights fisting his cock to thoughts of his own daughter, all while in bed right next to his sleeping wife.

When he can finally no longer control his dark urges, he'll convince his daughter to give him a blowjob. He can easily talk her into it, he's made himself the center of her entire universe since the day she as born, so convincing his good girl to give him head is very easy.

Hashirama praises her excessively throughout the entire act, holding her head gently and stoking her hair as he slowly thrusts into her mouth, taking care to make sure she doesn't gag or experience too much discomfort while he uses her for his own pleasure.

"A-Ah~ G-Good girl... You're making daddy feel so good, baby girl~ Daddy loves you very, very much..."

Hashirama loves his daughter more than anything, so that's exactly why he keeps her all to himself. She shouldn't worry herself with being a shinobi or an independent woman, she's better off being Daddy's girlfriend instead.

[keepthedelta]

What will it take to get the thesis 👀👀

literally nothing, i will talk about brocedes on the internet for free any day of the week.

okay so, one of the things i find fascinating about it is that it's only that clue "i love to drive but i don't really like the attention and media that comes with the job" that lewis seems to focus on. because nico was a monaco princess and has never done any kind of manual labour in his life let alone national service. look at the video of him trying to chop down a tree for an environmental project with his extreme e team if you don't believe me. but lewis ignores that (maybe because the woman says that he'll get it after the next clue). kimi is the obvious choice for a driver who hates media, but lewis was never especially close with kimi, but he was close with nico. and nico did hate the media and the attention that came with formula 1.

something that he and numerous other people around him have said consistently throughout his career is that he's shy. one journalist specifically said that it was a finnish kind of shyness, where he was hesitant to share parts of himself with the world. although i think will buxton's "contenders" article is ridiculous, there are some important things in it. buxton says that nico tried to take control of the questioning during press conferences etc. and if you follow his career, you see that where nico has shared himself with the press and with the world it is very much on his terms. he wanted to be able to be the one to define himself and his image, and it actually backfired spectacularly several times because a lot of journalists in motorsport (will buxton for example) really resented it and became more negative in response.

a lot of people look at the media from nico's career and think that he was very boring or uptight or had no personality. and the truth is that he's actually incredibly fascinating but it never came across because he disliked the media aspects of the job so much (in fairness the media also hated him for just doing his job, and he literally once got told to smile more during an interview because they disliked his demeanour).

even when you look at things like his youtube channel, it was very much the first thing he tried after leaving f1, and since exploring more and finding other projects to be passionate about he's significantly decreased his usage (to an upsetting level to those of us who loved it). when he comes to commentate races it's because he loves racing. like i truly do not believe you can listen to nico talk about max verstappen's driving as art and not think that he's there because he loves the sport and even if he's not racing anymore the love is still there.

another factor for me is that nico's been surrounded by the media and fan attention since he was a child because of his father and his surname. there are photos of literal toddler nico in the williams garage with his parents. the first time he ever met jenson button and jenson nearly threw hands with a 12 year old is immortalised in photos. nico signed his first autograph at nine, because a fan of his dad's said "just in case". the media and the attention has been an intrusion on his life for literally his entire life. you can see from the way he's very careful about what he posts of his children that he wants to give them privacy and respect in their childhood. i do think the media intrusion etc. is significantly worse now than it was when nico was growing up, but i do think that nico's own childhood experiences have influenced the way he parents his children.

and coming back to lewis, the truth about lewis and nico is that they really were best friends. for a while they were pretty much each other's only friend. nico does know lewis better than most people in the world and lewis knows nico better than almost anyone in the world. that just comes with growing up with someone and being there for the life moments that come to define them. so lewis knows that nico is a bit shy, and he knows that nico has never liked media attention. and even though kimi is the absolute obvious choice for disliking media, the first person lewis thinks of for that is nico. because lewis can never forget nico

[a-simple-imagine]

Nothing But Cowards

Requested by anonymous: “I was wondering if you could just write about, having a fight and then make up, fluff and angst? If not that’s totally fine”

“I'd like to request a Jordan Li x fem reader where they're dating in secret from the friend group because of everything going down but one morning they oversleep and one of their friends find them curled up in bed together and it's followed by giggles and fluff?”

Pairing: Jordan Li x fem!reader

words: 3.7k+

WARNINGS - mentions of weird hospitals and tortured kids, strong language

GodU had always been your parents' dream. they held such high and heavy hopes for you. their perfect little superhero. a future member of the seven. when you were younger, you hated the idea. you felt... exploited. they forced this life onto you. gave you compound V and for what? so you could become some clog in a corporate machine? help sell merchandise for Vought? but as you got older and realised that you were kinda stuck with your powers, you felt more obligated to follow through with their dream. to actually be a hero. so you applied for Godolkin University. got in. and became a crime-fighting major. that is how you met Jordan Li. They were much stronger than you would ever be. both physically and mentally. the ability to shift between two forms gave them two separate skill sets all wrapped up in one identity. and they were so confident in their identity. not always a boy. not always a girl. just so confidently themselves. and you admired them so much. They were truly the strongest person you knew or at least you thought so.

it was a weird moment shrouded in the darkness of night. you were shaking a little from rage or the cold, you couldn't quite tell. everything was so incredibly fucked. Marie's roommate had gone missing because of some stupid plan of Andre's imagining. you just found out that there was some weird hospital under the school that was experimenting on people; including Sam, Luke's brother who was apparently still alive and in fact did not commit suicide. not to mention Luke was still gone. he used to give some great advice. used to kick your ass in sparring sessions but would occasionally let you win just to keep you on your toes. he was your friend. and you missed him a lot. you could never understand what happened; or why it happened. All these mysteries were piling up like old comic books. so many chapters to one confusing story that if you missed a single issue it became almost impossible to follow. this was impossible to follow. everyone was arguing. people were taking sides. Marie wanted to find Emma, who had infiltrated the woods, to help Andre who was trying to save the kids trapped down there. Jordan was more pissed about rankings than tortured kids. Cate wanted everyone to just back up and not do anything reckless. you wanted to yell at them. you knew rankings were important to Jordan. they wanted to be the best. at least Cate was worried about not dying. your parents' words hang heavy on your shoulders. this was your chance to do some good. to live up to their dreams without becoming just another vought puppet.

"don't you want to be a hero?" your voice is loud. louder than expected. the question was mainly aimed at Jordan. the person who went toe to toe with Golden Boy just to protect Marie; someone they hardly even knew at that point. that was after the club. you wish you could say you don't think about that night. everyone else seemed to just move on but it haunts your dreams. it's a cloudy memory of white powder and thick red liquid. "we almost killed someone."

there is a brief flash of something. Regret, maybe? before the expression turns dark and defensive. "we didn't do shit." and that was partly the problem. you didn't hold the weapon but you still ran. you left a woman to bleed out because you were too high. even sober, you wouldn't have been able to do much but you could have done something. anything. Nobody likes to talk about that day. the same way nobody talks about what went down with Luke. or how, if they had their way, nobody would talk about this weird hospital. If Cate and Jordan got their way, you'd just go back to school where all that mattered was who held that number one spot. currently andre. not Jordan.

"Exactly which is worse, if it wasn't for Marie we would have all been royally fucked." you articulate. irritation bubbling deep in your chest. "we can do some good here- we can help people."

"you're just gonna get yourself killed"

"at least I'm not running away again," you say. Jordan can make all the scooby doo references she wants but you wouldn't entertain the thought of leaving this down to Marie once again. "you wanna know why Andre is number one instead of you?"

"politics."

"because he is the only one person here who is trying to do something." You growl. "you're just a selfish asshole." if all they cared about was their ranking then you had to explain it in terms they'd understand. Their jaw tenses.

"Okay so what does that make you?" they spit. a particular venom dripping from their tone. "I've helped people- actually saved people. can you say the same?" they ask. "you're basically scared of your own shadow."

"Jordan don't."

"no," they interrupt Cate before she can continue. "I may be selfish for not wanting to go on some stupid suicide mission but when you realise what's really at stake here, don't come crying to me." Jordan's words hang heavy in the air, how do you even reply to that? your mouth opens but nothing comes out so you just walk away. Leaving your friends to continue arguing. 

a bitter flavour lingers in your mouth. a painful feeling concealed deep inside your chest. you can't control how others perceive you but is that really how Jordan sees you? some coward who ran to them whenever things got tough? maybe they were right. you were no hero. you may have superpowers. you may spend hours studying techniques and training in the gym but that's just school. it didn't mean anything. You had never saved the day. you had never actually done anything. you haven't spoken to Jordan. Not since that night. they had texted a few times but you haven't even opened them. you don't want anything to do with them right now but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss them. you missed them a lot. nobody knew about your situation with Jordan. you had both decided to keep it on the down low while you figured stuff out. and with everything going on, it had just never been the right time.

a knock at the door. you don't bother getting out of the bed you had been rotting in for hours; staring up at the ceiling as the sun went down and darkness enveloped the room. another knock. you bury yourself deeper in your duvet but the knocking doesn't stop. it just gets louder. a loud groan as you roll out of bed. your roommate was always forgetting their key but when the door opens, your stomach sinks. it wasn't your roommate. you instantly close the door.

"Seriously,"

"fuck off," you yell back. they knock again. yanking open the door, you spy Jordan Li once again. femme. sweaty. gym gear. duffel bag hanging off their shoulder. "fuck off," you push on the door again but they slap their hand against it.

"Just give me a chance," they probably just wanted to yell at you some more and you weren't in the mood. you shove harder. "I could stand here all night." your brow creases. Jordan probably would too. they're very persistent. with a heavy sigh, you relinquish pressure on the door and it swings open as they let themselves in.

"what do you want?" your eyes follow her as she drops the gym bag down and begins wandering around your room. they had been here before. They knew what it looked like. their hand slides over the wood of your desk. they pick up the open book, presumably glancing over the content before dropping it back down. "Jordan."

"hm," they look at you almost perplexed. like they had been lost in their own little world.

"what do you want?" you request more firmly. they just stared back like it was a crazy thing to be asking. they drop back to lean against your desk. you're waiting for them to say something. anything. but their gaze just falls to the floor. you sigh softly, still loitering by the door. you would leave if this wasn't your room. "why are you here, Jordan?"

"I wanted to see you," their shoulders rise and fall. "everything is so fucked up. a hospital under the school like what the fuck?"

a secret hospital under the school was very messed up. you can't even imagine the things they get up to down there. also, Luke's brother was down there. that's why Emma went down in the first place before she disappeared. "yeah," you nod a little. "I guess."

"And Luke's brother being alive this whole time?" you wonder where this is going. you knew all this. you were there when everyone was arguing. your brow furrows a little.

"Can you get to the point?"

"well it's a little fucked isn't it?"

"You're being weird," you state. monitoring them carefully. they still wouldn't look at you but they did push up from the desk and towards the mini fridge.

"you got anything to drink?" they question, pulling it open.

"Jordan. leave."

"What?" they ask, still looking in your mostly empty little fridge.

