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basofy · 5 days ago
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i can still see your burns and your coffee stained clothes
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five-hxrgreeves · 2 years ago
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Not Like Quill
PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader
WC: 2.5k (longer than I intended, oof!) 
SUMMARY: after your half-brother and half-sister leave, you’re left to fill in Peter’s shoes on the Guardian team. Unfortunately, Rocket can only see the faults where you lack the qualities that his best friend has. Luckily, though, a certain golden boy is always there to cheer you up.
WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, fluff, angst if you squint.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this is my first official one shot AND first time writing for GOTG (hopefully I did a good job.) I saw GOTG3 in the theaters almost a week ago and WOW, was I surprised by Adam!! (I make it a point to not watch trailers to avoid spoilers.) I liked Will in The Dawn Treader but I haven’t seen any of his other movies since they’re not genres I usually watch, but I have been SLEEPING on this man!! I’m now obsessed with Gally (I’ve never even seen TMR but I’ve now read a ton of FFs) and, of course, Adam. So, here’s a one-shot :)
I know that Peter gave Rocket his Zune but in this scenario he gave it to you, his other half-sister. You do have powers but they’re not really mentioned here; if anyone is interested I can make a sequel/prequel.
Part 0 , Part 2
The repairs to Knowhere were going well— or at least as well as could be expected with leaders who bickered as much as the remaining Guardians. Peter and Mantis had left the planet a few weeks ago, leaving everyone quite sad at their departure. But, there were things to do so those that remained moved on as best they could in order help out. You, however, as Peter’s half-sister, had been hit harder by their departures than the others. Mantis and Peter were the only family you had, especially since the group had killed your father (not that he’d been a good one, of course.) Sure, the other Guardians had become like family to you over the years, but they weren’t blood— but this is also the only reason why you decided to stay instead of going off on your own like your siblings.
To make matters worse, the only physical reminder that you had of your brother was his Zune, which he’d left to you since you’d always stolen it anyway. Almost every day since his departure you could be found with the Zune clipped to your belt with at least one— and often both— earbuds plugged in to drown out the world. You busied yourself with helping the rest of the population repair their homes, enjoying the physical work as it tired you out too much to think about your missing family. When you weren’t working, you were training, which is how you (more officially) met one of the newest members of the Guardians, Adam. It hadn’t been the best first meeting, but that was a story for another time.
You were grateful to him for saving your brother so after he apologized for almost killing you, you forgave him pretty easily. Since you wanted to fill up your free time as much as possible, you offered to help train him because although he had powers, he’d barely been a match for the Guardians during the initial fight. You became close because of this and you found that you enjoyed his myriad of questions. You made sure to always be patient when answering him since you knew that the other Guardians were either too busy or would snap at him.
However, that was about the only good thing that had happened to you since the defeat of the High Evolutionary. The only time you really saw Rocket, Groot, Drax or Nebula was when you helped out around the headquarters or went on a mission, and even that wasn’t the same as it used to be. Rocket was a very different leader than Peter; he was, well, smarter, so that was good, but he had yet to acquire any sort of nurturing or encouraging attitude. When they trained as a team to get used to each other (as they had also added Kraglin and Viola to the group), Rocket would veer towards critical rather than critiquing.
“No, on your left, you idiot! Your other left!”
“You call that aim? Blurp could hit the target better than you!”
And, lastly, “that’s not how Quill would do it!”
Ouch. That one was always aimed at you, for anything Rocket could criticize you for. It didn’t have to just be training; sometimes he took it to ridiculous levels, either for the music you selected or the food you cooked. Anything you did, he compared you to your brother. And of course, you loved Peter; along with the other Guardians, he had saved you and Mantis from Ego and for that alone you would love him, but he had left you terribly big shoes to fill and you weren’t even the leader. You tried to hide how much Rocket’s words affected you— usually by keeping your Zune close at hand to drown him out, but they did get you down.
Even worse was his nickname for you. Although it had once been endearing, “little Quill” now felt like more of an insult— as if he knew you could never measure up to Peter. You never confronted him about this since you knew Rocket had a barbed tongue, but after being abandoned by your siblings, his words seemed to hit you harder than before. So, you kept your distance from him as best you could and tolerated it when you couldn’t.
On this particular day, you had decided to make chocolate chip cookies, which Peter had taught you to make on the first ‘Christmas’ that you’d been with the Guardians. You were really missing your brother so you plugged in your earbuds and started on the familiar recipe. In this instance, the kitchen that you were using was communal, so it was no surprise that someone else walked in on you as you baked. You didn’t notice at first, too lost in the music of Bohemian Rhapsody.
Adam had come into the kitchen after following the sweet scent that had caught his attention. He smiled a little at the sight of you standing at the counter, elbow-deep in. . . something. It was golden in color, although lighter than his skin, and flecked with black. He waved to get your attention but as usual, you were oblivious to your surroundings (and you were a fighter?) so he made his way over to you and tapped you on the shoulder.
Feeling the presence of another person, you turned around to see who it was— if it was anyone worth talking to— and when you saw that it was the (literal) golden boy, you sent him a smile and pulled one earbud out of your ear. “Hey, Adam.”
“Hi,” he replied you, still a little uncertain with less formal greetings. “What are you making? It smells really good.”
“Chocolate chip cookies,” you said. “Peter taught me how to make them. Do you want to try some?”
He looked at what was in the bowl curiously. “What does it taste like?”
“It’s sweet. If you liked the smell I’m sure you’d like the taste. Watch,” you instructed. Then you carefully picked up a small bit that had a chocolate chip in it before you at it. You closed your eyes and hummed at the delicious flavor.
Adam copied your action carefully, even going so far as to close his eyes and make the same sound— and then he repeated it more genuinely as he realized how good it was. You grinned at his reaction. “You like it, huh?” When he nodded, you added, “want to help? I’m almost at the fun part!”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where we make the cookies— this is just the batter,” you explained.
After you both washed your hands, you showed him how to form the batter into matching spheres and line them up on the baking tray. As you worked, you talked about the music you were listening to and even transferred your spare earbud to him so Adam could listen as well. Bohemian Rhapsody had become Starless by the band King Crimson. . . and of their better-known members, Adam Belew. You couldn’t help but find it amusing that Adam had the same name, and that one of the lines was “sundown dazzling day/gold through my eyes.”
As he finished forming one of the last cookies, Adam glanced up to see the hint of laughter in your expression. Although he didn’t know what was funny, he smiled back at you. For some reason that he didn’t understand, he was happy that you were happy; it was an emotion that you didn’t really seem to show that often, so the rare chance that he got to see it only made it more special. Your grin widened at you leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially: “now comes the fun part!”
He frowned with confusion. “I thought making the. . . cookies was the fun part,” he said slowly, trying out the new word.
“Sort of, but everyone knows the fun part is licking the bowl!” you exclaimed happily. “Like this.” You scraped some of the remaining batter together until it was big enough to eat before you popped it into your mouth. Together you made quick work of the remaining batter and then you put the bowl in the sink. You’d started the oven earlier, so it was ready for the tray.
After setting the timer, you made a face. “Now it’s time for the worst part: doing the dishes. Peter hated doing them so much that we usually just put them in the contamination chamber and chucked them out to space,” you explained with a giggle. “If anyone asked why we had to buy so many new dishes we just said that Peter was really clumsy.” You finished the story with a wistful look, remembering all the fun that you and your siblings had had before the Snap had ruined everything.
Adam wasn’t sure if doing the dishes was really that bad, but the happiness that had been present while making the cookies had slipped off your face, so he figured that it must be an arduous task. Wanting to spare you the discomfort, he offered: “I can do them, if you want. You did most of the work anyway.”
His suggestion pulled you back to the present and you shook your head. “You don’t have to. Since this is your first time having cookies you can just enjoy them. Next time you have to help,” you added playfully, covering up your sadness as you always did with humor— you learned that from your brother, after all.
The golden boy allowed a small smile at that, although he’d picked up on your habit. “I can wash and you can dry?”
You agreed, and soon the task was done. While you waited for the cookies to be finished you answered a few more of Adam’s questions. You found his curiosity refreshing after spending so much time with smart-ass, know-it-all teammates that wouldn’t know how to ask question if it slapped them in their face. (And yes, you did love your teammates— that’s why you could call them out on their stubbornness.)
The cookies were done about fifteen minutes later and you took them out to cool for another ten before you took one for yourself and one for Adam. You sat down next to him and bit into the warm dessert, closing your eyes again to enjoy it. As much as you liked the batter, the finished cookie was definitely better. Adam seemed to agree as he made the same sound of enjoyment from before, causing you to open your eyes and grin at him. “Good, huh?”
“Definitely,” he agreed, and he was finished with his cookie before you were done with yours.
You saw him eye the tray greedily, which caused you to laugh. “Go ahead, you can have another one.”
As he did so, the other members of the Guardians entered the room, apparently drawn by the same scent that Adam had smelled. Kraglin took his with a nod of thanks, stuffing one in his mouth as he left the room. Viola took one as curiously as Adam had, seeing as she’d never had a cookie either.
“You can take some to the other kids,” you told her— you’d made a double batch since they were pretty popular, so there was plenty. She thanked you as well and took some extra for her friends.
Then, it was Rocket’s turn. After the rest of his reactions to whatever you did, you found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his opinion. It only took a moment before he pronounced: “not bad, Little Quill.” You perked up at that, eyes wide with hope that you had finally done something right— something that Peter couldn’t do better than you. But Rocket wasn’t done: “not like Quill’s, though.”
You slumped in your chair as he took a few extra, oblivious to the effect his words had on you— but Adam noticed. “I think hers are better than Peter’s,” he spoke up quietly.
“Sure, blondie. You ain’t never tried Quill’s though, so ya don’t have a comparison.”
“I don’t need to,” he insisted, glancing over at you. “I know they’re better.”
Rocket scoffed with disbelief but didn’t bother arguing the point (he knew he was right, anyway), and left the room without so much as a thank you. Adam glanced over at your defeated posture; you’d been so confident and happy moments before the other Guardians had come in, but now you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if Rocket’s careless words had physically hurt you. Normally your recovery time after such an incident would be fast so no one else could pick up  on your feelings, but this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back— if you couldn’t do cookies right, what hope did you have for anything else?
You suddenly felt a warm hand settle on top yours, which had been resting on the counter. You looked up sharply, surprised by the touch— you hadn’t been so much as hugged since Peter and Mantis had left. Adam’s expression was sympathetic, but there was a hint of anger in his golden eyes. “You’re not like Quill,” he said.
Unfortunately, you mistook his words after being so used to Rocket’s insults and looked away. You’d expected this sort of thing from him, not from Adam, and the blow hit you harder than anything Rocket had ever said. “I know,” you snapped, taking your hand away from his. “Thanks for the reminder.”
He gave you a confused look since he wasn’t sure what chord he’d struck to cause your reaction. It dawned on him quickly how his words could have been interpreted and he gently took your hand again as he repeated more firmly: “you’re not like Quill. You’re. . . there isn’t anything to compare. You’re not your brother— Rocket shouldn’t expect the same things from you that he did for Peter.” He hesitated for only moment before he added, “I can. . . talk to him, if you want.”