"I said leave," you declare firmly. "I would like you to leave."

"why?"

"you know why." they sighed loudly, thrusting the fridge closed with a loud slap. "you don't get to just pretend nothing happened."

"I don't know why you're angry, you're the one who called me selfish." Jordan insists. "Said Andre was better than me."

"You are selfish. All you care about is your stupid ranking."

"It's not stupid," Jordan fires back. "It is important if I wanna get somewhere,"

"Who fucking cares," you groan "Like I get it, you wanna be a hero but this is way bigger than all that."

"And what are you gonna do exactly?" there's a bite behind her words. She's getting defensive. "Whats your plan to save the day Superman?"

"I don't..." you snap before trailing off to a much quieter tone. "know exactly,”

"It's a death wish,"

"We have to do something.”

“no, we don’t.” Jordan replies. “we don’t have to do anything. This is way above our pay grade.”

“of course, you’d say that,” you groan loudly. “can you leave now.”

"I-" They seem like they're about to bite back but they stop short. a tense jaw. they let it go. "I miss you, okay."

"I don't care," you did care. "leave." you yank open the door. For a beat, they seem taken aback but it rapidly fades. "now."

"just hear me out."

"no Jordan," you huff. "just go. I'm not arguing with you anymore."

they watch you for a second. "I don't want to argue" they clarify. "please?” there’s an unusual desperation in their voice. one you’ve never heard before. it builds a degree of sympathy amongst your anger. you let the door fall closed with a click.

“fine," you cross your arms over your chest "What do you want?"

"you were right," she declares softly. the statement alone takes you by surprise. Jordan? admitting she was wrong? you'd comically gasp if you weren't annoyed with them.

"I don't understand."

"I said you were right."

"No, I heard you," you explain. "look, Jordan-"

"I'm sorry, okay?" they reply sharply "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"why are you making this so difficult?" Jordan asks. "I've apologised so can we just watch a movie or something?" you raise a curious brow. Surely they weren't naive enough to believe you would simply forgive them just like that? There was more to this story that they were avoiding.

"you can't be fucking serious," a humourless laugh. "you don't even really mean it."

"I do though."

"no you don't," you sigh. walking towards them. "look at me and apologise- apologise properly."

"Ugh, I already apologised," they groan loudly, pairing it with a roll of their eyes. It just annoys you even more. "why can't you just forgive me?"

"Because you don't even know why you're apologising," you stress. "it's half-baked. you don't mean it. and I'm tired so-”

"I'm fucking scared" they blurt out. "I'm scared."

A look of surprise; shock. Their very loud confession caught you off guard. Jordan Li wasn't scared of anything. They’d made that bold claim a great many times. "of what?"

"of losing you," they yell back; their hands come up to run slowly over their face. Their hair becomes shorter. They physically grow taller. Shielded by his fingertips, it's pretty apparent that he shouldn't have said that or at least hadn't meant to. You don't know what to say; your head tilts slightly to one side. how do you respond to that? it still wasn't technically an apology. "for fuck sake."

"of losing me?" you recite slowly. "why would you lose me?"

"Because you're an idiot," they urge. "who wants to help people."

"dude."

"Sorry but like it's true. you're a fucking idiot," they repeat. "and I admire that."

"I'm... confused," you mumble softly.

"I admire how much you wanna help people despite knowing it’s stupid and you're probably gonna die" You can't tell if Jordan is just oblivious to what he was saying but it was far from getting him back in your good graces. "I wish I could be like that. naive enough to think I can make a difference."

"I feel like you're just insulting me," you comment.

they shrug a little. "I know this is still kinda new, the whole me and you thing but…” you can tell this is hard for them. expressing their feelings was not their strong suit. Their head hangs low. “it doesn’t matter,” they walk towards you but instead veer off towards their bag. you reach out for them; taking their hand. they were running hot, a sweaty hand.

“you can tell me,” you express, a gentle squeeze. “we’ve been friends for ages…”

“you’re just gonna call me selfish again.” their voice a whisper but they make no effort to pull away. You step closer.

“then you’ve got nothing to lose, right?” it’s a joke. a harmless one but they don’t laugh or even acknowledge it.

“I… I just don’t want you dying before we get a chance to really explore whatever this,” they use their free hand to motion between you. “is. so yeah, I lashed out because I like you or whatever and want you alive. sorry.” you watch them for a moment. their inability to meet your gaze. the light dusting of pink that graced their cheeks. it was really sweet if not a little unexpected. Jordan was so cool most of the time. it was a rarity to see them express such emotions. it makes you smile. you just laugh a little in amusement.

"Jordan," you say warmly. "you're not gonna lose me," you step even closer, reaching for their other hand; running your thumb over their knuckles. "I understand what you're saying but I don't think it's reason enough not to help,"

"I know," the express softly, finally meeting your gaze. there is something unspoken behind those eyes but you choose not to push. “I wish it was.”

you keep your eyes on there’s taking in this tender moment. a moment of vulnerability. a moment of connection. you relish in the way their hands fit so comfortably in yours. you really liked Jordan. liked their attitude. admired their strength. wished for their sense of loyalty. you were so smitten. so lucky to be their chosen person. a smile settles before you slowly lean in. It catches them off guard but they soon settle into it. “I’m scared too,” whispered against their lips. "but I think the bravest thing we can do is try anyway.“ his eyes flutter closed, letting his forehead fall against yours.

"I didn't mean it when I called you a coward," Jordan whispers, his eyes open. Lingering on yours. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

"I am a coward," you express. "I've always wanted to be a hero. it's all my parents want. but I'm scared. terrified. I never could have fought Luke like you did. but I wanna try now. I want you to try too," you ghost their lips. It's subtle; intimate. "if you really wanna protect me, Jordan, you'd help because I'm doing this with or without you."

"do I have to decide right now?" they ask quietly. You're almost disappointed by their reply but you can't really blame them. This wasn't another student hero gone rogue. This was a whole institution willing to do anything to keep its secrets. "do you forgive me?"

"do you forgive me?"

"I was never mad at you,"

"I was mad at you." you declare.

"I know," they nod. "you weren't exactly subtle about it." their expression becomes playful and bright; a strong contrast from the conversation you were just having. You can't help but smile as you pull back.

"do you wanna stay over tonight?" there's a shift in the air. all that tension fading away. you're not mad. you're not thrilled either. but you liked Jordan. a lot. and you could understand their desire to protect you. In a way, it was very sweet. You didn't realise how much they liked you. "we could watch that movie? or Property Brothers? whatever you want."

"Whatever I want, huh?" their hands vacate yours and instead move to your hips. Pulling you close. ever so close. pressing their body ever so slightly into yours "Anything at all?" masc! Jordan was taller than their male counterpart but far less intimidating. firmer. gentler. it’s a rather present contrast.

"you're such a perv,"

"you don't even know what I was gonna say," they insist.

"Anyone with half a brain could figure it out," you tease. their hands slip around to the small of your back pulling you flush against them. playing into your words. "but what Jordan wants. Jordan gets." whispered in their ear, you place a gentle kiss upon their cheek. "right?"

you can feel them practically shudder against you. A heavy sigh left their lips. "oh she wants to play tonight?" all signs of sincerity washed away by something darker. desire. you meet their eyes, lips quirk up into a smirk before they lean in once more. it’s ever so light but you’re quick to deepen the kiss; chasing that warmth that spills through your veins but they pull away instead. mischief laces their expression. their fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt. they pull back just enough to murmur, “I’m gonna make you beg for it,” their words hot against your ear. A shiver spills down your spine as you lean into them; wanting to be closer. As close as possible as they guide you back towards your bed.

it's safe to say you're smitten with the infamous Jordan Li. and when it comes down to it you're delighted when you're together. they bring out a more mischievous side of you. and you like to think you bring out a more vulnerable side of them. You shuffle further into their embrace. Basking in the feeling of their arms around you as you hide from the rising sun peeking through the blinds. A content hum as you drift in and out of consciousness. Still so early. You feel them lean more into you.

"what the fuck," a voice drags you to the land of the living. And as your tired eyes flutter open, your friends stare back. Both you and Jordan shoot up, instantly breaking any contact. Pulling the covers up to hide the fact you were both very naked. Marie stands at the end of your bed; wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth. Cate and Andre are just by the door. how the fuck did they even get in? "we should- sorry," you watch Marie scramble for the door shoving Andre out just as Cate yanks him.

you both fall back down in unison. If anyone had seen it would almost seem planned. After a moment, you roll back into them. giggling into the crook of their neck. after a moment you nip the skin. "guess we're not a secret anymore," muttered against their skin.

"This isn't funny."

"it kinda is," you shrug "Quite the shock for those three." A giggle before you sink your teeth into her neck earning yourself a satisfied sigh but they're quick to push you away. A stern look on their face

"you agreed it was best we didn't tell everyone until all this craziness was over."

"yeah but don't you feel just a little relieved," you ask. You can practically see the gears turning in their head. It's... Cute. You move so that you're now straddling them, hands drifting delicately over their chest. Their skin is so warm; and soft. Their short bob is a mess against your pillow. they looked so peaceful. so beautiful. A strip of yellow sunlight reflected off their chain. "I'm glad everyone knows now. plus," you smile mischievously. "now I can kiss you whenever I want. " You lean down slowly and place your lips against hers. "and that's all I want," mumbled against their lip.

"I guess it is one less thing to worry about," they muse, bringing their hands up to rest against your hips. her fingers apply just a little bit of pressure. you peck their lips once more before pulling away. a gentle tap on their nose, their face scrunches up.

"you shift in your sleep sometimes did you know that?"

"What?"

"you were definitely a guy when we fell asleep and then suddenly I'm snuggling up to a girl? is it like a conscious choice or?" they hesitate for a moment before playfully shoving you off them.

"shut up,"

"ow!!" you groan dramatically, falling down against the bed. "ow. that hurt so much. I'm in so much pain. how could you be so mean," you groan loudly, shuffling about a little for dramatic effect.

"you’re so dramatic,” Jordan rolls their eyes but a mischievous grin spreads over their lips. “now get up we’re gonna be late.”

“for what?”

“class.” they sit up. a hand coming to settle on your stomach. you don’t move. and neither do they. and in those few seconds, everything feels at peace. “you really are beautiful,” they eventually say before finally getting out of bed.

[darry-queen]

How much Darry and Soda would make modern day and if it would be enough to pay for at least the three of them: (note this may not be incredibly accurate and while yes I did do research while calculating this shit it wasn't super in depth! feel free to correct me on any and all mistakes you notice and feel free to also give your own opinions!! Much love!)

Starting with Darry's:

Before I get into number this is all assuming that Darry works exclusively the hours allotted to him while missing no work, he'd have a 5 day work week at 40 hours which is standard practice in the United States, except for his part time job which he'd be working 25/h a week (i talk about this more later just continue reading) also I'm not giving them any kind of insurance. Sorry! Lol!

Starting salary of a roofer in Oklahoma is $14/h with the average being around $15/h. Assuming this Darry will be getting around 30k a year. I'm going to be generous and say he works for a good company and has a strong union so I'll give him a end of year bonus as well ($200-$800)

His weekly pay would be around $550-$600

This would be taxed though! Using a taxing calculator (bc I'm not doing all that math babeee) He'd be payed around $500 a week.

Darry also canonically has a second job! Though it is never really talked about, not even mentioned whether it's part or full time. I'm just going to assume, generally, that it is probably a part time job that pays minimum wage. (I'm aware that there are many popular hc's as to what this job is I'm ignoring those lol) now I don't live in Oklahoma but I do have personal experience with working part time and it fucking sucks. They have you working only slightly less then a full time employee so they do not have to give you full benefits. It is an incredibly fucked up and exploitative practice.

Something to note is that Oklahoma allows part time employees to be payed half minimum wage the first 90 days of employment when under the age of 20. I do not think I will include this in the calculation because even though Darry would be 19 at the time of his parents death I think he would be 20 not long after and I do not care enough to look into this law to include it in my calculations! Just wanted to mention it because?? What the fuck Oklahoma?

Anyway, part time would have Darry working 25 hours a week for $7.25/h which would be around $180/week. After taxes he'd make $160/week getting him to $660 a week.

Finally, what everyone was waiting for.... doordash fucking driving baby. Considering he lives in a populated area I am going to be generous and say he manages to get around $20/h from doordash driving. Assuming he does this on the days he doesn't work part time (so the other 15 hours) he'd make a whopping 16k extra a year OMG!!

As for any money he'd earn from the state for guardianship of Pony and Soda: Idk! It's kind of confusing trying to figure out Oklahoma giving shit out for this because fostering and guardianship are two dif things and I'm almost certain Darry would have Guardianship over his siblings, not fostering them. So I'm just not including it: he may have received a check upon first becoming their guardian but since that is a one time thing I'm not going to include it in my final calculations (i know this is kinda contradictory for giving Darry a bonus for his roofing work but IDC IDC IDC IDC I AM NOT PUTTING THAT MUCH EFFORT INTO THIS (NOTE I FILLED OUT A MOCK W2 FORM TO GET A ROUGH ESTIMATE OF WHAT DARRY'S TAX RETURN WOULD BE BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CARE))

All of the above considered: Darry is making $960 a week. Wow!

Now for Sodapop!

Soda I'm just going to copy paste what Darry's theoretical part time job would be because it's almost time for me to go to bed and I couldn't find any special rules for 16< year olds, so he'd be working 25 hours for $7.25 which after taxes is again $160

In total him an Darry combined are making a good healthy $1120 a week on average. Probably more if you consider Darry going insane with doordash/overtime! Overall a good $4480 a month

GREAT NOW TIME FOR EXPENSES!!

Expenses Include:

Mortgage payments

power bill

water bill

natural gas

car payments (maybe)

car insurance (maybe)

fuel

food

phone payments

internet bill

probably more I can't remember off the top of my head

OKAY NOW explaining the maybe's rq

You can just, not pay for car insurance. It's illegal, but when you're poor it's not like you can really care about the legality of certain things. Sometimes, it's eating vs car insurance, y'know? Especially because Darry is only 20, that shit is going to be expensive. And the car was def under his dad's name previously so he also def doesn't have any history. I'mma be generous though and say that he does have CREDIT history, which following my own car insurance premiums: my man is going to be paying like, $400 a month. and trust me, I'm being generous here. This is also for liability only. crazy right? With that considered, if I can not get Darry's salary to work with the rest of his expenses I'm saying he's driving without insurance. Hope you understand.

Now for the car itself, it might be payed off already might not. Again it's almost time for me to go to bed so I"m not willing to double check the book to see if car payments are ever mentioned. If they are I'll come back and fix this another time but for now. I'm not including it.

As for the gas for this theoretical truck? I'm going to put it from $250-$300 a month based off of what Reddit car owners said on how often they have to get gas for their own trucks. Great!

OKAY NOW FOR THE REAL EXPENSES! The average cost of utilities in Oklahoma, Tulsa specifically, is $270 a month for electricity, like $130 a month for natural gas, and for water $100 a month. Now you're probably saying, "Paya, isn't that a little high?" to which I'd say, they have 4 (presumably more) other boys coming around almost everyday. SO I feel it's fine to rate that shit on the higher side of things.

Before I forget: the mortgage payments!

This one is kinda fucked! I have no idea when the Curtis parents bought the house in canon. If it was after, or before Darry was born, etc. Because of this you can kinda just make hc's for this. The reason I say this is because obviously the housing market now is VERY different from the one in the 40s-60s which is when they'd have had to buy the house in cannon. In fact, I'm not even entirely sure they own the house in canon I'm just assuming right now! Like, if you're making a modern au: feel free to say that they're renting! Like who really cares about it? I'll even calculate it here for you so you have a frame of reference: Assuming the house is at least 2 bedrooms 1 bathroom it's gonna be around 1.5k a month. If you want to say they're paying a mortgage though, I'm going to assume based off the little data I could find of average home cost in 2004 (I'm assuming the house was bought around the time of Darry's birth) we're looking at somewhere between 150k-250k. I'm going to low ball it though because I think Oklahoma housing prices are generally cheaper and I'm going to assume they'd go for something affordable over something large. So I'll say 175k! Average interest on a home loan in 2004 was around 6%, with a 20% downpayment Darry will be paying 1k a month for the mortgage. Not that bad!

Phone bill is p cheap around 100$ feel like you may be able to play around with this. Like maybe they're paying for Johnny? Who knows not me I want to go to bed!

Food is like so fucking expensive now tbh. I pay $300 a month on grocery shopping a month for my household. Assuming Darry is purchasing food for himself, his brothers, and a little extra for the gang I'm going to put his grocery bill at around $500 a month. I think I'm lowkey low balling it, but I think he'd be a good bargain shopper. Btw, don't ask if he qualifies for food stamps! Because he doesn't!

internet bill is significantly cheaper going to be around $50 a month, as for services like live streaming and other things, we're gonna say it's all pirated. no one is paying for that shit when you can get it online for free! (Personal hc: Steve is a fucking amazing pirate and can get you literally anything you ask for.)

Final cost of living for my boys, not including school supplies, school/extra curriculars/or clothing: $2400 - $3350

Ending conclusion: If Darry works 80+ hours a week and Soda helps out with his part-time job they have more then enough to pay for almost all living expenses. Tell me where I fucked up! Thanks. Btw according to the shittily done w2 I did for Darry he'd get almost 2k in tax returns; i most def fucked something up but I'mma accept it despite that.

[lucy90712]

hello 💌,

I was thinking about kenan and reader being apartment neighbors. They have an interaction when reader moves into the building. After some time they ride the elevator together and she has a heavy package that he offers to help her with. She accepts he's offer and they have chitchat until he finally gains the courage to ask her put.

:)

Getting my own apartment has been a goal of mine for the last year, my parents to were willing to let me stay at home until I was ready to move out but I wanted to try and move out as soon as possible to be independent. That is exactly what I've done I got myself a job in a new city and found an apartment of my own there. A lot of my friends and family have called me crazy for doing all this at once but I think it will be good for me to get out there and experience life and meet some new people. 

Seeing as I'm moving to a new city I don't have anyone to help me move in but I didn't have too much stuff so I put it all in my car and drove to my new apartment building. It took a few trips to get all the boxes up to my apartment but eventually I had the last few boxes which I had to put down when I reached my door so I could unlock it and just as I did so someone came out the door of the apartment next to mine. The noise made me jump but then I saw the guy that came out the apartment and all the air in my lungs disappeared. I've never seen such an attractive guy in my life part of that is probably to do with living in a small town but still he was so incredibly hot it made me nervous just being around him. 

"Hey I'm guessing you are just moving in I'm Kenan and as you can probably tell I live next door" Kenan said introducing himself 

"Nice to meet you Kenan I'm y/n forgive me if it's loud while I'm sorting things out I'll try and get things done as quick as I can" I said 

"Don't worry about it if you need any help feel free to knock on my door I'm just going out for a few minutes so I'll be back soon" he said 

"Thank you" I said 

With that he left and headed to the lift leaving me flustered as I fiddled with my keys and the lock on my door which seemed impossible to open in that moment. Eventually I made it inside and dragged the boxes in behind me but then I just flopped on the floor surrounded by all my belongings thinking about Kenan. I knew there would be more cute guys in a bigger city but I didn't think I'd meet one the minute I got to my new apartment.  Not only was Kenan cute but he was nice too he didn't have to stop and introduce himself and offer me help if I need it, not a single guy from my hometown would ever do that all of them live solely in their own world. 

Even though Kenan offered to help I didn't knock on his door even when I struggled putting some things together or reaching the top shelves of my kitchen cabinets. It's not that I was scared of inviting him into my apartment I was worried I'd seem like an idiot. If I knock in his door to help me build something and he does it in a few minutes I'll look like an idiot and I don't want Kenan to think I'm stupid not when he's the first nice and attractive guy I've met here. 

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I've been in my apartment for a whole month now which has gone by so fast it's almost crazy. It took a while for me to find a routine but now I have a schedule outside of just my work hours. Everyday when I leave for work I see Kenan sometimes we get the lift at the same time and other times when I get out the lift I see him coming down the stairs. Usually when we just come across each other in passing we smile at one another but say nothing but if we get in the lift together we will say a quick hi but that's it. I'd love to actually talk to him as he's definitely the most attractive guy I've met here or just in my life in general but I'm way too scared to embarrass myself. Not only that but someone like him must have a girlfriend and if he doesn't he's way out of my league anyway. 

Today is Saturday and usually I go out for a walk and get lunch by myself before getting some fresh ingredients to make myself a nice dinner but today I have other plans. When I moved in the place had some furniture like a sofa and some tables but it didn't have a bed frame which it was supposed to have but it didn't. So I've been sleeping with my mattress on the floor until I could get a bed frame which took forever but finally today it is being delivered. I had a call this morning to tell me when it would arrive so now I'm just waiting to get a call to buzz the delivery guys in. 

The call finally came at 4pm so I ran down the stairs as quick as possible only to be told that they wouldn't bring the boxes upstairs for me and nothing I said could convince them to do so. This left me with three heavy boxes to try and drag to my apartment by myself. I tried lifting all of them one by one but I couldn't even get them more than a few inches off the ground as they were so heavy. In that moment all I wanted to do was sit down on the floor and cry but that isn't going to get the boxes to my apartment so I got myself ready and started pushing one box towards the lift. It was hard work and took all of my strength to get it just halfway across the lobby which is where I stopped to have a break for a minute. 