As he’d spoken, you realized you’d made a mistake and your initial thoughts had been right: Adam wouldn’t use your brother against you. You felt guilty for jumping to conclusions and gave him an apologetic look. Then, his words really sank in; a statement about how special your uniqueness was from someone whose society was literally carbon copies made your face heat up at the impact of his sentiment. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eyes and lowered your gaze to your still-connected hands. “I— thank you,” you said softly. “I just wish Rocket would see that. You don’t have to talk to him— I should be able to do that myself; I’ve been his teammate for longer, after all. But. . . I really appreciate it.”
His expression softened as he squeezed your hand, which inexplicably made your stomach roll nauseously (but in a good way, like when Peter would do loop-the-loops with Milano’s pod.) “Anytime, Little Quill.”
And just like that, â€œlittle Quill” went right back to being an endearing nickname.
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villain-in-love · 5 months ago
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i keep switching between tasks and losing track of what i'm doing but anyway. do you want to answer any more of those pining ask game questions for Liang? because like. i'd like to throw some more at you. âŒđŸš«â“ (@canarycurse)
I'm finally done with this ask! Thank gods.
One one hand, I like receiving asks and talking about my ships, but on the other hand, sometimes questions catch me off guard and I realize that I have no specific answer on hand ready, and therefore I have to sit there and think about it, even when I'm not ready to think about it... (I can't force ideas, they usually just naturally come to me by themselves.)
Anyways, thank you for the ask, and I'm sorry you had to wait for almost the entire summer for me to write down my answers.
đŸš« what was holding you/them back from making a move or confessing your feelings?
If you said that to him, Liang would look at you like you’re an idiot, before gesturing vaguely at the entirety of Zero, being like: “I don’t know, how about common sense???”
Literally, though, getting together with Zero must have been the least sensible decision he ever made in his life, and that’s after he tried to fight Hajime (I'll never let go of that one scene, oh my god, Liang, the idiot that you are...).
1. First of all, it’s a known fact that Zero will never leave this jail (supposedly
) This relationship is going nowhere.
2. After that, Liang is genuinely not sure if he would be able to handle whatever expressions of love Zero could possibly try to inflict on him.
3. He’s still on the fence whether he wants to tie his life with a human-eating monstrosity who doesn’t differentiate right from wrong.
4. He already started letting go of his prejudices, but he still has no idea how to court and approach relationship with women. He knows that there are some expectations. But what exactly is he supposed to do? (Luckily for him, Zero has no expectations and doesn’t give a shit about human dating customs)
5. Does he even want to get into relationship? Especially before he got his life in order? He’s not sure if it’s a good idea to form this kind of attachment.
So as you can see, poor boy went through a major crisis.
Meanwhile Zero was just chilling. She made her intentions and feelings crystal clear from the very start, so she was just waiting to see where it all goes with Liang. The fact that he was clearly going through such an inner turmoil amused her.
❌ did either of you ever try to get rid of your feelings for the other?
Liang tried to persuade himself, thinking about all the awful qualities Zero possesses and why it’s not going to work out, only to end up frustrated that even that wasn’t enough to convince his brain chemistry. Then he tried to simply ignore his crush, hoping that it’s temporary. He doesn’t want to talk about it, he doesn’t want to act out on his unfortunate attraction, he will be shutting down any attempt Zero might make at being inappropriate, and he will be throwing hands with the next person who jokes about him and Zero being a couple.
Liang managed to keep up this attitude for a few years before giving up. And even then he calmed himself by thinking that everything will be over when he gets out of prison anyways (while at the same time dreading the thought of it being over and having to leave Zero).
Zero didn’t want to get rid of her feeling – on the opposite, it was something new and interesting that she wanted to study about herself. However, she did consider that, after she figures out the phenomenon and maybe gets enough of it, she might try to toss it away for convenience. But it’s just her speculations for the future.
❓describe a time one of you did flirt or make a move, only for the other to remain totally oblivious.
I think that for this question, it’s time to pay more attention to Zero. She knows how to flirt in the way humans do, BUT- This time she doesn’t need to hide what she really is. And since she’s aiming for a long-term companionship, it’s better to be herself from the start, right? It’s not like she would be disappointed if Liang doesn't reciprocate anyways.
Yeah, anyways... CANNIBALISM.
There was one time when a brilliant idea came to Zero's head. She told Liang that maybe, if they had a chance, she would have loved to share a meal with him. He doesn't have to kill anyone, obviously – Zero will hunt and bring the body herself. Then they can even cook it (after all, it's unsafe for humans to eat raw meat) and have a dinner together.
And listen, it's not that Liang wasn't able to understand that it was likely Zero making a move on him. However, he was too distracted trying to process WHY WOULD SHE OFFER SUCH THING TO HIM, and how he can avoid it.
As for Zero, her thought process was sound – perhaps if Liang tries her food for himself, they would come to a better understanding and a stronger bond. She wanted him to get over his "prejudices" and realize that "it's just meat".
I guess Zero views it as a cultural exchange of sorts. Meanwhile Liang is going through another crisis upon understanding that this creature really doesn't understand humans morals.
In the end, it all just turned into a long argument regarding the ethics of eating human meat...
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lazyrants · 9 months ago
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My Treehouse (prod 113)
Original airdate: November 11, 2004
Story by Magnus Scheving
Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie, Magnus Scheving
Directed by Magnus Scheving
Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings
Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello
Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Amanda Maddock, Sarah Burgess
My Treehouse is the last episode of LazyTown to air in 2004. From here and the rest of the season you can see a slight increase in quality.
The episode begins with Sportacus timing how long it takes for him to cartwheel and flip into the skutla - approx. 14 seconds. He says that this is too slow for saving people, so he tries again. Twelve seconds. Not much of an upgrade, but it's improvement.
Sportacus visits town to see what the kids are doing, and they're hiding in a treehouse - Ziggy, Stephanie, Trixie & Pixel. They've started a secret treehouse in fear that Stingy will hear about it and try and take it all for himself. He's a young little boy, he can't just take a treehouse.. then he takes the treehouse.
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He doesn't go far because Sportacus grabs hold of the rope he's using to steal the treehouse because 'if they don't want me in the club, I'll just take the club!...house'. So they change their minds, not because they want to, because they don't want to piss Stingy off, and let him join the club. Milford is making an announcement on the loud-speakers and Robbie.. is sleeping. Outside. After two episodes of doing the same goddamn thing he hasn't learned his mistake.
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Anyways, Milford announces a big treehouse building contest with big 'prizes'. Robbie wakes up and decides to listen to the Mayor. I'd just not join, I'm hopeless with building houses. I can't do it in a video game, what makes me think I can do it in real life? Anyways, he announces that they have to be in teams, the best treehouse in town wins, and they get a HUGE trophy.
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Watch the episode yourself to see what it looks like. Might not be as astonishing as you think. Anyways, everyone thinks the trophy is really cool, especially Stingy, who wants it the most. The president has ordered one person to help all teams, and for LazyTown, that person is Sportacus.
Robbie is of course, amazed by the trophy and attempts to steal it, but Bessie yells at him (LOL) and he goes away. The kids start building their treehouse, but Ziggy has a bunch of lollipops in his mouth, and Stingy is too busy looking at the trophy.
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Other then that, he is hogging all the supplies for the tree house (does he WANT that trophy?). Well, at least he's working on the treehouse. Bessie is getting Milford to build it for him while she relaxes (this is just ridiculous now) and Milford almost falls and drops all the wood, but Sportacus pushes a wheelbarrow so Milford doesn't fall on the ground.
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Robbie is also trying hard for that trophy. He is trying his best to build a treehouse but he has no expierence and hurts himself multiple times in the process (smashing a piece of wood with a hammer, making that piece of wood fling onto him, and hitting his hand with a hammer).
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He realizes what a waste of time this is (he should have some kinda invention for this task, but he doesn't think so) and decides to cut the kids tree with an axe. But the axe is rubber and it starts shaking, so he scraps that idea. Then Stingy's hammer flies away and instead of moving away, Robbie covers his head. Luckily, Sportacus is there and he catches the hammer. There are two more minutes remaining and the treehouse looks pretty good, the kids perform Teamwork, and Bessie is reading the headline of Lazy Town News: "LAZYTOWN SPRING IN THE AIR". What a boring newspaper. I genuinely don't know why she's always reading the newspaper in this season.
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The time is finally up and what's left to do is to send the photos in to the president and see who wins the day after. Sportacus is the man taking the photos and he's wearing a red cloth on his face. Maybe to divert attention? Or to not get hit by the flames?
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Bessie does a closeup to the camera, so you can't even see all the hard work that Milford did. Not to mention the photos are black and white (I'm no color expert, but I am pretty sure color photos existed in 2004), so the painting of the treehouse was useless. And Robbie says 'Cheddar' when Sportacus tells him to say 'Cheese'. LOL!
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Despite how terrible his treehouse, Robbie still thinks he will win, and he mails the letter in along with everyone else. Anyways, Stingy can't handle the idea of someone getting given the trophy (jeez, it's like there's the secret to life in this trophy) and he rips up the photo so only him and the treehouse can be seen.
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More proof that if Stingy is your favourite character, you're a 'fan' who discovered the show in 2017 after We are Number One and The Mine Song and have only watched 3 episodes. Anyways, the winner 'Stingy' is announced the next day and Robbie is on the verge of crying. He did put in a lot of effort and Stingy did almost nothing.
Everyone is unhappy with Stingy (well, maybe not the Mayor considering he doesn't know what Stingy did until Trixie tells everybody), but he is just happy he got the damn trophy. I respect the grind, but I don't respect lying about it.
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He goes to the treehouse with the trophy, and they want answers. He says that it's his treehouse because he 'owns' everything used to build it, excluding Stephanie's flower pot, which he throws out. (What a jerky move) So they leave him alone.
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To take Stingy off their minds, they play a game of basketball and some of Pixel's video games while Stingy plays ping pong, rock paper scissors, and chess.. alone. He lures Ziggy into visiting the treehouse (Siggi SĂŠti from 'Let's Go, LazyTown!' (1997) is background music) with candy which is pretty smart. He says he can have tons of candy if he plays with him, but Ziggy declines so Stingy turns the handle and breaks it.
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I like how we can see he feels remorse for his actions but doesn't want to show it. It's good writing. Robbie is watching and he sees the trophy and decides to steal it in the mailbox costume and Stingy eventually decides to leave the treehouse (to go apologize), but he nearly falls off and now he's in trouble.
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Stephanie hears his yells and convinces Trixie to save him. What character development! She climbs up the tree and tries to grab his hand, but the trophy distracts her and she almost falls until Stingy grabs her hand.
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Robbie finally sees his chance to get the trophy (which is in multiple broken parts, but to each their own) but he falls over a leftover piece of wood, and Sportacus has just came to save the two.
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Sportacus has saved the two (hip hip hooray), but Robbie is still lying on the ground in his mailbox, and the treehouse is about to fall on him. Thus comes more proof of the power of Sports Candy.