"Are you ok there?" I heard a voice behind me ask and when I turned around I saw Kenan stood not far behind me 

"Yeah I'm fine" I replied trying not to make it obvious his out of breath I am 

"Not to be rude but it doesn't look like you're alright" Kenan said 

"You're right my apartment didn't come with the bed frame it was supposed to so I ordered one and they refused to take the boxes upstairs so here I am pushing them along the floor as I can't lift them" I admitted in defeat 

"God they must've been assholes please let me help you though you're going to hurt yourself if you aren't careful" he said 

"Are you sure?" I asked 

"Of course let me take this one then I'll came back and get the next two" he said

Somehow he lifted the box with ease right into the lift and then to my door like it was nothing. After I unlocked the door and he took the box into my bedroom he went back down for the next two leaving me to open the box in front of me. He was back before I knew it and instead of just leaving he sat down and helped me get everything out of the boxes and started to look through the instructions. I didn't expect him to be willing to help me get the boxes up here let alone stay and help me build it but I guess Kenan is even nicer than I first thought he was.

We worked together me reading the instructions and holding pieces in place as he put the screws in and attached all the pieces together. While we worked we talked to each other properly for the first time. Kenan told me he was 19 just like me and that he plays football at Juventus for a living which took me by surprise as I've never really been into football so I never know who plays for what team. Knowing that he's a footballer should've made me more nervous but the fact that he was so open with me made me feel more comfortable telling him about my life. He listened to every little thing I said when I told him about my life back home and why I moved. We didn't stop talking the entire time we built the bed frame and even when it was done we still sat there talking for a bit longer before grabbing my mattress and putting my room back together. 

After spending the last few hours with Kenan I didn't want him to leave so I wracked my brain for all the things I could do to get him to stay for a bit longer without seeming too weird. Then I thought about making dinner for us both as a thank you for him helping me. 

"Would you like to stay and I can make us some dinner as my way of thanking you for helping me with everything" I said 

"That would be lovely but you don't need to thank me I'm just glad I got here before you hurt yourself" he said 

"Well I'm going to thank you anyway" I said 

As I gathered things from my kitchen something in my brain remembered my dad telling me that footballers have strict diets to follow so I stopped what I was doing to ask Kenan if there was anything he wasn't allowed to have but he insisted that anything I made would be fine. Once I started chopping vegetables Kenan left his position on one of the barstools I have in my kitchen and grabbed one of my knives to help me with cutting everything. Instead of me cooking for him as a thank you it ended up with us cooking together which was actually really nice. While everything was cooking and we had cleaned everything up we had nothing to do other than keep talking and getting to know each other. 

Despite being a footballer Kenan was so down to earth and just normal. He didn't have an attitude or think he was more important than me just because he plays football which is how I've always thought footballers would be. All the boys from my hometown that played football were complete assholes and they didn't even play for well known clubs so I thought proper football players would be worse but Kenan has changed my perspective about that. I'm not someone who feels comfortable talking with people I don't know well but I feel so comfortable around Kenan and I feel like I can talk about myself without fearing he will make fun of me. 

Once dinner was ready we sat down to eat together which is the first time we've stopped talking in hours. Even after dinner Kenan didn't stop being a gentleman as he took my plate and washed up for me. After that it was the time for Kenan to leave as I didn't have any reason to keep him here any longer even if I didn't want him to leave. Neither of us knew what we were supposed to do as he stood by my front door and we just stared at each other. 

"Thanks again for helping me today this experience has been so much more enjoyable as I haven't had to do it alone" I said breaking the silence 

"I'm happy to help and it was nice to get to know you better seeing as we are neighbours" Kenan said 

"So umm sorry if this is too forward but I really like you and actually getting to talk to you today has only reaffirmed my feelings so would you like to go on a date at some point?" he asked 

"I'd love that" I replied 

With that we exchanged phone numbers and he promised to text me when he was free so we could plan a date. Who would've thought that some awful delivery men would land me a date with a guy like Kenan. 

[lovelyney]

─────DATING THEM !! SUMERU WOMEN─────

CHARACTERS: candace, collei, dehya, layla, nilou

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: none! ♡♡

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2023 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐄 !! 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐖

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Your girlfriend, guardian and bodyguard combined into one 😭 We all know she’s known for her mom-like attitude. . . Well, that applies to you too !!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: She isn’t necessarily protective or possessive over you, because she knows you’re well capable o handling yourself, dangerous situation or not. She just likes to keep an eye on whoever you’re chatting too make sure they don’t try anything.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: A lot of the kids in Aura Village see you two as their older siblings or their parents !! She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: She likes to tease that you two are the parents of Cyno, Alhaitham, and Dehya, LMAO. Cause you are, lowkey. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Doesn’t take too kindly to people abusing you, physically or verbally.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Her trust in you is unwavering, so she doesn’t get jealous very often if at all. However, she’ll always willing to step in if some desperate idiot won’t leave you alone.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: If she sees you getting shy because of her, she will use that to her advantage and tease you ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Calls you “honey/hon,” “darling,” “(my) love,” and “qamari.” (Which is “my moon” in arabic!)

❝Hm? Ah, welcome back, darling. . . You’re back from your commissions awfully early; I haven’t even finished lunch yet. . . Oh dear, what’s with the cloudy expression? Has something happened? Sit down, my love, you’ve exhausted yourself enough for the day. . . I’ll brew you some rose tea and you can tell me what you wish. Does that sound good?❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Always gives you a gentle yet stern lecture whenever you get yourself injured; she can’t find it in her to remain upset with you ‹/3

𖠵𝟏𝟎: One of the most loveliest people you can go to if you’re feeling upset in any way. She offers the best advice and will always let you rest in her arms.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Always gives you a forehead kiss before seeing you off somewhere (:

𖠵𝟏𝟐: If she overhears someone raising their voice at you in aggression, she’ll walk over and give them a death glare almost immediately shutting them up.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Always priorities your safety and well-being. For example, if she sees you’re working yourself into a panic when you’re talking with someone, she’ll excuse the two of you and take somewhere quieter and calm you down.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Arguments are incredibly rare between the two of you; she’s very patient and always tries to see your view of things.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: On the nights you’re more overworked/stressed, she’ll hum you quietly to sleep.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Quite the romantic! she loves to keep you on your toes, hehe.

꒱₊˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐈 !! 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇

𖠵𝟎𝟎: AN ANGEL !1!1 MY ANGEL !1! I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😡

𖠵𝟎𝟏: It took quite some time for Tighnari to convince her to confess to you ): She was scared and insecure because of her lack of experience ‹/3

when you two did start dating, Tighnari gave you a very stern glare as a warning. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟐: She was a little scared of initiating affection because of her Eleazar. However, with the amount of patience and kindness you showed her, she warmed up overtime !! ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟑: (↑) And afterwards, she absolutely loves showing and giving you affection !! Her love language isn’t exactly touch, but she still loves giving you small actions of love !! (:

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Her love language is definitely gift giving !! She loves to craft and/or make you things !! Whether that be stuffed animals, clothes, food, etc. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Tighnari likes to ask if you can tag along with her on some of the more tedious expeditions because he trusts you to take care of her.

pushing aside his first initial protectiveness, Tighnari also saw to it that he took you under his wing as well. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟔: (↑) Despite lacking a romantic relationship himself, he gives her relatively genuine advice when it comes to you !! He can tell how serious she is about you and vice versa ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟕: “Love/lovebug,” “sweetheart,” and “(my) sunshine.”

❝Good morning, lovebug! I hope you slept okay! Um, I know you’ve been struggling to eat recently so—so I made you some breakfast! I remember you telling me how much you loved my cooking when we first met, s—so please, eat up! I’ll even make you more if you’d like!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Writes about you to Amber !1! You can’t hear or see her, but the outrider is fangirling all the way over in Monstandt, LMAO.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Really wants you to take you on a vacation to Monstandt so that you can meet all her friends there !! )): ‹33

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Gets really bad panic attacks whenever you get yourself seriously injured 😭 Tighnari has to calm her down when they’re taking care of you.

she will stay by your side to the moment you’re in there to the point you exit )):

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Flower-picking and picnics are two common occurrences when it comes to the two of you !!

𖠵𝟏𝟐: (↑) One of her favorite things to do is braid together flower crowns with you !! She always makes sure hers as the prettiest flowers so it matches your beauty ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟑: She loves resting with you because it puts her mind to ease but she’s always too shy to ask if you can sleep with her.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Always tries to bring you back the prettiest flowers from her expeditions. If not flowers, than something among the lines of a pretty rock or jewel she came across on.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Is trying to actively work on her confidence so she doesn’t hesitant when showing you affection !! )):

꒱₊˚ 𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐀 !! 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄-𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

𖠵𝟎𝟏: Mom girlfriend #02 ‼️‼️🫶

𖠵𝟎𝟐: A little similar to Candace, she’s a tad bit more on the protective side, though. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟑: (↑) Don’t let that distract you from the fact that she only wants the best for you !! She always tells you how much you mean to her and how devastated she’d be if something happened to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Always makes sure you’re well protected whenever you go out (especially if she’s not with you) because of her line of work; she hates that you have a target on your back because of her.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: As I mentioned, she’s protective. So, if she sees someone actively hurting or making you uncomfortable, she wastes no time stepping in and setting things straight.

would go to extreme lengths to protect you !! even if you protest against it, she sets a goal for herself, that, as your girlfriend, she has to protect you no matter the cost😡😡

𖠵𝟎𝟔: A lot of people are surprised to see her actively showing you PDA in public because they thought she’d be too “cutthroat” for it; boy, were they wrong. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Likes to have a hand on you one way or another whenever you’re sitting together. On your leg, waist, arm, etc. . . It’s just her way of showing you that she’s with you no matter what’s said.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “Baby/babe,” “dear,” “(little) lamb,” and “(my) warrior.”

❝Ah, welcome back, little lamb. Woah! There’s practically steam blowing out of your ears. . . Sit down, babe take a deep breath, will you? What happened? Some guy hasn’t been leaving you alone lately? Really. . . Lamb, do you remember the last place you saw him? I can guarantee he won’t ever lay a finger on you ever again.❞

𖠵𝟎𝟗: You are one of things that calm her down almost instantly.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Your smile is one the things she lives to protect !1!1!1 She absolutely hates seeing you upset over something or someone.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: If it’s because of an argument you two had or something she’s said, she’s already thinking of a way to make things right when she walks away.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: When she protected Dunyunzard, she always liked to talk about you to her !! The girl was absolutely thrilled to meet you when she did.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Takes you out on the most adventurous dates !! It’s almost never boring when you’re with her.

𖠵𝟏��: She once overheard someone say that she dated you for the mora and she had to physically hold herself back from beating the hell out of them.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: If you’re doing some kind of training with her she’ll stop the second she recognizes you getting exhausted. She hates seeing you overworked.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: (↑) And if you’re traveling with her and she sees you starting to drag your feet, she’ll immediately pick you up and won’t take no for an answer.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Talks about you to others like a proud mom.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: When she first introduced you to the guys, a few of them actually ogled and attempted to flirt with you. She found it nothing short of amusing.