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THAT'S RIGHT. HE HOLDS AN ENTIRE TREE HOUSE UP. Anyways, the gang make up, they sing Bing Bang and Robbie is in the lair with the trophy. He polishes it and takes care of it.. then he falls apart.
THE END.
8/10. Amazing lesson.
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hesmiledlikeaweatherman · 2 years ago
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The High School AU Part 1
These are headcanons to go along with Sorry, I Didn't Know I Had To Stay The Same
I used makowka's oc maker on Picrew for the profiles
The Sand Fam
Rasa: Age: 45 Occupation: Former Military (Lieutenant General), current Diplomat
Following the death of his wife, Rasa sought out help from his brother-in-law to care for his children, and after Yashamaru's death, turned to a former co-worker, Baki, to ensure their safety. Having lost her, after several runs of miscarriages, and left with three children, one of whom was in very poor health, he found himself unable to cope with the stress of keeping up a household and appearances, and threw himself into his work.
Rasa currently travels the world on missions that are, for the most part, classified. He rarely comes home, almost purely to keep up appearances now, and has a strained relationship with all three of his children.
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Temari: Age: 17 (birthday August 23, will turn 18 after graduation) Occupation: Student, no specific thoughts on post-graduate career yet
As the oldest sibling, Temari takes it upon herself to take care of her brothers -- more than Baki would like her to, sometimes. She is hard-headed, dedicated, and has spent a lot of time learning what needs to be done to make sure their household works well. Potentially a side-effect of her changes in caregivers throughout early childhood, or maybe it's just a type-A personality.
Temari keeps good grades, loves participating in sports, and while she doesn't know exactly what she wants to do with her life, she knows she wants to do a Business Management degree when she enters college.
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Kankuro: Age: 16 (birthday May 15, will turn 17 before entering his Senior Year) Occupation: Student, wants to follow his dreams of making puppets and dolls, but changes specifics frequently
Saying that Kankuro has middle-child syndrome is a bit of an understatement. Constantly overshadowed by his high achieving sister and sickly, high needs younger brother, he found himself diving into his hobbies and hyperfixations.
Unfortunately, due to his siblings' needs, his ADHD went unmedicated until Baki had him assessed at age 8, and later when he came out as trans there was a large push-back from Rasa as to what treatment he could and should be able to access. Luckily, largely thanks to Baki's help, Kankuro is starting to thrive.
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Gaara: Age: 14 (birthday January 19) Occupation: Student, currently more focused on surviving than any future career plans
They were referred to as a 'difficult child' for their first few years, until receiving an autism diagnosis at three, which got them the early interventions they needed to be able to thrive alongside their siblings. And while they didn't exactly 'thrive' by societal standards, their quality of life went way up, and they started meeting missed milestones.
Now, they have a collection of plants (mainly cacti), a solid group of friends, and they are building up their communication repertoire by adding AAC devices, text-to-speech software, and some basic sign when it is desperately called for.
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Baki: Age: 39 Occupation: Retired Military (General), current Bodyguard-Nanny-Tutor-Chef-Chauffer
Baki has always liked to live in the shadows -- always a few steps behind the spotlight. He only made it to General because of the potential Rasa saw in him, and found himself suddenly wishing for retirement after a particularly bad situation occurred.
But of course, he couldn't remain still -- and when he was approached by Rasa and offered a position, he found himself unable to refuse.
Now, he works as the primary caregiver to Rasa's children. Really, the only caregiver for them. And he has found, contrary to what he initially believed, that he loves these kids. He would do anything for them. And if that means sticking up to his employer for their well-being, so be it.
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vardasvapors · 2 years ago
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The next day we still had access. In pliant obsequiousness to theory, the cathode jar was almost full of gas; the anode jar was half full: I brought this to Enrico’s attention, giving myself as much importance as I could, and trying to awaken the suspicion that, I won’t say electrolysis, but its application as the confirmation of the law of definite proportions, was my invention, the fruit of patient experiments conducted secretly in my room. But Enrico was in a bad mood and doubted everything. “Who says that it’s actually hydrogen and oxygen?” he said to me rudely. “And what if there’s chlorine? Didn’t you put in salt?” The objection struck me as insulting: How did Enrico dare to doubt my statement? I was the theoretician, only I: he, although the proprietor of the lab (to a certain degree, and then only at second hand), indeed, precisely because he was in a position to boast of other qualities, should have abstained from criticism. “Now we shall see,” I said: I carefully lifted the cathode jar and, holding it with its open end down, lit a match and brought it close. There was an explosion, small but sharp and angry, the jar burst into splinters (luckily, I was holding it level with my chest and not higher), and there remained in my hand, as a sarcastic symbol, the glass ring of the bottom. We left, discussing what had occurred. My legs were shaking a bit; I experienced retrospective fear and at the same time a kind of foolish pride, at having confirmed a hypothesis and having unleashed a force of nature. It was indeed hydrogen, therefore: the same element that burns in the sun and stars, and from whose condensation the universes are formed in eternal silence.
— Primo Levi, The Periodic Table, "Hydrogen" tr. Raymond Rosenthal, 1984
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littleharpethcrossfit · 1 year ago
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Tuesday, 19 December, 2023.
It was a brisk 42 degrees. Herb complained so many times that Dana warned him that he would be ridiculed in this blog. Was that a Nordic ski-hat that Herb was wearing?
Warmup
3 Rounds
10 Small Banded Thrusters
5 Pull-Ups
I should give participants some kind of reward for doing the warmup.
Strength
Back Squats: 5 / 4 / 3 / 2 / 1 / 1
Aiden=315 Ed/Chase=295 Dana/Herb=235 Paul=205 Tom=185 Coach=175 Kayla/Sue/Elisa=105 Linda=85 Joe/Lew=75 Shannon=late
WOD
12 Minute Cap
Run 400 / Row-Ski 500 / Bike 1000m
18 Thrusters (95/75/45)
Run 400 / Row-Ski 500 / Bike 1000m
15 Thrusters (115/85/55)
Run 400 / Row-Ski 500 / Bike 1000m
SCORE: MAX THRUSTERS (135/95/65) IN TIME LEFT.
Lew=48 Ed=41* Sue=34 Chase=32* Herb*/Dana=20** Coach=19 Tom=18 Kayla/Joe/Elisa*=15 Shannon=10 Aiden=8 Paul/Linda=0
Extra Credit: Anyhow Dips 5 / 5 / 5 / 5 / 5
Akin to the warmup, participants should get special notation.
Notes:
As ironic and ludicrous as any event could be, a traffic cone was this evening driven over once again. The ironic part is that the very self-same person who tore one up a few weeks ago, today ran over the replacement that he so readily purchased for the Barn. Luckily for him, the replacement ones he bought are of far better quality and stood the test his luxury Lexus. BTW, these new ones are much taller and have reflective tape, which begs the question "How can they be missed?"
While researching today's WOD (which should shock my detractors), I noticed that the exact same WOD had a Cap of 10, 12, or 14 minutes at various boxes. Therefore I sacrificed my healthy well-being earlier in the day by doing a test run. I was able to have 90 seconds remaining under a 12 minute cap, which is why I gave LHCF athletes the 12 minute cap. Everyone got to post scores except Miss Linda and Paul. Sad for them.
Chase brought me some Anna-Christmas-cookies. I know she meant them all for me, but several ants came to the picnic table and made off with most of them. Miss Linda and I both got one, and it was delicious. Why did Miss Linda blame me for the ants ??
This Thursday is truly not any special occasion. The 21st of December is the Winter Solstice, which means that the Earth has reached its maximal tilt in relation to the Sun. Herb can draw great comfort knowing that from that day forward, the days are getting longer and the nights shorter. We will have to keep Herb ignorant of the fact that Spring, The Vernal Equinox, is not until 20 March, and Baseball season is still far away.
But for some reason I want Thursday to be a better than usual wine tasting. Not so fabulous as last Thursday (The Mexican Buffet) but nice. Not because Miss Linda's Birthday is only 2 days away (hint), but maybe because it's almost Christmas Eve. Do I really need a reason ?? Never-The-Less (I like to say that), the party will be in the warm indoors of the Barn, and I will bring the best wines of 2023.
Thursday at 4 PM.
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slowtravelingcat · 1 year ago
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The cat den and living like a local
Monday, October 19th, 2020 
CAL - It’s Monday afternoon and I am preparing to emerge from underneath the couch, a place that I have recently dubbed as the cat den. Ever since last Wednesday, I’ve been spending more time here than usual. Allow me to start from the beginning.  
The last week started out pretty relaxing for us both. At first, I had some excess cuddling to get out of my system. It was embarrassing, but the large, bald one received me with open arms.
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After only a few days, we were starting to settle back into our normal routines, when something truly abhorrent occurred in the kitchen.
It was Wednesday and Michele was cooking a new kind of food. I was enjoying the smell and soft simmering sound that it produced, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the loudest sound that I have ever heard came screaming out of every wall of the camper. At first, I froze and then I ran into the cat den. The sound stopped almost as quickly as it started, but it echoed in my delicate cat ears for the rest of the day and into the night. 
The next day, I noticed the same smell coming from the kitchen and I quickly retreated into my den just in time for the sound to come back a second time. Luckily this time around, I was already safe, but the sound was just as piercing.
Now I remain on constant watch and each time I see her enter the kitchen I take to my den, just in case. As of today, we’ve been 3 days without incident, but I remain vigilant. 
MICHELE - It’s Sunday afternoon and I am lounging in the camper after a lovely weekend of staying in Meadview. I’d almost forgotten how wonderful doing nothing can be!
I started off with Netflix on Friday night and then slept in on Saturday morning. Later that day, I decided to venture into town for brunch and picked the Boathouse, one of the two restaurants, located here. When I arrived, I was shown to an outdoor table with a truly amazing view. I had the whole patio to myself and enjoyed a slow breakfast, with coffee as spectacular as the view. I spent the afternoon playing around on my computer and then played online board games with friends in the evening. 
Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday, except I went to the other restaurant, which is called the Anchor Smokehouse. My lunch there was iced tea and a plate of smoked brisket. I found the food to be just as amazing as the Boathouse (though, sadly, it lacked a view).
I also have to admit that it was great to finally have some quality time with my friend Cal. We were able to work in some extra cuddle time near the beginning of the week, something that we both needed, in order to make up for last time for the previous two weekend trips.
There's just one thing that is perplexing me, though. Lately, he has developed a strange habit of hiding under the couch every time I cook. I wonder where that's coming from?  
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elementalladymallorie · 2 years ago
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Small Moments and Small Gestures that Make a Home
Ice Ice Baby
Next on the list is Zoro, and the SBS question of Ice Crunching.
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Everyone has a habit that could be considered annoying for the noise it makes or how it looks. After awhile though, you either start to put to the back of your mind or they even become an endearing trait of that person. Or one they use to annoy you to no ends despite learning to live with it.
It’s not necessarily an overly annoying habit per say, Zoro can think of a handful of habits that are worse. Most things that the perverted cook does top the list really. 
However, it’s an odd habit and can get irritating at times, only really when the people that did it decided to be extremely obnoxious about it.  
It started with Luffy, when it was just a three-man crew that was barely much of anything in the grand scheme of things. They’d been enjoying a meal, when at the end of it Luffy had decided to eat the ice left over in his drink. Literally ate it, crunching loudly and everything. Nami had yelled at him for being rude or something, while Zoro just kind of looked at him like he was a little crazy. 
It wasn’t that important really, and besides everyone had little quirks, right? 
Then they got Usopp, not long after and the Merry with their own kitchen. The same thing happened, and Nami sighed and Zoro remained unbothered about it until Usopp also joined in and was crunching right alongside Luffy. 
That got a side-eye from both non-crunchers, and a shrug from the two crunchers. 
When they gained their new cook, it was a relief to know that he was also not an ice cruncher. One of his few redeeming qualities that Zoro would never admit, out loud, that he had. 
Somehow from that a chart was made and an almost competitive argument was born. It was three to two in favor for not crunching on ice, and Usopp was the only one really arguing for crunching because Luffy couldn’t honestly be bothered and was content to do his own thing. 
They got Chopper next, and it turned out the reindeer also chewed on his ice. It was almost easy to believe it was probably for nostalgia or something similar. At least until someone, Usopp, convinced him to crunch as loudly as he could at the same time Luffy and Usopp did.  
The numbers were even then, three to three, and Zoro was slowly beginning to hate the noise every time the three of them managed to synchronize the crunching to be as loud as possible.  
He might need to find a way to get back at Usopp for that one. He’s pretty sure Nami and the perverted cook would help. 
Robin was a surprising addition, both in being a member of the crew and the fact that she also crunched ice. Luckily, she didn’t join in when the other three decided to be obnoxious about it. 
Nami was beginning to wonder if it was devil fruit thing, and Zoro was almost tempted to believe it and that Usopp was just an odd ball.  
It was three to four though, and for some reason it was almost like a challenge had been set. 
Franky, despite all of his eccentricities and general odd demeanor, did not crunch his ice.  It equaled them out to four to four, and honestly just like the rest of them Franky did not understand the urge the other four had. 
It had gotten so common place that Zoro was beginning to regulate it to background noise, another common place on the crew and their ships as much as the ships rigging swaying and creaking, as Sanji’s heavy footsteps as he cooks or Chopper’s hooves clacking in place of shoes, or as common as any noise that was just a part of the everyday life. 
If Zoro wanted to focus on it, he’d probably wonder when that happened but there were way more important things to focus on and it wasn’t that big a deal really. 
Regardless of any on going arguments or conversations they were having about it.  
They find their ninth member with Brook, and Zoro really really wanted to know how exactly they managed to find a living skellington and managed to recruit him. He’d chalk it up to the fact that Devil Fruits were just plain weird and would never make sense to anyone but those who ate them, and even then, it didn’t even make sense. 
He’d apparently missed it, too busy resting and being unconscious after the fight with Kuma. A fight that would never be discussed in detail beyond one happening, of course. But Brook also crunched ice, which was somehow more disturbing considering you could entirely see Brook’s teeth. 
He also would join in on being just as loud and obnoxious as Luffy or Usopp would be, which was only slightly forgivable due to the fact that he had no actual mouth to muffle the noise. 
It took time but Zoro moved it to background noise as well, was fully onboard with Nami’s theory that Devil Fruits may be a factor, and quietly grumbled about the fact it was four to five again. 
It was a much longer time before they got their final member. Two years before Luffy asked, and longer before their newest crewmate officially joined. Then everything decided to go sideways and they couldn’t really have any discussions about their potential (future) crewmate. 
There was so much going on with the Wano situation that it took even longer before Jinbei got to go home, to Sunny, with them. No one had even thought about it, until finally they were all settled at home as they made their way towards their next adventure.  
It was a tense moment, one that shouldn’t have been when Jinbei had his first meal with the crew on the Sunny.  
No one was trying to be obvious about the fact they were watching, well those that were actually paying attention of course, trying to find out where Jinbei fell on the ice crunching chart.  
It was a big surprise when the fishman did neither expected reaction, and swallowed ice cubes whole.  
The chaos was immediate, and an argument broke out between the curly cook and Usopp about which it actually counted as. Usopp was arguing passionately that swallowing shouldn’t count as not crunching, because it was a completely different thing and should have its own category. Sanji was yelling back just as loudly that Usopp’s argument was bullshit and it definitely counted as not crunching because that was the whole point of this stupid argument. 
Robin eventually took pity on Jinbei and explained quietly to the confused fishman what the everyone was talking about. The fishman was maybe a little confused but accepted the oddities of their crew with a grace similar to Robin’s own. 
Franky was laughing as loudly as Luffy and Chopper were about the whole situation, while Nami looked simply done with it and Brook slurped at his tea. 
Zoro leaned back, ignoring a good chunk of the arguing and merely thought that at least it was even now. They had five in each category. He still didn’t get it, even tried it once to help sell a disguise and didn’t get the appeal at all, but that’s where they all fell and it would just be a normal thing on Sunny. 
At least as long as no one tried to remember if Vivi crunched her ice as well or not.  
That would be an even longer argument, and it wasn’t going to be worth all the yelling.  Maybe they should ask Traffy or Kidd about their preferences too, if for nothing more than their own entertainment and more proof for Nami’s theory.
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kouslut · 2 years ago
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Though he thought it rather childish, and admittedly hysterical, that anyone should be that concerned with the idea of a staged kiss, regardless of how much sense it made when he tried to rationalize it through the eyes of someone who'd never kissed before, Kousuke still found the boy's fidgety and almost scandalized reaction to be somewhat endearing- and once again he thought there might have been a quality to the kid that he'd entirely overlooked during the audition that someone in the casting crew had probably bet on when nominating him as their pick, a sort of natural charm that all underdogs possessed, the type that always made you root for them. It seemed that the more he was pushed, the more that sort of half-despairing and half-determined expression came out- and it was one hell of a face, for a camera. He made a mental note of it, as something to make use of during shootings.
He personally had no qualms or reservations regarding certain matters- kisses, nude shots, whatever. He was a product to be sold, head to toe, he'd knowingly become one the moment he'd signed his first modelling contract and he was fine enough with presenting the most marketable part of him like a consumable good still: he wasn't going to pretend he felt any particular way about it just to quell the anxieties of a newbie- someone who, whether he realized it or not, was just about in the same position, if only without having reached the stage of demand violently overpowering supply. The thing was that, if someone thought they could hinge a drama on making an audience want to see the two of them, Setagawa Masahiro and Ohshiba Kousuke, kiss on screen, then there definitely was the chance he'd get there, and the man was actually rather willing to share the spotlight in that sense. He knew why he appealed to the wider audiences- the kid wasn't going to pose any actual competition whether he had a big fanbase or not: if anything he'd end up making his own charms shine through all the more.
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... Ah, he didn't actually want to ponder the technicalities too much. As clear as it was that Masahiro was not that kind of person, that he was as every bit as genuine and inexperienced as he seemed at a glance, it was still hard to turn off the part of his professional brain that fully expected to be sized up by everyone around him and knew far too well his only weapon to combat that was his over-analysis of people and situations in turn, the one thing that had always allowed him to come up on top. He wasn't considered a good actor for nothing, after all. He knew where his talents lay: in aligning himself perfectly with the will of the director and marketing teams, and making sure no production fell through by keeping a close eye even on the weakest of links. Figuring out why an actor had been cast as his co-star was only part of his job, properly understanding them and their strengths and purposefully playing them up was the most integral part of his job- and the one that would allow him to make a show into a genuine success, as well as possibly provide a bump to his co-lead's career.
... It wasn't going to be easy, though, since Masahiro hadn't even been told how a production or briefings worked, apparently. Luckily for him, he was surprisingly patient when it came to explaining things- and hopefully good enough to prepare the guy for what was to come in the short time that remained, though the schedule for the day was going to be relaxed enough.
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As he finally came to a stop in front of the vending machines and pulled out his coin pouch and pressed around the buttons to get himself another can of coffee for during the meeting, he began his brief explanation. "In a few minutes, yes," he responded matter-of-factly, trying to hold up a smile to imply that no, answering such questions didn't bother him. "Since it's the first official day on the production for many, you can expect everyone to be there, reps of the technical departments and actors alike, minor as their role may be." He bent down to grab his can as the beeping sound of the machine announced that it was ready for the taking, and immediately put it between his arm and his torso to be free to use both his hands for the second drink to come. He gazed upwards towards Masahiro. "It's mostly a formality, today, I mean. It's so that everyone can get to know who they'll be working with and meet face to face, and indeed we'll do a read-through of the first episode's script," he confirmed. "But today's also the day some will decide whether they respect you and your role or of they plan to step over you. Just as a warning. Be yourself as long as yourself is professional enough- you should be fine, if you do as you did during the audition."
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Finally, after his little speech which he knew would incite panic in the boy came to a close, Kousuke rose back up to his feet, and made an attempt to show his unspoken support with a smile, and a silly question. "So, sparkling or still?"
So he had a lot of experience then. That wasn't exactly surprising. On set or off, the man clearly could have his pick of anyone he wanted and they would obviously agree to whatever form of intimacy he asked for without hesitation. Before Masahiro, he probably hadn't had a single complaint or worry sent his way about something like this. It once again made him feel pathetic that he was worried about screwing it up, but at the same time he was relieved. Even if he had no experience or wasn't any good at it, Kousuke would probably have had more than enough practice to make it okay. Having him as his partner for his first kiss was somewhat of a relief.
And if he was honest with himself, more than a bit appealing.
But yeah, he had given some really good advice! Even if he had never kissed anyone before, he could definitely act like he was willing. All he had to do was look at those lips, that beautiful mole just underneath them, and that was pretty much all it would take. How could anyone, man or woman, say they were unwilling when faced with the prospect of kissing Kousuke Ohshiba? Certainly not him, that was for sure.
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Not that he would admit that to the man. He didn't want to be branded a creeper or something. It wasn't like it was the reason he had taken this job. It was just a... perk? Maybe?
Embarrassed by the direction his thoughts had taken, Masahiro figured he'd shamed himself enough in front of his new coworker and decided to change the subject.
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"So, are we supposed to head into the meeting room soon?" Their conversation had taken a lot more time than he had first imagined it would, and he wasn't that interested in being late on his first day. "I heard we might do a table read for the first episode. Does that mean some of the other cast members will be showing up too?"
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mochikeiji · 4 years ago
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Looking Like U Got Me
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Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ïżœïżœïżœ(^o^)"
55. "You look like my husband/wife"
56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"
↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader
↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff
↬ Word Count: 1.7k
↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!
↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!
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All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.
Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.
Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.
Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.
The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.
Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.
Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after  pressing a kiss on your skin.
"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.
"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.
"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.
This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"
It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.
If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.
"You look like my wife."
The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.
He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.
Sad to think of it that way.
"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"
Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.
"...ter"
Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.
"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."
You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.
Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.
"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.
He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.
Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.
He knew he's made the right choice.
"You really do look like my wife. My future."