꒱₊˚ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀 !! 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

𖠵𝟎𝟏: She has the sleep schedule of a struggling college student, so good luck trying to get her to sleep ‹/3

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Nobody really knows how you two got together ?? They think you’re really cute together, nonetheless. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟑: You’re really the only one that can successfully drag her bed; she can’t resist your cuddles, especially when she’s sleepy. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟒: If you notice her research is piling up, you’ll offer to help her out with what you can; she’ll always gratefully accept ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟓: She’s somehow always thinking of you. . . If she sees something that reminds you of her, she’ll be like: “oh. . . (NAME) would love something like this.”

𖠵𝟎𝟔: She always gets so flustered whenever someone brings up your relationship because she isn’t used to social interaction. save her pls 💔💔

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Calls you “starlight/star,” “moonlight/moon,” and “lovely.”

❝Starlight? Um, are—are you by chance busy at the moment? I—I can come back later if you aren’t! Nono! It’s. . . it’s not because I need your assistance. It’s just. . . I was wondering if you’d like to visit the new cafe that opened? I—I know we haven’t had much time for dates lately be. . . because of work, and I. . . I feel really bad.❞

𖠵𝟎𝟖: You can tell when she’s really getting tired because she starts clinging to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: More than once she’s fallen asleep while cuddling you. your body warmth isn’t something she can resist easily.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: When she finds herself slipping, she thinks of you to get herself through !!

𖠵𝟏𝟏: She doesn’t get jealous, but she’ll always cling to you more if someone won’t leave you alone.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Whines whenever you leave to get up before her ☹️

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Let’s say you leave her little cute posted notes to encourage her with her work; she keeps literally all of them.

꒱₊˚ 𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔 !! 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𖠵𝟎𝟏: I imagine Nilou being one of sweetest people in all of Sumeru, and that’s definitely amped if you’re dating her.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: You’re support for her when she’s dancing is one of the things she keeps dear to her heart. Knowing you’re supporting her, she feels like she can dance the night away. (Dah da dah da let’s dance the night away.💃)

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Her eyes will light up like stars if you were to ever ask her to teach you how to dance.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Returning to the mention of being supportive, she’s also incredibly supportive of your endeavors. That is if it doesn’t include you injuring yourself or putting yourself in harm’s way. . .

𖠵𝟎𝟓: A golden retriever girlfriend !! She loves any kind of affection you give her and welcomes it no matter the place.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: “Darling,” “flower,” “my love,” “light of my life” and “lotus.”

❝My love! I just found out some exciting news! The Zubayr Theater is holding a ballroom dance in honor of their anniversary! Would you please do the honors of accompanying me to it? ❞

𖠵𝟎𝟕: A lot of people in the theater like to joke that you two act like parents to the smaller kids.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: “I dedicate this dance to my wonderful lover, (NAME)!”

𖠵𝟎𝟗: You two are talked about a lot within gossiping girls because they wish they had a relationship likes you.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Bringing her small snacks and drinks during her rehearsals so she doesn’t overexert herself.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: This might not as a surprise, but she loves dancing with you !!

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Since she’s normally a peacemaker, she hates fighting with you with a passion.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: (↑) She also hates seeing you upset and/or said. It shatters her heart into a million pieces and she’ll do all she can to make you feel you better.

FLORIST’S NOTE: OK OK! AFTER 1394394 YEARS, I FINALLY DID MY GIRLIE POPS <//3 now, i’m going to add Kaveh to the Sumeru boys and then i’ll get to work on the fontaine chars <33 i’d like to mention that college has started for me and i have work, so forgive me for the slow updates.

[iambilliejeanok]

Dirt, Anger and Love.

Naruto x Reader

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, slow build, smut, oral sex, anal play, fingering, cunnilingus, rough penetration.

Summary: You hate Naruto. He’s loud, dirty and incredibly annoying, but the two of you share a secret that you’re too ashamed to acknowledge.

Getting into fights with Naruto was something everyone you were associated with quickly got used to. For someone you’d always considered an idiot, his witty comebacks and smart responses hit nerves deep inside of you that not even your mother could touch, and you hated that he could bother you so much, especially considering how often you tried to avoid him…however, Naruto, kind of took pride in the effect he had on you. He always felt inferior when you spoke to him, the harsh and unfriendly tone you used with him constantly triggering deep rooted emotions that he worked much too hard on tucking away, from the time he graduated from the academy up until now, being a 22 year old famous ninja.

The two of you were called in to have a word with Kakashi-sama. This was the usual after all. The two of you never got on the right foot from the start. There was just something about him that really pissed you off. Growing up, you had heard all kinds of rumors and gossip about him. From your own parents and their friends during your holiday get togethers at home, teachers at school when you easedropped on their conversations behind closed doors as well as people around your age range no matter where you went in the village. And although you had your own personal experience with him, being that you were in the same class at the academy, you were still influenced by the village gossip about him and you did not hide you intolerance towards him. He was certainly quite the nuisance and you didn’t like how he still humored pranks and silly games even at his big ass age of 22.

You sat with your arms tightly crossed under your bosom, your legs crossed too as you tapped your foot against the tiled floors, impatiently waiting for Kakashi to finally call you in. Naruto sat only a few feet away from you, on the the bench opposite the one you sat on, directly facing you, shamelessly evaluating you from head to toe. Damn…she’s really pissed, he thought, catching himself smirking, but he immediately grew serious when you snapped your head in his direction, irritated by the audacity he had to even be staring at you during a time like this. You couldn’t hide the disgust on your face as your eyes scanned the blonde across from you, his white t-shirt, surprisingly still white, the short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, revealing his well sculptured biceps and forearms. You quickly looked away, wanting to gag at the fact that his arms caught your attention.

Naruto was nothing you fancied. Absolutely not your type. Sighing loudly, you switched legs, still managing to avoid Naruto’s eyes as you looked down at his shoes. Kakashi what the hell are you doing in there! , you wondered, wanting nothing more than to get this meeting over and done with so you could continue on about your day, far, far away from the fox retainer in front of you. His black shoes were covered in dust, and the bandages wrapped around his legs were no longer white, also stained by dirt. As far as you remembered, Naruto was always dirty. He never failed to complete training looking more raggedy than everyone else and the fact that he didn’t even have the decency to dust his shoes to speak with the Hokage reminded you of that annoying ego he had.

You’d only started actually talking to him after the war with Pein, feeling just a slight bit of gratitude towards him for saving the village. But you only pretended to tolerate him. You shifted uncomfortablely where you were seated, trying not to remember your teenage memories with the blonde. Now you were working all too closely with him for the purpose of the chunin exams. He was still loud and insanely good at teaching those kids, as well as other things that you tried not remember. They all loved him, despite his childish behavior, but obviously that’s what kids loved. You couldn’t help but hate him, not only for his childishness, but also because you felt responsible for the way he made you feel. He should not have any place in your heart to piss you off the way he did, but he did. And you felt like he had too much of it, raising your eyebrow and throwing him a dirty look when he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his big, blue eyes dark, holding a message in them that you were absolutely not interested in decoding.

Unfortunately, you both needed to work together to cover for physical and chakra training amongst the new genin and for a moment, you wished he was gone again, so you could go back to having peace and order. He always found a way to drive you crazy with his chaotic work tendencies, such as allowing the kids to leave without cleaning up the field and returning their workout equipments. He hated doing that as a child and in his own words felt like he was punishing the kids by forcing them to do it when they were already exhausted.

This afternoon, you just couldn’t contain the fury building up inside of you. You needed to beat his ass immediately. He hadn’t created the weekly itinerary like he promised he would and even though he had just returned from a long mission, you were dumb enough to believe him when he said he would and of course he used the mission as an excuse for not delivering as you had expected him to. It honestly wasn’t a big deal. The itinerary was only there as an option for the kids that liked to know how their week was planned out. Naruto however, thought he’d simply remind them at the beginning and end of the day of training about their activities for the next day.

It was the sheer disrespect of him not giving two fucks about your itinerary and not showing a lick of remorse when he threw his lame ass excuse at you. The kids still being seated on the grassy field didn’t stop you from kicking him square in the gut, but despite landing the perfect hit, you weren’t satisfied, quickly throwing a fist towards him, but he caught it, twisting your arm and tackling you down to the ground, embarrassing you in front of all the kids with such a simple move. You didn’t expect him to react so soon, and you felt far too humiliated to let it end here, the warmth and heaviness of his large and bulky frame making you feel things you didn’t expect to so quickly. The realization disgusted you and you leaped to action. A few kids ran to report the scene to Shikamaru, the head of the chunin exams, basically your manager, who immediately sent you both to the Hokage after managing to stop you from punching Naruto square in the face with his shadow jutsu, successfully breaking up the fight between the two of you.

Kakashi finally let you in his office, the cool breeze of the ac doing nothing to cool your fury. The old man had the audacity to force you to apologize to Naruto, as though this was all your fault. “You don’t get it Kakashi-sama! This was all apart of his plan, you have to believe me!”, you yelled, the frustration of Kakashi taking his ex- students side driving you to the brink of insanity. Naruto tried his best to keep a straight face. The sick bastard delighted in the fact that everyone truly believed you were just being your usual intolerant self, when he knew that he triggered your violent behavior on purpose. Something about getting a rise out of you gave the blonde shinobe a deep sense of pleasure that actually aroused him, and he was thankful to have tied his jacket around his waist, the sleeves hiding the slowly growing boner in his pants.

“I understand that you find him incredibly annoying, trust me, we all do”, Kakashi said, leaning back in his chair as though he was forced to do this, “, but that’s not an excuse to hit him hard enough to startle the children y/n. Please apologize”. You thought you’d burst into flames right where you stood, huffing as you crossed your arms under your breasts, Naruto smirking again as he looked down at you from the corner of his eye. “Well, I’m waiting”, Kakashi said, raising an eyebrow, patiently waiting for you to make amends. It took everything in you to utter the words, refusing to even face him. “Sorry”, was what you could manage, hoping that it would be good enough for the masked ninja. “Now hug”, he said. You turned on your heels , ready to leave, before turning back to face him. “I’m sorry, what?”, you asked, not sure if you had misheard him. “Maybe then you’ll think twice about fighting next time”, he said, rolling his chair closer to his desk to shovel through some papers, nonchalant towards your stuttered protests. Naruto grinned his usual annoying, grin as he turned his body to face you, “I’ll definitely have to shower after this”, Naruto said,rolling his eyes in annoyance and spreading out his arms, seeming just as uncomfortable as you were to fulfil the Hokages request. Men are sadists. They have to be, you thought, leaning in to give him the quickest hug you could possibly give, feeling absolutely disgusted to have his warm, soft chest pressing against your face. Just when you were about to step back, he wrapped his strong arms around you, and it took you a few seconds to snap out of his warm embrace. He smelled like dirt and cinnamon and you felt a familiar sense of vulnerability and safety in his arms, Naruto wearing a wicked grin you could not see on his face as you squirmed to get out of his hold.