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nifaswriting · 2 years ago
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Hey there u cutie :3 I came across your blog and I totally fell for your writing 💞 Can I request something for Smoker? Modern AU Headcanons or the "Love with XX is..." would be awesome! Please choose what you are more comfy with. Have a wonderful day 💕
Hello there, beloved ! Your request made my day, I'm very happy to know you enjoy my writing ! I hope you'll like this as well ♄
I chose the modern au because I got inspired, but you'll probably see the "love with" serie with Smoker at some point 'cause this man has me on chockhold, it's not even healthy...
Anyway, enjoy the little headcanons and have an amazing day as well ! ♄
P.S. : I made this waaaaay longer than expected haha ! Also, slight TW for mention of injuries, nothing bad don't worry, just thought I would put it, just in case ♄
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Smoker modern AU headcanons :
To start somewhere, I strongly believe Smoker used to be in the army when he was younger, probably around his early/mid-twenties or something
His long life dream since he was a little kid was to serve his country and bring some kind of justice to this world he thought was way too unfair sometimes
But my thoughts is that he got involved into some traumatic near-death experience (more than likely the day he got that big scar on his face) at the beginning of his thirties
The recovering process was painful, yet his not-so-infamous will made it a little eaiser for him to endure
It also helped that he met you at that time : you quickly became his anchor when he felt like his determination was slipping through his fingers during hardest times
After everything got better for him, Smoker decided to quit the army to be able to start a long life with you by his side ♄
Back to the present we go !
Smoker now works for some kind of big lawyer company, either as a lawyer himself or as one of the big heads
He found in this new job a way to accomplish his dream while also trying to balance work and private life
Emphasize on trying...
This man works A LOT and he works so hard all the time it's giving him grey hair
Haha, get it ? Because his hair's white and stuff...
Most of the time, he comes home later than he first intended to
"I'll be back around eight tonight." is what he texts you, but you know he won't be there until 10pm or even later sometimes
And when he gets home, you're almost always already asleep because, as much as you love him, you too need your daily rest
Honestly, he can't blame you, and deep inside, he feels horrible that he's not spending enough quality time with you at home
Same goes for mornings : he gets up very early and usually you're still sleeping, so he just gets ready in silent, kisses you softly and leaves without a noise
Luckily for you, there are times when he's not so busy and you bet he's going to spend every single free minutes he's got with you, either at home or by taking you out
Nothing is too much when it comes to you, and somehow he loves spoiling you just a little bit when he has the chance
You want to try that new restaurant you saw on your way to work ? He's already booking a table for you both. You need new shoes or new clothes ? He's taking you on a shopping session. You want to stay home and cuddle him all day ? Watch a cheesy movie while eating take-out ? Fine by him, for your sake, he'll accept anything.
It's his way of showing you how much he cares despite not being there a lot
Such a sweet man ♄
Please though, if he's in one of his busy periods and you get the chance, visit him at work, he'll be the happiest man in the world
He doesn't look like it, his face remaining neutral the all time if not for the slightest of smiles curling the corner of his lips, but the moment he sees you walking past his office's door, his frown softens
It immediately lightens his mood and makes his day 100 times better
Bonus if you brings him something he enjoys like his favorite food/snacks or flowers (yes, he loves flowers, who would have thought ?)
On rare occasions, when both your schedules allow it, he offers you to eat lunch together, either at one of your workplaces or at a restaurant
Sometimes, your coworkers or Tashigi join you two intentionally and Smoker gets all grumpy because they're interrupting his precious alone time with you
Please, when it's just you two afterwards, give him a big kiss to get rid of his bad mood before returning to work, it'll help him feel better ♄
He's in fact just a big busy baby man, but you love him and he loves you dearly
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doriloco · 2 years ago
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Jealousy [Thoma x Jealous!reader]
Reader has been listening some unpleasant rumors about the relationship between their boyfriend and one of the most important men in Inazuma

A/n: this is so dramatic for no reason, reader is a little bit toxic and intense, MISCOMUNICATION, angst? Fluff? Comfort? Ayato is not bad.
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Time passes much slower when you wait, it's as if the entire universe had decided to stop on purpose only to torture you a little longer.
Sitting in the dining room of your house, with a new kimono that cost you a considerable amount of mora and a dinner that was getting cold, you were waiting for your boyfriend, that blonde with emerald eyes that you loved madly, but who lately seemed to be much more busy than usual.
You knew well that his job was very demanding, since you met him it had been like that and you understood it... but lately he seemed to have many more tasks, there were days he didn't even come home and when you tried to find out why he just tried to calm you down by saying that "there was a lot of work, but soon everything would be back to normal" which seemed more and more distant.
You even came to question if he did it on purpose.
Several weeks had passed since the last time you had some quality time, so tonight you wanted to do something special for him, a candlelit dinner with his favorite dishes that you prepared by yourself, they weren't the best and they didn't compare to his cooking, but at least they seemed edible.
You waited for an hour or two sitting at that desolate table, looking anxiously at the door, hoping that your beloved Thoma would walk through that door and sit with you, but that never happened. In the end you resigned yourself, blew out the candles and saved the Kimono for another time.
To your surprise, soon after, Thoma came home. You felt almost as happy as a dog when it sees its owner again "Thoma, you came!" You jumped into his arms excitedly, and although he responded to your hug, he didn't do it with the same fervor "What are you doing up so late?" It was the only thing he said after spending the whole day away from you "I was waiting for you, do you want to have dinner?" You saw how his surprised expression completely changed to one of concern "s-sorry I already had dinner, my lord Ayato insisted me to stay, that's why I'm late"
Kamisato Ayato, the commissioner, the leader of the Kamisato clan and perhaps one of the most important people in all of Inazuma. Every time that name came out of his mouth you felt like something burnt inside you "I see
" you let go and turned around, you couldn't hide the great disappointment you felt "but, I can accompany you, if you haven't eaten yet" you shook your head. "Don't worry, I already had dinner too" you lied, the truth is that your hunger had disappeared.
Thoma walked behind you, although it was late, he didn't want to see you down, so he tried to cheer up the atmosphere by telling you a little about his day, that always made you feel better, but he didn't count on the fact that every time he mentioned that name your mind wandered to the land of doubt and you stopped listening.
"...in the end, Mr. Ayato fixed everything, luckily" your blank look and your coldness did not go unnoticed by Thoma "y/n, are you alright?" He sat next to you at the foot of the bed and at that moment you abruptly came out of your thoughts, you wanted to tell him so many unpleasant things about Ayato, but you preferred to remain silent, he was surely tired "it's nothing
 I'm just tired" you smiled to make him believe the lie, but Thoma didn't believe it, he knew you well enough to know when you were okay and when you lied "Are you sure you're okay?"
You snuggled with your back to him "yes, I'm fine. Good night Thoma"
Thoma was still not convinced by your answer, but he didn't want to force you to say something you might not be ready to say. He just gave you a kiss on the forehead and snuggled up next to you "sorry for being so late, the committee has a lot of work lately, but I promise everything will be back to normal soon" you would have believed him if it wasn't the third time this week he arrived past midnight, so you just nodded and turned to "sleep."
Actually you couldn't stop thinking about Ayato and Thoma's relationship, you knew that they were very close, almost like brothers, and that they both fully trusted each other, besides, you knew Ayato and you knew that he wasn't a bad person. You were grateful that he cared for Thoma as much as you did
 but there was something, a very dark feeling that made you burn inside, that made you doubt him and Thoma, because after all, Thoma spent more time with him than with you.
But all those thoughts are nothing more than falsehoods created by your tired mind, right?


The next day Thoma left early in the morning even though he had arrived quite late the day before, you still didn't question him because you knew how committed he was to his work.
And with Ayato.
You erased all the negative thoughts from your mind and headed towards the adventurer's guild stand, who knows what kind of extraordinary orders Katherine had received.
By mere chance, an adventurer you knew arrived at the same time as you "Good morning y/n, you came earlier than usual today" she smiled at you "May I ask why?" You didn't know how to answer that and you couldn’t tell if she was asking about something in particular, so you just humored her "I figured I'd finish fast if I got there a little earlier" you smiled back, but the girl didn't seem satisfied.
"How is Thoma? I haven't seen him around here for a while" she asked again, it was obvious that she wanted to know something in particular, but you weren't going to fall for it.
"He’s busy with his work in the commission" you answered without giving it more importance. You pretended to ignore her.
But the girl wasn't going to give up that easily, she wanted more and she was going to get it at any cost "oh, I see, Commissioner Ayato keeps him very busy, doesn't he?"
Your body stopped, your hands froze, again that dark feeling corroded you inside. You turned to see your partner trying to appear calm although your desperate look gave you away "What do you mean?"
The woman giggled "Don't take this the wrong way sweetheart, I've only heard things" at this point, you were already at your limit.
"What things?"
"That they are together all the time, that Thoma does everything that Ayato asks of him, even that Ayato feeds him strange things, they say that they are together" each word was like fuel for the fire inside you. You didn't have any proof that Ayato and Thoma were together, but the simple fact that Thoma seemed to find excuses to spend more time on the commission was enough to make you imagine things.
You didn't know what to do or how to act, you knew that the smartest thing to do was to ask Thoma directly and let him defend himself, but something told you that he would deny everything, nothing would change and you would stay where you are now. There was no way to find out the truth, unless...
"Y/n" Fortunately, Katherine broke into your increasingly invasive thoughts "I have an assignment for you" you looked at her and nodded for her to continue "you must go to Dragonspine for 3 pieces of scarlet agate and stellar silver" the only thing that popped to your head at that time was a big What?
"How specific
 May I know who posted the assignment?" Katherine smiled and shook her head "sorry, the person insisted on remaining anonymous, but don't worry, they also insisted on covering all your expenses during the trip" she handed you a bag full of blackberries, more than enough to get you to and from Mondstat.
You had no choice but to accept the assignment. You went back home to get ready since you were going to leave that same afternoon, but while you were looking for your winter clothes you realized something: someone, with enough money to send you away, asked the Adventurers Guild to specifically send you to one of the Teyvat's most dangerous places to look for extremely strange materials... it was as if someone wanted to get rid of you.
And at the moment, you only knew one person in Inazuma who would do something like that...
Kamisato Ayato.
You fell to your knees at the thought that it could all have been a plan by Ayato and probably Thoma to send you away and stop getting in their way. Defeated, you accepted that you had nothing left but to accept that Thoma loved another and walk away so that those two could be happy.
Still, you didn't want to leave without saying goodbye.
You packed all your things and wrote him a farewell note:
Thoma,
I understand that your feelings for me have changed and that now the owner of your heart is Mr. Ayato.
However, sending me away to get rid of me was absolutely unnecessary, if you had told me the truth from the beginning I would have understood, I would not have tied you to me and I would have set you free from that moment on. I've always wanted your happiness, even if it means letting you go with your true love.
Although I don't feel well right now, I wish you both to be very happy.
-Y/n


At the Kamisato estate, the commissioner and his faithful servant were quietly discussing the plan they had been devising for weeks.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay with all this?" The servant asked with some anguish while the commissioner accompanied him to the door "What will happen if you need me?"
"Go easy Thoma, we'll manage, you and Y/n need this vacation, plus you've been wanting to go back to Mondstat for a long time and this is the ideal time to do it"
The blond smiled, he didn't know how to thank his lord for the well-deserved vacation he was giving him. He had spent weeks preparing everything for his absence, the days were going between washing extra clothes, teaching Ayaka the basics of cooking and solving some unfinished business in the city, all to spend a long vacation without worries in his hometown with his beloved Y/n.
But of course, he hadn't mentioned this to them, it was supposed to be a surprise. He even sent an errand to the Adventurers Guild to mislead them and surprise them when they both arrive at the port.
"You should go now, they must already be waiting for you" Thoma nodded, thanked him again and said goodbye to the siblings.
Once at home he felt a silence and a very heavy aura "My dear, I'm back" he said, but there was no answer. He entered their room and saw the mess that Y/n had left, the closet was wide open and all the clothes were messy on the bed and floor. For a moment he thought the worst, but remembered that there were no signs of being forced on the door and nothing else in the house looked like that, so he assumed that Y/n was in a hurry and didn't give it any more importance.
Until he saw the note on the table.
He felt his heart clench with each word as a lump formed in his throat, they had misunderstood everything and now threatened to never return.
He left as fast as he could towards the port of Ritou, where he managed to see Y/n with their head down and dull in the distance.
"Y/n" he surprised you by touching your shoulder from behind, you turned to look at him and he could see that you had been crying "T-Thoma? What are you doing here?" You spoke between tears, you looked around looking for Ayato, but you didn't see him anywhere.
Thoma didn't know how to start, he wanted to scold you for not telling him that you were jealous of Ayato, but he knew that wouldn't help both of you at all.
"It's not what you think" he said without further ado "there's nothing between Ayato and me, I'm just his employee" you looked at him incredulously, everyone knew that they were more than boss and employee "well, we do get along, but nothing more"
"That doesn't explain why you were so late every time from one moment to the next" you crossed your arms waiting for his answer.
"L-let me explain, these last few weeks I've been working extra because I wanted to go on vacation with you"
You nodded, it was a valid reason "What about the assignment? Don't you think it's pretty obvious that they wanted to get rid of me?"
"It was a distraction, it was supposed to be a surprise for you" this time he was the one who looked kinda mad.
Now you feel guilty for misinterpreting things "And the rumors?"
"You know that people always say what they want"
There was an awkward silence between the two of you.
"I'm sorry
" you said in a low voice, from his perspective it all made sense, you shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and run away without saying anything else "I behaved immaturely, I'm sorry"
Thoma sighed "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have given you the wrong signals"
He offered you his hand and you accepted it with a smile, pulling you into a big hug that you reciprocated with all the love you had for him.
"Promise me something" He whispered in your ear.
"Tell me"
With his index finger, he lifted your chin to look into your eyes "whenever you feel insecure or threatened, tell me, don't stay with that"
"Sorry, I
" Thoma interrupted you with his thumb gently caressing your lips "believe me I don't love nor will I love anyone other than you" and sealed his promise with a warm kiss.
The sun was about to set, the tide seemed calm and a couple of lovers who seemed to be living a honeymoon in advance boarded the ship that would take them to their well-deserved vacations.
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moririki · 4 years ago
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‷ PUSHING THE LIMITS
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TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER -> 2.7K‹you decide to see how far you can push your boyfriend before he snaps
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REQUEST -> ✰‹CONTAINS -> SMUT!!!!!, bratty reader i GUESS, uhm my second smut ever so quality won't be amazing, fingering, oral (giving), unprotected sex, , tsukki teasing you <3, but hes also soft at the end brrr‹MORI'S THOUGHTS -> WOOOWOOOO 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT IS A GO!!! sry about the quality dipping halfway through i did not write this in one sitting ✌
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YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE COMING OVER TO YOUR BOYFRIEND'S DORM TO STUDY, but when he greeted you with a searing kiss that was enough to have you trying to catch your breath, you realised that he may or may not be wanting to play dirty. he had a history project, you had an essay to finish, the two of you were fairly busy. luckily working together in a comfortable silence worked surprisingly well for the both of you. most of the time, anyway.
but you were still reeling from his kiss and your thoughts were straying far from the subject material needed to finish your paper. only ten minutes in to your study session, you were ready to call it a night and spend some quality time with tsukishima. currently, the two of you were lying side by side on his bed, trying not to slip off the edge due to how narrow it was. while your pen had stilled on its page, tsukishima was rapidly typing away on his laptop with slightly furrowed brows.
even with his facial features scrunched up, you still found yourself admiring your boyfriend's face as he concentrated on his project. the reflection of the laptop on his glasses only added to the look, and you almost found yourself sighing dreamily at how handsome he looked.
"quit staring, idiot," tsukishima mumbled without glancing up from his work. when you didn't make a single movement to follow his suggestion, his eyes flicked towards you with an unimpressed expression adorning his face. he raised a hand from the jeyboard to flick your forehead lightly, just enough to make you huff and return to your notebook. though yiu already had gotten the structure and general points already planned out, the actual construction of your essay was yet to happen. instead, you twirled your pen before raising it to your lips. you bit your lip in mock thought on just how to start writing your essay, though a more satisfying result occured when you heard a sharp intake of breath from beside you.
you tried not to look too smug as you turned to look at your boyfriend in amusement.
"look who's staring now, kei," you smiled up at him and he glowered at you.
"bite your lip once more, i dare you." you only giggled at his threat, seeing as he was playing directly into your hand.
but now you had to play a waiting game, so you went back to your essay. you even managed to complete an opening paragraph before deciding to ramp things up a notch.
you faked a yawn, arching your back as you stretched before rolling over, closer to tsukishima. you ended up on your back, practically underneath him, with his golden eyes watching you carefully. they remained trained on your face as you batted your eyelashes at him, before trailing down to your mouth again as you oh-so-carefully tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.
you barely had time to blink before you found yourself really lying underneath him, one of his hands resting against your face, his thumb coaxing your bottom lip back out from your teeth. the other had collected your hands, pinning them above your head by the wrist with ease.
"i thought i told you not to do that again, hm?" despite his tone, kei's eyes had some glint of mischief in them, enough to make you squirm under his grasp.
"oops." the way the smile never dropped from your face did little to convince kei that you were sincere, but he knew you were looking for some sort of reaction when you held his gaze as you parted your lips, softly biting the tip of his thumb.
you watched the way his eyes darkened from above and his grip on your wrists tightened. kei surged forwards, pressing his lips to yours roughly and you grinned as you kissed him back with as much vigour. the hand that had been on your jaw now travelled downwards before reaching your bare thigh.
kei gripped it harshly, hiking it up roughly to latch around his waist. you hummed into the kiss at the sensation, digging your heel into his back to feel some friction from his crotch rubbing against your thigh. kei groaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss to glare at you.
"you're such a brat."
"yeah, but you love me." you grinned up at him, face flushed and body practically buzzing from his touch.
kei muttered a "whatever" before kissing you again, harder than before. his hips rolled against yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. you tried to free your wrists to wrap your arms around his shoulders, anything to get him closer to you, but it was futile. kei snickered at your attempt to overpower him, though he had some mercy when he pulled away again to slip off your shorts with his free hand. you clamped your thighs together when you were left in just your underwear and under the scrutiny of your boyfriend.
"don't go shy on me now, pretty," kei teased you, rubbing soft circles into the plush of your thighs with his thumb. you flustered at the pet name, but let him part your legs and hook a finger along the waistband of your panties and drag them down your legs ever so slowly.
the cold air of the room made you clench slightly, but kei blowing on your pussy made you gasp and squirm in his hold. kei smirked at your reaction, trailing a single pretty finger of his around your entrance, humming at how wet you already were.
"you're really making my job a lot easier, pretty," he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly slipped a single finger inside you. you sucked in a shaky breath as he curled it inside you, feeling him reach the spongy spot which had you tensing and moaning softly.
his palm rested against your clit, the slight roughness of it proving to be enough stimulation. you found your hips raising, desperate for more friction, but kei's hand stilled as you whined from underneath him.
"come on, what happened to being patient?" he teased. you managed to glare back at him, before kei dipped his head again and decorated the column of your neck with deliberate kisses that had your head tilted back with pleasure. kei's finger started moving again, leaving your body blistering with sensations that were quickly building up to your release.
kei soon added another finger, with you moaning at the additional stretch. he scissored them inside you, stretching your walls out and leaving your toes curling. with his lips never stopping from administering hickeys all across your collarbones, you felt the heady buzz of an orgasm start to wash over you. you felt your lower stomach tighten in anticipation, only for it all to be ripped away from you at the last minute as kei removed his fingers from your hole, now sopping wet with your slick.
"what do you say that we put your mouth to good use, huh?" you could only nod at tsukishima's suggestion as your chest rose and fell rapidly, head still spinning from being taken so close to the edge. you just about registered tsukishima raising his hand and bringing his souled fingers to your mouth.
without a single word from him, your lips parted and you welcomed his two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly to clean them and tasting yourself on him. kei groaned at how compliant you were, pulling his fingers free before connecting your lips with his once again. he could taste the faintest trace of you on your tongue, and this dragged a soft moan from him that went through you like a shock if electricity.
with that, tsukishima finally released your wrists, leaning back before getting off of the bed. he grabbed hold of your ankles, dragging you until you were seated at the edge of the bed right in front of him, staring up at him expectantly with your heartbeat running wild. kei almost cooed at the lovestruck expression in your eyes, but he chose to lean back, eyes appraising your figure in a leisurely manner.
"strip for me." you almost took a double take at his words, though the tone showed just hiw serious he was being. his eyes were hungry as they zeroed in on your fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head fluidly so that your top half matched your bottom. "aww, aren't you eager," kei crooned, his hand cradling your face. if you weren't blushing profusely from his remark you might have asked him about his own flushed cheeks.
instead, you diverted your attention to his own shirt, tugging at it softly to prompt him to do the same as you had seconds ago. kei caught on quickly, tugging the material over his head along with your help, your hands smoothing over his toned skin as soon as it was revealed. with your wrists finally freed, you could touch him just as much as you wanted, and you did. your fingers trailed down his sides and back up again, tracing patterns into his skin. you decoded to be brave, hooking your fingers into his waistband and pulling his body closer to you, to which kei gladly complied.
then your mouth was on him, leaving open mouthed kisses that trailed dangerously lower down his v-line. you came back up, making sure to suck a hickey into the skin just above his hip where a rare mole rested. you heard another shaky intake of breath from your lover, and felt a small jab of satisfaction at the sound. you felt fingers thread theough your hair, before pulling on it and forcing your head back until you were locking eyes with tsukishima.