“Oh my gosh!”, you yelled through gritted teeth, turning to look a Kakashi, who seemed more interested in the papers on his desk than on you actually doing what he said was so important to do. He didn’t see what Naruto did, but he looked up from his papers to see what you were fussing about, Naruto simply standing there, his hands in his pockets while you seemed to be on the brink of attacking him once again. He sighed, sitting up to give you his full attention. “Naruto-kun, I don’t want to have to call you in here for pissing people off. Please allow people to avoid you if they must. You may leave”, he said, the blonde making quick hand signs before poofing away. He was gone, but you were still irritable, hoping that you wouldn’t piss Kakashi off any more than you already have. “Y/n, what do I need to do to get you to behave huh? I’m disappointed to be honest. Id expect you to be the more level headed one between the two of you…”. Kakashi went on and on about absolutely nothing that seemed to be a solution to you. Once he finally dismissed you, you stormed out his office, wincing when you accidentally banged the door on your way out, hoping that Kakashi wouldn’t come right after you for doing that, but thankfully, he remained silent.

Sighing out loudly, you wanted nothing more than to quickly head home and take a cool shower and maybe masturbate to relive your current frustration, beginning your walk down the long hallway, completely furious and not in the mood to see Naruto again. Being upset around him always led to trouble, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to ignore the inappropriate memories quickly flooding your head, when you were suddenly yanked into a small room on your right. Startled, you turned around to see Naruto leaning against a large, barrel that reached just below his hips, in the corner of the little walk in closet that no one ever made use of. The only thing in the room was the barrel that Naruto leaned against and a small locker the size of a chest of drawers behind you. “Why the fuck am I in here” you asked, trying not to raise your voice. “Why the fuck are you suddenly picking fights with me”, he asked, standing up straight and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief under the dim light the little globe a few inches above his head provided. He was obviously too big to even be in here. He took most of the space with his tall and burly frame. “You’re picking fights with me Naruto”, you replied defensively, wondering just what he was trying to get at. It’s not like you did this on purpose…

He was provoking you, taking a few steps to tower over you. He knew how big he was and always used that to intimidate you when you got too wild, like you did earlier on today and he did not like that. You always treated him like you were superior to him and he knew just how to make you feel the opposite way. “You knew that the itinerary thing would make me so mad!”, you whispered. He just stood there, looking quite serious with his jacket tied around his waist. The white shirt he wore hugging his chest just right. You could smell him as you stood in front of him. Only about two small feet away. You couldn’t believe this, struggling to keep still with your arms folded just below your bust. Naruto kept still, patiently waiting, suppressing his amusement as he watched your frustration fluctuate. His earlier angry face softening as he observed you. He was tall. And you hated having to look up at him and absolutely despised him looking down on you, your tummy doing flips as he slowly neared you, towering over you with each step. He finally stood right against you and you could smell the familiar spicy scent of his hair wash, mixed with his sweat as well as the sun. He smelled just as good as he looked. And you found it comforting, despite your heart pounding inside your vagina. He leaned forward to rest his hands on the locker behind you, his burly frame making you feel tiny as his chest pressed against yours. “The itinerary is not a big deal, why are you making me do stuff that doesn’t matter?”, he casually replied, maintaining a calmness that pissed you off to your core. “I swear to god”, you whispered to yourself. “Do you have any idea how much I fucking hate you”, you practically moaned, and he smiled at that. “I fucking hate you y/n”. “Wow so then why cant you fucking leave me alone!” “I promise you I tried to, but for one reason or the other, you always seem to find a way to bait me, and you know better then any one else, just how much I like to take it ”, he said, pushing you back with his body as he caged you between his arms. You absolutely hated the picture he was trying to paint, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, but the proximity between the two of you distracted your thoughts and you just couldn’t think of how to respond, lost in his eyes as he leaned closer still. “What’s been bothering you babygirl? You miss me?”, he asked, brushing his lips against your cheek to whisper in your ear. You noticed yourself breathing slightly harder than you were about a minute ago, your breasts pressing against his wide chest as he pulled you closer to him with a big hand on your lower back. Feeling defeated, you accepted your current circumstances, giving into him like you normally did. Time and time again, ever since you only 17. You felt somewhat disgusted with yourself for constantly wanting him to fuck you and you were in denial over how much you had come to rely on moments like this. You hated yourself for feeling addicted tohis touch, and could never bring yourself to admit that you missed his every single day that he was away on missions. He was so good at riling you up like this and he knew what the key to seducing you was. You didn’t know this yourself, but he learnt it the first time the two of you had sex back then, during the reconstruction of the village. Being angry, frustrated and irritated were the emotions Naruto recognized turned you on, and he found out when he saw just how soaked your panties were when he first threatened to fuck you in the weapons room of the Hokage mansion. He found it hot that you would easily submit to him when you were horny and took advantage of that whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Trying to get your thoughts together was not working out for you and you felt like an idiot not being able to respond.

The real reason as to why you hated him so so much started to show and you wanted to slap yourself to try and snap out of it, feeling your arousal soaking your underwear as he trailed feather like kisses against your neck. He was warm, almost hot and you felt him burning you up. “You need me to fuck you?”, he asked, his warm breath fanning your neck as he spoke. “N-no”, you replied, clearing your throat as still fought to get a hold of yourself. “No, I absolutely do not need you inside of me”. Naruto smiled, planting the softest kiss just below your ear, making you shiver. “So is this seriously how you’re going to behave whenever you need my attention?”. You swear he knew exactly what to do with his voice, deep and raspy in your ear. Your clit began to throb. You hated him speaking down on you. How dare he talk to you like a child when he couldn’t even bother to dust his pants off before walking into the Hokages office. You took offense, feeling somewhat ashamed for having him call you out. “I don’t want your attention Naruto. You’re an idiot for not noticing my avoidance”, you replied, tilting your head so he would have better access to your neck. Naruto took the hint, sucking on the spot he just kissed and letting it go through his teeth. You weren’t sure how much longer you could resist him, parting your legs so he could stand in between them. “Well you’re not doing a very good job at avoiding me right now sweet thing”, he said, sucking on another part of your neck before gently nipping it. Biting your lip hard, you wanted him to rip your clothes off and devour you any minute now, but your pride would never allow you to make him see just how right he was. It was already so obvious to him that you needed your secret dose of Uzumaki cock to straighten you out whenever work got hectic between the two of you. And you were awfully embarrassed about that. The last thing you wanted was for him to know that you touched yourself to thoughts of him, especially these last two months, impatiently waiting for his return.

He stood straight again, leaning down to kiss you, but his lips stopped just a few seconds away from yours, and you whimpered unintentionally, making him grin in satisfaction. Feeling his hands fiddling with your shorts, you tried to look down, but he nudged you back up with his head, his lips nearly brushing against yours, and this time, the whimper that left your lips annoyed you. Why was he making you behave like this. He had to be some kind of demon to make you feel so horny. This was unlike you. Girl please, you’ve been letting him dick you down for years now. You’re a natural whore for him…your inner voice spoke, and you grew frustrated, but Naruto sensed the shift in your mood, finally pressing his lips against yours, feeling like he had teased you just enough as he managed to pull your shorts down, letting them pool at your feet, leaving you in just your drenched underwear. His lips against yours felt so heavenly amazing, that you didn’t even bother to kick your shorts off your ankles, moaning into his mouth when you felt him possessively cup your pussy, the smell of your arousal awakening his primal urge to take you right then and there. You were clearly wet enough to lubricated him, but he fought to resist the urge, only kissing you harder, his tongue swirling around yours as he softly grunted into your mouth. It had only been two months since the two of you had played together in his apartment late one night, and he thought you might need a bit of prep before he could fuck your to his hearts desire.

His hand crept into your undies, but you were so lost in the way his soft, velvety lips meshed with yours, that you didn’t notice, softly gasping into the kiss when you felt his finger prodding around your entrance. You were so incredibly wet that he wondered if you really actually needed prep, testing the boundaries without thinking and shoving his middle and ring finger right up your tight, hot, liquid heat, down to the last knuckle, swallowing the sharp moan you let out. He let his fingers rest inside of you, slowly grinding them in deep circles, patiently stretching you out while he kept his tongue in your mouth, muffling your moans until they turned into soft pants. He finally broke the kiss, and when you opened your eyes to see his brows furrowed as though he was frustrated, you thought you’d cum right there, Naruto placing his free hand over your mouth. “Baby, you can’t make too much noise in here, or Kakashi will come find us”, he said, reminding you of where you were. The thought of Kakashi finding Naruto shoving his tongue and fingers inside of you terrified you, a wave of arousal running down your spine making your knees weak and your hips buck against his hand. At this point you needed to cum, shocked by how the idea of getting caught made you feel. Biting you lip, you buried your face in his chest, grabbing his wrist with your hand as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you. Removing his hand from over your mouth, he immediately placed it into your locs, tugging your head back enough to kiss you once again. “Shhhh”, he warned, trying to catch his breath after breaking the kiss. The stinging stretch of his two fingers deep inside felt amazing, but you needed more, grinding your hips on his hand, Naruto immediately getting the message. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you, massaging your g spot with every stroke, Naruto’s face so close to yours as he continued to hush you, your mouth an o shape as you panted heavily against his lips.

The smell of your sex was a little too intoxicating for him and he wanted his fingers in his mouth, to finally taste your juices. His mouth watered at the thought, and suddenly his throat felt dry. Far too lost in the delicious pleasure his fingers gave you, you didn’t hear the poof beside you, a hand suddenly covering your mouth before Naruto picked up his pace, now desperate to have you cum. His fingers moved fast, the blue eyed ninja far too impatient, desperate to feel you release that liquid he craved all over his hand. Your moans betrayed you, and you lacked the control to suppress them, grateful for the hand that covered your mouth as you whimpered into it, sparks of pleasure shooting through your body as you squirmed against him, his arm holding you firmly around your waist. Your orgasm felt amazing, as usual, and your moans turned into muffled screams , your eyes rolling far back when you felt another orgasm suddenly hit you, endless waves of pleasure making you see stars for a few seconds. Naruto was finally rewarded with the warm gush of liquid he craved. “Fuck, that’s it babygirl”, he groaned, dropping to his knees before you. You were still too high on pleasure to realize someone stood behind you, picking you up and spreading your thighs as wide as the shorts around your ankles would allow. Naruto didn’t waste any time, not wanting your fluids to go to waste, his shadow clone sucking and biting your neck, while he began lapping and drinking up your juices, burying just the tip of his inside of you with every hard lick he gave to clean you up, sucking on your clit and letting it go with a pop before repeating. He always ate you out so aggressively and even thinking about it drenched your undies. He enjoyed how your walls clenched his teasing tongue, finally shoving it inside of you when you stopped squirting, bobbing and twisting his head back and forth before latching onto your clit, swirling his tongue around it and hungrily sucking it, waiting for you to squirt right into mouth again, moaning against you as he greedily ate you out.