"i think your mouth can do something else now, hm?" you nodded as best as you could, pulling your lip between your teeth as you focused on the rather visible bulge under your boyfriend's sweatpants. you curled fingers underneath his waistband once more, pulling both his sweats and boxers down in one go.
kei's dick, now freed, slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum that had inevitably soaked the material of his boxers. you pumped his length with your hand a few times, able to slide it up and down easily due to his precum, before taking him into your mouth.
no matter how many times you've done this, you still struggled to fully swallow his length. you still managed a great amount, and the rest was handled with your hand. you bobbed your head, setting your own pace and resisting the urge to gag when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.
you settled into a rhythm, relaxing your jaw and placing a hand on his thigh to brace yourself. you coukd hear his groans from above you and it spurred you on, even thiugh your lungs were starting to burn from a lack of breathing.
before the sensation got unbearable, kei laced his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his dick. when you looked up at his face you couldn't help but admire how pretty your boyfriend was all over again. while last time he had been focusing on a history project, his cheeks were flushed and he was out of breath, even going ahead and biting his own lip now. you thought the urge to be sarcastic about it.
"fuck, pretty, i can't wait," kei groaned, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and helping you lift them. in one swift motions, you hd been turned so that now you were on your hands and knees, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. you felt a hand smooth over the small of your back before kei leaned over you, his body radiating warmth as he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder- a nonverbal question as to whether you were ok. when you looked back at his face and nodded, your boyfriend grinned before turning his attention to his dick.
he used a hand to position it, just barely parting your folds. you whined at the contact and how kei was teasing you, running the tip between your folds as you squirmed.
"kei, please," you pleaded breathily, and the hand that he rested on your back stilled.
"that's all you had to say, pretty," he mumbled, before pushing into you.
you moaned at the sensation, enjoying the stretch of him filling you up as he bottomed out. after a few moments of him staying still, you reached behind you to squeeze his hand and remind him that yes, he could in fact move.
at your confirmation kei placed his hands on your hips, keeping them still as he pulled out then thrusted back in, eliciting a soft moan from you. kei groaned in unison, the timbre of his voice making you clench around him. his hips never stilled, picking up a pace that had you moaning unashamedly and fisting kei's bedsheets as his dick hit the spot inside you which had you seeing stars.
a particularly hard thrust had you falling to your elbows as your arms gave out. the new angle only helped kei hit deeper and you practically screamed into the sheets at the stimulation.
"kei, fuck!" you barely sounded coherent, and the sound of your fucked-out voice just spurred kei on with his brutal pace. his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, though, and kei could tell that you were close too from the erratic spasms of your walls.
you couldn't even warn him that you were going to cum when kei brought a hand down to your clit, providing just that extra amount of friction to send you over the edge with a cry. that didn't stop kei from thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high as he let out a groan from the feeling of you clamping down around him.
he indulged in a few more thrusts before pulling out, pumping his length to finish before cumming on the shallow dip of your lower back. he then rather unceremoniously flopped down onto the bed next to you, joining you in the breathless afterglow of both of your orgasms.
after a few minutes, he rolled over to pepper kisses along your shoulderblade and run a hand down your back, careful to avoid the mess that he made.
"you feel like finishing that essay now, brat?" you giggled at his question, curling your hand around his as your spent body regained still regained strength.
"mm, maybe tomorrow," you hummed. kei kissed your shoulder one last time before getting up, padding off to the bathroom to clean himself up. you heard the distant sound of a tap running for a few seconds before kei came back to you, wet towel in hand. you felt the warmth of it against your back as kei cleaned you up, before handing it to you to clean the rest of yourself as he pulled on his sweatpants.
after you finished, he then handed you his sweatshirt, helping your tired arms to pull it over your head so that you were swaddled in the cloth.
the two of you lay down in tsukishima's bed, your back to his chest as you shared the same pillow. with the average hours of sleep that you both got as university students, this rest was needed. one of kei's hands came up
to tilt your face to look at his before he captured your lips in a kiss, albeit softer than the others he had given you earlier.
"goodnight, brat," he whispered to you.
"love you too, tsukki," you mumbled, already feeling the embrace of sleep tugging you towards unconsciousness. your boyfriend tugged you closer as well, pressing his face into your shoulder and making you grin in the dark.
that smile only widened when you heard the quietest love you too escape his lips minutes later, when he thought you had fallen asleep.
"i heard that, you know." kei only grumbled, squeezing you tighter.
"no you didn't, go to sleep."
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im-akira · 2 years ago
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Stephen Strange / Christine Palmer
Summary : It was a rather special day, Chrisitne’s aniverssaire. That night, Stephen wanted to impress her by giving her the most beautiful birthday present she can get.
Warnings : Fluff Do not : Claim, Repost, Copy, or Translate my stories anywhere else. I apologize in advance but English is not my mother tongue. 💙
I'm not going to tell you the main lines of the character that is the great Stephen Strange, you all know how he is. But do you think he is able to swallow his arrogant side and his pride to please the woman he loves with all his heart on his birthday? Well yes, he has the skills and the will, he was going to be gentle and passionate with her.
It has never been easy for him to express his feelings and fight his fears every day, whether in friendship or in love. Luckily, Christine showed him a completely different version of companion life. Neither one is perfect, each has its faults and its qualities. And tonight, for Christine's birthday, Stephen wanted to impress her on such a special day.
Some evenings when Stephen returns from his mystical missions, he is tired, injured and dirty. However, this does not prevent Christine, after a long day at the hospital, from waiting for him and being there to welcome him in her arms when he returns home. No matter what state he was in, she loved him. She was there for him, but also to kiss him, cuddle him, reassure him, feed him, massage him... Stephen ended up wanting to do the same to him, in his own way, even if he had never done before. That is, to think about the well-being of someone other than himself.
Nothing could be hidden from Stephen like Christine’s birthday. Over time, he’d learned things she really liked, like a coconut cupcake. It was a rather peculiar mix but Stephen was not going to waste time on this reflection, he just wanted to make her happy. Christine is a very social person, so she has a nice list of friends, but that night Stephen only wanted her for him. Just him and her.
Stephen returned from his mission much earlier than usual, he didn't really give Wong or the other teachers a choice. He had a goal in mind and he intends to achieve it, even if he were to receive a whole type of remark the next day.
Conversely, Christine had been coming home for a few weeks very late at night. The hospital didn’t give her a moment’s respite, sometimes she stayed there. Stephen could not blame her, he knew what it was like to have overtime as a doctor but also as a hero. Fortunately for him, Christine’s colleagues were ready to take over despite the crisis so that she could fully enjoy her birthday.
A few hours later

- Christine came at the moment of return to the sanctuary, depositing her keys and her bag as usual at the entrance. « My body won't last long- » Before she finished her sentence, her attention went to the living room. There was light.
- « Stephen ? » It was unlikely that it was him, it was still too early. Her questions will end when she feels big hands coming from behind that will then settle on her waist.
- « I'm here, my love. » He put his chin on her shoulder and leaned his body against hers, slightly amused by the situation.
- Christine was surprised, almost speechless to see him here. Not that she wasn't happy to see him, it was a nice surprise. « What are you doing here at this hour ? Doesn't the world need you to save it ? » She asked happily.
- « Aren't you happy to see me ? And to answer your second question, the world will be waiting because I have someone to impress and make happy tonight. » While his hands held her tightly, they didn't shake, surprisingly.
- « I am very happy to have you for me much earlier than usual. Tell me, who is this person who deserves all this attention from you ? » For now, Christine remains in the position where she felt safe and at peace, that is to say in the arms of her husband. 
- « She's in my arms. » Stephen was calm, he was confident. He had taken the time to prepare this evening with care and attention and he was eager to show it to her.
Christine does not answer Stephen in words. Raising her hands from her waist, she turns around to face him. And in another gesture, she will come slowly to kiss him. Having her all night was more than enough for her as a birthday present. What Christine didn’t know was that Stephen knew about this special day.
Stephen will in turn respond to his kiss, putting his hands on his waist and amplifying the embrace of their body. They smiled like two children, they were happy and that was the main thing.
- Then Stephen slowly steps back and looks into his eyes. « I’d like you to do something for me tonight. See you in the bathroom in a few minutes. » He’ll get closer to his pillow and whisper a few words. « I’ve prepared a little something for your birthday. See you soon, my love. »
Christine had a slight chill when he approached her to say a few words. She was slightly surprised to know that he knew about her birthday but after a few minutes of reflection, it was obvious, it was the great Doctor Stephen Strange, nothing could escape her.
Everyone on his side was getting ready, and Stephen began to feel stress and fear. His hands were shaking, but he remained confident. Christine on her side was impatient and happy. She knows very well that he is doing everything he can to fight against himself and tonight was going to be a good proof that he would pass over his fears.
A few minutes later

- Christine was the first to be ready, as requested, she headed for their bathroom with a towel around her waist. Light let show itself from under the door, without a word Christine will open it and enter the room. What was in front of her was almost a dream, Stephen had prepared a bubble bath with lots of candles all around. She couldn't help but observe all the details that her husband had prepared in this room. Then she removes her towel from the waist to settle gently in the tub. « It's impossible, I feel like I'm dreaming
 » Her body began to feel the benefits of the heat of the bath, her eyes accompany her on her way to sleep.
- « And here is something that is against the laws of nature
 » Stephen's voice was still from across the room. He will gently push the door ajar and go inside. He had only a towel around his waist and brought as promised a cupcake accompanied by a small candle.
Christine still had her eyes closed but she smiled when she heard his voice, the bubble bath had completely allowed her to relax. Stephen had managed to make an impression with this surprise, it was only the beginning.
- Stephen closes the door with his foot and approaches his wife. He smiled when he saw her completely rested in the bath, it was one of his goals tonight and he had succeeded. « A coconut cupcake, your favorite. » By stooping, Stephen will come and hand it to him.
- Opening her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile even more. Stephen cooking, he certainly helped himself with his magic or maybe not, it was the most important gesture. « You really outdid yourself tonight, my love. » She takes the food and is going to come and watch it for a while. “I felt a little judgment in your voice about choosing this mix, you know, you should try it, I’m sure you’ll love it. »
- Stephen will come to get rid of his towel and will join Christine shortly after in the bath in front of her. « Oh, you know, at this point in my life, I know what I love. » After his words, he installs his legs along the bathtub, of course leaving room for his wife.
- From the corner of her eye, she watched him take off his only garment, she was really spoiled tonight. Once he’s settled in, Christine will blow out the candle and get as close as possible to Stephen, always holding the cake in her hands. « And if I put the frosting somewhere
 » With one of her fingers, she’ll come and get some frosting and look at Stephen with a smile on her face. « Interesting ? » In passing to apply the cream on her stroke, she has not left her eyes.
- Stephen was silent for a few seconds, toying with his gaze between Christine and the cream on her neck. He liked the fact that she was challenging him, it wasn't the first time she had done it. « It is unfair... »
Christine had a smile on her ears, she was particularly proud to see him in this posture. Placing the cake on one of the windowsills near the bathtub, she will then gently approach him and offer him access to his neck.
- Stephen understands what she expects of him and he will carry out her request. Once close enough, Stephen stops a few inches before putting his lips to her skin. The hair of his beard tickled Christine, his body couldn't help reacting. « Are you all right, my love ? » His voice rings soft and strong.
Christine won't answer, instead she'll continue to smile in her corner and bring her neck closer so that Stephen's lips can rest there. Once done, she will close her eyes to enjoy this sweet moment, her hand resting on her husband's shoulder.
- His lips came to collect every inch of the frosting, Stephen took the time to apply the gesture gently and carefully. « Mmh..Okay, maybe I judged this perfume a little too quickly. » After a few words, he will drop a light kiss on her neck, then pull back to be face to face with his wife.
- « See, I told you. » Still smiling, she will hold Stephen's face with both hands, stroking him lightly and then her hands will go behind his back to continue the caresses. She could feel through his gesture how relaxed his shoulders were.
- Stephen kept staring at Christine, his hands had captured her waist so he could keep her close, he didn't want to lose her. « Happy birthday, honey. » Then he rested his forehead against hers, enjoying the caresses and the moment with her.
- Christine happily accepted Stephen's gesture, resting her forehead against his. « Stephen, what you did tonight is... indescribable. Nobody until this evening had taken the time to give me this kind of gift. »
- Stephen will recover slowly, meeting his gaze. « I would then be the first and the last to have given you this gift. No one will make you leave my arms and my heart. » Then, before giving Christine the opportunity to answer, Stephen will come and gently capture her lips.
Christine will raise her hand to his face, responding to his kiss. This kiss was all sweetness and passion, the perfect reflection of the love he had for each other.
Stephen will leave one hand around his waist, the other will land against his cheek. Everyone had their eyes closed, enjoying warmth, love, silence and serenity. Until today, they had very little time just for themselves, so Stephen had succeeded in his mission.
- « I love you. » She said through the kiss, she couldn't help but smile on her lips. One of his hands will come to free one of her locks, leaving her beautiful face in front of her.
- « Me too, but more than you. » Stephen speaks his words once he pulls back from the kiss.
- « I'm going to let you win this game tonight, exceptionally of course. » Christine is going to put foam on Stephen's nose. He reacted by closing his eyes directly.
- « I'm going to keep showing you that I'm right about this. » Stephen gets up directly from the tub, holding Christine in her arms through the movement. He had put a lot of water outside the tub during the move, but it didn't matter, he'd clean up later.
- « Stephen ! » She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head against his bare chest.
- With a quick gesture with his fingers, Stephen makes appear on him and Christine a bath towel, he did not want her to catch cold. « Let’s go to bed now. »
- « That's a good proposal, my hero. » Christine didn't change her position, she was too well settled in Stephen's arms. She felt through her ear his heartbeat, which was quite stable, he knew what he was doing.
Once in the bedroom, Stephen gently puts Christine into their bed. He lets her into her night clothes, and he was going to do the same. Once the clothes are put on, Stephen goes to meet his wife near the bed, she had fallen asleep. The benefits of the bath and the time spent with it had completely helped him to be soothed and relaxed.
He settles down slowly, without waking her by his gesture. Stephen will put his legs and hands around her body and keep her close to him. During her sleep, she will come to let herself go in the warmth of her arms. Stephen had achieved his goal, making his wife happy and giving her the best birthday present.
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Infatuation
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: It’s not a secret that Corpse prefers taking care of his hair himself rather than going to a hair salon to get it trimmed and/or tampered. However, he only has so much knowledge of how to properly do it without having to obliterate his budget. Luckily, his girlfriend comes to his rescue.
Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the incredibly fluffy request! I’ve been very pumped to write it and now here it finally is - so sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but I still hope you come across it and give it a read! Love, Vy ❀
“Um, what are you doing?“
I just walked into Corpse’s apartment to find him barricaded in the bathroom, giving himself a hair appointment. We were supposed to have a chill night in watching movies, but it seems to me like those plans will either have to be delayed or canceled, given the chaotic state both Corpse and his bathroom are in. I mean, how dumb was I to expect he was actually doing his hair justice when he told me he styled it himself? Why didn’t that immediately raise an army of red flags in my head and lead me to question his methods?
I’m honestly quite jealous of Corpse’s hair. It’s always so soft and silky and no matter how much or how little effort he’s put in it, it always looks good: either evidently carefully styled or boyishly messy, it leaves me with heart-eyes regardless. But to see him massacre it like this, it makes me wish I could report it as a crime.
“Ain’t obvious?“ He sounds rather frustrated and I feel at least slightly better due to this fact. He deserves to be as frustrated as I am by the sight of the crap he’s doing. â€œSorry, you’re gonna have to wait for me for...a little while. I just need to get this under control and, um, clean the mess. Sorry for ruining your night like this, babe. I-I really wasn’t planning on it to take this long but I forgot to buy one of the products and I thought I could wing it without it but...I very clearly can’t so...“
“Please, stop talking. I don’t need to know what sins you’ve committed - if I do I’ll probably have to give you the silent treatment for like a week or so.“ I call out to him as I quickly skip over to the kitchen to leave the food I bought on my way over before returning to the bathroom and carefully taking a step inside, mindful of where there are hair strands on the tiles. Even severed, his hair is beautiful and I have a ton of respect for it - ok fine, I adore it. Corpse definitely doesn’t appreciate it properly. I walk over to the shower, reaching out to the two shelves inside which are lined with different types of hair products. â€œOh fuck...“ I let out the whisper without even realizing it because I’m so stunned by the brands I see on those shelves. â€œCorpse, um, what the actual fuck?”
He turns to me, eyes wide and terrified because of my menacing tone. â€œWhat? What is it?” His gaze searches the spot where mine was just pointed at, looking for anything that could’ve provoked such a reaction from me. Seeing nothing but the hair products, he meets my deadly glare yet again, â€œWhat’s wrong?”
Alright, this man-child needs some serious help
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.“ I say, stomping towards the exit of the bathroom, â€œYou’re gonna stay here and wait for me to come back and don’t you DARE, even touch your hair, let alone bring a pair of scissors or any chemical near it. Copy?“
“Copied and pasted, ma’am.“ He salutes me, knowing better than to ask questions when I enter my commander role. There are quite a few things that set me off into this bossy-ass persona, and hair mistreatment is most definitely one of them. Thing is, Corpse doesn’t know that. Well, he didn’t know that, pretty sure he’s guessed it by now.
Feeling myself soften at his obedience and trust, I give him a smile and a wink over my shoulder as I go to grab my bag and leave the apartment to complete my mission, â€œGood boy.”
                                                              *  *  *
“Isn’t that a lot better?“ I ask, gently running my fingers through Corpse’s freshly cut, washed and dried hair. I’ve spent a good five minutes just smoothing through it with my fingers. I bet he’s expecting me to say â€˜my precious‘ at any moment now, and trust me it’s tempting, but I still don’t, I won’t give him the pleasure of predicting my actions. Wow, we’ve really reached that level of being familiar with one another that I predict that he’s predicting what I’m gonna do next. While I’m a guessing game for him, I tend to think of myself as more of an open book. You just gotta be fluent in the language it’s written in to understand it.
I’ve gone off-topic, my bad.
“Yeah, you’re a lot less scary now.“ He tells me, his hand finding mine in his hair and taking it to his lips to place a kiss on my knuckles.
We’re positioned so that we’re in front of the bathroom mirror with Corpse seated in a chair in front of me and I’m for once in my life towering over him from behind. Our height difference was threatening to be a hinderance in my work on his hair, but we easily figured it out.
I can’t help but laugh, “You know what I meant.“ I curl one of his already curly strands around the pointer finger of the hand that’s still wandering around the soft dark curls while the other remains in his gentle hold, resting on his shoulder.
“And you know what I meant.“ He shifts in his seat to look at me directly, not via the mirror, “Since when do you have a hair infatuation?“
I roll my eyes and retract my hands, defensively folding my arms over my chest, â€œIt’s not an infatuation with hair, dummy. It’s an infatuation with your hair.” I correct him, doing quick work of styling the stray strands that fall over his forehead and eyes. â€œI really like your hair, you already know that. I can’t handle the thought you’re doing such a shitty job taking care of it.”
He shrugs, furrowing his brows, “Hey, I was buying top-shelf products, cost me a fortune every month, my hair was being treated like royalty.”
I roll my eyes once again, â€œHigh price doesn’t always equal high quality, Corpse. Did you ever stop to read what was in those products?” I don’t let him answer, I don’t need him to confirm what I already know. â€œEven if you did - which you didn’t - you wouldn’t know what each of those ingredients do to your hair. You see, taking care of hair, especially hair like yours, takes patience and knowledge. It’s practically an art form. It’s not like you can just buy any product that has ‘suitable for curly hair’ on it. There’s a lot more to that.”
It’s only after I finish my monologue that I realize he’s looking at me with amazed amusement in his gaze, almost like a parent listening to their kid talk about their wish of becoming an astronaut. â€œSince when do you know so much about hair? You’ve been using the same shampoo and conditioner since I know you and now you wanna lecture me on hair care?”
I raise an eyebrow at him, exasperated by his stubbornness on the matter, â€œWho said being consistent with your hair products is a bad thing? You know, frequent changing of brands has the potential of being damaging as much as aiding.” I explain with the most amount of patience I can muster, now taking over the parent role myself, â€œAnd as for your previous question, I know so much because my mother is a hairdresser.”
His eyes widen in surprise. I can practically see the gears in his brain turning as he tries to recall if I’ve ever told him this before.
“How come I don’t know that?“ He asks finally after a long moment of silence. â€œWhy haven’t you told me?”
“You ask that as though I just tell you things like that on the regular. Did you also want me to drop the info that my dad’s a mechanic in passing conversation about video games? Cause that’s a little hard to shoehorn in....“ He cuts off my sarcastic rambling with a brief peck to the lips. He’s the only person allowed to shut me up, and only like that. Anything else will earn him either an earful or a silent treatment. 
Just kidding....unless...
“So, does that mean you’re continuing the family business?“ he asks when he pulls away, â€œI mean, you’re technically my personal hairdresser now.“
I furrow my brows playfully, â€œWait, what? Since when?”
“Since I hired you approximately an hour ago.“ He beams up at me, satisfied that I’ve fallen in his trap.
“And what about my payment?“ I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
He looks to be contemplating for a second before he stands up from the chair, taking my hand in his leading me out of the bathroom, “Well, each appointment you’ll give me a different price, Miss Y/L/N. But, considering today was your first day, I choose to pay you with dinner.“ He sends a wink my way, laughing when he’s met with an unamused expression on my part as I stop in my tracks, causing him to halt his movements as well.
“You really plan on paying me with the dinner I bought?“ I raise an eyebrow at him, freeing my hand from his so I can put both my hands on my hips for the complete 'I’m far from impressed’ look.
“Yeah...? Problem?“ He asks, faking nervousness and guilt as he closes the distance between us, once again returning to the default of towering over me instead of it being the other way around.
“Several actually. First of all...“ I raise my finger in the air accusingly, ready to go off but the arm that wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground causes my words to die down, evaporating in a frightened squeal, â€œCorpse no!! Put me down!“
Of course, he ignores me, carrying me into the living room while I don’t know whether to thrash or stay as still as possible. 
Tsk, so much for gratitude
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