“n-naruto”, you whimpered, your arms trapped behind your thighs, barely able to reach forward and grip his head. The way he slowly circled your clit drove you to madness, keeping you on the brink of ecstasy long enough you wanted to cry. “f-fuuuuccckkk!”, you whined, a hand quickly covering your mouth again. He knew how overstimulating his work between your legs was, your clit sensitive from his tortuous tongue, but he needed you to give him what he wanted before he’d let you go, burying two fingers inside of you without warning, immediately pumping and twisting them inside of you. You were now kicking your feet, squirming uncontrollably, as you reached a new height of pleasure that threatened to knock you out, feeling yourself cum hard as you squirted like a water gun, Naruto happily struggling to drink it all up, indulging in the pungent taste of your arousal, softly sucking your clit while at it. For a moment, you lost yourself, Naruto only hoping that your muffled, sexy noises weren’t being heard beyond the door separating you from the hallway. There was no way anyone could walk past and not hear you, but Naruto, even with the help of his clones didn’t sense any chakra singles nearby. He finally pulled away from you, taking your limp, shivering body from the clone behind you to gently place you on the small surface of the lockers, quickly diving in for a kiss to swallow the whimpers you made, recovering from the intense orgasm. Gathering yourself was a struggle, as usual, and he didn’t even get to the best part yet. Your usual post orgasm thoughts crept up on you again. How the hell do I avoid him when he makes me feel like this?, you asked yourself, I don’t think I can handle life without this, omg, why does he do this to me.

You finally opened your eyes, managing to kiss him back with a little more control, enjoying the taste of your arousal on his lips while your body still shuddered with tiny jolts of pleasure against his warm, bulky frame. He was still dressed, breaking the kiss to look at you, Naruto drowning in your hazy brown eyes for a few seconds, your half lidded eyes glistening in complete satisfaction, making him smile. He realised just how much he loved eating you out, and planned on pissing you off as much as he could if it meant you’d let him kneel between your legs and cum on his face as much as he wanted you to. If it meant he could hear you whimper and cry out his name from between your legs, he would annoy you forever. Every beat down you would give him would be worth it. He was so handsome when he smiled at you and you longed to see him smile like this more often, somewhat regretting your earlier attempt at beating his ass. His next words quickly snapped you out of your thoughts, and you swallowed nervously. “That was really fucking sexy, so now I’m gonna fuck you fast and hard, for hitting me earlier on okay ? At least until I feel like I can forgive you for it”. He seemed so casual about it, the clone behind him nearing the two of you. You swallowed again, your pussy clenching painfully on nothing as it anticipated the coming threat. He took a step away from you and you longed to feel his body heat all over you as soon as possible, watching him step aside to strip, while the clone came closer still. He made you feel very nervous, as though he was someone else, making you feel a sense of fear and excitement as to just what they would do to you. He’d never brought out the clones all the other times the two of you had sex and the thought of having two Naruto’s have their way with you made your head spin. Clones were nothing new to you. You knew how to make them yourself and you had a lot of experience with them during battles and training, but having Naruto’s clone touch you, made you feel a little uneasy. He was just as warm as Naruto was and just as real too, and out of curiosity, you reached your hand out touch him back, feeling his well defined abs against your hand, while his calloused palms rub your bare skin as it snuck under your t-shirt, quickly finding its way to your sports bra, impatiently tugging it up and cupping your entire boob, softly squeezing and kneading it as he leaned forward to kiss you.

He felt just as real as the original Naruto and something about it was quite eerie, but that didn’t stop your body from positively reacting to him, softly moaning into the kiss when he caught a nipple between his thumb and index finger, gently rolling and pinching it, placing his free hand on your back to slide you off of the locker, quickly turning you around and bending you over to lay on the cool surface. Looking over your shoulder, you could see the clone drop to his knees behind you, spreading your ass apart with his hands, while the original Naruto finally pulled his trunks down, and you were instantly reminded of just how godly the man was. This was the same idiot that ended the fourth ninja war, and fought with Madara himself. He was gonna fuck you now, and you didn’t care that the Naruto behind you could see you clench and grow wetter at the thought. You didn’t see Naruto staring at your pussy since you were so mesmerized by his huge cock, squirming in want as you imagined the feeling of him penetrating you with it. God you truly missed him. He was so so right. A warm tongue pressing right against your anus making you gasp in shock, forcing you to turn your concentration to the clone on his knees, circling his tongue around the little hole. You weren’t new to any anal play, Naruto had already introduced you that about a year ago, and he was no stranger to tongue and finger fucking the little hole when he wanted to. When he fingered your ass and pussy simultaneously, he’d literally make you cry and you wondered if he was planning on fucking you with his clone like that, accidentally whimpering out loud when you felt his thumb press into your pussy while his tongue dug into your anus. Just how long was he planning on keeping you in here for. You guessed about thirty minutes had already gone by since you were yanked into the room and the anxiety of someone catching viciously fueled your arousal. The real Naruto came to stand beside you, snaking his hand under your hips and in between your legs, searching for your clit, which was all too easy to find considering how swollen it was from his earlier administrations.

Biting down on your arm, you tried to minimize the noises you made, feeling completely hopeless to getting caught as the two men behind you worked on pleasuring you once again, Naruto grinding his bare erection against your hip as he slowly rubbed your clit, while the clone on his knees continued to thrust his tongue inside your ass, switching his thumb for his middle and index finger, slowly pumping them inside of you. You felt yourself melt onto the locker, barely able to keep yourself standing as your knees buckled from the pleasure. As amazing as this felt, you didn’t want to cum like this. “Naruto, please, I just want you inside of me”, you begged ever so softly, trying to suppress your moans. Begging didn’t necessarily work at all times, sometimes, he just wanted to torture you and you wondered if today would be one of those days, but why here in this cramped up storage room. Keeping yourself quiet was damn near impossible anyway, this was just not the right place for him to make you cum like this.

To your pleasant surprised though, the clone behind you disappeared, and all too quickly, Naruto got behind you, easily burying himself as deep inside as your hot, wet walls would allow him. You screamed right into your arm, and Naruto quickly leaned forward to cover your mouth with his hand, pulling you up straight to hold you against his chest, his warmth enveloping you once again as he sunk deeper inside of you. You couldn’t stop whimpering, Naruto simply standing behind you, worried that someone might of heard you scream so loud. He felt his dick pulsing and twitching inside of you, breathing hard against your temple as you hugged and squeezed him just right, clenching him impatiently as he searched the surrounding areas for any chakra signals. “Fuck”, he said, “If you don’t keep yourself quiet, I won’t let you come y/n”, he warned and you whimpered again. He was being so unfair and you wanted to cry , tears stinging your eyes from the burn of the stretch as well as the thought of not being able to finish. You knew he’d really deny you if he had to, it was something he was ruthless about whenever he punished you, but right now, after so long, you didn’t think you could handle it, but you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, part from how emotional you were getting, and how full you felt, his dick buried so deep inside of you while standing forcing you onto the tip of your toes. The most fucked up part of this was that Naruto knew just what he was doing to you and what effect his words had, leaning down to whispers in your ear, “Uh uh, don’t whine about it now. After the way you treated me earlier on today, you definitely don’t deserve to cum anyways right?”, he asked, wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady as he pulled halfway out of you only to slam himself all the way back inside of you, biting his lips to muffle his own noises over how you squeezed him like a glove, slowly pulling out of you only to slam himself deeply inside again, moving slowly as he fucked you. You couldn’t respond even if his hand wasnt covering your mouth, shaking your head no as you whimpered and moaned into his hand. You could feel every inch of him massaging your walls and everytime he hit that spot deep inside of you, you felt a shock of pleasure so intense that your thighs began to shake and you felt your tummy tighten, your entire body trembling to accommodate the pleasure. “But you know you feel so good though, I dont think I have it in me to stop”, he moaned, picking up the pace, lifting your feet off the floor with every mind numbing thrust. “Shhhiit baby, how can I deny you after so long, of course you deserve to cum”, he said, and hearing his raspy, deep voice in your ear along with his hard thrusts left you shaking uncontrollably, screaming into his palm as you came hard, Naruto easily holding all your weight with his single arm, not waiting for you to finish as he continued fucking you at a steady pace, ignoring your desperate cries, your climax dripping down his balls and your thighs as it let loose, creating a small puddle between his and yours. It was now his turn to shut his eyes, biting down hard on your neck to muffle his own noises as you clenched every inch of him, your pussy forcing him to cum, Naruto grunting loudly as he unloaded deep inside of you, falling forward with you against the lockers, causing a loud bang as you threatened to suck him dry. He gave you all he had, emptying himself inside of you without worry, knowing that you were already on birth control. He finally left go of your neck, having left a nasty mark that you’d probably have to get treated soon after this. Naruto stayed glued to you, breathing heavily with you as you both shivered, his hand still covering your mouth as you both recovered. He knew it would take a little longer for you, opting to remain lying against your back with your chest pressed on the surface of the lockers.

Suddenly, he heard the door rattle, looking over his shoulder to see it twisting, a few loud knocks making his eyes widen. “Shiiiiitt!!!”, he said, but you were still so tight around him, he wasn’t sure if he could pull out so soon. “Naruto!”, you whispered beneath him, still shivering and panting despite the person on the other end trying to come in. Your heart was beating just as fast as it was when you came and you could feel Naruto’s pounding against your back. He was grateful for locking the door earlier on, hoping that if the two of you stayed quiet enough, the person at the door would just go away, but he was wrong. “I know you’re in there, get the fuck out now!”, yelled the voice of the man. “Shit, is that Kiba- kun?”, you suspected, hearing the loud sniffs of a dog below the door. “Naruto, y/n, what the fuck are yall doing in there!”, he yelled. “Fuck, if he knows its us hen he probably knows what we’re doing in here”, Naruto whispered, “Y/n, you’ve gotta fucking let go of me”, he said, but your vagina didn’t budge. “I can’t”, you replied, your eyes wide in fear, wondering just why something like this would happen to you right now of all times. “Fuck, we gotta get out of hear”, he said, lifting you up as he stood straight. A shadow clone suddenly popping up beside the two of you and you wondered just where he found the strength to summon one, watching him pull up Naruto’s pants behind him, before he came around to pull up yours as best as he could, just as frantic as the two of you were. Your shorts didn’t make it past your butt, but Naruto could at least cover his, since a dick wasn’t rammed up behind him. The clone quickly gathered his jacket on the floor, using it to wipe up the puddle from your love making infront of you.

The door cracked open as Kiba shoved his way in, but he was surprised to see no one hiding in the closet, only smelling the strong scent of the two of you and if he wasn’t mistaken, sex, looking down to see Akamaru sniffing a particular spot on the floor. Kiba couldn’t believe it, or at least his brain refused to accept the fact that you and Naruto were actually fucking in the storage room in the fucking hallway of the hokage mansion. There was just no way that made sense and for a moment, he doubted his own nose, turning around to walk out the room, looking down at the floor in shock and disbelief as he walked down the hallway. “Was it a ghost?”, Shino asked when he saw the look on Kiba’s face. Kiba looked up at Shino, not sure exactly what to tell him.

You and Naruto made it out of there in the nick of time, finding yourselfs in the bedroom of his apartment. If it was not for Naruto’s freakish stamina, he wouldn’t of been able to teleport the two of you back to his place. “That was close”, he sighed, chuckling behind you, still stuck inside of you. Kiba had scared you back to your senses and you found Naruto’s light taking of the situation awfully irritating. “Oh my gosh! Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to do this in there huh? Why couldn’t you just bring us here instead!”, you said, forcing Naruto to keep up with you as you walked over to the bed, noticing the sunsetting from the tall window on the opposite side of the bed. “What?”, Naruto asked, finding your irritation amusing, as he lifted you up to sit down with you in the bed, scooting upwards until he was able to prop himself against the pillows. “I wasn’t too sure if you’d be able to wait that long”, he teased, and you felt yourself heating up with embarrassment, remembering just how horny you were before this. “Now I’m stuck here with you”, you sighed, your heart skipping a beat when you remembered why you were stuck to him to begin with. “What are we gonna do about this?”, you asked worriedly, awkwardly shifting in his lap to feel if you were finally lose enough to have him pull out, but it still didn’t work, Naruto placing his hands on you waist and pulling you back towards him, making you fall against his chest, his arms a wrapping around you as he snuggled his face into your neck. “First of all, you need to calm down, i think we will be fine if we just relax a little”, he said reassuringly, and as much as you wanted to argue with him, you realised that you really had no reason to. He was right after all and his body felt so good behind you. You suddenly felt exhausted as you leaned all your weight back into him, Naruto running his hand along your tummy. “I’m so tired”, you said, Naruto lifting up his knees to grab your shorts, lifting them down your thighs and past your knees. You kicked your shoes off, your shorts following soon after and you felt a little more comfortable, Naruto tugging down on his own pants beneath you. “Why don’t you just relax and take a nap if you want to? I promise I’ll take you home as soon as we’re able to separate”, he said, holding you tight against him as he flipped y’all over to the side. The thought of being away from him again made you feel sad. You wanted spend the entire night with him and wake up in his arms tomorrow, but a small voice in your head ridiculed the idea and you closed your eyes, hoping that this would all make sense one day.

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Like A Dream

Tom Bennett X (Pregnant Wife Reader)

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Word Count: 1,954

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A/N: Writing this came so naturally to me. I had my daughter young and was looking my best right before I got pregnant, so I used personal experience for this one 🥰 also I did an abnormal amount of research regarding the rarity of grapes during this time period and how special it would be for someone to find them available for purchase 🤣🤣

Warnings:: Body Dysmorphia, pregnancy, minor depression,smut, oral sex (F receiving)

"You alright love?" Your husband asks from his place on the sofa as you walk through the front door.

You sigh. "Yes, Tom," you carry the few bags with food you picked up from the market and place them on the kitchen counter.

Ever since Tom found out you were pregnant, he fawns over you. He hates the idea of you lifting a finger in your delicate condition. The problem? You are a very independent person and like your freedom.

"Not too convincing." he rises from the couch and goes to the counter, peeking through the bags to see what you bought.

"Mmmm, they had grapes!" He plucks a grape off the vine and pops it into his mouth.

"Tom!" You playfully hit his arm."They should be washed first! You don't know who had their hands all over em before I bought em!"

"I survived war, love." He leans his back against the counter. "Don't think a grape is gonna do me in when bombs couldn't"

"Yeah, well, they can still make ya sick, and I'm already sick every morning. Can't have the two of us going. " You huff and sit down in one of the old creaky wooden chairs that sit around the scuffed up second-hand table you successfully purchased off a neighbor about a year ago.

"Hey...." He leans down towards you and pushes your hair back. "You're tired and stressed, darlin. Let me take care of this, yeah?"

"I can do it." You grumble, annoyed, and try to pull yourself from the seat, but your near end of term pregnancy belly made standing an incredibly challenging endeavor.

Tom gives you a stern look. "More stubborn than I am." He gives you that cheeky smile, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"That's not possible" Tom is the most stubborn person on the planet as far as you were concerned and you know for a fact that even on your worst day you couldn't possibly be more stubborn than the man you married.

"Ah! I always knew ya married me for my looks." He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he unloads the groceries.

"What can I say? You got me with those blue eyes, and that smile." You look at him lovingly. You married him for a million reasons. He had pursued you relentlessly for weeks before you finally caved and went out with him. You didn't have any reason you made him wait other than thoroughly enjoying watching him try to convince you of something you already wanted desperately.

"Thank God for my parents! They gave me the good stuff!" He chuckles loudly, and you watch him in awe. Tom had this aura about him. He exudes confidence. Tom is handsome. He knows it, and he embraces it. You hardly ever see him without a smile on his face, and he takes almost nothing seriously.

You sigh to yourself as you move to try and pull yourself out of the chair again. Pregnancy is a magical thing. You know this. You feel it, yet you can't help the way it has you feeling about the body it leaves behind.

Your face is fuller. Something people have been complimenting you on, yet you hate it. Your hips are wider, and your already plump thighs have somehow grown bigger.

The discomfort with the changes in your body started gradually, but as you near the end of your pregnancy, less and less do you like what stares back at you in the mirror.

The tears start to well up in your eyes as you fight a losing battle to hold them back.

"Hey..hey! What is going on, love?" Tom crouches before you cupping your cheeks on either side of your face. He furrows his brows in obvious concern. "Talk to me," he gently rubs his thumb against your cheekbone. His heart breaks a little as he looks into your tear filled eyes. Upset with himself that you are this sad, and he didn't notice until now.

You take in a shakey breath and look at him with despair. "I'm a terrible mum, and the baby isn't even here yet." The flood gates break open, and tears finally start to pour down your face.

"W-why... why would you say that?" He scootches closer to you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down.

"I should be happy! A good mother would be happy, but..." The tears are pouring out of your face now, the sadness, guilt, and shame bubbling over and making you feel like you have lost complete control over your emotional state.

"But what, sweetheart?" He drops down to his knees, pushing himself between your legs while he continues to caress your thighs. "You can talk to me, oh darlin, please talk to me."

"I ... I ... I ... I hate it!" You start to sob your face in your hands. "I'm tired, everything aches, it's difficult to move, and all that would be bearable if .... if i didn't look so disgusting now"

"Disgusting??" Tom balks at the statement. "Someone say something to you?" His face contorts in anger. "Was that Mike arse three doors down, wasn't it?" Tom nearly growls. "That's about how much he hates me nothing to do with you, darlin. I'll go sort him." Tom shoots up quickly, tossing on his jacket.

"TOM!" You screech just as he is about to fly out the front door, most likely to rearrange Mike's face. Mike and Tom do not like each other it is certainly not a secret in your neighborhood. Yet Mike has never been anything but pleasant to you. After all, his issue was with Tom, and he wasn't going to take that out on you for simply being Tom's wife.

"No one said anything to me, I have eyes! And a mirror! I can see it clearly for myself!" His heart shatters completely when he hears the crack in your voice, his jaw drops, and he wants to retort but quickly stops himself. The priority is you. He needs to take care of you, so as aggravated as he is, he softens his features and turns back to you.

He drops his jacket on the back of one of the other kitchen chairs and takes your hand. "Let's get you into bed, you need rest" You sniffle and nod as he places your hand in his, while gently holding your lower back with the other making sure to get you out of the chair in the most comfortable way possible.

Once you're up and walking, he wraps an arm around you, gently leading you up the stairs and into the bedroom . He helps you get into the bed, raising your legs and sliding them in before crawling in next to you, his face directly across from yours as you both lay on your side facing each other.

"Thank you," your whisper is gentle with a hint of lingering sadness as he reaches over and caresses right under your eye with his thumb.

"You. are. beautiful." He moves closer to you and puts his forehead against yours "Always".

You chuckle slightly. "You are a good husband, Tom Bennett." You lean forward and kiss him gently.

He pulls back from you, cupping your face in his hands. "Look at me"

You look him directly in the eyes. Yours are still a bit watery, so you try to blink back the tears.

"You. are. beautiful." He repeats."You are always beautiful, don't you ever forget that. Big, pregnant, bald even, you are always beautiful"

You giggle and sigh. "You're too good to me"

"Aven't been good enough love. Or you wouldn't feel like this. " He kisses you softly but deeply while gently rolling you onto your back.

"Been neglectin' ya. Work and allat." He kisses down your neck."I'll make it up."

You hum contentedly and place your hand on the back of his head. Arousal builds up in your core, but you're so tired you don't know if you have it in you right now.

"Don't know if I have the energy for this right now." You chuckle as you close your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him on your neck.

"Just lie back and relax. This is all about you"

He moves down your body, placing a delicate kiss to your belly before pushing your dress up around your hips.

"Oh Tom, you don't have to do this." You say as he pulls your knickers down your legs.

" I wish I did have to do it. Wish it was an everyday requirement, but I guess I have to settle for doing it when you'll let me. " He brings his hands to your heat, pushing your legs out wider.

"Stunning site, really,"

"Tom!" You chuckle and reach down to give him a whack, but he catches your hand and holds it.

He licks a stripe straight up your center. Your hand squeezes his tight, letting him know the pleasure that is building up.

He gently flicks your bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, bringing his free hand to your hip and rubbing circles there with his thumb.

You involuntarily move your hips, desperate for more friction. "You're supposed to be relaxin," he taunts

He returns to your clit swallowing it whole and sucking on it harshly while rolling his tongue over it.

"Oh god, Tom!" You can't help but yell out, your hips taking on a mind of their own as you move against his face.

He smiles against you as he releases your clit nudging it with his nose as he travels lower lapping up your juices before sticking his tongue inside.

Your eyes fly open as you look at the ceiling above you, panting harshly. If someone asked you your name right now, you wouldn't even know the answer. Your head is completely empty of everything, save for the pleasure you are experiencing.

His brings his hand off your hip, the other still grasping your hand tightly. He rubs at your clit with his thumb as he fucks you with his tongue.

"Ahhh. Ahh!" You squeeze his hand tightly as you writhe against his face, getting closer and closer to sweet release.

His hand and tongue switch places as he slides two fingers into you while sucking on your engorged nerve.

"Oh my god, Tom, I can't. I can't!" You don't know what you can't do. You just know that you can't.

He pulls back momentarily. " Oh yes, you can love, and ya will"

He brings his face back to your heat moving it from side to side over your clit while he increases the speed of his fingers.

Everything that happens now is automatic. Your legs lift up and squeeze his head as you arch your back and gasp for air as a title wave of pleasure washes over you.

Tom gives you a few more kitten licks as you ride out your high and stops when you start to twitch.

he crawls back up next to you and flops on his back, panting. "You're. .....beautiful.... don't.... ever... doubt .... that" he rolls onto his side and gazes at your face. "Promise me"

"I promise I'll try Tom." He knows that is the best answer he is going to get out of you so he just smiles.

"While we're talking about promises, I need you to make just one more tiny promise," he grins at you cheekily, sliding his body over so he is right up against yours.

"What?"

He takes your hand and places it over the massive bulge in his trousers

"That you'll help me with this"

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